Chapter 9: The Powers that Be.

"So what should we do?"

"What are you looking at me for you shoot down every plan I make." Derek responds.

"Yeah, but it will help me figure out what not to do if you give me your ideas."

"Yeah, we're so not having sex tonight. And, I'm going to hold off on you for as long as I can starting on Wednesday."

"DEREKKKK!" He whines.

"Shut up Stiles."

"C'mon!"

Derek just walks towards the car and hops in.

Stiles follows quickly his body moving gracelessly as he flounders to keep up with Derek's annoyed speed.

"Okay, so that happened what should we do Stiles?"

"Well, we need to find out how to use these abilities I have to our advantage. So, where should we begin?"

"We should begin at home chances are that you're going to be better able to use your 'abilities' when you're in a safe environment. That's one way we control werewolf abilities maybe you just need to access it through your anchor or something."

"That's kind of okay... I guess."

"Well it isn't like we know what we're doing here Stiles."

"Yeah well, for once I wish we did."

When they get to the loft they begin the rather half-baked attempts at causing some sort of magical reaction from Stiles.

They attempt to scare him, hurt him, do anything really that may cause a reaction, but now that he is a werewolf nothing really affects him anymore. He just heals, shifts, or doesn't respond to just about everything.

Six p.m. rolls around and they decide to take a break.

"Hey, Stiles, what do you want to eat?"

"What are my choices?"

"I don't know: spaghetti, chicken, hamburgers, pork chops, whatever, just think of something."

"Chicken Alfredo?"

"Sure. Just sit and relax a while and I will get it started."

"Okay."

…

"Hey Derek."

"Yeah?"

"What do you do to connect with your inner wolf?"

"What do you mean Stiles?"

"Well, when you need to focus, what do you do?"

"Well, you could always try meditation I guess. But, to be honest I'm not sure you could sit still long enough to get anything out of it. Patience isn't really your strong suit."

"And it's yours?"

"No, I'm just better at focusing than you."

"Whatever, it is better than nothing I guess."

"Just give me a break. I don't know much about magic. They don't really teach werewolves much about that that was really more of the emissary's role."

"Well, I guess it is trial and error then."

"Yep, trial and error. Knowing you mostly error."

"Aww, Derek that was a joke. I must be rubbing off on you."

"I hope not."

"I don't believe that is how you felt last night."

"Really Stiles? Is that where we're going with this now?"

"Sure why not?"

"Because you're an idiot. I'm going to finish dinner. Leave me alone until then."

"Fine. But that was still rude."

When Derek comes back from the kitchen area he comes over to the sight of Stiles sitting quietly, eyes closed, and body relaxed.

"Hey Stiles, the food is ready. Do you want some? I made it just the way you like."

….

"Seriously Stiles?" Derek says then snaps his finger next to his ears.

Stiles snaps out of it and the bulbs directly overhead explode as he whirls around and nearly knocks the food from Derek's hands.

"Okay, what was that?"

"I don't know I was just focusing on my anchor and trying to pull whatever this power is out of me and then you were snapping your fingers and the light exploded."

"Well, that is progress right? Maybe we can use this eventually. But I think at least for now it is likely we will just have to kill Kate without your magic or whatever this is."

"Okay Derek, but how?"

"I don't know we will call the rest of the pack and come up with a plan tonight okay?"

"Fine… I love you." He says affectionately.

"I love you too Stiles."