I"m trying to write... that was a really shitty writers block, was it not?

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Cat gasped and started gagging as her eyes bulged out and she began trying to pull at the thermal wire around her neck, unable to get a firm grasp on it. She could feel it burning, could see the smoke rising from her neck as she reached back to grab at the other girl but before she could get a chance, the pressure was gone, a loud thump was heard and she slumped forward, grabbing the wire and yanking it off before holding her hands to her throat and pulling in deep breaths of air.

"Cat?" Scott murmured, kneeling beside her.

She coughed, but nodded to show she was okay and looked behind them to see Violet unconscious on the ground.

"I pulled her off of you and knocked her out." He sheepishly replied.

She nodded her thanks just as Stiles came running in, pausing to take in a knocked out a Violet, an awake but unmoving Brett and his best friend comforting his girlfriend who was grabbing her neck and looking seriously spooked.

"She got you?" Stiles asked, rushing into the room and dropping down beside Cat.

"My fault." Cat rasped out. "I was distracted by Brett."

Scott stood up, looking around him. "Stiles, I think you need to call your Dad."

He nodded, lifting up Cat's phone, which he had picked up and placed the call to his Dad.

Cat rubbed at her neck again, frowning as she glanced at Violet again before letting Scott help her to her feet.

"You look… perplexed." He noted.

She shrugged. "I'm just surprised I didn't hear her behind me, is all. She took me by surprise and by the time I realized what was happening, I couldn't get her off of me." She glanced at Brett, who was watching them, terrified. "We need to get him out of here before the cops show up."

"Why? He needs to be here so they can see what Garrett did."

She shook her head. "No, I need to take him to Deaton's and get this wolfsbane out of his system."

"Wolfsbane?" Stiles asked, rejoining them. "Dad's on his way. How do you know he was hit with wolfsbane?"

"Probably the fact that he hasn't moved?" She leaned down to turn him over, noticing how only his eyes were moving between them, looking terrified. "He's paralyzed and unless we release the vapour, the poison will slowly kill him."

"How do you know this?" Stiles asked. "When Derek was hit with a wolfsbane bullet, he wasn't paralyzed. I mean, I had to almost cut his arm off but it was nothing like this."

"Completely different strain of wolfsbane." Cat quitly replied. "I ran into it in Starling. It's pretty brutal. Scott? He's too tall and it's too awkward to carry him, can you take him out to my SUV? We'll watch Violet until you get back."

He nodded, picking up the other lacrosse player and carrying him out of the locker room.

Stiles glanced down at Violet again before stepping forward and pulling Cat into his arms. She wound her own arms around his waist, leaning her head on his chest with a small sigh.

"That wolfsbane, that's the one that Isabel chick hit you with?"

Cat nodded. "Brett's lucky though, I threw up black stuff everywhere."

"You never told me how they got this wolfsbane out of you. In fact you've always avoided the question."

She sighed. "They cut my chest open."

He stiffened and she leaned back a little to look up at him.

"And I'm guessing that's why you never told me all of it." He muttered.

"Exactly why." She replied as Scott came back in.

"I thought I would give you two a head start before I went and told Coach so he could stop the game."

Cat gave him a smile as she stepped back from Stiles and grabbed his hand pulling him out of the room and towards her car.

"You're not on the list." Stiles reminded her after they got in the car.

"I am." She quietly replied. "I'm on the third part of it. Violet said as much."

"Tell me everything she said." He urged her.

"She said that Garrett told her to stay away from me while they figured out what I was but that she didn't care because I was way too easy."

"Dammit." Stiles yelled, hitting the dashboard.

"Hey, hey, hey." She soothed, reaching over and grabbing his hand, placing s kiss on the knuckles. "No need for that. We knew there was a high chance that I would be on there."

"But you're obviously not a small amount if she ditched Brett and went for you."

Cat shrugged, dropping his hand to start the car as she heard sirens in the distance. "He wasn't worth much, so that's not surprising."

"One million dollars isn't much?" He wondered in disbelief.

She gave a small smile, lifting only one shoulder as she pulled away from the school. "Let's just worry about Brett and deal with me after. We'll know once we crack the last part. I'll check with Felicity after." She sighed, rubbing her forehead as she hit the blue tooth option on her car and called Derek.

"Why him?" Stiles asked as the phone rang.

"Back up." She responded.

"Cat?" Derek asked, by way of greeting.

"Hey? Where are you? Can you get to the animal clinic."

"Already on my way." He answered. "Scott called and told me everything.. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." She replied.

"You realize that if Violet went after you, there was a reason for it, right?"

Cat glanced at Stiles, who had clenched his fists, staring stonily ahead. "Yeah, she said as much. We'll talk later, okay? We should be there in a couple minutes."

"Same here." He hung up without saying goodbye and Cat rolled her eyes at that, falling into silence for the rest of the ride to the clinic.

Derek met them when they pulled up, reaching into her backseat to lift up Brett, who was now passed out and took him inside. Stiles and Cat followed after as he placed him on an examination table.

"What happened?" Deaton asked, walking in from his office.

"You know that wolfsbane I told you about? Same thing." Cat explained, just as Brett began to convulse and started foaming at the mouth.

"What the hell is this?" Stiles asked, staring at him in disbelief.

"I read up on it." Deaton explained, reaching for a scalpel. "You were right about how to get rid of it. I need you guys to hold him down while I make an incision."

Derek pushed down on one shoulder as Stiles, who was closer grabbed the other. Cat grabbed his legs, laying across them to hold him as steady as possible.

"Hey Derek?" Stiles called. "How about a little werewolf strength here?"

"I'm not the only one with werewolf strength." Derek snapped, glancing at Cat.

"If you can't hold him still, the incision might kill him." Deaton told them.

"Stiles? Switch spots with me." Cat demanded, moving off his legs and taking her boyfriends place.

They were able to hold him still enough for Deaton to lean forward, placing the scalpel on his chest but Brett chose that moment to wake up and just like Cat did when she was poisoned, he lashed out, throwing everyone off of him and scattering them around the room. He shot off of the examination table, looking around at all of them, his eyes, making contact with Cat, the first one to recover. She stepped towards him and he crouched down, looking like a caged wild animal, ready to lash out. Movement behind him caught her eye and they widened at seeing Peter there, his own eyes glowing blue. Brett turned to face him and seeing a challenge, stepped forward, just as Cat ran forward, faster than should've been possible and screamed at Peter not to do anything. But he ignored her, pulling his fist back and going to punch the younger wolf but Cat moved in front of him lightning fast and with Brett crouched, ready fro a fight, he wasn't much taller than Cat. Peter's punch caught her on the jaw and she went stumbling back into Brett, who caught her before falling backwards at the sudden weight, still very unstable from the poison in his system. His head cracked against the corner of the table before he slumped to the ground, taking Cat with him, who was lying motionless, the punch having knocked her out.

"Cat." Stiles yelled, running and dropping down beside her.

"Are you insane?" Derek snapped at his Uncle. "You just punched Cat. How hard did you punch her?"

Peter shrugged, staring down at the Little Seer. "I guess I have a little more werewolf strength left in me."

"Maybe more than a little." Derek observed, watching him suspiciously.

Peter smirked, glancing down at the cuts on Derek's arm that weren't healing.

"Hey Doc?" Stiles called, finally noticing Brett beside his girlfriend. "I don't think he's breathing."

Deaton ran over and dropped beside the poisoned werewolf and making the incision in his chest. Brett gasped for air as the wolfsbane vapour was released.

Derek glanced at his arm again, the cuts finally starting to heal and he breathed a small sigh of relief, moving closer to the fallen teens so he could get a look at Cat. She appeared to be unconscious but where she should have had a broken jaw or a bruise at the very least, from Peter's punch, her face appeared fine.

"Are they going to be okay?" Stiles asked, turning back to his girlfriend.

"They should be." Deaton replied, looking suspiciously at Cat. "Brett will more than likely be out for a while. I'm not too sure about Catalina though."

Brett began mumbling, making everyone turn back to him as Deaton leaned over to try and catch what he was saying.

"The sun… the moon.. the truth." Brett whispered.

Deaton straightened up, looking at Stiles. "Three things cannot long be hidden, the sun, the moon and the truth." He turned to look at Derek. "It's Buddhist."

Derek turned a puzzled look to his Uncle who gave a small nod. "Satomi."

"Do you know where she is?" Deaton asked.

"No but I'm sure we can find her." Peter glanced at Derek who turned to Stiles.

"Tell Cat to call me when she wakes up." He commanded as they walked out..

"Yeah. Your insane Uncle punches her out and you just leave her here." Stiles griped. "She'll be thrilled to hear that."

"I don't think she'll mind." Deaton replied with a knowing smile.

Sstiles gave him a quizzical look but the Veterinarian didn't explain, listening for the bell to signify the Hale's leaving. He waited a few more minutes before turning back to Cat.

"They're gone now."

The tiny redhead's eyes popped open as she sat up, rubbing her jaw. "I'm going to kill Peter."

"What? How?" Stiles demanded to know, his jaw dropping in shock.

"Catalina made a very wise decision in playing unconscious." Deaton began.

Cat nodded. "Peter's always been hard to read but he also does everything in his power not to get too close to me, sometimes when people try hard to hide something, they can't help but let some information leak."

"What did he let slip?" Stiles wondered.

"He's up to something. I don't know what, maybe pre bite me could've figured it out but he's up to something. He also has no idea that I had been bitten and I'm some hybrid. Seeing as it's Peter, I thought it best not to let him know how different I am."

Stiles brow furrowed. "You got all that in a split second of contact from him?"

"Pretty much." Cat replied, running a hand over her jaw again. "I can't control it. It just happens sometimes."

"Are you okay though?" Stiles asked, still looking concerned.

Cat nodded with a small smile. "I will be. You wanna go home? Probably not much we can do right now. I"ll call Felicity and let her know she can start on the last part of the list."

Stiles stood up, reaching out a hand to help his girlfriend up. They bid Deaton a goodbye before heading out to her car and Cat tossed the keys to Stiles, getting in on the passenger side and pulling out her phone to call Felicity.

"Hey City." She greeted when her friend answered the phone. "the second part has been broken by Lydia, so we're moving on to the third-" She stopped, the smile slipping from her face as Felicity babbled on the other end.

"Felicity, City, calm down. Slow down. What's going on?"

Stiles turned the car off, turning to give Cat his full attention.

"Sara came back?" Cat asked. "What? Is the League after-" She was cut off again, a frown appearing on her face before she gasped, her hand covering her mouth.

"What?" Stiles asked, immediately concerned. "What's wrong?"

"Who- who did it? Laurel didn't see anyone?"

"Cat." Stiles hissed but she waved him away.

Do you need me to- Olly? Is it true? What happened?" She was silent for a few moments, listening to the other end, nodding, even though they couldn't see it. Finally, she let out a sigh.

"Are you sure I can't come back?"

"No." Stiles hissed, still unsure of what was going on.

"No, we haven't dealt with our problem… yeah but if you need help…? Ugh, fine, but call me the moment you need help… I will too. Ok bye." She hung up the phone, leaning forward and dropping her head in her hands.

Stiles reached a hand across the seat, reaching for one of her hands. "Cat? What happened?"

She finally looked over at him, holding his hand tight. "It's Sara. She was murdered."

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As much as Stiles wanted to be there for her, Cat had wanted to be alone, to process what had happened. Her and Sara weren't close, not by a long shot but to have someone she knew, murdered and not by something supernatural, stung more than a little.

So she had snuck into her room at Scott's place and fallen onto the bed, eventually crying herself to sleep. She slept heavily and when she woke up, she felt disoriented and it took her a moment to realize she was in her room, at Scott's house and she was most certainly not alone. For a moment, she wondered if Stiles had snuck in, then perhaps thought Scott had wanted to come check on her and was worried but the body behind her was decidedly soft, feminine and it took Cat only a few moments to figure out who it was.

"Malia." She groaned.

"I couldn't sleep." The werecoyote told her. "And you weren't at Stiles. So I came here and you were crying. I wanted to help you. You've helped me."

Cat couldn't help it, she was touched, a big difference from last time Malia had cuddled up to her in sleep. What happened to the time when she was a light sleeper?

"Why were you crying?" Malia asked.

The smaller teen turned over, facing Malia on the bed. "Someone from Starling City was murdered last night."

The brunette's eyes widened. "Are you leaving again? I don't want you to go."

She shook her head, unsure of how to take Mailia's attentiveness towards her as she sat up and crawled out of bed. It wasn't long ago at all that the coyote wanted her gone. "No. I'm staying here. Except now, I need to shower before school, or whatever shenanigans we get up to, today. You should go home and shower too. Doesn't your Dad wonder where you are?"

Malia shook her head as she sat up. "Nope, I'm there for breakfast, that makes him happy. I'll see you at school Cat. No leaving to Starling."

She jumped out the window and Cat watched her cross the yard before going to turn on her bedroom light to find something to wear. As she flicked the light switch, the light didn't come on and she stepped out into the hallway, stopping when she heard Melissa on the phone talking to the Electric company, unable to believe she was as late as they claimed she was and begging them to turn it back on so the food wouldn't go bad. Cat frowned, knowing she had to help. She stopped by Scott's room, looking inside to see him sitting on his bed, a duffelbag at his feet, his head down as he listened to his mom.

"What's in the bag?" Cat asked.

He looked up suddenly, trying to kick the bag under his bed but Cat only lifted an eyebrow, stepping forward to grab the bag and look in it.

"Scott, where the hell did you get all this money?" She asked, looking in the bag in complete awe. She couldn't say how much was in there but far too much to be carrying around in a duffel bag.

"In Garrett's locker." He muttered, looking guilty. "I know I should turn it in but Mom's struggling. Our power's off, Cat."

She nodded, sitting down beside him on the bed. "I know. But you know you can't keep it, Scott. Just…" She sighed, wanting to tell him she would fix it but he would never let her do it. "Go to school. We'll deal with it when we get home."

"Aren't you coming? Why are you here anyways?"

"I needed time tobe alone and process. Sara was murdered last night."

"Sara?" He frowned. "She was…?"

"The Canary." Cat replied, knowing he was still having an issue with the names. "We weren't really friends but I mean-"

Scott nodded knowingly, put an arm around. "Losing people, it never gets easier."

"No." She whispered, swiping at the tears gathering in her eyes. "As much as it hurts, I hope it never does get easier." She leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "I need to meet up with Stiles, I'll see you at school, okay? We'll deal after."

He nodded, giving her a small smile as she stood up and walked back to her room, waiting for Scott to leave for school and Melissa to go up to bed, not wanting anyone to check on her. She pulled out her laptop, easily hacking into Melissa's accounts and paying off all her bills, then prepaying months ahead. She called the electric company right after to make sure power would be restored and shut her laptop with a self satisfied smile. She hoped that Melissa would just assume they heard her plea and turned it back on. At least she would still be ahead in payments, even paying what she was able to. At least nothing would be turned off for a long while.

Finishing getting ready for school, she left the house, smiling at seeing Stiles' jeep pull up. She got in, leaning across to kiss him.

"Perfect timing."

He shrugged. "I called Scott he said you were still getting ready and meeting up with me so I thought I would save you the trouble. We're meeting Lydia at the station."

"Why?" She asked.

"We want to talk to Parrish. Maybe you can figure out what he is?"

She shrugged, looking out the window. "I can't make any-" She stopped mid sentence, her eyes growing distant and Stiles glanced over at her in interest.

"What was that?" Stiles asked, when she turned to look at him.

"I just saw… Liam. Getting hit by a black SUV?"

"Vision."

"It must be." She whispered, digging out her phone and placing a text to Liam, asking if he was okay and to Scott, telling him to find Liam.

"You got a vision, what does that mean?" Stiles wondered.

Cat looked down at her hands which were now in her lap. "I really have no idea. I'm all over the place, Stiles. I should have detected Violet coming up behind me last night and I didn't."

"So the Seer part is winning?" He asked in confusion.

"I don't know." She replied, quiet until they reached the police station.

Lydia was already waiting outside by her car and walked over to them as they got out of the jeep.

"Are you okay?" She asked the smaller teen. "Stiles told me what happened."

Cat nodded. "I am. So what are we going to do about Parrish?"

Stiles shrugged. "I was thinking we just tell him about the deadpool and see if we can get anything off of him."

"He is open to the whole supernatural thing." Lydia offered. "He seems pretty convinced that I'm psychic."

Cat let out a small snort as they walked into the station, Stiles walking up to Parrish and talking to him before he stood up and led the way into a room.

"Your Dad should be back soon, did you want to wait for him inside his office?"

"Actually, we wanted to talk to you." Stiles told him.

"Privately." Lydia finished.

Parrish looked at them before glancing at Cat, whom he hadn't really met yet.

"This is Cat, my girlfriend." Stiles said, with a small smile. "She's here to help too."

He nodded, leading the way into the Sheriff's office and closing the door. Stiles pulled out the list and handed it to the deputy who looked at him before looking down at it.

"This is a hit list?" He asked.

"We call it a Deadpool." Stiles informed him. "Recognize any of the names?"

"Yeah, the Sheriff had me run a bunch of them through the system last night but we couldn't find any of them."

"Show him the other thing." Stiles urged Lydia. She looked at Stiles who made a motion with his head and she stepped forward, flipping the paper over and revealing his name on the bottom.

He stood up in shock as he looked down at it. "Okay, that is slightly terrifying. What's the number?"

"That's how much you're worth." Lydia told him.

He turned to look at them. "$5? I'm worth $5?"

"Five million." Stiles corrected him.

"I only make 40000 a year." Parrish cried in disbelief, before turning his attention back to the list. "Maybe I should kill myself. I don't get it, why am I on here?"

The three teens exchanged looks before Stiles spoke up. "Honestly that might be a question for another day, there's still another third of the list we need to crack."

"We need the third cipher key, but we need help getting it." Lydia explained.

"From who?"

"Meredith."

Parrish looked at her in disbelief. "The girl from Eichen? The last time you saw her, you almost gave her a nervous breakdown." He walked over to the door, opening it up and clearly dismissing them.

Stiles looked at Cat, motioning with his eyes and she stepped forward, placing her hand on his arm before pulling it away as though she had been burned.

"Ow." She cried.

"What?" Parrish asked, looking at her in concern.

She shook her head, hiding her hands behind her back. "Um, electric shock. But um, look we really need help before other people end up dead. Before you end up dead."

He looked at all of them before letting out a sigh. "Fine. I'll get you in to talk to Meredith. Just let me grab something from my desk."

He walked out and Stiles stepped forward, grabbing Cat's hand and turning it over to see the blisters covering the palm of her hand.

"This is from touching him?" Stiles asked.

Cat nodded, staring at her hand with a frown. "He burnt me."

"He blistered you." Lydia pointed out, staring at her hand. "What does that even mean?"

"Didn't you tell me Kira did the same thing?" Stiles wondered.

"Not like this." Cat replied. "She shocked me. Whatever he is, it's completely different."

"Okay, I'm ready." Parrish told them. "Follow me there?"

The teens nodded, following him out to the parking lot.

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