[3x07; Currents]
[A/N: Waring, sexy times ahead. Read with Discretion. Ages 18+]
One would think that date night at the local bowling alley would be cute and fun. Boy and girl would arrive at the alley, buy a couple of games and rent shoes, get something to drink and munch on, and then have a friendly competition while throwing huge balls down slippery wooden planks. Boy would be encouraging, girl would be sweet, and at the end, it didn't matter who won.
That was not the case for Stiles and Olivia.
At first, the date was as cutesy as one would expect it to be; Olivia picked up Stiles from his house—she had insisted she drive and after some arguing from Stiles, they finally settled on Olivia—they drove to the bowling alley in town; they bought two games and rented shoes; and they got themselves some pizza, nachos, and soda for dinner. The whole while, Stiles and Olivia enjoyed themselves, talking about random things—making sure not to bring up anything supernatural, as was their date rule—holding each other's hands, and kissing here and there.
It was when the games started that things started to go wrong. Both Olivia and Stiles were competitive by nature and just because they loved each other did not mean that they'd go easy on one another. Stiles was the kind of competitive person to shit-talk and Olivia got angry when things didn't go right for her. Usually she could keep a lid on it because she was pretty good at most things and usually won.
However good at bowling she was, Stiles was better. She was the type of bowler who played casually and Stiles…well, he could have been a professional bowler if he desired to do that. It turned out that Stiles used to be on a bowling team when he was in middle school and he just happened to forget to mention that when he brought up the subject of having their next date at the bowling alley.
Stiles was having the time of his life as he bowled strike after strike; Olivia thought he was a little sneak.
"Woohoo!" Stiles cheered as he ended his turn with yet another strike. He turned toward Olivia, where she was keeping score, and smirked at her playfully. "How many strikes is that, babe?"
Olivia pressed her lips together unhappily as she recorded the score. "Five in a row."
Stiles laughed as he sauntered over and plopped into the chair beside her. "Five in a row," he hummed in satisfaction. "Your turn, Livvy. Try to knock all the pins down this time."
She gave him an unamused look as she rose to her feet and picked up the purple nine-pound ball she had selected when they arrived. She moved away from the receiver and to the area right before the lane, taking a huge breath and pulling her ball up to her chest. Another breath and she pulled her hand back, bringing the ball with her, and then forward, letting go of the heavy ball.
It soared down the wooden lane, closer and closer to the pins, and then it crashed through them. It was like everything was in slow motion as Olivia watched the pins drop one by one. When nine had fallen and there was only one left, she watched as it tipped over on its side.
Strike!
"Yes!" she hissed in celebration, whirling around to face Stiles with a huge smile on her face. "Did ya see that, sweetcheeks?"
Stiles smiled goofily, his heart racing like it usually did when she called him by that pet name. "Sure did," as she plopped back down into her seat, he said lowly, "Hey, wanna make this interesting?"
Olivia quirked an eyebrow at him. "How interesting?"
"Well, if you win this game, we can go to my place and…" he trailed off suggestively.
"And if you win?"
"We got to my place and…"
"Hmm," Olivia pretended to think on his offer. She had wanted to have sex with Stiles pretty much as soon as they started dating. And, no matter how much he wasn't at fault for having sex with her cousin, it still made her blood simmer with jealousy—and yes, she realized that jealousy was not a reason to have sex with anyone, but considering she loved Stiles, she didn't think it was a big deal. "all right, fine. We have a deal."
The deal was a win-win situation, so, although she lost the game—by a whopping fifty points—she also won. Next thing she knew, she was up against the door to Stiles' bedroom, her legs around his hips, and her fingers playing with the hair at the back of his neck.
Their tongues were clashing together as Stiles removed her blouse and then shrugged off his own shirt. Olivia gasped as he pulled back from their kiss and kissed his way down her neck, sucked on her collarbone, and licked a trail down into her cleavage. The sounds that came from Stiles, and the erection pressing in between her thighs was only making Olivia crazier.
She arched her back, pushing her chest into him. "Stiles."
Her breathless gasp coaxed him into a slight frenzy. He shifted his grip on her so she wouldn't fall and hurried over to his bed, all the while frantically kissing and nipping from her cleavage up to the back of her ear. They both clumsily fell on the bed, with Stiles on top of Olivia, and continued their groping.
Olivia was so ready for this. She was ready to give herself over to Stiles completely, physically and emotionally.
She choked on a gasp as Stiles rolled his hips against hers, a small burst of pleasure that made her limbs tingle roaming through her body. Her flimsy shorts and thin panties, not to mention Stiles' khaki pants, did nothing to hide his erection from her—not that she wanted it to.
"So fucking hot…" Stiles' fingers tickled down her stomach and went to the waistband of her shorts, undoing the zipper and the tie around her waist. "Imma make you feel so good…Fill you up…God, so fucking sexy…Love you so much, baby…"
Olivia moaned at his words, unashamed to say that she loved when Stiles rambled on and on when they did anything sexual. She was fond of his rambling in day-to-day life, of course, but when they were in the heat of the moment and he was losing control of his lust, there was something special about that.
"Love you."
"I know you do," Stiles managed to undo her shorts and slid them down her legs, with her underwear following shortly after. He wasted no time in ducking his head between her legs, firmly licking her wet slit with a flat tongue. Olivia gasped and bucked her hips, causing him to hold her down. "You like that?"
Despite the pleasure coursing through her veins as his tongue played with her clit, Olivia couldn't help but grimace at his words. "Yeah, when you say it like that, it's kinda creepy."
Stiles popped his head away from her while slipping two fingers into her pussy. "Noted," he confirmed with a laugh. Olivia's respondent laugh was cut off with a moan as his index and middle fingers explored her, pressing down on that one sweet spot that he hadn't found before.
"Oh, my God, Stiles," she breathed, blinding splaying her hand forward and into his brown locks. "So, so good."
Stiles, who had brought his head back to core, kissed the inside of her right thigh. "You gonna cum for me?"
"No," Olivia shook her head and sat up slightly, determined to wait until he was inside of her.
Stiles backed off, knowing that consent was important, even if she had been into only a second before. He sighed in relief when she grabbed at his belt, unbuckling it swiftly. He scrambled to unbuckle his khakis and slid them off, along with his boxer briefs.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Stiles breathed heavily, his head rolling back when her fingers wrapped themselves around his cock.
"I'm sure," Olivia paused to press a hot kiss to his lips. "I love you and I want this. I want you."
Stiles' beautiful brown eyes widened slightly. "Holy shit, I love you," he quickly pulled her into another kiss, sweetly cupping her jaw with a light grasp. "Okay," he said when they pulled away, both of them breathing heavily. "I need a condom. Condom, condom, condom…"
Olivia watched in amusement as he repeated the word over and over again as he reached for his bedside table, opening the drawer, and digging around for a condom. He whooped triumphantly when he successfully found one, making her giggle.
"Do you want me to…?" Olivia asked, awkwardly gesturing to his dick. "I mean, I can…"
"Yes, yes, absolutely," Stiles nodded enthusiastically. He handed her the condom, "Here ya go."
With shaky hands, Olivia grabbed the small foil package and carefully opened it. She fumbled lightly as she slid it onto Stiles' cock but nevertheless, Stiles seemed to enjoy it, so she did too. She made sure it was on right—she had Lydia to thank for this knowledge; that day in their house was very, very awkward—and smiled up at Stiles when it was ready to go.
There was a little pain at insertion, but Stiles had successfully gotten Olivia worked up and relaxed so it didn't hurt as much as all her friends had told her it did. It actually felt nice despite the slight ache between her legs.
Then, when Stiles was sure she was okay to keep going, the thrusting started. And Olivia was pretty sure this was the best feeling that her body has ever experienced. It was good. Like, stretching after waking up from a nice nap or enjoying a nice pizza, but better. With the added sounds of Stiles' pleasure, she was sure that this was what heaven was supposed to be like.
It wasn't hot sex like you would see in a porn video or even a big screen blockbuster. It was awkward and weird but it didn't matter to Olivia or Stiles. Their sex was special because they loved each other. That's all that mattered—either way, though, it was good.
Their hips rolled together, over and over again, while their mouths worked over each other's skin, lips attached to necks, jaws, and breasts with nibbles here and there. Soon—a little too soon, Stiles thought—Stiles began to waver, his orgasm hitting him like a storm.
"Shit, Livvy," he gasped, trying to hold on for her. "I think I'm gonna cum."
Olivia hummed, tilting her head back against Stiles' pillow. "Mmm, me too."
Stiles sucked in a deep breath and ducked his head, placing open-mouthed kisses to her neck and behind her ear. As a current went down his spine, he snaked one hand down to her pussy and rubbed her clit, earning himself a pleased moan that made him curse loudly.
Olivia pulled Stiles into a kiss as they came together, moaning into each other's lips.
After Stiles took care of the condom, he plopped on his bed and let Olivia rest her head on his bare chest. He pressed a sweet kiss to her forehead. "I love you."
"I love you, too," Olivia returned. "That was good, by the way?"
"Yeah?" Stiles huffed out a small laugh. "Just good?"
Olivia clicked her tongue. "Really good?"
"Eh…"
"Great," she giggled, sitting up on her elbow to kiss him. "Really great. Fantastic. Amazing."
"I like amazing," Stiles joked and pulled her into another kiss. "You were amazing."
"We're amazing."
"I like the way you think, Livvy."
One more kiss turned to two more kisses and soon, that turned into making out before they were ready for another round. Unfortunately, before they started to get really heated, Stiles' phone rang. It was Scott.
"What?" Stiles snapped at his best friend, frustrated that Scott was getting in the way of getting laid again.
"Are you in the middle of something?" he could hear the smugness in Scott's voice.
"Yes, so I'm gonna hang up now—"
"Wait!"
"What?"
"Two doctors went missing tonight," Scott rushed out.
Stiles sat up, pulling away from Olivia, who was kissing her way down his chest. "Seriously?"
"Seriously," Scott confirmed. "I think it might be more sacrifices. Can you come to the hospital?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I'll be there soon," Stiles told him. "See ya."
"Bye."
"Let me guess," Olivia sighed as she laid back down next to him. "Something bad happened and it has to do with supernatural nonsense."
"You'd be right," Stiles rolled off the bed and started getting dressed. "Two more people were taken at the hospital and Scott thinks it's more sacrifices. I told him I'd meet him. Wanna come?"
Olivia got out of bed, starting to get dressed as well. "I think I'll go home," she answered him. "You'll be careful, right?"
"Of course," once his shirt was properly on, he walked over to her and gave her a kiss on her forehead. "I love you."
"I love you, too, sweetcheeks," Olivia returned the sentiment and kissed his cheek. "I'll lock the door behind me."
"Thanks, babe."
Olivia shook her head. Damn those stupid pet names—then again, she did start it. "No."
Stiles chuckled. "All right."
Stiles got to the hospital a whole half-hour later, due to the heavy traffic that was caused by the storm and a car accident. When he got there, there were already several police cruisers packed into the parking lot, as well as numerous ambulances. He met up with Scott, and then the two of them went to talk to Melissa and Noah who were standing by one of the missing doctor's car.
"Hang on, hang on," Noah shook his head, confused, after Scott, Stiles, and Melissa told him what had happened with the two missing doctors. "They were both in the car?"
"No, Dad," Stiles corrected him. "they're trying to tell you that it was two separate kidnappings, okay? Two doctors, both gone."
"So whose car is this?" Noah pointed to the vehicle next to them.
"Dr. Hilyard," Melissa told him. "the on-call doctor. The ER attending is the one that never made it in."
"Let me just focus on getting your story first, all right?"
Melissa nodded. "Yeah."
Noah turned to Stiles and Scott, who were listening carefully. "Boys, give us a second."
Stiles gave his dad an annoyed look—he really needed to get any information that Noah got from Melissa in order to help with his own private supernatural investigation—but backed off anyway. He and Scott walked only a few feet away before they started their own conversation.
"There are definitely sacrifices, right?" Scott asked anxiously.
Stiles nodded, quickly glancing back at his dad and Melissa. "Yeah. It's the one Deaton mentioned. Healers."
"What about Danny? He threw up mistletoe," Scott reminded him. "That's not a coincidence. And if he hadn't been with Ethan, he probably would've died. Danny's not a healer."
Stiles shook his head, at a loss. He didn't know how Danny fit into the equation. "I…" he trailed off when he saw that his dad was taking a call. "Can you hear that?"
Scott looked over at his mom and Noah, listening. After a few seconds, he turned back to Stiles. "They found a body."
Olivia was only a little exhausted.
After her date with Stiles—and the little private time afterwards—she had gone to Derek's loft. When she got there, Derek and Cora were training, so she joined them, knowing that she needed to learn self-defense. She wouldn't be able to win against a werewolf, but if some creepy dude came up to her in the middle of the night, she would be able to defend herself. Sometimes she wished she got more of Peter's werewolf powers—enhanced strength wouldn't be too bad.
After training she went up to the bedroom that she now shared with Cora, but she didn't sleep well at all. When she wasn't busy worrying about Stiles, Scott, and the missing people, she had a horrible feeling. It felt like something was going to go wrong at any moment. From her own experiences, she knew to trust that feeling. Her abilities knew what they were doing.
Because of the bad feeling and the lack of sleep, she was cranky. The fact that Ms. Blake was substituting Mr. Harris' physics class didn't help—especially when the woman was sleeping with her cousin.
The alarm blaring throughout the loft startled her awake from her position on the couch, where she had been taking only a little nap. She got to her feet as Derek rang over to the button under the alarm, pressing it so the ringing would stop.
Cora came running out of the kitchen, her eyes going straight to the windows. "What does that mean?"
Olivia and Derek turned to see the same triskele that had been on the old Hale House's door. The alpha pack's logo. Olivia cursed under her breath and bit the inside of her cheek; this couldn't mean anything good.
Derek gave Olivia and Cora a grim look. "It means they're coming. Tonight."
More than a little anxious about what tonight could bring, Olivia grabbed her phone. She had to contact the rest of the pack.
An hour later, Olivia and Cora sat side-by-side on the couch, as Isaac and Boyd waltzed into the loft. Almost as soon as the sliding door shut behind them, Derek came down from the bathroom, freshly showered and clothed.
"Go back to school," he scolded them, sitting on one of the lower steps of his spiral staircase. "You too, Ollie."
"We can't," Olivia replied as she got to her feet and stood next to Isaac and Cora made her way to Boyd's side, all four of them staring at their alpha with firm eyes. "I passed out this morning."
"I have a migraine," Isaac added with a small smirk before pointing to Boyd. "and Boyd, here, has explosive diarrhea."
Body rolled his eyes at Isaac before addressing Derek. "We're here to protect you."
"You're here to protect me?" Derek huffed in amusement, standing up in order to make his way over to them. "Well, I'm in trouble then."
"Ollie texted in the group message and Boyd came up with a plan," Cora informed her brother.
Boyd nodded. "Yeah, I thought about the time Gerard had me and Erica locked up, tied up with electrical wires pushing current through us," he dropped the duffel bag he was carrying and unzipped it, pulling out a large coil of electrical wires. "I was wondering how we could do something like that, but on a bigger scale."
"It's not the greatest plan," Isaac commented while Olivia nodded in agreement and Boyd shrugged. "but it's the best we can come up with right now."
"In a pool of electrified water, it can take up to fifty milliamps to kill a normal human," Olivia explained while Boyd walked over to the brick wall that, for some reason, had a hose hookup. He picked up the hose that was already attached and turned the knob so the water would start up. "Incidentally, that's less than the power it takes to turn on a light bulb."
"That's comforting," Derek said dryly.
"If we disable the circuit interrupter in the building's electrical room, the current will keep coming," Boyd explained the rest of his plan. "and anyone who steps foot in here will get a pretty shocking surprise."
"Especially someone who's barefoot," Cora smirked, thinking of Kali and her weird habit of walking everywhere without shoes.
Isaac cocked his head. "Do you think she doesn't wear shoes because she wants to intimidate people or because shoes are uncomfortable with the long toe-claws?
Olivia, Derek, Cora, and Boyd all turned to him with pursed lips and flat gazes. Was that really the question to ask when they were going up against the alpha pack…again?
"Stiles," Stiles looked over at Scott as he hissed his name, an eyebrow quirked curiously. "Dude, where's Liv? This is her favorite class."
"Apparently Derek needed her help," Stiles rolled his eyes; he was still not Derek's biggest fan. "She also said something about not wanting Ms. Blake to ruin her favorite class."
Scott scoffed in amusement. "I can't believe Harris' class was her favorite."
"She's a science nerd, what do you expect?" Stiles commented. "Oh, I forgot to tell you—"
"Good morning," Ms. Blake walked into the classroom and set the physics textbook on the desk that once belonged to Mr. Harris. "As you all know, Mr. Harris is still missing—" she paused awkwardly and then corrected herself. "I mean, sick. Anyway, I'm filling in while we all hope and pray for a more qualified substitute to take my place."
Stiles and Scott stared at her blankly, just like the rest of their classmates.
"Okay, so let's get started, shall we?"
As Ms. Blake turned her back to the class in order to write on the chalkboard, Stiles leaned closer to Scott's seat in order to continue what he was going to say before he was interrupted. "My dad said that the ER attending wasn't strangled but he did die from asphyxiation," he said. "They just don't know how."
"Do you think the on-call doctor could still be alive?" Scott whispered back.
"I don't know," Stiles sincerely doubted that the doctor was still alive, but he didn't want to admit that to Scott. Scott was much more optimistic than he was. "but 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."
Before Scott could reply, his phone started vibrating in his pocket. He ducked his head under the desk to answer the call. "Hey, Doc. Sorry, I'm in class right now. Can I call you back?" he paused in order to let Deaton speak. In the next few seconds, he stiffened up anxiously. "Doc? Doc, Doc, Doc, what's happening?"
The call seemingly ended. Scott quickly turned to Stiles, his eyes wide and frantic. "Deaton's been taken."
Stiles frowned. "Shit."
Stiles arrived at the veterinarian clinic midway through Scott's statement that his dad and Deputy Tara were taking. He sat by his best friend for support, knowing how much Deaton meant to him, and stayed quiet so Noah and Tara could get their investigation underway.
When Scott had finished explaining that Deaton had called him during physics class, Noah patted him on the shoulder. "All right, we're doing everything we can," he said comfortingly. "Right now, the best thing you can do is go back to school."
Scott nodded silently in agreement but when Noah and Tara walked away, he grabbed Stiles' arm and gestured to the room where the cats were kept. Hoping not to catch Noah or Tara's attention, they quietly made their way into the room and closed the door firmly.
"We have to tell him," Scott proposed immediately.
Stiles blinked in shock. "You mean, like, tell him, tell him, or something else that isn't telling him what I think you want to tell him?"
Scott gave him a deadpan look. "You know what I mean."
"You remember how your mom reacted?" Stiles needlessly reminded him. "She didn't look you in the eye for, like, a week."
"And she got over it," Scott countered. "and it actually made us closer."
Stiles pressed his lips together and glanced out the window in the door; his dad looked absolutely flustered as he conversed with Tara about the case. "I don't know, dude. I mean look at him," Stiles sighed and nodded out the window. "Come on, he's completely overwhelmed as it is."
"He's overwhelmed because he has no clue what's happening," Scott stated empathetically. "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."
Stiles got that. He understood that more than anyone because Noah was his dad. He was the one who had to watch him almost pull his hair out in frustration over the cases that had to do with something supernatural. He's the one who to pull the bottle of whiskey away from his dad when the stress got to be too much. The thing was, was knowing about the supernatural that much better? It wasn't safe, either way. And all Stiles wanted to do was protect his only family member he had left.
"He's gonna find out sooner or later," Scott added while Stiles hesitated.
"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?" Stiles retorted, growing a little frustrated. "I mean, okay, look, I get that Deaton's been like a father to you. I get that, okay? But this is my…" he hesitated and licked his lips, his frustration growing into fear. "this is my actual father. I can't—I can't lose both of my parents, all right? Not both of them."
He couldn't think of anything worse than his dad getting hurt or killed. And what if knowing about Beacon Hills' supernatural secrets did that? It scared the shit out of him.
Scott nodded sympathetically. "You're right."
Stiles sighed, his mind racing between what was right, what wasn't right, and what scared him. "No, I'm not," he finally decided. "I'm not right. I'll tell him."
"I'll help you," Scott promised.
Stiles sighed once more before he and Scott went to leave the cat clinic. As the door shut behind them, both of them were surprised to see Ms. Morrell talking to Noah and Tara.
"Please, whatever you need, however you can help find my brother."
Stiles and Scott glanced at each other, both of them thinking the same thing, Brother?
"Will you excuse us for a moment?" Noah asked; Ms. Morrell nodded and Noah and Tara left the clinic to converse outside.
As soon as they were out of hearing shot, Ms. Morrell stalked over to Stiles and Scott. "Okay, listen closely, both of you," she said sternly. "No sheriff, deputy, or detective is going to be able to find him."
"You don't have to ask us for help," Scott told her.
"Actually, I'm trying to help you," Ms. Morrell replied. "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."
Once again, Scott and Stiles turned to one another, sighing in realization, "Lydia."
Olivia stomped through the school hallways with Cora by her side. When Stiles had called her about Dr. Deaton and how Lydia might be able to find him using whatever abilities she had, she and Cora had left the loft and made her way to the school to find Lydia and meet up with Stiles. Unfortunately for them, Lydia was not answering her phone, which hardly happened.
That and the fact that it happened to be Lydia's free period, Olivia already knew what was going on. Her cousin was with Aiden, the asshole alpha, and they were likely to be making out in Coach's office. She knew it was their usual place but one of Lydia's newer spots since she didn't want Olivia to know that she was hooking up with the enemy.
"Are you absolutely sure she'll be with Aiden?" Cora checked with her younger cousin.
"I'm sure," Olivia said confidently. "She and Jackson used the supply closet at the old school but they're locked all the time now. Teacher offices and the bathrooms are the only doors unlocked all day and Lydia wouldn't hook up with anyone in the bathroom."
"So how do you know they're in the coach's office?"
"Because Coach has his lunch break during Lydia's free period and his office is huge," Olivia answered. "He got an upgrade when they won the regional championship, courtesy of Stiles."
"Huh," Cora hummed. "and Jackson was the kanima, right?"
"Unfortunately."
Once they got closer to Coach's office, Cora pulled the fire alarm to get Aiden away from Lydia (Olivia knew all about Lydia's 'leave-before-me' policy). They waited until he left the office before walking up to the door. They were just in time; Lydia opened the door, her purse over her shoulder and her books in her arms.
"You don't have very good taste in guys, do you?" Cora asked her.
Lydia scoffed at Cora, not liking her attitude, but then faced Olivia with an apologetic look on her face. "Liv…"
"Honestly, we don't have time to get into this right now," Olivia cut her off. She couldn't waste the energy on an argument when Dr. Deaton and Derek were in danger.
"We have time for a statement though," Cora commented and narrowed her eyes at Lydia. "Derek would like to kindly ask you to stop seeing Aiden. Which means that if I catch you with him again, I'm not going to pull a fire alarm. I'm going to pull your tongue out of your head."
Olivia grimaced at Cora's words and went to say something, but Lydia was already snapping back at Cora. "Sweetheart, my last boyfriend was a homicidal lizard, so I think I can handle a werewolf."
"Enough, both of you," Olivia spoke up, irritated with the both of them. She felt betrayed by Lydia because Lydia knew that the alpha pack had killed Erica, wanted Derek dead, and wanted her for whatever reason. And while she admired Cora's no-nonsense attitude that all Hales shared, Lydia was her best friend and more of a sister than a cousin and she didn't like anyone talking to her like that, even if it was Cora.
"Did I walk into a cat fight?" Stiles walked into the office from the door that led to boys' locker room.
"Stiles," Olivia gave him a look of disapproval.
"What?" he blinked innocently before clearing his throat and going back on track. "Okay, Lydia, long story short, we need you to help us find Deaton."
Lydia looked between Olivia and Stiles, confused. "What happened to Deaton?"
"He was taken by the darach," Olivia informed her and then recalled everything that Stiles had told her. "Apparently, Ms. Morrell is Dr. Deaton's sister and she told Stiles and Scott that you could potentially help find him."
Lydia scoffed in disbelief. "She said that?"
"Yes," Stiles nodded shortly. "so, we need to get started.
A couple minutes later, Olivia, Stiles, Lydia, and Cora were set up in Coach's empty classroom. Stiles pulled out a long flat box and Olivia sighed when she got a good look at what was on the label.
"A Ouija board?" Lydia asked flatly as he set the board down on the desk she was sitting at.
Stiles nodded and placed the planchette on the board in the correct position. "Also called a spirit board and it's worth a shot."
"A shot in the dark," Lydia mumbled in distaste.
Stiles gave her an annoyed look. "Could you just try it, please? Let's not forget who this is for: Scott's boss, the guy who has saved our collective asses on more than one occasion."
"Okay, should we all do this?" Cora pointed at the board.
"Yeah," Stiles confirmed. The four of them all placed their hands on the planchette and closed their eyes while he asked, "Where's Dr. Deaton?"
Olivia waited patiently for the planchette to move but she didn't really expect it to. Honestly, she agreed with Lydia when it came down to trying these various activities—honestly, it seemed like a waste of time. But, if it helped Stiles and Scott feel better, she would do it. And it wasn't like she didn't want to find Dr. Deaton. Anything could help at the moment, since they weren't exactly knowledgeable about his whereabouts.
Lydia opened her eyes when she felt Olivia, Stiles, and Cora staring at her. "What?"
"Aren't you gonna answer?" Stiles prompted.
"Oh, I don't know the answer," Lydia stated. "I thought we were asking some sort of spirit."
Stiles looked over at Olivia in disbelief while Cora asked, "Well, do you know any spirits?"
Lydia stared at her for a moment before turning to Olivia. "Is she for real?"
Olivia sighed and pulled her hands away from the planchette. "Yes, she is," she answered her cousin and glanced at Stiles. "Let's move on."
"Right, okay," Stiles nodded and hurriedly put away the Ouija board. He then pulled out a set of keys from his jeans. "Okay, these are Deaton's keys for the clinic," he told Lydia. "Close your eyes. I'm gonna put them in your hand and then we're just gonna try and see if you can feel out for his location. It's psychometry."
Lydia pursed her lips and pointed at him. "I'm not a psychic."
"You're something!" Stiles burst out in frustration.
"Okay," Olivia grabbed the keys from him and held them out in front of Lydia. The redhead sighed, closed her eyes, and held her hand out expectantly; when Olivia placed them in her hands, she jumped. "What?"
Lydia opened her eyes. "They're cold."
Stiles' eye twitched in irritation. "Lydia, could you concentrate?" he snapped at her. "We're trying to save lives here, for the love of God."
Olivia put her hand on his back and started rubbing it up and down, knowing that it relaxed him when they were alone together. That was for his anxiety, though. She didn't know if it would work with his temper. As Lydia closed her eyes to concentrate, she was surprised to see and feel Stiles relax at her touch.
"Do you see something, Lyds?" Olivia asked when Lydia's eyebrows furrowed.
Lydia opened her eyes once more and shook her head. "Nothing."
Stiles grabbed Dr. Deaton's keys from Lydia and shoved them back in his pocket. While he got out a notebook and a pencil, Olivia paused. The whispers were starting up again, which worried the hell out of her.
Scott, Scott, Scott…He's with him, the Alpha of Alphas…Death, Destroyer of Worlds…Scott, Scott, Scott…
Feeling an overwhelming urge to walk, Olivia excused herself from the others and left Coach's classroom. She wandered the halls as Scott's name grew louder and louder in her head, following her instincts toward the music hallway. She stopped by the orchestra room when Scott's name was being yelled at her; she wasn't surprised to see that Scott and Deucalion were dueling it out inside.
She entered the room just as Deucalion stabbed Scott in the shoulder with the blade at the end of his seeing cane. She focused on pushing calming waves out of her mind, raising her hands in order to visual actual waves making their way toward Deucalion.
"Aw," Deucalion straightened up and but the cap back on his cane. "I know you would come, Olivia. It's nice to see you and Scott, here, working together. You show promising improvement."
Olivia narrowed her eyes at him. "What's going on?"
"Scott and I made ourselves a deal," Deucalion answered. "Unfortunately, even with your help, I won," he turned his face down to Scott, who was kneeling on the floor, his hand pressed to his wounded shoulder. "Impressive, but you know I'm not the one slashing up innocent people, praying to ancient gods or gathering herbs, or whatever the hell druids are supposed to do."
"I am part of the pack that wants Derek dead, though," he continued, his head rising to meet Olivia's gaze head-on. "Kali is coming for him, so there's a difficult choice you're about to face because someone is going to die tonight. Whether that's Derek or Deaton, that's up to you two."
"Neither of them are dying," Olivia said firmly, not feeling as brave as her statement suggested. "Where's Deaton?"
Deucalion shook his head. "I'll give you a very important clue," he offered instead. "Let the current guide you."
Olivia stiffened as Deucalion passed her to leave the orchestra room, thinking about his clue. Once he left, she rushed over to Scott and pulled him to his feet, glancing at him worriedly. "Are you okay?"
"I'm healing," he assured her. "Come on, we have to go get the others."
"Okay," Olivia agreed, locking her arm with his incase he needed some support. "Did he tell you anything else?"
"No, but I figured something out," Scott told her as they hurried down the hallways leading back to Coach's classroom. "Last night, Danny wasn't supposed to be a sacrifice. I think he was just a distraction."
Olivia quirked an eyebrow. "So, he was a target. The darach didn't plan on him for a sacrifice."
"Exactly."
As they stopped outside Coach's classroom, they heard Cora ask Stiles, "Isn't she supposed to be some kind of genius?"
"Genius, yes," Lydia confirmed. "Psychic, no. Honestly, I don't know why you're even bothering with me anyway. I mean, especially since it's obvious you should be talking to Danny."
Olivia smiled to herself; maybe these little tests Stiles insisted on did work a little.
"What?" Stiles spoke rapidly. "Why Danny?"
Olivia and Scott entered the room. "Because, last night, he was a target," Scott spoke up. "But he wasn't a sacrifice."
While Olivia sat in the Jeep's passenger seat and waited for Stiles to come out of the hospital where he was supposed to be talking to Danny, she thought about Deaton's clue. It was a little vague but one thing that popped out in her mind was Boyd's plan for Derek's loft.
"…Gerard had me and Erica locked up, tied up with electrical wires pushing current through us…" Boyd had said.
Deucalion had said 'current'. He practically emphasized it. What if he was referencing Boyd's plan? How he would know about it, she didn't know. But Deucalion and the alpha pack always seemed one step ahead of them, they had been before. What if that was what he was hinting at.
But, then again, he was referring to Dr. Deaton and where the darach might have taken him. So, whatever it was that had Danny as the Darach's target, that could be the missing piece they needed. Hopefully, Stiles would figure it out.
And figure it out, he did. After ten minutes or so, Stiles came rushing out of the hospital and joined the Jeep with Olivia, Lydia, and Cora—the latter two in the backseat. He had a packet of papers in his hand and Olivia recognized the cover page from when they were peer reviewing reports in physics class.
"Why do you have Danny's essay?" she asked and then paused, her mind racing as she recalled the topic of the report. "Oh, my God. Telluric currents."
All right, so Danny was the piece they were missing.
"Exactly," Stiles confirmed as he started up the Jeep. "We're gonna meet Scott at the animal clinic."
They pulled up to Dr. Deaton's clinic only moments later, where Scott's motorbike was already parked. The four of them shuffled out of the Jeep and hurriedly made their way into the building, where Scott was waiting for them in the exam room.
"Okay, so, what does this kid's homework have to do with finding Deaton?" Cora asked as Stiles quickly spread out the map on Mr. Argent's desk that he had taken a photo of and printed out while he was waiting for them to arrive.
"Because it's not just homework," Olivia answered. "It's a report on geomagnetic fields. They flow through the earth and they can even be affected by lunar phases."
"Look at this," Stiles pointed at the second page of Danny's report, where Mr. Harris' familiar writing was sketched out in red ink. "This is a note from Harris on Danny's proposal."
"'I strongly advise you to choose another subject,'" Lydia read the note. "'The ideas here, while innovative and thoughtful, border on pseudo-science. Not suitable for class.'"
"Harris wasn't just a sacrifice," Scott realized. "He knew something."
"And check this out, Allison's dad wasn't the only one with a map. Danny had one too," he unfolded the map that Danny provided with his report, spreading it out to the other map. "Danny marked all the telluric currents, okay?"
"Beacon Hills is actually a beacon," Olivia took over, Stiles nodded frantically at her words. "There's so much energy flowing through the earth around town. It's insanely cool—"
"Keep on subject," Stiles interjected, knowing that she could get a little enthusiastic about science. Most of the time it was adorable and one of his favorite things about her, but it just wasn't the time.
"Right," Olivia nodded.
"Guys, look," Scott hovered Mr. Argent's map over Danny's. "they match. Look, there's three places, all right?" he grabbed a marker and started circling areas on Danny's map. "Where they're kidnapped and where they're body is found…"
"Look," Lydia pointed at the map where Scott had drawn a circle right on a telluric current. "that's right on the telluric current."
"So, maybe where he was sacrificed is somewhere in between."
"Let me see that," Stiles took the pen from Scott and started making more circles. "You said there's six more bodies to be found. Deaton's one of them. It's got to be somewhere in between, right?"
His pen wandered around the map, looking for a specific location; Cora reached out and wrapped her hand around his. "Stop," she ordered, moving his hand to the spot she had located on the map. Lydia glanced at Olivia as she glared at their joined hands. "He's the in the vault. He's in the same vault."
As Stiles, Lydia, Scott, and Cora gathered up the report and maps to take with them, Olivia was suddenly overcome with dizziness. She braced herself on the stainless-steel counter so that she wouldn't fall.
He's gonna die…Derek, Derek, Derek…Derek's gonna die…Kali's going to kill him…GET TO HIM…DEREK's GOING TO DIE!
She didn't look up, unable to focus on anything else, when Lydia called for Stiles and Scott to stop. "Guys, hold on."
"Lydia, we don't have time to wait."
Lydia glared at Scott. "Liv's having an episode."
At that moment, Olivia pulled her hands away from the table and gripped the sides of her head, squeezing tightly. "Oh, my God, Derek," she whimpered, distraught. "Derek!"
Cora rushed over to her side and pulled her hands away from her head so she wouldn't hurt herself. When her phone vibrated, she only used one hand to look at the message. "It's Boyd," she told the others. "The plan didn't work. They cut the power."
"Derek!"
"It's just like he said," Scott whispered in realization before raising his voice and addressing Stiles, "Go, I can save Deaton myself."
"All right," Stiles could barely look away from Olivia, he was so worried for her. "Come on, guys."
The trip to Derek's loft was absolutely silent, all of them worried about what was going on at the loft. Halfway there, Olivia came out of her trance and urged Stiles to hurry up, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her eyes were still purple; it seemed like she was still having an episode but had gained some control over herself.
Per Isaac's instructions, the four of them rushed to the building's electrical room in order to turn on the auxiliary power.
"Okay, what do we do?" Stiles asked, staring up at the numerous large switches.
"We pull them," Cora answered as she texted Isaac their whereabouts. "We pull all of them."
Olivia whimpered as a rush of something went through her body. She took off to the stairs as whispers flooded her head, warning her of danger for her pack.
Derek, Boyd, Derek…Boyd, Boyd, Boyd…
She was at the third-floor landing, the others not far behind her, when an absolutely crushing weight landed in her lungs. She stopped in her tracks and held her hand to her chest, a screaming ripping out of her throat, "BOYD!"
A sob escaped her lips as a horrible feeling came upon her. She couldn't describe it, but she just knew that Boyd was dying. No, he wasn't dying. She knew he was dead. Boyd was dead. She started running again when Cora passed her, dreading what she would see when she made it to the loft.
She didn't expect to see Ms. Blake outside the door, being held away from the water-filled loft by Isaac but it was the least of her concerns. When she spotted Boyd's body in the water in front of Derek, she ran past them and toward Derek. She dropped to her knees next to him, water splashing her, and reached toward Boyd, who was only inches away.
He's really gone. Oh, my God, Boyd's dead. He's dead, he's dead, he's dead…
Her cries bordered on hysterical as she fell into Derek, letting him wrap his arms around her while he stared blankly at his beta's body, too shocked to do anything else.
The splashing behind her didn't take her focus away from Boyd's body, but she briefly felt Stiles wrap his arms around her and pulling her into his lap. She felt like she was drowning as she turned away from Boyd's body and buried her head in his chest.
Another pack member gone, another hole in her heart.