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I'm trying to incorporate the FB game and the series, so some incidents may seem off or out of place but i am trying to match them up properly.

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A quiet thump was enough to wake Cat up. She was a light sleeper and the smallest noises would wake her, this was no exception. She shot up in bed, trying to untangle herself, instead falling off the bed and onto the floor with a loud thump.

"What the fuck?" She cried.

"Whoa. Now there's a word I didn't think would ever come out of your mouth."

She stopped struggling and pushed her hair back to squint up at whoever was in her room.

"Scott?"

"Do you need some help?"

"No." She cried, holding out a hand to ward him off. "Just give me a second." She grunted as she untangled herself from her blanket and straightened her clothes before sitting up and staring at him. "What the hell are you doing here?"

He held out a hand to help her up but she ignored it, continuing to stare at him until he answered.

"I came to tell you-"

"That you found Lydia." She finished for him. It wasn't a question but a statement, like she already knew and he knew it had just happened and was not on the news yet.

"How did you know?"

"Well, not many werewolves jump on through my window at night, so I figured it was for a good reason. I do have a phone you know." She reached over and picked up a hoodie to put on, not feeling entirely comfortable talking to Scott in the tank top and bootie shorts she always slept in.

"You said you never answered." He gave her a small smile. "Where's your dad?"

"He's on graveyard tonight, which is lucky for you."

"I would have been more careful if I knew he was home. It's not safe for you to be home alone at night."

"I'm fine, not like anyone is after me." She stood up to peer closely at him. "What's wrong? You seem upset. You did find Lydia right? She's alright, so what has you so upset."

"How did you know she was okay?"

She shrugged. "Just a hunch."

"no, it wasn't, you know something."

"No, I don't." She snapped. "are you going to tell me what's going on or not?"

"Not until you do."

Cat looked at him sharply, her heart beginning to race. "not until I what?"

"Tell me what's going on with you." He replied, stepping closer. "Just now, your heartbeat sped up and now I can smell fear. Sometimes you get this look on your face like you're seeing something else that only you can see and this morning it wasn't me touching you that startled you, it was something else."

She forced herself to calm down as she raised an eyebrow at him. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Cat." He cried, stepping even closer. "please, let me in, tell me what's going on. You've helped us, I can help you."

She stepped away but he grabbed her hand and she momentarily froze before she began to scream.

"Oh my god. Cat. Shh, your neighbors. Holy crap, Cat, what's wrong?" He thought at first she really didn't want him to touch her or something but now she had a death grip on his hand as she screamed and stared at something only she could see.

Just as soon as it started it stopped and she wrenched her hand away, stumbling back and falling down on her ass. Scott was too surprised to catch her, only able to stare down at her in horror.

"Do I- do I need to call your dad?"

"No." She cried. "Don't. What the hell happened tonight?"

"What did you see?" He cautiously asked.

"Who was cut in half by Allison's family?" She looked up at him with haunted eyes as she sat there gasping for breath.

He knelt down beside her, his hands hovering above her, afraid to touch her. "Cat, can I touch you without you screaming?"

She nodded. "Just not-not bare skin. Not yet."

He grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look at him. "How did you know all that? You need to tell me what's going on."

"I-I don't know, I just know things. You seem to really set it off and oh god- is that guy dead? That already happened?"

Scott nodded. "Yes, he was an Omega. A lone wolf, I didn't know him."

She drew in a ragged breath, closing her eyes as she tried to focus herself.

"Cat?"

"I don't want to lose myself." She whispered. "Not again. Never again."

"Cat, you won't lose yourself, I promise. I won't let you."

She finally opened her eyes and looked at him. "I can't lose myself again Scott."

"Why do you think you'll lose yourself?"

"It happened last time, at my old school. You might have heard about that shooting at a Ridgeway High back east, the beginning of freshman year?"

Scott nodded, sitting beside her and moving them so they were leaning against the bed.

"That was my old school. I wasn't at school the day it happened, something told me to stay home that day and I did."

"What did?" He asked.

Cat shrugged. "I don't know, a feeling, a vibe, something. I don't know. But I stayed home and some lunatic went on a shooting rampage. When I went back to school after it happened, I didn't handle it so well. The chaos, the shooting, the pain, everyone's emotions were still there and I lost it."

"What do you mean you lost it?"

Another shrug as she let out a loud sigh. "For a lack of a better term, I went insane and I lost myself. According to what my dad told me after, I started screaming in the middle of the school hallway, it took me a week before I came back to myself and I was in a hospital then. My dad moved us here the moment I was well enough to travel."

"I still don't understand." Scott said, "Why would you react like that? Did you know the victims?"

She shook her head. "Not personally and this is where it gets… confusing and weird and a little unbelievable."

"You're talking to a werewolf here." he reminded her with one of his crooked smiles.

"I inherited something special from my mom, it's what ultimately killed her. She was a seer and she passed it onto me."

"You can see the future?" He looked sideways at her, trying to gauge if she was telling the truth.

"Not always. Sometimes I see peoples memories or what will happen in the future or even what someone is thinking about. "

"So you can read our minds?"

"No." Cat cried. "well, not really. I'm mucking this all up." She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "If I touch you like skin to skin, sometimes, only sometimes may I get a flash of something going on. Case in point when you touched my hand that day you met me, I saw your wolf eyes. Just a flash. But it doesn't always happen. Sometimes I can force it, maybe get a glimpse of the future. But nothing is certain, it's really only flashes. But I'm only going by what I read in my moms journals. I've spent the last year avoiding touching anyone. When you drove me to school, and I touched your hand, I wanted to make sure you would be alright going to Allison's Aunt's funeral. I saw a flash of Stiles dad grabbing you left it at that."

"And this morning? What happened then?" Scott asked.

"I knew you guys would find Lydia. But I saw the ambulance and the blood and it startled me, so I guess I pulled back too hard and smoked my head on the locker, which really hurt by the way. It drove my mom insane, apparently hers was a lot stronger but it's what killed her in the end, she couldn't handle it anymore."

Scott looked confused and she feared that this was too much, that he really thought she was crazy.

"so what exactly happened at your old school?" Scott finally asked.

"I guess I picked up on someone's bad vibes and stayed home but when I returned to school, everything was too fresh, too new in everyone's minds and I guess, somehow it just stuck to everything there, even inanimate objects. I touched my locker and started screaming and then I was just lost. Dad told me that I kept screaming and screaming and people were holding me down. An ambulance was called, I had to be sedated and they blamed it on the traumatic experience and me grieving."

"But you got something out of touching your locker?" Scott asked.

She nodded. "Someone, the owner of the locker beside me was shot there. The death was so violent and so unexpected it's like it was happening all over again but in my mind. I was the one getting shot, I was the one dying, and I lost it. I had never experienced that before, it had always been feelings or vibes of something being off. That was when the visions started, it was my first one and I guess I couldn't handle it. I spent 2 weeks in the hospital getting evaluated and when I got better, we moved here and Dad made me swear to be careful, to not let anyone know, to avoid anything when possible and I did for a whole year but now…" she trailed off, shaking her head.

"We got you involved." Scott finished. "Cat, I'm so sorry."

"Don't, I didn't have to be." She hoarsely replied. "I chose to. I just don't-"

"Want to be lost." He finished for her. "Did that almost happen tonight?"

"It wasn't just a flash, I saw him get sliced, it's like I was there." She shuddered. "while I can force it sometimes, I can't always control when they happen but it happens a lot with you."

"I can try and not touch you anymore?"

"No." She slapped a hand over her mouth as her face heated up. "I mean, I don't want that to happen. I need to be more careful."

"Why didn't you tell us we would find Lydia?" Scott asked.

"Because to tell you might change the outcome and she needed to be found before someone or something else did. You see, after we moved here, my dad gave me all my mom's old journals, saying that perhaps I could learn something from that. The most important part was that to know something, could give you the chance to alter it. If I said something to you guys, then maybe Lydia wouldn't be found and I couldn't risk that. I'm not perfect though, I know it's not always that simple and it wasn't for my mom either but I'm trying to learn and understand it all."

"So you have all this information you don't mean to find out in your head and you just have to keep it in."

"You think I'm crazy." She pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them.

"no, I think having to deal with that is crazy and I promise I will do everything I can to help you. Stiles helped me deal when I got bitten, I'm sure he'll have ideas to help you too."

"You're telling others?" Cat began to panic. It was hard enough to tell Scott, she couldn't let anyone else know.

"Stiles can help."

"No one else, please, not yet. If Stiles can help, then maybe but I just can't right now."

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Cat."

"Yes, it is. I'm a freak, I'm crazy, insane, not normal."

He began to laugh and she whipped her head to the side to face him. "What?"

"You think you're a freak? Did you forget who you're sitting beside? I turn fuzzy during the full moon and at odd times in between."

"And I see things that I shouldn't." She began to laugh with him and it just felt good to get it all out.

"we're quite the pair, aren't we?" she asked as they calmed down.

"And we'll get through this, together."

"Promise?" She whispered.

He reached over cupping her cheek and she closed her eyes, seeing something else and wanting it so badly, even though she knew it was wrong.

"What did you see that time?" He asked when her eyes opened and she was looking at him.

She gave him a small smile. "Nothing like before."

"I think I know." He said with a small smile. "I was thinking about it just now when I touched you."

He leaned over, gently pressing his lips to hers. She quit breathing, unable to believe this was happening. This shouldn't be happening. She pulled away.

"What? Did you see something else?" Scott asked, sounding confused.

"Yes, Allison punching me."

He sighed, dropping his head back on the bed. "Cat, I'm sorry."

She smiled as she stood up but the smile was forced. "I know. Don't worry about it but you should probably go."

"No, look, I shouldn't have done that. Can we just hang out and talk? Nothing else, I promise."

She wanted to tell him it wasn't a good idea, she knew it wasn't but instead she sat down beside him and they spent the next few hours talking. Eventually, her head landed on his shoulder and she drifted off, not waking until the next morning, in her bed alone.

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