The title means Spark in Polish. I don't speak polish and I don't want to use google translate. so I found good places at least to help.

It was quite drive, even when he had his music on as background noise. The roads seem to narrow down to one, a country road, part with gravel. The Trees made it harder to see around him, it was almost like they were protecting the area.

Stiles wanted to just stay here, away from Beacon hills. But it couldn't do that to his father.

But moment away from werewolf's was better than staying. He was sure that the sanity he still had left would end up gone if he had to listen to Scott.

His eyes scanned the road, as he followed his dads car. They would be near the cabin soon. He remembered it from kid. It was one of the memory's that played like slide show in his head.

It was before his mother got sick.. before things went wrong. He has his parents would go to cabin almost every summer. But after his mom died. .. he didn't visit it.

It wasn't huge cabin, it had two bedrooms, kitchen, bathroom, and basement. That's it.

It was barley a home.. but .. something he didn't mind running towards.

Stiles could see it now. As the sea of trees seem to move out of the way, the small cabin stood on hill. It was brown one, with green, forest green metal roof. It barley stood out. And for second he was sure he would blink and it was gone.

His father stop the car and he followed, parking the jeep beside him, so his father can leave if he was called out. He paused watching his father Grabe a orange gas tank from the back of car and headed towards small shack. The Generator would be there. And Stiles was told that he would have enough to last a week.

Stiles was thankful for that.

Stiles gave his dad hug, as he father got the call.

" I'm sorry Stiles.. " his father sighed wanting to at least spend some time with the other.

"Hey you're the sheriff, Beacon Hills needs you pops" he smiled at father giving him hug.

"I'll be okay, I'll be drowning in homework that Harris gave me" he joked but most likely it would be true.

" Promise I'll visit maybe even bring curly fries" his father left after teasing, even though curiosity wondered what was going on. Nope it was NOT his business. He was taking a week or so off. Maybe teaching others a lesson.. that they need him..

They DID need him RIGHT?!

The bags hit the wooden floor as he went to sat down on the mismatch brown sofa. Stiles sat down as his hand touched quilt next to him. He picked it up in his hands as his breathing hitched. He closed his eyes as he held it close.

This was his mothers quilt.

The quilt was big, and almost bigger than him. It was also soft white with colorful patterns. His mother loved it, one of his favorite patches was small orange fox in corner. After moment he was tired but curiosity got the best of him. He step towards the right... looking at a small bookcase with strange writings. One of them.. he thought he remembered.

It was a thick brown leather bound book with fire symbol sketched into the binder. With the word. " Iskra " .

He recognized, his mothers writing. He couldn't help but he open the book. As he did... everything went dark.