From London Teen Wolf Fanfiction

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"Scott" Vicky shouted from the car, "come on, we have to get back to Deaton!"

"Coming!" Scott shouted back, he got into the car and began to drive towards the vet surgery, with Stiles' Jeep closely behind, he glanced at Vicky before looking back at the road. "Are we going to talk about last night?"

"No" Vicky replied, looking out the side window.

They drove the rest of the way in silence, Vicky got out the car as soon as it stopped and walked into the surgery, Scott waited for Stiles who gave him a questioningly look and Scott shook his head. They walked into the back room where Deaton started to explain the injection for Jackson. Vicky took a step back, stating she didn't like needles.

"It's the same stuff we use on the dogs" Deaton gave the needle and plunger to Scott, "just a higher dosage. If you can get close enough to Jackson, it should slow him down enough to buy you some time"

Deaton turned to Stiles and held some black powder in his hand, letting it fall through his fingers, Vicky recognised it as mountain ash. "This is some of what you'll be using to create the barrier. This part is for you Stiles. Only you"

Stiles glanced at Vicky and Scott, "uh" he said. "That sounds like a lot of pressure. Can we find a slightly less pressure filled task for me?"

Deaton ignored him and carried on talking. "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" He smiled at the teen "to give me any trouble"

Stiles gawped at Deaton, sceptical of his ability, "so what then?" He asked, "I just spread this around the whole building and then either Jackson and whoever's controlling him can't cross it?"

"Yes" Deaton replied, smiling, "they'll be trapped"

"It doesn't sound too hard" Scott said, Vicky nodded in agreement.

"Think of it like gunpowder" Deaton told Stiles, "it's just a powder until a spark ignites it. You need to be that spark Stiles"

Stiles looked up quickly in shock. "If you mean light myself on fire. I don't think I'm for it!"

Deaton smiled, "let me try a different analogy. I used to golf, and 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"

Stiles repeated his words, "force of will"

"If this is going to work Stiles" Deaton told him, "you have to believe it"

***

"You okay?" Scott asked Stiles, as they stood by Stiles' Jeep. Their eyes got blinded for a moment as Vicky pulled up in her Mustang and got out of it, she was dressed in short black shorts, with fishnet tights and a bright purple crop top with mesh covering it. She walked over to the teens smiling. "I haven't been to a rave for ages. She walked back to her car to get something when she stopped dead, at the same time as Scott sniffed the air. "Allison?" She asked, already knowing the answer.

"No! Not here, not now!" Scott ran off into the warehouse, Vicky walked over to Stiles and placed both of her hands on his shoulders.

"Stiles, you'll be fine" she told him, "believe in yourself, we'll be inside, shout if you need anything"

"Okay" Stiles replied, Vicky squeezed his shoulders and ran off after Scott, a bouncer stood in her way.

"Ticket" He said, outstretching his hand.