A/N: The worst chapter I have written. But bare with me please. I have no idea how to go through this one. I'll tr to rewrite it after everything is done. But now that it's done. The remaining chapter will be easier to write. I think I about 4-5 more chapters before it's finished. ^_^ Enjoy. =)

"Just hold it and say the word on it." Harry said, showing a card to Stiles.

Stiles nodded. He took the card.

"And you think it's okay if I brought Jackson along?" Stiles asked.

Jackson growled lowly at the thought that he might not be able to come. "I'm pretty sure." Harry said. "If he isn't that ticket of yours will prevent anyone from teleporting with you. You already have your own teleporting spell ready if you feel something's not right."

It was more than a week after Harry contacted the Sorcerer Supreme and set up meeting for them to meet.

Stiles had talked it through the team and with his uncle and it didn't sit well with the anyone. His uncle particularly since SHIELD had no idea that such organization was a major player in keeping the world safe, albeit at a completely different aspect.

Stiles proposed to scrutinize their intent and determine their play. And that idea was pretty much butchered as soon as it left his tongue. Nobody wanted to risk his life. But Stiles argued the benefits of knowing the truth. Although Stiles' gut told him this sorcerer and his merry band of ... well other sorcerers were good guys. It was better to know the truth. The world was facing bigger threats as time goes by. In the long run, if Stiles could make an alliance with these people, it would be a massive help to keep the people safe. He pointed out what happened recently. If he didn't know Harry Dresden and the White Council, he was sure he couldn't have handled the situation as good as he did.

By the end of their discussion, somehow, Stiles was able to convince everyone to let him go and talk to this Sorcerer Supreme. With a few conditions of course.

First was he must not come alone. Tracker though was out of the question because the concealment spells at the sorcerer's place would just fry it. Second was if ever felt something wrong, even just a small twinge of dread, GET HELL OUT IMMEDIATELY. The last was Jackson would come with him and nobody questioned it. Stiles rolled his eye fondly when Jackson growled his demand. Damn fretful territorial werewolf. He could take care of himself. Thank you very much.

Before they left the tower, Steve had pulled Stiles aside, reminding him that he didn't have to do it and he could always say no. Stiles felt the genuine concern from the older man and it made him smile. Stiles assured Steve that he'll be fine and promised that they come back home whole and alive.

"Besides, it's movie night. Where else would I be. We don't want all those references go flying unnoticed, do we?" Stiles said, trying to hide his excited smile but he couldn't stop himself.

Steve huffed but his eyes were crinkling from a suppressed smile. Steve shook his head. "No, we don't want that."

Stiles felt his heart swelled for some reason and he kept smiling at Steve. And Steve didn't seem to want to break away. Stiles would like moment to stretch on forever.

But Jackson call Stiles as the car was ready to go. And the moment was broken and Stiles walked backwards. He awkwardly saying later before bolting to Jackson with a pounding heart.

Stiles told Jackson to hold on tight and said the words on the card. The magic lying dormant within the card woke up, making the hair on his arms tingle. And the world seemed to dissolve around him and something was pulling at his hand holding the card before going back to normal. It all happened in a second. He felt his stomach churning and vertigo hit him for a moment but passed just as fast. It was quite different with how he teleported. His way was always snappy, like a blink of his eyes, and he'd be on his destination. Instantaneous and without side effects.

There were a few people waiting for them. All of them wore robes and Stiles could sense the every one of them were magics.

Stiles was drawn to the amulet the man in the middle was wearing, something ancient and powerful lied dormant within it. Goosebumps runs up Stiles arms and a shiver of dread run up his spine. It's like the feeling he got when touching the Earth's energy. But older. Much older. There's something about it that draws him in.

The sorcerers were watching him critically. He shook whatever he was feeling. It wasn't malicious so he decided they were good to go. Stiles and Jackson walked up to their host.

The man in the middle, who wearing blue robes with a red cape, broke off the group and welcomed them. "Good morning, I am Dr. Stephen Strange. The Sorcerer Supreme." He offered his hand.

Stiles shook hands with the man. He instantly felt settled. He couldn't feel a trace of malice from the man. It made Stiles smile because his gut feeling was right.

"Stiles Stilinski. You don't mind I brought someone with me?" Stiles said. Stiles let go of the sorcerer hands with a new hope.

The Sorcerer regard Jackson for a moment. Jackson stood firm and defiant. He would not leave his alpha alone in an unknown territory.

"It's no problem. I think I understand." The Sorcerer said, offering his hand.

Jackson shook it. "Jackson Whitmore."

The sorcerer invited them inside the temple. They were lead into a wide room. They were asked to take off their shoes and seat in the floor around a table.

"Mr. Stilinski-"

"Please, call me Stiles. Mr. Stilinski is my dad." Stiles cut him before he cringed more in guilt.

"Stiles, then, I assume Harry told you why I invited you here." Stiles nod. "Could you kindly fill us in on what had happened on your side of the battle?"

Stiles spent the next ten minutes recounting event from the time he sensed Harry's spirit to when he cleansed the place of the nasty energy left by the ritual.

"Interesting." The sorcerer commented. "And the Earth's magic did not harm you?"

Stiles shook his head. He looked at his hands, remembering the feel of the unadulterated magic of the Earth itself. "I know it should have. But I felt something in my gut and took a leap of faith."

The sorcerer looked down his eyes shifting from left to right, thinking fast and hard of something.

"Stiles, I mean you no insult, but would you enlighten me as to what you are?" The doctor asked.

Stiles had always told everyone else that he was magic. But this time, he knew his real label was important to disclose. "A druid called me a 'Spark'. I'm not sure- I don't really know exactly what it is or what it entails."

The sorcerer squinted his eyes and he looked like he was thinking hard. But in the end he shook his head.

"I'm sorry but I'm not familiar with this Spark."

"It's not really a specific thing. It's like a precursor to something or a remnant of something else. It's a potential with unlimited probability."

"That doesn't really explain what a spark is."

Stiles tapped on the table thinking of how to better explain himself being a spark. "Do you know Gaia?"

"I do."

"Not Gaia of the greeks. The real Gaia, the daughter of Demiurge."

Doctor Strange smiled fondly. "I do know, Stiles. In fact, her sister is one of my patrons."

"Oshtur?" Stiles whispered. "The Gray Goddess of Balance and Order?"

Doctor Strange nodded. Stiles jaw dropped. It was one thing to know something that powerful existed. But it's a whole other thing when someone else confirm they truly exists.

"So are you saying you're a child of Demiurge?"

"I'm not. A spark is more of an umbrella label of someone who used the magic in them and around them. What make us different from other magics is the fact that we made the conscious choice to believe in magic and like a 'spark' it started a wildfire inside of us that reaches out to all branches of magic. We became magic not because we are but because we choose to be. That is why the core of our magic is not knowledge but the strength of our belief."

"That's why you can bend the power of the Earth. You believed you can and your belief willed it."

Stiles nodded.

"You do realize the implication of what you are saying?"

Stiles took a quick intake breath and looked as if someone almost run him over with a monster truck. He knew it was coming but he didn't fully comprehend it, or maybe he just refused to comprehend it, until it was right in front of him like a big, pink-tutu-wearing, purple elephant. He did not entertain the implication of what he could be. "I- I'm..."

A hand touched his shoulders and gave it a gentle comforting squeeze. Stiles smiled at Jackson. "I just wanted to protect my friends."

The sorcerer supreme studied him for a long moment. "I think I understand now. Right now, you are not ready to confront this. But you will in your own time."

"Yeah. I'm still new to all of this magic stuffs." Stiles said, grateful that he was pressured to confront this changes.

Stiles opened about his connection to Avenger and though he wasn't under SHIELD anymore, he run as an emissary based on the direction of his uncle. He questioned the Sorcerer Supreme of their intentions, of what they're role was supposed to be.

Stiles was right all along. The Sorcerer Supreme and his followers where the good guys. They were sort of like the mytical equivalent of the Avengers.

Stiles pushed for an alliance. The sorcerer admitted he was thinking about it for a long time but he did not commit for anything. But he will consider a meeting with SHIELD and the Avengers in the near future. Also, he was pleasantly surprised that Stiles and Jackson were part of the Avengers.

The sorcerer offered to teach their mystical ways to Stiles to which Stiles accepted but not for the near future. He was still a student after all and he did promise his Dad and Uncle he would keep his greats good. Dr. Strange agreed that it was for the best and asked Stiles to spar with Stiles every now and them. Because battle between magics was very different.

"I can sense there's a question you're dying to ask. Go on." Doctor Strange encouraged him when they were about to leave.

Stiles nodded because it was nagging inside his mind like a flock of crazy flying monkeys. "That amulet you have." Stiles pointed at the eye shaped amulet the sorcerer was wearing. "Something very powerful is inside it. I've never felt anything like it. What is it?"

"You can feel it? Even when the eye is closed?" Stephen considered Stiles for a few moments. The sorcerer made hand gestures and Stiles felt magic gathering around the sorcerer. Then the Eye of Agamoto begun to unlock and revealed a glowing green stone inside it.

Stiles felt something washed over him and he heard echoes of voices and blurred images flashed in his mind like a reflection from a wineglass. Then it suddenly disappeared.

"What were those images?" Stiles asked. He felt like he knew them. Like those were his own memories.

Then he realized there was a connection of between him and the glowing Stone. Green specks of light were floating around him and across the eye. When he tried to catch it, it blue barrier kept them away from touching him.

He looked at the Dr. Strange who was watching him critically. Then he realized everything has stopped moving around him as if they were frozen... in time.

"What is happening?" Stiles asked.

The sorcerer walked closer to him and made a hand gesture, as if he was turning a door knob. A magic circle glowing in his hands turned. He did it again for several times.

"How peculiar. You seemed to be immune to the Time Gem." The Doctor Strange said. "And you said 'images'?"

Stills think back to those images. Nothing was clear but he had a feeling that it belonged to him. "Yes. I think they were my... memories. But they feel... different? And they looked different." Stiles said.

"I'm not sure but I think you used the Time Gem before." Doctor Strange made another gesture and hundreds of crystal prisms appeared out of thin air. Stiles was aware that the unusual glowing in his skin flared and suddenly one of prism shattered. "And I can't access that previous time stream to know why you did it."

Stiles raised his hand, warily looking at the barrier keeping the green specks of light from touching him. It felt like his own magic but it was stronger. A lot stronger. He looked at the Sorcerer Supreme and asked, "What does this mean?"

"The truth is I do not know. But there must be a good reason behind it. But whatever it is, it must have been extreme for you to use an infinity gem."

Stiles shivered at the feeling of dread. Of something really bad was going to happen. Or has happened in the future.

"Stiles?" The sorcerer called out worriedly. He must have sense that Stiles was shaken from something.

"I just have a really bad feeling about it." Stiles unanswered truthful, wring his knuckle like he was ready to fight something

"Whatever it is, we should probably keep this to ourselves in the meantime. It'll come to you in due time." Doctor Strange said. Stiles agreed. And the sorcerer relinquished his hold over time.

"Just call me when you need help." The Sorcerer Supreme offered and he held out his hand.

Stiles shook his hand. "Likewise. Preferably not world ending shit like the last time where I almost died but didn't knew I was almost going to die. But I can be swayed by a good argument." Stiles said honestly. Stiles let go of his hand. And both of them stood up. Then Stiles remembered something. "Actually, there is something you could help me with."

The doctor cracked a smile. "Didn't think you'd take it up this early. But, what can I help you with?"

Stiles smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry, Doc. It's not actually me but someone I know. Say, do you have any knowledge about Phoenixes?"

The Sorcerer smiled widely. "Do I?"

Turned out, they have a huge library. And it was pretty impressive archive of books. Stiles wanted to camp in and not come out until he read every one of them. Jackson has to literally pull him away from the shelves he was hugging like it was his child and cooing and singing it praises. The sorcerer supreme chuckled fondly at the younger magician's antics.