Laying on his bed, his hands beneath his head, Stiles observed the blue ceiling above him. Exhausted, he remembered the events of this evening. The moment Quinn had said Cedric´s lesson would be hard; he had prepared himself for some hard word. Physical hard work.

A few hours later he had noticed how dumb his assumptions had been. He wasn´t going to train his body, he was going to train his magical abilities. And those were two completely different Things.

Stiles sighed before the mage´s lesson started to play in his mind once more.

He had met Cedric in the forest. After they had greeted each other, Cedric didn´t bother to look for a clearing like Arya and Quinn had done. He sat down, right next to a tree and asked Stiles to do the same. It was then that Stiles started to notice that this evening wasn´t going to be as he had imagined.

Stiles sat down in front of Cedric, staying quite for a moment.

"What do you know about magic?"finally asked Cedric.

Stiles shrugged "What Hollywood has taught me" he answered "Although, there´s always a different explanation, you know? Like Harry Potter has wand and Gandalf has a staff. Not to mention Luke Skywalker. I think the force is also some kind of…"

"Thinking about this twice, why don´t you let me start?" interrupted Cedric. He took a deep breath "Magic can´t be described with one word or in one sentence. It is something you simply recognize"

Stiles raised an eyebrow "Well, it´s not very difficult to know that a lightning coming out of a hand is magic. That´s pretty easy to recognize"

"But that´s just one form of magic" replied Cedric "Once you are able to feel it, you´ll know how to bend it to your will and turn it into whatever form you want"

"How do I feel it exactly?" asked Stiles "Is it like a beam of energy? Or more like electricity? How can I feel it when I have no idea what or where it is?

Cedric smiled "That´s what I´ll teach you today"

"Now, I want you to close your eyes" Cedric instructed and waited until Stiles did what he had asked.

Stiles felt silly doing that. What was he supposed to feel? That word bothered him the most. Feel. It was such an abstract word. How would he know when he felt it? What if he just imagined it? But after taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes.

"Good" he heard Cedric´s voice "Now, tell me what I´m holding in my right hand"

Stiles frowned "You aren´t holding anything. I just saw you"

"You´re assuming that" answered Cedric "You´re not feeling it"

Stiles rolled his eyes behind his lids and shook his head "How am I supposed to…?"

"Concentrate" instructed Cedric "Forget about all your physical senses and try to feel outside of this dimension"

"Where am I? The matrix?" asked Stiles sarcastically, thinking Cedric´s request was absurd. There was no other dimension.

He heard Cedric take a deep breath "I have no idea what that is" he said "But you have to accept that there is more in this world. That´s what makes us special, what gives us our gifts, we can interact with that alternate dimension. Normal people can´t. You have to dare this step, Stiles; you have to believe"

Stiles sighed. Cedric was crazy, this whole thing was completely illogical. There existed no other reality, the world had only three dimensions, that was what science said.

But science also said werewolves and banshees didn´t exist and yet he knew better. He remembered the first time he had talked to Cedric; he had felt so small after discovering that there was something more, another side of the supernatural world. But he had accepted it, it hadn´t been hard for him after all the creatures he had encountered. But this wasn´t supernatural, all of this somehow functioned because of a fourth dimension. It was something completely new, just like the night Scott had been bitten. Now, if he had believed Scott was a werewolf, why not believe this?

Stiles took a deep breath and concentrated. First, nothing happened, the only thing in his mind was the echo of his heartbeat and breathing. But he tried harder, he tried to ignore everything around him and sought something else, something that felt different.

And then it happened.

First it was cold like splashing into cold water. Slowly the sensations got sharper, easier to distinguish. Stiles felt a whole new world around him, currents of energy flowing in every direction. An organized chaos. A chaotic order. It felt like smelling a thousand roses without needing a nose. Like seeing the most beautiful rainbow without needing eyes. Like hearing the most emotional music without needing ears. Only feeling everything. Just floating in it.

It was amazing.

And there were no words to describe it.

Suddenly he noticed an irregularity in the dimension, something that felt… not natural. He tried to focus on it, but it slipped through his fingers each time he tried.

The thing started to stretch towards him, helping him, its energy getting nearer. Stiles tried one more time. He focused

Out of a sudden, the temperature of his body rose. Getting so hot that it hurt. He was burning. Stiles jumped in his seat, panicking, trying to escape from that thing.

With an incredible fast heartbeat and burning lungs, Stiles opened his eyes.

Right in front of him sat Cedric. A ball of fire floating above his extended palm.

The man smiled "You felt it"

"That hurt!" answered Stiles "Why did you do that? No one said training with you involved burning me!"

"I didn´t expect you to be that good the first time" Cedric replied, the fire disappearing "Most students only feel that there´s something but not what it is"

"Well, I felt you were trying to kill me"

Cedric ignored his comment and leaned forward, suddenly utterly serious "But now you know what magic is, don´t you?" he asked "The energy, the colours you feel but can´t see. That´s magic"

And that left Stiles speechless.

But that hadn´t been all. The lesson had continued. Cedric asking Stiles to close his eyes and feel. He asked him to feel the different states of magic. How it could flow like a stream or just float like air.

Stiles learnt a lot. Magic was totally not what Hollywood had taught him. It was something outside of this world, something unexplainable. And he was one of the few people that connected his reality with magic.

We´re the bridge, had said Cedric, we are the translators. We are the doors magic takes to come to escape ist dimension. That gives us the power to direct it, to command it where to go.

In the next two hours Stiles had been not only able to feel magic in its dimension but also to use it to feel things in his own world. He could close his eyes and, using magic, feel where objects and living beings were. He could feel when someone nearby was also using magic, like Cedric with the fire.

But Quinn had been right. Sword fighting had been physically exhausting, but Cedric´s lesson… It hadn´t been bad at first but after time had passed, the whole thing had drained him from all his energy. And somehow he knew that Cedric was choosing the hardest tasks, only accepting perfection. If Stiles failed once, he had to try again and again until he did it.

By the end of the lesson, he had just wanted to go home and lay on his bed. Sleeping didn´t come into his mind, he was too tired to do even that. Cedric had seen his exhaustion and ended the lesson. Saying he would await Stiles tomorrow same time and same place to continue.

And the best part? Quinn and Arya had said exactly the same.

Teen Wolf

Scott watched Stiles sitting two desks before him. He knew the sheriff´s son was paying no attention to Coach. Stiles´ gaze was lost outside of the window. Scott had noticed something different about Stiles the moment the human entered the classroom.

Stiles wasn´t sad anymore, Scott could smell it. His scent was different but Scott couldn´t exactly tell why. It was the first time he stumbled upon that scent. Maybe it was Stiles´ new pack, the one he had talked with the sheriff about.

Scott shook his head. That was not it. It didn´t smell like a werewolf, nor like any supernatural creature. His scent was still human but it was… different.

Suddenly, he saw Stiles close his eyes. Frowning, he moved his head slightly to the right, trying to get a better look. It didn´t seem like Stiles was tired or trying to sleep. On the contrary; it seemed like he was totally concentrated on something, like he was lost somewhere else.

Scott had never seen him like that before. Stiles was hyperactive; he did not close his eyes and concentrate on something. That was impossible for him.

Apparently, he wasn´t the only one to notice Stiles´ odd behaviour.

"Stillinski?!" asked Coach, walking past the first two rows to get next to Stiles "Eyes on the board! It´s no sleep time!"

But Stiles didn´t stir. His eyes stayed closed, not a single muscle in his body moved.

Coach took a deep breath "You can´t fool me" he said "I know you´re listening. If you don´t stop it, I´ll give you detention"

Stiles stayed right in the same position. Not moving a single centimetre. The whole class was now watching in silence. As far as Scott knew, there had never happened something like this.

"Stillinski, I´ll give you five seconds!" Coach said. Scott could have sworn he heard insecurity in his voice "This is no joke, Stillinski, I´ll make you run until your legs fall off!"

But again, no reaction.

Scott frowned, Stiles would never do something like that. There was something wrong. Slowly, he stood up and walked to Stiles´ seat.

"Mr McCall, go back to your seat!" instructed Coach the moment he saw him.

Scott shook his head "There´s something wrong with him, Coach!" he replied pointing to Stiles "He isn´t faking it"

"Nice try, McCall" laughed Coach "Now get back to your seat before I give you detention, too!"

"Eh… Mr. Finnstock?" asked a girl sitting in front of Stiles "I think McCall is right. There´s something wrong with him"

Scott used the distraction and got next to Stiles. He was almost completely petrified, only his chest moved as he breathed in and out. His eyes were closed, his face emotionless.

The werewolf felt the eyes of the entire class set on him. Even Coach had decided to shut up.

Slowly, Scott placed his hand on Stiles´ shoulder and shook it.

Suddenly, Stiles gasped for air and something fell to the ground behind Scott, both events at the same time, making the whole class jump in their seats. Stiles´ eyes flew open. Scared, he looked around him, noticing that everyone was looking at him.

And at Greenberg.

Because it had been his books falling to the ground that had caused the other sound.

Coach looked at his most hated pupil "Don´t be a girl, Greenberg" he said "He just breathed in, no need to throw things"

Greenberg shook determined his head "No, Coach, it wasn´t me!" he replied "I wasn´t touching them…"

"Do you believe in ghosts?" asked Coach "Because there´s no other way…"

"No, but I swear, they mo…"

"Shut it, Greenberg!" interrupted Coach "Shut it and pick them up!"

Scott turned his head away from the show behind him and looked at Stiles. He seemed completely terrified, his eyes set on Greenberg. Like he knew something that no one else did.

"Is everything all right?" he asked him quietly to not get any attention.

Stiles´ eyes travelled from Greenberg to Scott. The terror turned into confusion and then anger.

"I´m fine, I don´t need your help" he replied, shaking Scott´s hand off "It was just…"

"Stillinski" said suddenly Coach "What the hell was that?"

Stiles looked at him and shook his head "Nothing, Coach" he answered "Just a headache, nothing serious"

Scott frowned. Stiles´ heart beat faster for a second; he was lying. But why should he?

"I think McCall should take you to the nurse" said Coach "McCall, you heard that? Take…"

Stiles quickly stuffed all his belongings in his bag and stood up "I… I can go by myself. There´s… there´s no need for Scott to leave class...I… really"

And with those words he ran out of the classroom, everyone staring after him. Scott stayed where he was for a moment, too stunned to move. Then slowly, he walked back to his seat.

He´d find out what was going on with Stiles.

Teen Wolf

Stiles walked as fast as he could without awakening the appearance he was running. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, his heart beating fast. Why had he done that? Coach´s class had been so boring and the outside so appealing…

He had just wanted to take a quick look. Thinking it would only take him a few seconds, Stiles had decided to see how the magic dimension felt like outside of the forest. How humans felt when he concentrated on them.

But it had taken longer than he thought.

For him it had just been seconds, less than a minute. But apparently, for all his class, it had been long enough to get their attention. He had had no idea what had been happening until someone shook his shoulder, tearing him away from the magic dimension.

It had taken him by such a big surprise that a small part of him had reacted without him really noticing. It had grabbed hold of something, trying to keep him safe. But it hadn´t worked; he had taken that thing back to reality with him. Somehow he had created a gap, making magic able to flow out into his world, moing something. It had been Greenberg´s books. He had made them fall, moving them with magic.

Now Stiles was walking in circles through the whole school. He wasn´t going to go to the nurse, there was nothing wrong with him. Well, aside from all his sore musles because of the training but that was completely normal now.

He could just hope that no one would suspect anything. Especially Scott.

Stiles kept walking through the halls, ignoring the bell and all the students coming out of their classes. He had never moved something without touching it, Cedric hadn´t taught him how to bend magic yet, he had just taught him how to feel its different forms and how to use it to feel other things. But using it to move things?

Nope.

Stiles kept going, his head low, trying to calm himself down. But just before he turned around a corner, he heard Scott´s worried voice.

"I don´t know" he was saying "But we have to find him. I think there´s something off about this"

Stiles heard footsteps: all coming in his direction. He turned around and started walking back, looking for someplace he could hide. He didn´t want to encounter the pack.

Something inside of him just... said no. His palms started to sweat and his heart to beat even faster. He wasn´t going to meet them. It just… it just… reminded him of that night. The words Scott had said. He was a burden, he was useless.

He couldn't stand the idea of having to say something to them now that he knew what they thought.

Suddenly he noticed what the feeling in his chest was.

He was scared. He was afraid they´d say the same Scott had said. They would definitely think that. How could Stiles look at them when he knew that he was nothing but a worthless human in their eyes?

He found an open door to his right and got into the classroom, right before the whole pack turned around the corner.

"I´ve got his scent!" announced Liam "He was here, not long ago"

"Scott, are you sure you´re not being a little paranoid?" asked Kira.

"No, I know something´s wrong" replied Scott "I just want to talk to him, nothing more. He won´t be part of the pack again. I just want to make sure he isn´t doing anything stupid"

Their voices came nearer. Stiles closed his eyes and held his breath, hoping they´d just walk past the door.

One moment he thought it was happening. The voices became quieter and the steps seemed to walk away from him. Stiles sighed, relieved, he didn´t have…

"I lost his scent" suddenly said Liam "It was right here and then it just vanished"

"That´s impossible, Liam" replied Malia "It can´t just vanish, let´s just go back and find it again"

Stiles opened his eyes. That was not good. They were going to find him and they would want to know what had happened in Economy class. And they´d probably ask why he was hiding, too.

He had to do something. They were coming nearer, again.

An idea occurred to him.

Stiles closed his eyes and tried to feel the magic around him. And faster than he had expected, he did. The pack was now only meters away from the door. He had to hurry.

He tried to remember how it had felt to move Greenberg´s books. It wasn´t just feeling magic like he had practised the last two days, he had to somehow grab hold of something. He had to do something with the magic around him.

I can do this, he told himself, I just have to concentrate.

And he did.

He focused on one particular point and tried to move the magic towards it, forcing it to flow in that direction. First, it disobeyed, ignoring his commands.

But Stiles didn´t give in.

He was the gate. He had the power to direct the magic. Clenching his fists, he tried again, commanding the magic into one spot and forcing it to leave its dimension.

And in that second, outside of the classroom, above the heads of the pack and right beneath the fire detector formed a tiny fireball, so small and so quick that no one noticed.

But it was enough.

The alarm started pounding.

"What the…?!" shouted Scott above the sound.

"It´s the fire alarm!" replied Lydia, also shouting "Something´s on fire!"

Stiles heard the echoes of thousand steps through the hallways. Paranoid voices filled the hall, the whole school evacuating the building. Stiles knew; outside of this classroom was pure chaos.

"What about Stiles?" asked Scott from the other side of the door "He has to be somewhere around…"

"We can look for him later!" replied Kira "If we don´t go out, we´ll get in a lot of trouble!"

"Come on, Scott!" said Liam "We´ll look for him later!"

Stiles saw Scott´s shadow beneath the door, not moving for a moment. Then, after a few seconds, the werewolf sighed and started to walk away, the pack behind him.

Stiles waited one more minute behind the door. Only when he was sure that there was no one waiting on the other side, he got out and walked as quickly as possible towards the exit.

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