Magical Mayhem
By the time lunch rolled around Stiles had decided he rather be interrogated over chicken tenders then having the misfortune of getting a heart attack when he entered his room after school, and was greeted by Mr. Creepy Alpha or equally Creepy Uncle, worse if it was both.
Not to mention ignoring Lydia was a bad idea.
"I have mixed feelings about the fact that you all think curly fires is all it takes for me to spill" Stiles said when a plate of said fries was slide in front of him, when he sat down with his lunch, "where did you get them anyway?" he then asked, reaching for them, pouting when they were taken away.
He looked at Lydia who merely raised a brow, with a sigh Stiles leaned back into his chair and told them about his dreams.
"They're not like yours Lydia; I'm not seeing Jennifer "Stiles said, after he finished telling them.
"While that is good, there are still the headaches" Allison pointed out.
Stiles shrugged, having no answer for that.
"Well is there anything else?" Isaac asked.
Stile thought about the new teacher, and what happened in the classroom, then decided against. For all he knew it could be his lack of sleep making him become paranoid of their new teacher (then again considering what happened with Jennifer, maybe not so paranoid).
The group spent the rest of lunch discussing Stiles's dreams until the bell rung. After school, there was Lacrosse practice which was mostly Couch yelling at them. By the time he arrived home his Dad had gone into work. Tired from both practice and lack of sleep the teen forced himself upstairs to his room, longing for his bed.
"Oh my god why!?"
Calming his racing heart Stiles glared at the Alpha that made himself at home on his bed.
"You have a key" Stiles said, once he knew he wasn't going to die via heart attack, and saw his bedroom window opened "I should know, my Dad gave you one after he caught you sneaking in here via window the last time"
Stiles felt a bit giddy at the slight look of sheepishness on the older man's face, and he found himself once again wishing he had been there that day to see that conversation.
"Scott told me about the dreams"
"I'm disowning both Scott and my Dad" the teenager thought as he moved over to the computer chair, "Yeah well" he then said, " there's nothing anyone can do about it, for now they're just dreams, not even nightmares"
"Neither were Lydia's at the beginning"
Stiles sighed, scratching the back of his head beating down the annoyance he was starting to feel, knowing it was no one's fault that everyone was feeling worried considering everything that has happened, but it was going two weeks of little sleep and his patience was almost non-existence.
"Here"
Stiles blinked and barely had time to catch the vile that was thrown at him, it was small with a dark purple liquid in it, curious he looked up at Derek.
"From Deaton, says it should help you sleep" the Alpha said.
"Thanks" Stiles said.
Derek nodded before standing and heading for Stiles's door.
"Derek"
Derek paused.
Stiles opened his mouth ready to tell the other about the new teacher and the strange feeling he got from the man (though why he decided to mention again he was going to be blame on lack of sleep), but then stopped (once again blaming lack of sleep).
"Stiles?"
The teenager looked at Derek who looked five seconds away from tying him to the chair and calling everyone, Stiles's first thought was where would Derek get the rope, his second thought was he was pretty sure the Werewolf had some in the trunk of his car. His third thought was why did Derek have rope in the trunk of his car, his fourth thought was that Derek looked closer and closer to getting said rope.
"Never mind, it's nothing" Stiles said.
"Stiles"
The teenager made a face at the slight growl, but reassured the Werewolf, "Really its fine, just lack of sleep finally getting to me, probably"
Derek stared at the teen, before nodding and leaving.
Stiles knew that wasn't going to be the end.
~.~
"So how was your first day of school?"
Leon rolled his eyes at the grinning man that had flopped down next to him on the sofa.
"Remains me why I never bothered with a Squire"
The man snickered.
"Oh shut up Gwaine," Leon huffed, "and why couldn't Lance do this again?"
"Because Lance is the favorite"
Both men leaned their heads back to look up (and up and up) at the other man that had entered the room.
"I thought I was the favorite" Gwaine whined.
"We only tell you that as not to hurt your feelings" said Leon as he stood up and headed to the kitchen to get a beer, when he came back he blocked the attempt of thief of his drink, "No, you're still off limits after the last time".
Gwaine pouting, the man turned pleading eyes to his other friend.
"Don't even bother" said the man.
"Elyan, Percival and Leon are being mean to me!" Gwaine loudly cried.
"I don't care!" came the response from upstairs.
Percival snickered.
"I should have gone with Lance" Gwaine mumbled, "he's better company then you lot"
"You love us" Percival said.
"Lies, all lies"
"I found him"
Both Percival and Gwaine stopped their bickering and turned to the older man, who had yet to open his beer, instead was staring at it.
"You…you found him?" said Percival, voice tight.
"Are you sure?" Gwaine asked almost anxiously.
Leon nodded, "He was in my class" the man continued on, "he's gotten so big"
There was silence before Gwaine shot off from the sofa and raced upstairs shouting, "Elyan! Elyan! Elyan! Leon found him! He found him!"
~.~
He had to be very quiet, or else he will find him and that couldn't happen. His gave a little gasp when footsteps echoed, coming closer to where he was hidden. Closer and closer they came, his heart pounding heavily in his chest, breath seemly stuck in his throat. Eyes widen when the footsteps stopped right in front of his hiding place, he waited and waited until finally the footsteps continued on.
It was when the footsteps faded did he let out a sigh of relief, not sooner did he let it out did the drapes he was hiding behind get pulled back.
"Found you!"
He squeals and makes a run for it.
"Get back here!"
He runs down the hall, dodging servants who by now know better than to stand in his way, especially when one of his Knights were chasing him.
"Gwaine, Percival, catch him!"
He gasps at the sight of the two Knights headed towards him, before ducking into another corridor, giggling at the cursing behind him. He is almost free when not watching where he's going hits a wall.
"And just where are you running off to?" says the wall.
He looks up at a curious and amused Lancelot.
"Hide me Lancelot, they're coming!" he said before hiding himself inside the Knight's long red cape.
Lancelot raises a brow, smiling when familiar footsteps came running towards him.
"L-L-Lancelot" Gwaine pants, "h-have y-you s-seen t-t-t—"
"No, I have not" says Lancelot just as his cape giggles.
The other Knights give each other knowing looks, before moving closer to their fellow Knight.
"He must have run off somewhere" says Elyan.
"Or hidden himself" Leon suggests, smiling when Lancelot's cape giggles again.
"Or maybe," says Gwaine, "he's. Right. Here!"
Gwaine reaches and grabs the hidden one from underneath's Lancelot's cape.
"Got ya!"
"Nooo" he squeals, laughing when he get tickles.
The sounds echoing around the castle.
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