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Stiles' phone fell from his hand and dropped to the ground.

"Stiles? Stiles?"

The young mage could hear the voice of his father just fine but he didn't answer him, he absolutely refused to at the moment.

Stiles took one deep breath and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"What the fuck?!" Stiles exclaimed in pure frustration. His life just kept getting stranger and stranger as the days went by.

How the hell did his dad find out about his powers? He barely knew anything about his powers and yet his dad was talking to him about mages as if he's known about them all his life.

"Stiles?" Stiles turned when he heard the concerned voice of Allison.

She was slowly walking toward him with a concerned smile on her face. "Are you alright? Did something happen?"

Stiles looked over and saw that not only were Lydia and Danny giving him looks, but the werewolves in the pack had actually stopped training to see what he was yelling about, again.

"Just a lot of drama, drama, and more drama." Stiles said with a shrug holding back the irritated frown that wanted to appear on his face.

Before anyone could ask him another question Stiles picked up his keys from the porch and started walking toward his jeep.

"I'll be back in a bit, I have some family business to take care of." Stiles gave them all a grin hoping not to worry any of them.

With that the honey eyed boy jumped in his car and sped away from the premises.

Stiles' thoughts were going just as fast as his car was, probably even faster. He just couldn't fight off the worry and fear that came from this new development.

Was his father a mage like him? That would explain some things but it would also raise so many other questions. Why was he even at Deaton's in the first place? Did he know Deaton or did the elder mage invite his dad over to have a talk with him?

"All this thinking is making my brain itch." Stiles complained scratching at the top of his head.

Stiles arrived at Deaton's place having only broken a minimal amount of speed and traffic laws surprisingly.

He pushed open the door to the clinic building and found no one there except his father and Dr. Deaton in the lobby.

The Sheriff looked quite stressed about something, his head was buried in his hands as he sat down in his chair hunched over. Deaton was standing up and leaning on the wall beside his father waiting patiently for his arrival.

As soon as his son came in the room, John sat up swiftly and gave his only child an apologetic look (something that confused Stiles even more).

Stiles sighed. This was the time when his other best friend, awkward silence, entered the room. He pretty much follows him everywhere he goes.

Luckily, since Stiles is Stiles, he never lets him stay for long.

"So, there is no one here again." Stiles made a motion around the room turning his gaze to his teacher. "Honestly Dr. Bender how do you stay in business?"

Deaton chuckled despite the clear seriousness of the situation. "Pure luck."

Stiles snorted. "Luck? I wish I had some of that, or I'd rather Scott would give him some of his because he is one lucky little bastard."

"I've noticed that," Deaton nodded in agreement, "it's allowed him to associate with a lot of loyal and strong people."

"Are you complimenting me?" Stiles asked with a grin. "Because I have to say that flattery will get you everywhere Dr. Fry. Now give me another."

"Excuse me."

Both of them turned and saw John staring at the two of them in what was frustration and (correct Stiles if he's wrong) the slightest hint of jealously?

"If you two don't mind I believe that you came here for a reason Stiles." John stated disgruntledly.

Stiles frowned and folded his arms. "I guess you could say that. I mean, you did drop a major bomb on me a couple a minutes ago right of the fucking blue."

"Watch your language." John chastised before looking quite ashamed of himself. "And I know what I did was stupid-"

Deaton coughed.

"Okay, it was extremely stupid," John correct shooting the veterinarian a glare, "but I wasn't really in the right state of mind."

"Right state of mind?" Stiles repeated. "What does that mean? You weren't in the right state of mind to be honest with your own son?"

"No, I meant that I shouldn't have just called you and scared you like that." John said walking over and putting a hand on his sons shoulder. "It was just a spur of the moment thing."

"Of what moment?" Stiles questioned peaking his head over at Deaton who seemed to be holding himself back from saying something.

John briefly gave Deaton a look before turning back to his son.

"Well," John sighed not knowing where to begin, "it's just that when I noticed the signs of you getting your powers back everything just came back to me. I didn't know how to approach you about this so I went to Deaton's who I haven't talked to in a long time. We got to talking about everything that happened and I just felt the need to tell you everything."

Huh? Stiles always thought he got his babbling habit from his mother. I guess it's true, you really do learn something every day.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Stiles held his hands up in front of his face, "back up a bit. Let's start with this, how do you know about mage's?"

"Our family, the Stilinski's, is a proud family of mages." John said with a small smile.

Stiles gaped and stared at his father in pure mortification. "Wha…What?! Why am I just learning this now?"

"I wanted to keep you away from all this magic business after your mother's death and the fire." John informed his son.

"Fire?" Stiles repeated softly. "I don't remember any-"

(Flashback)

Tears flowed down from Stiles' face like a river, he couldn't stop them just like he couldn't stop the fire from warming up his skin and the smoke from entering his lungs.

He couldn't see anything, everything was too dark and faded in his eyes.

The five year old boy slowly turned his head as he felt two bodies beside him. This made him more frightened than Stiles has ever been in his entire life.

"Mommy? Mommy?" Stiles asked softly as he was completely out of breath. The mark on his hand shined brightly through the smoke and fire.

Stiles looked around and took the time to take in the reality of the situation. His house and his family were being destroyed before his very eyes. Everything he loved and cared about were fading away into nothing.

Stiles screamed at the top of his lungs, accidently unleashing a very powerful shield which covered the entire house and blanketing it in his power.

(End Flashback)

"I do remember." Stiles' eyes widened in shock as he turned to his father.

John looked to his son in something akin to fear at this revelation. Deaton on the other hand shut his eyes tightly as if in prayer.

"What exactly do you remember?" John asked taking both his sons shoulders and shaking them lightly.

Stiles furrowed his brow at his father not having a clue what he was getting so excited about.

"I remember that we had a fire in the house and all three of us were trapped inside." Stiles answered. "I think my powers turned on or something and then I passed out."

John nodded at his son stiffly seemingly both relieved and disappointed at something Stiles told him.

"What happened that day?" Stiles questioned.

John and Deaton looked toward each other before the veterinarian gave Stiles' father a stern look.

The Sheriff let out a deep sigh. "Somebody started a fire in our house that day, we don't know who did-"

"How do you know it was a person?" Stiles interrupted before he could stop himself.

"It was a fire caused by magic." Deaton said answering Stiles' question this time. "None of you could put it out with water and your mothers powers didn't work on the flames."

Stiles turned to his father with sheepish half-lidded eyes. "Why didn't you use your powers old man? You let your woman do all the work?"

John rolled his eyes and smacked his son on the head. "I did what I could which wasn't much seeing as I don't have powers. I'm pretty much one of the only people in my family that isn't a mage."

"Oh." Stiles eyebrows rose. "So you're like the redheaded stepchild of the family? I always knew you were weird."

"No I wasn't." John said before he raised an eyebrow at his son. "And who are you to call somebody weird?"

"Excuse me dadomatic but I am an expert on weird, I can sense weirdness from a mile away." Stiles turned briefly to the door. "For instance, Derek is looming outside the front door as we speak."

"Derek? Derek Hale?" John asked suspiciously with the slightest bit of anger in his voice.

Stiles, not paying any attention to his father's words, continued on with what he was saying.

"It's either my weird senses or my dog senses, I get those confused sometimes." Stiles snickered lowly.

A low growl emanated from outside. It caused John to jump slightly while Stiles smirked in triumph.

"Maybe if we offer him some Scooby snacks he'll come in." Stiles proclaimed in a sweet tone of voice.

The door was suddenly flung open revealing a thoroughly pissed off Alpha.

The honey eyed boy snickered at Derek's anger, even when he moved over to him so that their foreheads were touching and they were eye to eye.

"If you make one more stupid dog joke I am going to tie you to the back of my car, drive to a gas station, and put you through a carwash." Derek swore his voice low and threatening.

Stiles smiled up at him. "Self-serve or automatic?"

"Automatic." Derek answered simply.

"Sweet," Stiles said with grin, "I always wondered what those big brush things felt like."

With a shake of his head Derek pulled back and gave the mage a dry look. "You are ridiculous."

"And yet you're still here, that's real magic right there." Stiles said before bursting into laughter.

Someone coughed really loudly.

Both the werewolf and the mage turned and were met with both an amused and an annoyed expression.

John eyed the two of them, or rather the space between both of them, with pure contempt.

"I also figured out everything that was happening in town, with the werewolves." John announced gruffly.

Stiles stopped laughing instantly. Derek froze and looked over at Stiles' father with a blank expression as if he didn't know what to make of this news.

"Even though I never knew much about werewolves I was always suspicious." John confessed. "Deaton helped me fill in the blanks."

"Dr. Zoidberg!" Stiles yelled feeling betrayed. Derek growled at the good doctor as well for revealing their secret.

"He was going to go over to the Hale house with a rifle Stiles, I didn't have much of a choice." Deaton said apologetically.

"Judging from I just saw I might have to keep that plan." John stated looking between Stiles and Derek yet again.

Stiles didn't have a clue what his father was talking about but since his tone was in danger mode he felt that he should change the subject.

"So, what happened with that fire again?" Stiles cleared his throat and asked.

John blinked and eyed Derek suspiciously.

Call Stiles crazy but he could have sworn that he saw Derek shift his feet slightly as his father stared daggers at him. Well, his dad wouldn't have got where he was today if he couldn't pull off a badass death glare.

"He's not leaving so you might as well go on ahead." Stiles advised his father. "Derek is my personal guard-"

"Stiles." Derek shot the mage a mighty glare.

"-dude, guarddude." Stiles said snickering.

John looked between the two of them again and sighed miserably. "Looks like there's another talk we have to have son."

"Huh?" Stiles looked confused. What more could they have to talk about after this?

"Never mind, to answer your question you stopped the fire with a very powerful shield." John informed his son.

"I stopped it?" Stiles repeated in pure confusion. "How did I do that? I'm pretty sure water is super effective against fire not shields."

"You used a very powerful anti-magic shield which covered your house and put out the fire." Deaton told the young mage.

"You saved our lives that day." John told his son running his hands gently through Stiles' short hair.

Stiles blushed at the proud look his father was giving him. He refused to turn around because he just knew that Derek was shooting him a smirk.

"Unfortunately, doing that ended up being too much for you and you lost your powers." John said with a sigh.

"I did?" Stiles eyes widened. "How?"

"It was quite advanced magic for a five year old," Deaton informed the young mage, "you were lucky to have lived through that, you almost went into a coma."

"And so now my powers just decided to wake up?" Stiles asked pretty much to himself. He looked accusingly at his father. "That doesn't explain why I am just learning about all this mage crap now if it's been in our family forever."

John winced. "We didn't want to put you in any more danger. Powerful mages in our family have a habit of…disappearing and we didn't want the same thing to happen to you. Since your powers disappeared we figured that we should let you live a normal life, away from all the danger we were putting you in."

Stiles felt himself growing more and more frustrated the more his father talked. Every single thing he said was about what he and his mother thought was best for him, his input wasn't even put into consideration when doing all this.

That also brings something else up that his father skipped over. What happened to his memories? Did him losing his powers for twelve years also take away his memories of having magic as well? There are still more questions that needed to be answered.

"So it was all about your interests."

Surprisingly, it was Derek who spoke up first not Stiles. Stiles had thought that the Alpha might have left with how quiet he had been.

John turned to glare at the werewolf who met his stare with his own intense gaze.

"You were only doing what you thought was best for your son, yes that's true, but you also hid from him a part of not only your family's life but part of who he is." Derek grunted. "I'm sure it's not random how that whole mage Trisource system is, it fits who you are, it makes you who you are."

Stiles can recall Derek saying something similar to the pack about werewolves and about it not being a coincidence that they all survived the bite. They were able to turn into werewolves because being a wolf has always been a part of them, they just didn't know it yet.

"You took away one of the things a person is always given the right to, his identity. It's ridiculous hearing you try to defend that." Derek proclaimed his anger coming out full force.

"Hey Derek." Stiles exclaimed grabbing the Alpha by the arm. He didn't know why he was getting so angry about this but an angry Alpha wolf is not a good Alpha wolf.

"I know that he lied to me but I've been doing the same thing to him these past couple of months." Stiles pointed out rationally. "I can say that we're pretty even."

Derek turned his glare on Stiles though it had lessened somewhat. "Twelve years is different than a couple months. Let's not forget all the depression and anguish you went through because your father was ignoring you."

At that reveal John's angry expression completely fell from his face. Guilt was written all over the sheriff's face as he took in the reality of the situation.

Stiles stiffened and clenched his hand on Derek's arm. All those weeks of pure depression were something Stiles never wanted to go back to, it was truly the darkest part of his life thus far. He had thought that the relationship with his father was ruined, John wasn't talking to him and pretty much ignored his existence. Unless you've been in that situation you couldn't begin to understand what it's like to be ignored by one of the only people that supposed to love you the most.

"Son." John held out his hands in front of Stiles.

Almost instinctively, Stiles jumped into his father's arms and accepted the hug wholeheartedly

"I'm so sorry I made you depressed son." John said into his son's hair.

"I wasn't-"

"Don't try to sugarcoat it." John ordered softly. "I could tell by the look on your face when Hale said you were depressed it was true. I never meant to make you feel like that. I was stupid and afraid you were going to leave me like everyone else."

"I didn't want to lie to you, it's just that I didn't know what else to do." Stiles confessed into his father's shoulder and for once letting his eyes water. It felt kind of nice not hiding how he really felt for once. "I'm sorry."

John kissed his son on the top of his head. "I'm sorry too. How could I ignore one of the greatest things that has ever happened to me?"

A lone tear fell from Stiles' face as he let joy and happiness overcome him. His father loved him, he really loved him. After all those months of thinking that he would probably never talk to his father again he was overjoyed to know that he still cares.

"Okay," Stiles sniffed and came out of his father's shoulder, "enough of this mushy stuff."

John chuckled and patted his son on his back. "Maybe we should go home, I'll order a pizza for dinner."

Stiles started to nod before he remembered something. "Oh wait, I forgot some things at Derek's place."

John didn't look too pleased about that. "The rest of the…pack is there right?"

The young mage furrowed his brow at his father but nodded nonetheless. "They should be? Sourwolf?"

Derek growled at the nickname but nodded in agreement.

Stiles smiled when his father said yes. "Good, I have to get my cookies that Tyler gave me."

So caught up in his love of cookies, Stiles didn't noticed Derek stiffen as he followed him out the door.

"Who the hell is Tyler?" Derek asked his lip just as tight as his voice.

Stiles blinked before giving Derek a warm smile. "He's just this freshman that gave me some homemade cookies at school. It was really sweet, nobody ever gives me gifts like that."

Once again, Stiles completely missed Derek's angry stare as he walked out the clinic.

I know some of you might be disappointed that the Sheriff isn't a mage but I have a reason behind it. I don't want to spoil too much but let's just say that if the Sheriff was a mage he would be dead right now and Stiles would be an orphan. For what we find out later it wouldn't make any sense for him to be alive if he were a mage.

Let me just say that Stiles' mother did survive the fire. I didn't change that she died of cancer. How did she die of cancer when she's a mage? You'll find that out later as well.

I'm sure you noticed a couple of fishy things with the Sheriff's story, I did that on purpose. I can't explain everything to you at one moment.

Don't to worry about the Sheriff, we are going to find out later on that he doesn't need powers to be a badass. He's going to kicking some major ass in this story.

I hope you liked the chapter and I will see you all next time.