Ok, firstly I want to say that I WAS going to post this chapter yesterday BUT when I went to copy and paste I accidentally deleted the chapter so I had to rewrite this ENTIRE chapter all over again, but I'm glad I did because this one is better than the last one. I hope you like it as much as I do and please as always review. Thank you for everyone who reviewed last chapter, and those who have favorite-d and followed. So here is the next chapter.
After school had ended Rachel finally seemed to think her visions of her brother had stopped and she could focus more on her new internship. When she got to the police department she found it to be quite the quiet environment something she really needed. "Can I help you?" the officer behind the desk asked as she smiled.
"Um…I'm here to see Drake Evans, I'm the new intern," she smiled as the man pointed down the right hall.
"Last door on your left," he said as she smiled and walked down the hall and made the left seeing Drake sitting on the floor with a bunch of boxes and papers.
"What are you doing?" she laughed sitting next to him grabbing one of the files.
"Sheriff asked me to look at old cases seeing if anything stood out of the ordinary, I don't know why he is doing this, but I'm just obeying orders," he sighed as Rachel opened the file in her hand seeing a picture of her mom. Drake slowly pulled the file from her hands as she tried looking away. "I'm sorry," he whispered as she shook her head.
"No, I'm fine, it was almost ten years ago," she shrugged clearing her throat.
"Hey, if you and your brother ever need a place…"
"Thanks," she smiled cutting him off. "So…" she changed the subject with a cheerier voice. "What do you need help with."
"Actually," he rubbed the back of his neck, "I'm good here, you're better off seeing if Sheriff Stilinski needs help," he smiled as she nodded taking another glance at the folder he held. "Go on," he laughed as she stood up and smirked at him. Rachel walked down the hall and into the Sheriff's office where more boxes and files lay.
"Um…do you need help?" she asked as Sheriff Stilinski looked up and smiled at the young girl.
"Actually I do. Go to that pile over there and start going through the files seeing if you can find anything unusual, if you do put it in this pile," he said as she looked at the already massive pile.
"Unusual?" she questioned as Mr. Stilinksi stopped and looked at her. "You mean like something like me?"
"Pretty much," he said as she faked being insulted her mouth sarcastically dropping. She laughed and knelt next to a few boxes before going to work.
"I don't get why we spend so much money for someone to just steal them from the grave like they did last year," Stiles groaned walking in his dad's office with a giant bouquet of flowers. "What are you two doing?" he asked looking at both his dad and Rachel digging through the files.
"To my recent eye opening of what is out in the universe I am going back through old files since I became Sheriff to see if the supernatural had any partake of theses cases."
"Woman claims to have seen strange lizard like creature," Stiles read aloud as his dad pointed for him to put it on the pile.
Rachel zoned out finding a file that seemed to bring back memories. Two teenagers find dead mechanic, girl claims she slipped on oil. She read thinking of when she and Stiles went to the mechanics and Jackson almost attacked them.
"Where is are these going anyway?" Stiles spoke up pulling her from her memory as she glanced at the box closest to her.
"Mr. McCall?" she spoke up confused and baffled.
"Yeah, we'll talk about that later," Sheriff Stilinski pointed at his son who looked at Rachel who shrugged her shoulders in confusion. After a few hours spent looking through file after file Rachel called it a night. "Go on home," Mr. Stilinski said taking a file from her hand. "Besides your shift ended an hour ago," he laughed as she yawned.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" Mr. Stilinski nodded and she walked out of the police department getting in the car she drove back to the McCall residence.
"Your dinner is in the oven," Mrs. McCall smiled as Rachel smiled back.
"I'm not all that hungry tonight, is it ok if I just go to bed?"
"Sure," Mrs. McCall said nicely.
"Can I eat the leftovers?" Scott and Isaac spoke up. Rachel ignored her brother and best friend argue over who was going to eat her dinner and retired to her room after changing into her pajamas she sat at her mirror and began brushing her hair. She closed her eyes already falling asleep at the mirror but quickly opened her eyes. Camden stood in the corner. When she turned around he was gone anger of being followed flowed in her blood. She climbed into bed and turned off the light drifting off to sleep she took a deep breath.
"Good night, Rachel," Camden's voice echoed in her head just before she fell asleep.
At school the next day Rachel walked into Coach Finstock's economics class tired and ready for free period which was directly after his class. "You ok?" Scott asked as she sat in her normal seat by the window.
"I'm fine, why?" she questioned looking at him funny.
"No reason, I was just wondering," he said almost confused. As she opened her book Stiles took the seat between her and Scott and began writing on a notepad his head held low to the paper.
"Stiles?" she whispered so Coach couldn't hear her, but he didn't give her a response. He looked as if he was in a trance and it sent a chill down her spine.
"Stilinski?" Coach spoke up directing his question at Stiles who gave him the same answer as he did Rachel, silence.
"Stiles," Rachel spoke up shaking Stiles.
"Ms. Lahey, please do not give him the answer," Coach reprimanded her even though she had no idea what he asked.
"Stiles," she whispered again but got no response and she saw Coach was getting impatient which was never a good thing. Coach began to blow his whistle and everyone in the class room plugged there ears.
"Stilinski!" Coach yelled as Stiles sat up. "I asked you a question."
"Sorry, Coach, what was the question?" Stiles asked sounding embarrassed.
"The question was, are you paying attention back there, Stilinski?"
"I…I am now Coach," Stiles answered before looking to Rachel. Coach began continuing with his lesson when Stiles turned to Scott. "I fell asleep again."
"No," Rachel whispered looking at him funny as he looked at her.
"You weren't asleep," Scott added on as Stiles looked at them like he had gone crazy. Rachel took a glance at the notepad seeing what Stiles had written. 'Wake up' in nearly forty different fonts in forty different patterns. A cold chill came over her body before she tried ignoring what was going on and began writing what Coach was writing on the board. After the bell rang releasing them for free period she followed Scott and Stiles out to the picnic tables by the bus stop. Soon Allison, Lydia, and Isaac joined them.
"Something is really going seriously wrong," Rachel spoke up as everyone looked at her like she hadn't been in the same school for a month.
"Really Sherlock, we had no idea," her brother said sarcastically as she squinted at him. Stiles grabbed her hand and she seemed to calm down a little.
"So what happens to people who have a near death experience coming out seeing weird visions?" Scott asked.
"Or a demonic dead aunt," Allison said coldly.
"They get locked up in the nut house," Isaac joked as everyone stared at him.
"Can you be helpful for once," Stiles snapped. Rachel began ignoring the conversation.
"I have something to say," she spoke up as Lydia smiled knowing what she was about to add onto the pile of the funny farm patients. Are you nuts shut up! She thought to herself. You didn't go through the same thing they did. You can't explain what's causing your hallucinations.
"I'm not a hallucination," Camden spoke up as she looked around the campus.
That is all what this is, my subconscious is just bringing back memories to fill in the void.
"Rachel?" Allison asked pulling her back to reality.
"Yes?" Rachel spoke looking at everyone who stared at her. "Sorry, I…I forgot," she said softly and embarrassed as everyone returned to the conversation.
"I think I can help you," a girl spoke up walking over as everyone looked at her. "Sorry, I couldn't help but overhear. But what your talking about in Tibetan they call it bardo."
"And who are you?" Lydia asked with a snarky tone.
"Kira," Scott answered as Rachel remembered. "She's in our History class," he added looking at Stiles and Rachel.
"So are you talking about Tibetan Buddhism or Tibetan Indian?" Lydia asked with the same tone she started with.
"Either or I guess," Kira said sitting next to Rachel.
"It's when you go through a set of stages seeing or hearing peaceful deities or wrathful deities," she said acting all normal.
"Wrathful deities?" Isaac asked sounding just as dumbfounded as the entire table looked.
"Demons," Kira added with a smile. The bell rang and Rachel was the first to get up, Stiles following after her, Scott following him.
"We need answers," Rachel said as the boys caught up to her. "I'm sure Deaton would have some clue of what the hell is going on," she said bitterly as the guys looked at her strangely.
"Well we were going to see him tonight, if you want to come," Stiles said as she nodded politely. "I'll pick you up at the Police Department then," he said as she nodded again and walked to her next class holding tightly onto Stiles hand her mind going a mile a minute. After classes were over for the day Isaac drove her to the Police Department and left her.
She walked into the back room where she found it to be far more cleaner then it had been the day before. "Wow you clean up fast," she joked as she found Drake with a notepad doing a stock check.
"Yeah, you need to be quick at this job," he joked throwing her a notepad, "this will go faster if you helped me. Start back there and just check off if the boxes or supplies are in the right space. Rachel walked down an aisle and began looking at the inventory on the shelves checking off as she went. As she moved down the shelves she looked at one of the top shelves and began checking its inventory when the weight from the last shelf gave way and began to fall. It felt like it was going in slow motion and Rachel was frozen in her spot covering her face readying for the impact. Someone had tackled her and she opened her eyes when the rubble crashed on the ground as she gasped for air.
"You're ok, Rachel, you're ok," Camden said calmly laying on the ground next to her as if he saved her.
"Rachel are you ok?" Drake asked nervously running over to her helping her up. She looked around, Camden was gone, a pile of office supplies were scattered on the floor behind her. "I told them to fix that shelf," he said angrily looking at the supplies on the floor. "Are you ok?" he asked again as she slowly nodded still in shock. Drake brought her to the front and sat her in the front desk instructing her to enter data into the computer. Writing a note to the front desk Drake returned to the backroom to finish inventory. As her shift ended and she checked out she could hear Stiles honking from the front parking lot.
"I'll see you Monday, and thanks again for saving me," she smiled at Drake who smiled and nodded as she left the police department and got in Stiles' jeep. Afraid to tell Stiles what happened she listened to the music he played on the short ride to the Animal Clinic. As they walked into the Animal Clinic Deaton and Scott stood waiting. Stiles went to explain what happened in his daydream at school and Deaton listened with interest.
"It is your subconscious trying to communicate with you," Deaton finally spoke up.
"Well can't my subconscious use a language I actually know," Stiles said impatiently as Rachel took his hand which instantly calmed him down.
"Well do you remember what the sign language looked like. Like the motion and directions the hands went?"
"You know sign language?" Scott asked looking at Deaton impressed.
"Only a little," he said as Stiles began explaining what the signs were doing. "When is a door not a door?" Deaton asked as Rachel looked at him funny knowing she had heard that before.
"When it's a jar," Scott whispered as Rachel smiled knowing she heard it as a riddle.
"A riddle? My mind is telling me a riddle?" Stiles asked uninterested. "Not exactly," Deaton said. He then went to tell them that when they went from unconscious to a super unconscious that it opened a 'door' to their minds and that they each must close it. Thanking him the guys went to leave.
"I'll be out in a minute," Rachel said to Stiles as he nodded and followed Scott to the exit.
"I knew you have been wanting to ask me something the second you got here," Deaton laughed as she nodded slowly.
"Remember the night they went in the ice tubs, they were looking for me everyone else right?" she started as Deaton nodded. "Well ever since I don't know a day or so ago I have been in the same boat as them, I never was with them, how can my 'door' be opened? I think I'm seeing my brother Camden because I miss him," she said nervously as Deaton looked at her. He sighed and she looked at him funny.
"Your subconscious is not conjuring him up because you miss him, you did open that door to your mind."
"When?" she asked with a rude tone. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
"It's ok," he laughed, "remember the night Scott bit you?" Rachel nodded. "Remember why he bit you?"
"Yes, Jackson attacked me and I was going to die, he saved me."
"Well you did die, only for a minute or two."
"I passed out, there's a difference. My soul didn't leave me," she said snooty as Deaton laughed.
"No it didn't, but you went into what they went into to find you, a super subconscious just barely alive. Where on a EKG it would think you were dead," he answered.
"So because of that night, I am now crazy just like my friends."
"None of you are crazy, but you do need to shut the doors of your minds."
"Or else what?" she spoke up knowing he wanted to say it.
"Just go home, Rachel, we'll talk later. Find a way to close the doors," he said guiding her to the front door. Rachel left ready to tell the guys what was wrong with her when she noticed they had left her.
"Are you kidding me!" she screamed seeing Stiles' jeep was gone and so was Scott's bike. Angrily she walked home.