Chapter Forty-Two

Scott and I have food to bring to Melissa and my Mom a week later. It was hectic in the hospital, and Melissa was shouting as she had a hand on the patience's stomach. I couldn't find my Mom anywhere.

"Oh, thank God. I'm starving." Melissa came up to us, took the food away from her son and hurries around the reception counter to unwrap it. "Sorry, sorry." Rushing back around, she kisses him on the cheek. "Thank you for bringing dinner. Your Mom's currently doing surgery, but I can give it to her once she's out, if you'd like?" Melissa offered me.

I held it cautiously. "Are you sure you won't eat it all?" I teased her.

She rolled her eyes. "Ha-ha." She takes it from me and puts it behind the counter.

"Everything okay?" Scott questioned her.

"Except for half the victims of a ten car-pile up being rerouted to us from downtown and the ER Attending not answering any of his pages? Yeah, I'm okay. Slightly, somewhat okay." Melissa nodded.

"What does "not answering pages" mean?" I asked her.

"It means no one can find him. Now we're waiting for the On-Call to get here." Melissa explained.

An accident victim clutching her stomach reaches out to Melissa. "Miss? Excuse me? I could really use something for the pain." The girl states in a shaky voice.

"I know and I'm sorry, but giving you something could actually complicate things. We really need to wait for the doctor." Melissa tells her kindly. She looks at the receptionist. "How far out is Dr. Hilyard?"

"Ten minutes." She replies.

Doors pushing open, two paramedics pull in another victim, head in a neck brace. Stepping out of the way, Scott took a seat next to the miserable Accident Victim, and I took another beside her. You know, I think I read online sometimes just a little human contact can help with the pain." Scott suggested, and I nodded.

The Victim can barely respond with a nod. Glancing about to see no one is watching, Scott places his hand on her forearm. Black veins ripple underneath the skin of Scott's hand. I do the same with her other hand, taking more. I winced slightly. Her pain was unbearable, poor lady.

The Accident Victim draws a quick breath. But then relaxes, all of the tension fading. She looks at us, astonished as the doors clang open. Arm around Danny, struggling to keep him on his feet, Ethan looks up.

I sat up, alerted. "I need help!" Ethan called out painfully.

Scott, Melissa, and I rushed to help. "Gentle, gentle," Melissa tells us as Danny groans in pain, trying to sit him down.

I grabbed Ethan's shoulder, turning him to me, and I glare at him. "What did you do to him?"

"Nothing. He said he was having chest pains and trouble breathing. But it just kept getting worse—" Danny can barely hold his head up as Melissa looks him over. "What is it? Is he dying?"

"Shut up." Scott snaps.

"I said I didn't do anything—"

"The three of you, back off." Melissa snaps at us. Her voice makes us all retreat. Turning her attention back to Danny, she feels at the side of his neck. "Okay, that's not good." She looked at the receptionist again. "How much longer on Dr. Hilyard? His larynx is shifting to the side. I think it's a tension pneumothorax..."

Lurching forward, Danny crumbles to his knees on the floor. They move to help, but his head reels back and he opens his mouth wide to vomit. A visious white fluid pours from Danny's mouth.

"Mistole." Ethan spoke, relisating the substance.

We had gotten Danny onto gurney and following the gurney carrying Danny into the trauma room, Melissa notices Scott, Ethan, and I at her heels.

"Can you three please get back to the waiting room?" Melissa requested. Neither of us move to leave, however, as she turns to Danny who continues struggling to breathe.

"Where are the nurses and doctors? Where is everyone?" Ethan questioned.

"It's a full house tonight. They're attending to other patients." Melissa explained.

"Okay, how can we help?" I asked desperately.

"You can't. His lung's collapsed." Melissa informed us. "And his heart is being pushed against his chest cavity." Melissa added.

"He's gonna die, isn't he?" Scott asked the horrfic question.

"No." Melissa whispered. "No, he's not. Scott, you grab the tape." She looked at Ethan. "You grab those scissors and cut his shirt open." Moving quickly, Melissa yanks open a drawer and pulls out a fourteen gauge needle. Ethan grabs Danny's shirt and rips it open. "Okay..." Fingers trembling, Melissa presses lightly over Danny's upper chest, trying to find the right injection spot.

"Mom, he's not breathing." Scott panicked.

"I know, I know." Melissa calmly said.

Taking a breath of her own, she turns the large needle up and inserts the point into Danny's chest.

Scott's eyes widen as the needle goes in and keeps going. Air bubbles up in the fluid inside the syringe as Melissa aspirates Danny's lung. Body finally relaxes, he begins to breathe normally. Then blinks up at Melissa in relief.

"Thank you," Danny murmured.

Melissa smiled. "No problem." She looked at us as we all stared at her. She was a superhero. "What?"

"That was awesome." Scott awed.

Melissa lets out a breathless laugh. "Wasn't a... No problem, you know. I mean, it wasn't a big deal."

⇉

Scott and I walked over to our vehicles, I couldn't help but smile. "Our moms are awesome." I realised.

Scott gives me a smile. "They are, aren't they?"

"Even though I couldn't see her—I just know she is in there saving lives, you know?" I continue ramble. "I think... I think I want to be a Doctor when I'm older." I decided.

"You do? That's great. You're gonna be awesome at it, too." Scott assures me and I unlocked my BMW, grinning from ear to ear. I nodded.

Grabbing his helmet off the handlebar of his bike, Scott and I noticed Ethan stepping out of the hospital's exit toward us. "I know you're not going to believe me, but I didn't do anything." Ethan tried to reason with us.

"All I know is the minute you got here, you went right after Danny. And your brother went after Lydia." Scott glares at him.

"We're not going to hurt them," Ethan tells us.

"Why should we believe you?" I questioned him.

With a careful glance about to ensure no one is around to hear him, Ethan steps in close. "Because we knew one of them was going to be important to you. And now we know it's Lydia." Ethan explained. I then felt something off and I looked around, noticing a car driving slowly into the hospital car park.

It weaves through empty spaces and then smacks into the side of another car, halting with the sound of crunching metal. Dropping his helmet back, Scott rushes for the car with Ethan and I right behind him. He yanks open the driver's side door to discover no one was in it.

"What is it?" I asked. Lifting it by its wing, Scott raises the large insect up to the car's interior light. A single dead moth.

⇉

Police arrived in no time. Deputy cars hurtle into the lot while Noah and my Dad tries to get statements from Melissa, Scott, and I with Stiles's help.

"Hold on. Were they both in the car?" Noah questioined.

"No, Dad, they're trying to tell you it's two different kidnappings. Two doctors. Both gone." Stiles explained.

"So whose car is this?" My Dad asked.

"Dr. Hilyard's car. The On Call doctor. The ER Attending is the one that never showed up." Melissa explained.

Pen paused over his notebook, Noah and my Dad peers up to the scene of the accident, the witnesses gathered, the crashed car.

"Dad?" Stiles called over, noticing that Noah wasn't listening.

"Sorry. Melissa, let me just focus on getting your story first. Guys, give us a second." Noah ushers my Dad and Melissa to the side.

Scott, Stiles, and I retreat back to whisper in private. Stiles's attention stays on Noah, however, noticing his father's troubled demeanor.

"These are definitely sacrifices, right?" Scott questioned.

"And it's one Deaton mentioned. Healers." Stiles added.

"But what about Danny? He was throwing up mistletoe. That's not a coincidence. And if he hadn't been with Ethan, he probably would've died. How is Danny a Healer?" Scott asked.

The sound of Noah's cell phone ringing interrupts them. Stiles glances to Scott and I. "Can you guys hear?"

"They found a body." I respond. "Guys... What if Melissa's next?" I asked them and their eyes widen. "She's a healer, right? She was here?"

"Oh, my God." Scott breathed out. "Isaac and I will keep an eye on her."

"Isaac?" I asked.

Scott looks at me. "Yeah, he's staying at mine now. Derek kicked him out."

"Oh." I mumble. I twirl the car keys around my fingers. "Listen, I'm gonna go... I'll see you guys tomorrow." I walked over to my car.

"Paige, wait..." Stiles met me at my car. "I'll drive behind you, okay?"

"Stiles, nothing is going to happen to me. You can stay here." I assure him.

"I know." Stiles spoke. "I still want to drive behind you." I smiled at him and pecked his cheek before unlocking my car nad climbing in.

⇉

I woke up the next morning in Stiles' bed. His arms are wrapped around me, and I was snuggled close to him. Ever since I've been staying over at Stiles, I've been getting more sleep. He's my safe spot. I wasn't complaining, and neither was he.

The sunlight stream through the curtains and I looked at the time. It was 7AM. I rolled over and Stiles was softly snoring, which I found adorable.

I nudged him a little. "Stiles." I whispered.

"Hm." He respond, but his eyes are still closed.

"I've got to go." I tell him but he holds his grip on me. His arms tightly hold my body close to his.

"Hm-hm." He disapproved in his sleep.

"It's 7." I mentioned.

"Hm." He replied, burying his head on my chest. I sighed and ran my hand through his soft hair. I missed his buzz-cut, but he does look really handsome with grown-out hair.

"I suppose 15 minutes won't hurt." I mumbled to him and kissed his forehead. I rest my head on his, not feeling tired anymore. I lay like that with him for another 10 minutes, softly brushing his hand back and forward which seemed to put him back to sleep instantly. "Okay, seriously Stiles we have got to go. Frist period, we have Ms Blake."

He doeesn't respond. I smirked a little and rolled us over and onto the floor, a loud thud could be heard. He groaned, opening his eyes as he was on the floor and I was on top of him.

"Good morning." I brushed my hair out of my face as it falls on top of him a little.

"Was that needed?" He asks me, his hands coming up my arms and rubbing them slightly.

"If we wanted to be there on time, yes." I giggled. "I still need to get ready. Pick me up in 20?"

"Do you have to go?" Stiles asked me. "If you didn't have to get ready we could have like, 20 more minutes together."

I pouted. "I'm going to get ready. And so do you." I pressed my lips on his and he kisses back. It was a light peck.

"Wait." He pulled back. "Morning breath."

I shrugged. "I don't care." I stand up and helped him. "I'll see you in 20."

"10." He response and I give him a look. "Or now. Can I watch you get ready?"

I smiled. "Sure. You just need to get change." He nods and get changed quickly, throwing on a t-shirt and some pants along with a jacket.

We walked over to my house together hand in hand. It was a sunny morning, and I was grateful.

We quickly got up to my room and he shuts the door behind him. I went into my walk in wardrobe and picked out an outfit. A simple skirt with a crop t-shirt, and some high-heels. I walked over to my mirror and applied the make up.

"One day, I want to do your make up." Stiles stands behind me, his arms wrapped around my neck as we stood close together.

I crank my neck to look at him. "You don't know the first thing about make up."

"I can learn." He insists as I do the last step, which was gloss. He went to kiss me but I pulled back.

"Hey, I have lip-gloss on." I remind him.

He shrugs. "I don't care." He kisses me anyways. It was a chaste kiss and I reapplied my lip-gloss after that.

"Let's go!" I smiled at him.

⇉

Ms Blake sets a physics book on the teacher's desk. While still her typically nervous self, there's something different about her. More attractive clothes. More attention to her hair. The look of someone newly concerned with looking her best. I frowned at that.

"Good morning. As you all know, Mr. Harris is still missing—I mean sick. Or essentially unable to attend class. Anyway, I'm filling in today while we all hope and pray for a more qualified substitute to take over. So, let's get started..." Ms Blake continued.

As she begins flipping pages in the book, Stiles leans over his desk to whisper to Scott. "My Dad said the ER Attending wasn't strangled. But they're saying he did die of asphyxiation. They just don't know how." He informs us.

"You think the On-Call doctor could still be alive?" Scott asked.

"I don't know. But there's twenty other doctors at the hospital. Including Paige's Mom. Any one of them could be next." Stiles tells us and my heart hammers at the thought. My Mom can't die.

Scott's phone buzzes. The ID on the display: Deaton. Sliding down in his seat to be inconspicuous, Scott answers the phone.

"Hey, I'm in the middle of class. Can I call you back?" Scott asked.

"Unfortunately, no..." Deaton tells him and I frowned. "I honestly thought I might never have to burden you like this. But, at the moment, I'm afraid you're my only hope. I'm going to be taken." Breath caught, Scott sits up in his seat, and I'm prepared to leave as well. "I need you to find me—"

"What's happening? Doc?" Scott hurried out.

But the line goes dead, a dial tone blaring back at him. My face was drained. I can't believe Deaton was a sacrifice.

⇉

Scott, Stiles, and I had rushed to the animal clinic as soon as we could. Scott rushed in ahead. My heart hammering for Scott. Stiles and I barge in a few seconds later, Deaton wasn't here. But, Noah and my Dad was.

He doesn't question as to why I'm not at school. In this moment, I don't think he cares. Noah places a hand on Scott's shoulder. "All right, we're gonna do everything we can. Right now, the best thing you can do is go back to school." Scott nods.

Scott throws Stiles and I a look, gesturing for us to follow into the cage room where we'll be out of earshot. "We have to tell them." Scott decided. Stiles and I glanced at each other before looking at Scott.

"You mean like tell them tell them? Or tell them something else that isn't telling them what I think you want to tell them." Stiles rambled.

"You guys know what I mean." Scott says.

"They're not going to believe us." I decided to say. "My Dad's way to stubborn. He doesn't even watch Supernatural."

"We can make him believe." Scott insisted, looking at me.

"Yeah, but remember how your mom took it? She couldn't look you in the eyes for a week." Stiles reminded him.

"She got over it. And it actually made us closer." Scott pointed out.

"I don't know, dude. I mean, look at him. He's totally overwhelmed. They both are." Stiles sighed.

"They're overwhelmed because they doesn't have a clue what's going on. People keep dying in the town they're supposed to protect. And it's not their fault that they don't know why all this is happening." Scott also pointed out. Fingers grasping the wire of a cage, Stiles peers back into the waiting area at his father and mine. "They're going to find out sometime. You guys know they are."

"But is now the right time?" I asked.

"What if not telling them is getting more people killed?" Scott questioned us.

"What if telling them gets them killed? I get Deaton's been like a father to you. I get that. But this is my actual father. I can't lose both my parents. Not both of them." Stiles shakes his head. His words come out clipped and furious. Almost spit out.

"Yeah, I don't want to lose my Dad." I added on. "I... I can't. I've lost too many people. Important people."

Scott takes it with a calm nod. "Okay. You guys are right."

He starts to turn away, but Stiles stops him. "No, I'm not. I'm not right. I'll tell him." Stiles glances at me and I sighed, nodding. "Yeah, we'll tell them."

"I'll help you." Scott added.

Stiles lets out a deep breath. Then takes a first step toward the waiting room. The three of us halt when they see someone unexpected speaking to Noah. "Please. Whatever you need. However I can help find my brother." Ms Morrell spoke.

Scott and I turns to Stiles who mouths "brother?" Seeing she's caught their attention, Morrell approaches the boys, lowering her voice to an urgent whisper. "Listen closely.. No Sheriff, Deputy or Detective is going to be able to find him."

"You don't have to ask us for help." Scott tells her.

"Actually, I'm trying to help you. Because if you're going to find my brother then you need to use the one person who might actually have an ability to seek out the supernatural." Ms Morrell flickers her eyes between us.

"Who?"

Morrell looks to Stiles for the answer. "Lydia."

⇉

In the empty classroom, Stiles opens a box on one of the tables in front of Cora, Lydia, and I. Peering inside, Lydia removes a planchette from the box as Stiles unfolds a telltale board with letters and numbers on it.

"A Ouija board?" Lydia questioned Stiles' tactics.

"Also called a spirit board. And it's worth a shot." Stiles added.

Lydia gives him a look. "A shot in the dark."

"I don't know," I replied with a shrug. "Werewolves exist—I'm sure spirits exist, too."

"You serious?" Lydia gives me a pointed look.

"Don't give me that look." I tell her, rolling my eyes. "My eyes glow a bright yellow, fangs come out of my mouth, and I can grow out my perfect manicured nails. Spirits have a chance, too."

She still gives me a sketical look. "Will you just try? This is for Scott's boss. The guy who's saved our collective asses more than once." Stiles requested. He sets the planchette in the middle of the board.

Cora gives Stiles a look. "All of us?"

"Hm, not me." I shake my head, taking a step back. The others looked at me. "What? I've watched Youtube videos on this, and, from my understanding if you don't do it correctly, the spirits get pissed off an attatched to you. Its best to not touch it. But no, you guys go right ahead."

"Okay..." Stiles mumbled, the three of them gently place their fingers on the edge of the planchette. "Ready? Okay... Where is Dr. Deaton?"

They wait. Each of them peering down at the planchette, focusing on it. Lydia purses her lips, bored. Then notices both Cora and Stiles watching her. "What?" Lydia asks.

"Answer it." Stiles tells her.

"I don't know the answer. I thought we were asking some sort of spirit?" Lydia questioned.

"She's not wrong. It's called a spirit board." I smirked a little.

"Do you know any spirits?" Cora asks.

Lydia looks at me and Stiles. "Is she for real?"

"You know, this whole thing is just a product of the ideomotor response." I explained to them.

"The what?" Cora gives me a confused look.

"Your body can reflexively respond to an idea the same way your knee responds to the tap of a hammer. So yes, she could subconsciously answer the question. But it doesn't mean she's going to be right." I explained. They give me a pointed look. "What? I looked it up on Youtube, as I've mentioned before. It's very interesting stuff, you know."

"Is she always like this?" Cora asks.

"Sometimes," Stiles answered.

Soon after that didn't work, Stiles tried another approach to this. I watched as he pulls out a pair of Deaton's keys. "These are Deaton's keys to the Clinic. Close your eyes. I'll put them in your hand and you try to get a feel for his location. It's called psychometry." Stiles explained.

Lydia gives Stiles' a pointed look. "I'm not psychic."

"You're something. Lydia, put out your hand?" Stiles stresses.

Lydia closes her eyes and holds out her hand. Stiles places the keys in her palm. "Ooh." She hums.

"What?" Stiles asked, a little too exctidely.

She smirked. "They're cold."

"Lydia, concentrate. Trying to save lives here, for the love of God." Stiles sighed. She closes her eyes again and wraps her fingers over the keys, brow furrowed in concentration. "What do you see?"

After a moment, she opens her eyes and shakes her head. "Nothing." She responds.

Now, Stiles holds out a yellow pencil in front of her. "Automatic writing." I guessed and Stiles nodded.

"Yes." Stiles responded.

"Automatic writing?" Lydia asks with a frown. Skeptical, Lydia takes the pencil and presses the tip to a sheet of paper. We peer over her shoulders, watching her draw.

"What the hell's that?" Stiles asked after a few minutes of watching Lydia draw a tree.

"A tree." She answers. She smiles down at a skillfully drawn leafless tree.

"You're supposed to write words. Like a location. Something that would tell us where he is." Stiles explained to her.

Lydia gives him a look. "Maybe you should have said that."

"I thought this girl was some kind of genius?" Cora questioned us.

"Genius, yes. Psychic, no. Honestly, I don't know why you're bothering with me anyway. Especially when it's completely obvious that you should be talking to Danny." Lydia tells us.

"Danny? Why Danny?" Stiles frowned.

"Because he was target last night." Scott chimed in. I turn to see Scott McCall walking into the classroom. I frowned when I saw that there was blood on his shoulder, a hand covering his wound. "But he wasn't a sacrifice." The bell rings and the five of us exit the classroom.

"But isn't Danny still in the hospital?" Cora asks as we walked down the hallways on Beacon Hills, through the business of normal teenagers.

"Yeah. Thats where we're going, right now." Stiles declares.

"I'll meet you there." Scott tells us, looking up from his phone.

"Why?" I asked and he turns around to us, showing us a text message from Allison. Allison had found something.

⇉

The door to a darkened hospital room open. Slipping inside, Stiles quietly shuts it behind me and we sneak over to the bed where Danny lies.

"Danny? Danny, you awake?" Stiles asks quietly. Stiles taps him on the shoulder. Then gently slaps him on the cheek. "Danny?" Then slaps a little harder. Then even harder.

Danny moves, inhaling sharply. Stiles flinches back, stumbling into me and I grabbed him to steady him. We both stay still for a moment But Danny doesn't move, clearly sedated. Stiles looks down at his backpack on the floor. He kneels to the grond and opens his bag.

"What are you doing?" Danny mumbles causing both Stiles and I to freeze. Stiles shoots me a look and I mouth a few words to him, telling him to zip it and hopefully he won't notice.

Stiles had other plans though, and he pops his head up, looking at Danny. "I'm not doing anything, Danny. This is just a dream you're having." Stiles tells him quietly. I try to stand very still and slow down my breathing so he doesn't hear me. I bend down quietly, staying in a knelt position.

Stiles goes back to his bag, and continue to search. "Why are you going through my stuff?" Danny murmurs out.

Stiles lifts his head back up again. "Right, but only in the dream, remember? Dream... You're dreaming." He goes back to what he was doing.

"Why would I dream about you going through my stuff?" Danny questioned, his eyes still closed.

Stiles whips his head back up. "I don't know that, Danny, okay? It's your dream. Take responsibility for it. Shut up and go back to sleep." Stiles finally pulls out something from his bag, He found a paper, and smirks to himself slightly. He turns to show me, with a happy smile. I give him a half-smile back, telling him to hurry up. "Danny boy, I think you found something." He mumbled as he reads hurriedly through the pages.

The two of us quickly left. "What is that?" I asked as we walked down the hospital hallways.

"It's—"

"Paige?" I turned to the sound of Mom's voice. She was wearing her Dr's coat, looking exhausted. I felt bad for her. "What's up, honey? What are you doing here? Oh! Stiles, nice to see you!"

I smiled tightly and give Stiles a look before walking towards my Mom with Stiles. "Hey, Mom. I was just—Me and Stiles... We were just visiting our friend." I explained to her.

"But it's school hours." Mom pointed out, giving me a stern look.

"It's my study break." I lied to her, standing on my tip-toes briefly. "And you know what—You're absolutely right, we should get going... Back to school, right, Stiles?"

"Yeah—Abosutley, it was great seeing you again, Mrs Madden." Stiles rushed out.

"I'll bring you food later." I promised her before the two of us turned on heels.

I heard her sigh. "Paige! Wait, can I talk to you for a second?"

I squeezed my eyes tightly for a second. "I'll be a second." I mumbled to Stiles before turning back to walk to her. "Yeah?"

"Lucy's coming home." Mom tells me. She smiles. "Something bad happened to Sam, Paige."

"Sam? What? Why? How? When—"

"Honey, breath." She tells me. I inhaled through my nose, and out my mouth. "He's dead, Paige. She's coming home for his funeral, held next month." I felt my heart break slightly, for not only me, but for my sister.

"Oh." My shoulders dropped. "How did he die?"

"Car crash. A driver under the infulnece hit him." Mom explained to me. "It's a very hard time for Lucy, so, when she comes home, be nice to her. She's going through a lot."

I nodded. "Okay, I will. I promise." My heart sinks. "By Mom, love you."

"I love you, too." She kisses my cheek before turning to leave and I walked back over to Stiles.

He gives me a concerned look. "Everything okay?"

"Um...." I shake my head. "Lucy's fiance's dead. So, no, nothing's fine. Not anymore. I mean, it never was." My eyes widen slightly at a memory. "Stiles, when I was... On the roof at at that crappy motel... A spirit of me was on the roof. She said that Sam was dead. I thought she was lying, but I guess she was right."

Stiles wrapped his arms around me, and I buried my head into his chest. "I'm sorry, Paige." He kisses my forehead tenderly.

I inhaled deeply again, trying to force myself not to cry. "Okay, let's go back to Cora and Lydia, they're waiting for us outside."

"Paigey, you can go home." Stiles offered to me.

"No, it's fine, I'm fine, everything's great." I sarcastically said, taking the file from him and walking towards the car.

⇉

We're now in the animal clinic with Lydia, Scott, Cora, Stiles, and myself. Allison had figured out that there are six different locations to where Deaton could be and that they're all over town. Danny had written a paper for Mr Harris on currents, which leads us to where we are now.

Under the examining room's overhead light, Cora, Lydia, and I watch Stiles gather Danny's work on the steel table.

"Okay, how does this kid's homework have anything to do with finding Deaton?" Cora asked.

"Because it's not just homework. It's a project on geo-magnetic fields. They flow through the earth and can even be affected by lunar phases. Look at this. It's a note from Harris on Danny's proposal." Stiles explained as fast as he could.

Stiles shows them Danny's proposal page where teacher's notes have been written in red. Lydia reads it aloud. "Danny, I strongly advise you to choose another subject. The ideas here, while innovative and thoughtful, border on pseudoscience. Not suitable for class." Lydia reads out loud.

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

"Now check this out. Allison's dad wasn't the only one with a map." Stiles unfolds a normal road map of Beacon Hills. Strange wavy lines have been marked all over it. "Danny marked the telluric currents. And the weird thing about Beacon Hills is that it literally is a beacon. There's tons of energy surging through the earth around this town."

"Stiles, look. They match." Scott informed him. All eyes focus on the two maps. Scott grabs a black marker. Using the symbols on Argent's map, he puts down marks on Danny's map. "There's three places, right? The place where they're first kidnapped." Scott marks Kyle's disappearance at the Animal Clinic. "The place where their bodies are found."

He marks the appearance of Kyle's body in the woods near the school. "It's right on the telluric current." Lydia spoke.

"So maybe the place where he was sacrificed is somewhere in between." Scott figures.

"Let me see that." Stiles takes the marker from Scott. "You said there's six more bodies to be found. Deaton's one of them." Stiles quickly marks them on the map. The last one falls on a telluric current that leads back to the Animal Clinic. "He has to be somewhere in-between, right?"

Stiles traces his finger across the map. "Stop." I say. Stiles pauses. I puts my hand over his and guides it back to a landmark titled Beacon Hills First National bank. "He's in the vault. The same vault."

Grabbing his helmet, Scott hurries for the door with everyone behind him. All except for Cora. "Guys, hold on." Lydia hurriedly says.

"Lydia, we don't have time—" But he stops short when he sees Cora looking at her phone with a troubled expression.

"It's from Boyd. His plan didn't work. They cut the power." Cora explained.

Scott lowers the helmet. "It's just like he said. Go. I can get Deaton myself."

"What about us?" Stiles asks.

"Cora won't get there fast enough without you. We can save them both. Go!" Scott tells us.

"Scott!" I run behind him. "I'm coming with you. You might need backup." I explain to him and he nods, not wasting anymore time.

⇉

"So how are we gonna—" Breathless, Scott charges through the vault door. "Okay..." I ran through and paused, to gaze up at Deaton's frighteningly still body hanging from the ceiling. My breath caught in my throat. "Oh, my God."

A strangled breath whispers from between the man's lips. He's still alive. Scott races forward and hurtles back, lifted right off his feet. I gaped at the surprise. The light seeping in now reveals a devastating twist of fate. Mountain ash lies on the floor. Poured in a perfect circle around Deaton.

"Mountain ash." I breathed out. "Scott, you have to try again." Scott nods and jumped back on his feet. "I'll try with you—Maybe that'll work." He nods. He was speechless. Together, the two of us push on the Mountain Ash. I glanced over to Scott to see how he's doing. His eyes are yellow, and more the second time, I saw that his eyes changed to red.

What does that mean?

After that, I put all my focus and energy onto trying to get through his impossible barrier. But, due to it's force, we fall back onto the ground. I groaned at the pain, closing my eyes.

"Scott. Paige." A familiar voice calls out. We turn to see Noah standing there. Standing in the vault door, the Sheriff raises his gun. "Let me have a shot." He fires, the sound thundering throughout the vault. The rope just above Deaton's hands spilts and he falls to the floor.

Slipping the gun back in its holster, Noah hurries in. Scott follows as he pulls Deaton away, crossing the barrier. They help a gasping Deaton to a sitting position.

"How did you find us?" Scott asks.

"The vials. In the clinic with the Celtic symbols on them. I knew one of them looked familiar." Noah informs us. He nods to the quarternary knot symbol on the floor of the vault, the bank's logo. Both Scott and Deaton look on him with a mixture of amazement and relief. I smiled lightly.

"Sheriff... thank you for being a hell of a detective." Deaton tells him. After Noah leaves for a moment to get the paramedic, Deaton turns to us. "Your eyes were red. Bright red."

"How's that possible?" Scott asks.

I nodded in confirmation. "I saw it too, Scott. And when we were fighting Deucalion. Dr, what does that mean?"

Lowering his phone, Noa turns back to Deaton, Scott, and I. "Paramedics are on the way. I'll be back in half a minute." Noah informs us and leaves.

"It's rare. Something that doesn't happen within a hundred years. But now and then a Beta can become an Alpha without stealing or taking that power from another. They call it a True Alpha. One that rises purely by strength of character. By virtue. By force of will." Deaton explained.

"You knew this would happen to me." Scott figured.

"I believed. From the moment I knew you'd been bitten. I believed." Deaton gives him a light smile. I couldn't help but feel happy for Scott. He doesn't have kill to be an Alpha, the Gods had chosen him.

Scott falls silent. But then looks up in realization. "You're not the only one."

"Deucalion isn't after Derek. He's after you."