Changing Patterns

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    "Yes." He hissed jumping up and making his way back down stares, Peter reached him first and gripped the humans shirt tugging him forward.

    "What're you up too?"

    "Nothing." Stiles pushed against Peter. "I found a way to break that witches spell, that's all I'm doing!" Peter pushed stiles back with a glare and started down his hall toward his room with a snarl. Stiles sighed again as he ran the rest of the way to the kitchen and popped open the tuba-ware to pull out the glass.

    The human dropped the shards into the bowl and watched the glass turn into dust and mix in, changing the mixture blue. Stiles grinned to himself and dipped his fingers into the liquid as instructed, then grabbing the bowl and making his way to the front door. He pulled open the door and stepped out of the chilling cold fall air, his red t-shirt not doing much for him. Stiles lowered down and closed his eyes reciting the spell backwards, like he had read from the paper as he poured the liquid over the edge of the first step. The blue water diminished into dust as it hit the wood, only wetting slightly before the entire step was covered. Stiles gasped as the water on his fingers sizzled and dusted off.

    The human grinned to himself begging the world it worked as he placed the know empty bowl onto the floor. He sighed and stepped forward to lower his foot softly to the first step. His foot plants and stays. The human shot open his eyes and smiled and he ran down the steps and kicked up dirt from the clearing they used as a driveway. He yelped out happily and swung his arms up in the air before his neck pinched and the muscles felt like the seized up.

    "Ow! Fuck, fuck.." stiles gripped his neck and bowed forward before sighing at the pain disappearing and stood up again. "I hate magic." He grumbled in response. "Okay," he started with a sigh. "Know for the blood suckers who think their cool."

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    "What do you mean he's gone?" Derek asked as he growled at his uncle, the man crossing his arm and leaning back in his chair.

    "I mean~ stiles left the house, he broke the spell and was acting weird."

    Derek turned around toward the kitchen counter and bowing his head to think. He heard stiles this morning, he told Derek he loved him. And then what? Left? Derek's eyes widened as he spun around and stared at Peter.

    "He didn't just leave, fuck yesterday he was talking about-" Derek hadn't even finished his sentence before the front door burst open and Erica limped in.

Her eyes were wide and breath heavy as she panted, she fell forward yelping for someone to catch here. Derek scooped his hands under her arms and help her around her back and to his chest. She panted gripping her hands into Derek's back. Erica leaned back and tried to speak, muttering nothing as she looked between Derek's eyes with tears. The alpha leaned her up pushing closed the door and leaning her back so she could comfortably lay against it.

"Peter get the pack. Now!" Derek growled again, similar to how he had when speaking of stiles. The man's uncle nodded sprinting off up the stairs and toward the bedrooms.

"St-Sti-..." Erica tried before losing her words to breath and Derek sweeped his arm behind her back and legs pulling her up into bridal style.

"What about stiles, is he okay?" Derek rushed to speak as he carried the woman over to set her down at the dinning table. A shaking yet strong hand gripping his shoulder.

"Let her breath first, what's wrong with you?" Boyd snapped as he lowered to kneel before his girlfriend who practically jumped into his arms.

"Don't start Boyd, Erica are you okay?" Cora spoke up as she made her way to the woman's side pulling her hand from Allison's. The werewolf having already confronted her girlfriend about a certain change.

"Im-I'm better." She answered. "Stiles he- I don't even know how he found us."

Deatons voice rang through the room after Erica finished. "He probably didn't."

"What do you mean?" Scott crossed his arms besides Isaac and Jackson.

Deaton nodded toward Peter as he returned with the rest of the pack. "I've seen it, stiles is about to do more than I thought. We call it suggestion. Basically mind control but lighter, a suggestion you want to follow."

"And what does that mean Deaton?" Derek grouched as his claws flexed out and pulled back in again.

"He let them find him. Most likely, then used his ability to get them to bring him to Erica and let her go." The man dropped a small case on the table and tapped Boyd's shoulder to get him to move. The man did and let Deaton look over Erica. "Based on his voicemail that would be my guess."

"Voicemail ? What voicemail ?" Derek snapped quickly his attention shifting from his hands to the man.

Deaton pulled his phone from his pocket opening it to the phone app and placing it on the table before grabbing the kit he brought with him. "This one." Deaton pressed play.

"You may or may not play this for the pack, presumably yes, so... fuck it. I broke the thing, the witches spell and know I'm in the woods, probably best to tell at least someone. You remember that thing I did with Peter, actually multiple times, still don't know how to control it but we're gonna try. And if you do play this for the pack, Erica i hope your home safe, if this works you are or will be. Scott I love you man your my best friend, but you better take care of Isaac, he's the sweetest thing you ever have- tell him. And Derek, in a hypocrite I'm sorry. I love you. See ya Deaton, thanks."

Stiles's voice cracked as he ended the call, Lydia clinging to Aiden's chest and Isaacs eyes edge on tears as Allison gasped.

"What is he doing?!" Scott yelled through worry, his mind ablaze and eyes scanning the phone as if it had answers.

"Protecting us..." Derek answered in a mutter as he stared wide eyed at the floor, arms crossed over his chest.

"What?" Lydia muttered through a sniff, she lifted her head from Aiden's chest.

"He thinks he's protecting us, last night he was talking about being scared for us and wanting to keep us safe. I think he's sacrificing himself."

    "Alright, so what's our plan. You fuckers always have a plan no matter how crazy, or stupid. So what's our plan to save the stupid human." Peter for once spoke with optimism.

    "I think Scott's rubbing off on you." Derek snarked.

    "And Balindki is rubbing off on you." The omega rounded back with a snarl.

    "That happens when you spend time with your mate." Derek looked away with a scoff.

    "I knew it! Sorry, I knew something changed I just couldn't put a name to it." Isaac burst out causing a laugh through the group as he pointed at an annoyed looking Derek.

    "Well lovely we're sticking together as a pack, but we should really make a plan here." Deaton smiled at the group who got suddenly serious and agreed.

    "Let's do this." Scott grinned propping his arms up over his chest looking soundly confident.

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