Stiles was used to everything going bad and then getting worse. He was used to everyone being evil and out to get him. What he didn't expect was Haley Darby. A seemingly normal girl who, admittedly, had caught his attention before. She stumbled into...
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The ice rattled round the three metal tubs and Deaton poured the bag in. Hayley waited anxiously at the side. Stiles and her had been attached at the hip, scared to let go of one another. Her back was leant against his front and she leant into him, feeling his head on her shoulder and his hands on her waist. She bit her lip, hating what was about to happen.
"All right." Deaton said to the teenagers. Looking towards the three about to be surrogate sacrifices, "What did you bring?"
Stiles stepped away from Hayley, pulling something out of his pockets, "Um, I got my dad's badge." He lifted it up, "Jennifer kind of crushed it in her hand, so I tried hammering it out a bit. Still doesn't look great. Um..." He spoke heavy, uncertain.
"It doesn't need to look good if it has meaning." Deaton stated with a slight smile. Stiles looked back at the badge, rubbing it between his fingers. He wrapped his arms round Hayley again, no one being as good as his girlfriend at comforting him. She rubbed circles into his arms, her nails faintly grazing over the skin and calming him.
Isaac looked at Allison, "Is that an actual silver bullet?" He asked.
Allison held the bullet in her hands, "Yeah, my dad made it as a kind of ceremonial thing. When one of us finished learning all the skills to be a hunter, we forge a silver bullet as a testament to the code." She smiled sadly, flipping it in her hands.
"Scott?" Deaton said, trying to catch the werewolf's attention.
Scott looked up, having been in deep thought. He opened his hands to reveal a watch, "My dad got my mom this watch when she first got hired at the hospital. She used to say it was the only thing in her marriage that ever worked."
"Okay. The three of you will get in. Each of us will hold you down until you're essentially, well, dead. But it's not just someone to hold you under. It needs to be someone who can pull you back. Someone that has a strong connection to you, a kind of emotional tether."
Lydia walked to Allison, "Lydia." She glanced at Deaton, "I think it best, you sit out of this." A heavy silence filled the air.
"Are you sure? I mean, Scott and I both have to go under." Allison said. She and Isaac shared an awkward glance and then she looked at Scott.
"It's okay." He promised. And then walked over to the tub.
"Hayley you go with Stiles and I will go with Scott." Deaton ordered.
Allison, Scott and Stiles stood at the edge of the tin bathtubs. Heavy exhales leaving their lips as they prepared for the intense cold about to hit them. Allison tried dipping her toe in and instantly dithered.
Stiles turned to look at Hayley. Her eyes were glossed over, her hands clenched together to remain strong for her boyfriend. She nodded, a tight-lipped smile forced on her features though there was not a single happy thing about what they were about to do.
