Snow in November

Chapter 6:I guess the magics out of the Bag

The pack were almost half way home when all of a sudden Isaac was thrown backwards. Everyone stilled and looked around.

They couldn't see or hear anything. Scott made a move to go to Isaac but Derek put his hand up. "Leave him, we will fetch him when were finished."

Scott starred at him, "Are you fucking kidding me?! He could be bleeding out back there and you just want me to stand down?" Scott complained.

Derek sent him a warning glare and he shut his mouth.

All at once they were being hit from all different angles. Derek was the next one to be thrown threw the air, right into a tree.

Back at the apartment, Stiles sat in front of his laptop and a very very old book.

Peter went to grab it and Stiles smacked his hand, "No touchy." he said with a smirk. Peter rolled his eyes, "What the hell is in that thing?" Peter asked curiously.

"Spells and potions, all sorts of fun goodies." he said with a smile. Peter raised an eyebrow, "What all had Deaton been teaching you and why?"

Stiles looked up into his curious eyes, "There are no other werewolves in hearing distance are there?" he asked him looking around, not that he could tell anyway.

Peter concentrated for a minute and the shook his head, "No we're all clear."

"Deaton says that I have a spark, that I'm some kind of witch and with the right training I could be totally bad ass. I know all kinds of different poisons and potions to change scents and all kinds of other fun stuff. I just haven't let anyone know because if I did, Derek could make me his Emissary and I don't want that." Stiles told, pulling a face.

"I have to admit, that does sound pretty bad ass. I have my own magical bo- I mean friend." Peter said with a blush, jumping to his feet and retreating into the kitchen.

Stiles sat there kinda dumb founded. Peter just totally almost called him his boyfriend....

Stiles smiled smugly to himself and started typing just as Peters phone rang.

He heard him talking in the kitchen but couldn't make out what he was saying. When he came rushing back in the living room he had a smile on his face.

"Let's go, apparently you got your wish. The Fae are currently kicking their asses at the moment." he almost laughed pulling on his jacket and throwing Stiles his hoody.

Stiles caught it and stuffed his arms in side.

Once they were outside Peter turned his back to him, "Hop on." Peter told him with a smirk.

Stiles smiled and did as he was told. As soon as he wrapped his arms around Peters neck he took off.

It took them 5 minutes to get to them and when they got there, there were Fae flying around everywhere and bloody werewolves falling all over the place.

"Peter I really don't want them to know about my magic just yet, but I'm afraid I don't have any other choice." he said, glancing over to Peter ho shrugged his shoulders.

Stiles walked out right into the middle of the circle of fighting and stopped. He ignored all the screaming werewolves telling him to stop being stupid and get out of here.

He held up his hands and closed his eyes as he started to mutter under his breath. As soon as the words left his mouth the wind picked up.

When his eyes flew open again they had a faint glow to them, he smirked and brought his hands together as hard as he could, which echoed off the forest and all the Fae stilled.