"Wait, Bev." Stiles jogged down the hall after her, making her turn sharply on her heel.

"What do you want from me?" Beverly snapped, gripping the strap of her bag as she stared at him.

"We need your help, which is what I was going to ask you for before you so rudely turned me down," Stiles stepped forward when she rolled her eyes, stopping her before she turned around and walked off. "It's about Dr. Deaton."

"What does my uncle Alan have to do with any of this?" She asked, her arms crossing as she gave him an irritated look.

"He's going to be the next sacrifice." Stiles said, watching as her face dropped. "He's been taken."

"Why do you need my help?" Beverly had a sour taste in her mouth, the idea of losing another person close to her making her stomach churn. Alan Deaton had always been a close family friend, and always offered help to her and her mother when they needed it.

"Well we all know that you're kind of psychic." Stiles lowered his voice, feeling uneasy with his words. He knew exactly what she was now, but had been sworn to secrecy. "So we're hoping that between you and Lydia, we can find him somehow."

"Is she going to be there?" She looked over at Cora, who had a blank expression on her face as she stood behind Stiles.

"Yes, but she won't touch you." Stiles assured, shooting a glare at Cora for a brief moment before looking back at Beverly. "Will you help?"

"Only to find Deaton."

•••

"Oh you have got to be kidding me." Beverly groaned as Stiles dropped the box on the table, sharing a look with Lydia.

"A Ouija board?" Lydia asked, blinking up at him as she folded her hands together.

"Also called a spirit board, and it's worth a shot." Stiles said, taking the lid off on the box and removing the board.

"A shot in the dark." Lydia muttered, Beverly laughing quietly. She may actually come to like this girl.

"Would you guys just try it, please." Stiles voice cracked in irritation, tossing the box to the side. "Let's not forget who this is for. Scott's boss, your 'uncle', the guy who saved our collective asses ok more than one occasion."

"Oh wait, should we all do this?" Cora asked boredly, Beverly rolling her eyes.

"Oh, yeah." Stiles rolled his shoulders back, the four of them touching the planchette with their fingertips. "You guys ready?"

"Yes." The three girls chorused in annoyance, Stiles leaning away from them and looking down at the board.

"Where's Doctor Deaton?" Stiles asked slowly. After a few anti climactic moments he and Cora looked at Lydia and Bev, waiting for them.

"What?"

"Aren't you gonna answer it?" Stiles stared at Lydia, Lydia staring back.

"Oh, I don't know the answer." She shrugged, a clueless look on her face. "I thought we were asking some sort of spirit."

"Well do you know any spirits?" Cora questioned, Lydia and Beverly mirroring the same 'really?' facial expression.

"Is she for real?" Lydia pointed at her, Stiles letting out a groan.

"Guys, wait." Beverly spoke up, carefully pushing the planchette without it being noticeable. "It's moving."

"F... U...." Stiles slowly read the letters out loud as it moved across the board, wonder etched across his face. "C... K... O... F... F... S... T... I... L... E... Okay really, Beverly?"

"I couldn't help myself." Beverly bit down on her bottom to keep from laughing, Stiles yanking the board away in frustration.

"Moving on." Stiles held out a set of keys, his finger through one of the rings. "Okay, these are Deaton's keys for the clinic. Close your eyes, and I'm gonna put 'em in your hand, and then we're just gonna try and see if you can feel out for his location. It's called psychometry, Lydia will go first."

"I'm not a psychic." Lydia held up a finger, pursing her lips together.

"You're something! Okay?" Stiles yelled, waving his hands around to get his point across. "Just, Lydia put out your hand."

Lydia closed her eyes and put out her palm, Stiles slowly dropping the keys into her hand. The second the metal touched her hands she jumped, making a small noise.

"What?" Stiles became eager, his eyebrows raising as he looked at her expectantly.

"They're cold." Lydia deadpanned, rolling the keys around in her hands. Stiles eye twitched as he stared at her, his jaw clenching and unclenching.

"Lydia, concentrate, please? Trying to save lives here, for the love of god." They all sat in wait as Lydia closed her eyes again, her lips puckering for a second. "What is it, what do you see?"

"Nothing."

"Okay, Bev's turn." Stiles snapped, trapping the keys out of Lydia's hands and holding them out to Beverly. "Here."

The blonde sighed and closed her eyes, sticking out her hand. The keys jingled as they fell into her hand, and she suddenly froze as images flooded her mind.

Hundreds of moths pounding against a small window, drowning out any light that could possibly get in. The barking of dogs,  followed by a loud shriek as the familiar torn up face of the Darach flashed in front of her.

Beverly opened her eyes and threw the keys on the table, drawing back as if they had bitten her. "I saw moths, dogs barking, and the Darach."

"That's it?" Stiles asked, Beverly just nodding. "You literally just described how he was taken. Try again."

"I can't just choose what I see." Beverly scoffed, grabbing the keys again. She switched them between her hands, shaking her head and frowning. "Nothing."

"Okay then, next." Stiles reached into his backpack and pulled out two pieces of paper, laying them in front of the two girls. "Automatic writing."

"Automatic writing?" Lydia repeated, her eyes focusing on the pencil he held in front of her. She took it, Stiles then handing one to Beverly.

Beverly just stared blankly at her paper, spinning the pencil between her finger tips as Lydia started to draw. Beverly was too focused on trying to come up with something to see what she was drawing, but Stiles and Cora were completely immersed in it.

"Lydia, what the hell is that?" Stiles asked, leaning down and squinting at the paper. Beverly finally touched the tip of her pencil to the paper, beginning to write.

"A tree." Lydia's voice came out almost child like as she continued to draw, Stiles looking at her in shock.

"Lydia, you're supposed to be writing words, like in sentences, something like a location, something that would tell us where he is!" Stiles ranted, his hands gripping the edge of the table.

"Well maybe you should have said that." Lydia countered, glancing across the table. "Beverly is just writing random numbers."

"What?" Stiles looked over, his attention focused on Beverly's paper as she set her pencil down. There were two sets of numbers, each ten digits. "Beverly, what does that mean?"

"I don't know." Beverly yawned, crossing her arms. "I just wrote 'em."

"I don't know why you are even bothering with us, since it's obvious you should be talking to Danny." Lydia continued drawing, Stiles looking at her in confusion.

"What? Why Danny?"

"Because." Scott stood in the doorframe, answering Stiles's question. "Last night he was a target, but it wasn't a sacrifice."

"Let's go." Stiles nodded towards Cora and Lydia. the two of them grabbing their things. "Beverly, thanks for your sort of help."

"Whatever." Beverly sighed and grabbed the piece of paper, crumpling it up as they followed Scott out of the room. She tossed it in the trash, getting up and slinging her bag over her shoulder.

Little did they know, if Stiles had taken the time to do a quick google search of those two numbers, they would have been phone numbers that belonged to what used to be Beacon Hills First National Bank.

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