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Losing Your Memory - Ryan Star
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Welcome to Omission in the Tried & True Series!
If you haven't read nay of my other stories, it would be helpful for you to go back through those before you enter this new world.
So welcome to Season 6A! This is going to be different obviously, since I'm putting the whole season in one story than just doing one-shots. So here we go!
Losing Your Memory
Remember the day
'Cause this is what dreams should always be
I just want to stay
I just want to keep this dream in me
Wake up, it's time, little girl, wake up
All the best of what we've done is yet to come
Wake up, it's time, little girl, wake up
Just remember who I am in the morning
You're losing your memory
Paint walls. Move furniture. Change sheets & curtains. Stand back to take a look. Shake head. Rearrange furniture. Redo all the progress made just to start over because nothing looks right.
That's how Cassidy had been spending the last few weeks. They had gotten through the rest of fall and the beginning of winter without a lick of supernatural problems in their wake. Christmas was celebrated without an issue and New Year's was spent with the pack together bringing in the year. She refused to say everything was perfect because there was still school to manage through. But just when she thought it was going to be a regular ending to their last school semester of high school, Cassidy got a phone call that changed her entire outlook.
"Shut. Up."
"Don't tell your best friend to shut up!" Isaac laughed through the phone line.
"Don't tell your best friend lies." She countered right back at him.
"I'm not lying. I'm moving back." Silence was on her end. "To the United States." Still silence. "Damnit Cas! Give me a place to live!"
She went through the rest of that day through a daze. Nobody could bring her down. Her best friend was officially moving home and this was going to be the best ending to her high school career ever! Her parents, Carl and Teresa, immediately agreed to allowing him to move in since he had always been a part of the family in the first place. Which led to what Cassidy had been working on the past few days.
She wanted to make sure the guest room was perfect for when he arrived and she was no doubt driving everyone in the house crazy. Her brother Andy was stoked for the return of Isaac, but it was starting to wear off as his sister was slowly driving him mad at the constant changing of room colors.
She couldn't help it. She was just really excited.
As she went to push the dresser to the other wall a voice stopped her. "Move that dresser again and I'm locking you in your room."
Cassidy sighed in defeat and turned to her mother. "I just want everything to be perfect."
Teresa shook her head and entered the room. "Sweetheart, you know for a fact Isaac doesn't care about all this. I mean this already is his room with the amount of times he has stayed here in the past."
"Yes, but now it's really his." The young girl crossed her arms, looking around the 4 walls. "I just want to make sure he'll feel at home."
"You know he will." Teresa smiled, wrapping an arm around her daughter's shoulders. "Why don't you get out of the house. See what Stiles or Lydia are up to."
"Stiles and Scott are playing cops tonight. But I think Lydia and Malia were getting together."
"See!" She rubbed the girl's arms. "Call up the girls and get your mind off of this for a bit."
Cassidy squinted up at her mother in question. "You're not going to let me say no, are you?"
"Nope." She smiled walking over to the bed seeing her daughter's phone ringing. "Oh, would you look at that. Lydia's calling." She slapped the phone in her hand. "Have fun!"
Cassidy glared at her mother's back as she walked away, accepting the phone call in the process. "Hey Lyd."
"Your boyfriend is a headcase!" Lydia pretty much yelled through the phone.
"Noted." She laughed. "What's going on?"
"Malia and I were having a nice evening. You know, gossiping, looking through magazines, things that you should be doing right now with us." Cassidy rolled her eyes but let the girl continue. "And then your spaz of a boyfriend called, demanding we come immediately because I quote 'There's a supernatural problem and we need to fix it' unquote."
"Is it really a problem?" Cassidy walked over to her own room looking for her things to leave because she knew she was going to get dragged into this one.
"I don't know. But we're supposed to meet him at the police impound." Lydia explained. "This is the fifth time this week, Cassidy."
"I know." She pulled her boots on, trying to keep neutral between her boyfriend and friend.
"And you know how many have been real? None!"
"I know, Lyd." She could hear Malia laugh in the background.
"You need to talk to him, Cassidy. I mean it."
Cassidy sighed again, checking her bag to make sure her supplies were in there. "I will, he's just a little high strung at the moment."
"Well get him high or laid, because he's going to get beat soon."
"You coming to get me?" She ignored the threat knowing it wasn't actually going to happen.
"Malia is pulling into your development now. Be there in a sec." The redhead didn't even say goodbye before hanging up the phone.
Cassidy turned off her light and trudged down the steps. "I'll be back later!" She yelled through the house, not waiting for a reply from her family before she stepped out the door. Just as she was walking down the porch steps, Malia's car pulled into her driveway. "Thanks." She said to the driver as she fell into the back seat.
"You smell like paint again." Malia told her, backing out of the driveway. "Did you paint the room for a fourth time?"
"No." She glared at her through the rearview mirror. Cassidy's anxious room renovating has been the butt of the joke running between all of her friends for the past few days. "I just…I just want the room perfect for when Isaac shows up. So, where are we going?"
"The police impound." Lydia spoke up from the passenger seat, an attitude in her tone.
She wasn't in the mood to deal with a bitchy Lydia at the moment, but she also understood the annoyance in the girl. They might have used her as a supernatural radar one to many times in the past few weeks to lead her into said mood.
It didn't take them long to get to the impound, finding the signature blue jeep parked at the gate. The three girls exited the car, sliding through the small opening in the gate. They found Scott standing by an SUV with a pair of legs coming out from under it.
"Oh, damn, someone beat me to running him over." Lydia somewhat joked as the three came to stop by Scott.
"Hilarious." Stiles called out from his spot under the car.
"Why are we standing around this piece of junk?" Malia crossed her arms, surveying the car.
"There's this kid Alex, whose parents were taken out of the car while he was still in it." Scott began to explain. "I looked into his memory, and from what I can remember, I saw a guy on a horse with a gun."
"On a horse?" Cassidy furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "That's kind of western, don't you think?"
Stiles scrambled to look out from under the car at hearing his girlfriend's voice. "What are you doing here?"
She rose an eyebrow at him. "Saving your ass from Lydia's wrath." Said Banshee pointed at her in agreement. "So, they were taken, not killed?"
"That's what we wanted you two to find out." Scott pointed at Lydia and Malia.
"Malia, maybe you can find their scent." Stiles pulled himself into a standing position. "See if they are still alive or not."
"It's doubtful, but I'll try." She shrugged before the girl started transforming down into her coyote form. Stiles opened the back door for her to a get a whiff of a scent before she took off out of the impound.
Cassidy grabbed her forgotten clothes from the ground, folding them the best she could before placing them on the hood. "How long ago did this happen?"
"No more than 2 hours ago." Stiles answered her before diving into the backseat to find anything he could. They each took their own search of the car, hoping Lydia would sense something from her spot in the front seat.
"So, a guy on a horse shot through the window." Cassidy thought out loud, looking things over with Scott at the hood. "But why?"
"What do you mean?" The alpha asked the girl next to him with a cock of his head.
"Why wouldn't they shoot out the tires? It's clear the guy wanted to get straight to them without even trying to slow them down in the process."
"They had a goal in mind." Scott nodded, understanding where she was coming from.
"I'm not getting anything." Lydia groaned from behind the steering wheel.
Malia's howl broke through the air as she came trotting back over to them. Cassidy grabbed the pile of clothes and stood close by as the coyote turned back into her human form.
"I don't think they're dead." Lydia explained to her, getting out of the car along with Stiles.
"They're dead." Malia grabbed the shirt from Cassidy to put on. "Probably torn apart. The only thing I don't get is why there's no blood.
"They're not dead. If they were dead I'd sense it."
"If they were alive I'd smell it."
"Yeah I'm not getting anything either." Scott agreed with Malia.
Stiles turned to look at his best friend confused. "Scott, what are you talking about? You were in his head for four minutes, I timed it."
"Well, it's not an exact science." Scott shrugged. "And he's a kid, maybe he's to freaked out to remember."
"Maybe there's a whole lot we don't know either." Cassidy shrugged, handing Malia her shorts.
"Why does it matter if they're dead?" Malia questioned. "Dead is dead."
Stiles sighed, leaning back against the car. "Okay, if it's just a robbery we can't help them. And if it's something supernatural my dad can't help them."
"It sounds like you want it to be supernatural." Lydia put two and two together.
"It's been like three months since anything's happen." He looked at each of his friend's in front of him.
"Yeah, and once a week you drag me out of bed like I'm sort of supernatural metal detector." The strawberry blonde's words were pure venom.
"Okay, it is way more often than that."
"Not helping." Cassidy said under breath, running her fingers through her curly locks.
"Y-you can't tell me this is just some series of impossible coincidences."
Lydia rose a hand to stop him. "What I'm saying is maybe that wouldn't be so bad." She turned around and started walking away with Malia following with a flip of her hair. "Cassidy!"
"I'm good!" She called back, letting the two girls keep going.
Stiles glared after them, clearly annoyed that he didn't get the last word in the argument. He whipped around to Cassidy and Scott, but all they gave him was a shrug. He scoffed, stalking back towards the car and dropped into the driver's seat. He sat there, staring straight ahead out of the broken window.
Cassidy sighed and crouched down so she could rest her arms against the window ledge to be level with him. "It's just a broken windshield, baby."
"There's something wrong with it." His voice was gravely, clearly upset.
"It's broken." Scott leaned into the window above her. "And it wasn't a magic bullet. It was a regular bullet that blew out a regular windshield. Just like that one." He pointed to a car across from them. Then another and another.
But as the three looked at the different cars they started to notice a difference. With every other car that had been hit by a bullet, the windshield didn't blow out. It would splinter and create spider webs like cracks along the glass. But not one of them was completely blown out.
Stiles looked over the SUV again, grasping at a wide piece of glass that was sitting on the dashboard. "Magic bullet."
Scott and Cassidy both looked at each thinking the same thing, wanting to get him out of here.
"Dude, we've got to get going." Scott stood up, allowing Cassidy to do the same. "Your dad said we only had an hour before they were going to start investigating more."
The boy in the driver's seat sighed, rubbing his forehead aggressively. "Yeah, alright." He pulled himself out of the car, more or less slamming the door behind him.
The trio made their way back to the blue jeep sitting out front of the gate. Stiles dropped Scott off first, before the couple made their way back to the Snyder household. He parked the jeep in his usual spot on the curb before the two headed into the house.
"I'm back!" Cassidy yelled, dropping her keys on the front table. "And I brought a straggler."
"Rude." Stiles commented back, shutting the door behind him.
"Hey, Stiles." Carl called out from his spot lounging on the coach with Teresa next to him.
"Carl, Teresa." The young boy nodded at his girlfriend's parents.
"Where are the kids?" Cassidy looked around for her siblings as the two stood in the doorway of the living room.
"Kara's in bed and I think Andy's playing video games." Teresa sighed, clearly tired. "I thought you were going out."
"I did. And now I'm back."
The mother rolled her eyes before looking straight at Stiles. "Don't let her do anymore remodeling tonight."
"I'll try, but no promises." He smirked, pinching the back of Cassidy's arm, getting a hard smack on the arm in return.
"We'll be upstairs." She turned around, pushing on his shoulders to make him move. The two jogged up the stairs and headed down the hall towards her room. They heard yelling coming from Andy's room, assuming he was battling someone on his PlayStation, and kept walking. "You staying the night?" Cassidy asked, turning the lights on once they entered her room.
Stiles shrugged, dropping his keys on her desk. "It's probably the last night in a long time now that Isaac will be back."
"Stop being grouchy." She squinted up at him.
"I'm not grouchy. Just observant over the fact that Isaac won't be so keen over the idea." He could feel the side eye she was giving him, knowing he was digging himself in a hole over the odd talk of her best friend. "Not saying I'm not glad he will be back. I totally am." He raised his hands in defense. "I just also know how crazy protective of you he is. I admire that about him. One of the few things we have in common."
Cassidy rolled her eyes, but smirked none the less. Her focus went to the dark object wrapped around his right wrist to his hand. "What'd you do?" She nodded towards it.
He brought his hand close to his chest, looking down at the irritating brace. "Stupid shit with Scott."
"Oh, you are grouchy." She kicked off her shoes near her closet. "I'm going to get ice cream." And with that she left the room before he could have another say in it. It was just an all-around sucky night that he just wanted to forget with his girlfriend.
Stiles sat at her desk, playing the with Velcro of the brace wrapped around his wrist. It was going to get annoying real quick, and he might accidentally lose it just so he didn't have to deal with it anymore. Even though it's only been a few hours. That's when a dark blue, almost purple, logo caught his attention peeking out from under her stack of books. He didn't want to invade her privacy, but he was also nosey as hell and wanted to know what it was. He pulled the paper out and read 'NYU – TISCH' at the top along with a logo of a torch.
"We only have mint chocolate chip," Cassidy entered the room with the pint in hand, "so suck it up and deal with it."
"Cas, what's this?" His eyes still down at the paper.
She walked over to take a look at what he was talking about, when her mouth went dry at the sight. "It's nothing." She said, placing the ice cream on the desk along with the two spoons.
"Well it certainly looks like an admission letter to me." Stiles read the top, before looking up at her finally in confusion. "What's going on?"
She crossed her arms, trying to think of a simple way to explain it without him needing to know much more. "It's just a random college in New York. It's really nothing."
"Did you apply?"
"Y-yeah, but it doesn't matter." She closed her eyes not wanting to watch him as she shook her head and lied. "It's just another place I applied to for the hell of it."
He cleared his throat and set the paper back on the desk. Stiles knew he was about to dig to get all the information out of her. "What's the program?" He sat back in her chair, giving her his full attention.
She sighed, looking out the window before turning back to him. She knew he wouldn't let up. "It's the Tisch School of the Arts…at NYU."
"New York University?" His voice was pure surprise and excitement.
"Hence why it doesn't matter. I'm not gonna get in." She shrugged, acting like she knew what the future held instore for her. "I'm not good enough for that. It was just another application for music production that I can get anywhere else. The only reason I did it was because it was a tiny bit closer to D.C." She watched his eyes go wide at her confessing the reasons to him without even having to try. "No, take that damn look off your face. It's not happening get over it."
He closed his mouth, biting down on his lips to try to keep the smile off them. But he knew. He knew if she didn't somewhat want to get into this University she wouldn't have taken the time to even apply. But she did. Stiles knew her better than she'll ever know.
Stiles stood from his seat and placed his hands on either side of her neck. All of his aggravation from earlier that night was gone by just looking at those bright blue eyes. "You're going to get in." She went to argue back but he cut her off. "Stop being grouchy." He smirked using her words back at her. He shut her up before she could comment anything back with a kiss. She finally uncrossed her arm and slid them against his sides of the soft black t-shirt he wore.
She didn't know why, but with the mentions of college and the uncertainty of the future made her kiss him more forcefully. Knowing one thing was that the future brought separation between the both of them. Stiles could feel her need easily in the way her body rested closer to his. Without breaking their lips, he let his hands trace down her arms until he could pull her hands up around his neck. She moaned deep in her throat as he pulled her hips toward his. Officially no room left in between them. As Stiles' tongue swiped across her lower lip you could have sworn Cassidy turned to mush at the feeling. These are all things that the two had done before, multiple times, but it was all different tonight.
"I love you." Cassidy whispered against his lips before diving back in. Well, for a second until they were interrupted.
"Eww, that's gross." Andy gagged from the doorframe. Not wanting to walk in on his sister and boyfriend in any other position.
The two teens broke away to see the younger boy in the room. "Get out, creep." Cassidy glared at her brother.
"Close your door next time, loser."
"Sup, Andy." Stiles nodded towards him, a small smirk on his face knowing the siblings were about to fight and he was in for a show. He picked up the ice cream with a spoon and plopped on the bed to enjoy.
"Hey, Stiles." His disgusted face changed when he was addressed by the older boy to a soft smile.
"What can I so dearly help you with?" Cassidy gave him a sarcastic smile. In all honesty, they had already been fighting earlier that day because of Cassidy obsessive redecorating that had been occurring.
"I have a question about something I read." He pulled up the black book he had in his hand.
Cassidy's eyes immediately widened as she noticed what it was. "What are you doing with that?" She nearly screeched, stomping over to rip the book out of his hand. It was the journal Travis had left her that had his grandfather's writings on the supernatural. "Why did you take this out of my room? Why were you even in my room!"
"Because, I want to know more. I deserve to know more!" Andy battled right back, not letting his sister get the last of this.
"No, you don't. This doesn't have to involve you." She shook her head, placing the book on her desk.
"Are you serious?" He furrowed his eyebrows in anger. "Every time something happens in this stupid town you pretend like it's all handled, but if I remember correctly you just sent the whole family away a couple of months ago."
"That was for you own safety." Cassidy crossed her arms.
"Well it seems to me that you just like being the 'hero' of the family." He used finger quotes around the word. "It makes you feel better."
She choked at the words he used. "You cannot be serious right now? You have no idea-"
"-Exactly!" Andy was so frustrated. "I could help. Liam thinks-"
"Wait!" She held up her hands to backtrack for a second. "You've been talking to Liam?"
"Yeah. What? Am I not allowed to because he's one of your friends?"
At this point the Snyder siblings were both seeing red at each other, while Stiles sat on the bed wide eyed, a spoon of ice cream suspended in the air towards his mouth.
"Hey!" Carl yelled up the stairs towards his children. "If you guys wake up your sister, I swear, there will be hell to pay."
Andy looked back at his father then towards his sister again. "You leave in a few months for college. Who's going to watch the family then?" And on that note he turned on his heels and locked himself in his own room.
Cassidy simply stood there for a few seconds letting his words sink in. Andy literally hit the nail on the head with the fear that had been sinking deep into her chest. She was a few months away from leaving her family in this god forsaken town.
"Babe?" Stiles asked hesitantly, setting the ice cream on the bedside table.
She didn't say anything back, just softly closed her door before turning around to face plant on her bed next to him. "Family is complicated." Her voiced muffled out.
He held a soft smirk on his face and he let his hand smooth down her curly hair. "He's right."
Her head snapped up to look at him, fire burning him from her eyes. "About what? And use your next words very carefully."
"That it wouldn't be bad from him to start knowing some things."
Cassidy grunted as she got up to her knees, reaching over him to grab the ice cream that he had discarded.
"You've been telling your parents things, and that's great," Stiles continued, "but Andy's going to be in Beacon Hills High School. The number one school on the face of the earth that has more supernatural bullshit everyday than anywhere else. It wouldn't hurt."
She pouted as she ate the mint chocolate. "Do you think I have a hero complex?"
"Absolutely not." He pulled her so she leaned against him against her pillows. "But I do know you tend to want to keep everyone you love out of harm's way. And that's not a bad thing, but remember to let some of that weight fall on others shoulders as well."
"I just wish all our problems would magically go away." She played with the condensation on the pint, feeling his fingers run up and down her back to soothe her.
He nodded, thinking of the possibility. "Wish all our problems would just disappear."
The weather was warm, the sun was shining bright, and shorts were officially her wardrobe. The only thing holding Cassidy down was the fact that she was in school, and was desperately wanting the high school years of her life to be over. And right now, her English report on Edgar Allen Poe, which was supposed to write itself since he's one of her favorite authors, was the vain of her existence.
"I quit." She slammed her book shut, rattling the table Scott, Lydia, and herself was sharing outside in the courtyard of the school.
"3 months." Lydia sighed her response, as if she had to go over this same outburst with Cassidy a million times.
"Honestly what more could we possible 'learn' in just 3 more months?" She mumbled, looking up at her friends who were still looking down, doing their own work across from her.
"3 more months, Cassidy."
"Says the girl who could have graduated early. Why the hell are you still here?"
"The sheer joy of watching you wiggle in pain for another few months." The red head looked at her with a sarcasm induced smile upon her face.
Cassidy overly gasped at her words. "Do you hear this abuse, Scott?"
"Homework." The werewolf commented, trying to stay out of the two's battle of words.
"Where's Malia?" Stiles came rushing over to their table, backpack swinging on his body.
"Over there." Cassidy pointed across from her. "But she's-" Stiles ran off before she could finish. "-getting pictures done. Whatever, she'll kick his ass." Cassidy shrugged, opening her notebook to attempt to get back to work.
The next thing the three of them heard was Malia yell at Stiles, making them chuckle before quieting down as the two made their way over to them.
"You ruined it." Malia growled, perching on the top of the table next to where Lydia was sat.
"Why would I want to ruin your yearbook photo?" He asked, sounding like a kicked puppy.
"Maybe, because you haven't signed up for you own photo yet?"
"Yes, I did." Stiles pulled the paper out of his back pocket, opening it to show Malia.
"It's blank!" She pushed his hand away to let him look at it.
"Umm…" He looked at it in a very deep confusion.
"Or, maybe you're sublimating the stress of graduating by avoiding key milestones." Scott responded, finally looking up from his work to find his friends looking at him in astonishment. "Psych paper."
"Ohh." Lydia and Cassidy chorused.
Stiles shook his head and folded the paper back into this pocket, ready to deal with the missing writing on the paper later. "Hey, the deputy searched the car, no slugs and no exit holes. The address Alex gave my dad's an abandoned house." The thought alone gave him energy, bouncing on the toes of his feet. "Come on! Missing parents, suspicious guy on horseback, magic bullet. Who's coming with?"
"I've gotta retake my photos." Malia cocked her head.
Lydia shook her head at the thought. "Yeah, not interested."
Stiles' head turned next in line to Cassidy. "Cassidy Snyder." He gave her a big smile. "My beautiful, wonderful girlfriend."
"Stiles." She sighed, rubbing a hand across her forehead. "You know I can't. As much as I want to, I need all the help I can get to make one last impact for colleges."
He rolled his eyes before finally meeting Scott's.
"I cannot miss anymore classes."
"Scott-"
"-I missed 38 last semester-"
"-Scott-"
"Lydia's mom is the only reason I'm still in school. I can go after school!" Scott pronounced, hopeful that Stiles would take the bait. But no hook.
"You know what, forget it. I'll take Liam." The group looked over into the courtyard to find Liam and Hayden straddling a bench, playing a forceful game of tonsil hockey. "Yeah, I'm not taking Liam."
"Nope."
Cassidy put a smirk and rounded the table to where he was standing. "You wanna go make out in coach's office?" She played with the ends of the flannel he was wearing. She would play any game possible to try to detour him away from thinking again this 'investigation'.
"Don't you use your seductive ways on me." Stiles scoffed.
"I want you all to take note of who just turned who down here." She pointed at the opposite three.
"Hey! Can I get a candid?" Sydney bounced over to them with a camera in her hand.
"Ah, no." "Yeah, sure!" Stiles denied, while the four of them agreed. Scott and Lydia pulled him to sit down between them while Cassidy took the spot next to Lydia, leaning back into Malia's legs.
"Everyone smile." Sydney captured the scene before thanking them and walking away.
"See how easy it is to take a picture without harassment?" Malia shot Stiles a glare before heading back over to get in line for her own yearbook photo.
Cassidy went to the other side of the table to put her things away. "I need to head to my locker before final period. Walk with me?" She asked Stiles, pulling her bag on her back.
"As you wish m'lady." Stiles bowed and gestured for her to lead.
She rolled her eyes with a laugh. "We'll see you guys in a few." They said their goodbye's before heading back inside the school. "Things can wait 'til after school." She clasped their hands together, feeling the nerves in his body on edge.
"Says the girl who used be all 'Let's leave school. Let's skip class. Let's not even go.' What happen to that girl?" Stiles mimicked her, gesturing about.
"Did our conversation last night completely leave your mind in less than 24 hours?"
He sighed. "No, I get it." He squeezed her hand as the two stopped at her locker. He watched her put in her combination and let the metal door fall open. His eyes looked over the pictures and band decals she had slapped up the side. A specific one of her and Isaac when they were in France stood out to him. "So, did he say why he was coming back?"
Cassidy looked at him confused, but started to understand as she watched him point to the photo. "He said he's just done with France." She shrugged, swapping out her books. "I don't understand how you can just be done with France, I mean come on, it's France. But whatever floats his boat."
"I think he also misses you."
"Well duh, who wouldn't miss me."
Stiles shook his head with smile and a roll of his eyes. He watched as Liam and Hayden were strolling by. "Hey guys."
The two said their hellos and kept walking, but Cassidy had something else on her mind. "Liam Dunbar, get your skinny ass back here."
The boy stopped dead in his tracks at the tone of her voice, Hayden looking from her boyfriend back to the older girl in confusion. Liam cautiously turned back to one of his best friends and confidant. "I swear I didn't do it."
"Didn't do what?" Her hand went to her hip as she watched him try to figure out the situation he was in. Stiles and Hayden simply stood behind their significant other, watching in amusement.
"Whatever you're about to accuse me of?"
"Have you been hanging out with Andy?"
"Yeah." Liam adjusted his backpack. "Didn't think that would be a problem."
"It's not a problem, that's if you explain to me what you've been talking to him about with regards to our other life." She used her words wisely as their classmates were walking around them in the busy hallway.
"He's just been asking questions and I've been answering them."
"Well stop, he doesn't have to get involved yet. When the time comes, I'll take care of it." She crossed her arms trying to seem like she had the upper hand in the matter.
"You don't scare me." He raised his chin, trying to seem tough, but the two onlookers raised their eyebrows at him. "Okay, you might scare me sometimes, but I'm just trying to help."
"Great." She gave him a sarcastic smile before slamming her locker shut and turning back towards him. "But this help can wait until I'm out of this school." Cassidy gave him one last glare before grabbing Stiles' hand to walk away.
"You're sexy when you're authoritative." Stiles whispered in her ear as he pulled her close around the waist.
"Oh, so now you want to take up my offer of making out?" She giggled, his lips ghosting over her cheek.
"Dude, we're going!" Scott ran up to the two, breaking up their moment.
Cassidy let her head fall back as the supernatural once again was taking over their lives. At the point, why was she even surprised by it.
"Seriously?" Stiles basically squeaked his response which Scott nodded quickly. "Cas?"
She sighed but pointed towards the door. "Go."
He gave her a giant kiss before the two boys made their way towards the exit. Cassidy walked into the classroom walking past the two empty front desks towards her seat horizontal to Lydia's front desk.
"Where's thing 1 and thing 2?" The redhead asked, looking back at her.
"Dumb & Dumber have decided they were going to go investigate anyways."
She rolled her eyes. "They really need to get out of this town."
"Couldn't agree more." Cassidy took her books out of her bag as their History teacher began to talk about today's lesson. It was those moments that she wished Mr. Yukimura was still their teacher. The door was opened quickly grabbing everyone's attention as Stiles and Scott were roughly pushed into the room by Ms. Martin.
"I believe these two belong to you right now." She gave her coworker a soft smile before glaring back at the two boys. She quickly turned on her heel and left.
The boys huffed and dropped into their seats. "How'd investigating go?" Cassidy whispered to Stiles in front of her. He simply dropped his head on her desk, eyes closed in irritation.
"I keep feeling like it's familiar." Stiles told Cassidy and Lydia as they exited the school. "You know, like I've ever heard it before."
Scott and Stiles went to the house after school had finally let out. And from what Stiles had told the two girls, the house was empty. There were no signs as if an entire family had lived there. It was abandoned, expect from Alex's room. And if that wasn't weird enough Stiles had seen what the weird man that they assumed Alex was talking about and even shot at Stiles. But he just disappeared.
That's why they were there. He immediately called up the two girls and started their search in the school library.
"Pensée civage?" Lydia said, gaining strange looks from the two on her right. "It's French. A lingering thought you can't reach."
Stiles sighed, flipping through the book. "Okay…well, is there a French word for an overwhelming sense of urgency and impending doom?"
"You mean the French word for our life?" Cassidy said sarcastically, between the two of them.
"Féminine un fille phantom?"
"Seriously?!" Cassidy almost shrieked, while Stiles was wide-eyed.
"It's the French word for Banshee."
The boy sighed, coming to a halt to look at her. "Okay, well what does your Banshee intuition say this is?"
"That you don't have to figure it all out right this second." The two stood facing each other.
"But this kid-this kids got no one. You know and…" Stiles stopped, flipping through the pages, trying to find something. "There's a reason why, there's got to be."
"Maybe there's something we missed." Cassidy tried to negotiate with him.
He slammed the book shut, looking at her dejected. "Dude. Horse. Shooting at me. Disappearing. Not much more I could have missed."
"Give this man a ride, sweet family will die." Lydia whispered, staring off into the distance from them. "Killer on the road."
The couple looked at her in utter confusion with the lyrics she just said.
"Riders on the Storm?" Stiles asked.
"What?" Lydia pulled out of the trance, while at the sound of the name something inside Cassidy just clicked.
"That's a song Rider on the Storm."
"I have no idea where that came from."
"I do." Cassidy called out, grabbing both of their attentions. "The Ghost Riders."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Stiles was getting more and more annoyed by the second.
"I just read about it in Travis' Bestiary. It's called the Wild Hunt." She looked back and forth to the two like a tennis match. "The Ghost Riders come in by storm literally riding horse and just take people out of thin air."
"Are you serious?" Stiles simply stared at her.
Cassidy swallowed heavily, thinking he was upset with her that she didn't come up with it sooner. "Y-yes…they just disappear."
Before she had time to process what was happening, Stiles rushed towards her to kiss her hard on the lips, holding her face to him. "Goddamn it, you're so smart." He gave her a ridiculous smile, before turning to Lydia. "Lydia-"
"-Do not touch me." She held up a finger to me to stop.
"Got it." He nodded before kissing Cassidy one last time, before running off back towards the school. "Love you, Cassidy Snyder!"
She couldn't help the love-doted smile as she watched him run away, happy that she could actually help him.
"You both are gross." Lydia smirked.
"Proud of it." Cassidy stuck her hands deep in her pockets, turning back towards the task at hand. "What do you feel?"
"Something's not right. And it's getting closer."
"Okay, we need to find out everything and anything." The two started back towards the school. "Text Malia, tell her to get here ASAP."
Malia met the two and they started doing as much research as they could think of on the spot in one of the classrooms. Thankfully everyone was more focused on lacrosse tonight than the girls in the classroom.
"When did you first have the premonition?" Malia asked, thoroughly confused.
"I was with Cas and Stiles." Lydia started.
"Lydia started spewing out lyrics and I put two-and-two together and figured out it was the Wild Hunt." Cassidy leaned back on the teacher's desk.
Lydia nodded. "The riders. The horses. Souls getting swept up." She turned the computer to let Malia take a look.
"Those who see the Wild Hunt beware, for you are already lost." The coyote read off the screen.
Cassidy sat up straight as the words fully. "Those that see are lost. He saw the horses!" Her throat started tightening as the panic was setting into her body. "He saw the Wild Hunt! Where's Stiles?!" She jumped off the desk looking back and forth between the girls.
Malia gave her a confused look. "Who's Stiles?"
Her breathing stopped as Cassidy heard her answer, knowing the unfortunate was already starting. "Lydia? Do you?"
"Sweetie, who are you talking about?" She shut the computer, giving her friend her full attention.
Cassidy couldn't even say anything as the girls just watched her deteriorate in front of them with a situation they were already forgetting. She ran out of the room, letting the sound of them calling behind her echo down the halls. She needed to find Stiles. She needed to see him. To know he was still here. She couldn't lose him.
She raced around the school trying to find him. He couldn't be gone yet. He had to be here somewhere. As she rounded the corner of the parking lot, the side entrance opened, finding Stiles running out of the double doors.
"Stiles!" Her voice soared across the lot, as her body came running to his.
"Cassidy! You know me?" His eyes wide, grabbing a tight grip of her as she came to a stop in front of him, her head nodding rapidly. "Thank God you know me."
"I know you, handsome." Her own hands grasping his flannel to not let him go. "I think everyone else is starting to forget, though."
At that moment, the wind started picking up, like a storm was upon them. But something wasn't right. As Cassidy looked up at Stiles, he was focused on something in the distance. "What is it? Tell me what's going on."
"Do you see him?" Stiles turned her around, pointing at just the empty corridor.
"See who?" She looked left and right but there wasn't anyone.
"The guy on the horse."
She felt her body beginning to panic even more so and her eyes began to tear. "Stiles, if you see them…that means you're-"
"-No, no. Hey," he held her neck so she was paying attention to his eyes, hoping to calm her down, "Cassi, they are coming for me, so I need you to go. You have to get away from me right now!"
"NO!" She sobered up quick at his words. "I'm not leaving you! I'm never leaving you!"
He was upset, scared, and angry at the fact that she wouldn't just do as he wished for once. He wanted her out of harm's way. But he knew she would fight and claw to be by his side even if he ran away himself. "Alright." Stiles looked back and forth from her to the Ghost Rider. "Come with me."
He grabbed her hand and the two started running down the sidewalk, running from whatever forms Stiles was seeing in front of him. They went to the left just to have them go to the right, each time Stiles back tracking them from what she assumed was the Ghost Riders closing in.
"Where are they?" She looked around at the empty school lot, trying to get some clue on where not to run to.
"They're everywhere." His voice broke, trying to keep both of them safe but it was becoming harder and harder to do so. "Alright, come on! Come on!" He pulled her towards his jeep that was sitting across from them. "Cassidy, whatever you do. Don't look at them or try to get a look at them! Okay? They will take you too! Just please don't look at them!"
"I won't! I promise!"
The two jumped into their sides of the jeep, Stiles fumbling with his keys. It reminded her so clearly of the night Donovan died. The night everything changed for them. Stiles finally got the key in the ignition but as he looked up out of the windshield he stopped.
"Stiles, we have to go. We can't hide it out in the jeep this time!" Cassidy reached across to start the jeep but he grabbed her hand to stop her.
He held her hand tightly, refusing to look at her. He reached over with his left hand and pulled the keys out of the ignition. "There's no time." He whispered before finally looking into her eyes.
"Please, please don't give up now." She pleaded with him.
"I'm not giving up." He shook his head, turning completely in his seat to see her. Their fingers locking tightly together, fitting perfectly like they always have. "Cassi, I'm gonna be erased. Just like Alex. You're going to forget me."
"I won't." Her eyes swimming with tears as she refused to look anywhere else but at him. "I can't ever forget you."
"You will." He whispered, staying strangely calm which was making her seem more and more dramatic. "You have to find some way to remember me." He brushed the loose curls away from her face, brushing her cheek. "Remember how I took you to that stupid party on our first date where neither of us wanted to be after I fumbled my way through asking you out in school." The two let out a watery laugh at the memory. "Remember how it feels to hold your hand," he squeezed her tighter, "and it what it's like to be held when you need it the most. Remember how you have saved me over and over."
"You saved my life." At that point Cassidy couldn't even help the tears that were slowly falling down her cheeks.
Stiles studied her face again, even though he knew it better than anyone. He knew what was about to happen, but the thought of never seeing her again led him to studying her. To being able to draw her with only using his memory. "Remember…remember you're my first everything and you're going to be last, pretty girl."
Before she could respond the door was swung open and his body being to be jolted back. She tried to grab onto him with all her might, but she wasn't strong enough. She felt a snap against her wrist and then he was gone. There was no trace of him anywhere insight, like he was never sitting beside her two seconds ago.
And as she sat there, with her world being torn from her it felt like her heart was ripped out of her chest. It was unsettling. It's a strange thing thinking about something that is gone. It's the same as when you think about how you can't remember anything before you're born or how one day you'll die while the world keeps moving. It's just empty and utterly terrifying.
But as Cassidy sat in the Jeep pleading with herself to remember the freckled boy who had stolen her life her tears came to a halt. She slowly exited the Jeep, her body in a daze and she kept repeating his name over and over. She wasn't paying attention where she was walking, lazily going across the parking lot. She jumped in fright as a car honked their horn at her as she had just walked out in front of them.
As she got out of the way and her heart beat came back down, something felt different to her.
Suddenly she was looking around confused on what she was just doing.
She couldn't remember why she was there.
And then there was nothing.
Episode 1! This is going to be fun, can't wait to have Isaac back!
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