𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 - 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈

Chapter Sixteen

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

"So now it's doctors?" Charlotte questions, walking alongside Stiles to her locker. "Sort of." Stiles sighs, leaning against the locker next to her as she fumbles with her combination. "Healers, to be more specific."

"So doctors."

"No- not.." Stiles lets out a frustrated sigh. "Healers. Okay?"

"Fine so healers, and there's already been two." Charlie swings her locker open, grabbing a few books, putting a few back. "And now Deaton." Stiles sighs, fumbling gently with his hands.

Charlotte slams her locker shut, looking over at Stiles, her eyes widened "Deaton?" The girl gasps. Stiles nods his head sadly, letting out a sigh. "Yeah."

"So for now, we have to use the only resource we have to find him.. Lydia"

Charlie shakes her head somberly, swinging her locker closed as they walk to find Lydia. "But he's not dead yet, we still have time." Charlotte chirps up, trying to look for any sort of good in this situation.

"Then we find him. Before it's too late." Stiles nods.

-✵-

"A Ouija board?" Lydia asks, rather unimpressed.  "Also called a spirit board." Stiles responds as he pulls it open. "And it's worth a shot."

They had finally found Lydia with a rather threatening Cora, who Charlotte hadn't actually met yet, dragging the two along to an empty classroom.

"A shot in the dark." Lydia points, the three girls were all sat next to each other, with Lydia in the middle, clearly thinking this whole thing was a waste of time. "I just wanna say I agree." Charlotte quips, making Stiles roll his eyes.

"Could you just try it please, Okay?" Stiles snaps back, putting it in front of them.  "Lets not forget who this is for, Scotts boss. The guy who has saved our collective asses on more than one occasion."

He places the planchette down, Charlotte rolling her eyes and flipping it around the correct way. "Have you never used an Ouija board before?" The girl muses, making Stiles sigh. "No, why would I?"

Before Charlotte can respond, Cora interrupts their short lived bickering. "Shouldn't we all do this?"

The group nods, placing their hands on it and looking at Lydia expectantly. "You guys ready?" Stiles says, looking at everyone as they throw out a chorus of yeses.

They all grow quiet, waiting for some kind of clue or sign."Wheres doctor Deaton?" Stiles voices, the group turning to Lydia again, who's not paying any attention to what's happening as she looks back. "What?"

"Aren't you gonna answer it?"

Lydia looks around again like it wasn't a question for her before finally answering. "Oh I don't know the answer. I thought we were asking some sort of spirit."

"Well do you know any spirits?" Coras tone is laced with the tiniest bit of annoyance.

"Is she for real." Lydia responds, turning to look at the other two, making Charlotte let out a loud snort, Stiles glaring at her. "You're not helping."

"Lets just move on." He sighs, pulling a keychain out of his pocket.

"These are Deaton's keys for the clinic, close your eyes, and I'm gonna put them 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'm not a psychic." Lydia counters, still looking uninterested.

Stiles just stares at her for a moment. "You're something! Okay?" He snapped, frustrated with the attitude Lydia was sporting. "Just, Lydia, put out your hands."