Title: Hunted 2/?
Summary: Catalina Danvers was as blissfully ignorant as the next student in Beacon Hills. But when her knowledge and skills are needed, she has to decide whether to step into a whole new world and let them know she has more to offer than they could even imagine. Follows the fb game, season 2.
Disclaimer: This isn't mine. I own the OC.
AN: Really, this whole idea isn't solely mine. If anyone is on the Teen Wolf fb page, there is a game they have on there, called The Hunt. Which in you play a student aide out to help the Teen Wolf crew. So I thought, wouldn't it be neat if this became a fan fiction and voila! So I kind of delved in further but this does follow elements of the game which does follow the series (season 2). BUT you should know, that there will be changed elements and the likes. Pairings from the show are not set in stone... So please let me know what you think?
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It was the beginning of lunch and besides sitting beside Allison in History and behind Scott and Stiles in science, she hadn't gotten her full explanation. She was contemplating messaging Scott to talk or just wait at her locker to see if Allison would appear.
She didn't wait long until someone approached but it really wasn't who she expected. Nope, instead it was Jackson Whittemore, co-captain of the lacrosse team, Lydia's ex-boyfriend and as far as she was concerned, an all-around complete douche bag.
"Did I hear right this morning? You're helping out McCall now? I can't believe you got suckered into that."
She scowled. "And what are you doing to help?"
He raised an eyebrow at her tone, as if he didn't expect someone as lowly as her to speak to him like that. She only lifted her chin in defiance. Just because she was quiet and friendless didn't mean she was a pushover, begging for someone to throw her a bone just so she would have the chance to feel like she was important.
"I bet you get dragged into all sorts of crap working in the office, huh?" he asked.
She just stared at him, wondering when he would get to the point.
"You know, I was asked to look for Lydia, but I don't see the point."
Anger blazed through her eyes. "She was your girlfriend."
He shrugged it off. "But she can take care of herself, always could, and now she can more than ever."
She stilled, wondering what he meant, did he know? Cat knew from countless books that you could become a werewolf through a bite and figured from that and what the others were saying that it was happening to Lydia at this moment. But she was under the impression that no one else knew.
"You're not asking what I mean by that. In fact, you don't even seem surprised that I'm not looking for her." He looked suspiciously at her and she could only shrug.
"Did McCall tell you? I mean, do you know the truth about what happened to Lydia?"
She continued to stare at him, if there was one thing she was good at, it was giving blank face. She had freshman year and so far this school year to perfect it.
"Son of a... I had to work my ass off to find out and he just told you?"
She turned to her locker, busying herself so she wouldn't lose her nerve to say what she did next. "Maybe I'm just a hell of a lot more trustworthy."
A look of anger flickered across his face but quickly turned into a smirk. "did he tell you everything? Did he tell you that he's a werewolf himself?"
She froze, unable to stop the shocked look on her face. They had conveniently left that part out but suddenly, things were making a bit more sense.
"Did he tell you that he and Allison had to break up because her family hunts werewolves and her father would rather see him dead than dating his daughter?"
She could practically hear the smirk on his face grow as he realized this was all new to her. Her fists clenched, her nostrils slightly flaring as she tried her hardest not to lash out or tell him to go do something to himself that wasn't really appropriate for a student aide to say aloud where anyone could hear her. But that didn't stop her from muttering about what a total douche he was.
"Well, well, here he is now."
Cat turned to where Jackson was looking, giving Scott a small smile as he walked up to them, Stiles right behind him.
"Me?" Scott asked, sounding confused.
Cat looked closer at him and noticed the small quirk of his lips and she just knew he had somehow heard their whole conversation. Was it werewolf hearing?
"no, the other werewolf who has this chick doing all his work for him."
This chick? Did he even have a clue what her name was? She knew she wasn't well known, but at least if he was going to come up to her like this and start bitching, at least learn her name.
"Whoa there Sparky, spilled any beans lately?" Stiles sarcastically asked.
Jackson waved him off. "Relax, she already knows."
Scott stepped closer to him. "She has a name, it's Cat."
Jackson just rolled his eyes before turning back to her. "You should know there's more to this story, more than any of them even know, I'm out."
He turned and walked off down the hall, leaving the three of them in an awkward silence. Finally, Cat closed her locker before turning to lean against it as she looked at the guys, an eyebrow raised in question.
Scott took in a deep breath. "So, Cat, Jackson obviously told you that-" He looked around before stepping closer and lowering his voice. "-I'm a werewolf."
"And for obvious reasons, this information cannot become public knowledge." Stiles continued
She looked between the two, trying to ignore Scott's nearness and focus on the new information she received.
"Maybe the reasons aren't obvious to her." Scott said, looking at her with worry.
Stiles sighed, "Okay, I'll spell it out. Remember the mob scene from Beauty and the Beast?"
"Oh that's my favorite mov-oh." Her mouth formed an O of surprise as she realized what exactly he meant.
Stiles nodded. "Now imagine that mob with cell phones and automatic weapons."
Cat shot a worried glance at Scott who gave her a reassuring smile. "I do keep secrets sometimes but I do it to keep my friends safe, I hope you trust me."
She started at the word friend. They wanted to be her friend? Was that true or did they just need her for her connections?
"I'm not just saying that because of your connections."
"Is that a werewolf power? Reading minds? Because I'm pretty sure those aren't in any books I read. Except for those Twilight ones but I can't even begin to start with all the things that are wrong with those books. I mean really, sparkling Vampires?"
Scott smiled. "It's not, but the question was in your eyes. So can you trust me?"
Cat didn't hesitate before nodding. "How could I not? You've trusted me with everything so far. Is there anything else I need to know though?"
They both shook their heads. "Just, whatever you can do to get people to help looking for Lydia would help a lot." Stiles said.
She bit her lower lip as she thought of solutions. "well, why not get the principal to get some teams to help out after school. Take a bit of time out of practice to look? See what her parents are doing to help the effort. Do they have people out looking at least? Have they made pleas to the public, offered some kind of reward? Sadly, money is a great motivator."
"Yes." Stiles cried. "I'll call her family and talk to them."
She nodded as he walked away, phone in hand. "I'll talk to the principal right now and hopefully get something out to the coaches as soon as possible. I work in the office last period, but I don't mind skipping the rest of the day to get started on this."
"I don't want you to get in trouble or anything." Scott said.
She waved him off. "Please, I'm still at school, I have a solid excuse, and when you're me and have nothing else to do, you tend to be ahead in most of your classes. Besides, I was a little too shocked to get all my work done this morning"
He shot her a quizzical look. "Don't you hang out with your friends?"
She blushed, busying herself with her headband and using it to push her short black hair off her face. "I don't really have anyone to hang out with."
"I find that a little hard to believe."
"well believe it, it's true. It's not easy coming to a new school where most people already knew each other, factor in my social awkwardness and well, you got me."
He smiled again. "You really don't seem that awkward."
"but I really kind of am." Cat sighed before pulling out her phone to look at the time. "Lunch is almost over, come see me when you can, and I'll give you an update."
"great, and thanks again Cat, you have no idea what this means to us."
She gave him a faint smile. "I think I'm starting to get it."
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Cat had spent the afternoon in the office. She had spoken to the Principal who had liked her ideas and had sent out an email to all the teachers right then and there advising of the search effort and how they should all help. After, she had stayed in the office, trying to get ahead on her work. There was no point in going to class now, not that she was missing anything, just P.E. and English. She was way ahead in English and she didn't quite get the whole physical part of P.E. She was a little clumsy and uncoordinated so anytime she could get out of it was fine by her.
"Hey, Danvers."
She looked up at the voice, cringing when she saw Coach there. She really didn't need him yelling at her for missing P.E.
"Can I help you Coach?"
"The Principal says you want me to send out the lacrosse team to look for Lydia Martin. Are you serious? I'm hired to teach kids who show up to school. Not to hunt for those who don't."
She rolled her eyes, turning back to her computer and hitting send on the newest email the Principal had sent her from the sheriff's office. As per his instructions she forwarded on to the teachers. Something told her Coach would be changing his tune rather quickly.
"Don't think I'm going to be jumping through hoops for you just because you're the principal's little pet." He continued his tirade.
"A student is missing after she was attacked on your playing field." Cat hissed, beginning to lose her temper.
He opened his mouth to speak but stopped when the phone on his belt beeped. He pulled it out and she watched his reaction closely, knowing right away it was her email he was reading.
"Whoa, did you just get the same email I did?" He asked in awe.
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes yet again. "If you're referring to the one about the $10,000 reward for Lydia, then yeah, maybe because I sent it to you."
"No need to become a smart ass." He snapped. "Don't worry Danvers, you can count on me and my team. Anything you need to help find that poor, sweet girl. I'll send my boys out in pairs to help the Sheriff's office look for her. But if one of my kids finds her, I get full access to the reward, right?"
She gave him an incredulous look, to which he ignored as he continued on.
"If we're giving up practice time, we're getting rewarded with new gear. They'll be on duty as soon as the last bell rings. Although most of my players can't even find the goal so I wouldn't get your hopes up."
"New gear, my ass." She muttered to herself, turning back to her computer again.
The door to the office opened again and this time, Scott came through.
"McCall, shouldn't you be in class?" the Coach barked.
Scott smirked. "Shouldn't you be in class, Coach?"
"Crap, you're right."
She giggled behind her hand and Coach turned to glare at her. "Don't think I don't notice you're not in gym, Danvers. You get an F for today."
Without looking up, she reached over and picked up her excuse slip, shoving it at Coach. He took it from her, read it and glared at her before turning and stomping out of the office.
"What did you give him and where can I get some?" Scott asked, staring after the Coach.
Cat looked around now and seeing the office was all but deserted, reached into the top drawer and pulled out a pad of excuse slips, already signed by the Principal.
"Whoa, how did you get all these?" Scott asked, as he looked through all of them.
She shrugged, pushing her glasses up again. "he relies on me for most everything. So to save time, he signed a bunch of them and gave them to me to hand out when needed to late students. "
"So if I need to leave for anything, I can just come see you?"
She motioned for the slips and ripped a bunch off the top, handing them to him. "Nope, you just need to enter in the date and give them to your teacher. I deal with them at the end of the day anyways when they hand them in."
"Wow, this is so cool. The awesomeness of your timing is freaking me out Cat."
"How so?" she asked.
"finding you this morning, asking for your help, everything you're capable of? You have no idea how much this helps us out."
Everything she was capable of, if only he knew. Out loud, she laughed. "You can stop saying that. Really. I don't mind helping."
He shrugged, trying to give the excuse slips back but she waved him away. "I don't want you to think we're using you just for this though. I mean, sure, we started talking to you because we needed your help and special skills. But, you seem pretty cool, we should hang out sometime after Lydia is found."
She grinned, "I would like that. But in the meantime, look what I received. I'm guessing Stiles got in touch with Lydia's parents?" She motioned him around the desk and he grabbed a chair, pulling it over to sit beside her. She tried her best to ignore his closeness, already feeling her face warm up. She quickly pointed out the email for him to read so he wouldn't notice.
"This is great, really." Scott said, after he finished reading it. "Everyone's looking for her, she should be found in no time."
He turned to look at her and she held her breath as she stared into his brown eyes.
"You have really pretty eyes." He whispered, "They change color. They were blue this morning, now they look kind of green."
"They do that sometimes." Cat whispered back, afraid to move.
According to Jackson, Scott and Allison had broken up but they still seemed to be on friendly terms. But now, here he was, no more than an inch away from him, and if she moved just slightly-
A beep announcing a chat request came from the computer and she jumped before realizing what it was. She turned back to her computer, her eyes widening as she saw a request from Allison. She glanced at Scott, who had now put some distance between them and was avoiding eye contact, before accepting the request.
Allison:- Cat? Are you working in the office right now?
Catalina:- yes, I'm here right now… Scott's here too, just checking to see if there's any news. There's a reward now, the teachers are getting students to help."
Allison:- Oh good, Scott's there. I'm in Study Hall and look what I just came across, you both need to see this, it could be big trouble for us.
Cat clicked on the link Allison sent, her eyebrows shooting up at the headline.
"Mountain Lion Attacks Terrorize Community"
"Lydia's attack is blamed on mountain Lions?" She asked in disbelief
"What would you have thought if we didn't get you involved?" Scott asked
She thought back to this morning and how nervous she was to be walking to school, alone, and she had attributed it to the Mountain Lions attacks. "Touche." She replied, returning to her conversation with Allison.
Catalina:- Why do you think it's trouble? They're still blaming everything on mountain lions. Even Lydia.
Allison:- They're reporters. They investigate. If they get to Lydia before we do, it's only a matter of time before all hell breaks loose. Look, I need to get this paper finished, I just wanted to pass this on to you guys. We'll talk later.
"Oh hell." Cat muttered after Allison had signed out. "now what?"
"Let's hope a student or preferably us, finds her before anyone else." Scott said, getting up and moving to stand in front of her desk. "I need to get to class now. I'll catch up with you. Thanks for the slips." He grinned as he held one out and left the office.
She sighed, leaning forward to bang her head against the desk. Had she really come that close to kissing Scott McCall? They went out of their way to befriend her and she repays them by trying to jump all over one of them. What was she thinking? She didn't know if Allison and Scott were in fact broken up and If Allison knew she would hate her and there went her chance of having friends. Not to mention that if she had kissed him, god only knows what she would have received from him with that contact, especially since a touch of the hand had completely taken her by surprise. It all made sense now though, the flash of wolf colored eyes. She hated when something like that happened and it reminded her of why she was a loner. Besides the awkwardness that was her and the weird vibes people got from her she tried her hardest to stay away from people, she didn't need a repeat of her last school.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the day and she quickly sat up, wondering how long she had been like that, thinking of her predicament.
"you're free." Erica called, entering the office.
Cat smiled as she gathered her stuff. "Good, I've been in here all afternoon."
"P.E.?"
"oh ya." Erica and her weren't really super close but they did share their disdain of P.E.
"Rock climbing is coming up soon." Erica reminded her. "see you tomorrow?"
Cat made a face before nodding. "Just so you know an email has been sent out to all teachers advising to help out with the search effort for Lydia Martin. Also another email from the Sheriff's office, advising of a $10,000 reward, also sent out to the teachers. Needless to say, Coach is all over that."
"She's still missing, huh?" Erica asked, brushing back her long wavy blonde hair and making Cat frown at the dark circles underneath her eyes. She knew how much the seizures took out of the other girl and worried about her when she looked especially tired and haggard.
"Yup. What do you think of all this?" Cat asked, knowing better than to ask Erica how she was feeling.
"I don't know." The Blonde replied. "It's all kind of weird you know? She gets attacked, ends up in the hospital, and then just disappears? Is this some kind of traumatic episode?"
Cat shrugged, busying herself with her books. "I don't know. I just hope they find her soon before anything happens."
Erica shrugged. "I know what you mean. Have you even spoken to Lydia before?"
"Not really, except when she made some snide comment in passing."
"Same." Erika muttered. "She's always commenting on my hair and clothes."
"not everyone can be Lydia Martin." Cat said with a sigh. "who knows, maybe this whole thing will be an eye opener for her? I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"OK, bye Cat."
She waved as she left the office, stopping by her locker to gather some books before the walk home. She wasn't as nervous now that she knew there were no cougars on the loose. She knew that the whole werewolf thing should make her more nervous but knowing that Scott was out there, even though he was one of them, made her feel a bit better.
"Hey, you."
She ignored the voice as she exited the school. Cat knew very well who it was, having heard the voice earlier and since he still couldn't be bothered to learn her name, she couldn't be bothered to stop.
"Hey, I was calling you."
A hand clamped down on her wrist and spun her around. A flash of Jackson bleeding black liquid out of his nose and ears flashed through her mind and she quickly pulled away, rubbing her wrist at what she knew would be a bruise tomorrow as she glared up at Jackson.
"Actually, you were saying Hey you. My name isn't you, so I didn't feel inclined to answer."
He ignored her. "Did you seriously get the entire lacrosse team caught up in this pointless game of hide-and-seek? Coach is all over our asses about heading out in pairs to find her."
Another guy from the lacrosse team, Cat thought his name might have been Danny or something, came up behind Jackson, pulling him away from her. "Calm yourself, man. We should be happy to help. YOU should be happy to help. And you and I are going out looking for her now, so get yourself together."
"Thank you." Cat smiled at the other guy.
He returned her smile. "Most people are looking in the woods right? So maybe we should check out the city."
Cat muffled a giggle. "Wise choice, considering she's more than likely naked."
"Point taken. We'll go look elsewhere and let you know if we find anything." He pulled Jackson away before the guy could say anything else to Cat and she watched them go before turning and continuing her walk home.
This whole day had been all sorts of weird. She had seen far too much and doubted anyone had talked to her as much as today. She couldn't help but wonder how long it would last.
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