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A ringing phone woke her up this time and she blindly reached out for her phone, picking it up and muttering something unintelligible.
"Cat, is that you?"
She shook her head, trying to clear the fog from her mind. "Stiles?"
"Oh thank god, I need you to come get me."
She yawned as she rubbed her eyes, looking at her alarm clock to see it was only 9 30, which meant her dad was home so she could take the car. "Wait, where's your car? And why are you calling me? Where's Scott? Or even Allison?"
"Scott's phone is off and Allison isn't answering. And my jeep's been impounded."
"Whoa, what? What did you do?"
He sighed. "Long story, come get me please?"
"Yes sure- holy crap." She screeched as something jumped onto her bed.
"What, what's wrong?"
She reached over to turn on her lamp, frowning when she saw what it was. She had forgotten all about her new little friend. "It's just Ralph, he, no I mean she, scared the crap outta me."
"Ralph? You have umm… company?"
She groaned. "Another long story but I'm now in possession of a cat, I hate cats."
"You have a female cat named Ralph, and how could you hate cats? You're a Cat."
Another groan. "I just had this conversation, I swear. I thought it was a boy, and cats always look suspicious, like they're hiding something and they know far more than they should, and I'm just not an animal fan in general. Just tell me where you are."
He relayed the address and she promised to be there in about ten minutes. As she was getting to leave, Ralph followed her to the door and she realized she couldn't leave her here, her dad would have a fit, he disliked animals even more than she did. She scooped up the cat and put her in the car, driving to the address Stiles had given her. When she got there, she parked her car, staring at the police cars and ambulance in bewilderment. She saw Stiles sitting on the back of an ambulance talking to his dad and when he saw her, finished up, walking over to her and getting in the car.
He looked at her with a smirk as Ralph climbed into his lap. "For someone who hates cats, you seem awfully attached."
"Dad would kill me if he knew. What the hell happened here? Are you okay?"
He nodded, then shook his head. "No, I came to get my car fixed. Erica, that bitch removed my starter, then knocked me out with it. Just a suggestion but you might want to drop her as a friend. I came here and then I was paralyzed and then my car squished the mechanic."
"What?" She asked in confusion. She reached out a hand to touch him. "May I?"
"What happened to your wrist?" he asked, staring at her still wrapped hand.
"Slight sprain, I also got into it with Erica. Now give me your hand."
"Can you though? I'm not Scott."
She shrugged. "I've spent the last year avoiding anyone's touch. For all I know, it's just as powerful with anyone. Just think hard about what happened."
"Like I can think of anything but." He muttered before he held a hand out to her. She clasped his hand, her eyes going distant as she replayed the events of his day and night. Erica knocking him out, waking up in a dumpster, going to get his car fixed, the gross substance on the doorknob, Stiles paralysis, watching the mechanic get cut and paralyzed and his car slowly coming down to squish him. Luckily, Stiles had closed his eyes and she was spared of seeing it too. Then he opened his eyes and the creature was right in front of him hissing and as she stared into its eyes, she couldn't help but feel the same way stiles did. A slight familiarity.
"it was that…thing you guys saw-"
"Oh my god, it doesn't have to cut you, you only need to touch it's venom." she realized.
He looked at her and the back door opened, Scott sliding into the seat. "Sorry, I just got your message and came as fast as I could." He paused, noticing their clasped hands. "What's going on?"
Stiles released her hand and relayed the info she just saw to him, explaining that she had wanted to see what had happened and see if she could find out from touching him.
Scott looked between the two of them and Cat briefly wondered if he was jealous. He had no right or reason to be though, right?
"So would that have been the same thing that killed Bennett?" Cat asked, watching Ralph jump off Stiles and curl up into a ball on Scott's lap.
"If it's paralyzing like that, then yes."
"Something about it though." Stiles said.
"its eyes." Cat agreed, "Like we knew it. Or rather, you did?"
"Or it knew me." He replied.
The three teens exchanged a look before Cat turned around, starting up her car.
"So now what?" She asked.
"We go home, we sleep, we try to figure this out tomorrow." Stiles said.
"What about what we found out?" Cat asked.
Stiles sighed. "Can it wait until the morning? My head hurts."
She nodded, as Scott said his goodbyes and left to get back to his car. Stiles and Cat were silent for the ride to his place. He gave a halfhearted goodbye before leaving the car and she made sure he got inside before pulling away, all she needed was a concussed Stiles passing out on the lawn.
After he was in, she drove home, almost forgetting about Ralph until she jumped onto her lap, causing her to groan. This cat had better not be getting attached to her because it was going back in the morning. Ralph's real owners would probably go to pick her up and wouldn't be too happy when there was no cat there.
"Fine." She grumbled as she got out of the car. "But no sleeping on my bed, I don't like you."
"Mreow." Was the cat's reply.
"Should it worry me that you're all black? Isn't that bad luck? I really don't need bad luck right now."
Ralph rubbed her head against Cat's chin, causing Cat to make a face at it. "Stop that, it's not going to make me like you."
She yawned as she made her way to her room, kicking the door closed with her foot before collapsing on her bed.
"You know, talking to your cat is the first step to becoming a crazy cat lady."
She sighed, not even opening her eyes as Scott jumped onto the bed beside her. "Why am I not surprised that you're here?"
"You told me to come see you tonight remember?"
"That was before our ice rink party. Here, have a cat."
"I think she likes you. And Ralph? Great name."
She pushed Scott's shoulder. "Her name, is Ralphina. I'm tired, go home."
"I can't, I need your help."
"What now?" She asked, sitting up on her elbows as she warily looked at him.
"Homework. I'm failing some classes."
"Slave driver." She muttered.
"Please?" He begged her. "my mom's going to kill me."
"Scott, I'll help, I promise but can I please get just a bit of sleep? You can copy some of my work and I'll teach it to you after so it's not really cheating, okay?" She yawned, laying back down and closing her eyes.
"Thanks Cat, you're the best."
"Yeah, yeah, I know." She rolled towards him, laying her head on his chest. "thank god I had nothing better to do then get ahead in all my classes, huh? Better yet, thank god we teamed up, who knows where you'd be."
"Failing, probably repeating sophomore year." He said with a laugh, wrapping an arm around her. "But again, you know I'm not using you just for your brains and hacking skills, right?"
She yawned again before answering him, sounding on the verge of sleep. "I know, I see things. I should have my own Disney channel show called That's So Catalina."
"But that's not just it. I wouldn't care if you couldn't do that you know."
"I know." She tilted her chin up, grabbing the back of his head to kiss him soundly on the lips. "It's 'cause I have nice lips."
Her hand and head dropped back down and as soon as he pulled himself from his shock and called her name, she was already fast asleep. He kissed the top of her head, falling asleep shortly after.
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"What the hell is this, Catalina?"
Her eyes snapped open at hearing her Dad's voice in the doorway. "Jesus Christ Dad, have you ever heard of knocking?" She stopped. Oh hell, he found her and Scott, he may not pay much attention to her but finding a boy in her room was probably enough to make him notice. She sat up and looked behind her to see the bed was empty, so what had her dad all in a tizzy?
"I would have knocked but I was so confused by the meowing sounds coming from your room. When did I say it was okay to get a cat?"
Cat rolled her eyes, falling back onto her bed as she looked at her alarm clock. It was only 3 am and her dad would be getting ready for work right about now and that stupid cat had to go and meow and ruin it all.
"You didn't. It's not mine, I hate cats, and it will be gone as soon as the vet's office is open. Can I sleep now?"
"No, I also know you took the car last night and your school called, saying you've missed a bunch of classes."
"Dad." She cried in an exasperated voice. If it didn't have to do with her special abilities, he usually didn't care so why was he choosing now to care? "A friend was in trouble, I had to pick him up and I've been in the office a lot and I'm done my sophomore year. The classes are a formality as far as I'm concerned. So just, let me sleep."
"We're going to talk about this later."
"No, we're not." She snapped, sitting up. "Don't pretend that you all of a sudden care when all your worried about is whether I'm using my abilities around people. Well guess what, I've opened up a shop downtown, that's why I'm never at school, happy?"
"You've never talked like this before." He noted. "And what happened to your wrist?"
"I fell and hurt it and I'm speaking like this because you've never woken me up at 3 in the morning to pretend you care about my life. My little secret is safe, goodnight." She promptly rolled over and waited for him to leave her room, which he did after a few minutes. She listened to him getting ready and leaving the house before she sat up again, noticing she was still in her jeans from yesterday and they were decidedly uncomfortable. Sliding off the bed, and reaching for some shorts to put on, she undid her jeans and began sliding them down her legs.
"Still here."
She jumped, letting out an eep of surprise before throwing her shorts in the direction of the voice.
Scott stepped out of her closet, holding up the shorts and looking at them with a smirk. "Death by tiny shorts, I can live with that, if, in fact, you decide to model them first."
She glared at him, stomping over to pull them out of his hand. "I thought you left, jerk."
"No, I hid when I heard your dad coming and Ralph meowing."
"You could have said something before my jeans were half off."
"I was thinking of just letting you change but something told me you wouldn't be too happy about that."
She continued to glare at him until he turned around and she quickly changed, jumping back onto her bed.
"Wow." He said when turning back around.
"What?" She snapped.
"Nothing, just enjoying the view."
"Perv." She muttered.
He smiled, lying back down beside her. "What was up with you and your dad?"
She shrugged. "Don't get me wrong, I love him and all and I do look after him, make sure he's fed and whatnot but other than that, he hasn't shown a huge interest in my life, which I'm okay with."
"You're the kid, shouldn't he be looking after you?"
Another shrug, "It's never worked that way. I want to say he hasn't been the same since my mother died, but I really don't know. Now, it's 3 AM, for the love of all that is holy, please sleep."
She turned away, a small smile coming to her face as Scott turned towards her and wrapped his arms around her.
"Goodnight Cat." He whispered, placing a kiss just behind her ear.
"Goodnight." She whispered back, closing her eyes and falling asleep.
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