bakerstreet | picture prompt meme.

Derek wasn't completely clear on how things turned out the way they did. He'd assumed that, with the way things were, Stiles was going to be Scott's emissary considering they were best friends and stuck together the way they did. And Deaton was meant to be his as he had been for his family in the past.

But, he wasn't complaining about the way things had flipped, though he suspected it had a lot more to do with the vet than he was willing to admit. Deaton was better about communicating with Scott than he was with anyone else, so it worked out in the end.

For the most part, at least. In truth, Derek got along with Stiles more than he did with Deaton. And the two of them were in a better place than they had been the year before, so spending time around one another wasn't headache inducing anymore.

That didn't mean Derek was used to texts that reminded him to run any potentially stupid plans by Stiles before rushing into things. Or ones that had questions about coming to the loft. He still replied and told Stiles that he could, but he had no idea what to expect from the phrase 'I need to show you something.'

Stiles had been trying to balance his time lately between school, his dad, Scott, Deaton, and Derek, all seeming to need him just as much and all of them almost wearing him completely thin. Thank god for Adderall. He'd been at home for most of the afternoon since it was a weekend, and he'd been practicing something Deaton had told him to. Druid work was unbelievably hard, but sometimes it had its payoffs. Like now.

He wanted to show Derek, since as Derek's emissary (oh my god, how weird was that), he figured the Alpha had the right to know first. So he showed up at the loft, bouncier than usual and with a glint in his eye and a smile on his face that he couldn't get rid of no matter how hard he tried. "Hey, Derek? Derek. Derek!"

Derek tried to be more low maintenance when it came to taking up Stiles' time, but it didn't seem to work. They hadn't spent that much time together previously, but the connection seemed to end with them spending a decent amount together even when Derek didn't necessarily need advice. It wasn't as often that Stiles came to him with purpose like he was, though.

When he came down the spiral stairs, he raised his eyebrows at the greeting he was getting. "You know I heard my name the first time you said it, right?" Derek moved toward the couch. "Come on. Show me."

"Stop harshing my buzz, big bad grump. I'm way too wound up to just give out a single 'Derek'. This is definitely a triple 'Derek' moment, okay? Okay."

Truthfully, he did look wound up, almost vibrating as he came over to the couch, dancing from foot to foot in front of it. "Are you sure? Sure you can handle it? Because it's pretty cool. I better get a damn good reaction, because if all you do is look and go 'huh', I swear to god I will kick you in your wolfy nuts. Got it?"

He rolled his eyes and dropped down, settling back and spreading his arms across the back of the couch as he looked up at Stiles. Derek realized he was entirely too wound up for it to be something simple, which made him curious about what it was he was there to show him.

"Got it. Just show me already." His eyes remained fixed on Stiles as he waved a hand to urge him on, ready to see what was so exciting.

He couldn't stop the way he was shifting from foot to foot, though he managed to temper it slightly. Only slightly, though. He was grinning wide enough to split his face when he held his right hand out. "Okay, you have to watch because I can't do it for that long yet. But I'm working on it. It's longer than it was at first."

He was like an eager little puppy-child, wanting to make sure mom was watching before he belly flopped off the high board.

The energy coming off of Stiles was nearly palpable and Derek knew that whatever he was about to be shown probably wasn't the kind of thing he needed to sit through. So, after a moment, he pushed himself up to stand in front of Stiles instead, reaching out long enough to grip his shoulders to try to still him as he nodded.

"I wanna see what you're showing me. Don't vibrate away," he commented, letting go of Stiles then glancing down at his hand, raising his eyebrows as he waited.

"Okay, okay. I'm good. Really. Okay. Now... watch."

He opened his right hand, cupping his palm like he had something in it as he held it in front of him. He looked down at it, taking in a few slow breaths as he concentrated.

Nothing happened. Well, at least that's what it looked like. But after a few moments, there was a small fizzling sound. Then sparks started to sputter out of his hand, a little sparking ball of energy springing to life, throwing off light and flecks of energy before it dimmed and died.

"See?"

Derek was quiet after that, nodding at the instruction to watch and staring down at Stiles' hand once it was open between them.

Things were uneventful for a few moments, but then Derek heard it. And he stared, eyes widening at the way Stiles was making it happen. It wasn't a trick or some kind of joke.

Once it died off, he slowly lifted his eyes to stare at Stiles, mouth hanging open just slightly.

"Holy shit. Holy shit."

"I know, right? Like... holy shit!" Now he was bouncing on his toes again, giddy and full of elation over what was really just a small spark of power, but hey, it was a small fucking spark of power. That he'd done. With his power.

He was still staring down at Stiles' hand for a good few moments even as he bounced in front of him, finally raising his eyes after a bit to look at Stiles' face instead.

"How big do you think you'll be able to make that later?"

"Huge!" He threw his arms wide to show just how huge he meant. Okay, he might have been exaggerating just a little, but who knew, right? Maybe he could make a huge, whirring spark ball just appear and fizz all over the place.

His eyebrows lifted at that and he leaned out of the way of Stiles' arms to refrain from being smacked in his excitement. "Have you figured out what else you can do with it?"

"No!" He said it with the same enthusiasm, his elation still making him bounce as he beamed over at Derek. "Not a fucking clue!"

The response combined with the excitement brought a smile to Derek's face just because of the way Stiles didn't seem to care. He was sure there was something he was bound to be able to do with what he was learning, but just learning it to begin with was a big deal.

After a few more seconds, he reached out and grabbed Stiles' shoulders to try to ground him. "Pretty sure you're gonna start bouncing off the walls if you keep it up."

"But Derek, didn't you see that? It was... It was... Epic!" He couldn't bounce around as much with hands on his shoulders, but his body was still vibrating with contained energy.

"It was." Derek nodded and continued to watch Stiles, slowly pulling him in the direction of the couch. "But now I'm starting to worry that you might explode into a bunch of sparks if you don't calm down some."

"That would be cool. I could be a werespark." He let Derek lead him over to the couch, the buzz of using magic echoing in his ears. He'd been practicing all day and had managed to drain himself considerably, but the excitement of it all kept him from realizing the worst of it.

"It wouldn't be cool. How would I explain that to anybody?" The question followed his pulling Stiles down on the couch, sitting beside him as he tried to figure out how to calm him down. Derek wasn't sure it was possible.

"I think me zinging around all sparky would be explanation enough." The last word was said on a yawn, one he half covered as he flopped onto the couch. "I'm a Katy Perry song, Derek."

"I think we all prefer you like this, though." Derek raised his eyebrows a little at the yawn, completely ignoring the Katy Perry comment and the slight urge to tease Stiles and call him a California girl. "Does using that make you tired?"

"Not really. I mean, maybe because I've been doing it all day..." Another yawn and even though Stiles was clearly still excited, that excitement was dimmed a little by the fatigue settling in.

"All day... did Deaton give you any kind of limit?" He watched, eyebrows furrowed slightly, as Stiles yawned again, deciding that he wasn't letting him go anywhere until he got some rest. Not when the chance of falling asleep behind the wheel was lingering.

"Pff, no." He might have said something about over taxing himself, but Stiles had been more intent on learning the hows than the after effects. Oops?

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how about a stiles is derek's emissary au that's vague on timeline things.

what is time? what are lines?

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