Seasons 3A - 3B
After an amazing summer in Beacon Hills with friends, the pack return to school. And ironically enough their lives become a nightmare not one second after stepping foot inside the high school.
Now they must deal with a pack of Alph...
Scott left to go try and find Deaton, while Stiles and I looked for Lydia at school. The fire alarm was ringing when we got there. Of course, instead of doing what everyone was doing, the regular drill, we went inside because I couldn’t smell Lydia outside. Well, I could smell her outside but it wasn’t her. It was Aiden. I swear to god I will scold her when I see her. “She’s this way.” I led Stiles down the hall following Lydia's scent and catching another. Cora. Dear god. Looks like I’m not the only one with the thought to end this.
Stiles and I entered through our economics class, entering coach's office through the conjoined door. We found Cora and Lydia, Cora holding Lydia's wrist tightly.
“Let go.” Lydia said to Cora. “I said--” I interrupted. “Let go.”
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They both turned at the sound of my voice. I cross my arms at Cora, giving her a scolding glare, “You heard her the first time Cora.” I angle my chin up. “Let her go.”
Cora reluctantly let her go, Lydia rubbed her wrist. I tap my foot on the ground, looking at my cousin. “Cora, if telling Lydia to get her paws off Aiden was all Derek sent you to do, I think you’re done here.” As much as I would prefer Lydia to stay away from Aiden, I can’t stop her just like I can’t stop being a werewolf. Doesn't mean I can still scold her. Cora shook her head, “I’m not leaving.”
“Hales,” Stiles mussed. “Such stubborn creatures.” Cora and I glared at him, he quickly retracted his statement. Fine, if she wasn’t going to leave. I told Lydia what was happening with Deaton while Stiles texted Scott to tell him we got Lydia. She agreed to help, however she didn’t understand how we were going to do that with a ouija board as we all entered the next class.
“A ouija board?” Lydia questioned as we sat down at the table. “Also called a spirit board.” Stiles said as he pulled it and the triangle out. “And, it's worth a shot…”
“A shot in the dark.”
“Could you just try it, please?” Stiles said impatiently. “Okay, let's not forget who this is for-- Scott's boss, the guy who has saved our collective asses on more than one occasion.”
Cora waved at the board, “Oh, wait. Should we all do this?”
Stiles nodded and we all put our hands on the triangle mouse. “You guys ready?”
The girls and I nod. Did I want to do this now, I have seen enough movies to know never ever do this. For goodness sakes I am a freaking werewolf. If I exist, shit like this exists.
“Where's Dr. Deaton?” Stiles asked the board. Nothing happened and I silently thanked that nothing happened, however we looked to Lydia for an answer. “What?”
“Aren't you gonna answer it?”
“Oh, I don't know the answer. I thought we were asking some sort of spirit.”
“Well, do you know any spirits?” Cora asked. Lydia looked from Cora to me and pointed at her. “Is she for real?” Cora simply rolled her eyes.
“Okay,” Stiles decided to change tactics and pulled out Deatons keys that Scott gave us. “These are Deaton's keys for the clinic.” Stiles held them up for Lydia. “Close your eyes, and I'm gonna put 'em in your hand, and then we're just gonna try and see if you can feel out for his location. It's called psychometry.”
I rub my temple feeling a headache coming on. “Just indulge us Lyds.” I begged her. “Please?”
Lydia sighed, closing her eyes and extending her palm out for the keys. Stiles mouthed a thank you to me and dropped the keys in her hand. She flinched at the contact. “What?”
Lydia shrugged. “They're cold.” Stiles groaned. He was taking this very seriously, I guess if we manage to save Deaton quickly there won’t be any need to tell his dad. He doesn’t want it. “Lydia, concentrate, please? Trying to save lives here, for the love of God.” Lydia sighed and closed her eyes again. Except this time she furrowed her brows concentrating. “Yeah, what is it?” Stiles said excitedly. “What do you see?”
Lydia sighed and opened her eyes again. “Nothing.” I bang my head on the table.
“Automatic writing?” Lydia said skeptically at the pencil Stiles held up. She shrugged and took it, beginning to work in the notebook. I frowned at the way her pencil moved, she wasn’t writing. I peered in to see her draw this twiggy tree instead of words.
“Lydia, what are you doing?” I asked, looking at the tree she was drawing. “What…” Stiles was flagastbered. “What the hell is that?”
“A tree.” Lydia replied in a duh tone. Stiles nodded, taking my words into consideration. “I know.”
“Lydia, you're supposed to be writing words-- like, in sentences, something like a location, something that would tell us where he is.”
“Well, maybe you should've said that.” Lydia said sarcastically.
Stiles looked at me and cora in disbelief. This was really getting to him. “A tr--?” I stood and grabbed Stiles, pulling him away deeper in the classroom before he could begin to rant. I grabbed him by the shoulders. “Stiles, you need to calm down.”
“Calm down?” He pointed over my shoulder. “None of this is working. Every minute we waste Deaton is closer to death.”
I grabbed his hand, making him look at me as I spoke. “Stiles you and I both know the real reason you're in a rush is because if we can’t find him there is a possibility we have to tell you dad.” Stiles froze, his heart beat spiked. I knew I was right. “I- I don’t know what you're talking about.” I gave him a look and pointed at my ears, signaling that I was listening to him.
He hung his head defeated, he really didn’t want to tell his dad. As much as it would benefit him and us. “Stiles,” I took his hand. “You are going to have to tell him one day.” It’s inevitable. Stiles scratched the back of the head, exhaling deeply. “I know. But,” He sighed. “I want to keep him away from all of this if possible.”
I nod, I understood so much. “For 16 years I’ve kept my secret from you.” I reminded him. “16 long years I kept my true self from you and Scott. And maybe if I had told the two of you before then Scott never would have gotten bitten and we probably wouldn't be here right now.” I always did wonder what everything would be like if I had told them sooner.
It would probably be a little bit better than this, Erica wouldn't be- well she wouldn't be dead. At least I think. “But you know what I am glad you know now, it makes all of this easier. And it was such a great relief when I got it off my shoulders.” I didn’t have to hide it any more. And don’t get me wrong I always worry when we’re in trouble because of all of this, but if I didn’t have them by my side I’d be going through this alone and miserable.
Stiles nodded, taking my words into consideration. “I know.”
I rubbed his arm sympathetically and we joined Cora and Lydia at the table again.
“Isn't she supposed to be some kind of genius?” Cora questioned us both when we sat down. Lydia nods. “Genius? Yes. Psychic? No.”
She resumed drawing. “Honestly, I don't even know why you're bothering with me, anyway... I mean, especially since it's obvious you should be talking to Danny.”
I frown. “What? Why Danny?”
“Because…” Scott appeared at the door with a cut on his shoulder. Smelling like Deucalion. After everything that happened I’ve recognized all of the alphas scents. Was he here? “Last night, he was a target. But he wasn't a sacrifice.”
