Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Believe

I don't exactly remembers who says what so bare with me lol.

   We're all currently standing in the vet clinic, trying to figure out what to do with the loose kanima.

  "Ketamine?" Stiles asks.

  "It's the same stuff we use in the dogs, just a higher dosage." Deaton answers. "If you can get close enough to Jackson, it should slow him down enough to buy you some time." He holds up a small black bag. "This is some of what you'll use to create the barrier." He looks at Stiles and I. "This part is for you guys. Only you."

  I take in a deep breath, already feeling stressed. "Uh, that sounds like a lot of pressure."

  Stiles agrees. "Can we maybe find a slightly less pressure-filled task for us?"

  Deaton ignores us and continues. "It's from the mountain ash tree, which is believed by many cultures to protect against the supernatural. This office is lined with ash wood, making it difficult for someone like Scott to cause me any trouble."

  I nod in understanding, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt.

  "Okay, so, then what? We just spread this around the whole building and then either Jackson or whoever's controlling him can't cross it?" Stiles shrugs.

  "They'll be trapped." Scott says.

  "Doesn't sound too hard." Stiles mutters and gives me a reassuring look.

  "Think of it like gunpowder." I glance back at Deaton. "It's just powder until a spark ignites it. You need to be that spark."

  "If you mean light ourselves on fire, I don't think I'm up for that. Are you?" Stiles turns to me and I quickly shake my head.

"Let me try a different analogy." Deaton thinks out loud. "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."

  "Force of will." I quietly say.

  Deaton nods. "If this is going to work, you have to believe it." He gives Stiles and I a firm look.

•••

   I look at myself in the mirror. I'm not even going into the rave so I just have black jeans, a grey shirt, and a black jacket on. My white converse are on and my hair is tied up into a ponytail.

  "Stop being so nervous. You're actually helping for once." I mutter to myself. I take a deep breath.

  I hear a car honk and I race down the stairs, leaving the house, remembering to lock the door behind me.