Daire propped her elbows up against one of the metal tables in Deaton's office, she and the boys were waiting on the vet and his help.

The door swung open and Deaton entered, carrying a couple of things. He smiled at Scott and the others as he set the objects on the table. Scott and Stiles moved closer to stand next to Daire and Deaton.

"This will help with the kanima problem," Deaton smiled, holding up a glass bottle and syringe.

" Ketamine?" Scott asked.

" So you think sedating him will work?" Daire questioned, biting her lip.

"It's the same stuff we use on the dogs, just a higher dosage," Deaton replied, "If you can get close enough to Jackson, it should slow him down enough to buy you some time."

Scott grabbed the syringe off the metal table and nodded. Deaton gave a small nod back before picking up another jar. It was on the small side, but larger than the bottle of ketamine. It had what looked to Daire as a Celtic symbol, a vertical black line with two horizontal ones jutting out towards the right side and the bottle was filled with black sand.

"How is a jar of sand going to help?" Stiles asked.

Daire spoke up before Deaton could, "It's Mountain Ash, it can be used to make barriers."

Deaton nodded, "This part is for you, Stiles," he said pointing at Stiles, "Only you."

"Uh, that sounds like a lot of pressure," Stiles replied. He picked the jar off the table. "Could we maybe find a slightly less pressure-filled task for me?"

Daire and Scott just gave him a look. He shrugged.

"It's from the Mountain Ash tree, which is believed by many cultures to protect against the supernatural," Deaton stated, before pointing around the clinic. "This office is lined with ash wood, making it difficult for someone like Scott and Daire to, uh, cause me any trouble."

Deaton smiled as he told them this. Daire could feel his faith in Scott, true it'd be hard to believe that Scott would purposefully cause Deaton trouble. But Daire couldn't help but find it strange how this man had so much blind faith in them. Maybe there was more going on that they knew.

"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.

"They'll be trapped," Deaton confirmed.

They all stayed silent for a minute and Daire shrugged, "Stiles that doesn't sound too bad."

"Not always," Deaton cut in. Stiles groaned. "Think of it like gun powder; it's just powder, till a spark ignites it. You need to be that spark, Stiles."

"If you mean light myself on fire, I don't think I'm up for that," Stiles replied.

Daire blew out a breath, "It's more about your intention than anything physical," 

Stiles just looked at Daire completely confused.

Deaton laughed, " Daire's got the right idea but I'll use a different analogy. 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 power of your own will can accomplish."

"Force of will," Stiles repeated. He looked down at the bottle with another groan.

"Hey," Deaton said, getting Stiles to look back up. "If this is going to work, Stiles, you have to believe it."

"Belief and magic dust sounds more up Daire's alley than mine," he replied with a groan.

"Sorry, but supernatural remember? You've got this Stiles, just believe," Daire told him waving her hands in what she thought implicated believing. Stiles sighed, before copying it and shooting her and Scott a small smile. 

Daire only hoped that he would believe in himself when the time came.

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With the past two kanima murders, Daire had been spending as little time at her aunt and uncle's house as she could. The tension and distrust the hunters had for her were so thick Daire felt like she was choking.

So to avoid her home life and the toxicity that is her Grandfucker Daire spent the afternoon at Stiles' and actually got her chemistry homework done. Suck on that Harris you sadistic fuck!

As soon as Daire managed to get all her assignments done, it was time for her and Stiles to pick up Scott. They made their way down the stairs and exited out the front door. After Stiles locked it, they walked to his car. At that moment, Sherriff Stilinski was exiting his own vehicle.

"Hey, can't talk, gotta run," Stiles rambled as he unlocked the jeep.

Mr. Stilinksi only shut the door, not even bothering to worry about Stiles' antics. Daire raised an eyebrow, she could feel a strong negative emotion.

"Hey, whoa, wait," Stiles said, leaving his keys hanging in the door. "What's wrong?"

His dad stopped and turned around, "nothing."

Stiles didn't buy it, looking at his dad. "Where's your gun?"

"I left it in the station along with my badge," he replied solemnly after a moment.

Daire's eyes widened but she kept quiet, knowing that this was a conversation for Stiles.

"What?"

"You know what, we'll talk about this later," Mr. Stilinski told him softly, glancing at Daire. He gave a nod to Stiles before starting to walk back into the house.

"Dad-"
"Don't worry about it," he said. "Just go have fun with Daire and Scott."

Daire glanced at her reflection in the jeep's window, trying to minimize her presence and the feeling of awkwardness in her stomach.

"Dad!" Stiles exclaimed, worry pinching his features.

His dad sighed, "it was decided that the son of a police chief stealing police property and having a restraining order filed against him by the town's most respected attorney did not reflect well on the county."

"They fired you," Stiles deadpanned, a grim expression on his face.

Daire bit her lip.

"No, it's a leave of absence," Mr. Stilinski replied wearily. "I-It's temporary."

"Did they say it was temporary or?" Stiles asked.

"Actually no," he relented. "But, don't worry about it, it's fine. We're going to be fine."

He turned again to go into his house, but again Stiles stopped him. He looked overly confused as if waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Wait, dad. I-I don't get it. Why aren't you angry at me?"

"I don't know," Stiles' father sighed, turning around again. "Maybe I just don't want to feel worse than I already do by having to yell at my son."

This time when Mr. Stilinski turned away, Stiles didn't stop him. The garage door began to shut behind him and Stiles pulled the keys from the door.

"Shit," he muttered gripping his keys. 

He and Daire entered the car in silence. Stiles started the jeep but just sat with his head against the wheel. Daire could feel his agitation and his guilt, she didn't know what to say to make him feel better. Hell, she wasn't even supposed to hear the conversation at all. Slowly she placed her hand over his on the steering wheel, saying nothing.

Sometimes you just needed to be there.

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Scott, Stiles, and Daire stood at the back of the jeep and Stiles went to get the stuff for the plan. He still hasn't said a word since he and Daire left his house. Even when they picked up Scott it was Daire who did all the talking.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked suddenly, looking at his best friend.

"Yeah, why?" Stiles replied in question.

"I don't know, you just didn't say anything the whole way here," Scott shrugged. 

"I'm fine."

Scott turned to look at Daire and she gave a small smile and a shrug. It wasn't her place to talk and she knew that Stiles would tell Scott when he was ready.

"Alright now that that's settled, grab the other bag?" Stiles asked Scott.

Scott shook his head. "I can't. Deaton said you had to do it alone, remember?"

"We're supernatural remember?" Daire chuckled, glad Stiles was starting to act more like himself. 

"Okay this plan is really starting to suck," he groaned.

Daire went to tease him when she heard something strange. At first, she couldn't quite place it due to the overall noise of the music.

"No, not here. Not now." Scott said, coming to the same conclusion as Daire.

Without a second thought, Daire went off running towards the entrance, Scott close on her heels.

"Wait, guys! What am I supposed to-" Stiles yelled but Daire and Scott were already out of sight. Daire could still hear Stiles as she entered the rave and spotted Allison and Matt, she couldn't help but agree with his last statement.

This plan did officially suck.

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! 

I apologize for my leave of absence, not gonna lie I've been pretty busy with work and school the last couple of months, but I'm gonna try to update as much as I can while on winter break and then the goal is to update twice a month. I hope you all have been well and as always don't be a silent reader! I love getting feedback and the more you comment the more pumped I am to update. So I'll leave you all with some final questions, what do you think about Isaac suddenly getting closer with Daire? Also, do you think Grandfucker and his hunters have some plans for Daire? What do you think will happen next???

YOSH until next time!

Ash