The Spark of a Wolf

A Spark and an anchor...

SPARK.

The word seemed to glow like a neon sign whenever he closed his eyes. Stiles. Clumsy, flailing, spastic, flannel wearing Stiles, is a Spark.

What the hell even is a Spark?! He keeps thinking.

That's what he intends to find out, other people however seem to think he doesn't need to be keen to the conversation.

So here he sits, in a metal stool in the corner of the examination room at Deaton's' vet clinic while the vet, the best friend, the goddess, and angry brows all argue about what Stiles should be doing about the Spark thing. Well, angry brows doesn't actually say much, he huffs and rolls his eyes a lot but doesn't get too involved with the actual conversation. And he glances to Stiles every now and then. Which, weird. They argue, talking as if Stiles isn't sitting just a few feet away.

"It is necessary for stiles to accept this gift he's been given. To learn about its history and the strength of the power that resides within him." Deaton calmly explains.

"But it's dangerous! You said it was. You said he could basically draw in the power and lose himself to it. How is exploring it a good idea?" There's a plea in Scotts voice, worry for Stiles clear in his tone.

"But he can't ignore it Scott." Lydia protests. "All that energy and power has to go somewhere. What if he's just a ticking time bomb? He needs to learn about this, the good and the bad."

"Does Stiles get a say here?" Stiles waves his hand in attempt to draw attention to himself. "Did you guys go deaf? Blind? Get a sudden case of temporary amnesia?"

The only pair of eyes that meet his at the green-hazel set hiding beneath a pair of very vocal eyebrows. Eyebrows that said he was getting just as annoyed with the way this conversation was playing out as Stiles, though Stiles couldn't imagine why he would be annoyed with the back and forth he was being excluded from.

"Ignoring this could end very badly, much like Lydia said. Perhaps not quite as dramatically as she had put it but bad all the same. It would be irresponsible for him to stay naive about his. He at the very least needs to find his anchor."

"Anchor?" Stiles asks. "I have an anchor?"

"His anchor will be vital in his controlling of the power that rests within him." Deaton continues, his back to Stiles.

"Hey. Hello! Maybe address the time-bomb sitting in the room?!"

"It shouldn't be too difficult to find the anchor. A shapeshifter will have likely been drawn to him to begin with, they would have been present in some capacity prior to the Spark coming alive. The lighting of the Spark would have called out to its anchor, creating the bond between the two of them."

"Bond?" Scott asks.

"Yes, it's very likely Stiles already has a relationship with his anchor." Deaton states

"You guys do know I'm sitting right here."

"The spark has been dormant, but always a part of him. The shapeshifter likely keyed in on that subconsciously and has stayed close since, not even knowing why they felt compelled to do so. The draw to stay near and protect him will only be stronger now, impossible to ignore."

"Well, there are a lot of us around; Stiles' whole life is practically full of shapeshifters." Scott points out.

"What about you Scott? You and Stiles have been friends since you were little right?" Lydia looks to Deaton for his thoughts.

He shakes his head. "It is unlikely that Scott is Stiles' anchor as he was not born a werewolf, he was bitten."

"Guys. Really? Did I fucking become invisible? You're talking about me." Stiles finally stand from his seat, a buzzing in the air surrounding him. "You literally stick me in the corner and argue about something that should be on me to decide." The light over the examination table flicker. "You act like I'm not even here or like I can't make the right call about this!"