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SU, the unoriginally named Supernatural University, where all supernatural beings could go and learn not only about themselves, but about other species and gain a living working in the world afterwards in specialized professions.
Since Stiles was young, his mom had boasted about the school, saying that she learned so much magic there. He just had to go. Especially after their chaotic high school lives.
Scott and Jackson were bitten by a rogue alpha, Lydia was also bitten and realized she was a banshee, Allison the hunter who was raised by crazy relatives, and a relatively normal Kira who transferred halfway through school. Scott eventually becoming a True Alpha. A weird group who were brought together in the chaos.
Overall, very crazy and it definitely helped shape him. He wanted to be a part of a strong pack that could help defend others and stop things like what happened to them from happening again. The rest of the McCall Pack also decided that after everything, they would focus on supernatural careers over mundane ones and all submitted applications to SU.
A University for the supernatural might seem like a good idea, but holy shit it was actually a terrible one. To start, having all these werewolves in one spot? Territorial issues. So many territorial issues. Oh yeah, sure the packs had their own apartments, but the whole school? It was hard for the new packs to realise they had no territory outside their small apartment.
Yeah, packs could live together and that would alleviate some issues. But what happens when someone who is ‘apart’ of the pack doesn't see the alpha as their alpha? Yeah, that's no fun. Especially when everyone gets blindsided by that stupid spell so people wouldn’t play at pack just to not live with strangers. So when the spell was done it showed that Stiles didn’t see Scott as his Alpha it caused a lot of trouble.
Now Stiles was being alienated by his friends, either under order from Scott or hating him. He honestly didn’t want to upsetti spaghetti his friend, but Scott has dropped him so many times or made him feel like a last choice. So here he was, at a school for the supernatural, rooming with a stranger, and across the country from his only family. No one was on his side.
It’s no wonder he took up a new hobby, locking himself away in one of the labs and experimenting with his magic. It was a little scary, knowing that outside of the lab, he now had no one close by. He’s bordering dangerously on mad scientist, wait no, dark lord levels from all of this.
He’s humming, working on a new gadget when the door slamming open startles him so bad he nearly drops it. And that would be terrible because he’s practically making a bomb. He manages to save not only himself, but most likely the school, and turns to face who interrupted him.
He scowls when he sees two people making out, stumbling into the room. They probably thought it was empty and could boink in here.
“Hey!” He yells, startling them apart. He glares at them and waves around his work station. “This room is ocupado. Go find somewhere else to desecrate!”
“Last I checked, this isn’t anyone's territory.” The man says haughtily. “So we can be wherever we want.”
“Oh for the love of,” Stiles groaned. Of course it’s a wolf. “Just because this isn’t anyone’s territory doesn’t mean you can come in here and fuck when someone is trying to work!”
“You don’t seem to understand,” the boy shifted. “Beat it.”
“Alright, fuck this.” Stiles stands up, picking up the prototype rifle. “Let’s see how well this bad boy works, shall we?”
Stiles aimed and shot right past the werewolves ear, whistling at the raw mana that shot out. He pulled back and looked at the black scorch mark left behind on the wall it hit. “Huh, was expecting more of a boom.”
“What’s going on here?” A new werewolf rounds the corner, glaring at them all, eyes flashing red. Well shit, not just a werewolf, an alpha. Hopefully not this douche’s alpha though.
“Trial run,” Stiles shrugged.
“This kid just tried to kill me!” The wolf snapped.
“No, I just said trail run. You just happened to be there.” Stiles smirked, lifting the rifle up and resting it on his shoulder, lifting his goggles up onto his head as well. “Shouldn’t have tried to fuck in a lab. You never know what could happen.”
“How stupid are you to try and screw around in a lab?” The alpha crossed his arms, arms bulging, and Stiles tried not to drool. No, no objectifying the unfairly hot werewolf. That’s just rude. “You.”
“Eh? Me?” Stiles pointed at himself.
“Yes, you. Other than that gun, what else are you working on?” The werewolf raised an eyebrow at him and that weirdly did things to him.
“Things that I probably shouldn’t be in the case I could get expelled.” Stiles set the rifle back on the workstation, shifting to hide the definitely-not-a-bomb behind him.
“Exact- Wait, seriously?” The alpha looks at him, and if Stiles was correct, that was in amusement.
“Shh, we don’t talk about Bruno.” Stiles waved it off, heart fluttering at the chuckle he got.
“Except that’s all they do. Now,” he looks back at the two wolves. “You’re clearly new. You never set foot in one of these labs unless you have explicit permission from the person in it. Even if it’s empty, those with magic can leave things up and running while they are away. So you could have been injured.”
The other werewolf growls before grabbing the girl's arm, who had stood there awkwardly the whole time, and stormed off. Stiles just shrugged and went back to his work. Apparently he had to tweak his rifle more, there wasn’t enough boom. Or maybe he could make it so he could adjust how much went out.
He leaned over his journal and started plotting, drawing out rough sketches and ideas when he registered shuffling behind him. He blinked and looked back over to see that alpha from before sitting on the ground in the doorway.
“Uh, you can come in?” Stiles squeaked, face heating at the smirk he got before the werewolf stood and walked over. “Thanks.”
“We should probably clean that up.” He nods towards the scorch marks. Stiles blinks and waves his hand, casting a cleaning charm and watching it disappear. “Huh, not a mage. Sorcerer?”
“Yupp,” Stiles went back to his book. “
“So, what exactly could get you expelled?” The other peeks over his shoulder, looking at everything laid out on the table.
“That’s a loaded question,” Stiles snorts. “You gonna rat me out?”
“No, just wondering how far I should steer clear.” The werewolf smirks.
“Ah, well, probably a country.” Stiles holds up the little green ball with a face. “This is Bruno.”
“Wait, you actually named it Bruno?” He chuckles, raising his hand and looks at Stiles who nods and hands it over. “What does it do?”
“Can cause an explosion that could wipe out an area the size of Madagascar.” Stiles snickered at the wide eyed look and the gentle handling as he gave it back. “At least that’s what I’m aiming for.”
“Why?” He looked a little scared now and Stiles didn’t really like that look.
“Pure curiosity. The original design was supposed to be used for distributing medicine in the case of an epidemic. But then I got a little unhinged and boom, aiming for destruction.” Stiles set Bruno down and sighed.
“And the rifle?”
“Oh, that’s because sometimes it's easier to have a weapon than cast spells. Simple cleaning charms? Sure. But spell casting can take time sometimes, so why not just shoot monsters with your magic.” Stiles grins, running his hand over his baby. “But she still needs some adjustments and more runes.”
“And does she have a name?” The man looks relatively amused by it all, making Stiles happy. He really didn’t like the fear people have towards him sometimes when he explains his gadgets.
“Leia.”
“Like Star Wars?” He chuckled.
“Hell yeah! Need a badass name for a badass weapon!” Stiles grinned.
“Alright, well try not to blow up the state.” The man starts to head out before pausing. “I’m Derek, by the way.”
“Stiles,” he offers back, heart fluttering at the small, barely there, smile he gets in return.
“See you around, Stiles.”