Hi! My name is Cordi, some of you may know me from ff.net I write a lot of fanfiction, I was asked to make a page for it, so here you go. Teen Wolf, Arrow, The Vampire Diaries, Buffy, Harry Potter, Wrestling... I've written a lot :) I'm still trying to figure out the ins and outs of tumblr so please be kind :) and tell all your friends ;)
I’ll try and post progress pics every couple weeks at least.
Today though after dealing with a migraine (aren’t they the worst?) I got to class again and did something amazing!!\ i got through the whole class without using my knee brace!!!!
For a prompt it would be really cool if Cat is having a bad day and Oliver suggest they go to BH for a check up. Cat and Oliver dress up in their gear and mask their scents so they can scope out the pack.
My first prompt –tries not so sob- but really feel free to send them in, it doesn’t have to be Catverse, it can be anything… I’m writing this (duh) but I dunno if it’s actually going to fit into Road Not Taken.Like, if it will ever be brought up… just saying.
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 Cat used her core to lift her legs up before using her arms to lift the bar up to the next rung. Only one side made it in and she had a split second to fix it. She knew she could have done it but instead, she let herself fall from the workout bar, hitting the floor and letting herself practically melt into the floor, not wanting to move.
 “That was two minutes.” Oliver said, appearing above her. “You’ve worked out for all of two minutes. And I’ve never seen you miss before.”
 Cat only sighed, throwing an arm across her face.
 “What’s wrong with her?” Oliver asked, straightening up and turning to Felicity who was watching with an amused smile.
 “She’s having a bad day.” Felicity replied. “It seems her gracefulness and balance has abandoned her today. She tripped getting into the elevator and fell into like five people. She spilt her coffee down the front of her and literally bumped into Isabel. She’s definitely off today.”
 Cat muttered something unintelligible and Oliver turned back to look down at her.
 “What did you say?”
 She repeated it but he still couldn’t make out more than a few words, one which he was pretty sure was Stiles. Of course.
 “One more time.” He tried, leaning closer.
 She removed her arm from her face and looked up at him. “I can’t get a hold of Stiles. We at least text each other every day to make sure we’re both not facing anything bad. We had a fight and now he’s not responding and I don’t know if something happened or he’s just ignoring me.”
 Oliver sighed, offering her a hand and she took it, letting him help her up.
 “When’s my next appointment?”
 She let out her own sigh, walking to the desk and hunching down in the chair. “I don’t know, Oliver, can’t you look it up this time yourself?”
 “Cat.” A warning tone was in his voice and she grumbled as she got his phone and scrolled through his appointments.
 “Fine. You’re actually free until Friday. Are you happy?”
 “Very, we’re going for a short ride. Go pack.”
 She groaned. “Where? If we’re going to Russia, well I heard what happened last time, I don’t want to do it right now.”
 “We’re not.” He promised her. “Go pack, bring your Cat outfit.”
 “Every outfit of mine is a Cat outfit.” She protested.
 “You know what I mean.” He sounded exasperated and if Cat wasn’t so worried about Stiles, she’d be grinning at him.
 “Come on.” Felicity urged her. “I’ll help you.” She pulled Cat up, giving Oliver a questioning look, unsure of what he had planned.
 Oliver only smiled at her, enjoying what he had up his sleeve.
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“Why can’t you just tell me where we’re going?” Cat all but whined as the plane began to descend. It had been a very short plane ride but Oliver had been quiet about where they were going. He even went as far as lowering the shades to the window so she couldn’t guess where they were and she had protested the whole time. Even if they were on a private plane which Cat had secretly wanted to admit was the coolest thing ever. She had never been on a commercial airplane, let alone a private one.
 When they had finally landed and been given the go ahead to exit, she waited for him to open the door before she stepped towards it and gave a tentative sniff. Realizing it was familiar, she sniffed deeper, tears filling her eyes as all the scents hit her. She practically ran down the stairs, lifting her head up as she deeply inhaled the Beacon Hills air. When Oliver descended behind her, she turned to him.
 “Why did you bring me here?” She asked, unsure if she should deck him or hug him.
 “I figured you’ve had it rough lately and we could come here and scope things out at least.”
 She shook her head as she looked around again. “What about Slade?”
 “We can be back in Starling quite fast if need be but Sara, Roy and Diggle are on the lookout.”
 “I’m not ready to talk to them yet.”
 “You don’t have to. That’s why I told you to bring your Cat outfit. We’ll go undercover and just check everything out, make sure everyone, meaning Stiles, is fine.”
 “I guess I could check on everyone.” She grudgingly replied. “But Scott will know we’re nearby. He’ll sniff us out in a heartbeat.”
 “You told me Lennox was able to hide her scent with a special tea.” Oliver reminded her. “That you also had some of that tea she gave you to study.”
 She scrunched her nose up at him. “You’re good at remembering the tiny details, huh?”
 “I learned how to do that.”
 “It’s at my old place.”
 He motioned towards a black car, holding a pair of keys out for her and she grinned, snatching them away from him as she bounded over to the car, throwing her meagre belongings into the trunk and waiting for him to do the same before she got into the driver’s seat.
 “What if someone sees us before then?” She asked as she pulled out of the tiny, private airfield.
 “Then we’ll have to be extra stealthy until we get that tea, won’t we?”
 She only grinned, too excited by the prospect of being back in Beacon Hills to fire back with any sarcasm. Even if she wouldn’t see her friends just yet, she was happy that she would be able to make sure they were all okay.
When they got to her old place, Cat parked down the block, making sure the house was empty before getting out of the car and motioning for Oliver to follow. The front door was unlocked and she frowned as she stepped inside and looked around, smelling the old gun powder there. What had happened here?
 “What’s wrong? You look perplexed.”
 “I smell gunpowder and it’s not from my guns.”
 “Guns? How many do you have?” Oliver asked.
 Cat grinned as she moved underneath the steps, running her hands along the seams until she found the crack, and opened up the hidden door. She stepped inside, moving to the top left and punching in her password before another door swung open, revealing all her weapons.
 “How do you have all this stuff?” he asked in disbelief as he began to look around. “I mean, the stuff in your car was pretty impressive, but this?” He let out a low whistle as he picked up various items.
 “Feel free to shop around, I don’t use everything.” She told him, crouching down to a corner cupboard and reaching into to pull out a few items. She straightened up, holding out a small box for Oliver as well as a large envelope. “The box contains the herbs for the tea to mask our scent. The envelope is all my legal papers. You said you’d get your lawyers to look into it. I mean, obviously, you don’t have to now but if you did, that would be cool.”
 He took it with a small smile. “Of course, I’ll have them go over it with a fine tooth comb and fix anything that needs fixing. Now, why don’t we get some of this tea in us and go check on your friends before you go crazy.”
 Cat glared at his poor choice of words and his smile grew.
 “Crazier?”
 She scowled. “You’re kind of a jerk sometimes.”
 “You say this after I flew you all the way to Beacon Hills to spy on your friends?” He asked in mock horror. “I’m hurt.”
 “You are not.” She replied, leading the way into the kitchen and pulling out some cups and the kettle. She washed everything before using them because she wasn’t exactly sure how long it had been since they had been used and again she wondered what happened to Derek and if he was okay. And if he wasn’t, would she know? Should she be here instead, looking, or did he just pull one of his infamous disappearing acts again?
 “You have that perplexed look on your face again.” Oliver said, while they waited for the kettle to boil.
 “I’m just thinking about Derek and if he’s okay.” She told him. “I mean, I smell gunpowder but it’s not like this is the first time he disappeared.”
 “Are you worried?”
 “Not overly but… enough….”
 “Felicity is great at finding people, I’ll tell her to start looking.”
 The kettle started boiling and she poured the water and the herbs into them, scrunching her nose at the smell and knowing this would be a far from pleasant experience. She handed him a cup, sitting down across from him.
 “This smells horrible.”
 “It really does.” She replied, scrunching her nose again. “I hate tea to begin with but this is beyond gross. Just pinch your nose and down it?” She suggested.
 After waiting for it to cool down, both looked at each other, counted to three, plugged their noses and downed the tea, both trying not to gag when they finished.
 “Did it work?” Oliver asked, fighting back the tears.
 “I don’t know, all I can taste and smell is this. How did Lennox do this every day?  I’m going to puke.”
 “Don’t even think about it. If you start, so will I, then we’ll have to start all over again.”
 When both were finally normal again, Cat walked up to Oliver, going up on her toes as she stuck her nose in the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply.
 “I can’t smell you, at all.” She announced, stepping away with a grin, “It worked. They won’t know we’re here.”
 “Then let’s go find them.” He lifted up a bag he brought into the house with them. “In full Arrow and Cat gear, of course.”
 She laughed, leading him upstairs to the bedrooms so he could change. She stepped into her old bedroom and put her gear on, finishing with the wig and mask. When she was done, she stopped and looked around with a small frown. It was like looking at a room of a girl she no longer knew. She never had a typical teenager room growing up but it was still undeniably hers, very much Cat. Even though she spent a lot of time at Scott’s, there was still some things here that belonged to her. Some old clothes, shoes, school supplies, she even saw one of her knives. In front of the closet was a white t shirt and she picked it up, breathing in Isaac’s scent as she fought back the tears. In just one year, everything about her life had changed and while she despised parts of it, she doubt she would change it for anything. Maybe a little less of people trying to kill her and her friends but just over a year ago, she didn’t even have any friends, save for Erica.
 “You okay?”
 Cat looked up to see Oliver in full Arrow gear looking at her. “Yeah, I’m fine, just thinking.”
 “You ready?”
 “Of course.” She replied, dropping the shirt and following him downstairs and back out of the house.
 After thinking about where they could be, Cat decided to try Scott and Stiles house and when she realized they weren’t there, she remembered how close it was to Lacrosse season and went to the school where the field was illuminated with lights. They stayed out of sight in the shadows as they crept forward to see that her friends were there. Lydia sat on the bleachers, writing in a notebook, her feet propped up on the bench in front of her. Malia was beside her, talking to her but Lydia nodded, not paying the least bit attention. On the field, Scott, Kira and Stiles tossed the ball back and forth and Cat watched Stiles fumble the ball quite a bit before Scott finally stopped and walked over to him.
 “You’re usually not this bad.” He observed.
 “Bad, just not this bad.” Stiles mumbled, turning his stick around so he could pull at the netting.
 “What’s wrong?” Scott asked, leading him over to the bench where their bags were and pulling out some Gatorade. He tossed it to Stiles, who fumbled that before getting a firm grip.
 “He’s probably thinking of her, again.” Malia announced, rolling her eyes. “He’s so mopey over her, all the time. I don’t get why, she abandoned you.”
 “She didn’t abandon me.” Stiles snapped.
 Cat realized with a start they were talking about her and she looked at Oliver, who motioned for her to keep being quiet as they kept watching from a distance. She knew he couldn’t hear everything like she could but he probably could hear enough to follow the conversation.
 “Are you sure we shouldn’t go back to looking for her?” Kira nervously asked. “I mean, I know she called that one time but what if she decides to kill herself after all?”
 “She won’t.” Stiles snapped.
 “If she does, who cares?” Malia said with a shrug. “I don’t get why you’re all so hung up on Cat. Sure she helped me get out of Eichen House but she seems pretty crazy to me.”
 “You don’t know the first thing about her.” Stiles yelled, his fists clenched as he glared at the werecoyote.
 “Stiles, man.” Scott placed a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to soothe him. “Seriously, what’s going on? Malia is always talking about Cat like that and you never react this way.”
 He sighed. “I just thought she’d be back by now, okay? I know before she was bitten, she had plans to go help her hacker friend. I just thought she’d be done by now and come back.”
 “Will Cat come back though?” Lydia finally asked, looking up at Stiles with a raised eyebrow. “She was hell bent on killing herself, so even if she did end up helping her friend, would she come back?”
 “You never told us that.” Scott said, his face shutting down as he glared at Stiles. “You never said anything about her going to help a friend.”
 Stiles eyes widened as he realized he let something slip. “Because I didn’t know if she actually went to go do that. That was her plan before she was bitten.”
 “Have you spoken to her since?”
 “No.” Stiles cried.
 “I think he has.” Malia said. “She called him that one time, how do we know she didn’t call again?”
 “How is that any of your business?” Stiles asked with a glare. “I mean, I’m sure you’ve made your feelings on Cat pretty clear. You’d probably be ecstatic if she never came back.”
 Malia rolled her eyes, her cheeks flushing and Cat wondered why Malia seemed to dislike her so much all of a sudden. Was it possible that her own fears were being realized? Did the werecoyote feel something for him?
 “Is Malia right?” Scott pressed, “have you?”
 “Look, all I know, is Cat is fine, okay? She hasn’t gone psycho and she’s figuring out a way to control this. She said she’d come back and she will eventually, so get off my back.” Stiles grabbed his gear bag and stormed away from all of them, rushing for his jeep.
 Cat wanted to follow him but paused to look back at her group of friends. Scott had started after Stiles but was stopped by Lydia who told him that she would talk to him because Scott would be of no use. The strawberry blonde was probably right, as the Alpha looked pissed off, probably because Stiles hadn’t said anything else about Cat before this and she felt awful for having put Stiles in this awful position. She couldn’t do anything about it just yet though because she was supposed to be incognito and if she walked onto that field now, looking like she did, Scott would probably attack her. She grabbed Oliver’s arm and they silently followed after Lydia.
 “Stiles.” Lydia called, rushing after him. “Stiles, wait.”
 He opened the door to his jeep and threw everything in the back before turning to the Banshee.
 “What?” He asked.
 “I know you’ve been talking to her.”
 “What are you talking about?”
 “Remember when my laptop died the other day and you let me use yours?”
 “Yes…” he hesitantly replied.
 “You forgot to clear your browser history. I found all the articles on Starling City. At first I thought you had some vigilante fetish with that Arrow guy, then I noticed he has a new sidekick, not long after Cat left us, she wears purple now and her hair, it reminds me of- of Allison.”
 “That doesn’t mean anything.” A very nervous Stiles replied.
 “Right, usually it wouldn’t, until I found that picture of Oliver Queen, holding Cat’s hand and she looked pretty beat up. Are you upset because she’s with that Oliver guy?”
 Oliver made a small noise of protest beside her and Cat nudged him.
 “She’s not with him.” Stiles denied. “She works for him and he was leading her out of a building, that’s all. I’m mad because she’s there putting herself in constant danger, when I want her to just come back.”
 “Is Oliver the friend she left to help?”
 “Not really but by extension and I can’t say anything more. You’re too smart Lydia and she’ll kill me if she knew you knew.”
 “Nol she won’t.” Lydia haughtily replied, tossing her tresses back. “Cat loves me and she knows I won’t say anything. But if she’s not with that Oliver guy, I wonder if he’s single, I’m so over high school boys.”
 Cat casted a sideways glance towards Oliver who now looked amused.
 “Look, they’re coming back. Please, just don’t say anything to anyone, okay?” Stiles begged, “Not yet.”
 “Of course not, I haven’t said anything yet, have i?”
 They were both silent as the rest of the gang walked towards them and as Scott neared Stiles’ jeep, he stopped, lifting his nose in air as sniffed deeply.
 “What is it?” Kira asked, looking concerned.
 Scott took another sniff before lowering his nose with a small shake of his head. “It’s weird, all this talk about Cat, I swear I caught a whiff of her scent but I must’ve been imagining it.”
 Cat’s eyes widened and she grabbed Oliver’s arm, stepping even further into the shadows and even further away from her friends. She didn’t know if the tea was wearing off or if Scott’s Alpha senses were that much more powerful but she had to get out of there as fast as possible. When they were far enough away, Cat and Oliver took off at a run back to his car that was parked a few blocks away and got into it.
 Cat stared at the steering wheel for a few moments, trying to gather her thoughts.
 “Are you okay?” Oliver asked.
 She nodded with a small frown. “I feel guilty now for being here and not letting them see me.”
 “Do you want to go see them, as you?”
 Cat let out a small snort. “Do you really think they’ll let me leave after that?”
 “Maybe you should stay.” He softly said.
 “No. it’s not time yet.”
 She looked into the rear view mirror as a pair of lights flashed through them, she grabbed Oliver and ducked down, waiting for them to pass before she straightened up.
 “What was that?” He asked.
 “I’d recognize those lights anywhere. They’re from Stiles’ jeep.” She sighed, starting up the car and turning towards the private air field.
 “We can hang around a bit longer if you want.” He told her.
 She shook her head. “No, I saw them and well, it’ll be interesting to see what happens when I come back. Let’s just go back to Starling City.”
 “Are you sure?”
 “Positive.” She replied, stepping harder on the gas.
Giveaway here!!!! (please note, it’s been extended due to halloween costume making, so I’ll be busy and new rules… just reblog this to earn an entry! earlier shares will count)
So as most of you know, my friend and I have opened up an ETSY shop which you’ll see here ...
Giveaway here!!!! (please note, it’s been extended due to halloween costume making, so I’ll be busy and new rules… just reblog this to earn an entry! earlier shares will count)
So as most of you know, my friend and I have opened up an ETSY shop which you’ll see here ...
His pointer finger circled my puckered love cave. “Are you ready for this?” he mewled, smirking at me like a mother hamster about to eat her three-legged young.
50 Shades of Grey (via kaley)
Next time you feel bad about your work, remember this shit got published
Giveaway here!!!! (please note, it’s been extended due to halloween costume making, so I’ll be busy and new rules… just reblog this to earn an entry! earlier shares will count)
So as most of you know, my friend and I have opened up an ETSY shop which you’ll see here …
Summary:Â Catalina Danvers was as blissfully ignorant as the next student in Beacon Hills. But when her knowledge and skills are needed, she has to decide whether to step into a whole new world and let them know she has more to offer than they could even imagine. Follows the fb game, season 2.
Disclaimer: This isn’t mine. I own the OC.
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Cat had run away wanting to gather her bearings before trying to speak or even make sense of what had just happened. She felt that her grip on her sanity was tenuous at best right now and didn't want to push it. She had never felt so spooked or confused in her life. She couldn't even explain it properly, she didn't know how to.
She stopped in the office, about to go inside when she saw Scott's mom entering the office to talk to Victoria. She moved so she couldn't be seen, eavesdropping on the conversation.
"I was under the impression they were no longer dating. In fact I thought Scott was seeing someone else. Our student aide, her name is Catalina." Victoria was saying.
Cat closed her eyes and sighed.
"I was under that impression that they weren't dating too. And if you mean… Cat, I think her name was? She's just his tutor." Melissa was saying. "So I think him and Allison are still seeing each other and more… a lot more."
"How do you know it isn't Catalina?" Victoria asked, her voice sounding strained.
"Allison is the only one he's ever talked about like that. He keeps telling me that this other girl is just his tutor."
Cat quietly groaned.
"I actually found something on his desk. A box that contained many… things…or should have and it was… almost empty. I just want to make sure they continue to be safe. They are so far."
Hearing enough, Cat walked away. It wasn't hard to figure out what box Scott's mom was talking about and it was almost empty and she had sex with him once so where did the rest of the condoms go. Perhaps she just assumed it was his first time too, she didn't have a clue that him and Allison were having sex. Were they still when he was all over her? Great, she had really screwed everything up this time.
"Cat, wait."
She turned stricken eyes toward him and Scott rushed up to her, grabbing her shoulders.
"What? What's wrong?" he asked.
She lifted her arms up, breaking away from his hold on her shoulders.
"Cat, talk to me." He pleaded. "What did Jackson do to you?"
"I wasn't your first, was I?" She whispered.
He gave her a confused look before shaking his head when he realized what she was talking about.
"I thought as much, I mean, I just assumed I guess but that's not issue." she stopped and took a deep breath not wanting to ask the question but feeling she had to anyways. "When were you last with Allison?"
"Cat, what's going on?" He asked again in an attempt to not answer.
"Answer the question." She told him, her voice low as she looked anywhere but at him.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know, a couple days ago, maybe?"
She let out a small humorless laugh. "Seriously. Seriously?" She shook her head as she stepped back. "Heads up, even though you don't deserve it, your mom knows, and so does Allison's mom. Have fun getting out of that one."
She left him standing there with his jaw dropped as she walked away to class, slumping into a seat at the back of the room just as the bell rang. She finished the rest of her classes in a haze and when three o' clock came around, grabbed her books to go home, getting to the front doors before she remembered she had detention. Letting out a groan, she turned back around and went to the library. She was the last one to arrive and Mr. Harris made sure she knew it too.
"So good of you to join us Cathleen." He sneered.
"Her name is Cat." Scott snapped, glaring at him from the table he sat at with Stiles.
"Don't help me." She hissed, taking a seat beside Erica who was sitting at a table by herself. Allison, Matt and Jackson were at another table, as far as possible from Scott and Stiles.
"What's wrong, Catty?" Erica asked her in a low voice.
"Nothing." She sullenly replied, opening up a note book.
"Did Jackson do something to you?" She asked. "Because Scott's over there threatening to kill Jackson, forget helping him anymore, he wants to straight up kill Jackson."
"I don't care." She replied, looking down at her notebook.
"I don't buy that." The blonde replied.
"I don't care." Cat snapped, louder.
"Ms. Danvers." Mr. Harris warned her.
Cat glared at him.
"Okay, something is definitely going on." Erica said, staring hard at her tiny friend. "I know about Jackson so if you're hiding that-"
"I'm not."
"Catty."
"Erica." Cat cried. "Please just let it go."
Jackson started making pained noises and grabbing his head.
"You okay?" Matt asked as the other guy picked up his bag.
"I need to go to the bathroom."
"Are you alright?" Mr. Harris asked. "You don't look so good."
"I just need some water." Jackson rasped as he all but ran out of the room.
"No one leaves their seats." The teacher warned them as he followed after Jackson.
He was no more than seconds out of the room when Stiles and Scott moved over to their table, Stiles sitting beside Erica and Scott beside Cat. The short haired girl didn't look up as she lifted one side of her notebook and continued writing, not really paying attention to what she was writing.
"Cat, talk to me please?" Scott begged her.
"It was you?" Erica asked, a scowl crossing her features. "You upset my Catty?"
"You said you know what happened to Jackson's parents, right?" Stiles asked, trying to get the conversation on track.
"Maybe." Erica replied, staring at Cat.
"Talk." Scott begged her.
She turned to glare at Scott. "It was a car accident. My dad was the insurance investigator and every time he saw Jackson drive by in his Porsche he'd make a comment about the huge settlement he'd be getting when he's 18."
"So not only is Jackson rich now but he'll be getting even richer when he's 18?" Stiles asked in disbelief.
"Yup." Erica replied.
"There's something that's deeply wrong with that."
"You know what?" Erica said. "I think I can find the insurance reports in my dad's inbox. He keeps everything. I just need to get into his email. Cat?" She opened up her laptop and slid it over to the hacker.
Cat sighed as she closed her notebook and pulled the laptop over to her, passing it back not even a minute later with her dad's inbox up.
"How do you do that?" Stiles asked in awe. "I mean, I'm good but not that fast good."
She shrugged just as the intercom came on.
"Scott McCall please report to the principal's office."
Everyone looked at him, including Cat, who knew exactly what he was being called for.
"What did you do?" Stiles asked.
"Had lots and lots of sex with Allison." Cat quietly muttered so only the two werewolves could hear her.
"Whoa, is that what this is about?" Erica asked, glaring at Scott, who sighed.
"Cat, please, just talk to me." Scott begged her.
"You're being called to the office." She told him with a raised eyebrow. "You should probably go and talk your way out of that one."
He sighed, getting up and leaving the room.
"What's going on?" Stiles asked.
"I'm an idiot is what's going on." Cat said, turning back to Erica. "You find it yet?"
"Hold on." Erica told her. A few minutes later, she grinned. "Got it."
Cat moved her chair over to the other side of the table so she could look at it with them. She had just settled down when Jackson and Mr. Harris came back. The teacher didn't tell her and Stiles to move so they continued on with what they were doing.
"Look at the dates." Stiles said.
"Passenger arrived at the hospital DOA. Estimated time of death 9:26 PM, June 14, 1995." Erica read aloud.
"Jackson's birthday is June 15th." Stiles told them as they all exchanged looks.
Mr. Harris gathered his stuff so the students started packing up, stopping when he began to chuckle. "No, I'm sorry, yes, I'm leaving. But none of you are. You may go when you're done with the re-shelving." He patted the trollies of books. "Enjoy the rest of your evening." He left with a smirk, leaving the students staring after him in disbelief.
"Douchebag." Cat muttered, dropping her books back down as she moved to grab one of the trollies. Stiles caught up with her, working beside her.
"You're not okay." He noted.
"No, I'm not." She replied.
"Why?"
"Always straight to the point, huh Stiles?" She began shelving the books. When he didn't say anything, she sighed. "I'm just regretting certain things."
"Like what?"
"What did you find out?" Allison asked, moving down their row.
"Wait till Scott gets here." Stiles told her.
"I'm here." Scott said coming up behind Cat. "What's up?"
She turned to look at him, noticing he looked kind of nervous. "We found out that his parents died on June 14th." She began.
"Which means he was born after his mom died by C-section." Stiles continued. "They had to pull him out of her dead body."
They all turned when they heard someone growling, watching Erica walk by as she glared at Scott. Cat couldn't help it she let out a small snort of laughter.
"What?" Allison asked.
Cat shook her head as she grabbed some more books and left them, following Erica to her section.
"Say the word and I'll make him hurt." The blonde werewolf told her.
Cat shrugged. "It takes two to tango."
"Two to- Catty are you telling me you lost your V card to him?"
Cat shushed her as she went bright red. "Who said I had a V card to lose?"
Erica raised an eyebrow and Cat blushed and looked away. "It was a mistake." She muttered.
"Because he's with Allison?"
Cat sighed, her lower lip trembling. "He said he wanted to be with me and that he loved me, so yeah, I – we- did but I really don't think he has plans to really dump Allison. He was having sex with her probably the day before."
"Oh god, Catty." Erica grabbed her, pulling her into a hug. "I'm so sorry. Can I please go scratch his face?"
Cat laughed, wiping at the few stray tears. "No, I'll be fine, it's just… it's big, ya know? But it's like not, because so much is going on. I miss you Erica. We may not have been super best friends but you were who I always talked to."
"I still can be." Erica reminded her, wiping away a tear on her friend's cheek. "You were and are my best friend Catty. You've always cared, even when no one else did." She stopped, her head cocking to the side. "Did you hear that?"
She shook her head, following Erica's line of sight to see Scott walking past their aisle. A loud bang came from above them as books and sparks showered down. Erica wolfed out, pushing Cat down and covering her as Scott called out the she wolf's name. When the worst of the debris had fallen, Erica got up with a growl, looking around to find the threat.
Cat looked up, her eyes widening as Jackson crouched behind her blonde friend. "Erica," She screamed, pointing behind her.
The blonde felt something and she turned around as she seized up, letting out a strangled cry as she fell to the ground. Cat crawled over to her friend, forgetting the potential danger as she checked Erica over. She looked up in time to see Scott go flying past and she continued on to the end of the aisle and poked her head around the side to check on him. He got up and shook his head, seeing her and grabbing her wrist, pulling her down the aisle with him, Allison and Stiles.
"No, Erica's there." She cried, trying to get back to her friend.
"She'll be fine." Scott told her, pulling her behind him.
"No, she's hurt." She tried again to leave but Scott passed her to Stiles who held her back.
They all turned to watch Jackson at the chalkboard, half his face looking like the kanima and seemingly not in control of that half of his body as his hand raised with a piece of chalk.
STAY OUT OF MY WAY OR I'LL KILL YOU ALL.
He jumped out the window and the four stood up, staring at the chalkboard.
"Hey." Stiles said, running to Erica when he noticed her.
Cat turned and seeing her friend shaking, ran to her, laying her head in her lap as Stiles held her. "My vision." She cried. "She's having a seizure."
"We need to get her to a hospital." Stiles yelled.
"He's alive." Allison cried, having gone to check on Matt.
"No." Erica cried. "D-Derek. G-get me to D-Derek."
Scott started protesting, saying she needed a hospital but Cat shot him down. "She wants Derek."
Scott looked over at Allison who told him to go. Scott shook his head, running over to where Allison was.
"Scott, we don't have time." Cat screeched, not caring how panicked and upset she sounded. Tears were streaming down her face and she didn't care about those either.
"D-Don't cry, C-Catty." Erica told her.
"Just stay quiet." Cat told her, brushing some hair back.
"I'm staying here with you." She heard Scott telling Allison.
"No." Cat cried, not caring that she was interrupting their conversation or how bitchy she sounded. "Fix things with your little girlfriend later Scott, because if you don't help me with Erica right now, so help me god, I will let Derek bite me just so I can kick your ass."
Stiles stared at her in disbelief and she could hear a small broken chuckle from Erica.
"Cat." Allison exclaimed and she looked over to see her staring at her in disbelief and Scott staring at her with something akin to hurt.
"I'm sorry Allison- no, I'm not. You're not having a seizure. Erica shouldn't be having one and it scares the hell out of me. Now stop arguing and fucking help her." She yelled the last part, the tenuous hold she felt she had on herself snapping completely.
"Yo-you'd d-do that for m-me?" Erica asked.
"fucking rights I would."
"It doesn't feel right." Scott was telling Allison.
"I need to call Matt an ambulance, it's okay." the brunette replied.
"No, it's not." Scott argued.
"It-it doesn't mean anything." Allison told him.
"But it feels like it does." He whispered.
"Scott go." She told him. "GO."
Cat looked at Stiles, the tears coming faster now from hurt, anger and frustration. "Help me, please? We can carry her."
"What about Scott?" Stiles asked, looking almost confused by her reaction.
"I don't give a fuck about Scott anymore." She screeched, wiping at the tears. "He's too busy with Allison who's just going to be calling an ambulance because Matt will be fine while my friend is here dying."
"Catty, I-I won't d-die. Pr-promise."
Scott finally came over and picked Erica up, shooting a hurt look at Cat who shot an angry one right back. She was beyond hurt by everything that had happened today. More so that he had almost chosen Allison while Erica's life was in danger.
"Don't you dare give me that look." She hissed at him, following him and Stiles out of the room.
Allison watched them go, confused by Cat's reaction. She knew the seer was scared for her friend but there seemed to be more there that she wasn't picking up on.
She called an ambulance, noticing a book on the floor near the tables, the same book that Cat had been writing in since the beginning of detention. She dashed over to get it, returning to Matt as she looked through the book. Her jaw dropped at what was written there and she closed the book and put it in her bag. She would need to look through it later as this could be the key to why Cat was acting so weird.
… … …
"Where do we go?" Stiles asked, once they were in his jeep.
Everyone shrugged and Erica was non responsive.
"Erica." Cat softly called. "I want you to concentrate on where we're going okay? I'm going to find out where we're going, okay?" She hesitantly reached out a hand to touch Erica, when Scott batted her hand away.
"Are you crazy? You'll go into a seizure too."
"But I'll save Erica." She snapped, pushing his arm away and touching her friends cheek. Immediately, she began convulsing, only stopping when Scott took her hand away. She slumped forward, in between the front seats trying to gather her bearings before she finally sat up, her head now pounding as her vision swam. She relayed the directions to Stiles, focusing hard on getting it all out before she pitched over to the side in the back seat. She was still conscious but everything was going fuzzy, her mouth felt like cotton and she was dizzy, she could feel herself slipping away and fought hard to not be lost.
"Cat?" Scott called, sounding worried.
She didn't respond, unable to form the words as she fought to keep her eyes open.
"I don't know what's going on." Scott told Stiles.
"Let's get Erica to Derek, perhaps she'll come out of it." Stiles sounded unsure but he didn't know what else to do.
When they arrived, Scott carried Erica while Stiles reached in the back seat to pick up Cat. She was a lot smaller and therefore easier for him to carry her.
When they reached the abandoned train, Scott yelled out for Derek who came running in, taking her from Scott and laying her down, Stiles handed Cat off to Scott, kneeling down to place Erica's head in his lap.
"Is she going to die?" Stiles asked, sounding scared.
"No." Cat whispered.
"She might. She's not healing from the seizure." Derek answered, looking at his wolf before looking at Scott and Cat. "What's wrong with her?"
"No." Cat whispered, still not wanting Derek to know about her. She took deep breaths and tried to focus. Erica was hurt, she couldn't lose herself. "Put me down."
"She hit her head." Scott explained before looking down at Cat. "That's not a good idea."
"Put me down." She said only slightly louder.
He put her on her feet, holding her around the waist as she tried to gather her bearings.
"Can you help her?" She asked Derek, sinking to her knees beside Erica. She wanted to hold her hand, do something for her friend but feared what would happen to her and it made her so angry that she couldn't be there when her friend needed her.
"This is going to hurt." Derek warned them grabbing Erica's arm and breaking it.
"A broken arm?" Stiles asked in disbelief as the blonde began screaming her arms reaching out and clutching the nearest thing which just happened to be Cat's arm.
Cat screamed as she pulled away, fearing what would happen to her. She bumped into Scott's legs, who pulled her back out of reach.
"What the hell?" Derek asked, staring at her oddly.
Cat looked at her arm, as if expecting bones to break now even though Erica wasn't touching her. Nothing had triggered it this time, she was okay.
"I still need to get the venom out." Derek told them "and this is really where it's going to hurt."
He squeezed her arm, causing Erica to scream louder and Cat couldn't stand her friend being in so much pain, lunging forward to grab her hand, but Scott grabbed her to stop her
"Catty, no," Erica moaned in between the cries of pain. "I don't want to hurt you."
"It's ok." Cat whispered, watching as she tried not to cry.
Erica finally began to relax, leaning back against Stiles as she looked at him. "Stiles, you make a good batman." She whispered before passing out.
When Derek was done, he left the train, Scott following after him.
"Are you okay?" Stiles asked Cat, not looking up from Erica.
"I'm fine but I have this weird feeling."
"Like bad weird?"
She shrugged before looking to where Derek and Scott had left. "Oh my god." She whispered as she finally figured out what it was. She scrambled up from the floor, rushing after the two werewolves.
Cat walked up behind Scott as he was talking to Derek.
"I'm going to help you stop him, as part of your pack."
"NO." Cat yelled, rushing forward and pushing Scott. "no, you can't."
"I have to, we need to work together to stop Jackson."
"Don't join his pack." She begged him. "Please, don't."
"Catalina, I'm not going to hurt Scott." Derek told her. "We're stronger together as a pack."
"No." Cat cried, the tears coming faster.
"One condition." Scott told Derek. "We're gonna catch him, not kill him."
"And?" Derek pressed.
"We do it my way."
Derek nodded. "Fine."
"No." Cat screamed, pushing Scott again. "You bastard, you can't do this."
"Cat-" Scott began, reaching out for her.
She pushed his chest. "How could you do this to me? You know what will happen. And what about you? You'll lose Allison."
"I told you I don't want to be with-"
"You're a liar Scott McCall. Today proved that, you do want to be with her. How could you do this to me?" She began to sob as she pushed him again but this time, he didn't move back, stepping forward instead to wrap his arms around her.
"Why?" she cried. Her legs crumbled beneath her and he scooped her up as she sobbed against his chest.
She had lost Scott to Allison, she had lost Scott to Derek's pack and more than likely, she just had her life signed over.
Summary:Â Catalina Danvers was as blissfully ignorant as the next student in Beacon Hills. But when her knowledge and skills are needed, she has to decide whether to step into a whole new world and let them know she has more to offer than they could even imagine. Follows the fb game, season 2.
Disclaimer: This isn’t mine. I own the OC.
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Scott showed up at her house in the morning as promised even though she had messaged him and told him not to because she was not on his way to school but of course, he ignored her and just showed up at her door. A small part of her was nervous to see him. She had lost her virginity to him the night before, while he was still technically in another relationship and what if she had been awful and- she needed to stop and take a breath. Then go out there and see him.
As she was leaving her dad called her back. "Who is this boy that randomly shows up here?"
"Scott. I tutor him and he's my friend."
"And he doesn't know anything?" Her dad asked.
She pursed her lips. "Of course he does, remember that store I opened up downtown, he's the manager. Good-bye dad."
She left and Scott met her with a grin. "Manager? I hope you're paying me."
She returned his grin as he wrapped his arms around her. "Oh I could think of a few ways to pay you off."
He leaned down to kiss her. "Are you doing okay? You're not, like upset or anything, are you?"
She shook her head as he grabbed her backpack and slung it over his shoulder before entwining his fingers with hers.
"Not like its heavy for me or anything. So did Stiles catch you up yesterday?"
She nodded. "You guys talked to Allison, Lydia of all people knew Archaic Latin, although that doesn't really surprise me. She's super smart, she just hides it, which she shouldn't."
"Yes, we're meeting Allison in the library, away from nosy cameras."
"It's creepy." She told him, referring to the camera's. "Don't you agree?"
"How was your talk?" Stiles asked, knowing his friend had a huge lecture just like he had the night before.
Scott shook his head. "Definitely worst son ever. I've never felt so bad before."
"I know, same with my dad. Sometimes I feel like it would be easier if our parents knew."
"Not really." Cat replied. "My dad spends all his time making sure no one knows and thinking I'm a freak."
Both guys grew silent as they entered the library, moving down the world history section as they continued talking.
"Hey."
Stiles moved some books aside to see Allison there and took the tablet she held out for him. The three teens gathered around it to see the original pages of the bestiary, as well as the translated part Lydia had done.
"That's everything that Lydia could translate and trust me, she was very confused."
Scott magnified that text as they all silently read.
Like the wolf, its power is greatest at the moon's peak. Like the wolf, the Kanima is a social creature but where the wolf seeks a pack the Kanima seeks a master.
The Kanima, a weapon of vengeance, is used to carry out the bidding of its master. The Kanima was once used by a South American priest who took it upon himself to rid his village of all murderers. The bond between master and servant grew stronger until the will of the master became that of the Kanima's and whomever the priest deemed unworthy, the Kanima served his vengeance.
The Kanima is a mutation of the werewolf gene that cannot fully transform until it resolves that in its past which manifest it.
"What did you tell her?" Scott asked when they were done.
"That we were part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures."
Cat could hear the laughter in her voice and Scott's small snort of laughter and wasn't sure if she should be offended or not.
"I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." Stiles told her with a completely straight face.
"Oh." Allison hesitantly replied. "Great."
"no way." Cat exclaimed. "Me too. Which one? Have you tried The Guild?"
"yes." Stiles cried, "I'm so on that one."
"Oh my god, what faction? We so need to team up and-"
"Guys? Enough with the geeking it up?" Scott interrupted them before turning back to Allison. "Does it say how to find out who's controlling him?"
"Not really but Stiles was right about the murderers."
"Yes." Stiles hissed.
"It calls the kanima a weapon of vengeance." Allison continued. "There's a story in there about the South American Priest who used the Kanima to execute murderers in his village."
"Right, see? Maybe it's all not that bad." Stiles suggested.
Allison shrugged. "Until, the bond grew strong enough that it would kill whoever he wanted it to."
"All bad, all very, very bad." Stiles decided.
Cat turned back to the tablet rereading the information there as Allison continued explaining.
"Here's the thing though, the Kanima is actually supposed to be a werewolf but it can't-" She stopped and Cat looked up to see her glancing behind her and she looked over, seeing someone putting a book on the shelf across from her.
"Until it resolves that in its past which manifests it." Scott finished for her.
"Ok, that means Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy. I could've told you that myself." Stiles told them.
"What if it has something to do with his parents?" Allison mused as they all looked at each other. "His real parents?"
"Yeah, does anybody know what actually happened to them?" Scott asked.
"Lydia might." Stiles said.
"What if she doesn't know anything?" Scott asked.
"Well he doesn't have a restraining order against me, so I'll talk to him." Allison decided.
"Not alone." Cat told her. "I'll go with you, maybe see what I can find out? If Allison asks him and he doesn't answer, his thoughts might. Who knows, maybe we'll get closer to the video mystery. I mean, we thought it was Lydia so perhaps it was Jackson?"
"Did he have a tail in the video?" Stiles asked her.
"I don't think so but who says he was the kanima when it happened."
"Good point."
"And what do I do?" Scott asked, glancing between her and Allison.
"Chem test?" Cat asked him, knowing his mom had got him a makeup test for today.
"Remember?" Allison asked, reaching a hand between the stacks to grab his hand.
Stiles nudged Cat and she shot him a quick glare, trying to ignore the hand holding. She really had no reason to be jealous because even though he had told her last night what he wanted, he still had Allison and truthfully breaking up with her right now probably wouldn't be the best idea, not when they had so much going on. And wow, Cat realized, she had really gotten herself in it.
"If he does anything, you run the other way."
Allison smiled at them. "Cat and I can take care of ourselves."
"Allison, if either of you get hurt while I'm busy taking some stupid test, someone is going to have to take care of me. If he does anything…"
"Like?" the taller girl challenged him.
"Anything, weird or-or bizarre or anything."
Stiles stuck his head through the books. "Anything evil." He told Allison.
She raised an eyebrow before pushing his head back. "are you ready?" She asked Cat.
The petite teen smiled before nodding and Allison left the stacks.
"I'm serious, be careful." Scott whispered to Cat. "Scream and I will hear you. I don't like how he was looking at you yesterday and I'm still worried about your head."
"I will." She went up on her toes to give him a quick kiss. "Please just focus on your test, you'll do well." She smiled at him, then Stiles before leaving to catch up with Allison.
"I know I said I'd talk to him, but I just remembered, I have to do something." Allison told her as they walked through the hall.
"What?" Cat asked.
"It's um- a field trip, independent study."
Cat raised an eyebrow. "Seriously Allison? You're talking to me, in case you forgot. I work in the office, I'm aware of all this stuff. We don't have independent study."
Allison sighed. "Fine but I need to go do something and I need you to cover for me, please?"
"What is it?"
The brunette shook her head. "I'll tell you later, I swear but I need to go. Thank you." She gave Cat a quick hug before taking off, leaving the other girl speechless. What had just happened?
"Cat."
She spun around, scowling when she saw Isaac.
"Go away, jerkstore." She snapped as she walked away from him
He laughed as caught up with her. "I guess I deserved that."
"Guess?" She asked in disbelief. "You tried to kill me."
"Not kill, just hurt and to be fair, you were trying to kill me with a baseball bat."
She glared at him. "Not Kill, just hurt." She mimicked him. "I knew I couldn't kill you."
"We should chat about Allison."
Cat raised an eyebrow. "How about we don't? Seriously, you guys tried to hurt Scott, me, Lydia, Stiles and now Allison? Forget it."
"It's not that, there's something more and I really want to talk to you about it. Someone should know."
"Fine." She grumbled "but make it quick."
"I know we're not on the same side-"
"Stop." Cat immediately cut him off. "I have no issue with you guys. Sure Derek creeps me out, yeah, you tried to kill me but I had no issues with you before then but Erica is still my friend and maybe I don't agree with all your stellar ideas but I'm all for the side of stopping the kanima, just, preferably without the killing."
"You honestly have no issues with us being werewolves?" Isaac asked with a raised eyebrow.
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. "Why would I? I'm dating Scott, aren't I?"
He chuckled. "Yes, dating." He said, using air quotations.
Cat wisely kept her mouth shut.
"If you really don't have a problem, then you would have no issue going out with me sometime after this whole cover story with Scott is over, right?"
Her jaw dropped in shock. "You idiot, I have no problem with you being a werewolf but I have an issue with you trying to kill me." She pulled down her shirt to show the bruises still on her neck.
He at least had the decency to wince. "For the record Cat, I really am sorry for that. I let my anger take over and I'm too new to this whole thing, I can't control it."
She sighed, fixing her collar. "You said you wanted to talk about Allison?"
Seeing she was done with that topic, Isaac answered her question. "Yes, I think she might be in over her head. Has she said anything to you about seeing me in the woods?"
Her eyebrows drew together. "No? Why would Allison be in the woods anyways?"
"I've seen her, I Just didn't know if she's seen me or not. I saw her a lot when I was hiding from the police."
"You hid out in the forest?" She sounded almost horrified for him.
"I was mostly laying low but once in a while I'd go a little crazy and go down to the preserve." He explained. "One day I got curious and followed her there. It's pretty big, what she's in to. It's really changing my idea of who she is. I could never trust her completely but I don't think she's bad as Derek says."
"She isn't." Cat snapped.
He smiled at her. "Do you think she would kill me or Erica if she had the chance?"
"No." She snapped again, before raising an eyebrow at him, a small smile coming to her lips. "Well not Erica, 'cause she's my friend. Maybe you for hurting me."
Isaac looked at her, laughing when he saw she was joking. "I don't think she would either. Tell her if she needs help, I'll help her."
"With what?" An exasperated Cat asked.
"It's up to her to tell you." Isaac mysteriously replied.
Cat stared at him in disbelief before turning away with a scowl. "I can so easily find out." She muttered.
"What?"
"Nothing." She replied, knowing he probably heard her anyways. "I'll ask Allison, talk to you later."
She left him and continued walking, turning over the conversation in her mind. She almost missed Jackson walking by, it took her a few steps to realize he did and she turned around to follow him, letting him walk a few more steps before she started after him. He went to the locker room, stopping briefly to turn around and she ducked behind a nearby hallway so he wouldn't see her. She waited a few minutes before following after him, reaching for the doorknob just as it opened. She jumped back in surprise, startled at seeing Matt there.
"Oh wow, sorry. Hi." he said, looking just as surprised.
"Hey." She smiled at him.
"You're Allison's friend, right?"
She nodded.
"Is she seeing anyone since she broke up with Scott?"
She was this close to saying she was still with Scott but quickly bit her tongue. "No, no she isn't. I didn't know you had a thing for Allison. You should totally ask her out."
"Really? Cause there's this underground show happening that I could get tickets for, do you think she would be interested?"
He seemed kind of shy and sweet and Cat couldn't help but encourage him even if it was for partially, okay completely, selfish reasons. Did that make her a bad friend? She really didn't want to be a bad friend, although, she was probably already there if she really thought about it.
"I think you should ask her, sounds like fun, maybe I'll check it out." Yeah, right. Her at a party, didn't seem like her cup of tea. At all.
"Awesome. Okay, I'll go find her. See you later…Cat right?"
She nodded waving as he left and turning back to the locker room door, pushing it open as she heard groans of pain coming from inside. She stepped inside, taking a quick look around and seeing it was empty.
"Jackson?" She called out.
"In here." Came a reply from the shower areas.
She slowly made her way over to the showers, wondering if he was hurt. She turned the corner, gasping before closing her eyes tight.
"Holy Hell Jackson, don't call me over here if you're all naked and shit. I got enough of that a couple nights ago and that was far too much for my liking."
"You're the one who walked into the boys locker room." He said as she heard him turn off the water.
"Well yeah, you're the one making all the weird noises so I came to make sure you were okay. Sorry for being nice."
"Did you need to talk about something?"
She jumped, hearing his voice right in front of her. "We can talk later, when you have clothes on. Please?"
"Let's talk now." His voice was low and dangerous and completely freaking her out. She was ready to take off running if it wasn't for the fact that her eyes were closed and she'd probably run into a wall.
"How about we don't? I need to get to class." She tried to keep her voice level even as her heart started rapidly beating.
"You have perfect grades, you can skip as much as you want."
She opened an eye to glare at him, "Can you quit being so creepy then?"
He smirked, briefly looking down at her chest before looking back at her. "Are you okay? Your heart is beating like crazy."
"I'm fine." She said, turning to leave.
"I thought you wanted to talk." He said reaching out to grab her arm.
The moment he made contact, she began to scream. He wasn't letting go of her and she continued screaming, caught in the middle of visions she would rather not see. She knew distantly that she had to remove his hand from her arm and she began to struggle to get away from him. He yanked her back towards him, throwing them both off balance as she tumbled to the ground. They lost contact for a moment and Cat was suddenly aware of herself as her head thumped painfully off the ground. She opened her eyes to see Jackson falling on top of her, his hand reaching to cover her mouth and right away, she was pulled back in as she began to scream against his muffled hand.
"Cat? What are you doing here?" Jackson got off of her as he became aware of his surroundings and Cat curled up into a ball, sobbing.
Distantly she heard a door open and Scott calling her name, kneeling beside her.
"Cat." He removed her hand from her head and she looked up at him looking terrified, her makeup running down her face. And he knew Jackson was going to pay for putting this look in her eyes.
"It's not what you think." She whispered, knowing how it would look to him. Jackson was naked and she was lying on the floor with her skirt bunched up around her waist, her shirt also rumpled and bunched up from when she had struggled to get away. "He touched my skin but I'm fine now, I swear."
He ignored her though, turning and rushing at the co-captain, pushing him into the lockers. Jackson went down with the lockers, his face going red with rage. Cat slowly crawled to the nearest wall, wiping at her cheeks as she stared with wide eyes, shaking uncontrollably
"I have a restraining order." Jackson raged before getting up.
"Trust me, I've restrained myself." Scott sneered.
Jackson rushed him, pushing him back into the cages before grabbing him and throwing him into the shower area.
"Stop." Cat screamed at them, forcing herself up from the floor and following them into the shower where they continued fighting.
Jackson slammed Scott into the wall who head-butted him, throwing Jackson head first into the wall. The larger boy went down and as Scott went for his throat, Jackson kicked out, sending him flying back into the shower wall. Cat covered her mouth with her hand as the impact caused a crack in the tiles and Scott slid down the wall. Jackson was on his feet, walking towards her the same glint from earlier back in his eyes and her eyes went wide as she backed out of the area. He reached out for her as Scott jumped over the wall, kicking him in the back of the head. She dived out of the way as he came flying at her, turning in time to see him pick up a 45 lb. weight and toss it at Scott as though it weighed nothing. Scott caught it, stumbling slightly and as he tried to regain his balance, Jackson charged, kicking him in to the wall before grabbing him and throwing him into the sinks, breaking one off the wall completely. Cat screamed as she covered her head, debris and water showering down around her. She heard a female voice call her name and looked up as the door opened, seeing Erica standing there with Stiles behind her. Jackson charged Scott again, spearing him through the door as Erica pulled Stiles out of the way. She grabbed Jackson, pulling him off of Scott and Cat got to her feet, rushing out to grab Scott's arm as he tried to fight Stiles to get at Jackson again. She knew he could easily throw both of them off but with Erica holding Jackson, Scott calmed a bit, glaring at him.
"What the hell's going on?" Mr. Harris yelled, walking towards them
"Oh my god." Allison cried, dropping her bag as she ran towards them, Matt not far behind her. "What happened?"
"Enough." Mr. Harris was yelling. "What do you idiots think you're doing? Jackson. Calm down, Mr. McCall, care to explain yourself?"
Scott looked away, quickly checking her over as he pushed back his wet hair.
"Stilinski?" The teacher tried. When he didn't answer, Mr. Harris turned to her. "Catrina?"
She shook her head, not looking at him and not bothering to correct her name.
"You dropped this." Matt said, holding out Allison's tablet.
Mr. Harris snatched it away, glaring at all of them. "All of you, detention, Three o' clock." He walked away and Erica pushed Jackson off into the other direction, following after him to make sure he left.
"We'll talk later." the she-wolf said with a meaningful look at her friend.
"I just got here." Matt muttered, looking at them all in confusion before he left.
"What the hell happened?" Allison asked.
"Where were you?" Scott asked in an accusatory voice. "You and Cat were supposed to go together."
"I- I forgot I had a project that was due." Allison stuttered, shooting Cat a bewildered look. "I didn't think he would hurt Cat."
"Yeah? Well he did and if I wasn't listening for her, I don't know if I would've gotten here in time." He turned to Cat, wrapping his arms around her as she shivered from the cold, the adrenaline rush leaving and the memory of the visions she had seen. "Are you okay?" He murmured.
She shook her head, for once not able to even lie and say she was fine.
"Cat, I'm so sorry." Allison told her, confused by the closeness of her and Scott. If she didn't know better, she would think those two really were together and not just faking it for the benefit of everyone. Allison shook her head, obviously something had spooked the smaller girl and Scott was worried for his friend, that was it.
"It's not your fault." Cat told her. "He just- wasn't himself for a bit but then- I need to go." She pulled away from Scott's arms running off down the hall. She wasn't ready to talk yet.
"What just happened?" Stiles asked, watching in confusion.
Scott shook his head. "Obviously Cat went to go talk to Jackson alone. I heard her heart speed up and her screaming. I rushed here to see Jackson with no clothes on and Cat lying on the floor curled up into a ball, crying. I lost it."
"Did he do something to her?" Allison asked, horrified.
Scott shook his head. "I don't know she says no but I didn't hear her full explanation. I should go find her." He turned to follow after Cat when Allison called his name.
"Scott, I'm sorry."
"I know." He said, leaving.
Allison turned to Stiles. "He's really mad at me."
Stiles shrugged. "You did leave the girl alone."
"I didn't think anything would happen." She protested.
Another shrug. "But it did. And if you had been there, even alone, you would've been able to handle it better. You're a hunter, she gets visions. Maybe that's what happened." Stiles mused. "And now, we need to get to class. We are one step closer to finding out about his parents though, Erica knows something."
"Well, that's a start." Allison replied. "I'm going to try and find Cat. I'll see you in detention."
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