ELEVEN

"Let go." Lydia stern voice buzzes over the loud ringing of the fire bell as Stiles and I enter an office.

My eyes harden as I see Cora gripping tightly onto Lydia's wrist. "She said let go." My voice hardens, and Cora whips her head over to me. I fall back slightly onto Stiles. "She said let go. I said, let go."

Soon Stiles puts down some spirit bored on the table where Lydia and I sat in the science room since Lydia is like some supernatural detector and I'm linked to her, I guess that makes me one, too.

"An Ouija Board?" Lydia asked, her hands folded and looked down at the board.

"Also called a spirit board. And it's worth a shot." Stiles added, and I rolled my eyes.

"A shot in the dark." Lydia commented as Stiles brings out the bits and piece for the board.

"You know, I've watched Youtubers do this." I comment, pursing my lips together. "Then, I read the comments saying it was fake and now, I don't know what to believe. But why would Youtubers put so much trouble-"

"Babe, we get it." Stiles sent me a smile, and my heart dropped when he called me babe. "But, would you two just try it, please? Okay, let's not forget who this is for. Scott's boss, the guy who has saved our collective asses on more than one occasion." Stile had set up the Ouija board.

"Okay, so do we all do this?" Cora goes straight to the point. I forgot that she was a Hale for a second.

Stiles looked over at me. I stare at the board. "Um... babe?" There it is again. This may sound really cheesy but it feels so right when it comes out of his mouth...

"Yo?" I look over and notice that Cora and Lydia were both staring at me as well. "What?"

"Do we?" Cora asked.

"Oh, yeah. Whoever wants to do it, actually but there have to be more than two people playing otherwise you could get haunted by Deaton's spirit or the demon, oh, there's-"

"All right we get it." Lydia cuts off my rant and I roll my eyes.

We all place our fingers on the little triangle thingy. "You guys ready?" Stiles' voice was low, I'm addicted to his voice I swear. Stiles is my drug.

"Yeah."

"Yes."

"I think we should record it, then maybe post it on youtube and then we'll become-"

"Stacey, we get it!" Cora snapped, annoyed. All right, all right.

Stiles then stared down at the board. "Where's Dr. Deaton?" Stiles asked.

I notice Cora and Sties starring at us, Stiles was staring at me at least. "What?" I asked.

"Aren't you gonna answer it?" Stiles asked and I snort.

"Oh, we don't know the answer," I said. "I thought we were asking some kind of spirit. At least, that's what the rules said."

"Well, do you know any spirits?" Cora asked.

"Yes, we sing songs and paint fluffy little unicorns, oh, and get this, we're best friends and we grew up together, it was really magical," I respond sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

Cora groans. 

✢

"Okay, these are Deaton's keys for the clinic." Stiles holds out a pair of keys in his hands. "Close your eyes, and I'm gonna put 'em in your hand, and we're gonna try and see if you can feel out for his location. It's called psychometry,"

"We're not Pshyic." I remind him.

"Lydia's something! And I think you're actually connected to Lydia!" Stiles burst out, and I jumped slightly. "Just... please, Lydia, put out your hand." Lydia closed her eyes and she puts out her hand, Stiles placed Deaton's keys on Lydia's hands.

"Ooh."

"What?" Lydia opens her eyes and looked at Stiles.

"They're cold." Lydia spoke.

"Okay, let me see." I told her, I put out my hand and she placed them in. "Ooh. She's right, they are cold."

"Stacey, concentrate and put the keys back in Lydia's hands, please."

"How come? Apparently, I'm like Lydia." I shrug.

"Stacey, please." Stiles groans and I sighed placing them back on Lydia's hands. "Trying to save lives here, for the love of god." Lydia holds the keys and closed her eyes. I lean over, watching my best friend with curiosity. Can I feel something? No. "Yeah, what is it? What do you see?"

Stiles has gotta stop doing his low voice thing. I just want to kiss him right here and there, but I couldn't. I bite on my lower lip, watching Stiles instead. I felt someone stare at me, and I turn to see Cora, who was staring at me. I stopped biting my lower lip and Cora frowned at me, shaking her head.

Lydia opens her eyes. "Nothing." I sighed. What a shot in the dark.

✢

"Automatic writing?" I asked Stiles as he held out a pencil in his hand towards Lydia. He glanced at me. Stiles nodded his head short and sharp, I tried not to smile. Lydia didn't say anything and takes the pencil out of Stiles' hand.

In front of her, was a piece of paper. She then started to sketch and I frown. "Lydia, what the hell are you doing?" Stiles asked her, and I watched as she draws a tree. Lydia's been drawing heaps of trees lately, it's starting to scare me. "What the hell is that?"

"A tree." Lydia casually said, and I snorted. No duh.

"A..." Stiles looked over at me, and I shrug. "Lydia, you're supposed to be writing words, like in sentences, something like a location, something that would tell us where he is." I simply got up, and I walked over to Stiles, and held onto his arm, leaning on him.

"Well, maybe you should've said that." Lydia defended.

"Isn't she suppose to be some kind of genius?" Cora asked.

"Genius, yes. Pshyic, no." Lydia snapped. "Honestly, I don't know why you're bothering with me or Stacey anyway. Especially, since it's obvious that you should be talking to Danny,"

"Wait, what? Why Danny?" Stiles asked.

"Because, last night, he was a target." My brother said and my eyes snapped over to Scott who was standing in the doorway. His hand was on his shoulder and I can see it bleeding, my eyes widen. "But he wasn't a sacrifices."

✢

"But isn't Danny still in hospital?" Cora asked as Stiles, Scott, Lydia, and I exit when the school bell rings. I don't know what class I have, and I don't really care.

My hand doesn't let go off Stiles' hand, it looked like he didn't want to let me go, either.

"Yeah. That's where we're going right now." Stiles informed us, I'm okay with that. Scott couldn't stop staring at his phone.

"I'll meet you there." Scott said.

"What? Why?" I asked as I followed Scott, Stiles' beside me. Scott turned around and showed his phone to us.

✢

Stiles and I walk down the hospital hallways to make it to Danny's room. Our hands still interlocked, not letting go of each other. I bite on my lip, hoping mum isn't around here. I look around, checking to make sure she's not here.

"Can you stop doing that." Stiles told me, I stopped, making him stop.

"What?" I asked, and looked around the check he wasn't talking to anyone else. "Me?"

"Yes... you. The biting the lip thing you do it too often and it makes me go crazy," Stiles sighed and looked at me.

I scoffed. "If you stop doing that low voice thing you have going on. You're driving me insane." I step closer to him.

"What... you mean like this?" Stiles stepped closer to me and I closed my eyes. He did it again. Stiles touched my lower lip, brushing his thumb on my lip. Which, I tell you, got my heart speeding.

I inhale. "Yes." I exhale.

"Well, maybe I should do it more often." He teased. I glare at him.

"I'll kill you." I laugh lightly, and he shakes his head.

"Say that again." Stiles took another step forward. Stop sweating, it's unladylike.

"I can't." I whisper, looking into his caramel eyes.

"Why not?"

"Because I'd be lying."

I then connect my lips to him, not able to take it anymore. He's driving me insane, but I guess I'm driving him crazy. I loved feeling this way around him, I feel like I'm falling in love with him all over again.

I open my eyes, not even realizing I was closing them in the first place. I pull away slightly, our noises were still touching slightly, brushing against each other. Our eyes connect, and I felt an annoying spark go through our eyes. His eyes were dancing.

"I love you," Stiles whispers, brushing our lips against one another's. 

"I love you too," I mumble against his lips, as I was about to press my lips on his once again, we were interrupted. Someone had texted me.

You better not be making out right now. Get back to work!
- Scott

My eyes widen and I felt myself go red as I looked down at my phone. Our foreheads touched each other.

"What is it?" Stiles mumbled in his low voice. I bite on my lip, now, we're even.

"Just Scott." I step back and shove my phone into my pocket, before grabbing his hand. I stare at it, and I lifted it up to my lips and kissed his hand. I smile at him. "Let's go."

✢

Stiles enters Danny's hospital room. There laying on his bed was Danny. Stiles walked over to Danny, and leans over top of him. I smile from in the corner.

"Danny, you awake?" Stiles whispers, I roll my eyes. For the love of god. Stiles then put his hands on Danny's shoulder, and shakes it. "Danny?" He taps his face. Then, three more times. And one for good luck, Stiles pats Danny's cheek and Danny inhales, making Stiles jump back in shock and I had to contain my laughter.

Danny groans slightly, and fell back asleep. "I'm pretty sure he's asleep." I whisper over to Stiles, and he rolled his eyes. Stiles then let his eyes trail to the floor, and there was Danny's bag.

Stiles bends down and opens up Danny's bag. "What are you doing?" I froze, that wasn't my voice. That was Danny's voice. My eyes trailed over to Danny, he was half asleep. Stiles looks up.

"I'm not doing anything, Danny," Stiles started. "This is just a dream that you're having." Stiles then pops his head back down and starts to look through Danny's bag again. I watch, being amused.

"Why are you going through my stuff?" Danny sounds half asleep, though, he did just wake up. Stiles looks up again at Danny.

"Right but only in your dream, remember?" Stiles reminded him. "Dream. You're dreaming."

Yup, that's my boyfriend.

"Why would I dream about you going through my stuff?" Danny asked.

"I don't know that, Danny, okay? It's your dream so take responsibility for it." I cracked a smile at Stiles' rant. "Shut up and go back to sleep."

I took a step forward and saw that Stiles had pulled out something out of his bag. "What's that?" I bend down next to Stiles, eyeing the paper.

"Oh, Danny boy, you might actually have found something here."

✢

"Deaton's gotta be at one of the six locations, but they're all over town, I don't know how we can get all of them fast enough." Scott explains over the phone as Stiles and I pacing around together outside the hospital.

"We might not have to. Danny was doing a project on something for Mr. Harris' physics class, and I think it actually means something." Stiles tells Scott, as the phone was on speaker. Stiles then stopped pacing around, and he waved me over to him. I smiled and walked my way over, and he simply wraps an arm around me, and I lean on his chest.

"What project?" Scott asked. Stiles then made a step forward, indicating for us to walk and I walk with him.

"Something on telluric currents." Stiles said. I look down at the paper, and Stiles stopped walking.

"Did you say currents?"

"Yeah." Stiles said, and walked forward.

✢

"Okay, so, what does this kid's homework have to do with finding Deaton?" Cora asked as me, Lydia, Scott, and Stiles stand around a silver table at Deaton's clinic.

"Because it's just not homework." I said. "It's a project of geomagnetic fields. They flow through the earth they can even be affected by lunar phrases all right?"

"Now, look at this." My boyfriend sets down on the silver table Danny's homework and flips the page. "This is a note from Harris on Danny's proposal."

"I strongly advise you choose another subject. The ideas here, while innovative and thoughtful, border on pseudo-science. Not suitable for class" I read, my eyes scanning the red ink on the paper.

"Harris wasn't just a sacrifice." Scott figures. "He knew something."

"Now, check this out." Stiles said. "Allison's dad wasn't the only one with the map, right? Danny had one too." Stiles unfolds the map that Danny had, and lays it on the table. Scott lays out the photoed map on the table next to the actual map.

✢

"Danny marked all the telluric currents, now the weird thing about Beacon Hills that is it actually is a Beacon." I explain quickly. "You would've believed how much energy flowing through the earth is around this town."

"Stacey, Stiles, look. They match." My brother announces, comparing the two different maps. I pursed my lips together. "All right, there are three places, right?" Scott circled a location. Beacon Hills animal clinic. "Where they're kidnapped, and then where the place their bodies were found," Scott circles oakwood rd.

"Look, that's right on the telluric current." Lydia points to the location on the map. My eyes kept flicking through the group, trying to think of an answer.

"So, maybe where he was sacrificed is somewhere in between." Scott said.

"Let me see that." I close my eyes, Stiles' voice was low again. Stiles smirked over at me and I rolled my eyes. The other's frowned, but we ignored them. "You said there were six more bodies to be found. Deaton's one of them. Gotta be somewhere in between, right?" I bite on my lower lip, thinking.

"Stop." I placed my hand on Stiles' hand and his eyes flicker over to me with concern. I then move his hand towards where the vault was at. "He's in the vault." I looked at Scott. "He's in the same vault."

Packing up our gear quickly, we did and we made a move towards the doors but Lydia stopped us. "Guys, hold on." Lydia said.

"Lydia, we don't have time." Scott urges. "It's Boyd. The plan didn't work." Cora said, looking up from her phone. "They cut the power." We all looked over at Scott. "It's just like he said." Scott looked at us.

"Go. I can save Deaton myself."

"No, I'm coming with you." I shake my head and walked towards Scott.

"Stacey-"

"Stiles I'll be fine." I cut him off. "Let's go." I grab my brother's hand, and we walked out of the building.

✢

I jump on the back off Scott's dirt bike, I'm actually starting to get used to this thing. I had put on the helmet, and I wrap my arms around Scott's waste, and we drive off. The fast we get there, the closer we get to saving Deaton.

Soon, we enter the vault, and I gasped when I saw Deaton with rope wrapped around his hands, tied together to the ceiling. Deaton looked dead.

Scott went for him and rushed towards Deaton. But was quickly pushed back by Mountian Ahs on the ground.

Scott turned to me. "What do we do?" Scott asks, and my mouth hangs, in shock.

"Try again." I demand, we have to get Deaton. I walk over to the edge of the mountain ash, and Scott had quickly jumped up beside me.

"But Stacey, it's mountain-"

"Does it look like I care? This is Deaton we're talking about. To it again, be an Alpha, Scott. Who the hell cares if your still a beta, be an alpha." I made eye contact Scott. "Be an Alpha."

Scott then took a few steps back, but I stayed put. He slowly steps forward. He reached out his hands and soon the force field from the ash forms around Scott's hand. I watched closely. A purple glow forms around the force field.

The purple glow then forms around Scott, and I watched. He grunts as he pushes on the mountain ash. He then yells and keeps pushing his way through the mountain ash. How is he doing this?

I notice Deaton's eyes open, watching Scott as well, then he closes them. Scott continues to scream. "Come on, Scott." I whisper. "Come on Scott!" I spoke in an aggressive tone, which seemed to make him click and he screamed some more.

Scott then looks over at me, and I gasped when I notice the change in his eyes. It was red, not yellow. I stumble back a little, what? Scott then looked up at Deaton, pushing his way through the mountain ash.

Scott then was flung back, forcefully onto the ground and I jump. Scott groans, and looked at me. "I- I can't do it."

I scoffed, ready to give him my speech.

"Scott McCall. You can do anything you want and can do, don't give me that crap. I know you. Okay? I know you better than Stiles does, I know you better than Mum does, and I know that you can do this whether you like it or not Scott Charlie McCall. Scott, you're Scott freaking McCall! You can do this, Scott. I will make you do this whether you like it or not. Deaton has saved our asses countless times. Scott, he's like a father to me, more of a father than our own god damn father. He's Deaton. Your boss, your father. Our father. Not biologically, but you the fuck cares. If you don't save Deaton, I... Just get off your werewolf ass, and break it. Who the fuck cares if it's mountain ash, but you Scott McCall. And you can do anything, so get off your ass a fucking do it!"

Scott bites his lip for a second, and he jumps up and nods his head at me. I smiled and patted myself on the back, I'm the best sister he'll ever have. Correction, I'm the only sister he'll ever have.

"Scott, let me give this a shot." My eyes widen when I see Sheriff Stilinski arriving at the scene. Sheriff pulls out his gun, and points it at the rope, and shoots at it. The rope drops, and so does Deaton. "Nice speech, Stacey,"

I let out a laugh. "Thanks."

✢

Deaton was soon laid up against the wall, Sheriff, Scott, and I bend down on her knees, surrounding Deaton.

I turn to Sheriff. "How'd you find us?" I ask Sheriff.

"The vials in the clinic with the Celtic symbols on 'em. I knew one of them looked familiar." Sheriff points to the symbols, and I looked down on my wrist. The bruise was the exact same.

"Sheriff, thank you for being one hell of a detective." Deaton thanks, smiling at Sheriff.

"Now I definitely know where Stiles gets his detective skills from." I said allowed, thinking about my boyfriend.

"You bet." Sheriff smiled at me. "Let's get you to the ambulance." The sheriff then hops up and leaves the vault room.

I then grabbed Scott and pulled him closer to me and Deaton. "Your eyes were red, you noticed it too, Deaton?" Deaton nods his head and Scott frowns.

"Bright red." Deaton added and I nod my head.

"How is that possible?" Scott asked.

"Paramedics are on their way, I'll be back in half a minute," Sheriff informs, before leaving the vault again.

"It's rare." Deaton started. "It something that doesn't happen within 100 years, but every once and a while, a Beta can become an Alpha without having to steal or take that power. They call it a true Alpha. It's one who rises purely on strength and character, by virtue, by sheer of will."

"You knew this would happen," Scott said.

"I believed. From the moment I knew you were bitten, I believed."

Scott then turned his towards me, and we made eye contact, I couldn't stop smiling. My brother was a true alpha. "You're the only one." Scott said.

"No." Deaton quietly said, shaking his. "Deucalion isn't after Derek."

My eyes widen, and I looked at Deaton. No.

He wants Scott.