Everyone Has Demons [Teen Wolf]

9

"You do know that I've only been practicing magic for a few months right?" I asked Deaton.

"You're first spell was a success, I'd say you have a talent for it," he said.

"But yet every single attempt at locating Boyd and Erica has failed," I reminded him.

"The least you can do is try."

I glanced at Isaac who was sitting on the couch in the loft. "This probably isn't going to work." I sat down next to him cross-legged so we were facing each other.

"Negativity isn't helping anything," Deaton said.

"Fine, ok. It might work, is that better?" I asked glancing up. Deaton shook his head and I sighed. I lit the candle that was on the table next to us, white for enhancing psychic abilities since I clearly had no faith in mine. I closed my eyes, grabbed Isaac's hands and took a breath then cracked an eye open to see Deaton staring at me. "Could you look at something else?"

"I'll just go upstairs," he said. I nodded and he went up the staircase.

Isaac squeezed my hands lightly. "Don't worry if it doesn't work, alright? Derek said he had someone who might be able to help if you can't."

"Right." I took another deep breath before realizing that Isaac had actually made me feel better about it, knowing he wasn't going to be upset if I failed took some of the pressure off. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on drawing out the memories. I lost track of how long we sat there but eventually I just gave up. "Nothing?"

"Nothing," he told me.

"The words may be corny but I feel like I'm floundering without them. Brooke always had a way with words; I'm not surprised the spell she wrote worked for me. From everything I've read it seems like I should be able to do this stuff without saying anything, but I need the crutch."

"You'll figure it out," he assured me.

"No luck?" Deaton asked coming down the stairs. Isaac and I shook our heads. The elevator opened and Derek and Peter walked out.

"He's your backup plan?" I asked.

"I'm happy to see you too, Ava," Peter said. I made a face.

"Why is he here?" Isaac asked.

"To get your memories back, little wolf," Peter said. I rolled my eyes and Peter patted my shoulder as he walked by.

"I don't trust him," I told Derek.

"Neither do I, but he knows how to get Isaac's memories back. Unless your little spell worked?"

"It didn't, but I don't need to condescending tone, thank you very much."

"How cute, the human thinks she's a witch," Peter said. "I liked the idea of you hanging around better when you were useful, now you're just in the way."

"What do you know, I hate the idea of you hanging around all together," I said.

"If you two are done, we can get on with this," Derek said.

"Have a seat," Peter said to Isaac. I paced behind them. "Are you going to continue doing that?"

"I don't like you," I said.

"No one does," Derek told me. "Now sit down, he needs to concentrate."

Reluctantly I pulled up a chair next to Derek's. "How do you know how to do this again?" Isaac asked Peter.

"It's an ancient ritual, performed mostly my alphas. It requires lots of practice as if there is even one slip you could paralyze the person, or kill them."