Disclaimer: I do not own the MTV show Teen Wolf. This is a fan-made story and nothing more. Please, for the love of god, don't sue me.

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"I missed you." Stiles sniffled hugging his cousin fiercely as they stood in the middle of Derek's living room.

"I missed you too." Élan sniffled along with his cousin rocking the two of them back and forth as they hugged.

"The two of you have exactly one second to knock it off before I break out the ice water." Derek grunted looking at the two of them in pure disgust.

Miraculously, Stiles sniffling cleared up as he quickly let go of his cousin, he knew good and well Derek was not lying.

"Come on let's sit down, Derek doesn't like it when people are happy." Stiles gave his Alpha a glare before he sat down on the couch next to his cousin.

"How did you know that my powers came back?" Stiles asked his cousin wondering how he knew to come to Beacon Hills now.

Élan smiled at him. "Since you kept talking about a mark on your wrist I remembered your triskele. I just thought it was common sense that your powers were coming back to you."

"So you knew about his powers too?" Isaac asked sitting sideways in a chair and looking over at the two of them.

Élan met Isaac's eyes for a brief moment before he shyly turned away from him. Since he was so distracted he wasn't prepared for Stiles jumping up and slapping him on the head.

"Ow! What was that for?!" Élan whined rubbing his sore head.

"Oh I don't know, for lying to me for all these years!" Stiles said accusingly. "Why did you keep this from me?"

"It wasn't my choice, it was all your dads doing." Élan protested, "If I had told you anything my dad would have killed me, put my corpse in a cheese grater, and served me on a salad."

"Uncle Dover? How is that crazy bastard doing?" Stiles asked excitedly it had been a while since he's heard about him from his cousin.

"He has the attention span of a goldfish." Derek mumbled with a shake of his head.

Isaac just smiled at the two family members.

"He's doing okay." Élan said with a shrug. There wasn't really much to say about his father, even if he was hurt in some way he'd never show it. The last thing his father wants is for people to worry about him.

"Does he have magic powers too?" Stiles asked curiously.

Élan nodded. "Sure he does, your father was only one of the few in our family to not be born a mage."

"Aw, poor dad." Stiles said with his eyes lowered. He hoped his father wasn't treated differently because he couldn't do the things the rest of their family could.

Élan, seeing how saddened his cousin had become, made an attempt to cheer Stiles up.

"You want to see my magic?" Élan asked his cousin gently.

Stiles nodded being semi-curious as to what the other mage could do. Derek and Isaac also watched in rapt attention, unbeknownst to the two of them.

By swiping a hand over his own face, green transparent leaves emitted from Élan's body slowly surrounding themselves around him. Once the leaves disappeared, Élan's body was free from all the scraps and scratches he had sustained earlier that day.

"You must be mainly a healer." Stiles guessed looking quite impressed and more than a little proud of his cousin.

He knew that people always underestimated his cousin because he was always quiet and meek, but Stiles knew better. He's always known that Élan had something within him that would make him great, it just wasn't obvious to the untrained eye.

"Yep, healing spells are what I'm good at." Élan said with a slight blush on his face at the attention he was suddenly getting.

Isaac nodded looking just as impressed as Stiles was. "Not bad, but our healing is probably better."

Élan turned to him curiously.

"We're werewolves." Isaac said with a casual shrug. "We can heal wounds in a snap."

"Not all wounds." Derek reminded his packmate sternly.

Élan gasped looking from Isaac, to Derek, and to Stiles. "You're a wolf pack. Um, does that mean I'm trespassing? I've never met werewolves before."

"Calm down." Stiles waved off his worry. "Derek might look tough but he's nothing but a teddy bear."

Derek growled at the human warningly.

Stiles just simply grinned at him, as he got up and stood in front of him.

He knew that what he was about to do was slightly suicidal but he felt like showing off in front of his cousin.

"You see this," Stiles went up and rubbed Derek's eyebrows, "and this," he tapped Derek's cheeks, "and this?" he put his index fingers on the sides of the werewolf's mouth.

"They are all ploys to throw you off and make you suspect that you are dealing with a dangerous creature but in actuality you are seeing a very-"

Stiles yelped as Derek lifted him up above his head.

"In hindsight fucking with a werewolf seems like a bad idea." Stiles said dryly.

Derek smirked before slowly walking the both of them outside.

"No Derek, no!" Stiles screeched in protest flailing his arms all the while looking around frantically.

"You need to learn some respect." Derek growled at him once they were outside.

"Give me something to respect and I'll act in kind." Stiles responded smartly just because he could. He yelped once again as Derek drew him into his arms.

Élan walked to the front door and watched the two of them run around and torment each other.

The mage looked over to Isaac who was watching all of this unfolded fondly.

"Uh, should we try and stop them?" Élan asked worrying for the safety of his cousin.

"Nah," Isaac denied with a slight smirk on his face, "let the newlyweds have their moment."

It was a shining example of how much Stiles could easily distract Derek that the werewolf didn't hear what Isaac said about them. He was a too busy trying to get Stiles off his back.

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The second John saw his nephew walking with his son up to the house, he immediately pulled his son in the door and slammed it in Élan's face.

"Hey!" Élan protested knocking on the door. "Uncle John, don't be like that!"

"I told Dover I need at least thirty days to prepare if you were coming to visit, no matter for how long." John said with a shake of his head though it was clear by the smirk on his face that he was joking.

"Dad, don't be mean." Stiles said putting on his surefire puppy dog pout.

"Fine." John said with a roll of his eyes and opened the door for his nephew. He ruffled his Élan's hair and enveloped him in a hug.

"Uncle Dov teleported him here." Stiles said excitedly.

"I'm here to help Stiles bask in the wonderfully magical thing that is magic." Élan proclaimed with open arms. "You know, help him figure out his mage name and things like that."

John thought as much. Stiles isn't as slick as he thinks he is. He was well aware of how close Élan and him and that they have been calling and emailing each other pretty much every week. He wasn't as out of the loop as his son thought.

"Speaking of mage names, Élan what's yours?" Stiles asked randomly as the thought came to him.

Élan suddenly got silent, he looked away from his cousin nervously.

"You're going to make fun of me." Élan whined.

Stiles raised an eyebrow at him. "I always make fun of you. Now, confess little cousin!"

"You're only a couple months older than me." Élan mumbled before clearing his throat. "I'm an AuRaEa."

"Which is?" Stiles said making an encouraging gesture with his hand.

Élan sighed heavily. "Autumn, Rabbit, Earth."

John snorted while Stiles gaped at him for a second. Stiles exploded into laughter once his brain finally caught up with Élan's words.

"Bunny, bunny, bunny." Stiles sang while still laughing.

"Shut up!" Élan pouted folding his arms in front of his chest.

John shook his head, he knew his son was never going to let Élan live this down. For some odd reason his brother decided to name Élan after the pet rabbit both of them had when they were kids, Smokey.

"I'm a rabbit not a bunny." Élan protested over Stiles very loud singing.

"You're a bunny." Stiles told him with a smirk.

"Rabbit."

"Bunny."

"Rabbit!"

"Bunny!"

"Rabbit!"

"Rabbit!"

"Bunny!"

"Rabbit!"

"Enough, I am a bunny and you're going to have to deal with it" Élan proclaimed leaning his head upwards in finality. His stern look dropped after a couple of seconds as he realized what he said. "Wait a minute."

Stiles grinned in triumph. "Looney Tunes gets him every time"

John decided that now was the time that he interrupted things. They can and will argue all night if he lets them.

"How is my cone headed older brother doing these days?" John asked wishing that he had stayed in touch with his brother as much as his son did with his cousin. It wasn't anything intentional, it's just that life and work got in the way of them talking more than once a month.

"He's doing well," Élan said turning away and giving his uncle an easy smile. "Being the council head is tough but he's pulling through."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Stiles held his hands up in shock, "what council?"

For the first time in a long while Stiles saw his cousin smile in pride. "My dad is the council head for our family. He's in charge of making sure all of us are safe and secure. He handles any discussions or negotiations with other supernatural beings."

Stiles whistled looking quite impressed. "Looks like Uncle Dov is the big man on campus. Here I thought he was a loser."

Élan gaped at his cousin in outrage. Stiles just winked at him.

As his cousin went on talking about his father to the Sheriff, Stiles found himself once again drawn into his own thoughts.

(Flashback)

"It's too high!" Stiles giggled.

"Too high!" Élan echoed just as joyously as his cousin.

"You say it's not high enough?" A joyous voice asked teasingly.

"No, too high! Too high!" Stiles shouted getting louder and louder with each word.

"You're a crazy wolf cub aren't you?"

"Bab!"

(End Flashback)

Stiles snapped out of his thoughts just as Élan and John finished their conversation.

"Do you make any potions yet?" Élan asked Stiles curiously.

The young mage shook his head. "No, Dr. Robocop and I haven't gotten that far with my training yet."

Élan stared at his cousin for a good minute. "Dr-"

"Don't ask." John said with a shake of his head.

"Oh well, you should start early. Those potions could really help you give those Mage Hunters the slip." Élan said encouragingly.

Everything in the room seemed to freeze at this reveal.

"Oh my god." John rubbed his eyelids with his fingers.

"The what hunters?" Stiles asked as if Élan didn't say it clear enough.

"The Mage Hunters?" Élan said again slowly not knowing what the problem was. "You know, the people that hunt mages and wear beaked hoodies with straps."

There are Mage Hunters? Stiles always thought that hunters that go after the supernatural were usually looking for werewolves or vampires, beings with a feral uncontrollable side to them. I guess movies and shows have been lying to him all these years.

"Dad!" Stiles turned to his farther in righteous anger. He was confused as to why he had to hear this from his cousin and not his father.

"I swear that I totally forgot all about them." John said sounding genuinely upset at himself for doing so. "It's been so long since I had to worry about any that I just forgot about them."

"You shouldn't worry too much about them Stiles." Élan said with a shrug. "There aren't that many that travel in groups in this day and age. It's probably not likely you'll meet one but you still have to be prepared for them."

Stiles sighed and ran a hand over his face.

As if he didn't have enough trouble looking out for werewolf hunters now he had to look out for Mage Hunters?

Such is the life of Stiles Stilinski.

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The rest of the day was spent preparing several types of potions for both Stiles and Élan. Stiles had to admit it was kind of fun to use his magic this way. Even though they didn't use a cauldron or something like that this was the first time Stiles actually felt like a mage.

Before any of them knew it night had arrived. Élan was more than happy to rest in the sleeping bag Stiles gave him, he could have slept anywhere with how tired he was.

For some reason Stiles found himself unable to sleep, everything he learned today was just pilling up in his mind little by little.

Stiles sighed and fluffed his pillows some more. He needed something to get his mind off of all this, there was no way he could go to sleep right now.

Getting a crazy and semi-suicidal idea, Stiles carefully got out of his covers and out of bed. Being careful not to disturb his cousin who was sound asleep in his sleeping bag on the floor, he opened his window and climbed out of it.

"This is either the craziest idea I've ever had or the dumbest idea I've ever had." Stiles chuckled to himself his feet wobbling on the roof tiles.

For some reason Stiles felt the need to look down at the ground which might has well have been one hundred feet away seeing how much it frightened him.

Stiles did have to remind himself that he didn't have to be all that concerned being on the roof. He has magic that he's getting better and better at using every day.

Unfortunately, his limbs didn't get the memo as they had been shaking to the point that they caused him to slip and almost going rolling off the roof.

The almost came into account when a mysterious hand came out and grabbed him by the waist effectively stopping Stiles from falling.

Looking up at his savior, Stiles would like to say that he's surprised but at this point in his life he kind of expects it by now.

"Well if it isn't my knight in furry armor." Stiles said dryly.

Derek scoffed down at him. "Do you not have a brain or does it just not work properly?"

"It works but there are no lights on in it. I forgot to pay the bill." Stiles said with a casual shrug.

"What are you doing anyway?" Derek demanded.

Stiles blinked up at him. "I was just trying to find a place to clear my head and get my thoughts together."

"And you thought the roof of your house was a good place to do that?" Derek questioned exasperatedly while moving them both up so they were lying on their backs at the center of the roof.

Stiles shrugged leaning on Derek's side for dear life since he really didn't want to fall again.

"It works in the movies." Stiles stated with an easy smile on his face.

The mage was far past the point of caring why Derek was at his house at one o'clock in the morning. It was one of the weird things that he's gotten used to.

For a moment the two of them became silent with Stiles staring up at the sky and Derek mostly likely not knowing what to say.

"Élan told me that there are people called Mage Hunters out there." Stiles said right out of the blue.

"…What?" Derek grinded out with the slightest bit of a growl in his voice.

"They're people that hunt mages." Stiles gulped starting to regret staying this close to Derek as he could feel his body shaking in anger.

"I know right?" Stiles said with a nervous chuckle. "What's up with these asshole that hunt others just for being different? I know unemployment is at an all-time low here in the states but you would think that these people would find something better to do."

Derek looked down at Stiles and eyed him up and down. "You're shaking."

Stiles gave the Alpha wolf a weak smile as he rubbed his hands up and down his arms. "I'm just a little cold."

The werewolf rolled his eyes, took off his leather jacket, and put it on Stiles' shoulders.

"Wow, who would have that thought that leather could be so comfortable." Stiles said snuggling into the jacket. "Thanks D!"

The only response he got was a grunt.

"There's no guarantee that they'll show up," Stiles reassured Derek, "but I want to be prepared if they do decide to come after me."

Derek looked at him with that blank stare that he'd been giving him ever since Stiles joined his pack. There was something unnerving yet exciting about the way Derek looks at him, it was as if he was communicating with his eyes.

"I'm not just talking about magic either." Stiles added with a stern look on his face. "I want to learn how to fight without my powers too."

Derek raised an eyebrow at him.

Stiles blushed and averted his eyes sheepishly. "I don't want my powers to make me who I am, as goofy and cheesy as that sounds. Shit happens, what if my powers got stolen or something like that? I'd be royally screwed."

"Not to mention that physical training would also enable you to handle your other type of enemy." Derek said pointedly looking at the bruise on Stiles' wrist.

Stiles shut his eyes tightly and hide his arm away Derek.

"It's crazy to hear myself talking about training and fighting." Stiles chuckled lowly. "I think it's pretty obvious to everyone that I'm a talker not a fighter."

The mage couldn't help but grin as Derek snorted at his words.

"I always thought that the mature thing to do in hostile situations was to talk it out." Stiles confessed. "It seems to be the mature thing to do anyway."

"Your right, that is the mature thing to do," Derek told him, "but some people aren't mature enough to think that way. Sometimes you have to lower yourself down to their level of maturity in order to make them understand that you aren't something to be messed with."

Stiles smirked at the Alpha wolf. "It sounds like you're talking from experience."

"The werewolf world isn't that different from high school believe or not." Derek said gruffly.

Stiles had to hold himself back from bursting into laughter. The two of them were probably making too much noise as it is. The last thing he wanted to do is have his father come outside and see him practically spooning with Derek Hale.

For a second their eyes met. Stiles stared up at Derek and Derek stared down at Stiles. Whatever tension in their conversation left them as they seemed to find comfort in one another's presence.

Both of them then turned to their heads upwards and stared up into the starry night sky.

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I can't tell you how much it was killing me to finally bring up the Mage Hunters. For the last couple chapters I had wanted to bring them up but I had to stop myself to wait for the appropriate time. Granted there are other things in the story that I am dying to reveal to you all but that would spoil everything.

I hope you guys don't mind that I'm putting a lot of emphasis on Stiles fighting without his powers. It's just that I love Stiles and I don't want his powers to be the only thing about him people pay attention to (if that makes any sense).

I hope you liked it and review for me. I can't know if I'm doing well and if this story is worth continuing if no one gives me their opinion. I don't take criticism or suggestions as flames so feel free to write me whatever you like.

Next chapter should be one you all enjoy. Gank is going to come back into the story and with Stiles' new fight back attitude it's going to be nothing short of refreshing what happens.