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No Relation 4
Derek had joined his sister in the booth. Sitting across from her he looked longingly at her plate for a few seconds before calling the waitress over and ordering the same thing. Then his nose twitched and he looked around the small café curiously.
"They just left," Kenzi told her brother helpfully.
His eyebrow raised, he asked, "You met them"
"Nope, just happened to be in the right place at the right time, and listened in." Kenzi said cheekily before she continued to savor her meal. Places to eat on the bus route were questionable, if not down right disgusting, so the werewolf was starving.
The Alpha merely shook his head and said, "You have got to be the best bait for a luck fae there ever was."
"Actually met one of those while I was away, yeah. Kind of a greasy guy I have to say." the younger woman said a little cheekily. They stopped speaking for a while when the waitress delivered her brothers food.
She wasn't surprised when her brother soon caught up with her in the consumption of the meal. She had learned to savor her food when she could. You never knew how long it might be before you got another well prepared meal. Such enjoyment shouldn't be wasted.
Unfortunately Derek had never really learned to cook for himself. Although Kenzi loved her mother and respected her memory, she totally blamed her for that fact. Their mother loved to cook for the entire pack but never trusted anyone else in her kitchen, especially not any of her own children.
Kenzi was so caught up in her memories she nearly missed the last bit of burger and shake and that really would have been a shame but that also meant she and Derek had to talk about the reason she was there. "So what's with the howl, bro?"
Derek then proceeded to catch her up on everything that had happened. Peter's betrayal of Laura. Derek killing Peter hi return to the land of the living. In between that her brothers gifting a bunch of teens with the Bite. His subsequent difficulties with preparing the teens for what was coming and the defecting of three of their number and the frustrations of dealing with Peter's psychotic choice for a Beta. His adoration for the huntress, who had been here with the other two earlier.
"Honestly, the other two are the only reason I still bother with Scott anymore." Derek admitted with a groan as he rubbed both hands over his bearded face tiredly.
Kenzi smiled sympathetically at her brother as she caught his hand and replied, "I'm here now, I'm on your side but if you start treating me like a kid again…I don't care if you are the Alpha now. I can still kick your ass, and I will."
~O~
Kenzi was about ready to make good on her threat to Derek about kicking his ass. Only she didn't think she was going to limit herself to just her brothers ass in this case. Her uncle and his Beta were quickly raising her ire to a whole new level with both their stupidity and arrogance.
"Perhaps we should contact the Council," Peter suggested doubtfully.
Derek merely glares at his uncle. Scott though eagerly asks his creator, "What council?" As if the mysterious governing party he was just now hearing about had all the answers.
Yes her brother had apparently not told his new Pack members anything and she met anything about the fae or what they were. Not a blessed thing which in some respects suited her just fine, except for their wannabe emissary/wannabe Druid. That and the Spark in the room.
Stiles was also very curious about the fae and the council. Kenzi can tell from his scent without even seeing his face. She however had no intention of letting her brother go to them with this. They may be a small pack but they were her Pack and she wasn't going to let the unfeeling fae from the north influence their little group.
She snorted and said, "The council doesn't care about us or our troubles Uncle. If they did I'm sure they would have stopped the Alpha Pack by now. Don't you think that any of the other Packs they've decimated have done just that?" she said venom in her voice and her anger with the aforementioned groups obvious. "Don't you think that the Packs with a lot more influence and power have asked for the councils intervention? Do you think they ever did anything to help, no. Do you know why? Because it didn't gain them anything. The council used to be a fair and just governing party…at some time, but not in our lifetime I'm pretty sure."
Peter was actually looking around nervously as if he expected a fae spy to jump out and drag them all off to a fae dungeon somewhere. Derek was actually listening to her, he was scowling, but he was listening. The teens were listening to her, heck even the vet was listening. Although he too looked a little nervous but they were at least all listening.
"The council only cares if they gain something from intervening, another powerful fae, or money, or prestige or something useful. The dark fae only care if it's money or mayhap a little chaos. So who knows they might even be helping Decaulion's crew, but they aren't going to help us."
"We have to help ourselves. I wouldn't trust anyone from the council. How do you think they enslaved all of the Shifter Pack's in the old country's? Favors owed. Debts repaid over centuries." Peter actually looked shamed as if he remembered now. He should, Kenzi thought. It was him who had told her and her siblings the stories.
The boy Issac looked bruised. Physically, emotionally and mentally he looked like a walking bruise. As if he were literally a kicked puppy. Derek had given her an idea of his background and Kenzi had a fleeting thought of why people sometimes seemed to have stuff piled on them. One thing after the other, but then she thought about her brothers other Betas who were still being held captive and said firmly, "So let's talk strategies. We now have an idea where they are, let's talk about how to get them back." she said firmly.
Stiles raised his hand, "Actually I may have some ideas about that."
~O~
Several days later: Kenzi had decided that she really liked Stiles. He had come up with the plan to get the Betas back. He had even run interference to keep them from getting recaptured.. Then everybody else had pretty much ignored him. As far as she could tell the teen was a frigging genius.
She really wanted to smack her brother upside his head when the young man had basically volunteered to help and her brother had slapped him down. Then he had ended up risking becoming the Alpha Pack's chew toy to give the rest of the Pack the time they needed to free the captured members of their Pack and Cora!
He had saved several humans with the help of his friends Scott and Lydia he had managed to divert the maddened Pack members. Still her brother managed to alienate the trio as if they had done nothing. While nearly getting himself killed.
Being overlooked and ignored because you were "merely human". Yeah after the past couple of years McKenza could definitely identify with that. The funny thing was she didn't think it was deserved for either of the two "mere humans".
She'd met enough banshees up north to recognize their scent. The fact that neither Derek nor Deaton couldn't, not to mention her own uncle, "Clueless." she sing-songed under her breath.
Her uncle after the emissary was the Bolverk or doer of evil deeds. He was supposed to be an expert of any and all potential dangers that the Pack might potentially come in contact with. Including how to destroy those dangers in case it became an issue.
The fact he didn't recognize the strawberry blond teen for a banshee was mind boggling. Kenzi was also ready to have a fit about Deaton not even trying to train the young Spark. Thus she was at the vet clinic having the conversation with him, "I'm not a real Druid," he was trying to use as an excuse.
"No but you were enough of one that my Mom accepted you as her emissary for our Pack. Which meant that while you didn't have the power, you did know the spells and could train him."
The usually unflappable vet had nearly rolled his eyes at her. That's when Kenzi saw it, the real reason he didn't want to train the boy who could become his replacement at the least or possibly even his better. Kenzi didn't usually have the gift of prophecy or seeing. In that moment though, she saw the Spark as a full blown mage and standing at the right hand of her brother the Alpha. At his left was an equally red-eyed Scott McCall.
Her silver eyes glimmered with fury, as she stormed out of the vet's office wondering how much the Druid knew about what was really going on in their little town and just how much more he could have done to protect them all from the stuff that had been going on lately.
Instead of joining the others at the loft for the strategy meeting, she went to find Stiles. She found the teen at his house in his bedroom. She managed to get to the second story and eavesdrop. Just in time to hear Stiles offer to help someone on the phone. Before he could even finish the person on the other end of the call, probably her brother or uncle if she had to guess, shot the offer down.
He hung up looking both frustrated and dejected, "I think that's a great idea but I think you need a few quick lessons first."
Stiles looked startled at both her sudden appearance and that she was supporting his idea. As if he were used to being dismissed by the others, probably his father did the same thing too. Well that was going to end tonight if she had anything to say about it.
Stiles looked excited and intrigued with the idea, then a shadow crossed his face as he explained, "Uh, Kenzi, I'm not exactly the mot coordinated person around." So if you're planning on teaching me how to fight , might be better if you didn't, for both of our sakes."
"Trust me, I don't break that easy." Kenzi said with a decidedly feral look. "Besides not gonna be teaching you normal self defense. Are you a Harry Potter fan?"
"Of course," the teen said unabashedly. His expression clearly said, "Who wouldn't be?"
"Which one did you identify with more? Harry?" she asked silver eyes curious.
"Naw. When it all started I felt more like Ron. Kind of a klutz, fathers with the law more or less and lots of siblings. I always wanted siblings," Stiles explained, "Then discovered all of the stuff about werewolves and monsters were true and I wanted to be Hermoine, human having no idea any of this was real until one day it was and you were part of it. Then it was books, cleverness and being a bad ass magic user. Only they don't really have spell books for Sparks in the local library."
Kenzi was charmed by the young man's rambling explanation, "Yeah but a Spark doesn't necessarily need a spell as much as a ley line and a good imagination."
"I remember ley lines. From what I remember they are lines of power and magic in the earth. In ancient times people built structures like Stonehenge, the Pyramids and Macchu Piccu along ley lines to pull up the power for their rituals." the young man said his eyes going distant as he recalled the memories.
"I have a feeling your going to become a very good pupil," Kenzi said clearly impressed with his memory. "And for the record my favorite was Lupin. Naturally."
"Yeah, but werewolves don't do magic." Stiles said. "According to Deaton anyway."
"Deaton, is mistaken. Most werewolves don't do magic, because they can't access the ley lines. We can use the power that's in our spirits but its very draining and some think it draws the very life out of us." Her long dark hair went flying as she shook her head, "Superstitious bunch."
She went on to explain, "Most werewolves who know how to access the power within them still save it all up for a curse. The death curse is very powerful, very scary stuff."
"Death curse?" Stiles croaked questioningly.
"When a werewolf dies…" she hesitated remembering all of the deaths her own family had experienced and the near death experiences of a certain D-wolf. "It's a very powerful thing because its not usually supposed to happen. We're fae, we don't just die. It takes a lot to kill us and its not usually of natural causes, there's more than likely an element of violence involved. That makes it even more powerful. Anger, death, violence and vengeance are all usually elements of a werewolves death."
"Something that hunters either choose to ignore or they just don't know about." she said with a shrug.
"Are you saying Kate was probably cursed when…" then realizing how little the young woman probably wanted to talk about this subject Stiles mouth snapped shut with an audible click
"My mom was very powerful, I have a feeling her curse is still happening." Kenzi looked at the young man and continued, "I think she probably cursed all the Argents, not just Kate."
"And Erica," the Spark asked looking very saddened just mentioning his comatose friend.
Again the shrug, "She may not have been aware of it, it's a good thing she didn't use it though. It might have finished her off, before we found them. As weak as she was when we found her though, someone will feel the back lash from that."
Determined to take their minds off the darkness surrounding them right now so that the Spark could concentrate on using his vast imagination for the greater good, Kenzi said, "Now let's see if the great and powerful Stiles can match the Incredibleness that is the Kenzi."