theunexpectedhero
John had been helping, at least that's what the man had told himself. The sheriff helping werewolves, kitsune, werecoyotes, a banshee, and his insane son take on a powerful wind kitsune who was trying to destroy Beacon Hills. He was just a man with a gun and zero clue what he was doing. He'd been separated from the others, so he'd retreated to the home of the new kitsune. It was there that he found an ornamental box with a glass dagger inside. He could tell by the storm brewing outside that shit was getting real for the kids and a word flashed into his head 'tails'.
It'd come from one of Stiles' chessboard lessons, tails were manifestations of a kitsune's power. He picked up the box and smashed it, but the blade hadn't broken. He used the but of his gun, smashing it into a thousand pieces. The storm outside seemed to falter, weaken, but something was happening to him as well and he started to feel incredibly weird.
He staggered out to his car, and managed to get home without collapsing. He fell onto his knees and he closed his eyes. He took a couple breaths and then opened his eyes. He felt... amazing. He looked at his hands which seemed younger, stronger. He narrowed his eyes, "What the hell?" It was his voice that caught him, how different it sounded. It wasn't as gravelly or tired. He looked to the mirror and stood up. "You've got to be kidding me." He said. His clothes didn't fit the same, looser around the stomach, but tight around the shoulders.
He picked up his phone and dialled the Yukimura's and after a two minute conversation with Noshiko, he knew exactly what'd happened. He had just hung up when he heard Stiles' jeep in the yard. He'd been this physical age when he'd first bought it for Claudia. He heard the boy calling for him and he focused, pitching his voice deeper and making it rougher sounding, "I'm in here."
He heard the door open and turned to look at his son, "Sit down son, I've got a lot to explain."
