Trickster // Derek Hale

stiles has a mission

Chapter One

Stiles has a mission.

He wakes up in the middle of the night knowing he has a mission. For reasons he can't explain however, the dancing purple swirl of dust lifting his jeans up from the corner of his frankly chaotic bedroom and levitating the pair towards his bed really doesn't faze him. Fact, his cloudy two AM mind set more or less welcomes it. He doesn't even find it the slightest bit strange that it picks out a t-shirt and flannel for him as he pulls his jeans on and Stiles fully allows it to guide him to his car in a less than forceful way having absolutely zero idea where he's heading. A mission so important in fact that he really can't think of why he's allowing purple dust to guide him somewhere for absolutely zero reason that he can think logical but it's important he knows that, and frankly, that's all he really knows because what the hell is he doing in the woods now and why is there purple dust following him?

Apparently though, the purple dust is a complete dick because when he gets home, the entire pack is in his living room, showing various forms of grief, distress, and annoyance and he's confused for a brief second before Scott steps forward to show that only 6 out of the seven pack members are present to reveal the fact that Malia, their seventh member, is very much missing. He looks around at his friend's facial expressions for a second before he comes to a conclusion:

"I got magic-manipulated again, didn't I?"

Considering the circumstances, Stiles really can't complain. But if he was going to (which vocally he won't because he's partially terrified of Derek) he would complain about the fact that the entire pack is crammed into his jeep in means to take a road trip down to the vet clinic all while being four in the morning and he's not even the one driving and with that, being the mature person Stiles is, he substitutes his desire to complain with pouting and occasional grunts of agreement.

When they reach the clinic, Deaton is suspiciously alert taking into account the time and already knows the complete story and Stiles catches himself wondering if the man actually ever sleeps.

"I think Derek is right," because when is Derek ever wrong. They all filter into the back room as Deaton pulls on gloves and pats a hand on the metal observation table in the middle of the room, ushering Stiles to get up onto it which he does because A) he wants to go home and unworldly not be surprised (since Liam ruined it by telling him on the ride over) by the fact that his room is flying in a warp bubble of purple magic and B) because he feels that he's not really allowed to be stubborn at the moment considering he got Malia kidnapped by accident. "Whenever a trickster, in this case what I supposed is a Leshy, works with the imprints of an abandoned trickster vessel, it leaves remnants." He pries open Stiles' left eye and shines a light into it.

"What does that mean?" Scott asks because Deaton tends to talk in gibberish.

"Stiles still has the imprints from the fox and any trickster, if skilled enough, can use the dry imprints to lure their next victim into coercion. When they want something, they generally always get it and do anything to get there." He says, moving to the next eye.

"Imprints?" Lydia asks.

"There's black flakes in Stiles' eyes which indicate that his body has been used by a trickster before and if I can see properly, it looks as though they are turning purple now. Every trickster has it's own colour of magic for which changes the colour of its imprints. Leshy spirits use purple magic as basic trickster spirits use yellow and kitsunes either use black or orange depending on their motives."

Everything snaps into place then and Stiles understands it all in a rush. He knew he read about transferrable magic not too long ago and his whole floating room situation rang a distant bell in his memory. Magic seemed kind of abstract to him back when he first started reading about it all, considerably speaking, and he never really thought to go over it again.