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The next day, Stiles sat beside Scott at the back of the bus as they headed towards the cross country meet. Scott was still tired and moving slightly sluggishly this morning, but he hadn’t let Stiles look at the wound, assuring him it was fine, that it was just taking longer to heal.
But now, as Scott seemed to fade in and out of awareness of his surroundings, Stiles decided he was done.
‘Ok, come on Scott, enough is enough, let me have a look at your side.’ Stiles said, reaching for Scott’s t-shirt – not for the first time, but this time when Scott tried to brush him off, he wouldn’t let him.
He lifted Scott’s top and was startled to see blood had seeped through the bandage. He peeled the corner away from Scott’s skin and swallowed a gasp at the sight. It was just as bad, if not worse than it had been the night before.
‘Why didn’t you tell me it wasn’t healing? We shouldn’t be here, we should’ve gone to Deaton.’ Stiles all but hissed at his boyfriend.
‘It’s fine, Stiles. It’s just taking longer – ’
‘Scott, this is not healing at all! It looks exactly the same as last night. That’s it, I’m calling Allison and Lydia.’
‘Why? What’s she going to do from Beacon Hills?’ Scott asked, letting his head roll to the side to stare at Stiles.
‘No they’re not, they’ve been following us since we left. They’re about three cars back, thankfully for us.’ He dialled Lydia’s number, and explained what was going on, although as he did so he focused on Ethan who had his phone in his hand and kept looking down at it.
‘Just, reason with him or something, tell him you need to pee or get a drink, something.’ Allison said through the phone, and that got Stiles’ attention again.
‘Reason with him? Have you actually met him? Besides, even if we pull over how is that going to help Scott?’ He asked, glancing back over at Scott.
‘We’ll figure something out, but we can’t help if you’re stuck on that bus and we’re here.’
‘Fine. Fine!’ He hung up and stood to go and try and reason with Coach. When that, as predicted, failed, he was about to make his way back to Scott when Coach told Jarrod not to puke and Stiles had an idea.
He felt bad, he did – and disgusted since he’d been right there when Jarrod had thrown up and it smelled awful. But it did the trick, forcing Coach to pull the bus over at the nearest rest stop.
‘Come on Scotty, we have to get you out of here.’ He helped Scott stand, grabbing Scott’s bag as he went and helping Scott off the bus. When the stepped off, Allison and Lydia were there, and they rushed Scott into the restroom.
Stiles stripped off Scott’s t-shirt and the bandage, and winced. Behind him he heard Lydia and Allison gasp in shock.
‘Why isn’t he healing?’ Allison asked, and Stiles shrugged, not taking his eyes off Scott.
‘It’s my fault.’ Scott said, his eyes still closed, head leaning back against the tiles.
‘What’s your fault, Scott?’ Stiles asked, but Scott didn’t answer.
‘It’s somatic.’ Lydia said, and they turned to look at her.
‘What do you mean?’ Allison questioned, and Lydia looked at her.
‘His mind is stopping him from healing, the wound is no longer physical it’s being caused by his psyche.’
‘It’s in his head?’ Stiles asked, and Lydia rolled her eyes at him.
‘Yes, it’s in his head.’ Lydia responded.
‘So his guilt over something is stopping him from healing? How do we fix this then?’ Stiles asked, starting to get desperate.
Lydia reached into her purse, pulling out something small.
‘We stitch him up. Make him think he’s healing until he believes it and his body takes over and actually heals itself.’ She said, and Stiles stared at her. ‘Do you have a better idea?’
Stiles shook his head slowly.
‘No, I don’t. But I have no idea how to do that, and I love him, but putting me in charge of using a needle on him? Between that and the blood I’ll probably pass out.’
‘I can do it.’ Allison said, stepping forward to take the item from Lydia’s hand. ‘I’ll work quickly, but try to keep people out of here and don’t let Coach leave.’
Stiles was about to respond when someone entered the restroom, and three heads turned towards the doorway in surprise which quickly turned to relief when they saw it was Jackson.
‘What are you all – what’s wrong with McCall? Why hasn’t he healed?’ Jackson asked, looking between them all.
‘He’s not letting himself. Jackson, what happened last night? He’s blaming himself for something and Lydia thinks he’s not letting himself heal to punish himself.’ Stiles said, hoping Jackson could fill in the blanks for them.
‘I don’t know, it wasn’t a great fight but we all made it out in one piece – he and I even managed to save Derek from a three storey drop when one of the – that alpha, the big one, what did they call him Allison?’
‘Ennis.’ She told them, staring at Jackson with a look of understanding filling her eyes. ‘He was pulling Derek over the edge with him, you and Scott pulled Derek up and then…’ She trailed off, and Jackson took over.
‘We got Derek back on the floor, except his leg – Ennis had his claws in deep in Derek’s thigh, it’s all that was stopping him from dropping. Scott reached out to help him, told him to take his hand and he refused. Scott grabbed his wrist, the one holding him up, to try and pull him up too and the guy dug the claws of his other hand into Scott’s wrist, forced him to let go then just, let himself fall.’ Jackson explained to Stiles and Lydia, as Allison focused on trying to thread the needle.
‘He blames himself for what happened to this guy when he chose to fall?’ Lydia questioned, and Stiles let out a choked laugh that had Lydia and Jackson staring at him.
‘Of course he does. He’s Scott, he won’t think about it in terms of this Ennis refusing his help, he’ll be focusing on the fact that he didn’t do enough to save him, even if this guy would probably just as soon kill him. It’s who he is.’ Stiles told them, keeping a hold of Scott’s hand while firmly keeping his eyes away from where Allison was just starting to stitch Scott up.
‘Ok, so we need to convince Scott that this isn’t his fault?’ Jackson asked, and Lydia nodded. ‘How do we do that?’
‘Ethan.’ Stiles said, and looked up. ‘There’s been something nagging me all morning. He can barely keep his eyes off his phone, like he’s waiting for something. And Aiden isn’t here. Can you ask Danny, see if he knows what’s going on?’
Jackson nodded, taking one final look at Scott before shaking his head and heading outside.
‘I’ll go with him, keep an eye on Coach.’ Lydia told them, then followed Jackson outside.
Stiles finally looked back at Scott, still keeping his eyes off the blood and needle, bringing his free hand to Scott’s face.
‘Come on, Scott. You need to wake up for me. Allison’s stitching you up – maybe not as neat as your mum, but then I bet she hasn’t had anywhere near as much experience as Mama McCall, huh? And I’m not even talking about at the hospital, just from you and me. We definitely kept her practicing her skills outside of her shifts.’
Scott’s eyes blinked open, looking at Stiles before glancing down at Allison.
‘Hey, that’s it. Yeah, just stay with us, ok? Allison’s doing a great job, this is going to kickstart the healing for you. We might need to tell Coach you have like, food poisoning or something to get your out of running, but you’re gonna be fine.’ Stiles said, letting himself ramble to distract both himself and Scott as Allison continued to work.
‘I think you might be right.’ Scott said, and Stiles quirked an eyebrow at him.
‘I mean, I usually am Scott, but about what exactly this time?’ He asked, trying to inject some humour into his voice but mostly failing.
‘Don’t think I’ll be running today.’ Scott told him, and Stiles let out an actual laugh this time, which elicited a small smile from Scott. From the corner of his eye, he saw Allison shaking her head at him, a small smile gracing her lips and tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
‘There we go – just got to finish this off, and we can get a clean top on you.’ Allison told them, and Stiles nodded.
‘Hear that? Gonna have to get back on your feet in a second. Do you think we need to put a bandage over it now?’ Stiles asked Allison, and she shook her head.
‘No, this will stop any bleeding while it heals, he should be fine. Can you grab some of those paper towels, get them damp so we can just clean this up before he puts on a clean top?’ She asked, and he stood, giving Scott’s hand a quick squeeze before getting the paper towels.
They got him cleaned up, and then helped him stand. As Stiles fished out a clean top from Scott’s bag and helped him get it on, Allison rinsed off the needle and washed her hands, packing up the little sewing kit and then taking Scott’s bag so Stiles could help him make his way out of the restroom.
As they stepped back out into the sun, they were greeted by a surprising sight. Most of their teammates were formed into a crowd and there was shouting, from them, from Coach. Lydia rushed up to them.
‘It’s Isaac – I don’t know what happened, but he suddenly just went for Ethan. He won’t stop.’
Scott stepped forward, Stiles helping him make his way into the fray where they saw Isaac wailing on Ethan, Danny looking on in shock, Boyd watching with a blank face and Jackson grabbing onto one of Isaac’s arms, trying to pull him off.
‘Isaac, stop it, come on – ’
‘ISAAC!’ Scott yelled, and Stiles was surprised by the force in Scott’s voice, but it worked. Isaac stopped mid-swing, and slowly raised his head, turning to face Scott. He stared at him, then shrugged Jackson off his arm.
Scott shook his head once, then let his body slump slightly, Stiles stumbling slightly at the unexpected extra weight. Scott threw him an apologetic look and Stiles just rolled his eyes.
‘Come on, let’s get you back on the bus, ok?’ Stiles said softly, turning slowly to head back towards the bus.
‘Allison, what are we going to do? Your car still has basically no gas.’ He heard Lydia say behind him.
‘Everything is too messed up here, we can’t just leave them.’ Allison responded.
‘What are we supposed to do, leave the car?’ Lydia asked, sarcastically, and then she groaned. ‘That wasn’t an actual suggestion!’
Allison moved past Stiles to hop on the bus first, turning to help Stiles with Scott when suddenly Jackson was there, taking the weight and practically lifting Scott onto the bus and up the stairs. Stiles followed, and Jackson quickly relinquished Scott back to Stiles, moving into his seat.
Scott managed to get himself to the back of the bus mostly on his own, which Stiles took as a positive sign that Lydia’s trick his mind into thinking it’s healing thing was starting to work.
Scott eased down into the seat, then slid over to make room for Stiles. Stiles took Scott’s bag from Allison, slid it along the floor to rest at Scott’s feet, then sat down, pressing close to Scott’s side.
Allison and Lydia sat in front of them, and Allison was turning to say something when Jackson appeared beside Lydia. They all looked up at him, and he rolled his eyes before throwing his bag in the empty seats in front of the girls and sitting down.
‘So, I found out what’s had Ethan all twitchy. Danny had already asked him about it, since he was all distracted and constantly checking his phone. He told Danny that someone close to him was really sick, and they weren’t sure he was going to make it – that’s why Aiden’s not here, one of them had to stay behind to be there.’ Jackson told them, keeping his voice low so no one else would hear.
‘It’s gotta be Ennis, right? He’s still alive.’ Allison said, and Stiles started nodding.
‘Did you hear that, Scott? Ennis isn’t dead, he survived the fall.’ Stiles told Scott, who moved his head to look at his boyfriend, and gave him a small smile. Stiles smiled back, and brought an arm up around Scott’s shoulder, pulling him towards him, and guiding Scott’s head down onto his shoulder.
‘You should try to get some rest while that wound heals, I have a feeling we’ll be on this bus for a while.’ Scott let out a soft hum in agreement, and Stiles let his hand come to rest at the base of Scott’s neck. He gently rubbed his thumb back and forth over the nape of Scott’s neck, and focused back on the conversation happening in front of them.
‘We’ve been really focused on the alpha problem, but we can’t forget about the murders and the Darach.’ Stiles said, cutting into the discussion. Lydia glanced back at him and nodded thoughtfully.
‘You know, in some ancient cultures, use human sacrifice to help prepare them for battle.’ She told them, and Stiles stared at the back of her head.
‘Are you saying you think this Darach person is here to fight someone and is just preparing?’ Stiles asked, incredulously and Lydia shrugged.
‘It’s a possibility.’ Lydia said. ‘And given the number of sacrifices so far, if they are preparing for battle it’s against a formidable enemy. And who do we know who just came to town that would warrant that kind of preparation?’
Stiles looked at Allison and Jackson before looking back at Lydia.
‘You think the Darach might be here because of the Alpha Pack?’ He checked, and Lydia nodded.
‘Think about it. The murders started after the Alpha Pack arrived in town. It’s not proof, but the timing is a hell of a coincidence.’ She said, and Allison nodded in agreement.
‘Great. So if you’re right, we have alpha werewolves against a dark druid. That’s fantastic.’ Stiles said sarcastically.
‘So what do we do?’ Allison questioned, and Stiles almost shrugged before remembering Scott was still using it as a pillow.
‘We try to figure out who the Darach is – we can’t do anything about that if we don’t know who they are. And we don’t give in to whatever is the alpha pack wants.’
‘They want Derek to kill his betas. Or at least, one of them.’ Jackson told them, and Stiles and Lydia looked at him. ‘Remember, Allison? One of them had Cora, the other Boyd and they told Derek all he needed to do to save his sister’s life was kill his beta.’
‘He’s right. They want Derek to kill his betas – last night was supposed to be them forcing Derek to take the first step – that’s what Deucalion said.’ Allison recalled.
‘He wants Derek to do what he did – kill his betas to get rid of his pack and gain their power.’ Scott said softly, lifting his head off Stiles’ shoulder.
‘Hey, you’re supposed to be sleeping.’ Stiles chastised him.
‘Hang on, Deucalion wants Derek to kills all his betas to get their power?’ Jackson asked.
‘It’s what he did. Him and the others – they killed their own packs to join Deucalion and make the alpha pack.’ Scott’s eyes slid closed again, letting his head drop back down to Stiles’ shoulder.
‘Well that’s… do you think they consider me one of his betas?’ Jackson asked, and they all looked at him and – well, that was actually a good point. Did they consider anyone Derek had bitten to be a beta even if they didn’t consider themselves part of his pack? And did the alpha pack know that Jackson was technically Derek’s beta given he never hung around with any of his pack?
They all fell into silence as they contemplated what they knew, and what they were hypothesising.
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Scott fell onto one of the beds in the motel room, his bag sitting where he’d let it fall at the foot of the bed. Stiles took one look at the second bed and snorted, tossing his own bag towards Scott’s and crawling up on the bed beside him. Before he said anything, he reached for Scott’s shirt, lifting it to get a look at the wound and was incredibly relieved to see it was finally healing. In fact, it had mostly healed, and it looked like his body was trying to push the thread Allison had used out.
‘How’s it look?’ Scott asked, lifting his head.
‘It’s nearly healed. But uh… sorry about this.’ That was all the warning Stiles gave him before he grabbed at a part of the thread and pulled, closing his eyes and hoping this didn’t mess anything up.
‘What the hell – ’ Scott sat up, looking down at where Stiles was pulling the last bit of thread loose. ‘Um.’
‘I’ll be right back.’ Stiles jumped off the bed, heading into the bathroom to dispose of the thread and wash his hands. When he came back out, Scott was still looking at his side, but when Stiles sat back down next to him, he let his shirt drop.
‘Well that was sufficiently weird and something I don’t feel like repeating.’ Stiles said, and Scott rolled his eyes fondly. ‘Seriously, not something I want to repeat. Ever. You can’t do that again Scott, you can’t stop yourself from healing because you think you’re responsible for everything that happens.’
Scott looked at him then, and Stiles reached out to put his hand on the back of Scott’s neck, pulling him in until their foreheads were resting against each other.
‘I’m serious, Scott. You can’t control what other people do, and you can’t save everyone even though you want to. And I need you to promise me that if something like this happens again you aren’t going to punish yourself for it.’
‘I’m sorry.’ Scott whispered, reaching his own hands out to pull Stiles into a hug. Stiles brought his other hand up to return the hug, ducking his head into the crook of Scott’s neck, then tilted his body slightly so they fell back onto the bed.
Scott laughed at the movement, then moved his head, bringing one hand up to tilt Stiles’ head up so he could kiss him. Stiles returned the kiss enthusiastically, then suddenly broke away, looking around the room.
‘You know, I don’t think Coach really factored in same-sex couples when he was talking about room assignments and no funny business.’ Stiles said, looking back down at Scott who laughed again before pulling Stiles down for another kiss. Stiles went willingly, until his stomach grumbled and he pulled back, scrunching his nose.
‘I think I saw a vending machine downstairs.’ He told Scott, and scooted backwards. ‘Want anything specific, I mean, if they have it. God only knows what this hell hole might stock.’
‘Nah, whatever they have.’ Scott said, giving him a smile. Stiles nodded and headed for the door. Even he couldn’t have predicted what was going to happen next.
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After successfully shocking Boyd and Isaac out of their – whatever it was, Darach induced suicidal tendencies – Stiles Lydia back outside where they ran in to Allison – without Scott.
‘Where’s Scott?’ He demanded, knowing he should have gone to find his boyfriend himself.
‘I have no idea, he’s not in your room, or any of the stairwells or the office.’ Allison told him as they started down the stairs.
‘We still need a flare if we’re going to stop him. And we haven’t found Jackson either.’ Lydia pointed out.
‘We need to find Scott.’ Stiles said, starting to panic. He’d been trying to keep calm, but after seeing Boyd in the bathtub, Ethan holding the handsaw to his stomach before trying to rip himself open with his own claws, he was losing control very quickly. Allison reached out to put a hand on Stiles’ shoulder to calm him when a sound broke through the silence.
‘McCall?’ Stiles and the girls spun as they heard Jackson’s concerned voice calling out Scott’s name. Then Stiles heard the crackle and his heart began to speed up. They moved quickly to where Jackson was standing, staring in shock. Stiles followed his line of sight, even though he knew he didn’t want to see what had Jackson looking shaken.
His heart dropped at the sight of Scott, dripping wet and holding a lit flare – the last one from the bus. He was standing in the middle of a puddle and even though smell alone told him what it was, the sight of a gasoline can lying on its side at the edge of the puddle confirmed it. Scott had drenched himself in gasoline and was prepared to light himself on fire.
When Scott started to talk, he was too stunned to respond at first, but hearing Allison tell Scott there was always hope kicked him into gear brought him out of his shock. Hearing Scott whisper that he should be no one again kicked him into gear and he started to speak, taking slow, careful steps towards his boyfriend.
‘Scott. You aren’t no one – you were never no one, not to me. You’re one of the most important people on this earth. I love you, Scott. You’re my best friend, my boyfriend – hell, I think you’re the love of my life and I can’t lose you. I need you. So, if you’re really serious about this, well…’ He took one final step into the gas and reached out to cover Scott’s hand with his. ‘You’re just going to have to take me with you. Because I can’t do this without you.’
Scott looked up and Stiles felt his heart shatter at the absolute despair and pain he saw in Scott’s eyes. He had no idea who was causing this or how, but he wanted to find them and hurt them, slowly and painfully. Bringing his other hand up, he gently released Scott’s grip on the flare, thankful that Scott didn’t try to fight him. He threw the flare away from the puddle of gasoline and pulled Scott into a hug, not caring that his own clothes began to soak through with gasoline as well. Then he heard Lydia scream.
‘No!’ And something barrelled into his back, shoving him out of the way and Scott went with him, still in his arms. He felt the heat of the fire, and when he was able to move and look, he saw it was Jackson that had run into them and was still half-sprawled over them, Lydia and Allison off to the side. Lydia was staring in horror at the flames that had nearly engulfed them, and Stiles wondered if it was just the flames she saw.
‘Oh my god.’ Stiles turned his head at the sound of Scott’s voice. ‘Oh my god, what did I do?’
‘It wasn’t you Scotty, it wasn’t you. Come on, we need to move. How the hell did no one else hear that?’ Stiles was attempting to crawl along the ground, trying to drag Scott with him, away from the flames. Suddenly Stiles was on his feet, and he looked to see Jackson helping Scott off the ground.
‘What the hell was that?’ Jackson asked, and they all turned look at him.
‘Where have you been, Jackson?’ Lydia asked, and he looked at his ex-girlfriend.
‘In my room until about 5 minutes ago, why?’
‘Ethan, Isaac, Boyd and Scott were all affected by something – we just assumed it would have affected you too.’ Allison explained, and his eyes narrowed.
‘What do you mean affected?’ He demanded.
‘I saw… I saw Deucalion, in the parking lot – he had my mum, his claws at her throat.’ Scott said slowly, and Stiles looked at him, wrapping his arm around him again. ‘Then… I kept hearing his voice, and Peter’s, and Derek…’
‘I don’t know if the others saw anything, but Ethan tried to cut himself open with a handsaw and when we stopped that he tried to use his claws. Boyd was in the bathtub, with a safe on top of him and Isaac… we managed to snap them all out of it – heat worked, for some reason.’ Allison explained.
‘That… I kept hearing my parents, my adoptive parents. They kept telling me… it doesn’t matter. I was just sitting there, in my room, listening to them and thinking I should just not go back to Beacon Hills when I heard a roar. The voices stopped, and I came out to find out who the hell decided to do that in the middle of a motel.’ Jackson told them, and they looked at him with sympathy, imagining what he might have heard his parents saying.
‘That must have been Boyd, he let out a pretty impressive roar when we got him with the flare.’ Stiles said, and Lydia nodded.
‘So, why were we hearing things and why did we all try to…’ Scott trailed off, unable to say the words.
‘We think it was the Darach.’ Stiles said, explaining the numbers Lydia had seen in the office.
‘I think it was.’ Lydia agreed softly, and they looked at her. ‘In the flames, I saw… it didn’t look human. It was… it was horrible, disfigured and angry and full of hate.’
Stiles looked back at the flames, that were starting to die out as they burned through the gasoline, leaving them with no source of fuel.
‘I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m not really inclined to go and spend the rest of the night in the motel.’ Stiles said, and slowly the others nodded in agreement.
‘Let’s just sleep on the bus.’ Lydia said.
‘I agree. Let’s get our bags, and Boyd and Isaac.’ Scott said, and they all started to move towards their rooms before them met up again on the bus.
Boyd and Isaac took spots up the back, Lydia and Allison decided to stick together and slept leaning against one another. Scott and Stiles had seriously contemplated doing something similar but they were too tall for that to be practical or comfortable for an entire night so they fell asleep Scott one row in front of Stiles, hands clasped above the back of the seat between them. Jackson ended up in the row opposite Scott.
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Stiles sat up with a start when the bus door opened, blinking himself awake as Coach took in the scene of the six of them sleeping on the bus.
Stiles was pulling on his jumper, about to move to sit next to Scott when someone beat him to it. Ethan.
‘So I’m going to tell you this. Ennis didn’t make it, so Kali will come for Derek. She’ll come for revenge. But… it’s not your fault. Ennis chose not to take your hand, he chose to fall. That’s not on you.’ Ethan told Scott, and after a beat of silence he moved past them, heading to the back of the bus to sit back beside Danny.
Jackson, Scott and Stiles looked at each other. Stiles moved to take the seat beside Scott, and was about to discuss what Ethan had told them when Lydia stood, grabbing the whistle from around Coach’s neck and taking the seat behind Jackson, cupping her hand around the whistle and blowing into it softly.
When she held up her hand to show the purple powder now on her palm, Stiles was shocked. He looked from her palm to the whistle then to Scott. Then before he really registered what he planned to do he leapt up, grabbing the whistle from Lydia’s hand and turned, half-climbing over Scott (who tried to duck down and out of the way) to open the window and throw the damn thing out of it, ignoring Coach who had just realised what he was doing.
Thankfully, the bus started to move before Coach could go and retrieve the whistly, and Stiles let himself sink back down into his seat next to Scott, trying to block out Coach’s cursing. He let his body slump towards Scott’s, heard Scott start to speak.
‘Sorry, Coach. He just… he had a really bad night?’ Scott half-told, half-asked the teacher who, when Stiles lifted his head to look, was just staring at them in disbelief.
‘Yeah, uh… sorry?’ Stiles tried, knowing he didn’t sound all that sorry. Coach opened his mouth, about to say something, when a moan caught his attention.
‘No, Jared – no more throwing up!’ Coach yelled, moving away from them, his attention on the perpetually motion-sick boy. And while Stiles still felt a little guilty for inducing his vomiting attack yesterday, he was incredibly glad for the distraction.
‘You know that only really solves the problem of being doused with wolfsbane again on the ride home.’ Jackson pointed out once Coach was out of earshot, and Stiles glared at him.
‘Thank you, captain obvious, but – ’
‘Stiles, calm down. Yeah, it doesn’t solve the bigger issue but at least we don’t have to worry about something like last night happening again, at least not today.’ Scott pointed out, and Jackson nodded once.
‘We still have no idea who did it though, who this Darach is.’ Allison pointed out, and Stiles sighed.
‘No – but I think we have a clue.’ Lydia said, and they looked at her. ‘The wolfsbane was in Coach’s whistle, right? I’ve only ever seen that whistle when it’s around his neck. So whoever did this somehow got access to it.’
‘Someone who knows Coach?’ Stiles asked, and Lydia shrugged.
‘Knows him well enough to know how often he blows into that thing, and knew where he kept it when he wasn’t wearing it – ’
‘He keeps it in his office.’ Jackson cut in, and they stared at him. ‘Danny and I saw it last year when we snuck in to leave him his… present on Mischief Night.’
‘Ok, so someone with access to his office?’
‘Access to his office outside of normal hours.’ Allison added.
‘And the last few victims have all been from school as well.’ Lydia pointed out.
‘Wait, are we seriously considering that someone at the school is the Darach?’ Scott asked, and Stiles turned his head, nodded.
‘It’s a theory, but one we should absolutely not rule out.’ Stiles said, and they all fell into silence as they contemplated what that might mean.