Unspoken - Book 5 - S.S.

Apotheosis

A/N: The last chapter is here! Can't believe we're here already. As usual, I hope you've been enjoying the story and let me know your thoughts! An epilogue is coming as well!

Considering having gone after Sebastien would take them nowhere, Scott had decided to follow another lead. So, taking one of the Dread Doctors from the cabin toward the animal clinic, he and Liam practically carried the half-conscious Doctor inside.

"He's still alive!" Scott announced, causing Deaton - and Stiles, who had left the station for some reason - to turn around and look at him.

"Get him on the table." The vet said and, as Scott and Liam did as they were told, Stiles' eyes snapped toward Diana and he was quick to notice the stress written all over her face.

Crossing the room while Deaton and the werewolves worked on the Doctor, Stiles rushed over to his girlfriend, wrapping his arms around her as Diana shoved her face against his chest.

"That bad?" He whispered, tangling a hand on her hair as he kept Diana's forehead against him.

"Worse..." She mumbled, causing Stiles to hum gently as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"Can you keep him alive?" Scott asked, as he stood with Deaton and Liam by the operation table where the Dread Doctor was laying while Stiles moved with Diana to stand nearby as well, but keeping her close to him, almost afraid she'd crumble if he let her go.

"I'm not sure he technically is alive." Deaton responded.

"Screw keeping him alive!" Liam shook his head, aggravated. "How do we get him to talk?"

"Personally, I don't think we utilize torture nearly enough..." Stiles said, as Diana bit her tongue to stop herself from agreeing.

Before any of them could say anything else, however, Liam and Scott stopped, closing their eyes with their attentive ears as they always did whenever trying to hear something only they could.

"Did you hear that?" Liam asked, as Scott frowned, in concentration.

Before he could answer, however, the Doctor in the table bolted upright, a high-pitched loud sound coming off of him as everyone cowered around, covering their ears. While they were busy, the Doctor stood up in heavy feet and started to leave. Snapping his head around in his direction, Liam growled, making move to go after him, but, before he could, the Doctor was out of the doors, his gloves creating what looked to be a force field around them.

"Liam, wait!" Scott called, but Liam reached for the Doctor anyway, his hand hitting the electromagnetic field the Doctor had created, sending him flying across the room.

Diana felt her eyes widening, but, before she could even react, everything slightly metal in the room flew straight toward the magnetic field in front of them. Exchanging a look with Scott, Liam stood up again to walk over to it, but before Liam could properly touch it, Deaton stopped him.

"Stop." He said. "It's electrified."

"Why would he would do that?" Scott asked, gently putting his hand up against the furniture and pulling his fingers straight back when a jolt of electricity ran through him.

"Because now we're locked inside." Diana sighed, still sitting on the floor as she rubbed her temples gently. "We're stuck inside and we can't do anything about it."

"That's not true." Liam said. "I can hear them outside."

"Hear who?" Stiles asked, as he gently helped Diana back up to her feet.

"Sebastien." Liam said. "He's calling the Doctor Marcel. He's... He's asking for the pique."

"And does Marcel know who has it?" Diana asked. "The pique. Who has it, Liam?"