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Fear is a beast that feeds on attention

Chapter one, Season 3- Episode 2- Chaos Rising

Celine collapsed on her couch with a sigh, pulling out her phone and sending a text:

Yes, or no?

She receives an alert, letting her know that the message was sent and received. Satisfied, she flicked on the television and muted it immediately. She wanted the picture, but not the noise.

Her day had been particularly horrible. First, her morning training sessions. The two hour course had been unusually grueling, and then at work... Well at work her creep of a boss had tried once again to ask her out. It had taken her an hour to let him down gently.

After a few minutes her phone beeped and she checked it:

Yes.

A smile grew on her face at that and immediately she went into action. She'd already had a long shower at maximum heat, burning off the awful feeling her boss had given her. Now she quickly changed from her baggy sweat pants and sweater, into her lace singlet and tights.

Of course she did not forget the short, wrap on skirt. It's bright blue went well with her eyes, at least that was what he said. As she did her hair up in a tight ponytail, applying makeup a moment later, the bell rung.

Her smile grew into a grin as she danced down the hall, flicking the music on as she went. "Thank god you came!" She greeted as she swung the door open.

There he stood, his brown hair short and his honey brown eyes widening at the sight of her. She would never get used to his expression when he saw her, always one of surprise. Celine supposed he never really got used to the fact he was spending nights with someone of her… appearance.

"You look…" He began but trailed off.

She smirked, her pale pink lips curling up, revealing her pearly white teeth. "You never finish that sentence," she says with a chuckle as she moves back to let him in. As per routine he slides off his sneakers and pulls off his jacket, which she hangs up for him. "Dinner tonight?"

"Oh right!" He says with a nervous chuckle as he makes his way to the sitting room. "It's… seven or something right?"

Celine sighs in disappointment. "You forgot again didn't you?" She said and closed the door. "It's nine. We're having dinner. You're lucky I have leftovers this time."

"Sorry, it's been a-"

The black haired teen cut him off. "Busy week. It always is with you. Seriously you're lucky you have me." She walks over to the kitchen, passing him. Celine didn't miss the way his eyes followed her ass.

"I am," He agrees genuinely. "This- I still can't believe this," the other teen explains as he gestures between the two.

Celine shrugged. "When I approached you with the offer, I hadn't expected it to last this long either."

He pouted at her back. "That's not what I meant," he said, offended.

She laughed at that, closing the microwave door after putting the leftover paella in. "I know, just teasing. Now while that's cooking, we talking?"

"Nothing much happened. So no. What about you?" He asked although he wasn't expecting an answer. As expected, she didn't respond and so he sat down at the table and ran his fingers through his hair. "Tonight's going to be one of these nights huh?" He grumbled.

Celine turned to him, a frown growing on her face. As she crossed her arms her eyes narrowed. "You know the deal. When we started this-"

"Supernatural Dating Service," he supplied.

She smiled. "Exactly. When we started this, you knew the deal."

"No connection with our real lives," he supplied in a monotone.

Celine watched him for a moment, then sighed, unfolding her arms and walking towards him. "That's the only reason I approached you. I knew you wanted to escape your daily life somehow and I wanted a relationship that didn't rely on my past or daily life."

"I know and I'm sorry," he said, growing frustrated. "Let's just eat."

As if on cue the microwave dinged.

"Great," Celine chirped.

Soon they fell into their normal habit. Celine served up their meal and drinks as he began discussing the movie 'Eagle Eye' with her after watching it on her recommendation. She laughed as he pointed out how stupid the main character, Jerry, looked in one of the scenes.

Eventually they finished their meal, after finishing on the popular topic of whether a cat or a dog was better. Celine of course voted for cats, whilst he voted for dogs.

"That's not really fair," Celine pointed out with a laugh. "You're biased."

He shrugged and laughed with her. "True."

They fell into a silence as Celine finished her glass of wine.

The sunset was casting a warm glow in the room, and Celine admired his features. The tussle of hair upon his head and his perfect face, smiling when his eyes met hers.

It was he who started it first this time. He reached forward and tucked a loose hair of her's behind her ear. It was slow, and Celine blushed as his fingers trailed across her cheek.

She bit her lower lip as he stood, holding his hand out for hers. "Remember," she warned before taking his hand and letting him lead her to the couch.

He lowered her slowly, his arms wrapping around her waist as hers hung around his neck. Celine slid off her shoes before allowing herself to lie on the couch.

"You have beautiful eyes," he pointed out for the dozenth time, and she smiled as she always did. He then lowered himself over her, their breaths deep as their lips met.

It was slow at first, Celine noted he mustn't of had too chaotic of a day, otherwise their kisses were often filled with desperation. She shivered at his touch, her hand moving up to tangle through his hair.

He smiled against her, and she allowed her lips to part as his tongue slid inside to dance with hers. Celine felt as he bent over her, moving his own hand to grip at her ponytail and tug the band off. She gasped as her hair fell loose, framing her face.

"Gorgeous," he whispered as he glanced at her black locks, lifting his free hand to tangle his fingers in hers.

Craving more, Celine lifted her head, meeting his lips once more. This time she bit his lower lip, teasing it slightly between her teeth. He hissed and she smirked to herself as she felt him grind against her subconsciously.

She let it continue for a moment, her toying with his lip as he hardened against her. Soon though, too soon she moved her hands from his hair, down to his chest. "Down boy," she said breathlessly. "Bed now. But remember."

He growled, a raspy and low sound, but complied. He lifted himself off her before she stood and grabbed his arms. Swinging her hips as she led him through the halls, making sure to turn the music off.

It was always so difficult to resist, but she wasn't ready… yet.

When he shoved her on the bed, climbing over her and slipping his fingers under her shirt, she stopped him. "Remember," she warned again.

This snapped whatever daze he was in, and he lowered himself, collapsing to the side of her.

"Sorry," he apologized, but she didn't respond. She knew he was sorry already.

Once calmed down, they were content to simply kiss again. He continued to tease her tongue whilst she toyed with his hair. Eventually they parted once more, still clothed, but satisfied.

"Thanks," she said honestly, and turned so his arm was wrapped around her waist, her back against his chest.

When he didn't respond, she glanced at him. "Stiles?"

"Sorry," he quickly said. "It's just-"

As he trailed off, she picked up on the way his thoughts were going immediately. "Oh no," Celine said.

"I want to know again," Stiles blurted quickly.

The reaction was immediate, Celine groaned and turned once more to look at him. It was a hard glare, but softened at the hesitance in his eyes. "I know you do," she said softly. "But- I'm not- There's nothing to tell. My story- It's not something you'll like."

"Celine," he said. She paused, liking the way her name sounded on his lips. "I could never think badly of your past. I know you. It's been months. Can't you just-"

"No," she snapped. Celine quickly pushed back the blankets and scampered out of bed, much to Stiles protests. "You should go."

Stiles groaned. "I'm sorry- look it's okay. I was being stupid again-"

"Just go," Celine snapped once more, avoiding his gaze.

He sighed and stood, straightening his shirt. "Please Celine? I get it okay. It's just that I- Recently I've-" He rambled but cut himself off.

Celine's eyes widened though. "You what?"

"Nothing!" He said, too quickly.

Impatient and growing annoyed, she snatched his wrist and focused, looking for an answer.

When she found it, she swore loudly.

"You- How could you-" she whispered, her voice cracking.

Stiles froze, a slow frown making its way onto his face. "What?"

"How could you!" She repeated, louder.

He seemed to catch on, realize that she'd found out somehow. "I didn't mean for it to happen!"

"How could you Stiles?" She snapped, her eyes burning with tears. "How could you ruin it Stiles? How could you like me?"

That's when it all broke. Stiles caught Celine as she collapsed, holding her in his arms as she shed silent tears. "I'm sorry Celine. You're so perfect though. Smart, funny, beautiful, kind and I couldn't help it. I honestly didn't mean to, I know you didn't want this."

"You weren't going to tell me," she said slowly. "What do we do?"

Stiles shrugged. "I don't really see that it matters. I mean it's not like you're telling me your life story anyway. And I'm not asking for anything… more."

The suggestion was obvious, but Celine wiped her eyes and stood up. As Stiles arms returned to his side she glanced at the clock. "Two in the morning, shit." Celine sighed and looked at the bed, then at the boy standing in her room. "Let's go to sleep. We'll talk about this next time."

He didn't disagree.

Chapter one, Season 3- Episode 13- Anchors

Celine was working on dinner when he messaged her. Biting her lips, she checked her phone:

Yes or no?

She paused. It had been weeks since she'd last seen him. Stiles hadn't messaged her, and she hadn't messaged him. Some part of her was still afraid of the truth. The fact that he liked her.

And the fact that… deep down… she was starting to like the boy too.

So it was a bit of a surprise when she replied:

Yes.

The doorbell rang at the perfect time. Dinner had just been served and she was pouring herself a second drink. "I've missed you," she greeted as she pulled open the door.

Only to reveal a very poor looking Stiles.

"Stiles!" She gasped as she stepped aside. He stumbled in and she barely managed to catch him in time. "What the hell!"

Not that she had to ask. She could already sense what was wrong, or at least, sort of. His memories flooded through her when her hand brushed against him.

"Just… been a rough week," Stiles tried, but Celine only rolled her eyes and helped him to the sitting room. "Sorry. I was feeling okay a while ago-"

"It's alright," she said quickly. "Let me get you a glass of water. Tonight we'll just sit and watch television okay? You definitely need a break."

He laughed lightly and accepted her offer. She helped him to the couch and they sat down. Celine had a bowl for each of them as long as a bigger bowl of popcorn. "So, Star wars marathon then?"

Stiles grinned and nodded. "Star wars."

It was through the third they began dozing off. Celine quickly nudged him awake and together they traveled upstairs. He curled up into the bed and she joined him, wrapping her arms around his torso.

Her eyes were still open though when he fell asleep.

She could sense something, something was wrong. She just wasn't sure what yet.

X

Stiles woke her up with a scream.

It startled Celine so much that she almost used her abilities. She came close to wiping his memories in her fright.

"Stiles?" She asked, still somewhat asleep. He only grunted in pain. "Stiles?" She repeated, worried now.

He was screaming, shaking, Celine gasped and moved over. She took his form into her hands and held him tightly. "Stiles you gotta wake up, or so help me I'm going to use my powers."

Her only response was another scream.

Seriously freaked out now, Celine adjusted herself so his head was against her chest and she had a free hand. Slowly she lowered it to cover both his eyes.

A green glow grew from her hand as she closed her eyes.

It always amazed her how easily it normally came to her. But this time, this time it took her a lot of searching. Past the memories, past the tendencies, into his very being. Some would call it his soul.

And there it was.

A gap.

Celine swore immediately and searched for her own being. When she found it, she sent it out. It was a quick fix, but it would buy her enough time.

Her soul rested over his, covering the gaps and mending the surface wounds. She pulled out, feeling somewhat exhausted, but already she felt the strength of her shield around his mind weakening. And she'd only just placed it around him!

Whatever he'd done…

It was bad.

"Stiles," she whispered. The screaming had stopped a moment after she used her ability, now he was soaked in sweat and shaking lightly. "Wake up."

His eyes snapped open, and he looked around the room disoriented. Finally his eyes landed on the clock. "Crap! I have to go!"

"Wait Stiles-" she tried to stop him, but he'd already scampered out of the room.

A few moments later she heard the door slam.

Celine sighed and collapsed back into the bed.

It seemed it was time to finally make use of his memories so she could find where he lived…

And save his life.

Fear is a beast that feeds on attention

Chapter one, Season 3- Episode 14- More Bad Than Good

It wasn't hard tapping into Stiles' memories and driving the way he did to the school. She had taken most of the morning arranging her leave from work and setting everything else up. She'd also had to look over a few things.

Namely how to close the gap allowing a free pass into Stiles mind.

Once again she groaned at how attached she had become.

Attached enough to want to risk her own life to save his.

The list of life ending possibilities ran through her mind again and she perhaps braked a little too hard when she reached the school.

She swore to herself if Stiles broke then she was going to seriously kill someone.

It must have been class time or something, as there weren't any students walking around the halls as she pushed open the front doors. The shield would have worn off by now, and she sure as hell didn't want him to go without one for much longer.

So, tapping into his memories once more, she deduced which class he would be in and began searching.

Luckily enough, Stiles and Scott (he'd been a very prominent figure in Stiles memories) stumbled into the bathroom.

It only took Celine a moment to decide that in this case, she was more than obligated to bust into the boy's bathroom. Given it was saving someone's life.

Although, from the looks of Scott's face(and only Scott's, Stiles seemed preoccupied with a panic attack) it may have not been such a good idea.

Immediately the werewolf grew fangs, sensing the threat that she was.

But she ignored him, instead nimbly side stepped the boy to get to Stiles.

"Stiles," she whispered frantically, grabbing his face between his hands and making him look at her. "Stiles focus on me. I know what's wrong, let me help you."

Suddenly, Scott puts his hand on Celine's shoulder and throws her back. She slams against the wall, gasping as the breath is knocked out of her.

Stiles cries out, pushing himself up clumsily. "Celine!"

"Wait what?" Scott growls. "You know her?"

Stiles ignores his friend though, instead he crawls to Celine as she rubs the back of her head. "Holy shit wolf man. That hurt. What was I saying again?"

"Celine? What are you doing here?" Stiles asks instead.

She turns to him, her face contorted into a grimace. "Getting beat up by your friend apparently, but also I'm here to fix your mind."

"Hold on, what the hell is going on?" Scott tries again.

They both ignore him. "You know about the door?" Stiles whispers in question. His panic attack apparently forgotten, startled out of him by Celine's sudden appearance.

"That's what they call it now huh?" She mused as she helped Stiles up, ignoring the ache in her back. "Well, anyway. I know about the gap in your mind. I put a shield on it this morning."

"So that's why it's only picking up now!" Stiles almost shouted. "The panic attack and the inability to read- You- You stopped it."

Scott wasn't having any of this though, he grabbed both of their arms and turned them to face him. "Someone please explain who the hell she is, and why the hell you know her. Also, while you're at it, tell me what the hell is going on."

"Jeeze," Celine drones. "You're crazier in real life. I thought Stiles's memories were lying."

Stiles frowned at her. "Wait what?"

"I absorbed your memories. It's an ability I have because I'm a fragment," she explained simply. "Now, l we gotta go somewhere else. Your house maybe? I need to fix the gap."

Scott just shoved her against a wall again before Stiles could answer. "You're not going anywhere until you tell me what's going on," he growled.

"There isn't time!" Celine snapped.

He glared at her, his eyes flashing a far brighter and more sinister color. "There's plenty of time."

"Fuck this," she snapped and shoved the wolf.

Maybe she used a bit too much force, she'd forgotten for a moment that werewolves were so weak.

Caught off guard, the boy stumbled and crashed into the opposite wall, a terrible crack resounded in the room.

Celine bit her lip as Stiles blinked in shock. "Oops. My bad, he'll be fine though," she waved it off easily. "We've got to go now though Stiles. I need to help you."

"He-" Stiles mumbled. "He has one too, a door."

She shrugs. "He'll be fine. Let's get you to your house-"

A hand slashes out from behind her, cutting her off as it claws along her side and sendis her flying into the wall once more. This time she doesn't get up straight away,

Shocked, Stiles turns on his best friend, summoning as much energy he can to shove him. Hard. "Scott! What the hell man? She's okay I promise. She's my… my friend. My really good friend. She's also supernatural. I don't really know how but-"

"Hold on," Scott says, his fangs receding to his normal teeth. "She's good?"

Stiles shoves him again. "Yes she's good. Now go help her up."

"Oh, okay! Sure I'll just go help the girl who nearly killed me!" Scott said sarcastically.

A scoff sounded from behind them. "You two bicker like little girls. Honestly. Stiles, tell your friend if he hits me one more time I'm going to rip his balls off his body and burn them in a fire, then I'm going-"

"I think he gets it," Stiles cuts her off calmly and crouches to help her up. "Celine, tell me again about this door and how you know about it," Stiles says.

"You're seriously going to-" Scott began as Stiles helped her up. "-Yup you are. Okay. Okay, this is all - So you're going to help Stiles with his-" He gestured to Stiles head. "-His door problem?"

Celine rolled her eyes at him. "Yes."

"Okay! Okay good, let's go then." Scott opened the bathroom door for them and they made their way out.

Seeing his friend struggle, Scott quickly moved to support Celine's other side, albeit reluctantly. "So, how exactly are you going to close this door of his?"

"It's a gap," Celine snarled. "Trust me, I'm the Fragment here."

Stiles let go to open his jeep and Scott helped Celine climb in. "And what exactly is that?"

"A Fragment," Celine repeated, as though they were all stupid.

Scott caught the keys Stiles tossed him, only frowning for a moment before climbing into the drivers seat. Stiles took over the conversation as he slid in next to Celine. "A Fragment of death."

Suddenly Scott wished he hadn't sat in the same car as this girl.

"A what?" Stiles said, his voice getting somewhat squeaky.

For some reason though, this new information didn't make him afraid of her. He already trusted her far too much. "There's a really pretty story about my birth, I'll save you the trouble. But the important bit is that I have a fragment of Death's collection of powers."

"So you can kill people by touch?" Scott asked from the front.

Celine laughed. "No, I wish it were that cool."

"Then what can you do?" Scott pressed.

Stiles watched as she answered. "It's kind of hard to explain. Some could call me a Mind Walker. But that's pretty complicated. Basically I can manipulate memories and some workings of the mind, although at the moment I'm not that powerful. Maybe in a few decades I can control people's minds."

"Awesome," Stiles breathed out whilst Scott gasped and swore.

Scott didn't continue, so Stiles did. "That's how you're going to help me then?"

"Yeah. I haven't done much more than a shield before, but there's a first time for everything right?" Celine laughed lightly.

Scott scoffed at the front. "Oh yeah! It's not like we're talking about Stiles' life here. My best friend!"

"Hey, I have as much invested in this as you do," Celine protested loudly, then shot a nervous glance at Stiles before averting her eyes.

Stiles didn't miss it though. "What?"

"Oh would you look at that!" Celine said as they conveniently arrived at Stiles house. "Let's get this over with right?"

Scott scoffed from the front but hopped out, Celine quickly following.

Too bad she forgot Scott had nearly broken her back.

Stiles barely made it out quick enough to catch her before she fell. "I've got you," he assured her. She sent him a hesitant smile, but by the expression on his face Celine knew that he still wanted an answer to his earlier question.

"Better hurry it up before your dad gets back from work." Scott said.

The teens made their way inside the empty house, Celine hoping that Stiles wasn't going to end up dead.

"Right so," Stiles began, lying on his bed. "How's this going to work?"

Scott was seated, looking rather nervous and Celine was perched next to Stiles. "Well, I guess this is probably where I explain about the side effects."

"Side effects?" Scott glared at Celine, then turned to Stiles. "We should talk to Deaton, or even Derek! Hell at least one other person!"

Celine waved him off though. "Relax, nothing too bad." Then she turned to Stiles, avoiding his eyes however. "What I have to do, it's called a Bond Shield. It's the strongest shield I know, one that relies on a constant connection to the creators soul."

"And that means?" Stiles prompted.

She groaned, hating to explain it. "Worst thing is that you pick up a few of my personality traits. It'll keep your mind safe until the gap closes, conveniently, the shield speeds up that process."

"So you're saying,that not only does this shield my mind, but it also speeds up the process of closing the door?" Stiles clarifies.

Celine glares. "Stop calling it a door! It's not a freaking door!" After that she takes a deep breath, calming herself. Finally she meets Stiles in the eyes. "You need to know though Stiles, this shield breaks if our bond breaks, and I won't be able to shield you again for a long time after that."

"Our bond breaks?" Stiles repeats, confused.

At this Celine bites her lip, her eyes darting to and from his own. "We… What we have-" She gestured between the two. "Like- Well-"

"If I stop liking you?" Stiles offers.

At this Celine brightens. "Exactly! If either of us hate each other for just a second, the shield will break. But that's not going to happen right?"

Stiles gups, thinking for a moment. "I- I guess not. You're pretty hard to hate right now, considering you're fixing this mess."

"Great," Celine chirped finally and leant over Stiles. "Ready then?"

Scott groaned from his position, clearly wanting to stop the both of them, but Stiles ignored him. "If you are," Stiles said.

With a smile she leant forward slowly, placing her lips against his. "Perfect, close your eyes Stiles, this will only take a second."

X

"Stiles?" Scott said frantically as he tried to shake his friend awake. "Stiles you there? Wake up bud. Wake up."

Stiles eyes opened slowly, blinking a few times as he focused. "Scott?" He asked as he found his friends face.

"Hey man," Scott said, relief coloring his voice. "I'm here. You okay?"

It all came back then, suddenly. Celine, the door, the shield. He bolted upright, surprising Scott and causing the boy to fall backwards. Stiles ignored that, instead he turned to the still form beside him on the bed. "Celine?" He breathed.

"She passed out," Scott said as he stood up. "After she did the weird glowing green hand thing. I tried waking her too. I don't know what's wrong."

Stiles had been smoothing her face with his thumb whilst Scott had been talking. He slowly trailed it over the dark circles that had suddenly appeared under her eyes. "She's so pale," Stiles said. "And cold."

"How are you feeling?" Scott asked, ignoring his friends worry of the girl.

Stiles glared at him, annoyed at how easily he dismissed Celine's condition. "Fine," he bit out. as soon as he said the words though, he realized they were true. "Better than fine," he amended, turning an awed gaze at the unconscious form of Celine.

"So… it worked then?" Scott offered hesitantly, folding his arms.

His friend nodded, still gazing at the dark haired girl. "Yeah, for me maybe," he began. "But not for her."

X

"So, this girl… Celine. How do you know her?" Scott asked as Stiles drove them to meet Lydia and the others. They still had a coyote to deal with.

They'd left Celine, albeit reluctantly, to continue her slumber.

Stiles chuckled nervously and rubbed his chin. "Well, it's kind of a long story."

"Go ahead," Scott pressed. "We have a long drive."

Once more Stiles chuckled. "Alright, well. It was a few months ago, just after we dealt with Jackson and Matt. I was picking up some takeaway, waiting at the counter, then she approached me."

"It's this whole thing called Supernatural Dating Service," Stiles explained as he drove. "Basically, it's a no strings attached relationship sorta… thingy. We don't have to talk about our lives, but we could if we wanted. At first it was pretty cool. She was a beautiful girl, and kissing her was amazing."

He cleared his throat. "It was sort of… not real for the first few weeks. We were just hanging out, watching television and kissing every now and then. But the next week she asked me how my day went, and I told her."

"So from then on I'd go over, tell her about my day if I wanted to. She'd never tell me about her life, and all I could figure out was that she worked at a hospital or something." Stiles scratched his head, glancing at his friend to see his reaction. "Then I kinda started liking her, then all this happened, and now here we are."

Scott blinked. "So.. you had sex?"

"No!" Stiles protested immediately, before continuing in a calmer voice. "I mean, that wasn't part of the deal. Just kissing."

The wolf blinked again. "Does that make her your girlfriend? What about Lydia?"

"I don't really know anymore," Stiles admitted. "At first she was a distraction… But now…"

Scott frowned. "Well, she seems alright I guess."

Stiles scoffed and turned, driving them down a different street. "Right. Well I want to speak with Deaton real quick. It's on the way."

As they parked in front of the clinic, Scott didn't bother to protest.

The doctor was in the back when they made their way inside. Scott followed Stiles into the darker room, watching his friend carefully. He had to admit, Stiles looked a hell of a lot better since Celine did… whatever it was.

"Doctor Deaton," Stiles greeted and the man turned to them, smiling at the sight of the two boys. "We were wondering if we could talk to you? Maybe?"

The older man scratched his nose and nodded. "I've got time. What's the problem?" He paused as the light hit Stiles face. "You look a lot better."

"Yeah, about that," Stiles began. "You see, I have this… friend. She's a Fragment-"

"Of Death?" The Doctor interrupted, his eyebrows raising. "Sorry, continue."

Stiles nodded slowly, somewhat confused by the man's reaction. "She realized what was wrong with me, and did this shield thing. I feel a lot better, but she hasn't woken up."

"Her hands glowed green," Scott added.

Deaton nodded slowly, moving over to a stack of books and picking one out. For a while he flicked through it, leaving the two boys waiting anxiously. "Ah!" He proclaimed finally. "Here it is," he pointed to a paragraph of text.

"The Bonding Shield," Deaton explained. "That sounds like what she used, nothing else is… as suitable for your situation."

Stiles bit his lip. "Do you know if she's going to be okay?"

"Maybe," Deaton said slowly, then chuckled. "Fragments are rare, powerful, creatures Stiles, and for one to be in the form of a human? It's nearly impossible. Let alone for you to know her, and for her to be willing to risk herself."

Scott frowned. "Risk herself?"

"Yes," Deaton nodded. "See this particular shield, is very powerful. Possibly the most powerful, as it realize on both the caster and the subjects feelings. She must like you very much Stiles, much indeed."

Deaton walked around, bringing the text with him. "I'm assuming that she will be fine. Perhaps she'll wake up in a few hours? Maybe she's even awoken by now."

"Wait, what risks?" Stiles pressed.

"If she did not tell you them, then I cannot either. I'd hate to go against this… girl," Deaton said finally. "Now, do tell her to stop by. I've never met a Fragment before, they say it's good luck."

He wanted to press the matter further, find out what danger he'd put Celine in. But by the tone of the doctors voice Stiles squashed down his worry.

Stiles and Scott both left, feeling better than they had before, glad that they had luck on their side.

They just hoped it would last.

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