Here it is the fourth chapter. Sorry it took me so long to finish it. Uni started up again and some other things in real live demanded my attention.

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xXwhoknowsXx: Here is the update you wished for. Thanks for your review, it made me blush! But then again, with me flattery will get you absolutely everywhere! I hope you still think of my story as a work of art! As for the humor. I try to stay on the teenager angle, especially on the boy side. (Nuff said?)

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Neither the characters nor the show is mine. I just like to play with it. No money was made from this story. No animals or children were hurt during the writing of this story...

Chapter VI

Jackson woke up because of an annoying clicking sound, it took him a while to recognize it as the sound of fingers moving over a computer keyboard. Judging from the rhythm and the sheer speed, it could only be one person doing the typing.

"Danny?" The Hale pack's newest member asked into the dark room.

"Who else would be able to get past your paranoid strong security, dumb ass? You know I've hacked into government systems less guarded then your laptop. You trying to secure your diary or something princess? Don't worry, I was just checking my E-Mail!" The new teen witch replied while swirling Jackson's desk chair around to face the wolf, who still lay in bed.

"Well, you know how much I enjoy my privacy! You here to fling me around some more? The wounds from our last encounter should be healed by now!" Jackson asked, fear and wonder tinging his voice.

"Nope! Stiles and I talked it over and we both agreed we should give you and Scott a clean slate, although from what I feel from Stiles right now, Stella still might have to fix Scott after their little meeting, wow never knew the boy had it in him. Then again Scott deserves every broken bone at the moment, he put Stiles through to much to go unavenged, you on the other hand have suffered enough. Look at what I did, I was a witch for barely an hour and nearly killed you. I can understand why you stayed away, I know it was only for my own protection, still doesn't mean it didn't hurt. But this way I got to know Stiles better, you should see what's hiding behind his spastic geek routine. So, to cut it short, we good?" Danny asked, his voice unsure. He and Jackson were never much the sharing and caring kind of guys, but this was big and they needed closure if he was to take his best friend on to be his familiar.

"Fuck, of course!" Answered Jackson, who, while Danny spoke, had left his bed and was now standing beside his best friend. "So you and Stilinski? Are you guys like... you know?

"What? Guys? Former Lacrosse players. Witches?" The taller boy asked, smirking. Seeing the look Jackson threw his way he got it. "WHAT? NO... Well there might be something... please don't judge me, he's a really really great guy. I Just don't get his signals, it's like one moment we are just guys hanging out and the next we are flirting so shamelessly it would put YOU to shame!"

"Believe me I get it! You remember my fifteenth birthday party and what happened afterwards?" Jackson asked, smiling guiltily.

Yes, he could remember. It was the first time they ever tried weed. After their jock friends had left, Danny went to his coat and retrieved a small plastic zip lock back and handed it to Jackson with a "Happy birthday bro!". They were both already smashed enough from the beer they had consumed during the day, that this seemed like a perfect idea, an idea that nearly destroyed their friendship.

A few hours later found them both high as two kites, bumbling like idiots, eating their body weight in leftovers during the munchies phase. It was there, in the Whittemore's kitchen, that the two of them had sex, there was nothing romantic or gentle about it, just pure animalistic pleasure. The morning after was... unpleasant to say the least. Jackson had a gay freak out screaming at Danny to "Move his fag ass out of his fucking house and never to fucking return". Danny only nodded and left, giving his best friend time to cool down. It had taken three months, a screaming match in the locker room and an actual, honest to god, physical fight to resolve their problems, but, once they licked their wounds, they talked, compared war scars and made up. Their friendship stronger then ever. Boys are simple(stupid) creatures.*

"Yes, yes I do! Why are we talking about this?" Danny asked his voice filled with pain.

"I... I think I might be gay. I should have realized it sooner, like when you came out to me, but after the night we shared, none of the girls I slept with could compare." Jackson replied, seeing unease creep onto the witch's face. "OH NO NO NO! I don't feel like that for you. You are my best friend, my Brother in Arms, my confidant, but there is another guy I ah... might have a small ah... crush on."

"Scott?" Danny asked point blank, barely holding back a smirk.

"That obvious?" The Lacrosse co-captain asked, a blush coloring his cheeks.

"Nope! But the choices are limited. The only other person, apart from Scott, you had any contact with in the last months was Derek, which I would totally understand. But the way you and Scott interact together at school? Like you were friends for years, know everything about the other? Your acting ability only goes so far, but rest assured, apart from Stiles and me I don't think anyone else has caught on to your little secret!" The witch said, smirking evilly.

"OH. Well now that's that cleared. What now? Why are you here? Derek is afraid of you and Stiles and said there might be third person who is a witch? Someone I know?" Jackson asked, interest evident in his voice.

"You'll be surprised!" Came the reply.

Danny grabbed his friends hands orbing them to sanctuary.

Lydia and Stella reformed just outside the Hale estate's burnt out shell. Lydia was confused at first, not knowing what their purpose there was, until she felt the presence of... something. Following the direction her newly acquired sixth sense pointed out to her, her gaze fell upon two glowing red points behind one of the soot strewn second story windows. She had a hard time staying on her feet, when she was haunted by visions of her attack on the Lacrosse field the day of the formal. She remembered Stiles calling for her to run, the short glance she got on two red glowing points in the darkness – identical to the ones she just spotted in the house – and then PAIN. She had fogged up memories of Stiles bargaining his own safety for her's, Jackson carrying her back to the gym, calling for help, before blessed unconsciousness overtook her.

The anger the she felt in this moment, filled her with the wish to do something so far out of her normal behavioral pattern, she asked herself if the telepathic link with the boys was influencing her. Her rage made her do something so typically male, it was disgusting. She felt a ball of pure white energy building in the palm of one hand and her feet carrying her to the front entrance.

She didn't even notice the warning Stella issued before the slamming into something that felt like a brick wall and then she was stung by an electric charge, that flung her ten feet back into the direction she came from.

"Wrought iron? Smart!" Stella admitted begrudgingly.

"WHAT. THE. HELL was that?" Lydia asked her anger dissipating, giving way to pain, which Stella cured with her healing ability.

"That, little witchling, was the houses protection against your kind. Your kind is not welcomed here. LEAVE NOW!" A voice from behind them replied. When Lydia turned around she saw a young man standing there, no more than twenty two, scowling. A black tee stretched over a, very impressive, muscular built in the chest and arms.

"You are Derek Hale, aren't you. I remember my parents talking about the tragedy that happened to your family. You are the alpha werewolf?" Lydia asked flabbergasted. She remembered seeing this man talking to Stiles, Scott and Jackson. He looked nothing like what she assumed the he would look like, she imagined someone older... nastier.

"Hello Derek, it's been a while!" Said Stella, slowly pulling the white hood, she used to cover her face since they arrived, over her head. Lydia was surprised to see the the startled face on the wolf's face.

"Miss S? How is that possible?" The wolf replied.

"You of all people should know, that there are things between heaven and earth that can't be explained, that nothing is impossible! You are a a werewolf for Christ's sake. When your mother trusted me with your family secret I promised to take it to my grave, which I did by the way.

Derek was about to reply when Lydia interrupted him. "WOW zip it a minute Fido! How do you two now each other again?"

"Werewolves, especially young ones, need special attention, but The Hales wanted their children to experience a normal childhood or as normal as they could provide. They had the choice between homeschooling and trusting someone with their secret. I was a preschool teacher at the time and Joseph, Derek's father, deemed me worthy. He told me there was something about me that he couldn't put his finger on. Now I know he could feel my dormant powers. After that all the Hale children Laura, Derek and their cousins went to my class at one point." She explained before turning her attention to the shell shocked alpha. "Derek we came here for a reason, we need your help and you'll need our's. So will you come voluntary or do I need to call my son to deal with you? You know Stiles might have only been a witch for a day, but, judging from Scott's condition, he is quit inventive. He might still want to get even with you..." She continued, not finishing her sentence because she felt a dark presence in the proximity.

Noticing her distress Derek's overdeveloped protective instinct kicked in, wanting to console his his favorite teacher, not realizing when he stepped outside the protective boundaries.

Before Stella could react, an energyball zapped past her, the smell of burnt hair permeating the air as it tinged the tips of her hairs. Derek chocked as it collided with his side, trowing him sideways, leaving a nasty burn mark on his abdomen.

"Oh sweetie, while dealing with a witch it's a really bad idea to leave your protection. Shame, I was actually aiming to kill, still need to get a the hang off this magic business. I was so much better with an assault riffle, but no your psychotic bastard of an uncle just had to kill me, didn't he. Well surprise, I'M BACK!" While speaking the last words the being once known as Kate Argent fired moe energyballs their way.

Like she was born to do so, which she kinda was, Lydia threw up a bluish force field around them, reflecting the blows. Problem? She had absolutely no clue what she was doing and so, under the brute force of Kate's attacks, she felt herself growing weaker. The fact that she was released from hospital just this morning, didn't help either. She felt power flowing into her trough the link she shared with the boys, but even that power boost was not enough to maintain the force field for much longer. It was, once again Stella that saved their lives. Grabbing onto both of them, orbing them all to safety.

"Dude, will you tell me what's going on? Where are we and how did we get here? Who is the third … where are the others... who taught you to use magic..." Scott rambled, possibly only to keep himself occupied.

"Scott belief me, you are confused enough as you are, you don't want to know where you are, it would only overload your already overstimulated brain. The others should be here in a few minutes. Danny is with Jackson and... you'll see. About our teacher? Let's just say that's another thing that's hard to explain!" Stiles replied, wanting to reassure his friend while trying to telepathically listening in on Danny and Lydia. Both seemed to block him in some way, because instead of the constant buzz of voices there were only basic emotion traveling trough the connection they shared. Pity and... anger, shame(?) from Danny. Confusion and anger from Lydia.

"Sorry, I sound like you, don't I?" Scott joked. Stiles retaliated by using just the tiniest bit of telekinesis to deliver a small blow to the back of Scott's head.

"You really should stop that, dude. One day you might go beyond my ability to heal." The teen wolf said, smiling. "So anyway! You've been spending a lot of time with Danny, you two more than friends? I mean you've pined over Lydia so long, it was kinda obvious you set yourself an utopian goal to hide something else. You are gay, aren't you?"

"Thank you Dr. Phil for your profound and psychological absolutely correct diagnosis, anything else I about me you want to share? To answer you questions maybe and possibly. I mean I can look at boys as well as girls and both get my dick interested. About Danny? I don't know! I've been nothing more then a nuisance to him in the first sixteen years of our lives and now? Now I can't get him out of my head! One moment we play computer games and the next I want nothing more than to bend him over the couch and fuck him senseless or be fucked senseless by him! That's not normal, at least you are straight and don't have to deal with anything as complicated as this!" Stiles said miserably. Still feeling like he overlooked something obvious.

"Yeah, about that..." Scott started to reply, but was interrupted.

The now familiar sound of whistles and bells filled the air, announcing the arrival of another witch. Scott hoped it would be the mysterious third witch, so his curiosity would be put at ease. But it were "only" Danny and Jackson, once fully reformed Jackson seemed to be in as much of a daze as Scott was, when he first arrived... where ever they were. Laying eyes on Jackson he once again filled Scott with this strange urge to claim, whatever that means, protect and something else he couldn't/wouldn't deceiver, well he just wasn't ready to admit what he already knew to be true, because ignorance is bliss, right?

Scott stared into space so long he was only awakened from his reminiscing, when there were twin gasps from Stiles and Danny resulting in both of them falling to their knees. Their eyes shone in the darkest shade of golden Scott had ever seen. Both, him and Jackson, had to hold onto their respective best friend to keep them from crashing, head first, to the floor. The witches looked like they were Atlas and had the weight of the universe thrust upon their shoulders. Whatever strain was put upon them simply became to much and both boys lost consciousness after what seemed like an eternity of seeing them suffer.

The werewolves hoisted both witches up and set them on the comfy looking leather couch in front the ornate fireplace. Standing over them neither boy know what to do, when the room was, once again, filled with the sound of whistles and bells. This time it was less the normal cheery Scott was used to by now. It sounded strained, the bells somehow more hollow. Nothing would have prepared him for what... who he saw reforming in the middle of the room. The orbs formed the shapes of Lydia, as unconscious as Stiles and Danny. Derek, a nasty burn on his stomach area filling Scott's oversensitive nose with the smell of burning flesh and decay. And Stella Stilinski, his second mother, the woman who died and nearly took Stiles with her, in his grief

"Momma S? How... what?" For all his willingness to speak, he could not form a coherent sentence. He earned himself a look from Jackson that clearly stated "Smooth" and "WTF Dude?".

"Scott, as coherent as always I see! Sweetie I'll explain as much as I can as soon as we have taken care of Derek here, OK? Jackson honey, would you please open that cabinet over there? There should be a small black jewelery box with an an hourglass on it. Please, bring it to me! Scott on that shelf over there should be a bag, there should be three diamond pendents in it. Please put one on each Danny, Lydia and Stiles." Stella said in an tone, Scott knew all to well from his earlier years.

Once Jackson had brought Stella the box, she opened it to reveal an amber necklace. She put it on the alpha wolf, muttered some words with her eyes glowing, before the gem around Derek's neck grew until it encased him completely. Scott meanwhile did as Stella had ordered him and put the other necklaces on the witches. Each time the stone touched a witches chest it glowed bright white before the light went into the respective witch.

"So now the only thing we can do is wait! Conjoined magic. I never though it were possible. Don't worry you two. They should wake up any second now, they only exhausted themselves! The gems had a small amount of magic stored in them, it should revitalize their own magic. " Stella said seeing the concern in both young betas faces. As if on as if on cue, Stiles woke up.

"What was that and why do I feel as if I volunteered to be Scott's chew toy... again?" He asked, spotting the diamond around his neck he continued. "Oh shiny! Is it "Get knocked unconscious and win a jewel day" ?"

This time it was Scott who hit his best friend upon the he head. Meanwhile Stella made her way across the room until she stood in front of Scott. Seeing the uncertainty in his eyes, she opened her arms and he fell into them eyes heavy with tears.

"Hi Scotty, I've missed you so much. You are like my second son and I'm happy you stood by Stiles' side all this time. I remember seeing you at the funeral, holding his hand. I want you to know you are a very good friend and a good son, never ever forget that!" She said, feeling her own tears fall as she healed the last reminders of his encounter with Stiles earlier. She felt a third person joining them, and soon Stiles too, once again, crying in happiness.

"Ah, not to disturb the moment or something, but who are you? Where are we and how did we get here? What did you do to Derek?" Jackson interrupted.

"Jacks, this is my mother Stella Stilinski. Mom this is Jackson, he is... I don't really know what he is!" Stiles admitted sheepishly, not wanting to use the word frenemy.

"I know exactly who and what he is. You both need to let go of this animosity and become friends, if you want to survive the next months. The situation is much more serious than we anticipated. The darkness was powerful enough to create a darkling. A creature of pure evil, conjured from the body of a recently deceased person. It took the mantle of Kate Argent. She ambushed us at the Hale property and because a darkling is a creature of chaos and darkness, it was very powerful there. The numerous violent deaths that took place there cursed the earth and she could drew strength from it. Lydia's fast reaction and your joined powers are the only reason Lydia, Derek and I are still alive. As for Derek, as you've seen, I've encased him in amber. It's the only thing keeping him alive at the moment, it's like suspended animation." Stella explained, earning herself four looks of incomprehension and a understanding one from Lydia. "Kate used chaos energy on him and I won't be able to heal him until we get it out of his system! To do so we'll need the full power of three witches and you still the to restore your reserves, that will take at least 24 hours!"

"In the meantime would you please tell us what is going on?" Scott asked.

The gestured for the wolves to sit, while repeating her earlier actions, throwing a ball of blue light at the ceiling, creating the dome of animated frescoes, surrounding the sofa with a bubble of light.

"Millennia ago, before the collective memory of the world began, there was a time when magic was common among men...

*Not hating please. I'm male so I'm allowed to say things like that! ;-)