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Chp.3 Secrets Better Kept

Stiles was gettting impatient. He had told Scott to meet him in the woods twenty minutes ago. The other boy was still nowhere to be found. In the back of his mind he already knew the reason, he was just mentally preparing himself to deal with the excuses.

'The guy can jump off buildings, tear through steel, and grow killer sideburns in two seconds, but he can't make it a priority to show up on time? It's like he runs on Filipino time...Time, rhyrme, mime, lime.'

He was so busy fuming in his head that he didn't hear the sound of leaves rustling as someone dashed across the forest floor.

"Dude I'm so sorry I'm late! I was with Allison, and I lost track of time. Sorry man," Scott huffed out as he ran up to Stiles.

'I knew it,' Stiles' mental eyeroll was so profound it became physical, 'Allison'.

"Well I'm glad you could spare a second of swimming in Allison's vagina to come," Stiles drawled out sarcastically.

Scott, who was bent over catching his breath snapped his head up in anger.

"Hey, she's still my girlfriend!" he ground out.

"Heel!" Stiles said as he held his hands up in defeat.

'But seriously, her jeans are so tight it's like she's breeding gonorhea in there. I hope Scotts getting tested. Wait he's a werewolf, maybe he has to go to the vet. Do I have to take him to the vet? Is he even registered? I'm going to jail!' Stiles was giggling to himself.

"STILES! Why are we here?" Scott yelled, snapping his friend out his reverie.

"Oh right, yea," Stiles put his hands down.

He walked over to the tree where he placed his backpack and started rummaging. His talk with Derek last week had been really infomational, and Stiles planned to put that information to good use. Thanks to the older werewolf he had learned a lot, even if he didn't get all his questions answered. Now he just had to apply it to real life situations. He figured this first test was as good a place to start as any.

"So I talked to Derek last week-" Stiles began.

"You talked to Derek?" Scott stared at him, a face of shock.

"Yes Rudeness, I talked to Derek, not like you're exactly texting him back and forth to help you with your wolfy problems. Ahah!" Stiles exclaimed as he found what he was looking for. He held up his find for Scott to see.

Scott examined the item in his friend's hand. It was a silver band, very thin and smooth. Stiles had bought it from Tiffany's last week, it had cost him a fair amount, but he figured if this had any chance to work they would need quality. When he had bought the bracelet the sales lady had asked him all kinds of questions about a girlfriend, making him leave the store gagging.

"Soooo you talked to Derek and learned he likes shiny things."

Stiles considered slapping his bestfriend.

"No you idiot. Look at it, what's it made of?" he handed the band to Scott.

Scott stared down at it.

"Silver. Silver! Isn't silver bad for werewolves? Stiles are you trying to kill Derek?" Scott shouted horrified.

"Your mother must be so proud of the progress you've made through life."

Scott frowned at his friends comment.

"While I was talking to Derek I found out that silver serves two purposes, both good and bad. Sure if this were a silver knife instead of a lovely bracelet and I stabbed you with it, it would hurt like hell. Apparently your blood has an allergic reaction to the stuff. But if you wearing it, the bracelet, not the knife, it's supposed to help you stay in control," Stiles explained to him.

"How?" Scott asked. He was still grasping the whole werewolf thing, but this almost sounded like a way out.

"According to Derek it dulls you senses, brings them back down a few notches, and makes it harder to shift. He said if you focus on it you should be able to stop from wolfing out. I guess the stuff can absorb you anger or something." Stiles watched his friend think over what that meant.

"So that means-"

"Yup, no more hearing everything within a 2 mile radius, no more flinching cause someone slammed their locker too hard, covering your nose because Sally farted on the other side of school, no more near murder attempts cause someone-"

"I can sleep with Allison!" Scott exclaimed.

Stiles took a moment to mentally shoot himself.

"Umm, Stiles?" Scott was shifting uncomfortably waiting for his friend to come back to focus. 'Did he take his Adderall today?' he wondered.

"Lets move along shall we?" Stiles said, regaining himself.

"Ok how's this gonna work?" Scott asked, he couldn't wait for this to be a success. If it worked he had a chance at being a normal teenager again. Stiles heard it from Derek, it had to work, Derek wouldn't give him false information. At least he hoped he wouldn't.

"First I want you to focus, take account of everything you can feel and smell right now. Remember it, gauge it. Then put the bracelet on, and see if there's any difference at all from a second ago." Stiles hoped this worked.

Scott did as Stiles instructed. He stood in the middle of the clearing and took a deep breath, taking account of everything he could sense. He could smell all the smells of the forest, the leaves on the ground giving off a slight scent of decay, the trails from other animals that had passed, he could hear Stiles heart beat, breathing, bugs crawling around them.

'Wait, that's not Stiles' breathing' he thought, but as he slipped on the bracelet he was too stunned to remember what he had noticed. The moment he slipped the bracelet on it was like he'd been cut off from everything. The forest just smelt like the forest, he couldn't smell all the individual things he had before. Stiles was just Stiles, he couldn't hear his heart beat, or smell his deoderant mixed with his cologne.

"Woah," was all Scott could manage to say.

"So did it work?" Stiles watched his friend curiously.

"Dude this is AMAZING! I feel normal again! I can't hear or smell anything I'm not supposed to. This is great!" Scott was stunned.

"Stiles you're a genius!"

"I know, but there's still one more test we have to do."

Derek was making his way through the forest looking for clues. He had ventured pretty deep in, he was somwhere by the highschool now. He was hoping he could pick up a scent connected to the Alpha to help him figure out who he was in human form. Picking up the other wolf's scent hadn't been hard, but there were no human scent's mixed around. He was ready to quit and try another route until his nose caught something familiar. It was Scott & Stiles.

'What are those two idiots up to?'

Derek followed the scent until he came across the two in a clearing up ahead. He didn't want them to spot him just yet. Scott was inexperienced enough that he didn't have to worry about him hearing or smelling him come up, and with all the space in between the trees he could more than see what he needed with his wolf eyes. Curious he decided to listen.

So they were out here to help Scott control himself with silver. Smart choice, it would probably help the kid a lot. Sure he should've been the one to explain this time, but he had other things on his plate to worry about.

"Your mother must be so proud of the progress you've made through life."

He had to cover his mouth with his sleeve to contain his laughter as he overheard Stiles insult his friend's intelligence. 'Stiles' should do stand-up' he thought. When it wasn't directed at him he thought the other's sarcasm was perfectly on point.

Focusing back to the conversation up ahead he nodded in approval as Stiles explained the properites of silver well. He laughed again when he saw Stiles go blank as his best friend simplified all the benefits their test could hold for him. Derek couldn't blame him though, even if he carried on like a total dick towards the younger wolf he could still remember what it was like to be sixteen.

Watching closely he saw Scott take in his surroundings, sensing what he could.

'Crap he's gonna notice me,' just as Derek saw Scott's ears flicker in his direction and he got ready to move he saw Scott instantly relax has he slipped on the silver. He was revelling in his dulled senses. He knew the feeling all to well.

"There's still one more test we have to do. We have to see if it can help you control your shift," he heard Stiles say. Derek tensed, this was the moment of truth, he focused on them intensely.

"Ok, how do we do that?" Scott asked.

"Well Derek said you could "focus" on the silver to stop your shift. Can you feel the silver on you in anyway, besides just wearing it?"

Scott closed his eyes to see, and realised he could.

"Yea, I can. Around the bracelet it feels, cool, like everything around it kinda gets sucked in, it's weird." Scott explained.

"Good, we can work with that. Now get angry, like you're trying to shift and focus that anger into the band, it should absorb your anger and calm your ass down." Stiles took a step back.

'This has to work,' Scott pleaded to himself. He remembered what Derek taught him, and felt for his anger. The moment he tapped into it he felt it explode and take hold of him. His vision tinted red, he saw Stiles oberserving. He went back to what his friend had just said and tried to focus the anger pouring out of him into that cool place he had felt. It was working! He could feel the anger rapidly flowing into the silver band on his wrist. It just disappeared into the coolness of it. He just had to wait for his anger to subside and he could celebrate! However, he quickly realised it wasn't stopping. The anger was still surging, more was coming than he could push into the silver against his skin. As he felt his canine's grow and sharpen Scott felt dread creep behind his rage.

'Oh no, i'm losing it! Stiles has to run.'

'Aww shit,' Derek cursed to himself, he should've realised it sooner. Scott still had little control over his anger, that small amount of silver wouldn't be enough to contain it. He had to regulate his flow of anger into an amount the silver could handle or else it wouldn't dissapate fast enough before new anger was piled on top of it, overpowering the mineral. Even he would have trouble that small band, he wore two rings on his left hand to help him control his urge.

"Sc-Scott? Focus buddy," Stiles gulped as he saw Scott's feature's begin to change.

'It's not working. Why isn't it working?'

Panic was setting in. He looked at the band on his friends wrist, willing it to work. As he looked he saw red cracks appear on it's surface, as if it were burning hot, then suddenly the whole thing splintered and burst into a thousand fragments. Scott growled and crouched down.

'Fuck,' he thought to himself. He was best friend was about to try to kill him, again.

Derek heard the bracelet burst, like he feared it would. He saw Scott crouch into his predatory stance, preparing to attack Stiles. He was too far away, by the time he could shift and dash to Stiles it was certain Scott would have already taken a strike at his friend.

'NO!' Derek screamed in his head, voice unable to surface.

Scott growled and let loose a lightning swipe at his friend, aiming for Stiles' throat.

Pooft

Derek blinked. He wasn't sure if he could believe what he just saw. One minute he saw Stiles standing there, frozen as his best friend was about to rip out his throat, the next he was behind Scott.

The teen wolf stood there, confused, his pray was there one second, now it had vanished. Before he could go to search his body exploded in pain and he hit the ground.

Derek was stunned as he saw Stiles deliver an elbow between Scott's shoulder blades, flooring the wolf. Sure it would be ok if he had seen Stiles duck and roll behind the werewolf, but he hadn't even seen that. There was no movement, at all, he was just there, and then he wasn't. Derek's emotions switched from worried to angry, he wanted answers.

"Ooooh," Scott groaned as he got up, returned to human form.

"What happened, are you ok man? Why do I feel like I got hit by a house?" he asked as he remembered what happened.

"Umm, I'm fine, you went all wolf mode and came at me but I ducked behind you and hit you with a rock," Stiles said hurridly hoping his friend would buy his excuse.

"Oh no I'm so sorry man. Why didn't the silver work?" Scott groaned, still taking in the pain from his back, he didn't notice there were no large rocks around.

"I don't know bro, but you go home and take care of that back, I'll be fine here, I just need to recuperate. You know, near death and all. I'll call you later."

"Alright," Scott said as he trudged home, feeling guilty for putting Stiles' life in danger.

"That, was too close," Stiles sighed releaved. Scott had come very close to finding out his secret. He hated to be so careless, but he had no other choice. He was about to grab his things and get ready to head home when he heard a growl behind him.

'Oh no, Scott must've come back.'

Before he could prepare himself he was thrown up against a tree, with Derek Hale growling at his throat like a hell hound.

"What just happened?" Derek spat out.

"Uh uh, you attacked me?" Stiles struggled to say against the iron grip.

"No, you know what I'm talking about. .You?" Derek said through his teeth slowly so that Stiles could understand every word.

"Scared. Confused. Nervous. Aroused. Did I distract you with that last one? Cause you don't look distracted," Stiles rambled, trying to diffuse the situation.

Derek slammed him against the tree.

"Has anyone ever told you you look like Simon Cowell?"

Derek slammed him again.

"Billy Ray Cyrus?"

Derek's eyes narrowed. Stiles gulped. He was sure what would come next was far worse than his skull hitting the tree.

"I saw what you did. I saw you take out Scott. So start spitting out answers before I start spitting out pieces of you." Derek leaned closer and let his fangs grow.

Stiles was more scared for his life than a teenage girl was for Justin Bieber's career. Derek had saw, he'd seen what he had done. No excuse he could make would take away from the fact that Derek had seen him use his pwoers with his own eyes. There was no way around it, the man was literally at his throat. He had to tell Derek the truth, he just hopped he wouldn't try to rip him to shreds afterwards.

Derek was having trouble controlling his anger. All this time Stiles had been meddling in werewolf affairs, getting in trouble, asking questions, supposedly helping him, he'd been hiding secrets of his own. How was he to still be trusted? For all he knew the boy beneath him might be working with the Hunters.

"I'm a Nephilim," Stiles said.

It was like a bazooka had shot Derek down out of his thoughts. 'What did Stiles just say?'

"A what?"

"A Nephilim. Neph. Lemm," Stiles returned slowly, "but I prefer the term faerie."

"What the fuck? Why?" he pushed Stiles harder into the tree behind him.

Stiles was starting to get tired of the rough handling. He took a breath so he could explain.

"Because technically I'm a descendant of a Nephilim which makes me a lesser being. Which, therefore in my race, is considered a faerie."

"So what you can all disappear or some shit?" Now Derek had even more questions, and he was determined to get answers.

"No, every faerie has different powers. Mine is just I can teleport. Can you let me down now?" Stiles was getting very tired of the manhandling. While he was glad Derek was taking it better than he expected he had hoped he would at least loosen his grip from shock. Still he felt more at ease now. He had never told anyone else his secret, even Scott, he had been too afraid of the reaction, the dangers. He knew he should probably tell Scott, seeing as now he had powers of his own, but it was just easier to keep doing what he had been doing.

"Where you ever going to tell me? How many of there are you? What else can you do?" Derek yelled at him.

Stiles had enough.

Pooft.

Derek stared at his empty hands, Stiles was gone.

"Omphf!" he grunted as he was body checked into the tree he had just had Stiles up against.

"I'm a supernatural just like you Derek. Don't be overdramatic," Stiles said. He watched Derek slide down the tree and pull himself up off the ground.

Derek brushed himself off, he was furious. "Does Scott even know?"

"Nope, and you better keep it that way. So are we cool now? I know your secret, and you know mine." Stiles stared him down.

"Whatever," he still couldn't believe what he had heard.

Stiles smirked and disappeared. Derek huffed.

"Oh, and Derek? If you tell anyone about this I'll make sure you overdose on fairy dust. Think of it like pure columbian, only gayer."

Pooft.

By the time he had swung around Stiles was gone. Derek yelled, letting out his anger and pummeling the tree trunk in front of him. Not only was the guy he liked a supernatural, he was a teleporting faerie, who went 'Poof'.

Derek groaned and hung his head.

"My life."

So there's chapter 3. Yup my Stiles has powers, get in. Hope you guys liked. Reviews are gladly welcomed, good and bad.

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