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Felicity was still in Central City, no change from Barry Allen and Cat hadn't seen him in any dreams since then. Cat had fallen into her role as Oliver's new executive Assistant, while Felicity was away and Isabel hated her. She would glare every time she walked by and Cat didn't need to read her thoughts to know that Isabel thought she was here because she had slept with Oliver. If only Isabel knew how illegal that was, at least until she turned 18, which admittedly was happening soon. But first she had to get through the full moon.

The closer it got, the more restless and irritable she became. She had been working with Oliver, going back to the beginning of her training to relearn control. She angered easily, too easily and it had never been a problem for her before so Oliver had worked with her every day on control, even teaching her some new tricks. And when she learned control, he made her workout, pushing her to the point of exhaustion. She wondered where he got the energy from, after all she was the werewolf, not him.

"How are you feeling?" Oliver asked, on his way to his office.

"Bite me." She snapped, scowling at her computer screen.

He did a one eighty and came back, leaning over her desk as he looked down at her with amusement. "Cat?"

"What?" She growled.

He raised an eyebrow, noticing how grumpy she was. "Go home."

She looked at him in surprise.

"Go home." He repeated. "Better yet, go to the lair and get a workout in, work off some off that anger and restlessness."

She looked back at her computer. "Maybe I don't want to."

"Maybe it wasn't a suggestion."

Her head shot back up to glare at him. "Excuse me?"

"My way." He reminded her. "The full moon is tonight, go work some of that energy off."

She stood up and quickly gathered all her stuff, all the while glaring at him as she shoved her desk chair back in.

"Oliver?" Isabel called, walking up to them, stopping when she saw Cat there. "Where are you going? It's not even lunch time yet."

"I don't work for you." Cat snapped.

"I don't appreciate your attitude." Isabel shot back. "You are not leaving early today."

Cat let out a small growl as she stepped forward that only Oliver heard and he quickly put himself in the middle.

"Actually Isabel, Lina is leaving early. She's not well and going to the doctors before I told her to go home and get some rest."

"But-"

"My assistant, my choice." Oliver cut her off.

Isabel glared at her before telling Oliver she needed to speak to him and he nodded, turning around to speak to Cat.

"Diggs will drive you. Go and I will be there as soon as I can."

She yanked her arm away from him, walking away with a scowl. She got to the elevator, only to be met by Diggs who stepped in beside her, an amused expression on his face as he hit the button for the parking floor.

"I don't need a ride." She grumbled.

"Right, I'll let you walk there, getting more and more angry by random pedestrians. Who knows, maybe you'll wolf out and terrorize them, as well."

"I don't even care." She snapped.

He only gave her an indulgent smile as he led her out to the car, holding the door open for her. She got in without so much as a thank you as her phone rang. She looked down to see it was Stiles and pressed the answer button, holding it to her ear.

"What?" She said by way of greeting.

"I take it the full moon's affecting you too?" Stiles asked, sounding amused.

"Me too?" She asked.

"Malia's hasn't exactly been sunshine and rainbows the past few days."

"Malia?" She griped. "What's going on with you two? Do you like her or something?"

Stiles was clearly surprised when he answered her. "Well not like that if that's what you're implying, and if you're implying that, I'm going to chalk it up to the full moon because that's rather stupid."

"Stupid? So now I'm stupid?" She cried in disbelief.

"Give me the phone." Diggle commanded, holding his hand out.

"Go to hell." She replied in a sickly sweet voice.

"What?" Stiles asked, sounding hurt.

"Not you." She snapped.

"Lina, just give me the phone." Diggle, who was stopped, put the car into park and reached back, yanking the phone out of her hand.

"Hey." She cried, outraged.

"Hello?" Diggs said into the phone.

"Who's this?" She could hear Stiles no problem.

"I work with Lina. I gather this is her boyfriend, Stiles?"

"Yeah, this is him." Stiles replied, a slight challenge to his tone.

Cat's eyes widened. She didn't know Stiles actually considered them an item and a part of her, while angry that he was assuming they were, was all happy and tingly. Too bad the irritability was stamping down on it.

"Don't mind her, as you know, the full moon is tonight."

"Wait, you know about that?" Stiles asked in disbelief. "Who all knows?"

"Just me, Felicity and Oliver."

"She told you guys?"

"We found out the hard way, when she helped us out one night. I'm surprised she hasn't mentioned all this."

Cat stuck her head up front. "That would mean I have to explain about Oliver and I'm not doing that. But way to give it all up, I'll have to tell him now."

Diggs placed a hand over the phone. "You didn't have to until you said all that."

She stuck her tongue out at him, falling back against the seat with her arms crossed, a small pout on her lips.

"Look, Stiles, is there anything we should know about tonight to help her through all this?"

"Handcuffs don't work." Stiles warned him.

"That's fine. We got something to put her in, made of a special metal that's next to impossible to break through and she gave us mountain ash."

"She didn't tell you she could break through mountain ash, did she?"

Diggs glanced at her in the rear view mirror. "No, she didn't. I thought supernatural creatures couldn't break through it."

"Usually, no but Cat's kind of a special case." Stiles replied, and she could hear the pride in his voice. "Look, can you maybe get her situated and call me back? I- uh- want to check on her throughout the night."

"Of course." Diggs replied. "I'll hold on to her phone and call you."

He hung up, putting the phone in his pocket.

"I still have time." She protested. "It's still my phone."

"Your demeanour will just piss everyone off. I'll hold on to it until tomorrow."

Cat growled and he only raised an eyebrow at her.

"How come you didn't tell us you could break through Mountain Ash?"

"Because Seer me can break through Mountain Ash. I very much doubt Werewolf me can."

He pulled up to a secret parking spot for the lair and she got out, not waiting for him to open her door. He wasn't her driver, he was doing this as a favour to Oliver and tomorrow when she wasn't so angry with the world, she would be sure to thank him.

"There's still a Seer part inside of you, Lina." He reminded her.

"It doesn't feel like it." She snapped. "I've had no visions or anything since that night. It's like, the more the Wolf appears, the more the Seer disappears."

"But it's still there. We just need to find that medium so they can both co-exist together."

She shot him a look as she went into a side room to change into some workout clothes, refusing to speak anymore as she came out and went over to the treadmill, getting on it and turning it up to high speed as she began to run.

When Oliver arrived, he glanced at her before looking over at Diggs who was reading a book.

"How long as she been on there for?" Oliver asked.

"Since we got here. She's been keeping a pretty good speed, said something about wishing it would go faster."

"Hm. Cat, you want to come off there for a bit?"

"No." She replied, sounding barely out of breath.

"You've been on there for hours. It's going to get dark soon, we need to talk."

She hit the stop button, letting the treadmill take her to the end of it before she jumped off. "What's there to talk about? You lock me up, I get furry, I try not to kill you."

He sighed. "Are you sure you don't want Felicity here?"

Cat adamantly shook her head. "A world of no. she doesn't need to see this, I don't want her to."

He nodded in agreement, walking her over to the cage. "Is there anything we should know?"

She shrugged. "I'm new to this too, you know. I don't know what it's going to be like. But when I try to rip you apart, don't take it personally."

"I'll try not to." He replied with a smile, waiting for her to get in before locking up the many locks he had purchased for it. "Are you sure you're okay being locked up?"

"Oliver, if you don't, I'll kill you." She reminded him. "You have the tranquilizer gun? If you have to, pump me chock full of those, I don't care."

"I have it and the Mountain Ash."

"Her boyfriend called." Diggs walked up to them holding a bag of the Mountain Ash. "Says she can break through it."

"Seer me can break through it. The only Werewolf I saw break through it was Scott when he became a true Alpha. I can't become a true Alpha, so don't worry."

"But you're still you when you change, you still might be able to."

Cat rolled her eyes, reaching through the bars and grabbing Oliver's arm. "Look, if something happens tonight, don't hesitate to end it. If I'm too dangerous, I won't blame you for stopping me."

He gave her a look, one arm coming through to grasp her shoulder. "Cat, I have faith in you. You've worked hard these last few weeks, you can beat this."

"Keep the faith and all that." She said with a sigh, pulling away to sit down in the middle of the cage cross-legged.

"Work on your breathing exercises." He told her, watching her for a few minutes before walking back towards Diggs, who was putting sheets over all his weapons and his Arrow outfit.

"What are you doing?" He suspiciously asked.

Diggs glanced at Cat before motioning for him to follow, they left the room before he spoke. "I've been in contact with that Stiles kid since we left your office. Apparently Lina gave away a clue as to her whereabouts without realizing it and Stiles is in Starling City. He wants to be here during this."

"Isn't this something you should've ran by me?" Oliver asked.

"You weren't answering your phone. That's why I'm covering up sensitive materials. I'm not worried about him knowing anything, especially with what these kids have going on at Beacon hills. But I think he should be here."

"You don't think that would agitate her more?"

"The opposite actually. He told me of some wolves being able to control the shift because they find an anchor. Sometimes it's a memory, an emotion, a lot of times, it's a person. Stiles thinks he can help her through this."

Oliver sighed. "Fine. Bring him in, just be careful. Don't tell him anything."

"I won't." Diggs promised. "I'll finish covering stuff up and get him to meet me somewhere. We probably shouldn't tell her until he's here though, she's a little cranky."

Oliver let out a small noise of amusement as he turned to go back inside. "That's an understatement."

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"Breathe." She whispered to herself as it grew closer. "Breathe. You got this Cat. You can do this."

She gasped and leaned forward, going to her hands and knees as claws began to grow but still she tried to fight it, tried to stay in control but the more she fought it, the more painful it became.

"Just… breathe…" She gasped in between pained grunts.

"Cat?" Oliver was up in a flash and near the bars, crouching down to look at her.

"Stay… back…" She grunted.

"Breathe." He coached her. "Go through your breathing exercises, clear your mind."

"I can't fucking clear my mind." She gasped.

"You need an anchor."

Her head snapped up, her eyes opening in shock at the voice. "Stiles?" She whispered.

"Hey, wolfy lady, what's going on?"

The pain receded, her mind now focused on Stiles who stepped up to the bars, grasping them as he leaned against them.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, feeling her fangs recede.

"You really think I was going to let you go through your first change alone? You changed your hair again. Red looks good on you."

"How did you find me?" She asked, ignoring the compliment.

"You told me who your boss was, wasn't that hard."

She relaxed on the ground, her mind solely focused on Stiles now as she continued taking slow breaths and pushed herself to her feet.

"An anchor?" She asked.

He nodded. "It worked for Scott, hell you were Isaac's anchor, so I decided to drop by to see if you needed your own. Seems to be working."

She hesitantly walked closer to the bars, ecstatic to see him again. She had missed him so much.

"You're here." She whispered, tears filling her eyes. "You're really here."

"Hey as far as I'm concerned, you're my girl, you needed me."

She reached out a hand and entwined it with his. "Your girl? A little presumptuous, no?" she asked with a small teasing smile.

"I don't believe it, you were right." Oliver whispered to Diggle.

"Sometimes, I am." He replied with a smile, watching the two teens.

"Well, I figured you might as well be if I'm here being your anchor and all. I could always go back and check on Malia if you want?" Stiles was saying to her.

She growled, tightening her grip on his hand.

"it was a joke." He cried.

"I... right." She loosened her grip with a sheepish smile. "Sorry, usually, that wouldn't bug me."

"I know." He replied, smiling back at her.

"Where does everyone think you are?" She asked.

"I didn't tell anyone if that's what you're wondering. Dad thinks I'm following a lead on Derek, Scott thinks I'm visiting an aunt."

She sighed, leaning her head against the bars. "I'm sorry you had to lie to everyone and what do you mean follow a lead on Derek?"

"I told you we haven't heard from him, we think something happened. Your skills would be awfully handy right now."

Cat growled, her eyes flashing. "Is that why you're here? To see if I can see him for you?"

"No." he cried. "Cat, I came here for you, just you. I miss you, like crazy but I want you to be able to get through this, I want you to come home."

One hand reached out, lightly touching his face, wanting nothing more than to be able to be in his arms and not in this stupid cage.

"Right, so that's the real reason you killed me? So you could move in on the man I love?"

Cat's eyes widened and she spun around to see Lennox there, her natural short brown hair there, in the same outfit she had died in, black stains still on the front from the black blood. She was sneering at Cat, her arms crossed over her chest.

"What?" Stiles asked.

"Lennox?" Cat whispered, moving further inside the cage. "You're here? You're back?"

Lennox continued to sneer at her.

"Cat, what's going on? Can you see them again?" Stiles was asking but she ignored him.

"I could've survived, I died because of you, for what? For you to go and fuck Stiles?" Lennox hissed.

Cat slowly shook her head. "No. No we talked about this. I did what I had to do."

"Then why didn't you save me?"

Cat turned to see Allison there now, blood leaking from her mouth as she held the wound in her stomach.

"I tried." The redhead cried. "I stepped in front of a sword for you."

"Then why are you still alive and I'm not?" Allison asked. "You killed me Cat."

"I didn't."

"You could've sent someone to save me." Aiden appeared now. "If you sent someone, I could still be alive."

Cat began backing up, shaking her head as she looked between them all, tears falling down her face. "I didn't want any of you to die."

"Cat." Stiles called her, concern flooding his voice. He knew she was able to talk to spirits but never had they blamed her for anything, something just wasn't sitting right with him.

She turned to him, her lower lip trembling, about to tell him what was going on, when she heard an unnatural scream. She turned back around, her friends gone as she came face to face with the Darach.

"Stiles." She whispered as she began backing up towards him. "Did anyone ever find Jennifer's body?"

"The Darach's? No I don't think so."

"I'm not seeing ghosts." She whispered as the Darach advanced on her.

"I've come back for what's mine." The Darach hissed through it's grotesque face. "Give me my powers."

"Go to hell." Cat snapped.

"Cat, whatever you see, it's not real." Oliver yelled, appearing beside Stiles.

The Darach reached out, swiping a hand at Cat, who didn't even flinch, thinking she couldn't touch her but there was physical contact and the teen's head whipped to the side as she touched her cheek, coming away with blood.

Cat's eyes glowed blue as she turned back to the Darach with a roar.

"Give me my powers." The Darach repeated.

"And I told you to go to hell." Cat screeched, jumping at it, only to go right through it and land on the ground with a small grunt.

She kicked to her feet, crouching as she looked around the cell and growled.

"You killed my sister."

Trent, Lennox's twin brother appeared, a knife in his hand as he moved towards her.

"For that I'll kill you."

"You're not real." Cat snarled. "You're not even dead."

He stepped right up to her and in one swift movement, stabbed her in the stomach. Cat fell to her knees, completely shocked as she held the wound, blood dripping to the ground from between her fingers. She looked up, growling as she began to shift but Trent was already gone.

"What the hell is happening?" Oliver demanded to know, watching as Cat fought things only she could see. Yet she was ending up with wounds that were unexplainable.

"I don't know." Stiles ground out, pulling out his phone and dialing Scott's boss. He was the only one to know what was going on with Cat and had been trying to help but there were no other instances of Seer's being bitten that he could find and he worried that even if they did have other examples, Cat wouldn't necessarily be the same. She was too unique, too powerful.

Deaton answered right away and Stiles quickly relayed to him everything that was happening. Deaton was silent for a few moments before answering.

"Both the wolf and the seer inside of her are battling right now. They both want dominance because she can't essentially be both." Deaton explained. "The fight going on inside of her is messing with her mentally and physically and this is the part that drove those other Seers insane, they couldn't find the balance between the two."

"Can Cat?" He asked in a small voice, afraid to hear the answer.

"Catalina is strong and more powerful than any Seers that have been bitten before, probably more powerful than any Seer ever. You say she stopped shifting the moment she saw you, correct?" Off of Stiles affirmation, he continued. "That takes incredible control, one you don't see in a new werewolf, even Scott hadn't been able to control it that well when he was first bitten, as you've both told me."

"What does that mean?" Stiles asked.

"That the wolf inside of her is also very powerful. But she has control, amazing control. She just might be able to find this balance. It won't be easy and it won't happen overnight. Tell her to look into Buddhism, it will help her immensely."

"Kind of can't tell her that right now." Stiles reminded him.

"Honestly, for her own safety, you might want to think about sedating her for the night. Her first few full moons are going to be the worst, a battle of wills. But I don't see you having to go to the extreme of killing her like she has suggested. When those other Seers were bitten, they immediately went insane and I don't know if Cat is aware of that. She has already beaten the odds and can continue to do so."

Stiles let out a small sigh of relief. "Thanks Doc, I'll call you if I have any more questions."

He hung up and turned back to Oliver Queen and the guy who had met up with him, Diggle. "You guys have any tranqs?" He quickly explained what Deaton had said, causing Oliver to look impressed.

"Buddhism, they're very zen, of course it would help her, why didn't I think of that?"

"Here." Diggle said, holding out a tranq gun.

"I'm not shooting her." Stiles said, holding his hands up. "I'll probably miss and hit one of you guys."

Diggle rolled his eyes. "Okay, fine, get her attention at least."

They all stepped up to the cage, Stiles softly calling Cat's name, who turned to them with a snarl.

"Well, well, Little Seer. Quite a predicament you got yourself into."

"I'll rip you apart with my bear hands." She roared at the Nogistune, which looked like Stiles.

"Looks like you can't be a Wolf and a Seer, huh?" He asked with his evil smirk. "I can end this for you right now, you know."

"Or I can fucking kill you, once and for all." She lunged at him, not at all surprised to see he had disappeared and was now on the outside of the cage, looking at her. She charged, sticking her arm between the bars and grabbing him around the neck, lifting him off the ground with ease.

"Cat, it's me." Stiles rasped, clawing at the hand around her neck.

"You did this to me, you've fucked with me since the day you arrived and I wouldn't have been bitten if not for you." Cat screamed, squeezing harder.

"Now, now would be good." Stiles managed to gasp out as Oliver stepped forward to try and loosen her grip and Diggle lifted the tranquilizer gun, shooting her with two darts before she dropped Stiles and staggered back, her eyes widening in horror as she realized what she had done.

"I- I'm sorry, I'm so-so sorry." She fell to her knees, wanting to say more but before she could, she pitched forward, losing consciousness before she hit the ground.

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Cat woke up in a bed, arms wrapped around her and she turned over, smiling at seeing Stiles there. She leaned towards him, placing her lips on his and smiling against him as he began to respond to the kiss.

"Mmm, now this, this I could get used to." He mumbled after she pulled away.

She stretched, glancing around and wondering when they had gotten back to her Felicity's apartment. Slowly but surely, pieces of the night before came back to her and she gasped, turning Stiles' head to look at the bruises on his neck.

"I did that." She cried.

"It's fine." He brushed it off, not wanting to make a big deal out of it.

"No, Stiles, I hurt you."

He sat up and grasped her hands. "To be fair, you were hallucinating and thought I was the Nogitsune. Easy mistake to make I'm told. Apparently we kind of look alike."

She yanked her hands away, tears filling her eyes. "I hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you, ever."

"Says the girl who knocked me out to get away from me."

She glared at him and Stiles sighed, running a hand through his messy hair.

"Oliver should've just put an arrow through my head." She muttered.

"What?" An incredulous Stiles asked. "Is that why they know? So they can put you down if needed?"

"I'm dangerous." She replied, her voice low.

"Yeah, so is any other werewolf out there, hell, I was dangerous too for a while. Deaton has been reading more into this and he thinks you can beat this. I don't think so, I know you can."

"How? The only known cases ended with insanity and death."

"Because you're not like them. You're way more powerful than any of them and that gives you an advantage." Stiles explained. "Both are fighting inside of you and you just need to learn to control it. It's going to take a while but I know you can do it. He suggests looking into Buddhism techniques, that they'll help you."

Cat.

The redhead looked around, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from.

Cat, I haven't given up.

"It's happening again." Cat muttered, looking at her hands. "I can hear Erica."

"Can you see her?" Stiles pressed. "What's she saying?"

Cat shook her head. "No, I can only hear her. She's telling me she hasn't given up."

"That- that's good." Stiles cried. "she's not blaming you for stuff, she's telling you she hasn't given up on you being able to see."

"You don't know that."

"Yeah, I kind of do." He grinned, tugging her closer. She fell into his lap and he loved the way she seemed to so perfectly fit against him and again he couldn't help but wonder when this happened. When exactly, had Cat gone from being his friend, someone he could talk to, someone who he worked out problems with, to this? He remembered how he was so sure she was supposed to end up with Scott, that he was rooting for them at one point. He remembered telling her how awesome she was and that if he hadn't been so into Lydia, he'd date her. But after that, she had become a good friend. They went through a lot together, they became bonded over that ritual. When Lennox came along, she had been their biggest supporter and when Lennox died, as much as he tried to hate Cat, he couldn't. Then the Halloween party happened and everything changed. It was supposed to be an innocent kiss, one to make Isaac mad and he should've been content kissing Caitlin but he couldn't forget the feel of Cat's lips. The Nogitsune took hold soon after but the times he was really him, he thought of Cat, like that, and when the Nogitsune was in charge, he hated taunting her, hurting her in any way. This girl did anything and everything to try and help him. She wouldn't let Scott bite him, convinced they could save him and had willingly put herself into a mental hospital to keep an eye on him. He knew about her past, he knew that couldn't have been easy for her to do but she did it without a second thought. When they went down to the basement, he couldn't help but kiss her. At first she had been hesitant but then she had initiated the next kiss and things kind of took off from there. The Nogitsune had used her freedom as a way to make him give in and he was stuck watching as he continued taunting Cat and she slowly spiraled downwards, trying to save him. She had even gone into his mind with Scott and got him out. She still refused to give up on him and the end of it all, she had ended up bitten. Stiles knew it was his fault she was a werewolf, that she could possibly go insane because of it but she didn't blame him and he was thankful for that and determined to save her, just like she had saved him.

"Hey." He whispered, tilting her chin up to look at him. "We're not giving up. You survived your first full moon, hell you got past your first few days after the bite. According to Deaton, that's when the other Seers lost it. They didn't make it as far as you."

Her eyes widened. "What?"

"You didn't know that?"

"I- I don't know anything past them going crazy."

"It happened right after they were bitten and that's why I think you can get through this and find a balance."

"What if I can't?"

"You can't think like that." He warned her. "You need to try."

"I can't come home yet." Cat blurted out before biting her lip.

His brow furrowed in confusion. "Why not?"

"I can't come home until I get better control of this. There's too much going on that I can't risk being there and hurting you. I need to stay here. Oliver can help me and I don't think I'm done here just yet."

He sighed, knowing she wouldn't come home yet. If she felt she had to help a friend, then she would do just that.

"Come home after." He whispered, "You promised."

She shifted so she was straddling his lap and she smiled, leaning down to kiss him. Their lips touched and her heart honestly skipped a beat and she couldn't help but ask herself when exactly she had started falling so hard for this guy. It wasn't supposed to happen. She was supposed to be with Isaac, wasn't she? She had told Allison they were endgame but Stiles had slipped in there somehow and it was different, so different than Scott or Isaac had been. Maybe it was because he wasn't a werewolf, maybe it was because he was just Stiles.

"I have to go to work." She murmured against him.

"Oliver gave you the day off." He whispered, moving them so she was lying on the bed as he hovered above her. "Besides, it's like noon, you're super late."

"Oops." She said with a small laugh.

Stiles only grinned, one hand coming to rest on the bit of skin that was displayed on her hips between her shirt and pants. His fingers traced patterns there as he leaned down to capture her lips again before his hand began traveling up her shirt. He pulled away to look at her again just as his hand came to rest on her breast, gauging her reaction. She responded with an eye roll, sitting up so she could pull her shirt off. Enjoying the look of surprise, then heat and desire that entered his eyes, she pulled his shirt off and leaned up to kiss him again, her hands trailing up his chest. He might not have been a werewolf but he was still muscular in that lanky, slim way of his. She made a noise of content, wanting nothing more to take him right then and there, to completely make him hers. Her wolf was begging for it and she wanted to comply, to make it happy. She pulled Stiles closer, kissing him harder as she turned them again so she was on top, straddling his hips as she began to move against him, enjoying it when he returned the favour.

"Cat." He whispered, his eyes wide as he realized that now, finally, it was going to happen.

She leaned back, opening her eyes as she ran her hands across his chest, gasping to see they weren't her hands but claws. She jumped off the bed as fast as she could, throwing herself against the far wall as she worked on controlling her breathing.

Stiles sat up and scrambled off the bed, moving towards her but she held out a hand to ward him off.

"No." She objected. "Stay back right now."

He ignored her, moving closer to her and slowly reaching out a hand to grasp her shoulder. "It's okay." He promised her, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into him.

"No, it's not." She mumbled against him.

"This is normal, I swear. Your blood pressure rises and you sometimes start to shift. I helped Scott through this."

"I can't stand this." She began to sob, her legs giving out on her and Stiles slid down the wall with her, petting her hair and whispering nonsense into her ear to soothe her.

When she had calmed down, he stood up and led her back to the bed, putting the blankets over them and pulling her against him.

"We'll take it as slow as you want." He whispered.

"I don't want to take it slow." She moaned.

He sighed. "But we should. You'll learn control, you'll come back-"

"And then you can ravage me?" She asked, trying to be more lighthearted.

"That wasn't the word I was thinking of, but yeah, we'll go with that."

"I'm glad you're here." Cat murmured, snuggling in closer to him.

"I told you, you're not alone. I… I like you, a lot, Cat."

She looked up at him a grin on her face. "My, how things have changed, huh?"

"It's your fault for kissing me." He grumbled.

She laughed. "I could try not kissing you anymore."

"Pah, you could try but you'll miss me. They always miss me."

Another laugh before she pulled away to look at him. "I used to always get mad at Scott and Isaac because they were always going on about wanting to never hurt me and it used to drive me crazy but now, I'm on this side and I- I don't ever want to hurt you Stiles. I'm afraid I will."

"You won't. I know you won't. I believe in you, Cat." He pulled her back down, getting comfortable again before closing his eyes. "Now how about we get some more sleep, I was up late."

She didn't say anything more, watching him until he fell asleep.

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