Sparks, Flowers and Plaid Shirts (Book Two in the 'Plaid Shirts' series)

Floating - (Derek POV)

It was morning. I could hear the birds chirping from outside the window along with the varied breathing of the rest of the pack sprawled across the bed all in various stages of sleep. The curtains where just not closed, leaving enough room for a stream of light to get in and hit directly onto my closed eye lids. My arms where still curled around Stiles' waist and my face was buried deep in his hair. Everything was peaceful except the light. If I just got up and closed the curtain I could go back into a peaceful sleep. Yeah. That sounded great. I slowly pealed my eyes open and found a drooling Isaac curled into a ball a few inches away, his butt directly in my face. Would it make me a bad Alpha to shove it out of the way?

I have to kick Erica slightly so she lets go of her koala grip on my leg but once I am free I release Stiles' waist to gently set him down on the mattress only to have him float into the air. Yes! Float! Into the air! I give a yelp of surprise that startles awake the rest of the people on the bed before stumbling back. I trip on the edge of the rug and land on my ass. Everyone else scrambles off of the bad and all somewhat fall/stumble to the floor in a series of shouts and yelps. Stiles dozed on oblivious. Just casually floating off the bed by at least three feet.

"W...What the fuck!", Scott so eloquently demands eyes wide and round. Isaac takes a timid step towards the bed and swipes a hand under Stiles' floating form as if he might find some invisible solid object holding the human up. "Interesting" Lydia mutters before strutting up to the bed and beginning to access Stiles' body as it continues to just float. Erica wipes out her phone and starts to record while Allison takes out hers to take pictures. I just sit there. On my ass. On the rug. Because my mate is FLOATING! WHAT THE HELL!

When I finally get the tiniest amount of my sanity back I turn to Peter, "Phone Deaton. Tell him to get here. Now", he just nods dumbly before taking out his phone and pressing a few buttons then just staring at Stiles a bit shocked while the dial tone rang. "How do we... wake him?", is that the right thing to do? What are you even meant to do when you wake up to find your mate floating. Freeking FLOATING! What even is my life. Cora just shakes her head and walk/jogs out of the room. I turn to Boyd who just shrugs because he is Boyd and then to Jackson who just replies with a snarky "Don't look at me, I always knew Stiles was weird". I of course growl at him because how else am I supposed to deal with this situation.

Those of us sprawled on our asses got up and stood around the bed in a some what defensive circle heads tilled in curiosity. Scott being Stiles' confused and slightly terrified best friend walked up whimpering slightly saying Stiles' name. "Stiles?", he whispered again and reached a hand out to touch Stiles. There was a sharp sent of O-zone and Stiles twitched slightly. "Scott don't!", yelled Lydia just as Scott's hand made contact with Stiles' wrist. There was what looked like a blue net of flowing lightning surrounding Stiles and Scott when flying backwards into the one of the cabinets. "Scott!", Isaac shouted and ran over to his boyfriend who was getting up shaking off confusion.

"What is going on!", Erica demanded, "How the hell is he not waking up!", she looked to me. Because that is what these guys do, they look to their Alpha. And I absolutely hate it when I have to say, "I don't know Erica". Stiles starts to mutter something in his sleep just as Cora comes bursting into the door with Deaton hot on her heals, "Oh god", Deaton muttered and threw his bag down on the end of the bed and chucking off his lab coat before just flinging it away into a corner. "Deaton what the fuck is happening", I demanded watching as the man viciously scrambled through his bag and took out large plastic gloves.

"Boyd. Open that window as wide as you can", Deaton demanded in his taking no shit tone and the older boy rushed forward to do what was asked. He threw the gloves at me before levelling me with a harsh stare, "Derek put them on and you have to do exactly as I tell you or your den will not survive this", all I could do was nod. "You need to pick Stiles up and drop him out of the window", I blink at him, becuase what?, "Derek, do it now!". Only the fact that Deaton is frantic and shouting like it is life or death actually makes me walk over to Stiles while sliding on the gloves and grabbing onto his wrist.