Stiles woke the next morning, his father banging on his door. But another anomaly stood out above all, There was another voice in his head, telling him to wake up. Stiles looked around his room, looking for anyone whispering for him to get up, but found only himself, in the small dark room. Stiles pulled back the duvet, getting out of his bed. Stiles walked to the door, pulling it open, and walking past his father to the bathroom. Stiles started his shower, but brushed his teeth before getting in. Stiles reached his hand out to test the water, but found the water shying away from his hand. He was puzzled by this fact and reached for the water again, still no luck. Stiles waved his hand were the water was supposed to be, but it quickly moved away again and again, not touching Stiles. He sat on the edge of the tub, wondering why the water does not like him. The other person's voice appeared in his head just then again, 'Don't think about the water moving away from you. Think about it touching you.' Stiles stood up from the edge of the bathtub and thought about the warm sensation on his skin, the warmth the hot water brings him, the feel of his slick skin. He reached his hand out, only this time the water danced on his skin, running down his fingertips and falling to the bottom of the bathtub. Stiles hopped into the shower, glad he had that helpful voice, but hoped he wouldn't regret having it.
Stiles walked into his bedroom, swaying his hips slightly, turning to his dresser. Stiles dropped his towel, that was resting on hsi waist, and started to pull open the top drawer, when he stopped. He hear someone clear they're throat behind him, making him swivel around on his ankles. There was an outline of a person standing in a dark corner of Stiles' room, he stained his eyes to see who it was, when his desk light came on. Derek stood in the corner, looking down at Stiles' junk. Stiles quickly retrieved his towel, shielding himself from the eyes of Derek Hale. "What do you want?" Stiles asked as he slipped on a black pair of Boxer briefs under his towel. "I was making my rounds when I caught your scent. Your smell is off and there is a pack meeting tonight." Derek supplied as he sat at the desk chair. "What do you want me to do about it?" Stiles had just slipped on his jeans when Derek stood, walking towards the window. "Whatever your hiding I'll find out." And then, he was gone. Stiles picked up a shirt off of the floor and put it on. He wasn't going to have his day ruined by a sour-wolf.
Stiles pulled down the attic steps, climbing up them. He found the chest sitting in the middle of the copper circle, and Stiles wondered if why he couldn't do the spell was in one of those books. Stiles grabbed the lock on the chest, and it poped open, like before. He pulled out the Spells book opening the cover. Stiles read the second page out loud. "Magic, a useful tool, can be used in many different ways. This magical book and items set is based off of the magical user's will power, and beleife. Although magic can be dangerous in some forms, this beliefe system is almost evil free. You have to believe spells will work, for them to." Stiles let the words sink in before he moved the chest out of the copper circle and placed his two fingers on the circle again. A white figure appeared before him, before he had even cast the spell. A woman smiled back at him. "Hello." The mystery woman said, her voice like angels. "I am Hera, I am here to un-bind your magic Stiles." The woman walked to Stiles, she picked him up and sat him in the middle of the copper circle. She placed two fingers on the copper circle in the floorboards. The circle changed under her touch. The copper that was once cool and hard now looked like it was melted, and Stiles could feel the heat radiating off of it. The woman raised her arm slowly, A mask of smoke flowing up from the ring. The mask was all around Stiles, covering him. He blacked out before he could see any more.
When Stiles woke the woman was sitting in a throne that wasnt there before, her face tired. "Hello." The woman said, a small tired smile upon her lips. "Takes a lot of energy un-binding such powerful magic." Stiles looked up at the woman, "Does this mean your my familiar?" The woman laughed. "No, Stiles. Very powerful witches, like you, don't need a familiar. Your mother underestimated how your magic abilities would grow with your age. Your one of the most powerful witches in the universe right now Stiles. A familiar will draw away from that power." With the words said, the woman dissipated. Stiles watched as the throne she was sitting in turned to flames and flickered away.
Stiles stood up, he could feel the static charge in the room, but he could also feel a energy around him. Stiles smiled at the thought of it being his mothers, it smelled like lavender, and Ozone. He picked up the spell book lying on the floor, and opened it. He flicked through some of the pages, some of the spells almost useless, but most very useful. Stiles turned the page once more, seeing a spell he wanted to do. Stiles sat in the middle of his now golden, circle. He paused, the spell required a crystal. Stiles picked up a rock that was lying next to a stack of boxes and transmuted the rock into a clear crystal. Stiles held the crystal to his chest as he casted the Nexus spell. The spell was a magical plain, you could enter people's dreams, or even visit with the dead. Stiles longed for hearing his mothers voice again.
When Stiles woke up, he was in the kitchen of his house. The mixer was on and a woman stood, holding it. The mixer was mixing something in a bowel, but his eyes couldn't leave his mother. "Mom." Stiles said, voice broke. The woman looked up. "Genim, so you finally got into that chest. Who's your familiar?" Stiles smiled at his mother, "A woman, Hera came and unbound my magic, didnt even cast the familiar spell, said I didnt need it." The look on his mothers face was pure joy. "My baby boys one of the five." She said proudly, pulling Stiles into a hug. She pulled back after a few minutes, smiling at him. "Now help me make some cookies." Stiles got out the baking sheet, spraying it with non stick spray, as his mother placed dollops of cookie dough on the sheet. Stiles was just happy to help his mother again.
Stiles woke from his Nexus spell, a smile plastered on his face. Stiles looked down at his phone, checking the time. It was about six fifty P.M. and Stiles needed to get to the pack meeting. Stiles decided he would tell everyone about his magic tonight, so he brought his spell book, locking his chest back up, he went down the attic steps. His father wasnt home, which Stiles was grateful for. Stiles ran into his room, reaching for his keys, when he thought otherwise. Stiles pulled out one of the items his mother had in her trunk, and held it in his hand. The item was a magical rock, the rock glowed blue under Stiles' touch. Stiles thought of the Hale manor, and with a flash of light, Stiles was standing in front of the Hale manor. Stiles walked up the steps, just before walking into the house, an invisible force pushed him back, keeping him from passing over the threshold. "Hale family witch, please let me pass." The invisible force was gone now, and Stiles walked inside the house. Stiles sat his spell book on a coffee table in the living room, turning to a marked page he placed his hand on a wall of the house. Stiles started to cast the spell, when he could start to feel the spell work, he pulled his hand away. Stiles walked outside, watching as the house, rebuilt itself, from the spot Stiles has his hand on the wall. Stiles walked inside the house, smiling. He picked up his spell book, and on his way out he stopped by the door. "Your welcome, Hale family." He continued his walk outside, content with himself. Stiles appeared at Derek's loft, but not in front of it, no. Stiles appeared in Derek's bed room. 'Great' Stiles thought, 'now I'll have to explain why I was in Derek's bedroom.' Stiles walked out of Derek's bedroom, but no one seemed to suppressor by it. They all just continued to sit there and watch the movie that was on T.V. Derek gave him a questionable glare but none else seemed to have anything to say. "Why haven't all of you freaked out?" Stiles asked, they all looked at him in confusion. "I just walked out of Derek's bedroom and y'all didn't say anything." They all just looked at each other. Isaac decided to speak up. "We thought Derek finally got the balls to do it, i guess." They all nodded in agreement, except for Derek, who was flushed pink. Stiles smiled at the flush on Derek's face, then he was interrupted by the laughing of the pack. "Well, that's not what happened, not saying I wouldn't disagree to it, but I an a witch, and I apparently teleported there for some reason." Stiles said as he sat down next to Derek. The whole pack turned to him. "Your a what?" The pack asked in unison. "Witch." Stiles said simply. "Oh and I have a surprise, everyone stand up." The pack did as they were told, which was weird all by itself. "Everyone needs to be touching each other." After they all where touching, Stiles thought of the Hale manor as he held his rock close to him. The flash of light did nothing to Stiles and Lydia, but the were wolfs didn't like it very much.
When the pack opened they're eyes they all gasped at the sight. The Hale manor, tall and proud, stood fixed. The house didn't even looked like ti was burned down by a syco. Derek grabbed Stiles, pulling him into a hug, almost making him drop his spellbook. Stiles could feel the muscles flush against his body. Stiles reveled in the hug for a minute more, before Derek dropped him. "Thank you." Derek said as he let Stiles go. Derek walked up the steps, opening the door to the house. The pack filed in the newly refurbished Hale Manor, all they're faces shocked at how beauitful the house is. Derek even cried a little, which supprised all of them, except Stiles, Stiles knew Derek was a softie inside.