Sigh No More
What's a soul mate? It's like a best friend, but more. It's the one person in the world that knows you better than anyone else. It's someone who makes you a better person. Actually, they don't make you a better person; you do that yourself because they inspire you. A soul mate is someone who you carry with you forever. It's the one person who knew you and accepted you and believed in you before anyone else did or when no one else would. And no matter what happens, you'll always love them. Nothing can ever change that. ~Dawson Leery "Dawson's Creek"
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Keeva looked up when she heard quick footsteps headed towards her. Stiles stared down at her, his face surprisingly vacant. She sniffed and cleared her throat. "Where's Scott?" Her voice was horse from crying. He shook his head and knelt beside her. She sobbed once and let him take Derek's head from her lap. She gasped sharply when Stiles delivered one solid punch to Derek's face.
"What was that for?" She sobbed. He shook his head and did it again. "Pain will trigger the shift." She shook her head and flinched when he punched him a third time. "Derek!" He shouted. Before he could bring the final hit down, Derek's hand shot up and wrapped solidly around his forearm. "Where is she?" He croaked. Keeva laughed wetly and knelt by his head, running her fingers through his hair. "Scott left with Deucalian, alright, so we gotta get you out of here. The police are coming right now. We gotta get you the hell out of here."
Stiles pulled Derek up while Keeva pushed at his shoulders from behind. "Whoa," Derek togged on Stiles' wrist and they stopped. "What about Cora?" Stiles glanced at Keeva. "Peter's taking care of it. We gotta go." They pulled him up and rushed him out of the elevator.
They towed him out to his car and he stopped at the driver side door. "Keeva," She shook her head and linked her fingers with Stiles. "I'm staying." Derek nodded once and stepped into his car. Stiles looked down at her just as the first cop car showed up.
Stiles looked up and nodded once to Deputy Allens. The deputy gave him a sympathetic look before clapping him on the shoulder and nodding to the hospital. "Let's get you two inside." Stiles nodded and gently led Keeva inside. "Deputy," He turned to face Keeva. "I need to make a phone call to our nanny." He nodded. "I'll make sure we get a hold of her." She nodded her appreciation as they were led to a set of chairs in the waiting room.
Stiles plopped down and linked their hands on top of the arm rests. Keeva tucked her feet under her and rested her head on Stiles' shoulder. Stiles glanced up when two warm cups of coffee were nudged in his direction. He smiled his thanks and handed one to Keeva just as Deputy Allens came around the corner with a cell phone. "Miss Keeva, your nanny." She smiled and stood up, disappearing around the corner just as someone shoved through the double doors to the hospital.
Stiles looked up and sighed heavily. "Oh, just perfect." The figure made a beeline for Stiles and stopped in front of him, his hands on his hips and a condescending look on his face. "A Stilinski at the center of this whole mess. What a shocker." Stiles bounced his right knee up and down in rapid succession. "Think you could answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?"
Stiles pursed his lips and bobbed his head from side to side. "If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid." The man smiled and Keeva popped up around the corner. She was looking at the screen of her phone and didn't notice the man in front of Stiles. "Megan says that Jamie's fine and not to worry. I told her we'd be home as soon as we could. Oh, hi." She eyed the man in the grey suit skeptically before bringing her hand down to rest on Stiles' shoulder.
The man stared at her before returning his gaze to Stiles. "Who's this?" Keeva arched an eyebrow and popped her hip out, resting her hand on it. "I'm Keeva Hale. Who're you?" She responded in kind. Stiles smirked and never looked away from the man. "I'm Agent McCall." Her face fell and her eyes widened. She looked down at Stiles and he shrugged.
Agent McCall blinked and directed his eyes back to Stiles. "Where's your dad and why has no one been able to contact him?" Stiles shrugged. "I don't know. I haven't seen him in hours."
"Is he drinking again?" Keeva stiffened and straightened her spine but didn't say anything. Stiles swallowed thickly. "What do you mean again? He never had to stop."
"But he had to slow down. Is he drinking like he used to?"
"Alright, how about this, next time I see him, I'll give him a field sobriety test, okay? We'll do the alphabet. Start with F end with U." Keeva bit her bottom lip and eyed the agent, her smile failing to conceal itself. The Agent smiled stiffly in response.
"How about you just tell me what the hell happened here?" Keeva shifted and leaned back against the wall. Stiles licked his lips and narrowed his eyes, debating what truths to give out. "I don't know what happened here. I was stuck in the elevators the whole time." The Agent looked like he wanted to protest but decided against it when he asked his next question. "You aren't the one who put the name on the doors, are you?"
Keeva raised her head from its position against the wall and Stiles looked up, astonishment clear on his face for the first time. "What name?" McCall glanced from Stiles to Keeva and back again. "Argent. Does that mean anything to you?" Stiles glanced back at Keeva quickly. She shook her head and met McCall's eyes, challenging him. He narrowed his and looked at Stiles who shook his head. "No." He said.
The Agent eyed Keeva dangerously but she didn't falter. "I'll pretend like I didn't see you two share a look. In the meantime," He turned his attention directly to Keeva. "Who are you and what were you doing when this happened?" Her eyes flashed and she shifted her weight. "We were here to visit my cousin; she was on the way to being evacuated so we were on our way out when the power went out. We were stuck in the elevator the whole time so no, I didn't write the name on the doors. I don't know why Argent was written on the doors and I don't know what it means. My name is Keeva Hale and I'm Stiles' is girlfriend."
She left it off there and tightened her grip on Stiles' shoulder, signaling their leave. Stiles stood and stared hard at Agent McCall. "If you don't mind, McCall, we have a son that we need to go attend to so I'll let you get back to your job." Stiles turned and left McCall, slightly dumbfounded, behind him as they left the hospital.
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The first few minutes on the drive to Allison's was scary silent. Keeva glanced over at him. "Why didn't you ever tell me that Scott's dad was an FBI Agent?" Stiles gaped at her. "It hasn't exactly come up in conversation. What did you want me to do? Spew it out randomly. 'Hey, look how clear the sky is today? Did you know that Scott's dad is an FBI Agent?' In what world does that make sense?"
Keeva rolled her eyes as they pulled up to Allison's apartment complex. Stiles sighed and exited the vehicle. Allison and Argent met them at the ground floor. "Did you know that your last name is written on the elevator doors of the hospital?" Allison gaped and snapped her eyes to her dad who didn't seem all that surprised.
"You knew?" She asked as they started up to the elevator. "She hasn't taken guardians yet." Argent said as he pressed the button to their floor. "So that automatically includes you?" Allison asked. Argent sighed. "It's not hard to figure out, Allison. Parents are a form of guardians." Stiles nodded. "Yeah, like on hospital forms they'll ask for the signature of a parent or guardian. That's how I figured it out."
Keeva stared at the back of his head. That's what he was staring at in the ambulance. Argent left the elevator and stuck a key in his door. "The word is guardian, Allison. You know more than anyone that that's a role that I haven't exactly lived up to lately." He switched on the lights to his office and stood behind his desk. "But she took Scott's mother and Stiles' father. That's not a coincidence."
"Yeah and you should also consider that someone put your name in large block letters on the elevator doors…" Stiles trailed off as Argent shot him a look that could kill. Stiles collapsed into one of the chairs that sat in front of Argent's desk. "That kind of felt like a warning to me." He finished.
Allison sighed. "I think it might be Morell. She knows a lot more than she lets on and she might even be trying to help us." Keeva shared a look with Allison and raised her eyebrows, dubious. "Well, she needs to get on that a lot faster, okay? Seeing as how the lunar eclipse is less than two freaking nights away." She said. She looked down when Stiles took her hand.
"Don't give up hope." Stiles looked up and saw Argent watching him. "He could already be dead." Argent shook his head. "I don't think so. There's something about Jennifer's tactics. It's like she's still positioning, still moving pieces into place." Allison nodded her agreement. "And you're one of them." He shook his head and pulled his map over the top of the desk. "Then let's not sit around and wait for her next move.
"Everything she's done has been on a tulerid current so, Melissa and the Sheriff have to be somewhere in those tulerid currents, right?" Allison nodded. Argent looked down at Stiles who wasn't paying attention. "Stiles, if we're going to find them we need your help." Stiles shook his head and knotted his fingers together. "You seriously want to go after her? I mean, what if she just takes you like the other, huh? No offense but what's the difference between you and them?"
They all watched as Chris loaded his pistol and cocked it sharply. "I'm carrying a .45. Maybe she can heal from a shot to the leg, a few slashes to the face. But personally I'd like to see how she'd hold up with half her skull blown off." He set his gun on the desk and met the eyes of every teenager in his office. He attempted to ignore the fact that they were in fact teenagers. Two of which had a child. "We've got one priority right now and that is to find Melissa and your dad. We've got a map and every clue we need to figure this out. The only thing that we don't have is time. Which is why I need both of you."
Stiles looked up and licked his lips. "Where do we start?" Argent smiled and pointed to the map. "The place where the sacrifice has been committed is different from where the bodies have been found. I think the placement has to do with the strength of the current so, there's the school, the animal clinic, the bank."
Keeva narrowed her eyes. "She wouldn't use the same place twice, would she?" She asked. Argent met her eyes. "Only if she didn't see it the first time." He stabbed his finger on the animal clinic. "Scott's boss." Allison said. "Deaton. He was the only failure, that could mean something." Stiles straightened. "That's just one place so far. We're going to need a lot more help." He said.
Allison turned to him. "What about Lydia?" She suggested. Her dad drew his eyebrows together and stared at her. "Lydia? What can she do?" Stiles licked his lips. "She's got sort of this talent. She somehow ended up finding some of the bodies without actually looking for them." Argent narrowed his eyes and stood up straight, placing his hands on his hips. "What is she? Psychic?" He asked. Stiles shrugged. "She's something."
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Stiles and Keeva were headed back to the house to get ready for school. That was the only thing for them to do. Megan had been with Jamie all night and Keeva needed to hold her son before she faced the day at school. "What are we going to do, Stiles?" He glanced over at her and took a deep breath. "I don't know." He said. Keeva sighed and straightened when they pulled into the driveway.
They quietly entered the house and ignored the emptiness of it. Keeva ascended the stairs and found Megan already awake rocking Jamie in her arms. Keeva felt the first real smile break across her face for the first time in what felt like days. She gently took Jamie from Megan and felt him nuzzle into her neck. She rocked him gently and smiled at Megan. "Thank you for being here." Megan shook her head. "It wasn't a problem."
Keeva nodded and turned to head to Stiles' room. Stiles was already changed for the day and stood up from his sitting position on the bed to take Jamie from her. He held him to his chest and cooed quietly in his ear while Keeva went to get dressed.
When she was finished they sat on the edge of Stiles' bed and just were. Keeva brushed the backs of her fingers over Jamie's hair and felt tears spring into her eyes. "I feel like a terrible mother." She whispered. Stiles looked over at her. "You're a wonderful mother." She shook her head. "But I'm never here. Megan's always with him and I'm not around when all the bad stuff goes down." She choked.
Stiles turned his body to face her. "It's because you're protecting him from the bad stuff." She nodded and looked away, wiping the back of her hand over her eyes. "I know." Stiles sighed and carefully stood, bringing Jamie back to Megan. He whimpered when the nanny took him from Stiles' arms. "We'll call if anything comes up." Stiles said. Megan smiled sadly and swayed from side to side. "Just be careful." She said.
Keeva nodded and quickly pulled Stiles from the room so she wouldn't feel worse than she already did. Stiles pulled her to a stop on the front step. "What?" She asked. He licked his lips and shook his head. "Lydia doesn't know." Keeva wracked her brain but came up blank. "Know what?" Stiles sighed. "About Scott." Keeva gaped and exhaled loudly.
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"I don't believe it. Scott can't really be with them." Stiles had braced his hands on the back of the chair in Lydia's living room. Keeva was sitting in the chair across from Lydia who strongly doubted Scott's involvement with the alphas. "You didn't see his face though." Stiles said. Lydia swallowed loudly and shook her head. "Then what can I do? I mean, I get that I'm some human Geiger counter for death but I don't know how to turn it on and off yet."
Keeva licked her lips and glanced over her shoulder at Stiles. His eyes were sad and uncertain. "All I know is that she tried to kill me because of the…" Lydia trailed off and she looked as if she just discovered some buried treasure. Keeva sat taller in her chair and Stiles' eyes widened. "Because of what?" He asked. She didn't respond and opened her mouth like she was going to but no words came out. "Hey, Lydia. What?" Keeva asked.
Lydia met Keeva's eyes and pursed her lips before responding. "When she called me a banshee, she was surprised by it. What if that's not why she tried to kill me?" Stiles shook his head, clueless and unable to follow Lydia's train of thought. "Then why did she?" He asked. Lydia shook her head, her face set in a mask of determination. "That's what we need to find out."
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It was difficult to focus on the school day when the world as they knew it was disappearing around them. The three of them skipped down the stairs to the first floor of the school. "Aiden isn't texting me back." Lydia said in passing. Keeva licked her lips and cursed internally. She stopped when Stiles' phone vibrated.
He swiped at the screen and she could hear his breath catch and his heart rate increase. "Oh, God, what now?" Lydia asked. Stiles shook his head. "It's from Isaac." Keeva shared a look with Lydia before they both turned to look up at Stiles' face. Warring emotions flashed across his face but the most dominant feature was panic.
"Jennifer took Allison's father." He looked up and met Keeva's eyes. "She's got a three of them." He looked frantic as he stared at the faces passing him, his breath coming quickly and his eyes wild. "Stiles, what's wrong?" Keeva asked her hands on his face. "I think I'm having a panic attack." He wheezed.
Lydia took his elbow and hurried pulled him and Keeva down the hall towards seclusion. "Come on." She whispered. They turned a corner and Lydia pushed through the boys' locker room. "Okay, come on." Keeva tossed hers and Stiles' bags across the room and pushed him to the floor, his back against one of the lockers. Lydia crouched behind her and licked her lips. "Just try and think about something else." Keeva supplied, frantic.
Stiles gasped sharply and brought his hand to his chest. "Anything else." Lydia said. "Like what?" Stiles wheezed. "Happy things, good things, friends, family." Lydia tossed out. Both Stiles and Keeva gave her incredulous looks and she winced. "I mean, not family." Keeva turned back to Stiles and cupped his face in her hands. "Stiles, look at me." He met her eyes and she could see the tears gathering in the corners. "Look at me." She whispered.
She searched his eyes before pressing her lips to his. It was a simple closed mouth kiss with no movement. She held herself there for several seconds before pulling away slowly. Stiles' eyes were still closed when she opened hers. He was staring at her like he'd never seen her before. He wasn't breathing heavily anymore and his breaths were even and deep. His voice was shaking when he spoke. "How'd you do that?" She licked her lips and took a deep breath. "I read once that holding your breath can stop a panic attack so…" She felt Lydia shift at her back. "When I kissed you, you held your breath." Stiles nodded, dumbfounded. "I did?"
Keeva smiled at his soft question. "Yeah, you did." She whispered. He nodded and his bottom lip trembled delicately. "Thanks." She smiled and stroked the side of his face. "That was really smart." Keeva laughed lightly and he shifted his weight so he was sitting comfortably on the ground. "I just read it somewhere and if I was really smart I would tell you to sign up for a few sessions with the guidance counselor."
Stiles froze and Keeva stopped. They both turned to Lydia who was gaping at them. "Morell." He said. They all got to their feet and grabbed their bags, flying from the locker room and towards the guidance counselor's office. They burst through the door and found it empty. "Are you here for Ms. Morell?" Lydia asked. Keeva looked over and saw a pretty black girl occupying the seat in front of the desk. Almost empty. "No I thought this was gym class."
"Sweetheart, we are not in the mood for funny. Do you know where she is?" Keeva asked. She shook her head. "If I did I wouldn't be waiting here for 20 minutes so how about you there head back out the door and wait your turn?" Stiles put a hand on Keeva's shoulder and took a single step towards the girl. "You're Danyelle. You're Heathers best friend." Keeva's eyebrows shot up and she took the girl in with a new light. "I was Heather's best friend." She said as she sat back in her chair.
"We've been working on that issue three times a week." Danyelle said. Lydia drew her eyebrows together. "Hold on. Did you say Ms. Morell was twenty minutes late?" Danyelle nodded. "And I don't know why either. She's always on time." Lydia stared down at Keeva. "I was seeing her at the beginning of the semester. She was never late." Stiles blinked and looked at the vacant chair where their guidance counselor should've been sitting. "Then she's not late. She's missing."
"What if we're not the only ones who think she knows something?" Keeva asked. Stiles stepped around to her desk and knelt in front of her desk drawers. "Then I want to know what she knows." Keeva opened her mouth to protest but Danyelle beat her to it. "What are you doing?"
"Trying to find her." Stiles rummaged through the desk none too quietly. "Those files are private." Danyelle put extra emphasis on the word private. "Yeah, she's kind of right." Stiles stuck a manila folder in front of Lydia without glancing up. "That one's yours." She took it without question. "Let me see."
Lydia placed the folder, open, on the desk and flipped over some loose papers. Keeva peered over her left shoulder while Danyelle peered over her right. Stiles looked up and drew his eyebrows together. "Wait, Lydia, that's your drawing." She looked down and shrugged. "Yeah, I know. It's a tree."
"Yeah, it's good too." Danyelle complimented. Lydia stared at the side of her head. "Thank you." Stiles stood, exasperated. "No, but that's the same one though." He stepped up behind Keeva and opened Lydia's backpack. "Same as what?" She asked. He stared at her. "Same one I always see you drawing in class."
"It's a tree." Lydia didn't understand. "I like drawing trees." Stiles shook his head. "No but it's the exact same one though." He pulled out a random notebook and opened it up to the first page. The same drawing stared back at all four of them. He flipped a page and it was the same. He continuously flipped the pages and Danyelle's eyes widened. She picked up her bag. "You can have my session. You have bigger issues." No one noticed her leave.
"What is this?" Lydia asked. Her voice was weak and wavering. Stiles stopped on one page and slowly turned the book upside down. Keeva's eyes widened and put a hand over her mouth. Stiles took a deep breath. "I know where they are." He said.
Keeva pushed at his shoulder and they quickly put everything back the way it was. "It's the Nemeton, it has to be. That's where she's keeping them." They pulled open the door the office. "Stilinski." Stiles looked up and cursed. He turned to Lydia. "Go to Derek. He and Peter have been there before so they'll know where it is. Tell them it's the root cellar, alright? They'll know." He and Keeva watched as Lydia disappeared around the corner. They turned in time to see Agent McCall standing at Stiles' back.
"Did you know you're dad's car is in the school parking lot and has been since last night?" Stiles dropped his hand to his side and felt Keeva link her fingers with his. "No. What does that mean?" McCall looked down at the small notebook in his hand. "It means he's officially missing." He looked around at the crowded hallway and jerked his head to an empty classroom. "Let's talk in here."
He held the door open for them and didn't miss the look of disdain that flashed across Keeva's face. Stiles hauled himself up onto a student's desk while McCall leaned against the teachers. Keeva stood beside stiles and linked her arm through his. "Stiles, why am I getting the feeling you know something that could help us find your dad?" Stiles' eyes narrowed and he shook his head. "If I did, why would I not tell you?"
"If it meant helping your dad why wouldn't you?"
"So you're asking me to tell you what I wouldn't not tell you?"
"First I have no idea what you just said. Second, how about you just help me help you?" Stiles sighed and Keeva licked her lips, looking down at the desk and watching as she used her thumb to wipe away pencil marks across the desk face. "Well, I don't know how to help you help me tell you something that would help you if I don't know it."
McCall looked unamused. "Are you doing this on purpose?" He asked. "I don't know anything, okay? Can we just go?" Keeva looked up. McCall looked down at his notebook and licked his lips. "Where are your other friends?" Keeva shifted her eyes to Stiles and held her breath. He inhaled slowly. "You mean Scott?" He asked the dreaded question but McCall didn't even flinch. "I mean Scott, Isaac Lahey, Allison Argent, these twins Ethan and Aiden. I've been told your whole little clique didn't show up at school today."
"I don't have a clique." Stiles said. He was doing his best to avoid answering the questions but he was starting to fail miserably. "Stiles come on." McCall could tell, too. "There's been a pretty disturbing amount a violent activity in this county within the last few months. Several murders tied to this school. I don't know what's going on here but it's serious." Stiles wasn't looking at him and instead had focused his attention on the window. He looked distant and far away.
"Hey," McCall noticed. Stiles turned his head to face him. "Your dad is missing." Stiles held his gaze for several seconds before looking down at the floor between his feet. "Alright, fine. I don't want you going home alone." He spared Keeva a single glance. "You have someone you can stay with?" This question was directed at both of them. "They're with me." They all looked over when Deaton appeared in the doorway.
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"It has to be on a tulerid current or maybe even at the access of two or where they all intersect. I just know it's where Derek took Paige to die." Keeva wrapped her arms around her raised knees. They were all huddled in Deaton's back room trying to discover the location of the Nemeton. "My dad and Gerard where there once but Gerard said it was years ago and he couldn't remember where it was. My dad obviously isn't here to tell us now." She finished quietly. "Yeah, mine either." Stiles provided lamely.
Deaton pressed his knuckles to his lips and examined the five faces of the teenagers staring back at him. "Then how do we find this place?" Isaac asked, irritated and fed up with Jennifer Blake and her human sacrifices. "There might be a way." Deaton provided. He met the eyes of them all. "But it's dangerous. We're going to need Scott."
Stiles stood up and glanced at Keeva. He rattled his keys in his hand and nodded to Deaton. "Let's go." They left quickly and the room was eerily silent after their departure. Keeva shook her head and left the room, the overwhelming silence crushing her already fragile nerves. She situated herself in the waiting room and rested her head in her hands.
They were utterly and completely lost. Deaton had yet to explain the plan to them and they were already short on time. Who knew how long it would take to find Scott. The alphas could be anywhere and Deucalian was hard to find when you knew where he was but they had no idea.
She looked up and saw Scott saunter through the door. He nodded once at her. She looked at the clock on the wall and discovered that it had been almost a half an hour since Stiles left with Deaton.
She pushed herself to her feet and followed them into the back room, waiting for Deaton's plan. "Essentially, you three, Allison, Stiles and Scott, will be surrogate sacrifices for your parents." Keeva's heart leapt in her chest and she turned her head away. "We die for them?" Scott asked. Stiles nodded once and found Keeva's hand with his own. "I can bring you back but it's dangerous." She attempted to blink the tears from her eyes. "If it goes right, the three of you will be dead for only a few seconds but there's something else you need to think about.
"This is a dangerous thing for more reasons than one. You'll be giving power back to the Nemeton, a place that hasn't had power for a long time. This kind of power is like a magnet. It attracts the supernatural. The kind of things that a family like the Argent's can a fill the pages of a bestiary with. It will draw them here like a beacon."
The room was silent for several seconds. "It doesn't sound any worse than anything we've already seen." Stiles said. Keeva closed her eyes and tightened her grip on his hand. "You'd be surprised at what you have yet to see." Deaton said.
"Is that it?" Scott asked. Keeva could feel the room shift when Deaton shook his head. "No, it'll also have an effect on the three of you. You won't be able to see it but you'll feel it. Every day, for the rest of your lives. It'll be a kind of darkness around your heart and permanent like a scar."
"Like a tattoo." Scott whispered. Keeva shook her head and pulled Stiles from the room. She didn't look back at the sad and confused faces behind them. She pulled Stiles into the adjoining room and pressed her back against the door. He framed her body with his hands rested on the door on either side of her head. He pressed his lips to her forehead. "Everything'll be okay." He whispered.
She shook her head and clutched the fabric of his t-shirt in her hands. "You don't know that." She said. Her voice cracked. He wrapped his arms around her waist and quickly pressed his lips to hers. "Everything'll be okay. I promise." She nodded and let him lead her back to the other room.
Three large metal tubs had been set up in the center of the room, side by side, and filled with water, ice and mistletoe. "Alright, what did you bring?" All three were told to bring something of value that their parents held dear. Stiles held up his dad's badge. "I brought my dad's badge." His voice shook. "Jennifer kind of crushed it in her hand. I tried hammering it out a bit. Still doesn't look great." Keeva wrapped her arms around him from behind. "It doesn't have to look good if it has meaning." Deaton said.
Isaac drew his eyebrows together. "Is that an actual silver bullet?" He asked. Allison nodded. "My dad made it as kind of a ceremonial thing. When one of us finishes learning all the skills to be a hunter we forge a silver bullet as a testament to the code." Deaton smiled and looked at Scott. "Scott?"
He looked up. "My dad gave my mom this watch when she first got hired at the hospital. She used to say it was the only thing in her marriage that ever worked." Keeva buried her face in Sitles' back and tightened her arms around him. Deaton nodded. "Okay, the three of you will get in. One of us will hold you down until you're essentially…well, dead." Keeva shuddered and Stiles sighed.
"But it's not just someone to hold you under. It needs to be someone who can pull you back, someone that has a strong connection to you, a kind of emotional tether." Stiles unwrapped Keeva's arms from him and turned to face her. He bent down and slowly began to unlace his shoes. Keeva clenched her eyes and shook her head. "Allison you'll be with Isaac and I'll hold down Scott." Deaton said.
Keeva opened her eyes and glanced at Lydia who seemed somewhat relieved that she was unable to participate in this particular journey. Once everyone was ready, they took their places at the end of the tub. Stiles looked over his shoulder and Keeva stood on her toes and placed one last kiss on his lips. He smiled sadly and turned back to the water. He carefully stepped in and gasped at the cold temperature. He winced and felt his bones quack.
He glanced over at Scott and licked his suddenly dry lips. "By the way," Scott looked over at him. "If I don't make it back and you do you should probably know something. Your dad's in town." Scott gaped for a split second before turning his eyes back to the front. Keeva glanced at Deaton when he nodded and she licked her lips, taking a single step forward.
She placed her hands on Stiles' shoulders and pushed him below the water. She heard him take a deep breath before he was fully submerged and then he was under. The cold stung her hands and soon they were numb. She looked over at Deaton and he nodded. She closed her eyes.