AUTHOR'S NOTE: Some serious crap is happening this chapter people! Thanks for all the nice reviews. Also I debated on even mentioning Cora, cause I loved what little we saw of her, but she literally just came and went so idk.
Spark action has happened!
The day had started just fine for Scott. He had forced himself to completely ignore what happened last night with Stiles and Derek and carried on throughout school like his best friend didn't exist.
He was actually looking forward to practice before he smelt it.
Alpha.
He was drawn towards it. He fought against the urge to run to it tooth and nail and just went through practice but he found himself being more aggresive. Scott knew it was the Alphas fault but didn't care. He felt powerful.
"God damnit Scott." Stiles says frustratedly from the bench as he watches the other teen plow through another person.
The final whistle blows and Scott pushes himself to run as fast as he can into the locker room, fighting all the urges and instincts telling him to find the Alpha. He blasts the shower to cold and just stands under the water for a few moments before he finally steps out.
As he gets out he listens to the conversations around him and the steady heartbeats letting all the noise calm him. Scott can hear them all leaving one by one before he is the last one left. He hurries to get dressed when the lights go out.
A ball rolls across the floor, and he leans over to slowly pick it up.
"Scott." A voice whispers to him and he jumps to see a man looming by the showers.
"Jesus dude! Scared the shit outta me!" Scott tells the older man before he inhales and his entire body freezes. "Its you!" Scott acusses and the man just shrugs.
"When I was in high school, we played basketball. There's a real sport. Still, I read somewhere that Lacrosse comes from native American tribes and that they played it to resolve conflict. I have that right? Hm. I have a little conflict of my own to resolve, Scott. But I need your help to do it." The man tells him.
"I'm not helping you kill people!"
"Well, I don't want to kill all of them. Just the responsible ones. And that doesn't have to include your precious Allison." The man continues on calmly.
"Scott?" Stiles calls out as he enters the locker room quickly. He could feel Peter's presence around here.
"Stiles. So good to see you again." Peter says with a slight murmur in his voice.
"You're on his side? Are you forgetting the part where he's killed people?!" Scott shouts angrily at Stiles.
"What? No!" Stiles says in exasperation.
"Scott- I think you're getting the wrong impression of us. I really just want to help you reach your full potential." Peter purrs out with one of his creepy smirks.
"By killing my friends." Scott deadpans.
"Sometimes the people closest to you-" Peter pauses as he looks over at Stiles briefly. "Can be the ones holding you back the most." Peter finishes with a shrug.
"If they're holding me back from becoming a psychotic nut job like you, I'm okay with that."
"Maybe- you could try and see things- from my perspective." Peter says and rushes forward to burry his claws in the back of his neck. Peter can feel the memorys flashing and can see that they are effecting Scott.
"Peter! What are you doing? Let him go!" Stiles shouts as he runs forwards towards the other teen and lands on the ground in front of Scott.
"Showing him what its like. What I went through." Peter whispers as he continues to share his memories.
"Let him go or I swear to God I will let myself go completely and let the other me kill you." Stiles growls as he watches his best friends eyes blink distantly.
"If I let go now it could kill him." Peter says nonchalantly.
Stiles doesn't know what to do. Peter could be lying but he might not be. Attacking might injure Scott and no matter how mad he was at him right now, he still didn't want to see him hurt.
Flashback
All Scott feels is anger. Its every where like a giant ball of nothing that won't ever go away. Then he hears something, someone.
"If you can hear us Peter, we just want to let you know we love you. We don't want to leave you here but we have no choice, the doctors say you're better off here where you can get the best treatment and care." Its a womans voice, one he doesn't understand but he can feel that Peter knew who she was. She was family, pack.
Theres movement in the room but its still dark, almost like Peter couldn't open his eyes. He can hear a door opening and then the womans scent fades but theres still someone there. Theres a throbbing pain all throughout his body.
"I'm sorry uncle. This is all my fault. I never should have trusted her. I did this. Its my fault. I should have been the one in the house not all of you. You didn't deserve this." Scott knows this voice, he can feel the confusion from Peter.
"I killed our family. I don't even have the courage to tell Laura. I'm weak! A coward! I should just end it now but I'm afraid. Laura thinks if we just leave and start new some where else it will solve everything. It won't, I know better than that. I'll still have everyones deaths on my shoulders, I'll still worry about whether the hunters are going to come finish us off. Laura isn't ready for the Alpha status, she's barely holding herself together uncle. I don't know what to do." Scott realizes that this is a young Derek spilling his soul to Peter, someone who was unable to judge him for what he was confessing.
"I'm sorry we're leaving you uncle. I'm sorry I am so weak. I'm sorry." Scott can smell the salty tears and feels a rush of air pass him as the sound of the door opening and closing sounds again and then there is nothing. The feeling of lonliness strikes him and then its just silence.
The occasional nurse puttering and fiddling about were the only company he had. The rest of the time he's left to himself thinking over Derek's words, of the fire, the family he no longer has. Slowly the healing takes over and its excuriating but he's unable to cry out. Unable to move, speak, nothing.
Years he's alone. Then he starts gaining strength back. Slowly at first, a twitch at times a wiggle at others. Before finally he just retreats into his own mind to let the healing do its thing. Eventually though he begins to gain coinciounce, he finds himself waking in the bathtub, the room down the hall, other odd places in the hospital before a nurse finds him.
She makes sure his window is open and he starts roaming the woods. Not human at all, just the wolf and all those animalistic instincts driving him. So when he comes across a familiar scent and follows it his wolf acts without thought, slicing her in half and watching the alpha bleed from her eyes.
From that moment he can feel the healing kick up a hundred fold. He can feel the power flowing through him and he needs more. He feels remorse for awhile before he sees oppurtunity; bait. One more left in this pack, kill or join, he thinks. The police don't even concern him after they find half of his nieces body. He knows that his bait has worked and that the beta has seen them.
What he doesn't expect is to find the boy out hiding from the police. Driven by instincts his wolf bites and then teases the kid for awhile before departing. When he wakes, hes covered in dirt and blood and he can feel the thrum of power beneath his skin. He laughs at every attempt from the boy and the beta at finding his identity. He waits patient and cocky as always for the perfect moment.
End Flashback
Stiles watches is fear as the moments tick by and Peter and Scott are connected. They both have this glazed, distant look in their eyes thats starting to creep him out. Just as he's about to speak up about it, Peter's claws retract and Scott goes limp.
"Damnit Peter!" Stiles shouts and he can feel his skin start to burn and the runes raise.
"Calm down. He's fine, just over whelmed." Peter deadpans with a curious look over the boys arms at the runes. "You still haven't told me what you are you know?" He adds with a creepy smirk.
"Leave. Now. Before you piss me off anymore." Stiles growls out with fiery eyes and Peter just raises his hands in a peaceful manner as he begins walking backwards.
"Alright. Alright. No need to get all growly. I thought we were the wolves and you were just the human here." Peter chuckles as he gives a small wave and walks out the door.
"Creepy asshole." Stiles mutters to himself as he leans down to check over Scott. "Scott? Time to wake up dude." He says as he gives a strong shake to the other boys shoulders.
Growls break the silence of the room and they only grow louder and Stiles watches as his exfriend starts to shift. His eyes shoot open, amber and his canines elongate threateningly.
"Hey now. Calm down. Easy boy." Stiles says as he stands slowly and puts his hands up placatingly. Scott only seems to get angryer and Stiles slowly begins to walk backwards towards the locker room door.
He knows Derek should be in the parking lot waiting for him by now but thats at the front of the school. There all the way across campus, and he prays that Derek isn't listening to music or something.
Stiles is a foot or two away from the door and Scott is only now in a low crouch when he decides to make a run for it. He spins around and shoots towards the door just barely making it through as a loud crash is heard behind him. He doesn't wait after that, taking off through the halls he screams Derek's name as loud as he can and doesn't look back.
Stiles can hear the growling and grunting going on behind him that seems to be gaining and he shuts his eyes as he runs past the staircase, knowing he's caught already. Instead of being ripped to shreds though theres a ear splitting roar followed by a loud bang directly behind him and he peaks an eye open to see Derek and Scott across the hall wrestling over eachother.
"Oh thank God! I don't know what his problem is. Peter did something to him while he was sharing his creepy thought with him or something." Stiles yells to Derek who only grunts an affirmative as he lands a hard punch across Scott's cheek and Stiles watches him go limp yet again.
"You didn't kill him did you?" Stiles asks as he hesitantly walks up to them and prods Scott in the ribs with the tip of his shoe.
"No I didn't kill him Stiles." Derek deadpans with a stern; 'you're- a-dumbass-why-do-I-hang-around-you' look and pushes him towards the parking lot.
"Well you do have some serious muscles Derek! I don't know, maybe your punches could actually kill someone! Is that so hard to imagine?" Stiles asks incredulously.
"Just shut up and lets go home. I don't wanna be here when he wakes back up." Derek tells him as he keeps pushing the boy forward.
"Wait we'er just gonna leave him?" Stiles tries to stop but can't fight against the strong pushes.
"Got any better ideas?" Derek asks with a glare.
"No. Ok fine. But I don't like it!" Stiles sighs as they walk out the door and to the Camaro.
"Thank you. Now shut up and tell me what happened." Derek demands and Stiles sighs again as he begins telling the story.
20 minutes later and they are both in Stiles room and Derek is looking like he might murder innocent little grannies with a stare.
"He did what?" Derek asks yet again.
"He was like, showing Scott his memories or something." Stiles repeats. "Is that like a big werewolf no-no or something?" He asks as Derek's glare only gets more murderous.
"Not really its just not used often. But it explains Scott's behavior. When Alpha's share their memories they also share their feelings, its pretty much like seeing everything through their eyes." Derek pinches the bridge of his nose before sighing and sitting on the bed behind his mate.
"This sucks." Stiles mutters as he leans back on the wolfs chest.
"Ya tell me about it." Derek huffs.
"Umm, hey Derek?" Stiles asks slowly after a few moments.
"Hmm?" Derek has a bad feeling about this.
"Well I was wondering. You see- I want-." Stiles starts and stops, trying to find the right way to say it.
"Just spit it out." Derek sighs as he runs a hand through the barely there hair of the boys.
"I wanna talk to my Spark." Stiles rushes out in one breath. Its silent for a moment.
"Can you even do that?" Derek asks quietly.
"Sort of. Remember when it activated, how it took over and kept speaking in monosylables?" Stiles asks and Derek can smell the wariness on him.
"Yes." Derek draws out the word, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"Well I think its like that. Except I'll be projecting my Spark outside of myself." Stiles explained.
"It sounds like you're not certain of this." Derek said warily.
"I'm not. Like at all. But I need to talk to it Derek! I need answers." Stiles pleaded as he twisted in Derek's arms to face the wolf and make the puppy dog eyes full force.
"Fine. What do I have to do?" Derek huffed a sigh and looked down at the boy.
"Just keep touching me. It grounds me." Stiles said as he twisted and wiggled so he wasn't facing him anymore and started to breathe in and out.
"Don't speak yet either." Stiles added and Derek watched as the runes started to appear and then Stiles pulled his shirt over his head and Derek watched as every inch of his skin was covered in symbals.
Stiles kept breathing slowly in and out and his skin began glowing orange. Stiles flexed his fingers a couple of times and Derek watched as the light began to pulse to his chest, much like it did the first time.
Derek was struck when he suddenly noticed, right over Stiles' heart a small, fist sized triskele. He felt tears gather before he blinked them away and focused on Stiles and keeping him grounded.
The pulsing grew faster and brighter until the small triskele was lit up brightly and every where else stopped glowing. Derek wondered if something was supposed to happen or if it was just in Stiles head but was shocked when a voice spoke.
"Stiles. Nice to see you." They both looked up at a mirror image of the boy but this one looked older, wiser. He had more scars visible on his chest, his hair was longer and the runes grew into what looked like intricate tattoos.
"Holy shit, it worked!" Stiles exclaimed and both the Spark and Derek chuckled.
"Yes you did good for such a newly awakened Spark."
"I have questions. A lot." Stiles said and the Spark noded with a slight smile.
"I knew you would. Go on, ask away." The Spark told him easily.
"What are we? How do I control this? Am I like some sorta wizard or something?" Stiles rushed excitedly and Derek watched his expressions with a faint smile.
"You are an ancient creature with great power. Most myths say we are made when an angel and a demon mate but thats nonsense most the time. No you are from a witch, a very powerful one at that, and a human. Your mother was a very gifted high priestess that fell in love with a mortal, your father. Because you were half human, you didn't get the full abilities of your mother. Therefore, you became a Spark, which means that you had a chance of being magical but it would only activate when you were ready. It was a 50/50 chance. The only reason I activated was because something was endangering you, a dark spirit was circling and I had to act. Spark's are very rare and sought after, most lose control or shun it and die in the end but those who are strong learn to be great beings." The Spark took a deep breath before continuing.
"Control is hard, your mother had books that she wrote just in case for you. She knew one day you might Spark and was afraid you'd have to go through it alone. Luckily you have met your mate early, and control shouldn't be to much of a problem."
"Did my dad know?" Stiles asks softly.
"Towards the end, when your mother was sick, she told him. He was cautious at first but learnt to live with it." The Spark explains slowly.
"Can I do cool stuff? I don't need like a wand or something right? That would be embarrissing." Stiles cleared his throat and changed the subject away from his mother.
"Well the more you get aquainted with yourself, and your mothers book might help if she has any spells or such, the more things you'll find you can do. You're like a guardian of sorts, this town is your home, you are one with the Earth and everything that is on it. Your mother was said to be able to shift forms also. But I must warn you Stiles, some things you are not ready for and some do come with a price. Be wary." The Spark cautioned with a stern look at the boy.
"Yesterday, with Peter. You threatened to take his wolf, can I really do that?" Stiles asked after a moment and placed his hand on Derek's knee when he felt the older man tese behind him.
"Yes. The wolf is apart of their spirits, or souls if you'd like. Taking it away is like cutting away another half of them. Its painful and usually they never recover. I do not advise this in any circumstance." The Spark explained with a sad and apollogetic look at Derek.
"Whenever you take over, you always speak monosylables, like wolf, Hale, mate. Such things like that, why? Are you reading them or something?" Stiles asked and Derek suddenly remembers what the Spark had said yesterday about his family.
"In a way yes. I can see into them, I see their fears, wants, past, things they try to hide. Soon I won't take you over anymore, I'll be a part of you so it will just be like a vision you get. The only reason why I am like a seperate being right now is because you are still learning, and that is the way you wanted me."
"That sounds delighful." Stiles said sarcastically which the Spark rolled his eyes at. "A part of me huh? So will I just absorb the dangerous, badass Spark that you are?" Stiles smiled.
"Yes. Although if you ever needed, all of the knowledge you have, the knowledge I have, will be accesible to you as I will be also. Just not in a solid form like I am now." The Spark tried to explain the best he could but just shrugged.
"One last question. You said Peter was one of the 4 surviving Hale's. There is only 3." Derek spoke up for the first time and watched as the Spark straightened.
"It was a slip up. I shouldn't have said it." The Spark rushed and looked at Stiles pleadingly.
"What does that mean?" Stiles asked with narrowed eyes.
"It means I cannot speak further of it without revealing things you cannot know yet."
"Speak." Stiles said firmly and Derek watched the Spark sigh resighedly.
"Willow is alive. Cora was too before something happened and she disapeared from my view." The Spark said quietly and slowly.
"What?" Derek asked brokenly. "How?"
"I do not know. I have said too much, I must go." The Spark said and walked towards the bed.
"Wait." Derek called but it was too late, the Spark had placed his hand on Stiles chest and disapeared.
"Derek. I am so sorry." Stiles said as he spun around and embraced the wolf tightly.
"They are alive Stiles. All these years. I have to find them. Have to bring them home." Derek could feel the tears falling but didn't really give a damn.
"No offense buddy, but there isn't a home for you to bring them too." Stiles told him as he drew back slightly to look up at him.
"Then I will make one." Derek said determined. "For all of us. You, me, and my sisters."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know I am a terrible person for ending it here. I tried explaining the Spark the best I could but it might be a bit confusing, just let me know what ya think?
Anyways I love you guys! You've all been so friggin awesome and supportive and I appreiciate it a lot. Stay majestically awesome babes!