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

Recognition - (Derek POV)

After guzzling down cups of herbal tea for Lydia ("My body is a temple, I will not pollute my veins with destructive caffeinated poison")  and coffee for everyone else ("Shut it Lydia, coffee is like the blood of the gods, it will only infuse your blood with power and strengthen you", "Isaac shut up and eat your scrambled eggs"), we followed Deaton down to the basement where he said we would have to do a recognition ceremony so he could figure out what Stiles' spark was partially evolved into. As we where descending the cement stairs Deaton mumbled complex Latin as if asking his inner self for tips and information while Lydia huffed about needing to go do some shopping because the stairs needed some carpet to give a splash of colour to the drab stair case.

We entered into the basement which was one of the more interesting rooms in the house and had to be built by a separate building company than the rest of the house in order to make sure there where no questions about why we needed wolfsbane dipped steel enforced cages along side the plush sofa at the far end of the basement and enough chains to make a dominatrix blush. Deaton walked up to the first cage on the right side and opened the door, it swung inwards and hit the wall behind it with a deep clang. "Put him down in the middle of the floor", I do as he asks making sure to put the still unconscious Stiles down carefully in what seamed to be the middle of the fairly large cage.

We designed the basement so it spanned the entire house and the surrounding clearing as well as some of the wood. There was a total of eight cells for the wolves and Jackson and large area at the end for the human's, banshee and whatever wolves (or Jackson) that where not being too badly effected by the moon on the full moon nights when we didn't go on a run. Of course as Allison and Lydia where in control of designing the relaxation side of things Allison had infused the remote control for the entertainment centre with mountain ash so that her and Isaac's constant battle for the remote could not be brought down to the basement.

Jackson and Peter appeared down the stairs with some of the supplies the Deaton had told them to go and pick up from his clinic followed by Allison who was carrying a tall green vine like plant that was still dropping earth on the floor where the roots had been ripped out of the ground from the edge of the clearing. Deaton beaconed them over to the entrance to the cell and made them place the items down at the door. "Okay so, as I set this up you need to make the pack links, this will also mean contacting the extended members of the pack and making sure they are hear in the next half an hour. We cannot do this ritual with out everyone. You only seam to be missing Melissa McCall, Chris Argent and John Stilinski being your liaising team for the pack, am I correct?". My growl reverberate through the basement seaming to echo off every wall, "The Sheriff is not pack", I spat out and Cora stepped away slightly from where she was standing near my elbow.  Deaton nodded, "I see, just Chris and Melissa then", I nodded to Scott and Allison who nodded back and walked off to the opposite side of the basement to make the calls to their parents.

Scott and Allison both walked back over nodding to me to let me know their respective parent was on the way, all I could do was turn back to where Deaton was pulling jar upon jar out of his vet bag, the freeking thing was like Mary Poppins's bag. Deaton made three lines of jars with five jars in each line, the jars themselves where filled with various powders, liquids and pastes all in different colours. The only similarity with them was that they where all in the same style of jar with a large cork stopper, they where all a bit taller then the length of my hand from wrist to finger tips and had the diameter of the distance between my thumb and middle finger when stretched. Once all the jars where laid out Deaton gestured to Lydia and she walked over, the vet placed the tip of his forefinger against the banshee's right temple and there was a small spark of white, Lydia's eyes momentarily changed to the white colour before changing back and she walked over to the jars and began to chant in the same language as her and Deaton had before.