All over Beacon Hills throughout the day

[robinonadderall]

For once, Stiles was glad Beacon Hills had given him an excuse to flee the island. Seriously, fleeing could not happen fast enough. The darach had struck again and this time it was after healers. And, for some reason, Danny. Which was going a bit too far, in Stiles' opinion. Danny was a sweet gay angel who should never be harmed.

To make things worse, the only reason Scott had asked for Stiles to come home was because Deaton had been taken too. For all his mystery werewolf guru act, he was technically a healer when it came right down to it.



It was no surprise that Stiles' father was at the clinic when Stiles arrived, though he looked surprised to see Stiles. Yeah yeah, Stiles had to stay at his school, he knew that.

"We're doing everything we can. Right now the best thing you can do is go back to school." The Sheriff gave Stiles a look. "I don't even want to know where you get the money to keep coming back here."

"I have a job!" Stiles lied. The Sheriff clearly didn't believe that and wandered off to meet up with his deputy, leaving Stiles and Scott alone.

Scott walked over to where Stiles was standing and gave him a serious look. "We have to tell him."

"You mean tell him tell him?" Stiles asked. "Or tell him something else that isn't what I think you want to tell him?"

Scott rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean."

"You remember how your mom reacted?" Stiles asked. "She didn't look you in the eye for like a week." Stiles' relationship was his father was strained enough, he didn't need to add to it.

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

Stiles shook his head. "No, I'm not doing that. Look at him, dude, he's overwhelmed as it is."

"He's overwhelmed because he has no clue what is happening," Scott argued. "He has to keep an eye on this town, the town he's supposed to protect and it's not his fault he doesn't know what's happening. He's going to find out sooner or later."

"Okay, but is now really the right time?" Stiles asked worriedly. There was a serial killer and an alpha pack out there for god's sake. Maybe the only reason why he hadn't been a target yet was because he was in the dark.

"What if not telling him now gets someone killed?" Scott asked.

"What if telling him gets him killed, huh?" Stiles snapped. "I get that Deaton's been like a father to you, I get that, okay but Scott this is--this is my actual father."

Stiles knew Scott had a point, and it was a good one. Still, he took in a shaky breath and shook his head. "I can't---I can't lose both of my parents, alright? Not both of them."

Scott gave Stiles a sympathetic look, bringing out the McCall puppy dog eyes. "You're right."

And Stiles knew why Scott was giving him that look. He knew that if he had been a werewolf he would have been able to hear the flutter of Scott's heartbeat. He sighed. "No, I'm not. I'm not right. I'll tell him."

Not telling him wasn't working, and as much as Stiles feared for the worst, they had to try something new.

"I'll help you," Scott said, giving Stiles' shoulder a squeeze.

Stiles nodded and headed towards the front of the clinic where his father had wandered off to. He pushed open the door...to find his dad talking to Ms. Morrell. The guidance counselor.

"Please, whatever you need," Ms. Morrell said to Sheriff Stilinski. "Whatever can help you find my brother."

Brother? Well there was a new one. Stiles looked over an equally shocked Scott and mouthed, "What?" at him. As soon as the Sheriff left the room again the worried look on Ms. Morrell's face melted away and she approached the two teenagers.

"Listen closely, the both of you," Ms. Morrell said. "No sheriff, deputy or detective is going to be able to find him."

"You don't have to ask us for help," Scott said.

"Actually I'm trying to help you," Ms. Morrell said with the same mysterious tone that Stiles had heard from her brother many times before. "'Cause if you're going to find my brother then you need to use the one person who might have an ability to seek out the supernatural."

Oh man. Stiles knew exactly who she was talking about, and he didn't look happy about it. "Lydia."






Since it was a school day (for normal teenagers that didn't just ditch out at a moment's notice), Stiles figured his best bet to finding Lydia would be at the high school. He was only in there a few minutes when a conveniently timed fire alarm went off. He was unsure of where to even start trying to find Lydia now that everybody was evacuating the school but by luck he saw Aiden coming out of the locker room looking disheveled. He knew Lydia had a thing with him (ugh, what was she thinking?) and she had a history of making out with people in Finstock's office so he headed there.

Lydia was in the office, but with a girl, and they weren't making out. Which was kind of disappointing since the girl was pretty hot in a really familiar way. Also disappointing? She was grabbing onto Lydia's wrist hard and the two girls were glaring at her.

"Let go," Lydia hissed. "I said--"

"Let go," Stiles finished, stepping into the office. "I said let go."

The girl leveled Stiles with a glare, but did let go of Lydia's wrist. "Goofy looking guy in flannel. You must be Stilinski."

Well. It's not like that description was inaccurate. But the tone of her voice and the glare gave away her identity as well. "Cora." Oh god Derek's sister was hot, this was terrible news.

Lydia rolled her eyes. "Great, we all know each other. I know Derek's kid sister was here to threaten me, but what do you want, Stiles? Don't you go to another school?"

Why are people so stuck on that? "Deaton was taken, and Ms. Morrell thinks your, uh, gifts could help us find him."

"My gifts," Lydia repeated. "I don't even know about my gifts."

"I know you don't, but I thought we could try some stuff?" Stiles said. "Please, Lydia, the guy is going to die if we don't do something."

Lydia could be mean at times, but she wasn't heartless. She nodded an agreement, not looking the least bit pleased, but Stiles knew better.

"I'll come with," Cora said. At Stiles and Lydia's incredulous looks she shrugged a shoulder lazily. "The alpha pack's coming for Derek and he threw me out of the loft to fight them himself. I'd rather be helping you guys than doing nothing at all."

Stiles sighed. Typical Derek. He didn't exactly trust Cora, but he couldn't ditch her when she was probably worried about her brother. So he nodded at her and led the two girls down the hallway into the chem room. He had dropped off a bag in there earlier and in it was--

"An Ouija board?" Lydia asked when Stiles put it on the table. "Seriously?"

"It's also called a spirit board." Which sounded less stupid to Stiles. "And it's worth a shot."

"A shot in the dark," Lydia mumbled.

"Would you just try it please?" Stiles asked. "Okay, let's not forget who this is for. Scott's boss, the guy who has saved our collective ass on more than one occasion?"

"Do we all do this?" Cora asked.

"Yeah," Stiles said, putting his hands on the board. "You guys ready?"

"Yeah," Lydia said, sounding annoyed. Which was followed by an equally annoyed "Yes" from Cora.

Stiles could already tell this was going to go swimmingly. He ignored the girls' looks and instead focused on trying to make this work. "Where is Dr. Deaton?"

Both Stiles and Cora looked at Lydia expectantly. Which earned them both an eye roll. "What?"

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

"Oh I don't know the answer," Lydia said. "I thought we were asking some sort of spirit."

"Well don't you know a spirit?" Cora asked.

Lydia looked over at Stiles, eyebrows raised. "Is she for real?"

Stiles sighed. Clearly this wasn't going to work. He rifled around in his pocket until he pulled out some keys. "Okay, these are Deaton's keys for the clinic. Close your eyes, I'm gonna put 'em in your hand and we're gonna try to see if you can feel out for his location. It's called psychometry."

"I'm not psychic," Lydia reminded him.

"You're something, okay!" Stiles snapped, losing patience. "Lydia, just put out your hand--"

Lydia huffed, closed her eyes and put out her hand. Stiles dropped the keys into her palm and looked up hopefully when Lydia made a surprised noise. "What? What is it?"

Lydia cracked open an eye. "It's cold."

Stiles loved Lydia, he really did, but right now he wanted to strangle her. "Lydia concentrate, please? We're trying to save lives here for the love of god."

That, at least, got Lydia to cooperate momentarily. Or at least it looked that way. Too bad it only ended with her tossing the keys on the table and saying, "I don't see anything."

But Stiles wasn't about to quit that easily. He held up a pencil. "Automatic writing."

Lydia took the pencil from Stiles hand and opened up a page in a notebook and started drawing. Which did not please Stiles at all. Seriously, Lydia. Seriously. "What are you doing, what the hell is that?"

"A tree," Lydia answered.

"A tree--" He was about to have a stroke, he knew it. "--Lydia, you're supposed to be writing words, sentences, something that tells us a location, where he is."

"Well maybe you should have said that," Lydia snapped.

Cora rolled her eyes. "Isn't she supposed to be a genius or something?"

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

"What, why Danny?" Stiles asked. Lydia opened her mouth to answer but instead a distinctly male voice answered instead.

"Because--" Stiles turned to see Scott standing in the doorway. He was gripping his shoulder in a worrying way, but otherwise seemed unharmed. "--last night he was a target, but he wasn't a sacrifice."

"Isn't Danny still in the hospital?" Cora asked.

Stiles started gathering his stuff. "Yeah, we can go there now."

"I'll meet you there," Scott said. "Allison might have found something."

Stiles nodded and headed out the door, Lydia and Cora following behind him.





Leaving Cora and Lydia out in the hall to keep watch for him while he went into Danny's hospital room seemed like a good idea, even if he had the slight fear they'd get in a cat fight and he'd miss it. Danny was asleep when Stiles walked into the room, but he had to make sure it was a deep sleep before rifling through his stuff.

"Danny you awake?" Stiles shook Danny's shoulder a bit. Then he smacked him in the face lightly. Like you do. "Danny?"

Stiles smacked Danny in the face a little harder. "Wow." A harder smack had Danny jolting slightly but he still seemed to be asleep. He must've been on the good drugs or something. Stiles took that as his cue to crouch down on the floor and start rifling through the backpack Danny had on him when he got admitted.

There was a groaning noise from above him as Danny blearily spoke. "What are you doing?"

Stiles' head popped up to look up at Danny. "The--I'm...not doing anything, Danny. This is just a dream that you're having."

Sure, that would work.

"Why are you doing through my stuff?" Danny asked.

"Right, but only in a dream. Remember?" Stiles cooed. "A dream. Dreaaaaming."

Danny gave Stiles a groggy look. "Why would I dream about you going through my stuff?"

He so didn't have time for this. "I don't know that Danny, okay? It's your dream. Take some responsibility for it. Shut up and go back to sleep."

Danny seemed appeased by that, shaking his head before falling back asleep. Stiles went back to rifling through Danny's book bag, not finding much at first--homework, pencils and stuff like that. It wasn't until he took a closer look at one of the papers that he found something interesting. A report for the now missing Mr. Harris. "Oh Danny boy, I think you might have actually found something here."

Outside, Stiles called Scott to catch him up while Lydia and Cora waited in the jeep. Turned out Scott had found out some stuff at the Argent's. And had a funny awkward boner story to tell too, but that was besides the point.

"Allison's dad has a map that's marked the places that the sacrifice victims have been taken and where they were found," Scott said. "Weirder? He had more places marked than bodies have been discovered. He must have found a pattern, we have to get him to tell us what it is."

"We might not have to," Stiles said. "Danny was doing a project on something for Mr. Harris’ physics class and I think it actually means something."

"What project?" Scott asked.

Stiles shook his head. "Something about telluric currents."

"Did you say currents?" Obviously that meant something to Scott, but he wasn't sharing just yet. "Meet me at the clinic, I've got a copy of the map we can use."

Stiles hung up shortly after and hopped into the jeep. Lydia was giving him a very displeased look. "Cora, tell him."

He turned towards the back seat. "Tell me what?"

"Boyd and Isaac are with Derek at the loft," Cora said. "They have a plan to take down Kali."

Oh god. Derek plans never went well. "What sort of plan? Do we need to go to the loft?"

Cora shook her head. "Not yet, they just wanted me to know what was going on. They flooded Derek's loft and they're going to try to electrocute Kali when she comes in."

"Right, she's the one that's barefoot all the time." Weirdo. "Hope it works. We need to meet up with Scott at the clinic, but we can drop you off at the loft if you want to be there."

"No," Cora said. "Derek doesn't want me there. I'll stay with you."

Stiles nodded at her and started the jeep. That plan sounded iffy, but there was nothing Stiles could do about it. Finding Deaton was the priority now.



[Taken from Teen Wolf 3x07 "Currents". NFI, NFB but OOC is fine]