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Chapter Thirty-One
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"It's Dr. Hilyard again. Can you let Melissa know that it may be more than ten minutes? I think there's an accident up ahead." A women said as she drove down the road before a voice came through a phone.

"Yeah, a ten-car pile-up, which is why we need you here!" They said and Dr. Hilyard sighed, "I'm going as fast as I can." She said before hanging up. Strangling the steering wheel in frustration, Dr. Hilyard veers her way through traffic. Out of the haze of headlights, something flutters against the windshield, landing on it making her look over to see a moth.

Strangely large and right in Hilyard's field of view, the creature doesn't seem to want to move. Hilyard flicks on the wipers and the moth flutters back into the darkness. Pushing down on the pedal, Hilyard blinks as a moth flutters in front of her eyes.

"How did you get in?" She mumbled as she waves a hand at the moth, not realizing she's also pulling the steering wheel with her other hand. A horn blares, headlights blazing across the windshield making Hilyard's eyes widen as she swerves the car back into her own lane.

A third moth crawls out of one of the vents. Another flutters up from behind the backseat. Hilyard waves at them, trying to keep her eyes on the road. In mere moments, dozens of moths fill the car, blocking Hilyard's view. They surround her, flying about her head.

Blinking furiously, she looks into the rear view mir rear view mirror and sees horrifying ashen face, scarred and slashed, features literally ripped apart. Hilyard screams and the wheel slips from her hands.

Everything started spinning and once it cleared there was a male doctor hanging by his hands. His wrist raw and bleeding from the rope that was dugged into his skin. His chest never rising. Everything started spinning again before stopping to see Deaton hanging by his wrist as he weakly pulled himself up.

Wren gasped awake and glanced around, breathing heavily. She quickly reached over and grabbed her phone before dialing the first number she could think of. "Wren?" Stiles's tired voice came through the phone when he answered.

"Three people." She said quickly making him confused, "What?" He asked. "Three sacrifices. All of them doctors. One is already dead, one is about to be taken and one is going to be taken later." She said quickly before she could forget. "Okay, who?" He asked and she sighed softly, "I don't remember..." She said.

"Okay, I'll be over in a minute."

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Deputy cars hurtle into the lot while Stilinski tries to get statements from Melissa and Scott with Stiles and Wren's help. "Hang on, hang on. They were both in the car?" Stilinski asked and Stiles shook his head, "No, Dad, they're trying to tell you that it was two separate kidnappings, okay? Two doctors, both gone." He said and his father nodded slightly.

"So, whose car is this?" Stilinski asked, nodding to the car they were standing by, "Dr. Hilyard, the on-call doctor. The ER attending is the one that never made it back in." Melissa said and Stilinski sighed softly. "Let me just focus on getting your story first, all right?" He said and Melissa nodded before he turned to the teen, "Kids, give us a second."

Scott, Wren and Stiles retreat back to whisper in private. Stiles's attention stays on Stilinski, however, noticing his father's troubled demeanor. "These are definitely sacrifices, right?" Scott asked and Stiles and Wren both nodded, "Yeah, it's the one Deaton mentioned- Healers. Which mean, you have to be with someone at all times." Stiles said.

"What about Danny? He threw up mistletoe. That's not a coincidence, and if he hadn't been with Ethan, he probably would've died. Danny's not a healer. I-" Scott started to say but the sound of Stilinski's phone ringing interrupts them making Stiles look at Scott. "Can you hear that?" He asked and Scott nodded.

"They found another body." He said making Stiles look at Wren, "One of the ones you dreamed of." He said and she sighed. "I'm really bothered by the fact I'm dreaming of dead people." She muttered.

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"Good morning! As you all know, Mr. Harris is still missing- I mean sick. Anyway, I'm filling in while we all hope and pray for a more qualified substitute to take my place. Okay, so let's get started, shall we?" Miss. Blake said before flipping pages in a book. As she does this Stiles tapped his table to get Wren's attention as he leans over to Scott.

"Hey, my dad said that the ER attending wasn't strangled but did die from asphyxiation- they just don't know how." Stiles said as Wren turned to them, "Do you think the on-call doctor could still be alive?" Scott asked and Wren sighed softly.

"Whenever I've dream about someone they turn up dead later on." She said and Stiles nodded, "Scott, there's got to be at least twenty other doctors in that hospital at least, you know? Any one of them could be next." He said. Before Scott could say anything his phone buzzes making him pull it out to see Deaton calling him. Sliding down in his seat to be inconspicuous, Scott answers the phone, "Hey Doc. Sorry, I'm in class right now- can I call you back later?"

"Unfortunately, no... I honestly thought I might never have to burden you like this, but I'm afraid, at the moment, you're my only hope. I'm going to be taken. I need you to find me."

"Doc. Doc, doc, doc- what's happening?" He asked but the line goes dead, a dial tone blaring back at him making him sit back up to look at Stiles and Wren, whose eyes were wide. "He's the third person I saw." She said in a slight whisper as she looked at them.

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While his Deputies scour the clinic for clues, Stilinski tries to comfort Scott with Stiles and Wren now by his side.
"All right, we're doing everything we can. Right now, the best thing you can do is go back to school." Stilinski said as ge rested a hand on Scott's shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze and then steps out to the waiting area. Scott throws Stiles and Wren a look, gesturing for them to follow into the cage room where they'll be out of earshot.

"We have to tell him." Scott said making Stiles scoff, "You mean, like, tell him? Or, tell him something else that isn't telling him what I think you want to tell him?" Stiles asked making Wren furrow her brows slightly for a second while Scott sighed.

"You know what I mean." He said and Stiles squinted at him slightly, "You remember how your mom reacted? She didn't look you in the eye for, like, a week!" Stiles said and Scott shrugged slightly. "And she got over it! And- and it actually made us closer." He said and Stiles sighed softly, "I don't know, dude... I mean, look at him. Come on, he's completely overwhelmed as it is!" He said.

"He's overwhelmed because he has no clue what's happening. He's got people dying in his town- the town that he's supposed to protect- and it's not his fault that he doesn't know what's happening. He's gonna find out sooner or later."

"Yeah, but is now really the right time?"

"What if not telling him now gets someone else killed?"

"What if telling him gets him killed, huh? I mean, okay. Look, I get that Deaton's been like a father to you- I get that, okay? But this is my- Scott, this is my actual father. I can't... I can't lose both of my parents, all right? Not both of them." Stiles said and Wren comfortingly grabbed his shoulder while Scott sighed softly, "You're right." He said and Stiles thought for a moment before shaking his head and sighing.

"No, I'm not. I'm not right. I'll tell him." Stiles said and Scott nodded, "I'll help you." He said and before Stiles could say anything Wren tapped his shoulder making them look at her and she nodded at the other room. They followed her gaze to see Ms. Morrell talking to Stilinski.

"Please, whatever you need. However you can help find my brother." She said making Scott and Wren turn to Stiles who mouths "brother?" Seeing she's caught their attention, Morrell approaches the three, lowering her voice to an urgent whisper.

"Okay, listen closely, all of you- no sheriff, deputy, or detective is going to be able to find him." She said and Scott nodded, "You don't have to ask us for help." He said. "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." She said before turning to Wren as realization crossed over her face.

"Lydia."

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"Let go." Lydia said but Cora doesn't let go of her wrist making Lydia raise her eyebrows, "I said-" She stared to say again but someone cut her off.

"Let go." Wren said making them look over to see her and Stiles walk into the locker room, "I believe she said let go." Wren said and noting her dead serious and almost challenging look, Cora finally releases Lydia making Wren hum in satisfaction. "Now, we need to steal Lydia for some very important business. Cora, you may join if you like." Wren said before turning around and walking out.

In the empty classroom, Stiles opens a box on one of the tables in front of Cora, Lydia and Wren. Peering inside, Lydia removes a planchette from the box as Stiles unfolds a tell-tale board with letters and numbers on it. "A Ouija board?" Wren asks giving Stiles a weird look, "Also called a spirit board. And it's worth a shot."

"A shot in the dark."

"Will you just try? This is for Scott's boss. The guy who's saved our collective asses more than once." He sets the planchette in the middle of the board. "All of us?" Cora asks and Stiles nods. They each gently place their fingers on the edge of the planchette, except for Wren. "Wren?" Stiles asked making her hum and look at him with raised eyebrows and he dramatically gesturing to the board.

"Oh, no no. I'm not touching that. Have you ever seen a horror movie?" She asked making Stiles sighed dramatically while rolling his eyes and Wren rested her chin on her hands, "Fine. Okay, Ready? Where is Dr. Deaton?" He asked. 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?"

"Aren't you gonna answer it?"

"Oh, I don't know the answer. I thought we were asking some sort of spirit." Lydia said, "Well, do you know any spirits?" Cora asked making Wren sigh softly and Lydia look at her, "Is she for real?"

"Okay this isn't gonna work." Wren said taking away the board and planchette, "What if we ju-" Stiles started but Wren just shook her head. "Stiles. It's not gonna work. You're probably not even using it correctly." She said and he sighed. "Fine, we'll try a different method." He said, pulling out 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 explains making Lydia purse her lips, "I'm not psychic."

"You're something. Try, okay?"

Lydia closes her eyes and holds out her hand. Stiles places the keys in her palm, "Ooh." She mumbled jumping slightly. "What?" Stiles asks excitedly.

"They're cold."

"Lydia, concentrate. Trying to save lives here." Stiles said starting to get frustrated. She closes her eyes again and wraps her fingers over the keys, brow furrowed in concentration. "What do you see?" He asked and after a moment, she opens her eyes and shakes her head. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing." She says making them all sigh. "Okay... we'll try another method." Stiles says holding up a simple number two pencil.

"Automatic writing?" Wren asks and Stiles nods. Skeptical, Lydia takes the pencil and presses the tip to a sheet of paper. Cora and Stiles peer over her shoulders, watching her draw. "Lydia, what are you doing? What... what the hell is that?" Stiles asks looking down at the paper, "A tree." Lydia says making Wren chuckle quietly at the look on Stiles's face.

"A tr-? Lydia, you're supposed to be writing words- like, in sentences, something like a location, something that would tell us where he is." Stiles stressed making Lydia look at him, "Well, maybe you should've said that."

"Isn't she supposed to be some kind of genius?" Cora asked making Lydia set down the pencil, "Genius? Yes. Psychic? No. Honestly, I don't even know why you're bothering with me, anyway... I mean, especially since it's obvious you should be talking to Danny." Lydia said making them look at her confused. "What? Why Danny?"

"Because." Scott said making then all turn to look at him at the door, "Last night, he was a target... But he wasn't a sacrifice."

The bell rings and students pour out of classrooms for the end of the day. Normal teenagers rushing out, a contrast to Scott, Stiles, Wren, Cora and Lydia who hurry down the corridor with far weightier concerns. "But isn't Danny still in the hospital?" Cora asked, "Yeah. That's where we're going right now." Stiles said, nodding towards Wren.

"I'll meet you there." Scott said making them look at him, "Why?" Stiles asked and Scott held up his phone. On the display is a text from Allison: I think I found something.

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The door to a darkened hospital room creaks open. Slipping inside, Stiles quietly shuts it and sneaks over to the bed where Danny lies while Wren stayed by the door to keep watch. "Danny, you awake? Danny?" Stiles taps him on the shoulder. Then gently slaps him on the cheek. Then slaps a little harder. Then even harder.

"Stiles!" Wren whispered making Stiles jumps back, nearly toppling a chair. He holds still, but Danny doesn't move, clearly sedated. Stiles glanced over at Wren who clearly was trying not to laugh as she gave him a point look making him sheepishly look away before noticing a school bag on the chair.

Eyes on Danny, he carefully unzips the bag and rifles through the contents. School books, homework, pages and pages of notes. "What are you doing?" Stiles freezes, pages gripped in his hands. He stares back at Danny who still had his eyes closed, "I'm not doing anything, Danny. This is just a dream you're having."

"Are you going through my stuff?" Danny asks, still groggy, "Right, but only in the dream, remember? Dream. Dreaming." Stiles said peeking up at Danny before going back to the bag. "Why would I dream about you going through my stuff?"

"I don't know that, Danny, okay? It's your dream. Take responsibility for it. Shut up and go back to sleep." Stiles said making Wren quietly chuckle and shake her head as she looked back out the door window. Stiles returns his attention to the pages, beginning to read. He slowly brings one page closer, eyes scanning the words, "Danny-boy, you might've actually found something here..."

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Under the examining room's overhead light, Wren, Cora and Lydia watch Stiles gather Danny's work on the steel table. "Okay, so what does this kid's homework have to do with finding Deaton?" Cora asked and Stiles didn't look up from the papers, "Because it's not just homework, okay? It's a project on geomagnetic fields. They flow through the earth. They can even be affected by lunar phases, all right?"

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

"Harris wasn't just a sacrifice- he knew something." Wren said looking at all of them. "Now, check this out- your uncle wasn't the only one with a map, all right? Danny had one, too. Danny marked all the telluric currents, okay? Now, the weird thing about Beacon Hills is that it actually is a beacon- you wouldn't believe how much energy flowing through the earth is around this town." Stiles says as he unfolds a normal road map of Beacon Hills. Strange wavy lines have been marked all over it.

"Stiles look, they match." 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. Wren went to move Deaton's keys out of the way but the second she touched them she gasped. Everyone looked at her to see her eyes were clouded over making them glance at each other.

"Wren?" Stiles asked and her eyes darted around the room slightly, "I see him..." She said. "See who?" Lydia asked as she furrowed her brows, "Deaton... He's... hanging by his wrists. He's still alive but not for long." She said in a slight whisper and Cora raised her eyebrows. "Where is he?" He asked and Wren's eyes glanced around again, "The vault you were in..."

Slowly, her eyes went back to normal and she quickly dropped the keys and looked at all of them with wide eyes. "What just happened?" She asked and Scott shook his head slightly, "I don't know, but now we know where it find Deaton." He said grabbing his helmet before hurrying for the door with the others behind him. All except for Cora as she pulled out her phone, "Guys, hold on-" Lydia said.

"Lydia, we don't have time-" Wren said but trailed off when she sees Cora looking at her phone with a troubled expression, "Cora?" She asked walking over to her. "It's Boyd. The plan didn't work. They cut the power." Cora said looking up at all of them. "It's just like he said... Go. I can save Deaton myself." Scott said and went to leave but Stiles stopped him, "What? Scott, what about us?"

"Cora can't get there fast enough without you. Go. We can save both of them."

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The door to the electrical room breaks open and Cora rushes in with Wren, Stiles and Lydia right behind her, all of them glancing about a confusing array of circuit breakers. "Okay, what do we do?" Stiles asked, "Pull them. All of them." Wren said and together, they begin yanking the breakers while Cora texts Boyd.

They ran into the loft but too late. There Boyd laid in the puddle if water in front of Derek with blood on his stomach. Cora rushes to Boyd's body, devastated. "Oh god." Wren said in a slight whisper before looking over at Isaac who sighed sadly.