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Later that night, Cat was lying on her bed, doing her homework, when her phone buzzed and she blindly reached out for it wondering who would be texting her. Actually, who even had her number? Scott did. Perhaps he was checking in, maybe they even found her.

'hey it's Allison. So, I know it wasn't very smart of me, but I had some time so I came out to the Hale House on my own.'

That house always gave her the creeps and wasn't there a death there recently? Grabbing her laptop, she looked through the local newspaper online, quickly finding the article and skimming through it. That was the place Allison's aunt had died and she was there, alone? Her phone beeped again and she looked at the new message.

'Do you think the woods around Beacon Hills are scary? I used to think these woods were romantic, but now I'm scared. Well, not scared. Just nervous. Really nervous.'

Cat called her.

"Cat? My phones about to die," Allison whispered.

"I don't get why you're there, alone. That house is abandoned and didn't your aunt- I mean…" Cat trailed off, unsure of what to say.

Allison sighed. "You don't know the whole story. The guy who killed my aunt, was the guy who bit Lydia."

"And you're there? Are you crazy? Call Scott." She began to sound hysterical, worried like crazy for the other girl.

"He's dead. Derek killed him and now he's the new alpha."

"Derek?"

"Hale. I know it's confusing and you just got thrown into this but I will give you a better explanation when I- oh my god."

Cat gasped. "What is it? Do you want me to call Scott?"

"No." Allison all but yelled. "He'll be so angry if he knew I was here alone. Look, I thought I just saw something but it must have been my imagination. My phone might die and if so, I'll see you in-"

The line went dead and Cat called back 3 times just to make sure her phone had gone dead and something hadn't happened. She let out a frustrated sigh, unsure of what to do. Allison didn't want Scott to know but she didn't feel comfortable with Allison being there all alone. She picked up her phone again and typed out a quick message to Scott.

'Have you tried the Hale house yet? It's abandoned, Lydia might be there I can meet you there.'

The reply was almost instantaneous and put her mind at ease. 'thanks, we checked last night but I was about to head over there again. Don't come, stay home and stay safe.'

'Are you sure?'

'Positive. I don't want you getting hurt.'

She gave a small sigh of relief. Sure she wanted Lydia found but she wasn't too excited about getting out there to look for her, not when she knew what was out there now. Besides with a death happening there recently, not to mention the fire that had killed all those people, she didn't want to accidentally pick up on something, some vibe or vision that was there. All she needed was a reason for them all to see she really was crazy. Sending a quick goodnight to Scott, she pushed her books off her bed and fell into a restless sleep.

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The next morning, she had just finished breakfast with her dad and was gathering her backpack when he called to her to hold up for a second.

"So are you making friends now? I heard you on the phone last night."

Cat shrugged, fiddling with the zipper, "I don't know. There's a missing student and they just asked for my help."

Her father froze and looked up at her in worry. "Help how?" he demanded to know.

She scowled. "Dad, it's not like that. I work in the office, they needed help getting the word out."

"You know you can't tell them Catalina."

She looked away. "I know. It would be last year all over again."

"I'm not doing this to be mean." He reminded her. "I love you and last year really scared me, I don't want to lose you too."

Which is totally why he pretty much ignored her now.

"You won't. I'm not mom, not that much anyways and I have a handle on it now."

"Just be careful."

"I will Dad." She leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you after work."

She opened the door, stopping in surprise at seeing who was there. She looked behind her, thankful her dad hadn't seen and pushed him away so she could get outside.

"What are you doing here?" She hissed, pulling him further away from the door.

"Didn't you get my text?" Scott asked.

She shook her head. "I didn't check my phone, I rarely do."

"My mom just finished a shift and gave me the car for the day so I said I would come pick you up."

"You didn't have to."

"I wanted to." He firmly said.

Cat looked back at the door before hurrying him to his car, not waiting as she got into the passenger seat. The moment he got in and closed the door, she turned to him. "How much did you hear?"

"What makes you think-"

"Stop." She interrupted, pointing to his ears. "Enhanced hearing."

He sighed as he started the car and backed out of the driveway. "I got that something happened last year, I'm guessing before you moved here and you lost your mom?"

Cat sighed, looking out the window. "That's the gist of it."

"What happened?" Scott asked.

She shook her head, realizing she forgot a head band and her hair was falling over her eyes as was prone to do when she didn't have the front clipped back. "Stuff." She muttered.

"You don't want to talk about it?"

She shook her head. "It sucked, it was bad and now we're here to start over."

"Did you lose your mom then?" he hesitantly asked.

She shook her head. "No, I never knew my mom, she died when I too young."

"I'm sorry to hear that, was she sick?"

Cat let out a small snort, looking down at her hands in her lap. "In a way she was, yes. She killed herself."

"Oh." He grew quiet and Cat could practically feel the awkwardness because she knew he had something more to ask. She wondered if he would have the nerve to ask it because she had a feeling she knew exactly what he wanted to ask

"Is that what happened last year? You tried to kill yourself?"

Even though she was expecting it, she still looked over at him sharply. "What? Me? No. not at all. I was… diagnosed with the same mental… issues as my mom. I handled it badly but no, I didn't try to kill myself and no, I don't want to talk about it anymore. Did you find anything at the Hale house? Anything at all"

He glanced over at her suspiciously, wondering if she knew something he didn't. "No, should I have?"

"No, it's just really creepy and seems like the place where something weird would happen at. Who did you go with?"

"Stiles and we met up with Allison on the way there."

She breathed a small sigh of relief. That was good, Allison was fine and Scott had no idea she had been there alone.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Scott asked.

"Of course, why wouldn't I be? So no one has any leads on Lydia?"

"No, we're going to continue looking today after Allison's aunt's funeral."

"You're going to that?" Cat asked in disbelief. "I thought her family wanted you dead, I thought you guys were broken up?"

"For all intents and purposes we are and that's why I'm not dead. I'll be there, just not where anyone can see me. Allison needs me."

Cat frowned, wondering if that was a good idea or not. She really didn't want one of her first possible friends in Beacon Hills dead. She reached a hand over, making sure to touch bare skin, hoping to pick up on something that wouldn't send her reeling and panicking. She got a flash of the guys hidden behind a gravestone and Stiles dad catching them and that was okay by her, better him then the Argents.

"are you sure that's wise?" She asked out loud, trying to pass off her touch as a concerned friend.

He looked down at her hand then quickly at her, noticing she had hesitated; the look from yesterday of her completely zoning out was there momentarily before she spoke. There was something more going on with her and he promised himself he would figure it out right after they found Lydia.

"I'll be fine, promise." He reassured her as she pulled away.

"I'm sure you will." She murmured.

He parked the car and seeing as the school lot was practically empty, used his speed to get to other door and open it for her before she had her bag gathered.

"you don't have to be super nice to me and do all this stuff for me Scott. I appreciate it, but I will help you regardless, having a friend missing is scary so I will do my part."

"I'm not doing it because of that." He said, slightly frustrated. "Cat, you're cool, I like you and I want you to see that I do want to be your friend. When Lydia is found I'm not going to act like you don't exist."

"I'll take your word for it than." She tucked some hair behind her ear and saw Scott's eyes move to her wrist. She had forgotten about Jackson's bruise yesterday and he reached out to grab her arm to look at it better but she pulled away.

"Who did that?" His brown eyes flashed amber and she swore she could hear a low growl.

"Don't make me hit you on the nose with a rolled up newspaper and say bad puppy." Cat replied with a raised eyebrow. "Jackson was just mad that I didn't respond to him calling me 'Hey you.' So he stopped me and I pulled away from him, he had a good grip."

He laughed now and she was glad to see he was quickly back to normal. "bad puppy? Don't you know dogs and cats don't really get along?"

She grinned at him. "Lucky for you you're not a dog then huh?"

Scott shook his head as they reached her locker. "I still don't understand you and you're supposed awkwardness, I don't see it at all."

"You were lucky I guess, I'm no good at making friends, actually, I guess I'm the lucky one because you guys decided to give it a try, despite the circumstances."

"no, it's not just you. I'm glad we tracked you down yesterday morning."

There it was again, her face going bright red as he seemed to stand a little too close to her, staring into her eyes.

"Scott-whoa, what did I just walk into?"

Cat turned away, letting Scott deal with Stiles. "Nothing, we were just talking."

"Right, talking. Look, we have more issues here. Grave robbing to be exact."

"Someone stole a body?" Cat asked in disgust, turning back to them.

"No, just the liver."

Scott and Cat exchanged a look and she knew the same thing was running through their minds. Was it Lydia?

"She ate a liver?" Scott asked in disbelief

"No." Stiles replied "I didn't say she ate, I said it was missing and if she did so what? Liver is the most nutritious part of the body."

Scott quirked a small smile at her before turning back to Stiles. "I never ate anyone's liver."

"Right 'cause when it comes to werewolves you're a real model of self-control."

"Shouldn't you, I don't know, go over how Scott was when he first changed? I'm guessing Stiles knows all about it?" Cat wondered.

"Yes." Stiles cried. "She's right. Like what was going through your mind when you were turning, what were you drawn too?"

Scott looked at Cat before looking down. "Allison."

"That's it? Nothing else? Seriously?"

It was enough for Cat, who turned back to her locker, busying herself with the books she needed for the morning, reminding herself yet again that she was playing with fire. He loved Allison, the looks, the small touches, it was all in her head and she needed to build a bridge and get over it.

"Nothing else mattered." She heard Scott say. "But that's good right? Lydia was with you the night she was bitten."

"Yes, but she was looking for Jackson." Stiles replied sounding glum.

"Was Allison there when you were bitten Scott?" Cat asked.

"No, why?"

She turned back to them. "Simple, just because she was looking for Jackson doesn't mean he is who she is now drawn to. Logic."

"Well, either way, we need to find her tonight Dad's worried about what another night out there can do to her. And speaking of looking, Coach wants to talk to us again this morning. Something about stepping up the search parties?"

"Ok, I'll be right there." Scott turned back to her and she tried for a small smile. "Cat if I don't see you before, I'll talk to you after the funeral ok?"

He placed a hand on her arm causing her to gasp at what she saw in her mind, sending her reeling back. She became aware of herself again when pain exploded in the back of her head and when she opened her eyes, she was staring up at Scott, who was holding her in his arms, having collapsed against him after hitting her head on the locker.

"Are you okay?"

She stared up at him with wide blue eyes, seeing Stiles move into view.

"What the hell was that?" he asked.

"You startled me." She whispered. "but thank you for catching me."

Scott straightened up, pulling her with him. He let go of her to see how steady she was but seeing her sway he moved forward to grab her again, she looked like she had smoked her head on the locker pretty hard.

"no." she cried, moving away and down the hall "I'm fine. Thank you again, I should go."

"Cat," Scott called after her. "What's going on?"

She shook her head as she turned down the hallway leaving the two guys confused.

"Something is going on with her." Scott said.

"Don't tell me she's a werewolf too." Stiles groaned.

"No, I'd smell it if she was. There's something else, almost like, touching her sets something off."

"her Libido?" Stiles sarcastically asked. "I saw how close you two were getting, don't think Allison would be too happy about that."

"It's not like that." Scott protested. "Allison is… Allison. Cat is… Cat."

"Wow, that clears it all up."

"Cat is cool, we should definitely hang out with her after all this is over. I think she's lonely."

"And you don't think that would piss off Allison?"

"No. " Scott replied with a glare. "She likes her too. Besides Allison and I aren't supposed to be hanging out at least not in public."

"Then let's find Lydia first then worry about whatever weird thing is going on with Cat- Then worry about you with the upcoming full moon, then worry about Derek as the new alpha and whatever he's up to now. Don't you miss the days when we worried about just getting a date for the weekend?"

Scott smiled and shook his head as he followed Stiles to the locker room.

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