The Spark of a Wolf

Deep talks and revelations...

"Well, that certainly was interesting." Deaton stated. "Wasn't it?"

Lydia raises a questioning eyebrow at the vet. "You don't sound surprised."

"He left in Derek's car. He wouldn't even look at me." Scott says as he reenters the clinics examination room. "He's never been this mad at me and for him to go off with Derek?"

"Of course, he'd go with Derek, I suspected as much. But If I'm completely forth coming, I didn't think Derek would act so aggressively, at least not yet. It would seem that he has already accepted his role in Stiles' life."

"Wait," Scott asks, looking from Lydia to Deaton. "What role?"

"He's his anchor, Scott." Lydia says with rolling eyes.

"What? How can you know that? Are you sure?"

Deaton nods, crossing his arms over his chest. "I am quite certain actually. I've been carefully watching all of you who could potentially be Stiles's anchor from the moment the Spark came alive. You were ruled out well before anyone else as you were not born a werewolf. Really that only left Malia, Peter, and Derek. Of course I thought of Malia first; Peter has not been around enough to have a pull toward the Spark. And there was always the chance that his anchor just hasn't found their way to Beacon Hills, but it's unlike since his Spark is now very much active."

"What about Malia? You said you thought of her first, are you not thinking it could be her now? She and Stiles are always together." Scott leaned over, bracing his hands on the edge of the table, as the words tumble out of his mouth.

"Yes, and up until tonight I thought she very well could have been Stiles' anchor."

"But Derek was never completely off the table?" Lydia questioned with a cocked eyebrow, Deaton nodded his confirmation. "And he's around Stiles probably just as much as Malia, so it was down to the two of them."

"And I was beginning to lean toward Malia because of their relationship."

"But she left tonight, went back home and Derek-"

"And Derek stayed." Scott finished Lydia's thought. He stepped back from the table, wiping his hand down his face. "And then he got all super protective."

"Honestly, I wasn't including Stiles in the discussion because I thought it might have triggered a reaction out of him that would help to confirm my thoughts."

"He busted your light!" Scott exclaimed, waving his hand out over the broken glass on the ground. "He could have hurt himself!"

"It gave the necessary reaction."

"You were testing Derek." Lydia said flatly. "You wanted to see what he would do."

"I was gauging his reaction to confirm my suspicions."

"So you baited Stiles, pushed him knowing he doesn't have a clue how this Spark works or how to control it all to test a theory? Scott's right, Stiles could have been hurt!"

"I wouldn't have done it if I thought there was a real danger to Stiles or any of us. True, he cannot yet control the Spark but it is also not strong enough to cause any real harm. It's new and weak, just like any other muscle in the body it needs to be worked a little to gain strength; work and time. The broken light is about as much damage as he can inflict for the moment. And I was fairly certain that Derek would be able to rein him back in; he responded impressively."

"Ugh." Scott groaned, carding his fingers through his hair. "Okay...okay. So, Derek is Stiles' anchor. What does this all mean then? Are they like best friends now? Is Derek like his own private secret service?"