For those who felt the last chapter was rushed, it sort of was, though Talia's fast apology was on an instinctual level her wolf influencing her at that moment. And those who feel the boys are overpowered they are a bit but wouldn't you be too if you were forced to learn something for survival? Hopefully you'll like this chapter better. Please review and send me your thoughts IF THEY ARE POSITIVE or are constructive criticism. Any flamers will be ignored.
Talia with held the urge to scowl. She was trying her best to not see them as children, but it was...difficult. Clearing her throat she gestured for them to follow her and Peter to the dining hall.
It was a quiet til till they settled round the table. The boys sat in a clear strategic move. Their backs to the wall facing the door and window, a move that said we don't trust you. She didn't blame them. It was a shame she was going to have to make i worse. It couldn't be helped. What they were doing was dangerous. No matter how much she felt for them. She just needed to delay them.
"You say you have territories?" She started the meeting off. Whiskey eyes glinted as their owner tilted his head towards his.. son.
"My son and I do. We helped a couple of creatures and they decided they would handover their properties." She blinked before rolling her hand in a motion for them to continue.
"I am not allowed to tell you which races we helped. But my family's territories extend from the bottom half of downtown most of the woods till you get to the coast where it hits Garden Grove. Your territories is your legal property in the reserve and the other upper half of downtown. " He held up a hand to forestall the comments he could feel coming.
"I don't care if your on my land as long as it's with peaceful intentions. The second that changes expect for there to be retaliation." Talia scowled but nodded. Shed say the same thing , but it ground harshly for this child to assume he could command her, an Alpha.
Peter watched amused as his sister was confronted with the fact that she didn't have control over everyone. Her whole life she'd been told that she going to be an Alpha and that came with control and obedience of her pack. It'd spoiled her. She expected complete obedience and for someone.-no a child to be so defiant, it must be killing her.
He loved it.
He knew Talia was pretty much tied to the idea that they were lost lambs messing with stuff that they shouldn't but the Peter had known the moment Stiles had sent him through the wall they they obviously knew what they were doing. She' come to accept it or they'd make her. He couldn't wait to see which way it went and felt a thrill of excitement race down his spine.
Stiles kept a hand on Scott's knee as they tried to keep the anxious feelings down. Thy were both worried about Issac and as much as they knew Jackson was there to hep Issac, that didn't stop them from wanting to go and and make sure for themselves. They felt Jackson's understanding and he promptly sent an image of Issac doing a koala bear impression on Jackson. Feeling themselves relax just a bit Stiles tried to focus on what Talia was saying.
"...keep magic to a minimum." Blinking he shook his head smiled apologetically at the Alpha.
"I'm sorry, we are just really worried about Issac. Can you repeat that last sentence?" He smiled sheepishly as her expression tightened around the eyes and mouth.
"I said, as long as you keep the magic to a minimum until you are of age we won't have a problem." Her face said she already knew how well that was going to go down, but didn't care.
Stiles sheepish smile disappeared and his eyes sharpened to slices of glass as he and his family rejected the idea to their very soul. Magic is what made them what they are, what made them family.
"Then I'm afraid we have a problem Alpha Hale. See, magic is to us what your wolf is to you. So I'm afraid I'll have to decline your negotiations. As long as you remain peaceful towards me and mine, we won't raise magic nor a hand to you and yours." Nodding his head at the Alpha's brother He and Scott stood to leave. He made i to the door when it happened.
Searing pain in his chest caused him to stumble and gasp against the doorway. Scott fell to his knees and keened. Gasping and hyperventilating he felt for his bond to his other sons and daughter praying they were alright. The pain in his chest went to ice as he was met with a wall blocking him from his children. He couldn't even feel Scott who ly seizing next to him.
It took him a moment but the lack of shock or concern from one of the people behind him finally registered. He whirled around only to seize up as the pain in his chest pulled on his heart.
"Wh-what did you do? " He wheezed as she knelt next to where his body had fell. She looked down on him with a faintly superior sympathetic look.
"What I had to. I sent Deaton to your friends. He is currently tying off your connection to your magic through the body you all share." She spoke as if she wasn't destroying them with a flick of her arrogant wrist.
"Y-you b!#$%!" Her face creased in a scowl before she shook her head and began to stand. She was stopped by a surprisingly strong grip from the boy. She looked down to an utterly serious expression on his face. He took a breath and spoke as clearly as he could through the spasm rocking his body.
"Why w-would you do this?" She stared down at him.
"Because you are just a boy, you don't know what you are messing with. By learning from Deaton you can learn control." His eyes searched her face before he spoke again.
"And if we didn't want to learn fro you and your witch?" She crouched back down and stared into amber ice.
"You don't have a choice." A grim expression swept over his face. Out of her sight he curled a hand around Scott's leg.
"That's a-all I needed to know." In a blink of an eye he slammed the magic he'd gathered into her and ripped through her body. She cried out and collapsed but he kept a firm grip on her wrist. He ripped through her spirit and rummaged through her mind as violently as possible so that she would feel all their pain and more. Finally finding hat he was looking for he ripped the bonds to her wolf and started to build a wall around it before melding the wall to her soul with memories of the pain she was putting his sons through.
By now Talia was arched off the ground with her mouth in an open silent scream and agony worse than anything she'd felt before rocked through her body. She started choking on her own spit and her frantic brother turned her over causing her to drag the boy still attached to her across the floor.
Stiles felt vindictive as he saw the fruits of his magic. Using the last of his strength got on his hands and knees and let out a breathless chuckle as his breath was stolen from him in that movement.
"You don't know what your messing with." And on that exhale he and Scott disappeared to leave a horrified Peter and his tortured sister.
They reappeared in their living room only to come face to face with Deaton leaning over a passed out Jackson. Stiles reached for his magic only to feel that it was almost completely gone. Growling he reached down through the floorboards into the earth and stretched his magic as far as he could into the closest body of water. Pulling energy and magic from it he rolled slowly onto his side so that he could see the witch doctor.
Deaton spared him a glance before ignoring him. That was his first and last mistake. With effort that he hadn't had to use in a long long time Stiles used his magic to injure the vet as much as he could without killing him. It as if his body just ...exploded. His arms were ripped from his shoulders to right before they hit the artery on his wrist. His leg boned were cracked sideways giving him a bowlegged look and finally holes appears on his torso from where they's appeared in the least fatal place. He then proceeded to suck the magic out of the man. He siphoned it as fast as he could directing it to the damage the man had caused. He ignored the man bleeding out on his rug and crawled over to the couch. It was a slow journey as he had to drag Scott with him.
He made some part of him was touching all three before he drained all the magic he'd gathered into the damaged bonds. He felt Scott struggling to sit up from where he sat wheezing against the couch.
"S-stop. S-stiles, your g-going to k-kill yoursel-f." Stiles shook his head did his best to reassure him. He could feel his vision fading to black but it was all worth it when he felt the bonds snap back into place better than ever before.
Slumping into the carpet he sighed as the pain in his chest finally faded away. And like that he passed out.
The light was too bright. He grimaced as he felt the crumbles in the corners of his eyes and groaned. What semi ran him over?
"Stiles?! You guys he's awake!" He heard what sounded like a herd of elephant headed to where ever he was. He recognized the sounds of his sons and grinned which turned into full blown laughter as relief coursed through him.
He remembered and he was so relieved. He opened his eyes-screw the sunlight- and drank in his children. They leaned over him with worry pasted on their faces. However he saw no injuries and he frantically felt along the bonds to all his kids even Erica's . They were fine. They were fine. He laughed and tear started to trail down his eyes as he tugged his boys down into a pile.
"Wait-"
"Stiles we're going to hurt-!"
"Mom don't-"
He cut them off and kissed all of their heads.
"You think I care? You all are okay, you're safe." He hugged them and just laid there as they settled down around him. He just felt so utterly content and peaceful to know that they all were okay. He knew he was repeating himself but he was so damn relieved. Stiles doesn't know how long they lay there but by the time any of them moved te morning sun he'd waken up to was setting below the horizon painting the room in burnt orange and reds.
Stiles shifted and spoke softly.
"What happened to the vet?" Issac stiffened and Jackson growled before settling.
"We dumped him a few minutes away from the hospital so someone would find him." Scott admitted. Stiles nodded and hummed approvingly.
"How long was I out?" They hesitated causing Stiles to sit up and turn to look at them.
"Guys? How long was I out?" It was Issac who finally answered.
"4 days." Stiles face dropped and he immediately cuddled back to the pile. He'd left them alone for 4 days. No wonder they'd been so worried and happy when he woke up.
"I love you. You know that? I love you all. Every last one of you." The all murmured their agreement, watch dropping off to sleep leaving Stiles to watch over them.
By the time that the rest woke up Stiles had decided that he wanted to travel, let the threat die down and grow a little stronger. Now all he had to do was talk to his kids. He wanted them to see more of the world maybe the'd go see Percy. Last time they'd seen him was with the fleece thing.
The first to stir was Jackson followed closely by Scott and then finally Issac. He waited for them to fully be awake before he mentally nudged them. He tentatively broached the subject of leaving town. He quickly tacked on that they wouldn't be gone forever when they didn't immediately say anything.
"I just want to get away from...everything. Get stronger, see more of the world, eat a bear claw-"he smiled at the faces his boys pulled. "- maybe go see Percy?" When they still said nothing he pulled away and stood up from the bed. He couldn't understand their expressions and his heart sunk to his feet.
"I-if you don't wanna go, it' okay we don't gotta go-" He was cut off by their arms.
"We wanna go we were just surprised you did. So when are we leaving?" He laughed delightedly and hugged them to death ignoring their mock struggles.
"Go ahead and pack now we'll leave soon. I'll go take care of a few things. " They nodded and darted to their respective closets. They may all sleep in the same room but their clothes couldn't fit in one closet, not without causing a war. He waited adn right on time he heard a crash as they smashed into eachother at the top of the stairs and then proceeded to fall down them.
"That never gets old."
Stiles stared at the motel room door, knowing he'd have to knock eventually. He sighed and raised his fist.
"Stiles?" He whirled around to see his father standing there in his uniform a tired look on his face. Stiles swallowed before nodding to the Sheriff.
"Hi." The Sheriff stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets awkwardly shuffling.
"Hi." They just stared at each other before Stiles sighed explosively running a hand through his shaggy hair.
"I just stopped by to tell you that I'm leaving town, so if the school calls to see where I'm at just tell em' you sent e on a vacation or something. I don't know when I'll be back." Stiles didn't know exactly what the look on the Sheriff's face meant but he didn't really want to spend time thinking about it.
"So I'm going to go now." He walked around him circling so that he wouldn't brush up against him by accident before driving away in his blue jeep. John Stillinski watched all this with hooded eyes before walking into his motel room. He could hear the liquor calling his name. He ignored the tinge in his chest tugging him back towards his leaving son.
Stiles waited patiently at the bottom of the stairs for his boys to hurry up and make their way down. Seriously they acted like they didn't have magic!
"Boys! You have 10 seconds to be front and center or I'm leaving without you!" The customary herd of elephant made their way down the stairs and soon they sprawled in front of him with sheepish smiles on their faces. He raised an eyebrow before shaking his head.
"Let's go. knuckleheads." The laughed before latching on to his arm. "We're going to jump directly to Percy." hey nodded and tightened their grips on their packs. With a though and a light pop, they reappeared.
Stiles had barely gotten to his feet before he had a shield up and surrounding them in a bubble. Several spears swords and knives bounced off the green bubble.
"Stiles? You've got to give a guy more warning than this my man!" Stiles smiled a bit at Percy.
"I could have but your face was worth the army of weapons." Percy blushed before coughing.
"Yeah well." He cleared his throat and looked away. Stiles dropped the bubble and looked around.
Oh.
Looks like he'd landed in the middle of a party of demigods and their parents. Oops.