A/N~ Had an idea for it to go a totally different way but the story itself had other ideas. Trying to catch up from last week so I hope you guys enjoy this. Please continue to read and enjoy and let me know what you think. ~A

Chapter 6

Kenzi takes Stiles to a warehouse on the outskirts of town. After explaining, "Magic can do a lot of harm when you first start out. So protecting the Muggle's is important." Stiles was half in love with the girl when she said that. Right up until he actually thought abut what she said and then he asked, "What about protecting the Stiles?"

Instead of answering she laughed, Stiles grumped she actually laughed at his very real concerns. "Alright so what do you like to do in your spare time? For fun or relaxation," Kenzi asked.

"Research," Stiles said simply. Kenzi squinted at him balefully, when she realized that the teen was being quite serious. The female werewolf shook her head as she said, "Remind me to have a talk with you later about life outside of the supernatural. In the meantime, you have to enjoy doing something else, besides research."

"Well, I like doing the cooking, I like lacrosse, I'm not great at it, but I enjoy the strategies in the game. I also enjoy playing video games, for pretty much the same reasons."

"Cooking and strategy, yeah we can work with that," she said thoughtfully and then grinned as she said, "Think of magic like it was a combination of recipes and strategy."

"You're a Spark that requires imagination, which with the gaming thing you probably have in ample supply. So that part is taken care of but you'll find some spells that require components a little bone dust here, a little mugwort there, you have to follow the recipe carefully. At least at first, when you get a little more confident with it, a little more experienced then it gets exciting. You get to think of it like any recipe. You experiment, add your own little flair, tweaking it to make it stronger, more effective, faster. After a while you may even be able to do the spell without the components."

Kenzi closed her eyes drew in a deep breath and turned to face him, her eyes opened and flashed gold. She was a beautiful woman and if Stiles hadn't been more interested in her brother he might have been so focused on that beauty that he didn't notice the staff that suddenly extended from her palm. He dodged back just as she swung out lightly with the weapon. If it had struck it wouldn't have killed him but would definitely have felt like being on the lacrosse field and hit by one of the beefier players.

Stiles felt the staff whistle past his face, the wind from the swipe actually moved his hair off of his forehead. Without thought and truthfully he didn't know where the action came from, Stiles held his hands up in a defensive gesture, finding his lacrosse stick in his hands to block her next move, a parry.

Both of them stared in surprise at the sporting equipment and Stiles drew it back and began to inspect it. He whispered, "There's my mark, this is my stick. I left it back at the house though. It was up in my room, leaning against one corner of my room."

"Teleportation is pretty advanced stuff," Kenzi agreed. Tracing the section of stick that Stiles had indicated had his mark, sure enough there was a nick out of the lacrosse stick about midway down. It was curved but there was no spur or splinter. Conjuration would have been like pulling a rabbit out of thin air."

"You mean like what you did with the staff?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah, you also put that strategic part of your brain to good use, and you're fast. All excellent traits Stiles, I have to say I'm impressed. Really. No formal training and you're doing this stuff, already. I'm almost worried about what you're going to come up with." she said with a wicked grin.

He tilted his head slightly to offer an equally evil smile back and said, "Why do I think you're actually looking forward to it?"

"Oh I definitely am. I think you're going to be a lot of fun actually. I can hardly wait." Kenzi said as the staff turned into golden light and disappeared from sight. "First things first, basic defensive spells," she said her eyes flashing gold at the memory of the fae trials. Bo's first introduction to other fae, well other than Kenzi of course. The one who had messed with her mind, the thought of something like that going up against Stiles, didn't sit well with the grey eyed woman.

"Last I heard of Kali she worked with a druid, if the druid taught Kali any tricks, you need to be able to counter them." Kenzi said thoughtfully and a little morosely she remembered the little factoid from a conversation between Trick and Dyson. When they thought their little human was three sheets to the wind. She did her best intelligence gathering at those times, although it was annoying as all hell to be treated like she was part of the furniture.

She shook her head, her long hair swinging around her face softly. Determined to concentrate on keeping her Pack safe and training this human member so he wouldn't end up being the weakest link and might just end up being the strongest member of the Pack. Maybe even worthy of being the Alpha's mate.

Stiles looked at Kenzi with just a hint of trepidation as the expression on her face had turned positively Machiavellian, he was about to ask what she was thinking when she said, "Let's get started."

~O~

Dyson stared at the screen in horror and quite frankly shock. He was familiar with the expression "someone walking over his grave". He was probably around when the term was coined. The chill that went down his spine and the raised hairs that rippled along his arms made him even more aware of the saying.

He was staring into Kenzi's face and it belonged if the search results were to be believed to one of the survivors of the Hale Pack destruction. The family had been from Beacon Hills, and were the hereditary protectors of that area and the Nemeton that grew there

The Nemeton acted as a beacon for the supernatural and had been active for a very long time. Even though its power had been reduced by someone cutting it down, it still called to fae and they answered by coming. Hunters also came, and one hunter family in particular.

Although supposedly a pact was arranged between the two families, it had long been suspected that one of the Hunters had been behind the fire that had killed nearly the whole Pack. The timing had been a little too convenient because of the Wolf Moon reunions occurring the night of the fire.

The face on his computer screen was clearly Kenzi, a slightly younger version but still clearly the same woman. The crimes were misdemeanors and all pretty typical teenaged mischief, then she suddenly disappeared shortly after the fire. There was a little blurb at the bottom that said, "It is suspected that she perished in the fire."

Except he knew that wasn't the case, because she had been here. He set that part aside for the time being because she was really a Hale. One of the Hales, of Beacon Hills. The Pack had been practically royalty before the passing of Talia Hale. Her daughter Laura had been Alpha after she had passed. Now he wasn't sure and the fact that Kenzi had disappeared now and on family business… raised a lot of questions for the wolf.

One, why would Kenzi lie about who she was. Ok so she hadn't actually lied, she had told them McKenzie Hale was one of her aliases. Two why would she imply she had no idea who fae were or let them know she was a werewolf. Three how had she pulled it off? Scent alone especially considering his lineage should have given it away.

Of course considering her past a little paranoia was to be expected, after all the fae council had been suspected to be behind the attack on the Hale Pack initially. There were still rumors floating around about their involvement with the Hunters. So suspicion from this particular werewolf about the fae council could be ore than understandable when she came in contact with mainstream fae.

Hadn't he…they earned her trust after all this time though? Trick and he had practically nursed her back to health after the foot soup incident. He thought he had made his feelings for the little human clear but then he had also made it very clear on the multitude of times that she had angered him as well.

Bo had made her feelings for the young Goth woman clear as well. Of course Bo was also an unaligned fae. An unheard of thing, and while it drew more attention to Bo it also shone a light on her supposed little human. Fae often went for the weakest link and yet Kenzi had survived. Now Dyson wondered how much of that was because of her "amazing luck" and how much was because she was a werewolf fae hiding in plain sight.

Of course Bo may also be a little pissed that Kenzi had hidden this from her. Come to think of it why was Kenzi hiding who she was. Perhaps she too suspected the council of being involved in the deaths of her family. His thoughts were honestly everywhere at the moment. He suddenly had the urge to go and find the younger fae and have a long talk, see shouting match, with her.

How to take a leave and go track her down without the interest of his partner, former girl friend, mentor and the fae council being piqued, that was the thing.

~O~

Kenzi begins training Stiles.. The magic comes easily to the young Spark, and when the time comes Kenzi is totes going to take credit for that. Stiles had taken one look at the small amount of mountain ash in the vial and raised his eyebrow and said, "You're kidding right?"

"Judge me by my size, do you?" Kenzi said with an accent.

Stiles eyes widened and sparkled as he said, "Oh thank god." He hugged her enthusiastically and as he spun her around he added, "I was beginning to wonder how long I would have to deal with these blasphemers. At last someone who has at least seen the movies." He set Kenzi back on the ground and bowing with a flourish before her. "I am your humble padiwan milady."

Kenzi was giggling by the time the teen had placed her back on her feet. But still had a smile on her face as she held up the vial again. "You know what this is, obviously."

"Yeah but what am I supposed to do with that little bit? Make a circle around a salamander?" Stiles said sarcastically.

"Don't mock salamanders." Kenzi said sharply. "They're five and a half feet of claws, teeth, scales and fire." She said and thumped him in the center of his head with thumb and forefinger, as a reminder.

"This would be enough mountain ash," she said holding up the vial again, to actually make a good sized circle around you and a few Pack mates." She reached into her voluminous messenger bag and pulled out a small sized peanut butter jar that was again about half full of mountain ash.

"This is enough to encircle a fair sized building, not that you have to do that usually. Just putting it around the doors and windows, will keep your enemy out. Unfortunately it also keeps your Pack in, which can make them sitting ducks if the enemy decided to say burn down the building. And that's where the strategy starts to kick in." she said powering past the awkwardness of the Hale fire. "Let's keep going…"

The Goth werewolf does each task just once to demonstrate how to perform a spell. By the end of half an hour Stiles had managed to circle himself with a mountain ash shield. By the end of an hour the dark haired teen had formed a baseball sized ball of energy, that stayed under his control for a grand total of two minutes.

Two hours after that she watched though as the kid flamed out literally and had to use her limited reserves to trip the antiquated sprinkler into releasing a rusty, smelly shower of water on the blaze Stiles had started.