"Ketamine?" Scott questions looking at Deaton. Yes we managed to get tickets to the rave... Well let me correct that Isaac got Stiles and Scott two tickets and I batted my eye lashes at another lacrosse boy and got him to give me his extra.
"It's the same stuff we use on the dogs, just a higher dosage. If you can get close enough to Jackson, it should slow him down enough to buy you some time. This is some of what you'll use to create the barrier. This part is for you, Stiles. Only you." Deaton holds out a bag ands Stiles eyes go wide.
"Uh, that sounds like a lot of pressure. Can we maybe find a slightly less pressure - filled task for me?" Stiles voices sounding panicky.
"It's from the Mountain ash tree, which is believed by many cultures to protect against the supernatural. This office is lined with ashwood, making it difficult for someone like Scott to cause me any trouble." Season explains showing us how the office is lined.
"Okay, so then what? I just spread this around the whole building and then either Jackson or whoever's controlling him can't cross it?" Stiles ask making sure he understands.
"They'll be trapped." I confirm, just to make sure I'm right though I look to Deaton nods.
"Doesn't sound too hard." Scott shrugs.
Deaton gives us a look that lets me know there is more. "That's not all there is. Think of it like gunpowder. It's just powder until a spark ignites it. You need to be that spark, Stiles."
"If you mean light myself on fire, I don't think I'm up for that." Stiles stammers wide eyed.
"Let me try a different analogy. I used to golf. I learned that the best golfers never swing before first imagining where they want the ball to go. They see it in their mind and their mind takes over. It can be pretty extraordinary what the force of your own will can accomplish." Deaton try's a different approach.
"Force of will." Stiles realizes looking over at me. I shoot him a soft reassuring smile.
"If ... If this is going to work, Stiles, you have to believe it." Deaton stresses what Stiles will have to do.
"Mm... Hmm." Stiles hums still unsure. ****** After our meeting with Deaton, Stiles dropped me off at my house and told me he'd come back by later and get me.
Deciding that a t-shirt and running shorts wasn't rave approved, I headed to my closet to find something. Deciding on some short shorts and a rolling stones crop top.
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Just as I finish tying my bandana in my hair I here a honk outside. Grabbing my phone and sliding it in my pocket I take off out to the jeep. Making it three I throw the door open and see Stiles staring at me wide eyed.
"What?" I ask looking down as I get self conscious.
"Nothing you just look hot." He grins making me roll my eyes and climb in. I feel a blush creep on my lips as I look down.
Stiles starts heading towards Scott's house but I notice how quite and tense he is. "Hey what's wrong?" I ask placing my hand on his bicep.
Stiles turns to me with a raised eye brow. "What do you mean?"
"Your tense and quite." I state running my hand up his arm.
"It's nothing don't worry about it." He shrugs turning back to the road.
Sorry Stilinski but that is not gonna fly with me. "Oh no Stiles don't shut me out. Come on you can talk to me, you know I'll do anything to help you." I beg.
"Devin I promise it's nothing." He attempts to assure me.
"Stiles please let me in. Let me help you." I beg again.
Stiles takes a deep breath before sighing again. "I got my dad fired."
I try to hold back the gasp that threatens my lips. "They fired him? Why?"
"He said it was decided that the son of a police chief stealing police property and having a restraining order filed against him by one of the town's most respected attorneys did not reflect well on the county." He tells me, his voice trembling a bit.
"Stiles it's not your fault. Jackson's parents just over reacted." I try reassuring him. "I still can't believe the fired him."
"He claims its temporary but... I just don't know Devin. I screwed up really bad this time. I'm just a big screw up." He mumbles trying to keep his eyes on the road.
Not knowing what to do I scoot across the seat and wrap my arms around his torso as he drives. "You aren't a big screw up Stiles. You're a teenager, you make mistakes. But you know what your dad will always love.... I'll always love you." Leaning up I place a kiss on his cheek then move and rest my head on his shoulder.
"I love you too." He whispers intertwining one of our hands. The rest of the car ride to Scott's was silent and even once Scott was in the jeep with us Stiles on said a few words here and there.
Finally though we arrive at the rave. For the time being I shove all other thoughts in the back of my brain it's time to focus on catching Jackson.
