Some other person

The pack visits Casa Stilinski

It's almost 8.....he told them to be here at 8.......fucking teenagers......Derek thinks to himself........he looks up at the night sky.....it's full moon next Tuesday night........ he hears the sound of a loud bike heading this way........and he knows it's Scott's bike........and he has Issac on there with him.............he sighs............ sees the headlights of Lydia's car......he can tell by the heartbeats that Allison is with her..... so the pack is there.......well not Peter......but the rest are here..........Peter will never come when he says..........he's always off doing ......fuck who knows........and more importantly .....who wants to know what Peter gets up to when he's off doing his thing........ Derek sure as hell doesn't want to know......that way.....he has credible deniability......... he's safe from the crazy that is all that's left of his uncle........

One thing Derek can be thankful for .......as he waits for the others to join him........is that the sheriff is not home........he has the feeling that this will probably be their only lucky thing of this conversation....... oh well they have to try....

"He's in the back yard", Scott says.....as he and Issac approaches the alpha

"Yeah .....I know....... I can hear his heartbeat...... and hear the noises he's making back there....... should we announce ourselves or sneak in?" Issac asks...

The five of them let out gasps .......as a wolf made of blue fire appears in front of them.......it's head goes from one member of the pack to the next .....until it's look at all of them....... it growls........a small growl......then walks towards the house........it turns it's head and growls again........they take that as a follow me now.............the wolf is running full tilt and strikes the privacy fence........the fire blows apart........the wolf is gone........ the place it disappeared is the door to the back yard..........it's slightly ajar........when they open it........it's pure mayhem in there.......... there are glowing lines.......just two....... pulsing........full of power.........they are so bright........the pack is suprised that it isn't noticed by the whole neighborhood.....but stepping out of the back yard and looking.......there is nothing........ no light......no people.......... 

Stiles is there fingers ghosting over one of the lines that cuts vertically through his backyard..... he turns his head towards them.......his eyes are molten silver.....swirling around  black pupils..... he's moved till he's standing between the two lines......holds out his hands.......and the straight lines of light.......they bend towards him............ flipping into his hands......... then his tattoos surge........the blue glow becomes almost blinding.......... he lets loose of the lines .......they snap back into straight lines...........and they just vanish.............Stiles still standing between the two lines.........he starts to glow blue......his breath becomes quicker..... he raises his head back.......eyes to the stars......... and he rises...... ..just about a foot off the ground..........he has this care free smile on his face........ like the point where you just had enough to alcohol to fill a slight buzz.....just a little warm and fuzzy......

The pack all slowly.......wearily walk towards him..........watch suspiciously as he raises a hand.......and they can no longer take a step froward...........all of them stuck behind the invisible force that keeps them from going any further........except for Derek.......he can still move......much to the anger of Scott.......who can't believe his friend........would rather have some one else come to him ........than him........suddenly a warm wind blows over the yard........ no tree is moving......... it's just as tall as Stiles.......... and it's strength is picking up.............

Derek arrives beside the younger boy......... who reaches out and grabs the alpha's hand........and suddenly they are headed skyward........... hovering above the town of Beacon Hill......it's breathtaking for Derek Hale.......... to be looking down on his territory.........his home like this.......it's so intimate of a way to see his home.....he looks at the boy, lines of white light forming wings....... wings like the kind you see on a dragon............he watches as Stiles waves his free hand............and they flicker into existence......... lines.....like the two he saw in the backyard........but thousands of them........ all meeting together in the preserve.......... and large circle......powerful and bright........where the lines just intersect.........then the spot and the lines flicker back out of existence..........and with a sudden whoosh........the two are back on the ground.........standing near Stiles' house.....the leathery wings of light fold back onto his back and then just vanish.......... and then boy lets the rest of the pack go......