What We Truly Are - Chapter 4

First of all a warning: this chapter isn't even close to "good" but I don't know how to write it instead. Sorry. The next one gets better (I hope)

Back in Stiles room Deaton took Stiles motionless hands, like he did before. He had requested the others to stay outside this time because he needed to concentrate. Still he knew they waited right outside the door to come in if necessary. With a single mistake everything could be over for Stiles. Deaton had to be as careful as possible.

Again he closed his eyes but this time he let his mind connect with Stiles. When he was deep enough in the boy`s mind he stopped. It would be very easy to listen to Stiles thoughts but Deaton always considered mind reading as a tool to interfere with things no one was supposed to hear. Human (or not so human) thoughts are almost never appropriate.

He looked around and searched for the barricade. When he found it he was shocked about how massive it was. He wasn't surprised about Stiles condition anymore. Not even the slightest.

The only explanation would be that is started to build up a long time ago and the death of Stiles mother might have been the reason for it.

Loosing a loved person especially at such a young age can cause all kinds of troubles. Some people get depressed or suicidal, some can get along like nothing happend and others just give up completely. Stiles probably held most of his feelings back which must have secretly created the foundation for this barricade. The friendly, happy, funny boy who only broke down when no one was there to witness.

Deaton took another deep breath and concentrated again. This time on the walls of the barricade. He knew how much pain it would cause for Stiles but there was no way around this.

Slowly he let his own energy flow through his hands and held them above the mental bricks. One after another they dissapeared and the barricade got smaller and smaller until nothing was left exept a bright shining golden glow and warmth everywhere. Stiles energy.

Deaton smiled but though he was exhausted. He had always knowen that Stiles was powerful, even before the ritual but he hadn't expected this mass of pure energy which doesn't seemed to end.

Careful he left Stiles mind and opened his eyes.

Meanwhile:

Scott burst into the room followed by Allison and Lydia. They ran to the bed at which Dr. Deaton still sat with his eyes closed.

Stiles screamed but he was still unconscious. His screams were full of pain and it almost ripped Scotts heart out to see his best friend like that. He wanted to help and calm him down but Deaton had told them not to touch Stiles otherwise the connection would be interrupted.

Helpless the three of them watched Stiles screaming and crying and hoped the nurses were to busy to check where the screams came from. This was a hospital, people scream all the time here, don't they?

Time seems to slow down and these few minutes felt like eternity. When Deaton finally opened his eyes he looked straight away in three pairs of worried eyes. He gave them a small nod to show that everything went well and Scott instantly turned around to look at Stiles whose eyes were still shut but twitching and his face sweaty from pain.

"He needs to rest for a while longer" Deaton said quietly and pushed himself out of the wooden chair, "You can wait outside until he wakes up."

All four of them left and closed the door behind them, even if they had to drag Scott away from Stiles side.

Deaton walked away to buy coffee for all of them and maybe some snacks but the others stayed in front of Stiles room and after a while Sheriff Stilinski joined them. He looked like he hadn't slept for a while and probably this was exactly the case.

Every few minutes Lydia opened the door a bit to see whether he woke up and after a long time of waiting Stiles finally opened his eyes.

Thanks for reading this weird chapter