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Scott's POV

They were all in Derek's Camaro. Derek was driving and Scott and Stiles were both in the back seat since Scott refused to be separated from his best friend. Stiles refused to let anything more slip until they reached the veternary clinic, no more how many times Scott asked Stiles to. He had also refused to give him his cell phone back, Scott could take his cell phone back by force if he wanted to, but he didn't want to attack Stiles just to take his cell phone back. Derek had a cell phone, but didn't have Stiles's Dad number and since Stiles's Dad had recently got a new phone Scott didn't know Stiles's Dad's new number by heart yet. So he would just have to wait.

The drive didn't take overly long and before he knew it they were sliding in to a parking space in front the clinic. Scott wondered if Deaton was going to be at the clinic at all, it was after midnight and Deaton had to go home sometime to sleep. Although it did seem like he was always there. Stiles got out of the car and Scott hopped out after him. They made their way to the door of the clinic, Scott first he tried to the door and found it open, he opened the door and saw Deaton sitting with papers spread all around him. He looked up when the group came in and stood up.

"Scott, Stiles. Derek." he said to each of them while nodded slightly at them. "To what do I owe this pleasure." Stiles stepped in front of everyone.

Stiles POV

"I need to talk to you. Alone." he said turning to face Derek and Scott who looked like they wanted to argue. "I mean it, if you want to know I want you out of the building and far away enough so you can't hear." Scott opened his mouth "I don't want to hear it! You want me to tell you why, you have to wait a few more minutes while I talk to Deaton. If you listen to what I'm saying I won't talk to either of you ever again." He said flicking his eyes momentarily to Derek to let him know that he was deadly serious. Scott nodded slowly, but reluctantly and made his way out the door. Derek stared at him for a long moment and then decided to do the same. Stiles reminded himself about werewolf hearing and waited a few minutes before talking, instead he stared at Deaton. He looked tired, Stiles felt bad about disturbing him, because the amount of papers he had around him made him look like he was busy and he was interrupting something.

"Deaton I need your help." he said. Deaton nodded, then a look of concern crossed his features.

"Are you wet?" he asked. Stiles looked at himself, he was still a little damp, he nodded.

"Why?" Deaton asked.

"I need you to tell them that ghosts are real." he said instead of answering Deaton's question. Deaton looked even more confused, but waiting for Stiles to elaborate. "I mean I saw that they are real in Alison's bestiary."

"Why do you need me to tell them that ghosts are real Stiles?" Deaton asked politely but confused. Stiles took in a deep breath, he knew he was going to have to tell Deaton the whole truth and hope that Deaton would side with him. Even though he doubted that he would, but still he hoped

"Look my Mom...she's dead... has been for awhile."

"Have you feeling her presence or actually seeing her?" Deaton interrupted worried.

"Neither, she's been calling me." Deaton nodded looking pensive.

"It's not unheard of for ghosts to be able to manipulate technology."

"I know this." Deaton nodded telling him to to go on.

"She called me a lot and at first I was really happy, I wanted to talk to her."

"Did your mother die a violent death?" Stiles looked up at that question and opened and closed his mouth a few times, then realized that Deaton was just trying to understand.

"She died from complications after a car wreck." Stiles said shortly.

"How long has she been dead?" A pang went through his heart, he hated when people asked questions like that, but knew that Deaton was only asking a question.

"6 years." Deaton seemed worried, or maybe just pensive he had a hard time figure out Deaton sometimes.

"What is it?" Stiles asked worried.

"Ghost who don't die overly violent deaths don't usually have so much power in so little time."

"A car wreck is violent." Stiles argued.

"But she didn't die in the actual car wreck or with someone killing her and those kind of ghosts tend to take longer to get that powerful." Stiles shrugged.

"My mom's always been stronger then other people though she was." Deaton nodded.

"Right continue." Stiles felt himself crying again, but was too tired to really care that he was crying in front of anyone, however he did look down at the ground so he wouldn't have to see Deaton's reaction.

"She told me to...to kill myself." Deaton frowned again.

"Did she say why?"

"She said that she was tempted to kill people, but she didn't want to and she was too scared to cross over by herself."

"She kept saying to come to her, to be with her and I knew that I had to make a decision between myself and her and I couldn't and still can't let her be hurt because of me." Stiles rambled.

"What?" Deaton asked. Stiles didn't know what he was referring to so said..

"What what?"

"What did she say?"

"That she wanted me to join her, that she wanted me to kill myself. I need you to tell the Scott and Derek it's the only way for my mother to be happy is if I go with her."

"No I mean what exactly did she say?" Stiles stared at him. Stiles had just told him that his mother wanted to kill himself and Deaton was focused on the words she said?

"Stiles please it's important."

"She said a lot of things but mostly come to me... she said it a lot." Deaton got up from the chair and looked at the papers that he had around him Stiles stared after him, he had told him that his mom told him to kill himself and it didn't even seem like he cared. He always knew that Deaton cared more about Scott then he did about him, but he thought that Deaton still cared about him. Deaton went into the back of his shop and rustled around few a few minutes before he came back with a book and sat back across from him.

"Stiles that's not your mother." Stiles frowned.

"Of course it's my mother, it had her voice, her words, I know my own mother."

"No, no it's not, it's something pretending to be your mother."

"What?"

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