Here it is, Season 5 of Teen Wolf. Summer is over, school is starting and Cat's on her way home from Star City. I kind of glossed over what happened in Star City. If you want a story, please let me know, I got a few chapters of that.

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Stiles looked up at the sky, watching the lightning streak across the sky.

"Do you think it's been long enough?" He wondered as his phone began to ring. He pulled it out of his pocket, showing the screen to Scott with a big smile before accepting the video call.

"Hey, how was everything?" He asked, greeting his girlfriend.

"Such a mind fuck but that's not why I called. I called to tell you it's been long enough. Let him go."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "You know, sometimes it's really not that fun having a psychic girlfriend."

"Sometimes it's beneficial." She reminded him with a grin.

"I like her." A voice called out behind Scott and Stiles.

Scott and Stiles looked behind them to where Liam was chained up to a tree.

"You like her because she's all for letting you go." Stiles called.

"Yes, come on, it was one slip up." Liam cried.

"He's right." Cat said. "He's been doing pretty good."

"Cat, it was a dozen calls to the Sheriff's department about a monstrous dog boy running around the streets of Beacon Hills, naked. That's a slip up?"

"Naked?" Cat asked in disbelief. "Nobody mentioned that part."

Scott moved towards Liam as he began unlocking the chains, giving him a concerned look. "Why were you naked?"

"It was really hot out that night, okay? Let me go."

"You sure you're okay?" Scott asked.

Stiles moved away, lifting up the phone to talk to Cat again. "Are you on your way back? You have to make it in time for Senior Scribe."

"I'll be there." Cat promised. "I'm on my way. This stupid storm just delayed my flight is all."

"Are you going to tell me what happened there?"

"I helped Barry with Dr. Wells, who wasn't Dr. Wells but is from the future and wanted to kill Barry and then I went to Nanda Parbat to help Oliver. He went pretty dark, Stiles. I showed up with Barry and everyone on the Arrow team had been poisoned but Malcolm had given them the antidote. Holy hell, This is something I need to tell you face to face. I'm so glad you didn't come with me. That vision I had... you would've been dead Stiles." She looked so distressed by that, Stiles felt the last of his anger dissipate at being left behind again.

"Of course, just get back and we'll talk. You okay though? No injuries?"

She shook her head. "I did pretty good this time, so good for me."

"Miracle." He dryly replied.

She stuck out her tongue. "Everything okay there so far?"

"So far. Are you sure you're going to be here?"

"Of course, I think we're getting ready to land soon. My bike is waiting, so don't worry. I'm not going to miss the Senior Scribe."

He let out a small sigh, "Good. Listen I've been looking at two bedroom places. Are you sure you're okay living with me and Scott? I mean, you can get into any school you want, are you sure you want to stay in California?"

Cat frowned, looking up from the phone at something else. "Stiles, I was told to end the call, they're getting ready to land. I'll see you soon and we'll talk okay? Love you."

"Yeah, yeah, of course, I love you too."

Cat ended the call with a small groan.

"You haven't told him yet, have you?"

Cat sighed, looking over at the tablet that was propped up on the table in front of her. Bucky Barnes, aka Sargent James Buchanan Barnes aka the guy formerly known as The Winter Soldier stared at her through the computer with a raised eyebrow. He and Cat had been skyping when she got a vision about Scott and Stiles chaining Liam to a tree during the full moon. She had told him to hold on so she could call Stiles to let the poor kid go. It was one slip up, naked or not. Bucky had heard the whole conversation and he was the only one who knew what Cat had been holding back.

She had met him not long ago when Iron Man aka Tony Stark had shown up looking for help with what she had declared an Avengers Civil War. But while helping, she had learned she should be helping Captain America and his oldest friend, Bucky, who was just trying to recover from HYDRA. So Cat did just that, ending up in Wakanda where she had gone into Bucky's mind to remove the triggers and brainwashing that HYDRA had done. She had also given him back his memories that he thought were lost. The two had remained friends after she left and they talked as often as they could through text or skyping.

"I tried but I keep chickening out." Cat confessed, glancing at her phone to make sure that Stiles still wasn't connected.

"Cat." Bucky softly said. "Have you told him anything?"

She groaned. "Would you think I'm a horrible person if I said no?"

He shook his head. "You just never struck me as someone who was afraid of anything. You went up against me and Steve without a second thought, you fought Tony in an attempt to save my life, you went into my brain to help me and went to some Prison Raft to save people you didn't even know. You're fearless."

"Send me headlong into danger and I'll go no problem, talk about feelings and stuff with my friends, I'll run away scared. I told you, I had like no friends before Beacon Hills. It doesn't come easy to me."

"If nothing else, you need to tell him about MIT."

"I know." She moaned. "I was waiting until I get my acceptance letter. He's so anxious about Senior Year and what's going to happen after. I didn't want to ruin anything until I had an actual letter."

"It's coming. If Tony is anything like his Father and Steve says he's a whole lot worse, the letter is coming."

"And when it does, I guess I'll show him."

"What about the other stuff?" Bucky asked.

Cat shook her head, looking guilty. While in Wakanda, she had learned that many of her ancestors had hidden there and wrote down their history. Cat had learned a lot of things about herself that she wish she hadn't. Due to her mental abilities, she was able to make people like her, love her even. And want to protect her and she felt it was the same thing as brainwashing someone. She had brainwashed every single one of her friends into being her friend or more and she hated herself for it. At this point, she felt Bucky was her only real friend. Going into his mind had removed all brainwashing, including whatever she had done and he still seemed to like her. She was grateful for that at least but she was terrified what would happen when she told everyone else, especially Stiles. They'd all had enough of their brains being messed with and she feared her friends would shun her when they learned the truth.

"I was going to tell them the day I got home from Wakanda but they were so happy to see me and we were playing catch up, then they were yelling at me for all the stupid things I did and we fought about that, then made up and it was exhausting, so I said I would tell them the next day but every time I tried, I had my own anxiety attack so I kept saying I would try the next day. And now here we are, starting Senior Year. What if I didn't tell them?"

His expression darkened and Cat knew it was the wrong thing to say. "I don't think you could live with yourself if you didn't say anything."

"I know, you're right." Cat said. "I'm meeting them for Senior Scribe, I'll tell them after."

"What is Senior Scribe?" He asked, scrunching his nose up in confusion.

"The night before School starts, Seniors meet in the library to leave their mark in the school. We leave our initials on the shelves. Immortalize ourselves in the school."

"That's odd."

"I'm sure they didn't do that back in your day, when was that? The 1850's?" Came her snarky comeback.

"Sure, sure, smartass."

Cat grinned. "What's going on there? Catch me up since I'm behind after my little Superhero run around."

"You sure I can't punch that Queen guy for how he messed with you?" Bucky hopefully asked.

"No." Cat said with a laugh. "I get why he did it, even if I'm not happy. Now quit changing the subject."

He let out a small huff before catching her up on his progress with his therapist, his training with the Avengers and his introduction to the 21st century by Shuri.

"Steve asked me to go on a mission with him for T'Challa but I actually said no. I like the quiet life right now. I have goats."

Her eyes widened and her mouth formed a perfect O. "Did you do it?"

He grinned. "I named the sassy one Steve like you asked. He's tiny and likes picking fights with the bigger goats."

"Have you introduced him to Steve yet?"

"No." Bucky replied with a smirk. "It's going to be a surprise when he gets back."

"And your bad days?"

"I have lots still. Talking to you and Steve helps."

She smiled, looking up at the pilot who was signalling that they were getting ready to land. "I'm glad but now I really am getting the signal that we're landing. Look, school's starting so I'll message when I can but the first few days are usually hectic."

He looked disappointed but nodded in understanding. "I get it. Call when you can, stay safe Doll."

"I will. If things are really bad, call me, okay? You know I'll make time for you."

He nodded and Cat smiled, giving him a wave before signing off and leaning against the seat as she let out a loud sigh. Bucky was right, she needed to tell her friends everything. She stared out the window, contemplating what to say, until the Pilot had to tell her they landed and she was safe to exit the plane. She looked at him, startled to see that they were, in fact, on the ground, she had been so consumed by her thoughts. She thanked him, grabbing her backpack and stepping outside, stumbling a little to the left when she reached the bottom of the stairs. She frowned up at the sky as the wind whipped her hair and continued trying to push her over. How had she not even noticed them landing? There was no way that landing had been anything close to smooth.

Cat stumbled her way to a nearby hangar where her bike was and pulled out her keys, struggling to open the door to the hangar. She finally succeeded, slipping inside and zipping up her leather jacket, pulling her backpack on before tucking her hair up into her helmet. She should not be on her bike in this storm and if she wasn't her, there was no way she would survive this. Actually, who knew if she would survive this but she had made a promise to Stiles and her friends. As long as she got home, she could switch to her SUV and still make it to the school on time. She started up the bike and left the hangar, pulling out into the road, getting maybe half a mile before she hit traffic and came to a stand-still. Glancing at the clock, she softly swore, pulling out her phone to call Stiles, only to realize she didn't have service. She sent a text message, hoping it would go through.

I'm fine, but traffic sucks, be there when I can. Love you.

Cat waited a few minutes and when nothing seemed to be moving, she maneuvered the bike in between the cars, weaving around them until she came to a side entrance of the Beacon Hills Preserve. It would be a little rough but cutting across there would still be better than waiting out the traffic. She turned into it, making her own path until she came to one of the main trails. She turned onto it, she'd be home in no time.

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"We haven't seen this kid in years and you don't find that highly suspicious?" Stiles wondered.

"I'm kind of more concerned about the guy who just tried to kill me." Scott reminded him.

After picking Kira up and getting to the school, they were attacked by some kind of werewolf with glowing blue claws that had tried to take him out. His friends had come to his rescue but he had snapped the other guys claws off and broken his arm.

What had shocked Stiles more than that guy though, was the return of their childhood friend, Theo, whom they hadn't seen since the fourth grade. He had returned to Beacon Hills to join Scott's pack but something didn't sit right with him. But he also knew by now to not trust any new students in Beacon Hills. More often than not, he had a right to be suspicious.

"Thank god, where have you guys been?" Lydia cried, walking down the hall towards them. "The whole Senior Class is here. Are we doing this or not?"

Stiles glanced behind Lydia, a frown coming to his face. "Is Cat not with you?"

"Is she back?" Lydia asked. "I haven't seen her."

"She said she'd be here in time." Stiles pulled out his phone. Seeing there was no text messages from his girlfriend, he called her but it went straight to voicemail.

"Maybe she got stuck in the traffic jam?" Kira suggested.

Stiles shook his head. "She was on her bike, she would've figured a way around it."

"Maybe her service hasn't come back. Mine was out in that area." Kira told him. "If she said she'd be here, she'd be here."

"Kira's right." Scott agreed. "Cat wouldn't miss this."

"Maybe she couldn't land because of the storm." Malia suggested. "It's Cat. She'll contact us the moment she can. She always does."

Stiles sighed but finally agreed, following his friends into library. They all left their mark and when they were done, Cat still wasn't there. Stiles pulled out his phone again, sighing in relief when he saw a message there from her.

I'm fine.

He showed the message to Scott who gestured to his phone with a small shrug.

"It's Cat, something probably distracted her and she'll tell us about in the morning. She says she's fine."

Stiles nodded and put his phone away. Yet, he couldn't shake that uneasy feeling he still had.

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