Disclaimer: I own nothing yada yada yada. Cept Cat. cuz she's badass!
AN: welcome to the sequel! keep the reviews coming so I keep writing. I'm trying to be careful with what I write and put up, hoping I don't contradict myself later, although, I'm sure last year, I always found a way around it...
really, Erica better NOT be dead! and if she really is, can Cat save her so she's not dead in my story? I dunno yet, I'm just speculating in my head because I dunno how Cat is going to be if her bestest friend , the one who knew her before all this :s is gone. i'm heartbroken. she's my fav female.
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Scott grew silent again and absently rubbed at his arm and Cat cocked her head to the side as she stared at him. He had been so good at blocking her in general before she left but now he seemed to be out of practice, his thoughts loud and clear for her to hear without even touching him. She dropped Isaac's hand and stepped over to him, grabbing his hand and chuckling at what she saw.
"A motorcycle and a tattoo? Should I be worried?"
"No." he replied with a small pout. "It's gone."
"Because you're a werewolf and it heals." Derek called over to them.
"Can you help me?" Scott asked. "If you want to repay the favour back now, you can tell me how you did your tattoo."
"Go to the table." Derek instructed, "You too Cat. Let me finish with Isaac and I'll do it."
Both teens walked into the other room, Scott sitting on a chair as Cat perched on the table. Stiles walked through the front door, stopping in surprise at seeing Cat there.
"You're back." He exclaimed. "And you're hair, it's different."
She held out her arms and he came to give her a hug. Cat smiled against him, happy to see her friends again. When he pulled away, he frowned at seeing the bruise that was still visible on her forehead. Sure she healed faster but not werewolf fast.
"What happened to you?"
"I was in an accident on my way into town."
"That was you?" Stiles asked in disbelief. "I heard it over my dad's police scanner."
"Yup, something caused it."
"The same something that caused Lydia's?"
Cat looked in between the two guys. "Lydia was in an accident? What caused hers?"
"A deer ran right through her windshield." Stiles told her.
The blonde teen shook her head in disbelief. "Ours was a werewolf. They took Isaac right after and well-" She gestured to Isaac before launching into the story again about everything that happened to her since the accident. By the time she was done, Derek had joined them and sat on the chair across from Scott, his eyes flashing red as he looked at the young werewolf's arm.
"I see it. Two bands right?"
Scott nodded.
"What does it mean?"
"I don't know." Scott replied, moving his other hand to trace the tattoo in the dirt beside Cat's leg. "It's just something I traced with my finger."
Derek stared at it before turning back to Scott with an amused look in his eyes. "Why is this so important to you?"
"Do you know what the word tattoo means?"
"To mark something." Stiles answered for him with a wink and a smug smile at Derek.
"That's in Tahitian. In Samoan it means open wound."
Cat and Derek turned to look at Scott.
"I knew I wanted to get a tattoo when I turned 18, I always wanted one. I decided to get it now to make it a kind of reward."
"For what?" Derek asked.
"For not begging Cat to stay here with me, for not leaving to go find her and bring her back. For not begging her to give me another chance when I still had no idea what I was doing." Scott replied, not meeting anyone's eyes. "For not calling or texting Allison all summer, even when I wanted to. Even when it was so hard not to sometimes. I was just trying to give her the space she wants."
Derek nodded in understanding as Scott sighed.
"And now 4 months later and it still hurts. It still feels like a-"
He faltered and Cat finished his thought for him. "Like an open wound."
"Yeah."
Derek gave another nod of understanding and Cat was actually impressed by the sympathetic look on his face. It looked as though the four months she had been gone had changed everyone.
"The pain is going to be greater then anything you've ever felt." Derek warned him.
"That's great." Stiles muttered.
"Do it." Scott said as Derek picked up a blow torch and lit it.
"You can't be serious." Cat cried.
"That's a lot for me, so I'll take that as my cue." Stiles went to move outside and Cat got off the table to follow, not really wanting to see the show either.
Derek stuck out a hand to grab Stiles as a foot shot out to stop Cat. "nope, I need you two to hold him down."
"Again with the can't be serious." Cat said as Derek pushed her back so she was sitting in Scott's lap and Stiles moved behind him, grabbing his shoulders.
"very serious." Derek told her.
"I don't want a front row seat."
"Then don't look but don't move from him either."
"I hate you." She told him.
"No you don't but thanks for trying to make me feel better."
Cat cocked her head to the side as she stared at him. "Was that- was that a joke? Did you just joke? Maybe you did get laid this summer."
"Shut up." He told her with a small smile as he brought the torch closer to Scott's arm.
The flame touched his skin and Scott began to scream and struggle against them as his eyes burned amber, his fangs coming out.
"Hold him." Derek instructed.
"I'm trying." Stiles replied through gritted teeth.
Cat repositioned herself so she was looking at Scott as she grabbed his face and forced him to look at her.
"Don't." Scott groaned, trying to pull away from her.
"Look at me." She snapped, feeling her own arm start to burn. He finally met her eyes and Cat kept eye contact as his screams died down and her skin burned but she forced her own screams away as she continued to look at him until Derek was finished.
When he was done, Scott slumped in his seat, the pain still a lot to handle as Derek pulled Cat off of the younger wolf and sat her in a chair, applying an ice pack to her arm that he had hidden away. She looked down to see it was the kind you pop to make cold.
"How did you-" She began but was cut off by Derek who answered with a roll of his eyes.
"Please, I know you. You'll help anyone you can. It'll get you killed one day."
"It will not." She replied with a pout, pulling the ice pack away to see the angry red blisters on her skin. "At least mine's not permanent."
"Mine is, it worked." Scott cried.
"ow." Cat cried, reminding him of her pain.
"You shouldn't have done that." He told her.
"I didn't feel like having you wolf out and throwing Stiles and myself all over the place, a thank you very much."
Scott stood up, still admiring his new tattoo as he grabbed his jacket.
"Look, we'd love to stay and chat but we need to check out what happened at school." Stiles explained.
"What happened?" Cat asked, remembering that's why Stiles had met them.
"Crows, all just attacking our English class or something. A ton of them."
"A murder of them." Cat replied.
"No, they didn't murder anyone."
The blonde rolled her eyes. "No, that's what a pack of crows are. A murder. Which is really creepy if you ask me."
"Want to come check it out?" Stiles hopefully asked.
She shook her head, following the guys to the door. "I'm going to wait for Isaac to wake up."
"so are you guys together now or something?"
Cat grinned as she nodded.
"So you two…" He looked between Scott and Cat as both shook their heads. Stiles nodded and stepped closer to the door but Cat grabbed Scott's hand, stopping him.
"Look, what you said back there about me-"
"Don't." Scott told her. "Me asking you to stay would have been unfair. Having you wait around while I figure stuff out would be unfair. You seem happy with him." He indicated towards Isaac.
"I am." She softly replied.
"Then be happy Cat, you deserve it." Scott opened the door, turning to say goodbye to Cat when he frowned, looking at the door. "You painted the door."
The petite teen turned to look at Derek whose head shot up as the younger wolf's exclamation.
"Why'd you paint the door?"
"Go home Scott."
Scott stared at the door, his hand tracing over it. "Why only one side?" He flicked his hand, letting his claws come out and Cat put a hand on his to stop him.
"Scott." She whispered. "Do what Derek says, go home."
He gently pushed her aside as he began to scratch the door.
"Scott." Derek warned him, moving to stand beside Cat and watching as Scott revealed the symbol Cat had first seen right after the Kanima incident.
Scott's hand traced it. "The birds at school, the deer last night, just like the night I got trampled by the deer's when I was bitten by the alpha." He looked at Derek as realization struck him. "How many are there?"
Derek sighed. "A pack of them… an alpha pack."
"All of them? How does that even work?" Stiles mused.
"There's some kind of a leader, he's called Deucalion. We know they have Boyd and Erica. Peter and I have been looking for them for the past four months."
"Say you find them, how do you deal with an Alpha pack?" Scott asked.
"With all the help I can get."
"Why would Cat and Isaac leave then?" Stiles asked
Derek looked at Cat who helplessly shrugged, knowing that keeping this from them was now going to come and bite them in the ass.
"What? What are you not telling us?" Scott asked, looking between the two.
"It's what we were alluding to in the car." Cat explained. "If the Alpha's find out about me, about what I am and what I can do. They'll kill me."
"What? Why?" Stiles asked.
"Seers have a deep rooted histories with Wolves." She quietly explained. "They were a part of the pack and one day when one was accidentally bitten, she went insane and there was a huge murder spree and the alpha pack ordered all Seers to be killed. Some escaped and well, here I am, trying to stay hidden."
"How come no one told me?" Scott asked, angry and frustrated.
Cat only shrugged, looking at Derek, who wasn't meeting anyone's eyes.
"Where is she?" Isaac asked as he sat up. Everyone turned to look at him, Stiles pointing at Cat, whose eyes widened when she realized who he was talking about.
"Oh no." She muttered.
"Where's the girl?" Isaac asked.
"What girl?" Derek asked, looking confused.
"The one who saved him." Cat said, moving towards Isaac. "She was in the hospital, she was discharged to you as well. I- I didn't see her when I was looking for you."
"What girl?" Derek asked again.
"we don't know her name." Cat snapped.
"Tell me, what happened?" Derek demanded Isaac.
"I- I don't know." Isaac replied uncertainly. "I can't remember."
Derek threw his hands up in disgust. "Great, that doesn't help us, at all."
"Calm down." Cat snapped, "Or are you forgetting I'm even here?"
"I don't think that's a good idea." Isaac whispered, huddling in on himself.
"It's a great idea." Cat shot back.
"Look," Derek interrupted them. "Scott, Stiles, go home, we're going to take Isaac home."
Scott ignored him, looking towards Cat.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow." She promised.
He nodded, the two teens leaving and Cat went to grab Isaac to help him to the car.
"No." he said fending her off. "I know you Cat, you're going to try and see something and I'm not strong enough to hold you off."
"What's the big deal?"
"Because they almost killed me, I remember that much. What would happen to you if you went through that?"
Cat sighed, letting Derek help him into the car. She got into the back and all three went home, the ride completely quiet. When they arrived, Derek put Isaac on the couch before joining Cat in the kitchen.
"I can do it while he sleeps."
"No." Derek stated. "The fact that he's too afraid to have you in his mind when he doesn't even know what happened to him is enough to make me pause. I know another way."
"Which would be?"
"Peter. He knows how to extract memories the same way the Alpha's did."
"Why can't you do it then?"
"Because I just can't." Derek snapped. "I'm going to track him down, who the hell knows where he is today."
Cat rubbed at her temples, feeling far too tired and she had just gotten back in to town, what was it, a couple days ago?
"Go get some rest Catalina." Derek gently told her. "You have school tomorrow."
"And I'm supposed to go with everything going on?"
"Yes."
"I can home school." She muttered to herself.
"No, you can't. You're not drawing more attention to yourself." He picked up his phone and called Peter, having a brief conversation with him before turning back to Cat.
"He'll be here tomorrow morning. Which is good, Isaac needs to rest and so do you."
Cat threw her hands up in disgust, "Really? I'm this close to taking him and going back on the road away from all this shit."
"No, we need you guys."
"Even poor little human me?" She sarcastically asked.
His response was to get up and motion her to follow him. She did, down into the basement where he had a large trunk that he motioned for her to open. She did, her jaw dropping in shock and disbelief at all the weapons it contained, bows, crossbows, guns and ammo galore.
"Seriously?" She breathed.
"It's all yours."
"Thank you." She squealed, standing up and throwing her arms around him. He looked uncomfortable but Cat didn't care, she was too excited by what he gave her. When she released him, she knelt in front of the trunk again, pulling out the various guns checking them over and trying to figure out the best way to hide them on herself.
"You know, most girls are excited by like jewellery and clothes and shoes even but give me weapons anyday."
He made a small noise of amusement and Cat stopped turning to look at him.
"Derek, when did you realize Erica and Boyd didn't run away but were kidnapped?"
"The longer time went on when they didn't contact any of us, I started to think so. Erica would've messaged you at the very least."
She sighed. "Do you think they're still alive?"
"Yes." He whispered. "if they were dead, they would make sure I'd know."
They were interrupted from discussing it further by her phone buzzing. She pulled it out, seeing it was a message from Scott, asking her if she wanted to go out to some party. She declined, telling him she would catch up with him tomorrow. She loaded one of the guns, made sure the safety was on and told Derek she would talk to him tomorrow. Suddenly she was very tired.
Cat stumbled up the steps to her room and removed the scrubs she still wore, putting on a tank top and shorts as she crawled into the bed. She turned towards Isaac, who briefly opened his eyes.
"Don't even think about it." He mumbled, thinking she would use her powers on him.
"I wasn't going to." Cat replied, leaning forward to kiss him on the lips. "at least not now."
"Love you." His eyes drifted shut as an arm pulled her closer and Cat let out a small sigh as she snuggled in closer to him, closing her eyes and falling asleep in minutes.
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