One more chapter to go for Part A. I hope y'all are enjoying this and like where I take the stories from here.

Part A-Chapter 9

"So how did your chat with Mr. McCall go?"

Stiles turns his head from the window to the doorway and finds Deaton standing just inside. Of course Stiles wouldn't have heard him come in and of course he would know about his and Scott's talk/fight. Deaton always seems to creepily know everything.

Stiles shrugs and turns to look back out the window for a moment. Scott left over four hours ago. Stiles slept for nearly three and only woke up when the nurse came in to give him a drink and some snacks. Stiles couldn't get back to sleep after that so he's been staring out the window for the last hour and a half with nothing else to do.

"Not so good but I'm betting you already knew that." He answers.

Deaton chuckles at him. "I had a feeling things were not going to go well but I do not know what you said to each other. My foresight only goes so far in some cases. Things of a private manor do not come so easy unless I have direct permission from one of the private parties." He explains.

Stiles is intrigued. He's been wondering lately if he'll ever be able to do the things that Deaton can do. He may never have seen Deaton in action but now that he is aware of what and who he is he can feel the power seeping out of the man every time he enters his room. Finally the curiosity gets the better of him. "Will I ever be able to do the things you can?"

Deaton chuckles again. "Stiles you already can, and even so much more. I learned how to be a druid because my sister was born one and I wanted to protect her, I wasn't a naturally born druid. The things I can do come from studying and pushing myself. The things you can do come naturally because you were born to do them. You can do anything you set your mind to, even now without any training. All you have to do is believe in yourself and find an anchor to ground you to your human side and anything is possible."

"An anchor. Like with Scott and them?"

Deaton nods. "Yes. Anchors actually came from the Druids first. Many years ago most werewolves were feral because they didn't know how to control their urges and instincts. An Alpha by the name of Darren Hale, he killed his wife by accident because his wolf lost control. He nearly committed suicide but he had three children to take care of and raise. He sought out a witch to take his wolf away but found a druid by the name of Alexis Deaton and she taught him how to control himself and center his wolf. It took years but he did it and he became a better man for it. He and his children went on to create one of the largest and most powerful packs in the world. They aligned themselves with the Deaton's and have kept their control in check ever since."

Stiles is stunned. He had no idea of how Deaton had become the emissary to the Hale pack. He just thought that after the Hales moved to Beacon Hills years ago that Talia met Deaton and he became their emissary that way. Thinking about it now Stiles realizes how stupid that actually sounds. Who the hell would appoint a random stranger to help with the pack and family when they don't even know them? Even if that person did happen to be a druid.

"Did you want to be an Emissary?" he asks.

Deaton sighs and shakes his head. "Honestly? No. When I hit of age and showed no signs of the magic I was the happiest I had ever been. I thought I was free from having to lead the life that my mother and my grandmother and my grandmother's father had to live. I was just getting ready to go off to college when my sister came into her powers. I was so devastated because our mother had passed away two years prior and our grandparents were already gone. My sister was terrified. She had no idea what to do. I couldn't leave her so I changed my major to Veterinarian science and started learning the ways of the druids."

"Was there ever a moment when you wanted to stop? To stop helping and just go and live the life that you wanted? The life that you deserved?" Stiles asks as he looks out the window with a faraway look on his face.

Deaton gives him a soft smile and turns to look out the window as well. "Many times Stiles. There were several times when I actually packed my stuff and had it in the car ready to go. I would get into the car, put the key in the ignition, start the car and pull out of the driveway." He admits.

"How far did you get?"

Deaton laughs. "Pretty much only to the end of the block and then I was turning around and heading home again. There was one time when I actually made it several miles down the highway."

"What made you turn around that time?"

"I looked at the picture of my mom and sister hanging from the visor and I just couldn't do it. They meant more to me then getting an education, miles away. That was the last time I ever packed my things and tried to leave. When I got back to the house I started researching Veterinarian courses at the local colleges. No matter how much I wanted to leave and get out I just couldn't do that to my sister. Her life was more important than mine at that time because of what she was. If anyone had found out about her and what she could do she would have been in great danger. I didn't want anything to happen to her so I became the Druid for the family so that she could have a life."

Stiles takes this all in. Deaton has never talked this much before, and never about himself. "Sometimes I want to run too." He admits quietly to the silent room. He feels ashamed of himself because he would be leaving his father and Scott and the pack behind but sometimes he just doesn't want to do it anymore.

Deaton nods like he already knew this. "I know. The very first time I ever met you I knew you were one of us and that you would have trouble accepting it. It's not a very easy thing to accept to be honest. Being a Druid is more than most people will ever know and even the ones that do know still don't understand everything. Even to this day there are moments when I want to run too. I may not be a Druid for my sister anymore but I am what I made myself and I have a vow to keep."

Deaton suddenly turns to look Stiles directly in the eye. "You were born a Druid Stiles. I know you may not want it because you would rather be the fully human one of the pack but you are so much more than a Druid. You are still very much human but you are also an Alpha now." he states with all seriousness.

Stiles furrows his brows. Deaton is the second person to call him an Alpha to his face and he doesn't get how he could be one. He knows he wants to lead his pack and he wants them to be safe but he's still just a human and last time he checked Alpha's were werewolves. "How can that be? I'm human." He states dumbly.

Deaton chuckles lowly. "Yes, you are. But Alpha's do not have to be Supernatural creatures Stiles. Alpha's are people who lead, protect and fight for the ones they love. Everyone has a little bit of Alpha in them but only the true leader's stand up and show the potential." Deaton sighs heavily. "I'm afraid I made a mistake in thinking Scott was a True Alpha. You two spent so much time together that what I was feeling from you I mistook it for coming from Scott instead. I instantly knew you were a Druid but I didn't think you would come this far in being a leader. I gave Scott false hope in being an Alpha when I should have been helping you realize your Alpha nature instead."

Stiles is silent for a few moments. He doesn't know what to say honestly. For the past 17 years he's thought he was a normal teenager and now he's finding out that he was born to be Supernatural in some way and it's kind of tilting his axis right now. He's not afraid to be a Druid but he is afraid of what he is capable of doing. He doesn't want to accidently hurt someone but he doesn't want someone to get hurt for not doing anything at all.

He sighs and resigns himself to the fact that he's going to have to step up. As a Druid and an Alpha apparently. He wants his friends and family safe and he will do anything to make sure that happens. If that means he has to hone his Druidness and Alphaness and kick some ass then he's going to do it. He was raised to always do the right thing and take care of the people he loves and he's going to stick to that.

He looks up to find Deaton smiling at him and rolls his eyes because he knows Deaton knew all along that he would accept his fate and do what he needs to do. "I hate when you do that." He grumbles.

Deaton laughs and again Stiles is surprised to hear it sound so light and happy. Deaton has always been mysterious and even grumpy at times, but never truly happy. Stiles nearly gasps out loud when he realizes that the reason Deaton seems so happy is because now that Stiles is accepting being a Druid and ready to learn Deaton can retire and live the life he spent so many years trying to get to. The life he nearly left his sister behind to live because he too was terrified of the things he could do.

"I'm ready." Stiles voices even though he doesn't have to.

Deaton already knows but he nods anyway. He pulls a smile vile from his pocket and walks over to Stiles. He hands him the vile and smiles. "Drink this and within an hour you will be completely fine. When you're ready come and find me and we will start you're training. I know you want to see your dad and pack first and that's okay. Spend some time with them and then come and see me tonight. We'll start immediately."

Stiles swallows down the liquid as soon as Deaton sets it into his hand and immediately begins feeling better. He can feel the liquid moving throughout his system and attacking whatever made him this way in the first place. He sighs in relief and shoots Deaton a look of gratitude. "I'll meet you at the clinic tonight at 7. I know exactly what I want to learn first."

~! #$%& !~

Four hours, one hospital discharge, one visit to Deaton and several phones calls later Stiles is unlocking the front door of his house and stepping inside. He tosses his hospital bag through the doorway leading into the living room, it landing on the couch softly, and heads to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water.

He only makes it a few feet into the kitchen before someone grabs him from behind, shoves a nasty ass smelling rag over his mouth and nose and begins dragging him backwards out of the house.

Stiles immediately begins putting up a fight. Kicking and trying to scream at his attackers. It's not working though. The rag is soaked in chloroform and as he inhales he can feel his body weakening. The last thing he sees before he loses consciousness is Ethan's face and he knows it's time.

~! #$%& !~

Stiles blinks his eyes open slowly. There's a bright light shining directly on him and when he goes to lift his hand up to block it he realizes they are tied behind his back. He wiggles them and realizes its rope. Very tight rope.

He sighs and lets his eyes adjust to the light so he can look around. He's in Derek's loft. Of course he is. where else would he fucking be. He sighs again and finally notices everyone else around him.

Derek and Peter are strung up on the two thick pillars directly across from each other on opposite sides of the room. Scott and Allison are on the floor back to back tied together. Of course. Boyd, Cora and Isaac are hogtied on the floor in separate corners of the room. Stiles furrows his brow and looks around himself. He's tied to a chair in the very center of the room and every pack member has a view of him. A perfect view.

He opens his mouth to ask what's going on when suddenly Kali and Deucalion step out from behind each of the pillars to stand directly in from of him. "Are you comfortable Stiles?" Deucalion asks.

Stiles wiggles in his seat slightly and smiles at Deucalion widely. "I sure am. Thanks for asking."

Kali snarls and smacks him right across the face. Stiles' head snaps to the side and he instantly tastes blood in his mouth. "Watch your tone or I'll rip your throat out…"

"With your teeth?" Stiles guesses before chuckling. "Yeah I've heard that before. It's more of a Hale thing though the threat doesn't quite suit you. If you had threatened to slit my throat with your feet claws I may be a bit more convinced."

Kali roars and takes a step towards him but Deucalion holds his cane up in her way. She immediately stops and growls at Stiles. "Don't let him get to you Kali. Humans are always sarcastic right before they die." He smirks.

Stiles rolls his eyes heavenward. "I hate when the bad guys get all cliché. Can't any of you come up with your own lines? It's really not that hard. I can help you write some catch phrases if you want. I'm pretty good at it."

Before Stiles can blink Deucalion's cane is across his face harder than Kali's hand by a thousand fold. Stiles grunts and this time spits out blood. Derek growls and Deucalion smirks before turning his head to look at him. "Oh Derek. I wouldn't go feeling all protective over Stiles. Not once we show you all some things." He adds as if it's just an afterthought.

Subtly Stiles catches Aiden's eyes, who's been standing by the huge window with Ethan, watches how they widen slightly and then harden. Stiles can barely contain his giddiness because they now officially have Aiden on their side. He slides his eyes over to Ethan and blinks twice. Ethan nods, turns toward the window and pulls his phone out of his pocket to text.

Deucalion turns his attention back to Stiles and smiles. "Would you like to tell Derek what I'm talking about or should I do the honors?"

Stiles shrugs the best he can. "You seem to know what you're talking about so why don't you do it. I wouldn't want to get anything wrong or leave anything out."

This time the cane is sent right into his stomach. He bends forward with a rough cough before straightening up once again. Deucalion laughs and does it again several times until Stiles can't breathe properly and he has spots of pain in his vision.

"Aiden please bring me the tape." Deucalion says and steps over to a TV and VCR set that Stiles didn't even notice until now.

Aiden pulls a tape out from behind his back and walks over to Deucalion. He hands the tape over and steps back immediately. Deucalion shakes the tape slightly and turns to face Derek and the pack once again. "This is a tape of Ethan and Stiles dancing at Jungle. Stiles has been trading information on you all for quite some time. Danny is just an act. Always has been."

Every set of eyes in the room turn to him. Stiles doesn't look at anyone but Derek with the occasional glance at Peter. He could care less what Scott and Allison think and the other three are probably just confused and hurt. Stiles lets his face look guilty but his eyes are telling a different story.

As soon as Derek's eyes bleed red Deucalion smiles and pops the tape into the VCR player. The screen flickers for a moment before the Jungle's dance floor comes to life and Stiles and Ethan are the center of attention. The screen clearly shows Ethan and Stiles in some compromising positions, talking the whole time privately. The video even shows when Stiles moaned.

When the video stops Deucalion flicks the TV off and walks over to stand in front of Derek. "Don't you see Derek? You can't trust anybody. Not even pack. Join us. Cut all of these loose ends and join us."

Deucalion continues his speech while Kali circles Peter grinning. Something above his head catches his eye and when Stiles looks up he sees Jackson grinning down at him. Finally.

"Hey Duke!" Stiles shouts.

Deucalion jerks around and glares at him. "Don't call me that." He snaps.

Stiles smirks. "Catch."