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They had already taken care of the oil change, one of the workers knew him from high school and it was just a bit awkward with Stiles in the car, but the guy never said anything. They made small talk while Stiles was busy tapping away playing Diamond Diggers in the back seat.

They were on the road for about twenty minutes now and Derek heard Stiles' heart beat slow and steady. Derek glanced in the rear view mirror and smirked. Stiles was already passed out in the seat, phone on his lap that's close to falling on the floor. If he could focus more, he would hear Stiles' soft snores.

It wouldn't take that long to get to the next town over. It was a lot bigger than beacon hills, but not big enough to be a city, although it was close to getting there. If Derek sped the car, he would probably make it there in another twenty minutes.

Derek glanced in the rear view mirror. He couldn't do that. It was too dangerous to do that with Stiles in the car and he doesn't want to risk getting him injured.

Derek drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. He wanted to at least flip the radio on, or the CD that was still in the player, but that would wake Stiles up, and he really doesn't want to entertain Stiles for the next hour or so. Or listen to him chatter.

If he didn't have anything else for his mind to focus or get distracted of, his brain would automatically pick up the familiar scent that still lingered in the car. It was faint, after the few consecutive days that he just sat in the van after repossessing it, taking in the scent that made him mourn for his family, his older brother. He aired the scent out. He had to. It was too painful to smell it.

He hoped that in the future, him and the others would plan a trip and take the van. It was big enough for everyone to fit in, and personal space was not an issue anymore. Except Jackson, he would probably take his Porsche.

Derek huffed through his nose. Jackson was starting to act like a little bitch. Bitchier than usual, actually. He knew him and Stiles didn't get along so well, but his attitude towards Stiles and his current state was cold.

Jackson wouldn't be scared of children, would he? That boy has too many problems that he refused to open about so everyone can help him and form a stronger bond.

Derek could force Jackson into trying to connect with the others, but he didn't want to do that unless he had no other choice.

Derek sighed, then there was Erica, who he has no clue as to what was going on with her.

And then Scott and Allison, who were the least of his troubles. He understands that they both love each other, but those two are attached to each other too often, and he knows the many times they sneak off with each other they had been having sex. During the worst times. He could check it off as a way to keep sane and they still were young, hormones and all of that.

Derek paused his train of thought and then groaned out lout. He was turning into his dad. He is just a few years older and he said a sentence with "still young" and "hormones" together.

He glanced at himself in the side view mirror, turning into the other lane and catching a glimpse of himself as well.

Derek contemplated on shaving his beard so he won't feel so old.

What was he thinking, he loved his beard.

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"Stiles wake up, we're here," Derek said, nudging the boy gently. The boy's eyes slowly opened, his fists balling up and rubbed his eyes with it.

"What?" he slurred a bit. He looked around. "How'd we get here so quick—did you speed?"

Derek glared at him. "No, I'm not an idiot. You fell asleep and time passed. C'mon, we're in the parking lot." Derek ducked inside to unbuckle Stiles from the seat.

"Derek, I'm hungry," Stiles complained as he hooked his arms around Derek's neck. He rested his head in the crook of the man's neck. Derek fought back a smile.

"We'll get something to eat later, okay?" Derek said. "For now, you have two things to choose from in the store, unless you want to skip the toys and grab food."

"No, no, no we're here." Stiles perked his head up. "Anything?"

"That isn't big," Derek said sternly. "Or that has a lot of parts to." Stiles pouted at that.

"I wanted the Star Wars Lego set."

"Too bad," Derek said as he closed the door and locked it. He shoved the keys in the car.

"Are you sure? I mean I could throw them at Uncle Creep's feet for him to step on." Derek let out a chuckle.

"What I would give to see the pain on his face if he stepped on a Lego."

"So can I get a set?"

"No. I don't want to be stepping on them either."

"Damn." Stiles pouted further.

"Stiles, don't cuss," Derek warned him.

"I know, I know." Stiles rolled his eyes.

They stepped into the store, a blast of cold air rushing past them.

"Do you have anything in mind of what you want?" Derek asked Stiles. The boy pondered for a moment.

"Something that lights up. And that I can make?"

"You're not getting Legos."

"Please? I promise to keep in clean and I won't lose a piece, besides if I did, your wolfy feet can just smoosh them." Stiles started to swing his feet. "Please, please, please, please, please?"

"Fine, fine, okay," Derek said. He then heard someone chuckle nearby. He glanced, seeing a lady with her kid.

"Don't spoil him too much now, he'll have you wrapped around his finger," She said and walked off. Derek's cheeks flushed as he walked off in an unknown direction, trying to find where the Legos are.

He had to ask a worker where to find it. The store was too big and there were so many freaking toys. When the guy gave him directions, Derek was relieved. He hoped to avoid people as much as possible, especially mom. Most definitely the moms.

He was about half way there until Stiles shrieked for him to stop.

"Wait, wait!" Stiles flailed his hands towards the side. "Ooooh, dude I want that! Get me that!" Derek turned his head.

It lights up. And he could build something from it. Laser Pegs 16 Models in 1 – Predator.

It was better than the Legos. Derek grabbed a box from the shelf.

"One more."

"Oh, I have it." Stiles plucked a toy from under his shirt. Derek…Derek had failed to notice when Stiles had grabbed it.

"When did you get that?" Derek was confused.

"When that soccer mom was talking to you. It was behind us and I took it," Stiles said, smiling. Derek took a look at it and huffed. It was a black wolf, with blue eyes.

"Really?"

"Yes and his name is Sour." Stiles grinned. Derek raised an eyebrow.

"Sour?"

"Sour the wolf. Sour wolf."

"WHY IN THE HELL DID YOU HAVE TO OPEN IT?!" Isaac shouted.

"I DIDN'T FUCKING KNOW IT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN. HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THERE WAS A WIND STORM IN THAT FUCKING JAR?!" Jackson yelled.

The two were currently in the basement level, agreeing that Deaton had the first floor, Scott had the second and both of them had the basement, since it was the largest. They were trying to organize things, until Isaac heard Jackson scoff about something, the first jar he picked up and opened.

"IT SAID BEWARE. LIKE NEARLY ALL THE OTHER JARS IN THIS ROOM." Isaac waved at the jars, that clearly said beware on them. All of them.

"WELL EXCUSE ME. I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS FUCKING POSSIBLE TO JAR A WIND STORM."

"WHAT DID YOU GUYS DO?!" Scott's voice boomed out. Isaac pointed at Jackson.

"IT WAS HIS FAULT, HE OPENED THE—" the wind suddenly stopped. "—jar of wind." Isaac panted out. "Oh god, I thought I was done for."

"What happened here?" Deaton asked, coming down the stairs. Scott moved, letting Deaton pass.

"Apparently Jackson opened a jar of wind?" Scott's said, not believing what he said.

Deaton nodded, scanning the room. It was a complete mess.

Jackson didn't say anything. He looked around the room, at the mess he accidentally made, down at the jar across from him, and then down to the floor in front of him.

"I didn't fucking know—" Jackson started. Deaton cut him off.

"It wasn't your fault, Jackson. I had a feeling since most of the items she had did not belong to her, these would be here," Deaton said.

"What are these though?" Scott asked.

"These—" Deaton bent down to pick the open jar off the ground. "—are trapping jars. Very simple things sold amongst magic users. Normal jars from the look, but you can manipulate them with elemental magic to absorb various things. They were banned when stronger magic users could trap larger things. Tsunami's, tornados, or even lightning, or rather a bolt of it. If you try hard enough, you can absorb someone's life force in these as well."

"They don't have any labels on these. Just 'beware'," Scott said as he looked at the box of jars.

"You can tell what is in them by exerting just a bit of magic in the palm of your hand. If it's fire, you'll feel a burn. Water, your hands will feel wet. Wind, you'll feel air, and Lightning, a shock. I can sort through these and categorize them correctly. It would take me more time to figure out what exactly are in them," he said.

"—Uh, guys. I think I found something," Isaac said. They all looked over to where Isaac stood at. He was looking down, tilting his head as he bent down and lifted what seemed to be a trap door that was uncovered by the wind. He whistled at the darkness.

Scott and Deaton's eyebrows furrowed together as they walk towards Isaac. Jackson scrambled up and followed after them.

"What's down there?" Isaac asked.

"That's a good question. Who wants to find out," Deaton said.

"I, do not like the darkness. Or cramped places," Isaac said. "I vote Jackson."

"I am not going down there—"

"I'll go," Scott said. "Seriously, if Stiles were here he would've jumped down there by now." He mumbled. He pulled his phone out, opening up the flashlight app. It looked like a long way down, though at least there was a ladder. "Well, here goes nothing," Scott said. He put his phone between his mouth and started to crawl down the hole. He set his foot on the furthest step and leveled himself down, holding onto the bars.

Scott jumped when he made it to the last step. He was glad it wasn't too far down. He could still jump and pull himself up.

His phone rang and Scott wonders how he still had a signal. It was the sheriff. Crap. If he doesn't pick up then he knows something is up. Scott bit his lip, flailing a bit before answering.

"Hey, Sheriff. How are you today?" Scott asked as he set the call to speaker and then pulled the light back up on his phone so he could see in front of him.

"Oh, just fine. Was planning to have a nice dinner with my son last night—" Scott winced at that. "Then Melissa came over, expecting you. Said you and her were invited."

"Uh—did you guys have a nice time…?" Stiles would've asked that question for sure. He heard the sheriff sigh.

Scott looked around the place, unknown puddles of water here and there. There were a few tables and crates and even cages in the back. Scott walked along, taking a quick look on the tables. He listened along to what the man was saying.

"What's going on, Scott? Stiles and I were doing fine. I thought we were doing great. I haven't seen my son in a few days. I know he isn't mad at me, for sure. Is something going on that he's not telling me? You guys know I'll help you with anything."

"Everything is fine, sheriff. Nothing is going on. I guess we were a little caught up in some supernatural stuff. Stiles is our main researcher so he's been looking a lot of things up and sleeping." He walked towards the back.

"He could pick up his own phone. Just, tell him to hurry and come home," the man said.

"I will—oh my god." Scott closed his mouth. There was a body in the cage, orange eyes glowing at him.

"Scott? What's wrong?" the man's voice was a bit alarmed.

"I-I'll call you back later sir," Scott said as he hung up on the man. He carefully made his way towards the cage. "Hey, are you okay…?" Scott yanked on the chains and tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. Scott growled, tugging the door with all his strength until it gave out and flung back.

"Please….Please help. I need help…" the person, a man, said. "Get me out." He said, shivering.

"Hey, everything is alright. You're okay now," Scott said as he knelt beside the guy. "Can you tell me your name?"

"It's too cold."

"Don't worry, you'll get help. C'mon." Scott lifted the man up carefully. "Can you tell me how you got here?"

"Took…she took me. Stalked me. Said I wasn't human. She wasn't human."

"Do you know who you are?" Scott asked again, hoping the man didn't have amnesia. The man finally looked at Scott. Scott looked down at the orange flickering eyes that stared at him.

"You aren't human either," he said. Scott's heart fluttered. He must've shifted.

"I'm Scott McCall. A werewolf." Scott said as he made his way towards the ladder.

"I'm Jordan Parrish. She said I was a phoenix," he said.

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