Oops. Sorry guys. Here's another chapter. Hope you enjoy!


"This is such bullshit. Why do I have to be down here? " Jackson grumbled as he looked through the shelves of ingredients that belonged to the witch. He saw some odd things in jars. Questionable things.

"I know right," Isaac drawled out . "I don't have to subject myself to your constant bitching."

" What did you say - "

"Boys, I think we have more important matters here," Deaton said. He didn't bother to look at them. He carefully scanned the things on the large island. There was a lot of mess everywhere.

"Where the hell is McCall?" Jackson complained. "He's supposed to be here looking through this shit." Isaac rolled his eyes as he started looking through the high shelves.

"Oh god she has a jar of eyeballs." Isaac flinched back his hand. He turned to Deaton. "Why does she have a jar of eyeballs?"

"There are some old fashioned spells that require odd ingredients. By the looks of it, they're pretty fresh. " the vet simply answered as he flipped through several pages before nodding and shutting the book. He placed it in a large box he brought down. Isaac quickly set the jar of eyeballs on the table and wiped his hand on his jeans.

"Stealing from a dead person." Jackson scoffed at Deaton.

"For your information, she most likely stole most of these," Deaton said as he held a small book open that had a child's drawing on the inside of the cover.

"Whatever," Jackson said before picking through some things on a table. "What am I supposed to even do?" he asked impatiently.

"Sort through and organize." a voice startled Jackson and Isaac. It was Scott with a few plastic tubs that were labeled.

"How'd you-" Isaac asked incredulously before Jackson cut him off.

"How the hell did we not hear you?" Jackson asked. Scott had a confused look on his face.

"The witch's cloaking spell is still probably standing, and I like to keep it that way," Deaton said. Scott shrugged and sat the tubs down.

"Have you guys found anything yet? Any leads?" Scott asked.

"None so far, Scott. Any luck with Allison?" Deaton asked the boy, looking at him for a moment. Scott shook his head.

"We couldn't find much on witches. Just information on them, but nothing on the spell that was used." Scott wiped his hand down his face. "I mean, if we really need to find more about spells, why not ask a witch?" Isaac looked up at Scott, as well as Jackson, who scoffed.

"You're starting to think like Stilinski now," Jackson said.

"It's better than looking through all this stuff. What happens if we can't find anything here? More spells, but none that will help Stiles out." Scott looked at the two betas before looking at Deaton.

Deaton sighed and set the things he had in his hands down. "Scott, I know you want Stiles back to normal as soon as possible, but we have to be careful in this case. It may not seem like it, but this spell is fragile if you're tampering with it. Gathering as much information as possible right now is the best thing we can do and prepare with caution."

"From the way you're saying it, Stiles is going to be stuck like this for a while, isn't he?" Isaac asked. Deaton nodded.

"It could take months. The faster we are in clearing out her things and possibly finding something, the closer we are in helping Stiles with his current condition , " The vet said. Scott nodded, pausing for a moment when he remembered something. "Did something happen?" Deaton asked.

"What…what happens if Stiles starts to act—"

"More like his current physical age?" Deaton finished his sentence, expression changing from neutral to concerned. Scott nodded. "That means we need to move along faster. The current brain he has is still from his adult body. There is a spell we can cast to block any of the spell the witch casted and protect his brain, but it's only temporary. While Morrell and I were cleaning the remains, her bones were very old, despite how you described her to be a bit younger. She most likely casted a spell on herself to make her appear younger. Her magic is much stronger than ours, so it just might break through our protection spell for Stiles, overtime that is. For now, we need to hurry and clean this place out." Scott and Isaac nodded. Jackson huffed through his nose and turned back to cleaning the table in front of him.

"Hey." Isaac called out to Scott when he came near him. "What happened?" Scott just shook his head.

"Stiles...Derek called me, yeah, he called me. He was freaking out because Stiles wouldn't be quiet and he was talking fast and changing subject. A lot like how he was when he was a kid and before he was diagnosed with ADHD." Scott fiddled with a jar of unexplainable body parts. "He told me not to mention it to anyone, hoping that the medicine would help, but I get this feeling that this isn't going to be the last time its going to happen." Isaac soaked in what Scott shared.

"Did...did Derek tell you what happened before?" Scott shook his head to the question. "Well, maybe he had done something to trigger it?" Isaac suggested. "Like triggering an episode."

"I hadn't thought of that," Scott said. "I'll ask when we get back. W e can keep a look out on what we say or do with Stiles."

"If that's the case, then all of you have to be extra careful to not trigger anything in Stiles. The more I'll happen, the possibility of the episode lasting longer and longer each time," Deaton said while he brought a stack of book and set them in a tub. Jackson snorted out, to which Isaac rolled his eyes at.

"So I could keep treating him like I always have before and make him do my homework and he won't turn into a little brat?" Jackson said.

"Not entirely in the way you worded it, but treating him like an adult, yes. Have him do more research, more investigations, keep going on with things as normal as possible. We can talk more later, I would like to clear out as much as possible today," Deaton said.


Derek stiffly stood by the stove as he watched Stiles eat his breakfast. After he had drank the pill, nothing seemed to have changed. It could be because Stiles was focusing on eating his breakfast while he swung his feet back and forth.

He needed to be extra careful around Stiles to avoid what had happened. It was only the first day in the whole twenty four hour keep Stiles safe and this already happened.

"Derek?" Stiles' small voice snapped him from his stupor. He looked at Stiles, who held up his small empty cup. "Can I get some more juice?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah, sure." Derek went to the fridge and grabbed the orange juice. He uncapped it as he came to Stiles and refilled it for him.

"Thanks. You were spacing out a while ago so I had to dry swallow the last bit of my toast," Stiles said as he chugged his juice.

He seemed to be getting back to normal.

"So when are we going? The store is like in the next town over. I remember going there, don't judge me, to get some presents for relatives."

Derek raised his eyebrow, smirking at Stiles. "Really?"

"Dude, yes! I won't be judged if I played with the toys. I am taking this opportunity and you promised." Derek rolled his eyes at Stiles.

"Fine. We're taking the Toyota then. It's safer. There's a car seat in there too."

"Whoa, whoa, wait, you have another car?" Stiles asked. "When did you buy another car?"

"It was in the impound. It's not mine, it was my brothers." Derek answered flatly. He hoped Stiles didn't ask any more questions.

"But I'm old enough! I don't need a freakin' child car seat." Stiles dramatically swung his feet in anger. "You're not putting me in one ." Stiles glared at Derek.


Derek strapped him down in the car seat later, grinning the entire time because Stiles couldn't do anything at all about it. All he could do was shout and squirm around.

"I should warn you, it's werewolf kid proof so you can't even press the unlock button at all." Stiles dropped his jaw.

"What?! How in the hell did you get something like this?!" Stiles pawed at the button hoping it would unlock, but no such luck.

"My brother was always careful with us and the kids, so he spent some time fiddling with things." Derek shrugged. "I never knew how he could do it, but he did." Derek made sure the seat was fastened down.

"I don't get to sit in the front?" Stiles whined. Derek looked at him like he was insane.

"No. Now do you want to go to the store or not, I'm happy enough to not go."

"Fine, fine, I'm cool with the back seat, jeez." Derek rolled his eyes as he shut the door. Stiles watched Derek go around in the back, checking the tires and what not.

He opened the door, muttering something about needing to check under the hood before they left. Derek turned the car on, checking the lights that appeared. Stiles watched Derek fiddle around under the hood for a good ten minutes before he finally shut the hood with a slam and finally sat in the car.

"We need an oil change but that shouldn't take long. Everything else looks fine." Derek turned the key, bringing the car to life.

"What am I supposed to do the entire time?" Stiles whined again. Derek sighed, digging into his jacket. He turned and handed what seemed to be Stiles' phone.

"Here, now you have a distraction," Derek said.

"Dude, yes." Stiles grabbed his phone. He totally forgot about it.

Derek shifted the car to drive and finally made his way down the yard, though he didn't even make It to the gravel road before Stiles spoke up again.

"Derek. "

"What is it now, Stiles."

"I need to pee."