Penny For Your Thoughts?

Chapter Four:

"Two To Three Hours"

Stiles pulled up the car and I gazed out the window to find that we were in the car park of Beacon Hills Animal Clinic.

"He's a vet?" I thought back to the… werewolves. "Figures."

"Well, actually he's kinda some sorta Druid… guy." He swallowed, and moved his forwards and backwards as if he were a chicken.

I sighed. "I'm not even gonna ask." I unclipped my seatbelt and pulled the car handle.

"Wise choice."

Once we got inside, Stiles placed his hand on the small of my back.

I turned to him in surprise and he instantly removed his hand- threw me a sheepish smile and muttered, "Sorry. When Derek's around, I get a little uneasy for everyone's safety." I think he was only half joking.

We walked through the back- Stiles leading the way.

Lydia, Derek, Scott, Isaac, Alison and Boyd were all huddled over a table.

"Boyd?!" I suddenly exclaimed. I remembered Danielle talking about her crush on him back in fifth.

"Don't tell me you're a werewolf too…" I covered my face with my hands.

Everybody whipped their heads towards me and then to a nervous chuckling Stiles.

"Hey, guys." He said weakly. "Guess what?" He held his arms out as if he was about to reveal a big surprise.

Surprise was right.

"Tell me you haven't." Derek said threateningly, spotting claw like fingernails digging into the table.

"I… haven't?" Stiles tried.

"I'm gonna kill him!" Derek tried to leap over the desk- but was stopped by Scott.

"Look man! Chill! This is Stiles- he wouldn't just randomly tell anyone because he feels like it! Hear him out!"

I had forgotten how much I liked Scott. "Hey George." He threw me a quick smile.

"Wait you know her?" Isaac said.

"Yeah- we've met before." He smiled.

"Well, this is a lovely reunion, but Stiles you've got exactly five seconds to tell me what's going one before I rip your throat out… with my teeth."

"Yeah, what is she doing here?" Lydia asked.

"You know why she's here Lydia." Stiles responded gravely, and Lydia pursed her lips.

"Well none of us do!" Boyd said.

"OK- everybody calm." A soothing voice called. A black man appeared in the doorway.

"Look, Dr Deaton- can you please just tell us what's going on?" Alison finally spoke.

"I can indeed." He moved closer to the light of the table, placing both hands down on it.

"George, here-" He gestured to me, "Is a telepath."

"What?" Derek burst.

"It means she can read minds, genius." Stiles threw at him.

"I know what it-" Derek spat, before Deaton cut him off with his hand. He turned to me slowly.

"George, your type of power is driven by emotion." Dr Deaton said. "There is only one known substance that I've ever known to cause this kind of power in humans."

Scott stared at Deaton urgently. "What is it?"

"It's more of a concoction." He responded, moving over to one of his cabinets and pulling out two metal bottles that reminded me of a cocktail shaker.

He put a beaker in front of us and looked back up to speak. "It takes a certain kind of person for this effect to take place." He gestured to me. "I've only seen it happen twice. The rest of the time…"

"They died." Stiles finished, and Deaton nodded sombrely.

"Well how did it happen? What caused it?" I questioned, gazing at the bottles.

"It's very simple." He said, pouring water into the beaker, and then unscrewing the cap to one of the bottles- and pulling out a small flower.

"Mountain Ash?" Derek exclaimed as Deaton dropped the small flower into the water- causing it to dissolve immediately.

Deaton nodded. "A mixture of Mountain Ash," He unscrewed the other cap and poured out a grey powder, "And Wolfsbane."

I was met with small shocked noises and suddenly felt extremely self conscious when all eyes focussed on me.

I looked back to the concoction, and saw that the liquid had turned black.

Something sparked in my brain.

The drink. Heathers drink.

"What is that?"

"I dunno some kinda rum."

"Someone spiked Heathers drink at the party- Scott you remember the one I was drinking?"

Recollection dawned on Scott's face. "I remember. It stank!" He gazed at the Wolfsbane. "Now we know why."

"Oh god." I put my hands over my face- hoping this was some sort of sick twisted dream.

"There's no need to panic, George." Deatons voice rang in my ears.

"I'm kind of past that." I said, finally removing my hands for my face to see that even Lydia was giving me a sympathetic look.

"It's okay, George." I heard Stiles' voice say. "We've all got your back."

"I'll train you." Deaton said firmly. "Teach you how to harness your emotions to hear what others are thinking. Planning."

"But- oh god, I've still got Chemistry homework to do- and I can't fail another test, my Mom will-"

"I can take care of that for you." Lydia stated. "It's probably nothing I haven't seen before." She waved her hand as is to dismiss the upcoming protest.

"Fabulous." Deaton said. "We'll start immediately."

"Immediately?"

"Yes." He replied, picking up the bottles.

"How's right now for you?"

I gazed around the table.

They were all looking at me expectantly. God, I hated it when people did that.

"And what good will it do? When I learn how to control it?" I asked Deaton.

He turned. "Well, I believe it will save lives."

There was no thought needed then.

I took a deep breath. "Just tell me what I have to do."

"Just relax, George." Deaton placed his hands flat on the table.

"First of all, we need a target."

"A target?" I asked, sitting down.

Everyone had decided that they had wanted to stay and watch whatever it was Deaton was about to lay upon me. I felt tiny when I sat down, compared to the standing group around me.

"Yes, you need someone's mind to infiltrate."

He gazed around looking at the group of not so willing participants.

"What exactly will she be able to see, once she's in our minds?" Issac piped up.

"If it goes correctly," Deaton clasped his hands on the table. "Everything."

He was met by an uneasy silence. "Uh- huh." Issac replied. "No thank you. Honestly- what's in my head- you won't wanna see it."

I nodded understandingly.

"Anyone else?" Deaton asked.

I saw Stiles shuffle awkwardly on one leg.

To be perfectly honest, I wasn't exactly surprised at the turn out. I wouldn't exactly want someone poking around my head- let alone knowing everything about me once they'd done it.

A sigh filled the room. "God Dammit, I'll do it."

Everyone turned to the source of the voice.

It was Scott.

"Excellent." Deaton said, walking over to one of his cabinets again. "Now Scott before we do this- it's important you know everything. What to expect. " He looked at me. "George isn't very strong at the moment, but as time goes on- she will be. In order for her to get inside your head successfully this time, you'll have to drink this."

He handed Scott a small bottle containing a blue gleaming liquid.

"What is it?" Scott question.

"I found in my youth that if you soaked Moonstone in Wolfsbane for over twenty four hours- the effects would replicate a sort of intoxication to werewolves." He folded his arms. "Because the two substances are so parallel- I'm confident this will work."

"So in short, you're getting Scott drunk?" Stiles laughed. "Man! I've been trying to do that all year!"

"The drug won't take effect straight away- but yes, that is basically the premise." Deaton smiled slightly.

"How drunk…?" Scott questioned.

Deaton looked rather sheepish. "It's different for every person. It may not affect you- but it may affect Boyd here strongly. It's impossible to tell."

Scott sighed a bit, seemingly unnerved- but raised the bottle to his lips nonetheless- downing the now sparkling liquid and then took his place at the table facing me.

"And what about me?" I asked, finally.

"You just need to relax like I keep telling you. Now, close your eyes."

I inhaled deeply and looked over at Stiles. He gave me a reassuring smile with a small fist pump.

Reluctantly, I closed my eyes.

All I could see was black. "Now think of Scott's face. His voice. Everything you can remember about him."

I waited. It occurred to me that I didn't know Scott that well- but I knew enough to go on.

Slowly- but surely, the blackness swirled into a picture of colour, I had to open my eyes to stop the brightness.

"Oh my god, what's happening to her!" I heard Stiles cry.

"No Stiles! This is all supposed to happen I assure you!"

"Now- Scott, listen to me very carefully. We're going to do this three times- and then stop. I can see George waning already."

I couldn't hear anything after that. But I couldn't speak. I couldn't see anything apart from the colours- I watched them swirling round and round again until I heard it.

'G-George?' It called, weak but still there.

"George." It said again, a little stronger.

'George, It's Scott. Can you hear me?'

I tried to nod, but it was as if I was frozen.

"Now George," I heard so closely, it had to have been whispered into my ear. "I want you to call out to Scott- but only in your head. As loud as you can!"

I didn't need asking twice. 'Scott!'

No answer.

"I can't hear her!" Scott said out loud.

"Try again, George."

'Scott!' I called a little louder this time. 'Scott! Tell me you can hear me- coz if I'm really not going crazy now, I'm definitely going to be crazy if you don't respond to me.'

I could somehow sense that he was chuckling through my mind. 'I can here you. Holy crap- I can't believe this worked.'

I couldn't believe it either.

I was suddenly very aware that the floating shapes had turned back to black and that I myself was succumbing to the darkness.

"George!" I heard a shout before the darkness took over me.

"Hey, she's waking up." A voice said.

"Jesus, that was some fall." Another replied.

"George?"

My eyes fluttered open.

Standing over me, was everyone. Stiles bent down so close that I could see the pattern of moles that ran down his face and neck.

"Welcome back." He smirked.

"Hi." I stated, sitting up and wiping my bleary eyes.

When I pulled my hand back from my face though, I panicked.

It was blood.

"Holy shit, I'm bleeding!" I yelped.

"Not to worry." Deaton pushed through the crowd to help me up. "This is common at the beginning. It will pass."

He passed me a tissue as I sat back down firmly on the chair- and dabbed at my nose.

"For the love of God, you're as useless at cleaning yourself up as my Dad." Stiles sighed. "Here." He took the tissue from me and started to dab at the liquid.

"Hold the bridge of your nose." He ordered.

I could feel his warm breath on my face, and I had to avert my eyes so as to not end up trailing the moles on his cheeks.

If I wasn't so mortified at the fact that everyone was staring at us with either knowing smirks or wide eyes- I would have thought the gesture cute.

My thinking was short lived though, as a loud beep came from Lydia's handbag. She pulled out her phone just when my own phone beeped, along with Stiles', Scott's and Alison's. I assumed Boyd, Derek and Isaac didn't have phones.

"East woods, nine o clock." Lydia read out loud.

Stiles placed the tissue on the table and dug out his own phone. "Mine says the same thing." He showed the group.

"Me too." Scott and Alison said.

I pulled out my own phone whilst trying to hang on to my nose. Sure enough there read- 'EAST WOODS. NINE O CLOCK.'

"What do you think it means?" Derek said, deadly serious.

I resisted the urge to snort for fear of the blood spurting out. Luckily, Stiles snorted for me. "Hmm, I don't know about you- but I think it means we have to go to East Woods at nine o clock. Just putting it out there." He said sarcastically- to which Derek gave him death glare.

Lydia looked at her watch. "Well it's eight thirty now. We better get moving."

"Hang on!" I said, my voice nasally. "Where's Scott?"

Everybody turned and gazed around the room. Scott was nowhere to be seen.

That was until we heard a crash and a "Woohoo!" outside.

The others started to walk outside, whilst I walked up to the mirror on the wall and gazed at my nose.

"Everything okay?" I turned, and saw none other than Lydia standing in the doorway.

"Er- yeah, everything's fine. Thanks." I gave a half smile.

She sighed, obviously not wanting to do what she was about to do. "I'm sorry." She said.

"Er-"

I hadn't finished my sentence when she continued on. "I have trust issues okay? And I may have, kind of, sort of, possibly got you wrong. So there." She folded her arms over herself and looked rather stubborn.

"Thanks, Lydia." I said, chuckling.

She nodded uneasily before smiling.

Boyd burst into the room. "Guys, you gotta see this."

We looked at each other and practically sprinted outstide.

Scott was standing on the hood of Stiles' Jeep singing 'I'm a Barbie girl'.

"Scott! Get off my baby! Bad Scott! Bad wolf!" Stiles was shouting whilst running around the Jeep trying to catch him.

That was it. I doubled over and began to laugh.

Stiles turned towards me, hands still outstretched from trying to catch Scott.

"Oh, you think this is funny?" He said, but I could see a glimmer of humour in his eye.

"N-n-no." I stuttered, wiping a tear from my eye. "Not at all."

"Let's just get him down." Derek said, jumping atop the roof and grabbing Scott, forcing him into the car.

Deaton walked over to the group. "Watch him. He'll be out of sorts for about two to three hours."

"Two to three hours?!" Stiles exclaimed. "Holy Mother of God."

After Deaton bid us farewell and headed back into the clinic, we all set about getting in our cars.

Lydia, Alison, rode together- whilst Derek rode with Boyd and Isaac. Which left me, Stiles and the Barbie girl.

"You're pretty." Scott slurred, sticking his hands into the front seat to run his hands through my hair.

"Um, thanks Scott." I snorted.

"Hey, keep your hands to yourself there wouldya buddy?" Stiles said, eyes fixated on the road.

"Don't get jealous, you're still my number one." Scott garbled.

"I'm touched." Stiles replied.

I give a quick look at Stiles, whose face was stony as he continued to drive down the highway. After a while we made it to East Woods and was about to step out of the car, when Scott jumped over me, out the door and bowed lowly, his hand outstretched to help me out of the car.

"Thanks, Scott." I laughed.

"You're welcome milady." He gave me a bright grin, and I wondered what the hell that blue shit had done to him.

"Hey, look Scott! It's Alison." Stiles pointed out stoically as we reached the clearing where the others stood.

I wondered what had suddenly got Stiles so riled up when my phone rang. It was Danielle.

"Hey." I said, remembering her tears in the hallway.

"Hey." She responded. "I just- are you going to that woods party tonight?"

So that's what it was. I suddenly felt awful.

Here I was standing with a bunch of people ready to go to this so called party- when Danielle was probably sitting at home thinking about Heather.

I was a terrible friend.

"Why? Do you wanna go?"

"I thought about it. But I can't George. I can't."

"Yeah, okay." I confirmed, not knowing what else to say.

"I don't want to sit here and keep playing it over in my mind. But I can't go out there with these people, and pretend like everything's okay." She said in such a small voice, I wasn't sure I had even heard it.

"I know." I almost whispered back. "I promise I'll see you soon."

I shoved the phone back into my pocket and turned around to face the group.

"It's a party." I announced, after catching my breath back- and forcing the tears I felt slip to the surface back.

"A party!" Lydia clapped her hands together excitedly. "Just what I need." And before anyone knew it- we were all stomping through the woods, following the source of the noise.

There in the middle of the woods, were crowds of people congregating round a large fire. The warm summers air made me start to sweat, and so I took off my jacket and threw it on a log some people were using as benches.

"Okay. Where's the alcohol?" An unfamiliar voice said.

Turning around I saw a girl with long brown hair, and deep set eyes.

"Cora." Stiles said, surprised.

"Hey Stiles." She smiled.

"What are you doing here?" Derek asked.

"What, can't handle having your sister around at a party?"

She was Derek's sister? Jesus, I thought that broody demeanour looked familiar.

She rolled her eyes. "I'm gonna go and get a drink, Stiles you coming?"

"Er- I – sure, yeah." He muttered, and trailed after her.

I watched him go, and suddenly- I was the one who needed a drink.

I sat across the fire from a giggling Cora, obviously laughing at one of Stiles' never-ending jokes as his long arms flapped in the air- recounting some crazy story no doubt.

My head was getting hazier and hazier by the minute, Lydia having found us some Rum by flirting with one of the guys there.

I was about to pour myself another cup when Scott grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me past the happy couple, to which they both gazed up at Scott- who was leading me far into the trees.

"Scott!" I said, glancing behind me.

"Hey!" Stiles called. "Where you guys going?"

'I wish I knew.' I wanted to say- but I when I saw Cora's hand resting on his leg, a sudden vindictiveness overtook me, and I continued into the woods with Scott without so much of a reply.

When we were far enough away, I looked at Scott.

"Scott, what is this?"

His face shone in the moonlight. "I'm not sure." He replied, looking rather worried, he reminded me of a sober Scott- the one from Heathers house.

"Scott- what are you-"

I was cut off by Scott's lips colliding with mine.

I was frozen. In shock. I even thought about fighting him off for a second, but after a while- I realised I didn't want to.

It's not as if I had anything to lose, I had no attachments- no boyfriend, nothing. Selfish, I know- but true nonetheless.

I reached up around his neck and pulled him closer into me, deepening the kiss.

Then, with superhuman speed, he hitched my legs up round his waist and slammed my back into a nearby tree.

I parted our lips to breath.

"Scott…" I sighed. "Scott, I think we should sto-"

But he just cut me off with his lips once again, moving them down my neck- sucking on my collarbone.

'Holy Shit…' I thought, rather loudly.

'I know right?' I was greeted by Scott's voice, and I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"How did you do that?!" I cried.

He sauntered back to me and clasped his hands around my back once again.

'Like this.' His voice filled up my head yet again.

He gave a slow, meaningful peck on my lips- lingered, and then place another on my cheek, then another, and another and another-

A throat clearing stopped me in my tracks. Scott stopped kissing my neck- but firmly kept hold of my waist.

Through the jagged edges of my drunken state, I could make out the shape enough to know who it was.

I'd know that shape anywhere.

"Everyone's getting ready to leave. Thought I'd better come and tell you- that is, y'know- if you're not too busy."

It was Stiles.

And I was mortified.

He turned around pointedly, his eyes full of something I could not decipher- and marched back through the trees.

"You're welcome." Scott tried to seductively whisper in my ear, before collapsing with a thunk to the ground.

Fantastic.

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