𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 || Isaac Lahey || Book 2

3.7 Currents Part Two

Stiles's P.O.V

She was going to fight. Fight for Derek and we're supposed to sit by and see what happens. She doesn't remember what she told us when we were in the motel. She admitted how broken she was to us, and how she always fought for us.

From knowing her most of my life, I don't know if she's ever stopped fighting.

"Well?" Lydia says, "Are we doing this or what?" I turned to look at Lydia, who I'm still mad at.

"Yeah." I mumble taking her into an empty classroom. I took out an Ouija board from my backpack, and set it on the table.

"An Ouija board?" Lydia says, "Where'd you dig that out of? Do you just have one laying around in your locker?"

I ignored her question, and focused more on her. "It's also called a spirit board, and it's worth a shot."

"A shot in the dark." Lydia remarks.

"Could you just try it, please, okay, Lydia?" I say annoyed. "Let's not forget who this is for... Deaton the guy who's saved our butts on more than one occasion." I rested my hand on the triangle piece, and so did Lydia. Did she just put her hands on mine?

"Hmm in this case. We should light a few candles and do a seance too." Lydia remarks.

"You ready?" I ask her.

"Yes." Lydia replies.

"Where's Dr. Deaton?" I ask. I was staring at Lydia, she was supposed to answer me.

"Oh I don't know the answer." Lydia says, "I thought we were asking some sort of spirit." Seriously? Your supernatural. I was annoyed. I was trying to save someone's life and she wasn't being helpful at all. Especially with her canoodling with the enemy.

"Well, do you know any spirits?" I snap, and Lydia lifts an eyebrow. "Exactly! The Ouija board is just a prop to- for- ahh- forget it!" I grabbed Deaton's keys from my pocket, and held them in the air staring seriously at Lydia. "Okay, these are Deaton's keys for the clinic. Close your eyes, and I'm going to put them in your hand, and then we're going to try and see if you can feel for his location. It's called psychometry."

"I'm not a psychic." Lydia declares, and I stare at her annoyed.

"You're.... something okay?" I say annoyed.

"You have to be patient Stiles, this doesn't just come to me!" Lydia snaps.

"Fine. Put out your hand." I say, I put the keys in her hand.

"Hmmm." Lydia mumbles. Did she find something?

"What?" I ask her.

"They're cold." Lydia comments. I looked at her in disbelief. People are dying.

"Lydia, concentrate, please? What do you see?" I say.

"Nothing." Lydia replies.

"Okay! Onto next thing!" I exclaim annoyed. I grabbed a notebook & pen and handed it to Lydia. "Automatic writing. Just let your hand do its thing, don't think about what your writing. Let it come to you."

"Automatic writing?" Lydia asks. Lydia let out a sigh, as she started scribbling onto the paper. She was drawing a tree.

"Lydia what are you doing?" I ask, "What the hell is that?"

"A tree." She states, like it's obvious.

"Lydia your supposed to be writing words, like a location. Something to tell us where Deaton is." I say in an annoyed tone.