Notes:

This is going to be an extra-long special chapter! What could be three chapters is going to be rolled into this one chapter. This is an idea I had a very long time ago. So I wrote it down so that I could maybe explore it sometime in the future. And that sometime in the future is now so yay. I think you're going to really like this chapter and it's really going to expand into Stiles' future abilities that he has many more of that we have yet to discover. Or that you have yet to discover, I know of a few already ;)

I will say the F word was thrown around quite a lot in this chapter but it has its purposes.

Edit (12 pages and counting, I might have to split this into two chapters, holy crap I'm writing a lot.)

Enjoy you, fine beautiful people!

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Stiles' POV:

I'm just sitting at home, in a few days, Klaus is going to do the ritual he told me he wanted me there to help him or something I said okay. Peter's out of town right now he needed to go do something, he said he'd be back in a week. So as the executive decision-maker at the moment, I decided why not, what could go wrong? Of course, a lot could go wrong but, what am I going to say, no? To Klaus, huh yeah right.

Anyway, I think I'm strong enough at the moment. But of course, I worry a little bit. I mean it's impossible not to, considering how I am and how fast my mind works. It's not too much of a problem I mean I'm pretty confident in my own abilities and Klaus said he only wanted me to watch so hopefully my only part will be needing to watch and not some other bullshit.

I don't know why this happened but let me tell you it freaked me out so much that I think I knocked myself out for like 10 minutes by accident. And by knocking myself out by accident, I mean I fell and I hit my head and when I woke up I realized I knocked myself out. Now, what would cause this to happen? Well, I was worrying because I made a decision without Peter even though he told me not to do that. But he's out of town so I started thinking about Peter and maybe this somehow triggered it.

Honestly, since my powers at the moment are listed under the category unknown "anything" could happen. And apparently that "anything" is shape-shifting. Because I walked into the bathroom earlier and had a heart attack because in that mirror was not Stiles looking at Stiles it was Peter Hale looking at Peter Hale except I'm not Peter Hale, what the actual fuck. Once I woke up from being knocked out after I hit my head against the cabinet in Fright.

I stood back up look in the mirror again and I was still fucking Peter Hale. like I was actually Peter Hale I touched my hand and it was Peters you know I touched my face and I had his fucking goatee. My eyes were blue. I was shorter than normal. I was buffer than normal. What the fuck, like really, what happened to me?

After a few, you know how hours or so, I realized I might have been stuck like this. Because it did not go away, I thought maybe I should calm myself down because obviously freaking out is not making it go away. I walked around, I tried to you know meditate but you know how far I got with that. I searched up information about shape-shifting and I got literally nothing. Eventually, I just sat down on the couch and stared at the wall thinking how the fuck am I going to fix this.

I didn't even know I could shape-shift in the first place. I mean did the Nogitsune shape-shift ... I guess he kind of did. He sorta took the shape of me after he left me for dead but I didn't think that meant I could turn into other people. The possibilities of this power are amazing but it's not something I want to be stuck as is at the moment. As great as Peter is, I don't want to be his freaking twin by the time he gets back home. Also, I like being Stiles thank you very much.

I grabbed my head in frustration and then my phone rang. Fuck why now? Any other times fine call me all you like but, right now, at this moment, goddammit. I look at the caller ID and it's my boss. She's never met Peter before she doesn't know who he is. I could play it off, she's probably the one person I could play Peter off too and she wouldn't know.

I mean I can be a good Peter. I've been with him for a very long time, I know how he acts, thinks, talks. Hmm. I mean I could just tell her Stiles is out of town. And if it's an emergency I think I could play Peter pretty well and hopefully, this will just all go away as time goes on. Because Peter comes back in four days and this needs to be gone in four days. So that when I explain it to Peter he's not getting it explained to him by his long-lost twin that he's never had.

Okay, I could do this. I can do this, I can do this, I can do this, I can do this, I can, I can, I have too.

"Hello."

"Excuse me, is this Stiles's phone? It's his boss I need to talk to him."

"Yeah sorry, Stiles is sick at the moment and can't come to the phone at the moment. This is his roommate, Peter. Is it an emergency?" I responded as I am kinda curious about what it is, considering that I didn't have work this week since she said we were closed for some reason.

"Oh no I needed him to come into work for a moment, hmm, what to do." Oh, now I felt bad.

Then I made a stupid decision. Damn my guilty heart.

"I could help if you need."

I'm so stupid I am so stupid, I am so stupid, I am so stupid. But it's too late I already freaking said it so if she says no, I am lucky. If she says yes, I am unlucky. And of course, I am unlucky. When am I ever not?

And she said,

"Oh could you really dear, thank you so much I'm so tight on the schedule I'll pay you for today's work if you don't mind." I do this to myself, I am the worst decision-maker possible, Peter's right, what am I doing with my life?

"Sure, when do you need me?" I ask jumping into the grave I already dug myself.

"Oh, if you could get here as soon as possible it would be great. The shop is off the corner of Browns street and Washington street, do you know where that is?"

"Yes I know, I'll be there." I then hang up the phone and throw it on the couch, I then sit down on said couch and facepalm.

I can't meet anyone I know. I will blow the cover so quickly. I thought I could act like Peter but I'm internally freaking out a little too much that it's not going to work. So the plan that is going to work is to go to the job and then come back home. Interact with nobody.

Okay, I can do this. I'm good at making plans, this is something I'm good at, I could do this, yes! I slapped the sides of my face and got up off the couch, I took the keys to Peter's car, technically my car, he left it here so I could use it as transportation though I was giving very heavy instructions on how to not damage his car, so of course, I follow those rules.

I got this, it is all fine, fine, okay, it is fine!

I drive down to the shop. In my car it's perfect I don't have to interact with anybody. And only a few select people know that this car is Peter's car. But it's of no consequence because nobody pays attention. It's a nice car but it's a car that could also go unnoticed in everyday life. The perfect car, I love this car almost as much as Peter probably does. I pull up to the spot that's usually empty when I work. I get out of the car and walk right up to the store opening the door since I already know that this is the store cause I work here. Elenor is sitting up in the front, Jacob is nowhere to be seen, I wonder what's he's doing that he can't be here right now. Though the moment I walk in her eyes zero in on me. She squints like somethings wrong.

Oh god, I forgot she knew I was a werewolf, or at least supernatural when I came to work here, can she tell I'm shapeshifting, or maybe that Peter's not human. Of course the latter would be the best-case scenario.

"Hey, I'm Peter, Stiles' roommate, you called, remember?" I say trying to incorporate Peter.

He's like 50% sass and 30% bossy and 20% an asshole. All of these are things that I like about him, I mean my personality is about the same, it's why we get on together so well.

"Yes... you're right, welcome and thank you for helping out even when you don't have to be your very nice individual. All I need you to do is work behind the counter and if anyone comes in to help them around the store if you need any questions just come in the back and ask me, otherwise just watch the shop, while I do some work in the back. That is all I need. My assistant that was supposed to be here, Jacob, was called off to do something at home so it's why I wanted Stiles to work, sorry for the inconvenience it was last minute and I should have had some other back-up plan but it all happened so fast. So I really thank you for doing this for me." She said with the critical look still in her eye.

"Of course no problem. If Stiles was feeling better I'm sure he would've been happy to help." I said as I walked closer to the desk I came up to the half door that separates the desk from the rest of the store, I opened it and I am about to walk in when I slam against a barrier.

I pause and stare at my boss who is glaring at me.

"Where is Stiles? Who are you?"

Fucking hell, I forgot this shop was warded to the nines, goddamnit.

"I am Stiles' friend, I swear, my name is Peter Hale. Stiles is home, sick. I'm a werewolf, it's why I didn't pass your stupid barrier."

Eleanor looked untrustful. I can sort of understand why, since I never mentioned Peter in the first place. But come on werewolves are pack orientated, it makes sense if there was more than one living together, it shouldn't be too surprising. Eleanor didn't move to open the barrier; she just stared at me seemed like she was contemplating something that I would never understand.

And then she started talking again,

"Peter Hale? Why do I know that name? I've heard it before, you're a werewolf, your last name is Hale, are you from Beacon Hills?" She asks what's a curious look on her face.

Peter's reputation precedes him apparently. All the way to a small town in Mystic Falls, Virginia.

"And if I am?" I asked curiously as to where this is going.

But as much as I trust my boss, I also do not trust her because, one, she's a witch and I'm already not too trusting of witch's because of Bonnie and two, because Peter is my packmate and best friend and I do not trust his life in anyone else's hands other than myself, even my own hands are kind of iffy.

"If you are Peter Hale from Beacon Hills, then you must know Deaton, an old acquaintance, and an idiot that I know. I know for a fact that he works in Beacon Hills, a Veterinary Clinic the last I heard. Does he still believe in those stupid philosophies on balance, and how balanced is super important blah blah blah?"

I chuckle and it sounds so much like Peter's chuckle that it kind of freaks me out a little bit even though I've been in his body for a while now.

"Yes, that does sound like Deaton. Still very much into the whole balance thing. Though he does help the current Alpha of Beacon Hills sort of as a mentor I guess."

Eleanor just quietly shook her head and leaned against the counter a little bit more relaxed.

"Good thing you and Stiles got out of Beacon Hills, I'm assuming that's where you came from. As much as Deaton is a smart and well-researched man he's a bit psychotic at times. I knew him a long time ago so maybe he's changed but I wouldn't put it past him if he's done some shady things throughout his life. Not that I could talk much since I've done some shady things throughout life but that man is quite a hard pill to swallow. I'm assuming since you don't have anything bad to say about him he's playing off his normality very well. But if you get a call from him in the future I wouldn't trust him personally. He has some twisted views on reality and the supernatural, in general, this is just a piece of warning by the way. You can heed it or not it's all up to you. You can completely dismiss my words as well. But I do not feel he is trustworthy. I hope you would listen to my words because I do like Stiles quite a lot and he's quite a unique person isn't he? Right, Stiles?"

"What? How did you know? Did you know this the whole time?"

I thought I was playing Peter pretty well. There goes my dream of ever becoming an actor. Not that I ever had one but off it goes anyway.

But Eleanor just chuckles and stands up straight again, her green eyes which were normally a pale green light up to an iridescent glowing green color, supernaturally is so,

"Fortunately this is a trait that only I have since I created it but, my eyes can see anything hidden. What that means, I'll leave up to your interpretation, but I can clearly see you, Stiles, underneath whatever ability you're using to mimic this person, I can still see you underneath. Now I'm guessing from as much as I know about you, that this was an accident and you're stuck like this, otherwise I have no other reason why you wouldn't come here as Stiles." She tells me, right on the dot as to what ails me.

"Um, Yeah I'm Stiles. Like you said I got stuck like this. I didn't even know I had this power, to begin with. I don't feel comfortable telling you what I am, sorry not sorry. But apparently I can shape-shift. I was thinking about Peter, my friend, who is away right now and I walked into the bathroom and as you can see I was very shocked that I transformed into him and as you guessed I can't get it to go away . I tried meditating, just waiting it out. I tried to shift into a werewolf but I just turn into Peter's werewolf form. I don't know what to do. Do you have any tips to help that could maybe change me back?" I ask because she's probably one of the only people who might have an answer for me.

She is a witch so maybe she has some special witchy concoction that could turn me back into me and not Peter anymore. As much as this is a useful skill I hope I have more control over it before I ever use it again because if this is not something I want to be stuck as at random times, thank you very much.

"Fortunately for you, I have seen shapeshifters before. A werewolf is a shapeshifter of sorts. You, however, are not a shape-shifter, nor fully a werewolf either. I can deduce some things on my own so I don't think I'll ever fully guess what you are. I will help you to turn back. I have a potion of sorts that will cancel the effects whatever you did to yourself. However, it will only ever work once so if this happens again you will have to figure it out all on your own. It'll take me a few hours to make however so come back in four hours and pick it up. But I recommend that you don't do anything stupid in the meantime. I'll close up shop today since this is a special problem." She says passing me by turning the little sign on the door that says open to closed.

She opens the door and holds it open for me.

I walk outside as I say a quick,

"Thank you," and head to my car.

Once I sit down I just stare out in front of me. I can't believe she co uld actually help me. I'm ecstatic of course, not so ecstatic that it's only a one-time help, but it's something I need at the moment because I need more time to research it and if I have more time maybe the next time this happens by accident I could come up with a plan that may work to do it naturally.

But at the moment I don't want to be stuck as Peter because too many things are going on right now and if I run into anyone, especially Damon, I will have some problems. Even if I run into Klaus I'll have some problems right now. Hell if I run into anyone that I know is Mystic Falls I will have a problem. I mean even if I run into Peter right now I will have a major problem.

I've been thinking about it but should I be telling Peter what's happening? I don't want to do it over text just because I don't want there to be a record of this anywhere electronically or otherwise. If I call him, will he hear himself talking back to himself? I don't know how to explain that away without him panicking. But I decided to tell him anyway because, in the end, he's going to know at some point. I drive my car down to a cafe that I frequent as Stiles, not as Peter. I order what I normally order, a coffee with way too much sweetener in it and this amazing double chocolate croissant that's like stuffed with creamy melted chocolate it's so good and they give it to you when it's like piping hot, I'm in love with it.

I sit in the corner booth, the one I normally sit in. And I dial Peter's number.

"Stiles? What's wrong?"

I don't like how he assumes there's something wrong but I can't exactly fault him for it because obviously there's something wrong. I'm silent for quite a while because I don't know how to tell him especially since I'm not going to be the one answering the phone. It's going to be him answering the phone talking to himself, oh what a weird day.

"Stiles are you all right? I've only been gone for three days I assumed that you couldn't get into that much trouble in that amount of time but I assume your silence means you have. Do I need to come back early? I don't mind coming back I can finish up what I'm doing today. Stiles are you still there?" Peter says with concern into the phone.

I tried to make my voice higher than normal though it still doesn't sound like me, yet it doesn't really sound like Peter either when I talk,

"Peter, I'm okay, physically speaking. Everything at the moment is calm and fine and nothing really problematic is happening. And everything will be fixed in four hours however the thing that needs to be fixed is the problem."

I say trying to tell Peter there's a problem but not actually wanting to tell him because I feel like an idiot and I don't exactly know how to tell it to him in the first place because this whole situation is weird in it of itself.

"Stiles? I can hear you but is the phone breaking up cause your voice sounds really weird. Like it almost sounds like you're not Stiles. However, only Stiles could word vomit like that so I'm assuming it is you. I prefer if you FaceTime me at the moment because I'm not too sure it's you."

Oh my God, why is he asking me to do that, this is probably one of the worst things that could possibly happen. Why did people create FaceTime? I hate you.

"Peter I swear it's me and I know I sound very weird. But that's part of the problem that I'm trying to tell you about. It's hard for me to get this out because it's very weird and it has something to do with a little fox that we both know about."

Peter and I have a code word for my Kitsune self which is calling it a little fox. It's kind of cute to think about it because we both met my little fox at least the inner version of it in my mind. So we call it 'little fox'. Lydia was the one to come up with the name. And it just stuck I guess in the end. But only the three of us would know the name so it's kind of like a good thing to say if I want to tell Peter that it's actually me talking and not some weird person that tried to kidnap me and is acting like me cause my voice is so different.

"Explain."

Peter sounds kind of annoyed so I decided to just throw it out there and see what he says.

"Okay, so I was home a few hours ago just thinking about stuff after I got off the phone with Klaus. We were just talking about you know ritual stuff. And well for some reason I was thinking about you, um and well I didn't realize it happened but when I went to the bathroom I looked into the mirror and very shockingly I was not looking at myself but I was looking at you. Because somehow I shape-shifted into you. Ah, so there it is, my problem at the moment."

The line on the other end was silent for a very long time considerably so long that I actually checked if I was still in the phone call with him. And I was so this was all complete silence from him.

"What? What do you mean you shape-shifted into me, I'm almost positive that our little fox can't do that."

I nodded my head even though he can't see me.

"Yes I know, I thought that as well. But then remember that once the Void left me he walked around wearing my face for a while, and that's kind of shapeshifting, right? I mean this is weird for me to Peter. I thought did I already knew most of the powers that came with being both a werewolf and the kitchen a butt apparently there's a lot I don't know about. And there's not really too many people who can help me with this. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry Stiles it's not your fault, really if you can't control it. You don't even know that you had it so don't worry. I'm a little troubled that you are walking around with my face. I hope you behave accordingly and not try to cause trouble while wearing my beautiful face. So if you have to punch Damon the face if you see him I won't argue. But you said there was a way to fix it, how?" Peter asked.

"Well remember my boss the witch that I told you about. She said she knows a potion that could fix it. Though it is a one-time fix. So if this ever happens again I have to figure it out on my own."

I told Peter everything because if this does happen again assuming I'm going to be around him he should know that there isn't a cure every single time for this.

"Well good I'm glad you can get rid of it for now and I'm sure once this is over you'll study up on it anyway without me having to tell you too. I will be back sooner than expected. so expect me home in three days rather than four."

"Okay, I just called to let you know because I figured that you were going to find out eventually and I might as well just be upfront about it. Also, I'll let you know if anything happens. But it's so weird to have a beard you know since I don't really grow facial hair all too much." I tell him touching my face with both hands because I do grow peach fuzz on my face but I've never really gotten the full 5 o'clock shadow, goatee look that he's got going on, not that I would think it worked on my face but I've never really had it before either and it's fun to touch.

I just hear a loud sigh from across the phone,

"Stiles stop making me look like an idiot by feeling up your own face. Just act normal or stay inside. I have a reputation in that town and I'd like to keep it as impeccable as possible."

I just laughed out loud kind of startling someone to the right of me who gave me a weird look. At the fact that I was drawing attention, I sobered up immediately and stopped acting weird while in Peter's body. Though I wasn't really in his body just I now look like him.

"Okay, okay, okay, it was just funny and it was a really serious conversation I wanted to lighten the mood a little bit sorry. Anyway, I'm just going to finish eating that chocolate croissant that I normally get and then I'm going to go shopping and then I'll head back grab the potion drink it and hopefully everything will go back to normal."

Peter on the other end of the line just confirmed what I was doing with a hum and said,

"Good luck and be careful," before hanging up the phone.

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Notes:

Well... that happened...

This is not some random thing that I just thought of. I wrote this down a while ago that I wanted to add this into the story. Not in this exact context but this is good enough. And I wanted to highlight one of Stiles' new powers. He has an array of them, and this is one of them.

Slowly throughout the series, I will introduce more.

But tell me what you think of this one so far.