"Well, it seems to me that the best relationships - the ones that last - are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been...
"It's the same stuff we use on the dogs, just a higher dosage." Deaton said, placing the bottle with a needle on the desk. "If you can get close enough to Jackson, it should slow him down enough to buy you some time. This is some of what you'll use to create the barrier." Deaton said, grabbing another bottle. "This part is for you, Stiles. Only you."
"Uh, that sounds like a lot of pressure." My brother shrugged, grabbing the bottle. "Can we maybe find a slightly less pressure-filled task for me?"
"It's from the mountain ash tree, which is believed by many cultures to protect against the supernatural." Deaton explained. "This office is lined with ash wood, making it difficult for someone like Scott to cause me any trouble."
"Okay, so then what? I just spread this around the whole building and then either Jackson or whoever's controlling him can't cross it?" Stiles asked.
Deaton nods. "They'll be trapped."
"Doesn't sound too hard." Scott said.
"Not all there is. Think of it like gunpowder. It's just powder until a spark ignites it." Deaton murmured. "You need to be that spark, Stiles."
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"If you mean light myself on fire, I don't think I'm up for that." Stiles shrugged.
"Let me try a different analogy." Deaton said. "I used to golf. I learned that the best golfers never swing before first imagining where they want the ball to go. They see it in their mind and their mind takes over. It can be pretty extraordinary what the force of your own will can accomplish."
"Force of will." Stiles whispered.
"If—If this is going to work, Stiles, you have to believe it." Deaton looked at him.
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I was ready for the party and I had just called Allison. She said that she was going to meet me there. I also confirmed with Matt that I was going, which made him really happy. I locked the door and Stiles and I walked towards the jeep as we saw Dad parking his car and getting out it.
"Hey! Can't talk, got to run." Stiles quickly said but dad ignored him.
"Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait!" I quickly said and Dad stopped to look at me. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Dad said, shaking his head.
"Oh." I looked at him. "Where's your gun?"
Dad looked down before he looked at us again. "I left at the station along with my badge."
"What?" Stiles and I asked, our eyes widen.
"It's all right. You know what? We'll talk about this later." He said, turning around.
