Save Them All: Stiles Stilinski's Rebirth

Dad decides that we can slowly explore my abilities later. For now, I head to school. Having already missed first period, I'm definitely in for a hell of a beating from Mr. McMillan.

I enter the room, and feeling everyone's eyes focusing on me as I enter. Some girls seemingly undressing me in my new found physique. Even Lydia's eyes are burning towards me.

Deciding to break the Ice, I exclaim as goofily as possible "Yes! I made it in time!"

"As if, Mr. Stilinski. Two more tardy's and you'll have detention for a week. Trust me, it will be hell because I don't want to be spending my afternoon with a hormonal teenager. There is so much else I'd rather do. I have a life" He absconds me infront of the entire class as per usual.

"I'm just going to take my seat then" I stick my tongue out as I make my way over to Scott. Whose giving me a questioning gaze, wondering where I've been all morning. Looks like he has something to tell me.

'Later' I mouth to him as I take my seat.

Well the rest of the morning was surprisingly bland. After school I hunt down Scott. I literally follow his trail to the bench on the lacrosse field where he is gazing adoringly at Allison. Guess my advice worked

"Hey bro, control the drool. You getting it everywhere"

He shakes his head, turning to me embarrassed at being caught red-handed. "Stiles. You can't believe what… happened! It's crazy. Yesterday .."

"Chill dude, take your time"

He takes a moment to compose himself, " Yesterday last night… I asked her out and she said yes"

Playing the humble foolish sidekick, "Oh what happened"

"I was locking up at the clinic. When I see her Allision parked outside, freaking out in her car. So I work up the courage and go over to her knocking on her car's window. Turns out she nearly hit a dog, which caused her to swerve in the wet road. She's was a little shaken up, so I drove her home and that is when I asked her and she said yes" His jumping for joy

'Not quite like the story I remember but everything ended up well so I'm not really concerned with the minor details.'

"Good for you bro. Now all you got to do is show up today and she will be all yours" I nudge him, "If you show the form you did yesterday then you got this in the bag!"

"Yesterday was a fluke" He plays it off

All of a sudden, Finstock calls us two "McCall! Stilinski! That's enough yapping out of you two. Go warm up"

*Insert montage of lots of running and lacrosse drills with cool cuts that make it seem epic plus the rocky theme music in the background*

*Panting* Panting*

Scott's really struggling ain't he. Well everyone is besides super jock Jackson and Tribrid me.

"S-stiles…What… are … you?" Scott asks, seeing that I haven't broken a sweat yet

"Puberty bro…. It hit me hard" I chuckle as I head over to my kit bag pulling out two sports drinks, that I chilled in the freezer. One for me and one for him. Mountain Blast it reads. Whatever type of flavour that's suppose to be I have no clue. But it's blue so it must have a lot of energy or something

Handing a bottle over to Scott, my ears perk up as I hear Lydia and Allison's conversation.

"So whose the guy that asked you on a date Friday night causing you to blow the party?" Lydia asks

Allison, bites her lip and points towards Scott, whose slowly getting back to resembling a functional human being.

"His hot!" Lydia speaks up. I feel a sense of jealousy arising, seriously I know we not a thing yet but her kissing Scott back in High School, still pissed me off to no-end.

Allison chides back, "You have a boyfriend."

"Just because I have a boyfriend doesn't mean I'm blind" She answers, "What's his name? Number 24."

"Who? Number 24?" Allison questions confused

Number 24? That's me! Wait. Lyd's thought I was hot and not Scott. All is right in the world. Still let's see how responds. I focus my attention on the two, intrigued at to how this conversation will go. '

"Yeah. Besides the who buzz cut thing, his really my style" She says

Allision, looks over as I make eye contact with her. She quickly turns away, "His not the one who asked me out. It was number 11, Scott McCall "

"Shraggy? Seriously" Lydia looks appalled. Hey sure Scott has no fashion sense but you don't have to look so disgusted. She was really quite bitchy back in the day. Thank goodness she's hot enough to act that way. "You can do so much better, try getting that number 24's name" She insists

Honestly Lyds. I've been in the same class with you for the past decade. I really wasn't on your radar at all?

"His nice. He lent me a pen in English" Allison quickly try's to defend

"And they said chivalry was dead" Lydia sarcastically replies. Yup no wonder I married her.

A shrill whistle blew interrupting my focus. As a lacrosse ball flies towards Scott's face at a fast speed. Instinctively I reach out, with my one hand still drinking from the bottle as I intercept the ball, dropping it neatly into the net as I twirl the stick and shoot the ball directly back into Jackson's net.

It was seriously cool if you ask me. Also it was seriously suspicious as everyone couldn't believe what they had just seen.

"Sh*t" I mutter as I turn to Scott whose still stunned, "Let's go make first line" I ignore his inquisitive gaze, as I just head back onto the field

I can hear Finstock in the background shouting, "Holy Hell, Stilinski! I thought you s.u.c.k.e.d worse than Greenberg. Turns out you were actually pretty decent"

One lacrosse session later. With the help of magic, Scott is once more made co-captiain, while I am put onto first string.

"Stiles! We did it!" Scott is screaming like a little girl, "I'm co-captain"

"That you are Mr. Lacrosse god. See like I told you yesterday. We are majestic pines that have yet to grow tall in the forest" I say rather romantically

"I thought we were flowers yet to bloom"

"Trees produce flowers. Some of them do" I shrug

Laughingly he slaps my side, "Whatever dude"

I then watch as Lydia and Allison make their way over. To us. Yeah something's not right with that sentence.

"Congratulations. You guys were awesome" Lydia says as she walks straight towards me, her eyes staring straight into mine. "I'm Lydia martin." She says with the confidence of a rockstar.

"I know" I answer

She looks at me and we stand in silence. As I take in every inch of her. Seeing her up close like this reminds me of every night we had together, every morning we woke up together. Every kiss, every fight, every break-up, every make-up we shared. Everything comes flooding back.

Scott thinking that I was malfunctioning under the pressure of the situations, turns on his wingman mode Before speaking up, "I'm Scott McCall and this is Stiles Stilinski. He's had a thing…"

"Scott!" I gently urge him to shut up before he blurts anymore.

"He's had a thing?" Allison asks

"A thing for 5'3 strawberry blondes with green eyes" I answer her question

Allision looks to the girl on her left, whose beet red at the directness of my comment. With a slight hint of both teasing and jealousy she asks "Like Lydia?"

"Yeah, exactly." I answer,

"I have a boyfriend." Lydia answers taking a small step back, but I can hear her heart beating furiously

"That's your problem not mine." Lydia smiles shyly in a way which makes her dimple show. "God! That dimple of yours makes me crazy" I add.

I seriously can't control my mouth when I'm around her. I just want to say everything that I kept inside in the past. No regrets this time. No regrets. I look into her deep green eyes. I want to stare into them for the rest of eternity. She's my happiness. Reaffirming my will. I'm once more reminded that I have to protect her. I have to protect everyone.

"Anyway, I have to go meet my dad at the station. It's bonding time. I'll catch you guys later.. Oh and by the way. You're Allison Argent right? The pretty girl my friend over here is taking out on date Friday?" She nods her head.

"Nice to meet you, we will probably be seeing each other very often from now onwards. I'm off see ya" I turn around and walk away paying no mind to the kids shocked expression. Sure I'm behaving a lot more forward than I would normally be. But I mean I was friends with them for a decade. I can't just act as If none of that exists. Even if it doesn't yet.

I then hear Allison turn and ask Scott, "Is he always like that?"

"Like how?"

She thinks for a moment before Lydia finishes her sentence for her "Direct."

Scott, nods "Stiles has never been one to uhhh not say what's on his mind"

"That's…. so hot" I hear Lydia mutter as Allison nods her head in agreement.

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In the locker room showers I scrub myself thoroughly, not that I worked up any sweat, but I do it more for appearance. Getting dressed it suddenly hits me.

The best way I can implicate Kate to Laura's death is by leaving a mark. The best one would be a copy of the medallion that Kate's going to give to Allison. I have access to Allison and to Dad.

I can be the link. Once dad has that there will be no way for Kate to escape from him.

I head home, quickly finishing all the assigned homework we were given, plus the extra McMillon gave specifically to me. That guy is extremely irritating.

I follow that up with cleaning the house and doing all the chores I was accustomed to doing back in the day. I was basically my dad's personal secretary. How Noah survived when I went to college is a mystery but then again, he started dating around that time. I bet he had a few helpers. My dad was pretty good looking for a 40-year-old. Wait, I still don't know his real age, he looked about 20ish in the pictures from the 1930.

So, he is aging but at a slower rate? On that estimation, his probably around 120-160? Right?

I'll ask him when he get's back,

Anyway let's get to work. I need to design a body armour. Sure, I can heal faster than scientifically possible but I need to operate at maximum capacity at all times, if I'm going to do this right. Protection is always needed.

Cover up kids! I can't help but make myself laugh with my own s.e.x.u.a.l innuendo.

On a serious note, complacency and overconfidence are the greatest threat to power. To stay in control, you need to take every moment with 100% focus.

Firstly, I'll need some version of a non-Newtonian fluid to stop bullets and other hard projectiles. I'll also need it to expand, when I shift or shape shift.

If I remember correctly, Stark was working on some nano-tech suit at this time. Which I can probably go and 'borrow'.

With my abilities, getting to New York is as easy as snapping my fingers. The only issue though, is I don't want to be dragged into the whole Avengers thing just yet. I don't want to alert Fury, that dude will take some drastic action to get me into his cult if he finds out what I'm capable of. I spent a decade working blindly under his command, thinking I was serving the country but in the end when a mission went south, the country I fought to protect. Threw me away like trash.

In all honesty, I can create my own suit with magic but having a sample to work from will make the entire process less time consuming, as all I have to do is use the replication spell.

Creation magic on the other hand is not a simple thing to do. I literally have to will the atoms together in the correct metaphysical make-up of the material. The difference between super malleable fabric with the ability to stop bullets and tissue paper can lie in one small code out of a billion particles.

Weighing up my options, 1) Ask Tony nicely but risk complicating the issue more Or 2) Be a lone wolf and spend days trying to solve this problem.

Hmmmm okay? Who am I to be scared of a little complication.

Sure, if Fury comes and makes a ruckus life will go from bat shit crazy to super level bat shit crazy. But we go hard or we go ... home.