"If the nogitsune is back, what does that mean for Stiles not that he's all magic and whatever? Isaac asked moving a little closer to Danny.
Everyone sat around quietly pondering on their current situation. It always seemed that one thing after another ruined their nice little breather. The nogitsune being back meant that more damage was going to befall Beacon Hills at any moment, not mention if any supernatural baddie decided to show up they'd have to deal with that too.
The sound of feet coming down the stairs drew the packs attention, in walked the sheriff looking very tired.
"Uhhh…is everyone staying for dinner? I was going to order a pizza."
"Dad pizza isn't good for you, I'll just cook something," Stiles said.
"Stiles maybe you should rest, your heart beats a little weak right now." Derek ran his fingers through his hair. "Pizza sounds great, I'll pay. What does everyone want?"
All at once everyone started naming out orders if it wasn't for his werewolf hearing he would've missed each order.
"I'll grab you the menu." The sheriff walked into the kitchen.
Derek followed after and leaned against the counter as John searched through the drawers for the one pizza place that had Sicilian sized pizza, enough to satisfy the hungriest of werewolves and a couple of humans.
While standing he couldn't help, but to look around the room. The wallpaper was faded, a few plants were in the window barely hanging on, and on the fridge, were pictures of the Stilinksi and things throughout Stiles' childhood. One picture, in particular, caught his attention.
Stiles was maybe six or seven, missing a few teeth and standing next to Scott whose hair was really out of control. They were wearing dirty soccer uniforms and smiling while squinting their teeth, on the bottom of the photo someone had written: "first little league soccer game!". Derek chuckled, but at the same time felt a pang of sadness in his chest.
He thinks about how much Stiles and Scott have been through and how heartbroken he must have felt when he was kicked out the pack. They used to inseparable and now there was a rift there, Stiles could say he forgave Scott, but Derek could smell the anxiety and uncertainty on Stiles.
"Found it!" John exclaims handing the menu to Derek.
Derek gives a small smile as he pulls out his phone and dials the number.
After 15 minutes of explaining the order to the man on the phone, he finally hung up. What's so hard to understand about seven pizzas with different toppings? In the living room, the pack has settled quietly talking amongst themselves about what they should do.
"As long as the plan doesn't involve me "dying" again, I'm all about," Stiles spoke.
"Can't you perform a spell or something that would help?" Lydia asked.
"I don't think that's a good idea, my magic is tied to my emotions, so if the nogitsune takes over he could ruin it. Plus, I've been really emotional lately I don't think I'll be able to perform any complicated magic."
They all nod in agreement and sit thinking.
"We could always ask Deaton. I'm sure he knows a lot. Plus, Kira's mom would help too."
"I don't that'll work though, the nogitsune hates my mom and will probably do anything to keep her away from Stiles." Kira explained.
"That's true and we don't even know how the oni are summoned yet, whether Stiles can control them or if it's just his subconscious," Mason said worriedly.
"All this talk is making me hungry, when's the pizza coming?" Erica cried.
"30 minutes or less or it's free." Derek sighed.
Boyd chuckled a little and rubbed Erica's back. Everyone was hungry and figuring out how to stop a supernatural event from occurring wasn't exactly helping either.
"I think I have some cookies in the fridge," Stiles said standing up.
As he stood up everything around him froze.
"Stiles…" a voice whispered.
"Who's there?" he whipped his head in the direction of the voice.
"You know me, Stiles, we're old friends."
"What are you doing to me?"
"I told you that you couldn't kill me, Stiles. You can't kill something as ancient as me."
"Get out of my body!"
"I know you can feel it, Stiles, the power coursing through your veins just waiting for you to tap into. The power to give and take, your uncle taught you that spell. To bring back those you once loved and I could help you bring back the one person you love. I bet you'd love to have her back Stiles, for her to hold you and to wipe away your tears when you're sad. The little boy in you who cries out for her every night in hopes that she will come."
"Shut up."
"You know I'm right and if you just use a little bit of my power I can help you achieve that goal, you just have to give me control."
"I won't let you hurt anyone again."
Suddenly in front of Stiles stood himself, his reflection reached out and grabbed him by his throat.
"Listen here you little shit, I get what I want when I want it. I'm a spirit of mischief, I feed off the pain and strife of others. One way or another you will use my power and when you do I will take this body and all it's power and rain hell upon this world. I'll kill everyone you love starting with that alpha that you have a boner for. I will make you watch as I rip his heart out of his chest and crush it with your very two hands. Every day your power weakens and I grow stronger, no will be able to help you and when they're able to, it'll be too late, because they'll be dead."
Trying to pry the hands off his throat Stiles fought for oxygen to fill his lungs. "F…fuck y-you asshole."
The nogitsune laughed and just like that everything Stiles was enveloped in a world of darkness. He felt his world shaking and the distant call of his name, but he couldn't move, until he felt it. The warmth of a kiss pressed to his lips.
Eyes shooting open, Stiles gasped as he clutched onto the shirt of the person next to him.
Derek grabbed the boys face and stared into his eyes. He could see it, the fear. He hugged Stiles to his chest and rocked back and forth, cradling him as tears silently fell from his eyes.
Before anyone could speak the doorbell rang.
"Pizza delivery!" someone yelled outside.
-TBC-
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