In A Flash

Chapter Two

I meet my dad by our cars. I run up to him and pull him into a hug. "We won!" I say excitedly into Dad's shoulder. He chuckles at my excitement. "I know, son. And it was because of you," Dad says, smiling as we break apart.

"I kept my head in the game and stayed focused, which made me able to actually play well without anyone realizing what I am!" I remark happily.

"Stiles," Dad says with a serious tone.

"What?"

"Are you afraid?"

"Er, of what?"

"Your powers." I gulp, a little nervous about answering Dad.

"In all honesty, yes. I am afraid of my powers. I don't want to be found out and have all types of tests run on me, or have my friends think I'm a freak," I sigh. Dad puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Son, first of all, your friends would never think of you as a freak. They are your friends. If that isn't enough for you, just remember that they are apart of the supernatural world, so why should they think that you're a freak for having super speed, super healing and some super strength? Second of all, you really shouldn't fear your powers. Try to embrace them. It'll make your old man feel not so guilty about taking you to Star Labs when we were only supposed to be on holiday in Central City." He tells me.

"Dad, I've said it like a million times, don't feel guilty about-" I'm interrupted by my dad.

"Then please try and accept that your powers are a part of you. You've had them for eight years now. You know how to hide them. It's okay to be afraid, but don't let the fear consume you." He tells me. I feel my eyes start to sting. I hug my dad for a few moments. "I promise I'll try," I whisper quietly into my dad's ear. He smiles as we pull apart.

"Thank you." Dad replies. I nod.

"Well, we should head on home. I'll see you there, okay?" I say. Dad agrees, and within moments, we are both in our cars, driving towards our house. When we walk inside, we collapse onto the sofa next to each other. I turn on the TV and we both watch it for a bit. After a while, Dad turns the TV off. "Well, I'm going to bed. Goodnight Stiles." He says, giving me a quick hug before walking up the stairs to his bedroom. I stand in the middle of the living room for a few more moments. I sigh as I trudge up the stairs to my room. I change into some black sweat pants and a plain white t-shirt before jumping into bed. I stare at my ceiling. Today went really great. I pushed the team to victory. Me. Stiles Stilinski. Who knew? I smirk to myself at that thought. I roll over onto my side, trying to get comfortable. Eventually, I fall asleep.

I wake up to the sound of my alarm going off. I groan as my hand flails around, trying to stop it. Eventually, I'm able to silence the alarm. I get up slowly. "Stiles! I'm leaving! I'll see you tonight!" Dad calls out to me from down stairs.

"Okay! See ya!" I shout back in reply. I change into a pair of jeans, a grey shirt with black trims and a blue jumper. I rush around the house collecting the stuff I need for school. Just as I start brushing my teeth, I hear my mobile ring from downstairs. "Crap," I mumble under my breath. I concentrate on  my movement, speeding it up to 20 times the normal human pace. I'm done brushing within 7 seconds. I super speed down the stairs and halt suddenly as I pick up my phone and answer the call. "Hello?" I say, suddenly realizing that I didn't check who called.

"Ah, hello Stiles. It's Deaton." The voice on the other end responds. I remain silent for a second, confused. Why does Deaton have my number? Why would he be calling? "Is anything wrong?" I eventually ask, worry in my tone.

"No, no, it's nothing like that. I'm not always the bearer of bad news, you know." Deaton laughs. I laugh along with him.

"So, what's up then?" I ask curiously after we stop laughing.

"I was wondering if you could see me after you finish school. I think we need to talk."

"Didn't you say there was nothing wrong?"

"There isn't. We just need to talk." Deaton explains vaguely.

"Okay, I guess? I'll see you after school then." I reply after a moment.

"Great, I'll see you then." Deaton says before hanging up. I put my phone in my pocket, still confused. What just happened? I shrug it off as I grab my bag and head out to my jeep.

~~~

A little while later, I'm closing my jeep door, school bag slung over my shoulder. I walk to the school entrance. As I pass through the front door, I'm surrounded by all my friends. Malia jumps into my arms. I grab onto her, surprised. "Hi," I say, my voice laced with confusion. Malia laughs as she clambers out of my arms. "Hey Stiles! Congratulations for your win last night," She grins at me, and I grin back. I then turn to look at Scott, Isaac, Kira and Lydia. Isaac pats me on the shoulder. "How does it feel to be first line?" He asks me with curiosity.

"It's great. Finally I made it off bench. Yes!" I reply, fist pumping the air. Malia giggles.

"Anyway, if we win our next game, we will be in the semi final." Scott informs me.

"Sounds good. Let's win!" I reply enthusiastically. Scott and Isaac nod. Suddenly the bell rings, so we all walk off to class. I have math with Scott first. As I sit down, I lean back in my seat ready to relax. Scott just smirks at me before turning his attention to our teacher. As usual, I'm frustrated by how slow this class is. If only time could go by in a blink, not just me. I write down the math notes from the board, understanding them easily enough. I don't think Malia will in her math class though. I guess she'll just have to come over and study. I grin at the thought of the excuse for seeing her. "Something funny, Mr Stilinski?" The teacher asks me sternly.

"No sir." I mumble.

"Then get back to work." He orders me. I sigh, trying to focus on the math. Eventually, the bell rings and I breathe a sigh of relief. Scott and I rush out of class. As we walk to our lockers, I hear a phone buzz. I know it's not mine. I look to my side to see Scott pulling his phone out of his pocket. He doesn't look happy as he reads the text. He sighs heavily as he puts his phone away. "I'm really sorry about this Stiles, but Derek says he needs me urgently. Right now. I should go to make sure everything is okay." Scott explains.

"Oh, okay. Uh, is anyone else going to meet up with you guys?" I ask. Scott seems to hesitate for a moment.

"He sent the message to a group with Malia, Kira, Lydia, Isaac and I. So yes, I'm assuming they will go too." He answers after a moment. I feel an ache in my chest. Why didn't Derek invite me? Scott seems like he reads my mind. "Don't worry about it too much, Stiles. Either it's not that important, or it's too dangerous for you." He comforts me. Yeah, like he knows what's too dangerous for me. "You might have just contradicted yourself there," I sigh. Scott looks down, feeling guilty. "Stiles, I'm so-" Scott begins before I cut him off.

"No, it's fine. Really. I know that you're all just looking out for me. I appreciate that. Just tell Derek to let me in on things next time, yeah?" I say to Scott. He nods quickly.

"Yeah, definitely.... But are you sure you're okay with this?" Asks Scott.

"Of course. Now go. You wouldn't want to make the sourwolf wait," I tease, a grin spreading across my face. Scott chuckles. "Alright. Well, I'll probably call you later. See ya," Scott replies as he starts to walk away from me. I sigh sadly as I continue walking to my locker. This day is not going so great. I grab my books for my next lesson and walk to class.

~~~

Finally, school ends. I rush out to my jeep and jump in. I close my eyes in relief for a second, grateful that it's the end of the day. After a moment, I open my eyes again, start the jeep's engine and drive to Deaton's. I park the car and hop out quickly. I open the door to the vet and walk inside. No one is at the counter. I walk up to it. "Hello?" I call out. Deaton then appears out of the back room with a warm smile on his face. "Ah, Stiles. It's nice to see you. Come on in." He greets me. I nod as I follow him into the back room . I sit down on the metal bench, swinging my legs. I look up at Deaton, raising my eyebrows expectantly. "Okay, let's get straight down to business." Deaton begins. I nod quickly.

"I know what you can do, Stiles." Deaton tells me.