The Phoenix

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Mac's POV

"You're definitely not Supergirl." Stiles said. I scoffed at him. He, Scott, Isaac, and I were headed to the Vet clinic to ask Deaton if he knew anything about Phoenix's and why I was flying.

"Excuse you? Not Supergirl? I would be an incredible Supergirl." I say offended.

"You are on fire while flying, it gives more Human Torch vibes." He said and I gasped again. If he wasn't driving, I surely would have hit him. I was in the back seat with Isaac, while Scott and Stiles were occupying the front.

"Excuse you, If I'm any Marvel character that's on fire, I am Jean Gray! The most powerful mutant to ever exist! Jean Gray was beautiful and badass! She also was a Pheonix!" I yelled. "Am I Jean Grey? Am I a mutant? Where my Wolverine and Cyclops when you need them? I need to very attractive men fight over me right about now."

"Derek and Stiles obviously." Isaac whispered in my ear. Scott obviously heard the comment because I could see him smirking in the rear view mirror. I punched him in the arm. He laughed and rubbed his arm "Can you nerds drop the topic already?"

"You shush your face heathen." I told my best friend, making him laugh again. This was the first time in forever we seemed to relax. Saving Malia today was big for all of us. Made us feel like life wasn't gonna be all bad. When we arrived to the clinic, Deaton was waiting for us at the door.

"So, Mac, tell me what happened." He said, once we had all walked to the back.

"I'm not exactly sure. Scott roared and I felt this power fill me. More than I've ever felt. Then when I gained control again, Isaac and Allison said I was flying." I explained.

"Yeah, She was surrounded by fire, like that night we thought Derek died and just lifted up into the air. She was up there for a few minutes before she floated back down." Isaac said, Deaton hmm'ed and looked back at me.

"Well I did all the research on Phenoix's seeing as I don't know much about them. You're the first one I encountered. From what I can tell, they usually stay in Europe. The Phoenix myth is an Ancient Greek myth. It is of a bird named the Phoenix. The bird would live a long time. When the Phoenix would fly, it would fly close to the sun and soak its rays into its feathers. Having these sun ray soaked wings, it could control fire and its tears had healing abilities. When a Phoenix died, it was combust into flames and be reincarnated."

"So does that mean I can do all of those things?" I asked confused.

"There aren't many documented cases of Phoenix's in America and I'm still trying to find the lore from other countries. It's rare that a Phoenix is so far west. I'll reach out to other emissaries and see if they have anymore information." Deaton said. I nodded, disappointed he didn't have more information.

"Well that was a waste of time." I mumbled as we climbed back in the Jeep. "I know about as much as I did before."

"You're rare, babe." Isaac said, and I rolled my eyes.

"Maybe you should talk to your aunt. She could possibly give you more information." Scott suggested turning around to look at me. I glared at him with as much anger as I could muster.

"If you mention my aunt to me one more damn time, I swear to God." I said to Scott and he uncomfortably turned back around.

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Later that night, I was in my room trying to do a little research of my own. It was about 3 am and I was getting tired. I was also failing miserably at finding anything reluctant to me and I was getting frustrated. I slammed my laptop shut and plopped down on my bed. I laid there in silence for a few minutes, before I heard sniffling. It sounded like someone was crying and it was coming from Stiles' room. I got up and walked to his closed door.

"Stiles, you okay?" I asked, knocking lightly.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He said, but I could tell he was lying. I sighed deeply.

"I'm coming in." I said and opened the door. Stiles was laying in bed shirtless, balled up in the corner crying. "Stiles, what's wrong? Talk to me."

"I can read again." He whispered.

"Isn't that good? Why are you crying?" I asked confused, sitting down on the bed next to him.

"Because I still don't feel normal. Something is still wrong with me. I'm afraid to go to sleep. I'm afraid to be awake. I'm afraid because I don't know what going to happen. I just wanna be normal again. I wanna feel normal again." He explained.

"Normal is overrated." I said, trying to lighten the mood. Honestly I didn't know what to say to him.

"Help me feel normal again." He said and kissed me. I kissed back for a second before pulling away.

"What are you doing? Stiles." I said, trying to reason. As much as I wanted to kiss him, I couldn't do it while he was in this state.

"Mac, please. Help me feel like a normal 17 year old." He said and kissed me again. This time I didn't pull away. His lips were so soft and inviting. His kisses were rough, urgent. They were rushed. Next thing I know, I'm on my back with him hovering over me, and our clothes are removed. I break the kiss.

"I want to feel normal too." I say and go back to kissing him.

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Oh my god. Are Mac and Stiles doing what you think their doing?? Is Stakinzy happening? You'll just have to wait till the next chapter to figure out.

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