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After class, Scott briefly grabbed her hand, giving her a vision of where he wanted to meet. She nodded, giving Erica one last pleading look before grabbing Allison and ushering her towards the locker room and inside the coach's office, getting there just after the guys.
"Derek's waiting for Lydia outside of the school." Scott said the moment the doors were closed.
A pained look crossed Allison's face. "Waiting to kill her?"
"If he thinks she's the Kanima, yes. Especially after what happened at the pool."
"I tried to tell Erica to give me a chance to find out but after the venom, she wouldn't even look at me." Cat said.
"It's not her." Stiles firmly announced.
Scott sighed. "Stiles, she didn't pass the test man, nothing happened."
Stiles shook his head. "It can't be her."
"It doesn't matter because Derek thinks it's her." Allison said with a sigh.
"Why didn't you touch her when you were beside her?" Stiles asked, turning on Cat with accusatory eyes.
Cat looked at him with big eyes. "In front of all those people? Need I remind you what happened last time I touched someone and saw something I didn't want to? Whatever's going on with Lydia, I don't want to be around people when I touch her. It's not safe."
"But this all could have been figured out." Frustrated, he ran a hand over his head.
"I'm sorry that I didn't want to freak out in the middle of class and go back to the hospital's mental ward." Cat snapped. "I thought I would have a chance. I still can before Derek gets to her. So don't flip out on me. This isn't all sunshine and rainbows for me, okay? It hurts and I can't control it and it's not as easy as you're making it out to be."
"Cat's right," Allison said, "But, if Cat touches her and she's fine how do we convince Derek of that? Or does he already know about her? Erica would have told him, right?"
The petite Seer shook her head, looking worried. "She didn't. She's trying to protect me in her own way. But if Lydia turns out all clear, we might just have to tell Derek about me."
"You'd be willing to do that?" Allison asked, nervously chewing her lip.
"Of course. If Derek finds out about me, he won't necessarily kill me. However he has no qualms about doing that to Lydia."
"Maybe there's another way we can prove it's not her." Allison suggested. "What about the bestiary?"
"Oh you mean that 900 page book in Archaic Latin that none of us can translate? Yeah good luck with that." Stiles sarcastically told her. "All those nifty little skills Cat and one of them couldn't be Archaic Latin?"
"I can barely speak just Latin. Just the occasional expelliarmus, avada kedavra, Harry Potter type stuff. Now my parseltongue-"
She stopped when she noticed everyone looking at her with a raised eyebrow.
"What? I never said I wasn't a nerd."
"Oh." Allison exclaimed. "I might know someone that can translate it."
"Then I can talk to Derek, see if he can give us a chance to prove it. But if anything happens, you guys have to let me handle it." Scott decided.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Allison asked.
"You can't heal like I can."
Allison gave him an annoyed look and he stepped forward, cupping her cheek.
"I just don't want you getting hurt."
She turned away, reaching into her bag and pulling a weapon out. "I can protect myself."
"What the hell is that?" Cat asked, moving forward to look at it.
"What?" Allison ignored Cat as she stared at Scott, seeing that he still looked upset. "Did something else happen?"
He sighed. "I just don't want you getting hurt. Even with this, you can and what about Cat? She doesn't know how to protect herself."
"I'm not looking for a fight." Cat told him. "But don't even think about me going home, you need me to help prove this."
Scott sighed again, looking between the two girls. "Seriously, if anything goes wrong, call me. I don't care if your dad finds out Allison, call, text, scream, yell, whatever, I'll hear you and I'll find you as fast as I can."
Cat stepped back over to Stiles. "Are they gonna kiss again? 'Cause if so, let's turn away this time."
"Or play with this kick ass crossbow." Stiles suggested, picking it up.
"Be careful." She warned him
"I know, I'm fine I-" He stopped when he accidentally pulled the trigger, causing Cat to gasp as it went flying towards Scott who turned at the last second and caught it. He looked at them in shock as Allison rolled her eyes, turning to look at Stiles.
"Ah, sorry." He handed it to Allison, "sensitive trigger on that thing."
Scott left and Allison put her crossbow away. "I'll go see if I can find a translator, you guys find Lydia, do not let her out of your sight. I'll meet you at the library in a few."
They split up and the two caught up with Lydia outside the library.
"Hey." Cat called. "We need to talk to you."
"What?" Lydia asked.
"Study group. Sound good?"
"What? Now? I'm hungry." She protested.
"we'll find food on the way." Stiles said, ushering them into the library.
"Hey." Jackson called, coming up to them. "I need to talk to Lydia."
"Later." Stiles said. "We have a study group."
"Is it about that thing we talked about this morning?" Jackson asked. After Stiles nodded, he shrugged. "Then I'll come with you."
"Guys." A breathless Allison called, "We should go somewhere for…"
"Our study group?" Cat finished for her. "Get what you need?"
She shrugged. "I think we'll need your help."
"Where?" Stiles asked
Cat looked down at her phone, opening the message Scott had sent her. "Scott's house."
Stiles ushered them out of the library.
"If we're doing a study group? Why aren't we doing it in the library?" Lydia asked, looking thoroughly annoyed.
"Because we're meeting up with someone else." Stiles answered.
"Why don't they meet us in the library?"
"That's a good idea." Stiles replied, ushering her towards the exit. "Too late now."
Lydia stopped. "Okay, hold on-"
Jackson stepped up and grabbed her arm. "Lydia, shut up and walk." He pushed her towards the parking lot, leaving the other three to follow after.
They all piled into Stiles car, Allison and Cat squishing into the front seat together. When they got to Scott's house, they all rushed into the house, Stiles locking all three locks on the door. Lydia gave him a look to which he shrugged.
"There's been a lot of break ins lately." He looked around and grabbed a chair, wedging it under the door knob. Lydia raised her eyebrow, gesturing to that and he shrugged. "And a murder."
Cat bit back a chuckle, turning to Allison. "Scott will be here as soon as possible."
Allison nodded. "Should you try now?"
Cat nodded, giving her and Stiles a nervous look as she moved towards Lydia. "Hey, why don't we go see what Scott has for food?" She grabbed Lydia's hand briefly closing her eyes as they walked into the kitchen, pulling away with a frown as she opened the fridge.
"You keep looking, I'll see what everyone else wants." She went back into the living room and was met by Allison and Stiles. "Nothing." She told them.
Stiles sigh of relief was audible. "It's not her, I knew it."
"No, you don't get it." Cat said, her frown deepening. "There's nothing there. Like, when I touch her, it's not that I'm not getting any visions, it's like a big black void of emptiness. I don't even know how to explain it right."
Stiles began to pace. "So she still might be?"
"Maybe whatever made her immune to the bite and to the venom made her immune to Cat too?" Allison suggested hopefully.
"God, I hope so." Stiles muttered.
"What the hell are you guys on about?" Jackson asked. "Immune to Cat how? Are you one of them too? How could you be one of them and nothing happened to me. Unbelievable."
Cat rolled her eyes. "It's not what you think, Jackson so just calm down."
"There's nothing here." Lydia complained, coming back in.
"That's fine, follow me Lydia, we need to talk." Jackson motioned for her to follow, which Lydia did but not before rolling her eyes.
"Seriously? What is wrong with everyone today?" She huffed as they went to Scott's room.
"Now what?" Stiles asked, looking between the two remaining girls.
Allison shrugged while Cat turned away from them with a frown, something drawing her to the window. She moved the curtain aside to look out and when she did, she softly swore.
"We have company."
They rushed up behind her to look out the window.
"Ahh, not good." Stiles said, letting the curtain fall back into place, "Someone call Scott." He tossed his phone to Allison and Cat frowned, unable to believe he already got another one and had his jeep back. But she would worry about that later.
"You need to get here now. Right now." She told him when he answered, quickly explaining who was outside. She hung up, telling them he was on his way.
"Do we just wait?" Stiles asked.
"I could go out and talk to them?" Cat suggested, "Tell them what I know?"
"No." Allison firmly replied, pulling out her crossbow. She sighed, pulling her phone out with her other hand.
"What are you doing?" Stiles asked.
"I think- I think I should call my dad."
"No." Cat said. "If he finds you here, our cover is blown and Scott's dead."
"They're not here to scare us." Allison cried. "They're here to kill Lydia."
"Then let me go talk to them." Cat begged.
"No." Both her and Stiles said.
"Scott would kill us. Actually, they might kill you, then us and if they don't, Scott definitely will." Stiles told her.
"We can't just sit here."
"Uh, yes we can. Scott will be here soon." Stiles reminded her.
"Know what would be nice?" Cat said, trying to keep the panic out of her voice. "some little vampire clause that says they can't enter without an invite. That would really be nice right about now. Please tell me there is one you guys haven't told me about. It would be really useful."
"Cat, you're babbling." Allison told her. "Go with Lydia and Jackson and we'll hold them off until Scott gets here."
"No." She cried completely outraged, resisting the urge to stomp her foot. "I'm not some damsel in distress, going into hiding and letting my friends fight. I'm staying here." She really, really didn't want to but she couldn't run away either.
Stiles rushed down the hall and back, handing her a baseball bat. "Then I hope you have a good swing."
She took it with a smirk. "Not bad actually."
Allison looked out the window again. "So we just wait here until they make a move?"
Stiles looked out again before looking at her cross bow. "Shoot one of them."
"What?" Allison looked at him as though he had gone crazy.
"Shoot one of them. They don't expect us to fight, I guarantee you shoot one of them and they'll leave."
"Or be really, really pissed off and kill us faster." Cat interjected.
Allison looked out with a sigh. "Which one?"
"Derek." Stiles decided.
The brunette shook her head. "If Scott caught the crossbow then Derek definitely will."
"Then shoot one of the other three."
Cat looked out the window this time, noticing that someone was missing.
"You mean other two?" Allison asked.
"No-"
"Isaac isn't there." Cat told them, backing away from the door as she grasped the bat with both hands.
Allison backed up, raising the crossbow at the door as Cat raised the bat, her knuckles white from gripping it so tight and ignoring the twinge of pain in the wrist she had sprained what seemed like ages ago. She was pulled off balance as the bat was wrenched from her and she turned to see Isaac there, right before he pushed her away into a wall. She hit hard but forced herself to her knees as she took stock of the situation. She could see him standing in front of a fallen Stiles and luckily Allison wasn't around, hopefully she had gone to warn Lydia and Jackson. Erica appeared in the back doorway, heading in the direction that Lydia and Jackson were.
"Erica, don't" She pleaded.
The blonde looked at her, hesitating only briefly before continuing onto her destination. Cat stood up holding onto the wall for support as she looked around for the bat. She would hit Isaac, and then she would go help Allison. She really didn't want to hit Erica but when it came down to that or them killing Lydia well, her blonde friend could survive the hit.
Cat picked up the bat, stumbling towards Isaac. She used to play softball when she was younger and her dad had pretended to give a damn but soon he had stopped and she no longer played. It had been years, but at least she knew how to swing a bat. She gripped the bat with both hands and swung. Isaac turned around at the last second, getting his arms up to take the brunt of the hit. He snarled at her in anger advancing on her, wolfed out now, fangs showing. She backed up as she brought the bat up again to swing. This time he caught it, pulling it towards him so that she stumbled forward and he shot out a hand wrapping it around her neck and lifting her off the ground. She briefly grew still as images flooded through her of Isaac and his father. He was right, he had not killed him, something else had but the fact that he was gone didn't mean a lot to him. His dad was an abusive asshole, he had gone so far as to lock Isaac in a box and Cat realized that if she had been in his place, she probably would've done the same thing he did, joined Derek's pack.
"I used to like you Cat. But somehow, hitting me with a bat kind of changes that."
She was pulled out of the vision and her eyes were wide as she began to claw at his hands in an attempt to loosen them so she could breathe. Stiles jumped at him but Isaac batted him away as though he were no bigger than an annoying fly. Not taking his eyes off Cat, he applied more pressure, causing her face to go red as what little air supply she had left was effectively cut off. She kept clawing at his hands though, her fighting becoming weaker when a blur flew into the room and speared Isaac, his hold on her loosening as they flew across the room, and Cat smacked into a nearby table. She lay in a heap on the floor, her neck throbbing from where he had choked her and her forehead now hurting from where she had hit the corner of the table.
Someone turned her over, brushing hair back from her face. "Shit Cat, you're bleeding."
She opened her eyes, looking up at Stiles and hearing the front door open. "What's going on?" She asked, taking the towel Stiles had given her and holding it to her head.
"Scott's kicking ass is what's going on. Can you sit up?"
"Yeah, help me?" her voice was raspy, no doubt from being choked and she knew she would have bruises.
He grabbed an arm just as Allison came up on her other side, helping her up. Scott grabbed a paralyzed Erica, throwing her out the front door beside Isaac who had been knocked out by Scott. He moved over to them, quickly checking her over, scowling at the cut and the bruises already visible on her neck. After making sure Stiles had her, he turned and stepped out onto the porch to meet Derek head on. Cat, leaning against Stiles, motioned them to follow. She tried to stand on her own but Stiles kept an arm wrapped around her waist the moment he saw how unsteady she was.
Derek only smiled at all of them. "I'm finally beginning to understand why you keep refusing me Scott. You're not an Omega, you're already an Alpha, of your own pack." His smile grew. "But you know you can't beat me."
"I can hold you off until the cops get here." Scott replied, his voice low and dangerous.
As if on cue sirens were heard in the distance and everyone turned to look at the direction they were coming from. Something caught Derek's eye and he turned to look at Scott's roof, a look of puzzlement crossing his face. Scott's head also moved to look up before he grabbed Cat and ushered them out onto the lawn so they could look up at the roof, watching as the Kanima slithered along it, turning to hiss at them before scurrying away. Cat jumped as Scott's arm tightened around her.
"Get them out of here." Derek told Boyd, referring to the other pack members as he stared at the creature in anger.
They all looked to the front door as Lydia came running out. "would someone please tell me, what in thee hell is going on?"
Everyone stared at her in surprise before looking back up to where the Kanima had disappeared.
"Oh my god." Cat whispered.
"It's Jackson." Scott finished her thought as they stared in shock.
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