Wicked Witchcraft (Stiles Stilinski)

A Game of Waiting

The candles were quick to light back up, showing that all three of them had successfully sacrificed themselves. They all floated back to the surface, still completely unconscious. Lydia, Isaac, and Deaton all looked to me.

"So what now?" Lydia asked me.

"My part's over," I told her. "Now we just have to wait for them to wake up and tell us."

"How long is that gonna take?" Isaac questioned.

I shrugged, "It could be minutes, it could be hours. We're talking about magic here, it's not set in stone. Considering the size of this ritual and how much power we will be giving back to the nemeton, it might be on the longer side of things."

"So now it's just one big guessing game," Isaac stated, obviously frustrated.

"Think of it this way: Allison, Scott, and Stiles are in the same situation as a coma patient. They're alive, but it's up to them when they wake up."

"Except in this case, it's up to your magic when they wake up."

I nodded my head, "Kind of. Ultimately, it's not in anyone's hands but their own now."

I looked on worryingly at my friends. It was so spooky to see them laying there essentially dead. They all looked white as a sheet, and Stiles' lips turned an alarming shade of blue.

I thought back to how not even hours ago, I kissed him. I felt so embarrassed, when I pulled away, he looked like I had just told him I killed his dad. It was that level of shock. I was also mortified at how I felt like I basically swallowed his mouth because I couldn't even function properly as a witch to calm him down with my magic. I mean, I have had my fair share of kisses in my lifetime, the least I could have done was give him a better kiss. The most embarrassing thing about it all was that I kind of liked the feeling he gave me when I kissed him. 

I looked away from all of them to see Deaton's eyes on me as I looked at Stiles. I made eye contact with him and said, "You should know what to do if they wake up right?"

He nodded, "I think I can manage."

"Great," I said, grabbing my bag. "Lydia, I'm going to go pick up some fresh clothes for them, do you want to come with me?"

"But what about them?" She gestured to the three teens in the tubs.

"I can't sit still and just watch, Lydia. I need to do something." She shrugged and made to follow me out the door. I stopped and turned to Isaac.

"Text me if anything changes, I'll be back over here in a heartbeat." Isaac nodded, and I grabbed my cardigan and left.

We got to Lydia's car, and decided to make our way to Allison's first. I sat in Lydia's passenger seat, and I explained to her what we found in her file in Morrell's office.

"So that's why she tried to kill me?" She asked, "I was drawing the nemeton the entire time?"

"Must be a banshee thing," I said to her. "How does that feel, by the way? To like, know what you are?"

Lydia shook her head, "I'd feel a lot better knowing how to use it rather than just knowing what I am. But it is slightly comforting to know that I'm not really crazy."

I nodded, "At least we can start working with it."

"Have you ever come across a banshee before?"

"Why would you think I have?"

She gave me the side eye, "June, you lived in New York City. What didn't you come across?"

I laughed, "That's true. And yes I have met a banshee before."