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Witchy Ways: Chapter one

If only she could back to a few months ago when her life was normal…ish. But no, here she is with a werewolf best friend, whose girlfriend is from a family of werewolf hunters, a crazy pack of weirdos, Jackson who was a creepy lizard thing but now he's a werewolf, and Lydia (who Stiles thinks is some kind of witch because seriously you can't be that beautiful and not be using magic). Oh and did she mention Derek, the most alluring man she had ever had the pleasure of being pinned against a wall by? Unfortunately not pinned to the wall in the good, sexy times way, more of in an "I will rip your throat you fucking idiot!" way.

But alas, that was her life now. 'At least most of the craziness is over.' Stiles thought to herself as she stretched in her bed, her muscles and joints pulling in a painfully refreshing way. She climbed out of bed and shuffled over to the bathroom after looking out the window to see if her dad was home. He wasn't. Unsurprising.

Once the shower was set to just the right temperature Stiles stepped into the stream of water, making sure not to bump the knob because god knows if she moves that thing a centimeter in either direction her water will be either ice cold or as hot as the fiery pits of hell. "Who ever invented mornings should be shot." She muttered to herself, lathering her hair up with her strawberry shampoo. She didn't generally like to be girly, but it was the same stuff her mom had used and she liked to have that smell hanging around all day as a little reminder.

Now that she was awake enough for some normal brain function Stiles was starting to feel the urge to do what she always does in the shower. And no surprisingly enough it's not masturbating.

"I used to think maybe you loved me now baby I'm sure. And I just can't wait till the day when you knock on my door!" She sang, if you could call what she was doing sing "Now everytime I go for the mailbox , gotta hold myself doooown! Cos I just wait till you write me your coming around." Her head was bopping to the beat as she belted out what she considered a "classic jam".

"I'M WALKING ON SUNSHIIIINE! WOOOAHH! I'M WALKING ON SUNSHINE, WOOAHH!" Now she was dancing and really getting into it, she went to add a little spin to her dance and set her foot down on the bar of soap sitting on the shower floor. Her feet slipped out from under her and while she flailed around to try and regain balance she grabbed on to the shower curtain, ripping the entire thing off of the rod. It fell down over her like a blanket, seeming to mock her when it gently landed.

"Owowowow, Jesus Christ!" She muttered, rubbing the bump on her head. "God is my ass gonna be sore now." She glared at the shower curtain like somehow this was all its fault. Just as Stiles turned the water off and wrapped a towel around herself she heard a crash in her room.

"Dad?" She called out. No answer. 'Oh god, this is how I die.' She thought hysterically. 'I really thought it would be a curly fry overdose.' She looked around and grabbed the nearest weapon like thing she could find before quietly opening the bathroom door and creeping over to her bedroom.

When she got to the door she pressed her ear up against it, hoping to hear who ever was in there. All she got in return was silence.

"C'mon Stiles! You've face down wolves and giant freakish lizards, you can do this!" She whispered harshly, reassuring herself.

She threw the door open and rushed in, swinging her weapon around like a mad man with her eyes squeezed shut. She didn't open them until she felt a solid 'thud' when she hit something. Opening her eyes she noticed that all she had hit was her desk lamp. "Aww man, I liked that lamp!" She whined.

"Stiles, why are swinging around a plunger?" Someone asked from the corner of her room.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" Yelled Stiles, throwing the plunger in the direction the voice came from and simultaneously falling in her ass. "Oh my god, Derek! I'M NAKED!"

'As if I didn't notice.' He thought to himself taking in her appearance. Her brown hair clung to the sides of her face and her neck, little drops of water trailing down her collar bones and shoulders. Not to mention the washcloth she called a towel that stopped just above mid-thigh and barely covered her breasts. He was surprised he couldn't see her womanhood with how she was splayed out on the floor.

As she gathered herself up of the ground he looked back up to her face, her eyebrows furrowed into honey eyes in frustration. There was a small bead of water clinging to her lip, and just as Derek looked at it she flicked her tongue out to gather it up.

Derek was a little surprised to find himself viewing Stiles as a girl all of a sudden but instead of saying anything he just raised up an eyebrow as if to say "And?"

"Oh my god, can you at least get out while I put on clothes?" Stiles shouted at him, shooing him out of them room and slamming the door shut behind her. "Fucking werewolves!" she muttered, knowing full well Derek could hear on the other side of the door.

She grabbed a simple matching pair of black cotton undies and a bra and put them on, remembering to put on some deodorant since she apparently has company. On top of that she just threw on a loose fitting pair of jeans and a white tank top. Normally she would top that with a plaid shirt, but it was kind of hot and she was kind of lazy. Not too lazy to brush through her hair and yank it up into a ponytail real quick though. "Alright, I'm done!" She called out to Derek, who was probably feeling pretty awkward standing in the hallway.

Derek came back into the room and proceed to 'wolf stare' at Stiles until she felt sufficiently uncomfortable. "All riiiiiiiiiight" She started, trying to fill silence. "So do you mind telling me why your here? In my room?" He still just stared, god he was so stone like! (and no she doesn't mean his muscles… well maybe she does.)

"Because normal people shouldn't just break into teenage girls rooms through the window. That could most definitely be considered a felony bro, and my dad's the sheriff in case you forgot." She knew she was rambling, but that tended to happen around Derek Hale a lot. "You know you're lucky I didn't walk in here naked. That would have been uncomfortable! And what if I had been doing the horizontal hello, huh? You would have totally ruined my sexy times. I mean thus far I've only had them with me, myself, and I.. but still..a girl can dream."

"Stiles! Shut. Up." Derek growled, cutting off her rant and crazy hand gestures. He walked over from the door and got a little too close to Stiles 'personal bubble'.

Stiles blushed, her mind was catching up with her mouth and she realized she had just talked about masturbating in front of Derek, on top of the fact that he was so close she could see every speck of stubble on his chin and smell scent of soil and Old Spice he always has lingering on him. Although to be fair Derek probably needed to masturbate himself every once in a while, maybe then he wouldn't be so surly and irritable. "Ahaa… so why are you here man?" She asked again, chuckling awkwardly at herself and hoping Derek wouldn't notice how uncomfortable she was. "Need my help with something, more werewolves? Or no! Let me guess, witches this time!" She joked.

"Yes." Derek answered.

"Yes? Yes to what? My help or the more werewolves, because I'm sure there are more things than werewolves I could help you with. Like maybe turning that death trap you call a house into a thing that's actually up to code." She said, walking over to her bookshelf and noticing some books on the floor that weren't there before. That must have been the noise she heard earlier, she hadn't exactly put them back in the most balanced of ways.

"Witches." Derek told her, straight to the point as usual. He watched to gauge her reaction and wasn't surprised to find her staring at him in disbelief.

"Seriously? Are you fucking kidding me? I was joking man." She complained, throwing her hands in the air in frustration. "This town is so ridiculous, I swear I'm moving to Oz for a little bit of normalcy. It'd be better than here." She couldn't believe him. They had just handled the whole werewolf issue and now apparently witches are real too? Un-fucking-believable.

"How do you even fight witches? Should we splash some water on them or what?" She joked, well half joked because that was kind of her plan B if they couldn't do anything else. The classics are classic for a reason.

"That's what I need you to find out Stiles. All I know if that a Coven is making their way towards Beacon Hills. I can smell them." Derek answered. Honestly he had no idea what they were gonna do, or even if these witches posed a threat. His family was gone before he could get proper training on anything other than how to be a werewolf. He could ask Peter but he would much rather exhaust all other options first. And that other option was Stiles. "Figure it out, they'll be here in a few days time." He told her, making his way over to the window and leaping out of it.

"Ugh, seriously dude. Not even a good bye? No 'gee thanks for all the help Stiles. You're so great I think I could just kiss you and then maybe fuck you a little.'" She said aloud to the now empty room. Grumbling to herself about the rudeness of werewolves and men in general she booted up her computer and got to work. This was going to take a while.