"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 says.
"Hey, my dad said that the ER attending wasn't strangled but did die from asphyxiation-- they just don't know how." Stiles whispers to Sabrina and Scott.
"Do you think the on-call doctor could still be alive?" Sabrina questions.
"I don't know... But guys, there's got to be at least twenty other doctors in that hospital at least, you know? Any one of them could be next." Stiles explains.
Their conversation was cut short when Scott's phone began to ring. Quickly, he grabbed it out of his pocket answering it. "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." Deaton says through the phone. "I'm going to be taken. I need you to find me."
"Doc. Doc, doc, doc-- what's happening?" Scott questions as the line goes dead.
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"All right, we're doing everything we can. Right now, the best thing you can do is go back to school." Sheriff Stilinski states putting his hand on Scott's shoulder. After Scott's call from Deaton he had left school in a hurry. Sabrina and Stiles weren't far behind him, but before they left Stiles had called his father and told him what was happening. After Stilinski had walked away Scott turned to Sabrina and Stiles, he gestured towards the door leading to the back room. Without anything needing to be said the trio followed after one another.
"We have to tell him." Scott urges once they were alone.
"You mean, like, tell him? Or, tell him something else that isn't telling him what I think you want to tell him?" Stiles questions.
"You know what he means." Sabrina states getting on board with Scott.
"You remember how your mom reacted? She didn't look you in the eye for, like, a week!" Stiles exclaims.
"And she got over it." Scott tells him. "And- and it actually made us closer."
"I don't know, dude." Stiles mumbles. "I mean, look at him. Come on, he's completely overwhelmed as it is!"
"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." Sabrina explains trying to convince Stiles.
"Yeah, but is now really the right time?" Stiles asks.
"What if not telling him now gets someone else killed?" Scott questions.
"What if telling him gets him killed, huh?" Stiles snaps. " 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."
"You're right." Scott sighs.
"No." Stiles groans. "I'm not. I'm not right. I'll tell him."
"We'll help you." Sabrina states grabbing ahold of Stiles arm, giving him a soft smile. As the trio walked out of the back room they were met with their school consoler Miss Marin.
"Please, whatever you need. However you can help find my brother." Miss Marin says.
"Will you excuse us for a moment?" Sheriff Stilinski exclaims walking away with the rest of his deputies. Once the teens were alone again with Miss Marin she started walking towards them.
"Listen closely, all three of you-- no sheriff, deputy, or detective is going to be able to find him." Miss Marin states.
"You don't have to ask us for help." Scott tells her.
"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." Miss Marin explains.
"Lydia."
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"A ouijia board?" Lydia questions turning to her sister. Sabrina rolls her eyes and shrugs in response. She wasn't responsible for what ever wacked out idea Stiles came up with.
"Also called a spirit board. And, it's worth a shot." Stiles exclaims.
"A shot in the dark." Lydia mutters.
"Could you just try it, please?" Stiles asks. "Okay, let's not forget who this is for-- Scott's boss, the guy who has saved our collective asses on more than one occasion."
"Oh, wait. Should we all do this?" Cora questions. Sabrina was still confused as to why she was here.
"Yeah. Yeah. You guys ready?" Stiles asks.
"Yeah."
"Yes."
"Where's Dr. Deaton?" Stiles begins keeping a close eye on Lydia.
When nothing happens and Lydia notices him looking at her she sighs. "What?"
"Aren't you gonna answer it?" Stiles questions.
"God, Stiles you're an idiot." Sabrina snaps.
"Wha-what I thought-" Stiles begin to stutter.
"I don't know the answer." Lydia says. "I thought we were asking some sort of spirit."
"Well, do you know any spirits?" Cora asks.
"Is she for real?" Lydia questions.
When the ouijia didn't work Stiles tried a new tactic. "Okay, these are Deaton's keys for the clinic. Close your eyes, and I'm gonna put 'em in your hand, and then we're just gonna try and see if you can feel out for his location. It's called psychometry."
"I'm not a psychic." Lydia states.
"You're something! Okay?" Stiles freaks out as Sabrina rolls her eyes. "Just, Lydia, put out your hand." Lydia sticks her hand out, making a noise when Stiles drops the keys into them. "What?"
"They're cold."
Sabrina's surprised Stiles didn't leave at this point as she watches his eyes twitch. "Lydia, concentrate, please? Trying to save lives here, for the love of God." Lydia notices Stiles frustration and tries to take things seriously. Though nothing she did worked, she wasn't getting any kind of message from the keys. "Yeah, what is it? What do you see?" Stiles asks once he notices the look of concentration on Lydia's face.
Lydia sighs before speaking. "Nothing."
Once again Stiles was trying a new tactic. Sabrina didn't realize how prepared he came. "Automatic writing?" Sabrina questions. Stiles nods his head while heading Lydia a pencil. Hesitantly she takes it blowing out a breath of air. Almost immediately she began writing which caught the attention of everyone in the room. Once Stiles noticed what she was drawling he spoke up.
"Lydia, what are you doing? What... what the hell is that?"
"A tree." She states.
"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 exclaims.
"Well, maybe you should've said that." Lydia snaps.
"Isn't she supposed to be some kind of genius?" Cora questions impatiently.
"Genius? Yes. Psychic? No." Lydia replies. "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."
"What? Why Danny?" Stiles asks.
"Because..." They all look up as Scott walks through the doorway holding onto his shoulder. "Last night, he was a target... But he wasn't a sacrifice."