Unbreakable➳ Lahey [book 2]

Sucky Plans and Magic Dust

Daire propped her elbows up against one of the metal tables in Deaton's office, she and the boys were waiting on the vet and his help.

The door swung open and Deaton entered, carrying a couple of things. He smiled at Scott and the others as he set the objects on the table. Scott and Stiles moved closer to stand next to Daire and Deaton.

"This will help with the kanima problem," Deaton smiled, holding up a glass bottle and syringe.

" Ketamine?" Scott asked.

" So you think sedating him will work?" Daire questioned, biting her lip.

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

Scott grabbed the syringe off the metal table and nodded. Deaton gave a small nod back before picking up another jar. It was on the small side, but larger than the bottle of ketamine. It had what looked to Daire as a Celtic symbol, a vertical black line with two horizontal ones jutting out towards the right side and the bottle was filled with black sand.

"How is a jar of sand going to help?" Stiles asked.

Daire spoke up before Deaton could, "It's Mountain Ash, it can be used to make barriers."

Deaton nodded, "This part is for you, Stiles," he said pointing at Stiles, "Only you."

"Uh, that sounds like a lot of pressure," Stiles replied. He picked the jar off the table. "Could we maybe find a slightly less pressure-filled task for me?"

Daire and Scott just gave him a look. He shrugged.

"It's from the Mountain Ash tree, which is believed by many cultures to protect against the supernatural," Deaton stated, before pointing around the clinic. "This office is lined with ash wood, making it difficult for someone like Scott and Daire to, uh, cause me any trouble."

Deaton smiled as he told them this. Daire could feel his faith in Scott, true it'd be hard to believe that Scott would purposefully cause Deaton trouble. But Daire couldn't help but find it strange how this man had so much blind faith in them. Maybe there was more going on that they knew.

"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 asked.

"They'll be trapped," Deaton confirmed.

They all stayed silent for a minute and Daire shrugged, "Stiles that doesn't sound too bad."

"Not always," Deaton cut in. Stiles groaned. "Think of it like gun powder; it's just powder, till 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 replied.

Daire blew out a breath, "It's more about your intention than anything physical," 

Stiles just looked at Daire completely confused.

Deaton laughed, " Daire's got the right idea but I'll use 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 power of your own will can accomplish."

"Force of will," Stiles repeated. He looked down at the bottle with another groan.

"Hey," Deaton said, getting Stiles to look back up. "If this is going to work, Stiles, you have to believe it."

"Belief and magic dust sounds more up Daire's alley than mine," he replied with a groan.

"Sorry, but supernatural remember? You've got this Stiles, just believe," Daire told him waving her hands in what she thought implicated believing. Stiles sighed, before copying it and shooting her and Scott a small smile.