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a gaelic word

He was going to ask more questions, keep digging until he figured it out. And that could be bad, for all of them.

Adrianna got out of the car, closing the door and leaning against it for a few moments. Scott was nice, way too nice to her than she deserved, and he had welcomed her into his life and she knew he only meant well. But if he were to find out, to know about the monster that she was, he wouldn't be so nice.

She took in a deep breath. Her eyes focused on the car next to hers, a familiar blue and black jeep. Stiles' jeep. She frowned, looking to the animal clinic. Why was he here? She pushed herself off the car and travelled inside.

She could hear voices in the back, Stiles voice and he seemed almost annoyed. She walked over to the little white gate, unlatching the cold latch and walking towards the brick doorway.

Deaton and Stiles were leaning over a metal bench, talking quickly. She wondered what they could be talking about. She knocked against the rough wall, the men snapping their heads to her. They both frowned at her presence. She sighed, her shit could wait.

"Sorry to interrupt, I'll come back later." She turned around and started to walk back to the gate.

Stiles looked at Deaton then back to her, standing up straight and nearly knocking the table over. "Uh wait."

Adrianna turned around with raised eyebrows and curious eyes.

"Uh, you seem to know about a fair few things, you might be able to help us?" Stiles wondered.

Adrianna eyed him carefully before looking to Deaton. He nodded, a small confident smile on his lips. She hated that smile. "Sure." She took off her jacket and walked over to them.

Stiles smiled, more to himself and moved around on the bench so he could face her. "Okay, so you know the murder this morning on the track?"

Adrianna nodded.

"Right well, i don't know if you know, but that's the fourth murder of the same kind. And at first, I thought someone was sacrificing virgins but the one today, he wasn't a virgin. So then I did some research, and this is nearly exactly what the druids did."

Adrianna slowly nodded and looked to Deaton, "So, is this guy a druid?"

"No. It's someone copying a centuries old practice of a people who should have known better. Do you know what the word druid means in Gaelic?"

"No." Stiles answered for them both.

"Wise oak. The Celtic druids were close to nature. They believed they kept it in balance. They were philosophers and scholars, they weren't serial killers."

"Yeah, well this one is." Stiles sighed. He yanked his vibrating phone out of his pocket, putting it quickly to his ear. "Hey, I can't talk right now." There was a silence. "Wait, what?" Another pause whilst whoever on the other line spoke. "Okay, are you sure he's missing?" He hung up the phone, already moving to the exit. "We have a problem. Deaton, I'm gonna need you to come with me."

He nodded and grabbed his jacket, following Stiles.

Adrianna grabbed her own jacket, fishing her keys out of her pocket. They obviously didn't need her any longer.

"Are you coming?"

Adrianna looked up to see Stiles' expectant eyes looking back at her. She looked down at her keys then back to him, she let out a small breath. "Of course."

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Adrianna listened to the recording with Deaton, the same frown indented on her forehead. That music, it was like a chant from a ritual.

Deaton paused the recording and handed the phone back to Lydia, "Can we get a copy of this?"

Lydia nodded, fiddling around on her phone. She seemed worried, stressed.

"Hey Doc, any help would be, you know, helpful." Stiles said, rummaging around frantically through the teachers desk.

"Each grouping of three would have it's own purpose, its own type of power. Virgins, healers, philosophers, warriors-"

"Wait wait wait. Warriors, could that also be like a soldier?" Stiles asked

"Absolutely."

Stiles held up a photo of a soldier standing next to a beautiful blond bride. It was an old photo. "Kyle was in ROTC with Boyd." He slammed the photo on the desk in between them all.

"That's got to be it. That's the pattern. Where's Boyd?"

Stiles struggled to pull his phone out of his pocket, "He's probably home right now. Im gonna try and get him on the phone." He walked away from them to take the call.

Adrianna lifted her eyes from the picture to Lydia. Her face had the hint of a frown, her mind whirring to figure something out. "Lydia? Something wrong?" 

Lydia shook her head slightly, looking to her best friends cousin. "No, it was, I mean," She took in a deep breath, "I just thought of someone else with a military connection."

Stiles hung up the phone, "Who?"

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Adrianna walked along the rows of empty desks in Mr Harris' classroom. It felt weird, something had been in here.

"This is just one of the many possibilities. He could of simply left for the day." Deaton suggested, putting down the honour code.

"Yeah well," Stiles pulled out a black bag from behind the desk. "Not without this."

Adrianna sighed, walking to stand next to Lydia. She couldn't figure out what she was, she wasn't human, not a werewolf and she hears strange things sometimes. She was fairly certain Lydia didn't even know she was supernatural herself.

Stiles picked up a piece of paper on the desk, frowning as he slowly straightened his back.

"What?" Adrianna asked

Stiles flipped the paper around, "This test is graded R."

Deaton walked over to them, taking the paper from Stiles with a heavy frown.

Lydia held up another test, "This one's an H."

Deaton grabbed that one too, looking down at the tests sitting on the desk with the wrong grades on them. He started ruffling through them, organising them in a strange order that would make sense to them. He sighed once the word fit together, looking up. "Stiles, Adrianna, you remember I told you druid is the Gaelic work for wise oak?"

"Yeah" Adrianna answered carefully, looking to Stiles warily.

"If a druid went down the wrong path, the wise oak was sometimes said to become a dark oak. There's a Gaelic word for that as well." Deaton stood up, looking down cautiously at the word he had made from the test papers. "Darach."

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