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Chapter 6

"Well..." Danny replied, rather reluctantly. "I'm not really... sure?"

"Let me get this this straight."Jackson replied, earning himself a snort from Stiles. "God, Stiles what is it with you? Speaking with you nearby is like navigating a minefield, filled with double entendres and bad puns, I mean come on, really?" He turned his head in Stiles direction, who, in turn, tried to look innocent, failing miserably. Scott looked at the blond pityingly, being used to Stiles antics, he knew where Jackson's sentiment came from, having been there hundreds of times over the years himself.

"So to SUM THINGS UP!"Jackson brought his attention back to Danny, sill glaring at Stiles, in a matter that would have made Derek proud, daring him to say anything, before going on. "You are this all powerful witch, share milk and cookie talks with fate at night, have this thousand year old adviser... thingy, whatever in you and still, you don't know?" He asked in a voice so full of sarcasm, it made Stiles look at him in pride. All this being around Stiles crap was seriously bad for his own sarcasm level.

"Sorry, this is kinda new for me too, you know? How would you react, if there was a two ton black lady capturing your dreams at night, telling you, you had to step up or your best friend would die... when you were fourteen fucking years old? I know I told you she gave me choice, but this choice was tinged with some more and less finely veiled threats about yours, Stiles's and Scott's lifes being forfeit, before ending in something like "Oh, by the way, if you don't do this, reality might just simply IMPLODE", sure way to keep the pressure low, right?" Danny exploded, laying the sarcasm on heavy himself.

"YAY, a smartass-off, can I join in, please, guys pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaasse, pretty please with a cherry on top?" Stiles asked clapping his hands together happily, grinning a thousand watt smile. Only to earn himself a "HELL NO" from three voices in unison. Well mission accomplished, the tension was broken.

"Dan? I'm sorry! I didn't know! But could you answer me one question?" Jackson asked looking mock serious in the end. When Danny nodded he continued. "Is sarcasm like the newest STD and did you ever have sex with Stiles, because I have to tell you, in the fourteen years I've known you, I can't recall a single conversation so laced with sarcasm. If not, Stilinski over there is just a BAD influence on all of us!" Jackson said, earning himself a chuckle from Danny and a mock offended "HEY, WAIT A MINUTE" from Stiles.

"Sorry to say it buddy, but he's got a point there!" Scott delivered on the dot, in a voice so dry it started a new round of laughter.

"OK, we still have do decide what to do now!" It was Stiles who, in an unfamiliar serious fashion, brought their little foursome of supernatural beings back on track.

"First things first, I guess. We should start training you, but I strongly advise to stick to your werewolf abilities exclusively at first. I'd have to talk to your companions about that and no I can't tell you who they are, it's not my place to do so! But you know them and in time they will reveal themselves and help you train your individual powers!" Danny replied, before continuing. "We'll have to suppress those powers in the beginning, too. The chance of them going haywire and hurting you or others is one I'm not willing to take!"

He held out his right hand, face strained in concentration. After a few seconds there was a sound of whistles and bells accompanied by blueish-golden orbs disposing a set of three jewelry boxes, one black, one white and one gray, on the coffee table between them. Opening their own distinctive box, Stiles the gray one, Jackson the black one and Scott the white one, they found three Identical platinum bands. Identical, apart from the gems delicately worked into the rings. Scott's ring was decorated by a beautiful white pearl, Jackson's held a perfectly crafted black onyx and Stiles's a breathtakingly perfect bluish-gray sapphire.

"Those should do the job nicely, for a while. But remember they are a short time solution only. You power will grow past the rings ability to suppress them rather quickly, but right now it's the best we can do. I predecessor host of my guardian spirit, thought of them in case of emergency. He had the elves, and yes those exist too, make them, for they are the most experienced goldsmiths in all worlds. These gems are filled to the brim with spells and protection of all the casts and fused together by elven magic." Danny offered by way of explanation.

"OK, now that that's taken care off!" Scott replied putting on his ring, seeing Jackson and Stiles following suit. "Who is going to train us. I don't exactly know a lot of experienced werewolfs and the one I do know, makes me want to rip out his throat, in ways that make Kate's and Peter's deaths look pale in comparison!" He stated seeing Stiles and Jackson nodding, seemingly agreeing to his sentiment wholeheartedly.

"I know, I know. You guys aren't Derek's biggest fans of right now, hell, I'm not his biggest fan right now. Still, he was part of the original plan and was always meant to be part of all your destinies, I think he'd make a better ally and than enemy. Just a thought. By the way, I had a "little" run in with him yesterday and I suspect he'll be more responsive to your needs this time!" Danny replied, smirking self satisfied at the memory about their last encounter.

"OK, how are we going to play this? Should I call him and ask him to come around to discuss this or what?"Stiles asked

"OH, don't be silly, there is no need for this!" Danny said lazily snapping his fingers.

Once again the sound of whistles and bells filled the air and the, now familiar, orbs formed into the shape of one Derek Hale. Suspended in mid air, feet half a foot of the ground, immobilized.

"OH, Hallo Derek! What did I tell you about trying to spy on this house?" Danny asked, standing up, turning his body towards Derek, so the other boys could only see the back of his had. Not noticing the angry look he was giving the older male, his eyes burning menacingly golden.

"Guardian..." Derek hissed, his face showing emotion for the first time, since the three boys behind Danny knew him. And that emotion was fear, he was terrified of Danny, why? Danny was always nice, everybody likes him!

"Well, I summoned you here to present you with a business proposal! You will train your new pups and show them the ropes and not in the way you have been training Scott. I mean the whole nine yards, customs, legends, lifestyle the whole bit and not just fighting. Sounds good?" Danny asked sweetly, voice filled with fake politeness.

"Being giving this gracious offer in such a polite way, how could I ever refuse?" He replied, biting sarcasm in his voice. And really Scott thought, is today national sarcasm day or something? Was he the only one not affected?

"Good thing we understand each other." Danny only said, not phased in the slightest, fefore adding telepathically, so the other three would remain clueless. "And if you so much as think about trying to hurt or use them for your purposes, I will hunt you down and kill you in ways even your nightmares only think in their nightmares off. Got it?"

Gaining nothing, but a slow, barely noticeable, nod in reply!

Untill we meet again!

Dedalus