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"an ouija board?"
lydia martin was inside a classroom with rachel, stiles and cora, trying to find out where the darach, whom was commiting the sacrifices, had taken deaton.
lydia scoffs, looking at stiles as if he has completely lost his mind.
"it's worth a shot." stiles states.
lydia scoffs. "a shot in the dark."
stiles sighs out. "could you just try it, please?"
lydia scoffs, giving stiles a look in disbelief.
"okay, let's not forget who this is for, scott's boss, the guy who has saved our collective asses on more than one occasions." stiles reminds impatiently.
"oh, wait–––should we all do this?" cora then asks.
"yeah, yeah..." stiles shook his head.
stiles then puts out his hand, making cora hold onto it, whom had rachel's hand in hers, lydia reluctantly doing the same.
"are you guys ready?" stiles then asks.
"yeah." rachel sighs out.
lydia rolls her eyes, thinking it was ridiculously, but gave an answer. "...of course."
"yes." cora answers.
"where is alan deaton?" stiles asks, looking at the board.
lydia then noticed everyone looking at her. "...what?" lydia frowns her brows in confusion.
"aren't you going to answer it?" stiles asks.
"oh, i don't know the answer to that, i thought we were asking some spirit." lydia then says.
"well, do you know any spirits?" cora asks.
lydia stares at the girl in disbelief, pointing a finger at her, looking at stiles and rachel. "...is she–––is she for real?"
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"okay." stiles then sighs out, him then dangling some keys in front of his face. "these are deaton keys for the clinic, close your keys and i'm gonna put them in your hands and you just feel them for a location, it's called–––psychometry."
"i'm not psychic." lydia denies.
"but you can feel when something's terrible about to happen." rachel states.
"you want to feel if he's dead?" lydia asks.
stiles had an impatient look in his eyes. "w-would you just hold out your..." stiles says in frustration, forcing her hand out.
lydia rolls her eyes, putting out her hand, then closing her eyes, her then feeling the cold metal being placed in her hands.
lydia caressed the keys with her hands, opening her eyes. "they're cold..."
stiles groans out. "lydia, come on, people's lives are at stake here!"
lydia sighs out, closing her eyes, her brows frowning deeply, the stilinski thinking she had got something as he saw her expression.
stiles had a hopeful look on his face as she opened her eyes. "did you see something? what did you see?"
lydia shrugs, shaking her head. "nothing."
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"automatic writing?"
rachel noticed a drawing on lydia's sketchpad. "...is that a tree? why are you drawing a tree?"
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Fanfictionthe story of the youngest argent, who clearly isn't hunters and huntresses like the rest of her family, all because of that little crescent moon mark on her back. all because of the mistake that her mother made, and because of that mistake, there wa...
