Changing Patterns

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"Go on, continue." He says slightly high pitched before letting his face fall to a smirk of his own. Peter bared his k-nines in a flash and made them disappear just as quickly.

"Your no good for him. You'll distract him, or hurt him. Happened then, it'll happen know. Stop what your doing stiles or I'll rip your throat out. Literally, tongue to vocal cords and down the esophagus. Got it." Stiles swallowed, ignoring the strange, scared thump in his heart. Peter only seemed proud of himself at the sound.

"There's nothing to stop." Stiles lied, knowing Peter heard it, he shrugged and pursed his own lips and made a promise to himself to actual stop making out with Derek cause Peter is usual true to his word, and stiles. Well Stiles, in his mind, isn't as important to the pack as he really, really is.

So the wolf glared and stiles smiled back. Picking up the journal and laying it on his raised knees again as he repositioned to get comfortable reading again. Peter snarled like an animal and rushed forward to tear the book away from stiles and growl in his face. Though he stopped midway, halting rather unintentionally and growling more at himself then stiles as he looked down at his clawed hands and feet. Stiles blinked at Peter, the Sanctor part of him repelling the wolf. As if he'd known prior what to say, stiles spoke, calmly, shakily, and straight.

"G-get out. Know, join the pack outside." His voice seemed to hiss at Peter in a unruly way.

And the omega listened. Stepping back and shifting to normal. His eyes glowed down revealing a pink hue upon his close face. That is before he growled as he stepped back and turned around, bowing his head to walk to the door and pass a wide eyed Deaton. The other human stared and watched Peter leave. Then being noticed by stiles. The human boy shook his head the tiniest bit and blinked away the pink in a sort of haze before speaking up.

"Deaton? I thought you left Mr. Vet!" Stiles grinned happily at the other man who still seemed wildly surprised.

"Well Derek and I had something to talk about, but I think that is more important. Did he make it all the way out?" Deaton answered quickly.

Stiles only looked confused and looked out the window at Peter coming from the front porch and pausing looking just as confused. "Um..." the boy nods and receives and unhelpful and nerving hum. "What? What'd I do, what is it?" It only took moments for the man to push aside the journal in hand and stand up to run his fingers through his hair.

    Deaton raises his hands before him. "To start. Calm down. And then I will explain that suggestion over the supernatural is possible with what you are."

"I'm sorry, what?" Stiles nervously patted his thighs and continued with bunching up his fists and shaking the nerves from them.

"It's a common ability to be suggestive over certain supernaturals choices. Yours is stronger then I'd have expected it, if you had it at all. Of course it's not control, you don't have control, if they were against the suggestion they could go against it, really it's like making them think that they want to do what your asking over anything. It's a hard one to explain but it is also-"

"Stop! Stop. Stop, stop, stop." Stiles panted and gestured a patting motion to emphasize his words. "That doesn't, that just..." stiles doesn't attempt to speak after his start, panic welling in his chest.

"You haven't used it on anyone." Deaton calmly stated. "You couldn't have, not before. There was always a sort of... resentment in a way. But your abilities only just reawakened, you haven't "controlled" anyone before."

Stiles stared back at the older man know approaching him. Not only was Deaton overly calm his everything seemed calm. The man wore a soft low key smile that signaled his gentle demeanor, and he was always there when needed. The clothes he wore were always single layer, inside or out. To stiles that seemed open, although the vet was nothing at all open to the group. Yet he still held their undying trust and attention. And when Deaton spoke he was monotone with knowledge. He never showed fear or anger or resentment, he was always a brighter angle despite his low show of emotion and appearance. In the moment the vet had reached stiles and slowly fell to the seat besides the younger.

"Your scared-"

"That's obvious." Stiles muttered with a scoff and bowed his head, easily capturing his hands together over his bouncing knee.

"-Your worlds being flipped upside down, your past is changing, and know you can manipulate others to an extent, suggest." Deaton listed lightly, this only earned another soft scoff from stiles.

"I don't trust it." He says lowly, in an attempt to be heard and fear of being heard.

"Of what?" Deaton had stated more then requested, his voice tugged at the answer. The strings hanging delicately in his little voice box being plucked for a response.

"This whole situation. It's like- it's like. Like know, I've become something. Like how over night Scott became a werewolf. And I followed him into this world. Not that I wouldn't end up here anyway right?" Another scoff. "I've never been, I don't know, resented, targeted, by supernaturals. Freaking creatures and shit."

"Are you sure?" Deaton continued, his voice hinting at calm questions. Pulling deeper, stronger wished knowledge to come to the surface.

"Well yeah! I mean, the Kanima only attacked me because of Matt, then there's Scott, and Derek, Isaac, Erica, Boyd. Actually scratch that, Erica and Boyd always wanted nothing to do with me. Derek was always pushing me away, Scott and Isaac hadn't. Malia and I, Lydia was always to good to be around me." Stiles shrugged half heartedly.

"Those are your friends stiles, continue, dig into." Deatons voice was leading, like hypnotherapy.

"The alpha pack wanted Scott and Derek, they used me, Mrs Blake always seemed to not like me, the nogitsune always said he wanted to punish me, take it away and cause pain. The beast, nothing I guess, the ghost riders.." stiles whispered the last.

"You think they were the first?" Stiles looked to Deaton calmly, he'd spoke like he knew something. "That's when you started to manifest. When your mothers ward began to wear off."

"So it was..." Deaton nodded at the boys silence. "After that there weren't any new supernaturals, o-or attacks."

"And know that you've gained it back." Deaton stated to the wide eyed boy who's leg began to shake again. Stiles then turned to the window behind them and watched. His eyes growing larger in horror.

"Oh god!" Stiles yelled as he rushed out of the room toward the stairs. The pack wasn't sparing anymore, they were losing against five vampires.

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