Yeah, I'm still 4 away but what the hell, we'll bump it up to 110. if reviews hit 110 before next monday, then yeah, you WILL get a chapter sooner. Enjoy, this one is at least a bit longer ;)

So, like, I still have at least 20 chapters left to this story... maybe more like 30 and I'm all the way to the end of Season 2. So I ask you, do I wait until season 3 happens to continue the story or should I just kind of go off into my own storyline? please let me know in a review k? thanks :D

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"Stiles, take Cat to a hospital, I have to go after it."

Derek was already long gone and Scott was about to follow when Cat grabbed his hand. He paused to look at her, knowing the signs of when she was seeing something. She came out of it moments later.

"Allison, take Lydia home, Stiles drive Scott, I know where they're going." She pushed Scott and Stiles towards the car, stopping briefly when Allison called to her.

"What about you?" Allison asked. "You're head, it's bleeding a lot."

"Head wounds do. Trust me I know, this isn't a first. Just go, I'll get fixed after."

She hurried over to the jeep, Scott pulling her into his lap as Stiles took off, giving him directions on where to go.

"How do you know where they're going?" Stiles asked.

"Because I saw Scott there and as long as he was there, I could pick up exactly where Jackson will be, turn here."

Scott's arms tightened around her as he made a fast turn.

"We're almost there." Cat said, reaching out and touching Stiles' face briefly before pulling back and grabbing Scott's hand. "Sorry, don't mean to be invasive but I just had to see if there are any obstacles. Stiles, you'll have to stop, there are tire spikes coming up and Scott, you have to go alone. The Argents are there, I think you're saving Allison's grandfather? I don't know just go, I know where to meet you."

She turned, grabbing his face in her hands. "Be careful. Stiles, stop." She turned to the front, bracing herself as his jeep squealed to a stop in front of the tire spikes. He hadn't even finished stopping before Scott had the door open and was out of the car, leaving a surprised Cat in the seat marveling at how fast he moved.

Stiles and Cat didn't move for a few moments, listening instead. Gunshots sounded and she jumped, grabbing his arm.

"Was he…?"

She shook her head. "I don't think he's there yet. But we need to get to a club, it's um…" She closed her eyes, trying to bring back the vision she had seen but she was only looking at it from the side. "I couldn't read the name but it had green neon lighting for the name and there were a lot of guys- do we even have a gay night club here?"

"Jungle." Stiles confirmed.

Cat looked at him with a small smirk. "Should I even ask how you know that?"

He shot her a glare as he reversed before turning around and driving back to the main road.

"Why couldn't we have just taken Scott there?"

She shrugged. "I think, perhaps that Gerard had to see Scott there and see Scott save him? But that's just a guess." She wiped her forehead, her hand coming away with blood. She had forgotten about the cut. "Do you have anything to stop the blood flow before I pass out?"

"Glove compartment. There's a mini first aid kit my dad put in there."

She rummaged around, pulling it out and finding only band aids. She pulled them all out, snorting with laughter when she saw they were SpongeBob Squarepants band aids. Again he glared at her as she began applying band aids. It took quite a few but would have to do for the time being. Ignoring Stiles protest, she wormed her way into the back, reaching in behind the back seats and pulling out a bunch of clothes.

"What the hell are you doing?" Stiles asked.

"Getting ready for the club." She replied, pulling off her belt and slipping on a pair of his pants, using the belt again to hold his pants up. Stiles wasn't exactly a large guy but she was all of 110 lbs now since meeting her new friends and running around like a mad woman.

"In my clothes? How did you even know I had clothes back there?"

She shrugged, unraveling the tensor bandage on her wrist. "I was wearing your clothes so it was a lucky guess. Keep your eyes on the road."

She stripped down to her thin cami tank top, removing her bra before wrapping the tensor bandage around her chest, to help give the allusion of a flat chest. Not that she was big to begin with. But being this small, she needed all the help she could get to look like a guy.

"We're here." Stiles told her. "What now?"

"Well don't look back yet, now look to the right side of the club. Is Scott there yet?"

"No?"

Okay, keep looking, I'm almost done." She pulled on a shirt then a zip up hoodie before rummaging again for a hat of some kind. She found a beanie and put it on, tucking her hair into it and making sure it covered the gauze. Luckily she had worn runners that day. There was a bit of pink in them but hopefully at this club pink would be nothing.

"He's there."

"Let's roll." She told him, following him out of the jeep.

When she straightened up, he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "You're a pretty hot dude."

She stuck her tongue out at him as she moved across the street, coming up behind Scott, who turned in surprise.

"Can I help-" He stopped when he noticed Stiles, looking down at her in confusion. "Cat? What the hell?"

"Did you know Stiles knew where this place was no problem?"

"Shut up Cat." He turned to Scott. "Did you find him?"

Scott shook his head. "But why is Cat-"

"What, you can't pick up on its scent?" Stiles asked.

"I don't think it has a scent." Scott replied.

"So what, it's in the club or something?" Stiles asked turning to her.

She shrugged. "We need to get in there, yeah."

Scott looked around the corner before turning back to her. "Why?"

Without looking behind her, she pointed to Stiles over her shoulder, who was looking up at the roof, trying to get their attention. "It just went inside." She told him.

"But why?" Stiles asked, still staring up.

Scott stopped and turned with a frown, looking around the corner "I know who he's after." He pulled Cat with him, pointing to the front of the line-up.

"Danny?" She asked, recognizing the guy at the front of the line-up.

He nodded as Stiles moved to the side door, jiggling the door knob but to no avail. He began moving along the wall, looking up as he spoke. "I wonder if there's like a window we can climb through or some kind of-"

Scott gave the doorknob an extra hard wrench breaking the knob and passing it to Stiles as he grabbed Cat's hand and pulled her in.

"-doorknob we can rip off with supernatural strength. How did I not think of that one?" He asked, following after them.

They entered in to loud, thumping music, Disco balls, and strobe lights. Scott stopped as he looked around in shock.

"Dude, everyone in here is a dude."

Cat snickered as Scott continued on. "I think we're at a gay club."

He looked towards Stiles who had already been pulled into a group of drag queens, all petting him. Cat burst out laughing as Stiles glared at her then Scott. "Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh Scott."

"Is that why you're dressed…?"

She nodded. "Although, I guess I didn't have to. I mean, I could've been a drag queen, right?"

Scott shook his head. "I don't think you'd pass for one."

"I don't know if I should be insulted of happy." Cat replied, scrunching her nose.

Scott grinned before he grabbed her hand to pull her towards the bar but she pulled away, instead grabbing Stiles hand and pulling him away from his new friends. "Sorry ladies, I've already called dibs."

The Drag queens all made noises of discontent as their toy was pulled away and over to the bar. "Lucky for you my voice is all nice and raspy. Does it make me sound like a dude?" She asked with a smile, walking up behind Scott.

Stiles ignored her, ordering three beers instead.

"ID please?" The bartender asked looking between the three of them.

She shook her head. "Coke for me, I'm the DD."

The guys took out their ID's as the bartender looked them over, "How about some cokes instead?"

"Rum and coke? Sure." Stiles said, moving to the beat. The bartender just looked at him until he finally relented. "Yeah, Coke is fine."

He walked away, motioning another bartender over who placed the drinks in front of them, looking at Scott. "That one's paid for." He motioned to a guy at the bar who held a beer up to them in salute. Cat grabbed Scott's hand, lifting it for the guy to see, with a small shrug.

Scott moved in to speak in her ear. "Don't tell me you're jealous."

She laughed. "Sorry, I didn't realize you would enjoy this. Shall I get his number for you?"

He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer as he placed a kiss on her ear lobe. "Nah, I think I'll keep you instead even if you do look like a dude. A pretty hot one though. I'm kinda curious though to see why you appear so flat." He went to grab her shirt, pulling it away so he could take a peek.

She sent a sideways glare at him, grabbing his hand "You're only doing that because you know I can't pull away."

He chuckled in her ear, sending a shiver up her spine. She just had to keep reminding herself, they were not together, this was all a show. It was fake, it meant nothing. Just like those kisses the night before, right? Yeah, she was delusional.

"I found Danny." Stiles announced.

They turned around, Cat looking where Stiles gestured as Scott looked up, following something with his eyes. "I found Jackson."

The other two looked up, watching the Kanima move across the ceiling towards Danny.

"Oh god." Cat whispered.

"Get Danny." Scott told Stiles before grabbing Cat's arm. "You stay here."

"What? But-"

"Cat, please." Scott begged.

"What are you going to do?" Stiles asked Scott, who still hadn't taken his eyes off the Kanima.

Scott's only response was to extend his claws on his hand.

"Works for me." Stiles said, going off to get Danny.

Cat stayed where she was as Scott moved to follow the Kanima, his eyes never leaving the ceiling. She looked to watch Stiles progress, wanting to giggle at seeing him stuck in the middle of a group of guys, trying to fight his way through as they all danced up on him. She looked back up seeing the Kanima was now blocked from her view by the fog machines and she tried to find Scott above the crowd, going so far as to climb onto a bar stool to find him.

"You can't be on there." The bartender told her.

"Just give me a second." She yelled back at him, finally finding Scott. She also found the Kanima, now slithering through the crowd towards Danny.

"Scott." She yelled as loud as she could, which really wasn't very loud at all. She started waving her arms and even took her hat off and waving it around in order to catch his attention. He didn't notice and when she got off the bar stool the bartender did a double take, she thought it was because he realized she was a chick, but he was busy staring at her forehead. She lifted a hand to it, coming away with a bit of blood. Obviously the cut was a lot deeper then she thought and the jumping around wasn't doing any good as it had seeped through all the band aids she had covered it with.

"I'm fine." She snapped at him, throwing herself into the crowd. Luckily, being so short she was able to move around everyone a lot easier than Stiles had and quickly made her way to Danny, grabbing his arm just as he fell, paralyzed by the venom. She quickly spun around trying to see where the Kanima had gone when she felt something on the back of her neck. She brought her hand up to it, coming away with venom. She looked up to see Derek of all people walking towards her and the Kanima just as the paralysis kicked in and she seized up, falling backwards. She was saved from hitting the floor by Derek who passed her off to Stiles as he went after the Kanima.

"no, don't." Scott yelled at him as Derek sliced Jackson open.

The crowd began to split up as everyone realized something was going down and they began checking on the paralyzed victims.

"What's going on?" Cat asked, unable to move any limbs

"Cat." Scott appeared in her view.

"Did you get him?" She asked.

"no, he's outside and injured. I have to find him. Stay here and wait for the paramedics."

He left and Cat rolled her eyes. "No paramedics, let's go back to your car."

"Is that a good idea?" Stiles asked, moving out of the club

"You want to explain my head wound and bruised neck?"

"Good point. You know, you're pretty heavy when you're all paralyzed and stuff."

She glared up at him. "Nice Stiles, that's what every girl wants to hear."

He got to his jeep and put her into the passenger seat, propping her up.

"If Jackson's the Kanima, why did he fail Derek's test?" Cat asked, "I thought the Kanima couldn't be poisoned by his own venom."

Stiles shrugged. "But when is the Kanima not the Kanima?"

"When he's Jackson." She said with sudden realization before stopping "Hey, Stiles, could you maybe umm change the bandages before I'm blinded by blood?"

He grabbed the first aid kit, removing the bloody bandages and slapping on some more.

"That probably hurts." She told him. "And I'd be scowling right now if I could do a lot more with my facial muscles then just talk.

"Then lucky for me, you can't."

Scott came running up to them, holding Jackson. "We have to hide him, before the cops show up."

Sirens blared and Scott rolled his eyes at the timing before putting Jackson down then taking Cat out of the car and putting her next to him.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." Cat cried, closing her eyes tight. "He's naked, you put me down beside a very naked guy and I can't turn away."

"Sorry." Scott sheepishly replied as he picked up Jackson and put him in the back seat, throwing a blanket over him. He then picked her up, putting her back in the jeep. "I'm going to see if Danny can tell me anything. Then we need to get the hell out of here." He ran back towards the club and all was silent until Cat asked.

"Can I open my eyes? The last thing I need to see is a naked Jackson. Lydia would kill me." She glanced sideways at Stiles. "Sorry, I just mean, you know, new break up and stuff. And well, I had plans to see a boyfriend naked first before seeing the biggest douche in school naked."

Stiles grinned at her, "You mean like Scott?"

"He's not my boyfriend." She replied through clenched teeth.

"I always thought Allison and Scott were destined to be together, you know. Very Romeo and Juliet type thing." Stiles explained.

"You do know that Romeo and Juliet is not a love story but a tragedy right? It's a three day relationship between a thirteen year old and a sixteen year old that ended with a double suicide and led to six deaths in total." Cat wished she was able to cover her ears and not listen but it was kind of hard to do when she couldn't move anything, so she settled on her sarcasm.

"That's not the point." Stiles told her. "We're talking about you and I gotta say, I love Allison, she's super cool but I think you're better suited for Scott."

"Why?" She quietly asked.

"Because you are both dealing with something neither of you wanted. Your family is not trying to kill him and as much as Allison tries to help him, and she does a lot, there's going to be a time where she'll have to make a choice and as much as she loves Scott, she loves her family even more."

"She would never kill Scott."

Stiles nodded. "I agree, she wouldn't but she would walk away from him to protect him from her family. It's only a matter of time."

"I don't think that means I'm better suited for him Stiles," She replied with a small frown. "That just means my circumstances for being with him is a hell of a lot better but that doesn't mean anything. He loves Allison."

"Scott's been my best friend forever." Stiles reminded her. "I know him better than anyone else. He loves you too."

"I know." She whispered. "But I told him to forget about it because he has Allison and I don't feel the same way."

"And you're also a big liar."

"I'm totally shrugging right now." She told him. "'Cause maybe I do but it doesn't change anything, so let's leave it at that and never tell him. Ever. Got it?"

"What's going to happen when he chooses you?" Scott asked.

She rolled her eyes. "Don't be delusional. Why would he? Allison is brave, amazing, smart, super hot - hell I would totally date her if either of us swung that way. And to top it all off, super nice, like she's one of the most kind-hearted genuine people I've ever met and I can't compete with that."

He let his head hit the steering wheel, thoroughly frustrated with her. "And you don't think you're any of those things?" He didn't wait for an answer, continuing on. "You have this… gift. You have to deal with it every day and if you accidentally touch someone you can get stuck living a memory or future of them but you still go out there every day and brave it. That's brave, that makes you amazing as well. Scott told me you're already doing next year's work, so super smart and you are also one of the most genuine people I've met. And seriously? If I wasn't so caught up on Lydia, I'd totally date you."

She smiled. "Really?"

He nodded "Scott's coming back. Good we need to go, like 5 minutes ago."

Scott opened the door, lifting her and sliding into the seat before placing her on his lap. "I couldn't get anything out of Danny.'

"Fine, Can we just get the hell out of here now before my dad's deputy sees me?" He went to start his car but sirens blared, a car pulling up in front of him.

"Oh my god, oh my god, can this get any worse?"

Jackson moaned from the backseat and Stiles turned to glare at him. "That was rhetorical."

"What's going on?" Cat asked, looking at Scott.

"Stiles dad is here." Scott explained, sliding her down so she was out of view "So we're just going to push you down a bit so he doesn't see you and we really need to get your head checked out."

"It stops bleeding once in a while, then I move but since I'm not moving, it should stop soon."

"Get rid of him." Scott told Stiles who looked at him as though he had gone nuts.

"Get rid of him? We're at a crime scene and he's the sheriff."

"Just do something." Scott hissed as Stiles scrambled out of the car to intercept his dad.

Jackson continued moaning and Scott turned around, trying to get him to be quiet. When the other lacrosse player kept trying to sit up, Scott apologized, punching him in the jaw and knocking him out.

"You couldn't have gotten that on tape?" She asked.

"Cat, please, I'm freaking out right now."

"Says the guy to the paralyzed girl."

"Cat, I'm-"

"If you say sorry? The moment I can move my limbs, I'm punching you in the face."

He gave her a small smile. "We need to get you looked at."

"And explain this all how? The cut we can do but we show up with bruises around my neck, someone is going down for it. And since you're my boyfriend and I'm totally using air quotations around that, they'll be coming for you."

Stiles got back in the jeep, smiling at his dad as he started the jeep and drove away. "My dad doesn't believe I'm gay."

"Have you seen how you dress?" Cat asked him.

Stiles shot her a glare. "So he thinks we took Danny out to get his mind off his ex. Where to? I mean, what do we do with him?"

"I don't know." Scott replied.

"Your place?"

"Not with my mom there. We need to take him somewhere where we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him. Plus, we need to do something about Cat, I'm worried about the amount of blood she's losing."

"I say we just kill him." Stiles said.

Cat let out a snort of laughter as Scott glared at him. "we're not killing him."

"God, come on." Stiles cried.

"My place." Cat replied. "My basement is empty. Lock him in there 'till the morning and we can move him somewhere else before he realizes it's my place and has me arrested for kidnapping."

The guys looked at each before Scott nodded in agreement, directing him to Cat's place. When they pulled up outside of it, Stiles looked at him. "I got an idea."

"Does it involve breaking the law?"

Stiles gave him a look. "By now, don't you think that's a given?"

"I was trying to remain optimistic."

"Don't bother." Stiles told him, as he got out of the jeep and picked up Cat.

Cat told Scott to grab the hidden key under a rock then directed him and Jackson to the basement. When he returned, Stiles was placing Cat on the couch and she was starting to feel some tingling in her limbs.

"Look, I need to get our plan in place. I'll pick you guys up later and we can move him."

Stiles left and Scott moved towards her, asking where her first aid kit was. She directed him to the bathroom, relieved that she was able to move her fingers again and slowly her arms and feet. Being paralyzed had to be one of the scariest things she had to endure besides the whole being able to look into other people's minds.

"How are you feeling?" He asked her as he pulled off the band aids and began cleaning the cut. He was happy to note that the bleeding had stopped. He was pretty sure she needed stitches but how could they do that without exposing her other injuries and landing them in trouble.

"I'm not going to get stitches." She told him, picking up his thoughts as he worked on her forehead "It will cause too many questions and if you look deeper into the first aid kit, I have some of those butterfly bandages. They'll work almost as well."

"You sound like you know this from experience."

"I'm clumsy." She told him. "As you can see by being the only one to walk away all injured and stuff tonight. Besides Jackson, but he totally doesn't count. Looking after my own wounds is nothing new. But, plus side, I'm starting to regain feeling and noticing I'm pretty uncomfortable. My boobs are squished."

"Would you like help with that?" He asked with a small smile and a raised eyebrow.

She smirked at him, "Why yes, yes I do."

Before the words were even out of her mouth, his hands were up her shirt, undoing the tensor bandage wrapped around her chest. He pouted when he found she was wearing a tank top underneath.

"Cheater."

She smiled at him. "Can you take my pants off too?"

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously before undoing the belt and removing Stiles' pants. He scowled seeing her jeans were still on underneath.

"You're a big cheater."

"Big tired cheater." She responded with a yawn, trying to lift her hand to cover her mouth but over compensated, whacking herself in the face.

He bit back his laughter at the look of shock on her face. "Want me to put you to bed? You lost a lot of blood Cat, I'm really worried."

"I'll be fine after some sleep, promise."

"Ok, sleep then." He placed a large band aid on top of the butterfly bandages before leaning down to pick her up, carrying her to her room.

Once in the room, she had more control over her limbs and with slow cautious movements, grabbed her clothes and went to change in the bathroom. Scott was waiting right outside the door when she exited and she frowned at him.

"You know, you listening to me pee isn't exactly my idea of fun."

He quirked a smile, following her back to her room, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay, honestly."

She climbed into bed, not at all surprised when Scott joined her. "You should really sleep elsewhere." She told him with another yawn.

"Where? On the floor?"

"never mind." She sighed, and closed her eyes, almost asleep when she felt Scott wrap his arms around her. She really should tell him to leave but she felt safe and warm in his arms and a small part of her thought it just felt so right.

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