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Cat stared at the area of Scott's stomach before looking up at him. "Are you sure?"

"Please?" He begged her. "I really don't want this stuck in me. I thought it would come out when I healed but it didn't."

"Why me?" She groaned.

Scott glared at her. "Because Stiles is dealing with his concussed Dad, my Mom is doing her absolute best to pretend I don't exist, Allison probably wants to kill me and Derek also wants to kill me, considering what you told me." His gaze grew sad as he laid a hand over hers. "You're all I have right now Cat."

Cat shot him a sympathetic look. "That's not true. We'll get through this, I promise."

"For the record, I'm sorry." He told her. "I've been so preoccupied in my life I didn't pay attention to yours."

"I wasn't exactly forthcoming with the details either." She muttered, removing her hand and grabbing the knife he had given her to use. "I can't wholly blame you. So I guess, I'm sorry too."

"So you learn how to shoot people and make them see what you want while you were gone?"

She nodded, "I learned a lot. I learned how to fight how to shoot how to push visions into people, I learned to-" while talking to him, she had lined up the knife not pausing before she sliced into his stomach, gritting her teeth as the blood started pouring out. "-do a lot. Oh god, do I have to dig it out?"

Scott nodded, letting out a grunt of pain as Cat made a disgusted face and plunged her fingers in, digging around for the bullet and pulling it out.

"Ohmygod, ohmygod" She gagged, turning away from the sight. She had been through and seen a lot, but pulling a bullet out of someone could still make her sick.

Scott quickly put a towel to stem the flow of blood before grabbing another towel and reaching for Cat's hands, wiping the blood off of them.

"Thank you." He quietly told her.

She nodded, waiting until he was finished before looking back at him.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" He asked.

She shook her head this time as she stood up and looked at him uncertainly.

"What's wrong?" He asked,

Cat shrugged. "Can I, maybe, stay here tonight? I can't go back to the depot, full moon and all."

He breathed a sigh of relief, as he stood and grabbed her, pulling her into a hug. "Yes of course, please. I'd feel better if you stayed."

She laid her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "I hated tonight." She whispered. "Everything's different now, isn't it?"

"Yes." Scott quietly replied.

"I don't have a good feeling about how this is going to end."

"Neither do I." He admitted. "But I'm glad you're here."

She nodded against him, pushing him gently onto his bed before following after him and curling up on her side, her head on his chest. They both grew silent and Cat laid there, her eyes staring straight ahead as Scott's breathing started slowing and soon he was asleep but still she stayed there, unmoving, afraid to close her eyes. She didn't know if it was because she would have nightmares or because she would sleep soundly, not bothered by anything.

She was afraid it was the latter

She knew she should feel remorse for not only shooting Matt but for torturing him with the visions of his drowning, which, if you ask her, was scary but a really stupid reason for him to use the Kanima to go on a gigantic killing spree. But still she had done it, she had forced herself into a cold, detached place to get the job done and when it was done, she still felt no remorse, knowing it was what she had to do but what did that say about her? TV and books had taught her that people who did something like that felt remorse, felt guilt even though it was a necessity but she felt none of that. In fact she would have gladly done it again and made sure to shoot him in the head, ending his miserable existence.

So what did that say about her?

She didn't know right now. All she knew was that everything was a mess and she didn't know how they were going to fix this. She still hadn't finished telling her side of everything that had happened, too preoccupied with certain parts of the night. Allison needed to know the truth about why Derek had bit her mom but she had turned her phone off. Melissa needed to learn to deal with what her son was but time was needed for that and she really hoped that it was sooner rather than later because this was killing Scott. As was the whole Allison situation. She couldn't deny how much she hated going behind Allison's back with Scott or how he seemed to string them both along and when she tried to step back, a few words about how it was her he wanted had her running back. She didn't think Scott was doing it purposely, it was a very sticky situation, hence why she tried to remove herself from it until he sorted it out. Mind altering punch did funny things to you though. She was in love with Scott but she couldn't deny that she felt something for Isaac. When he kissed her, it was like… whoa. It was completely different. She couldn't even put it into words.

She sat up and gently shook Scott awake. He mumbled something unintelligible before his eyes fluttered open and he smiled at her.

"I need to tell you something. I kissed Isaac." She blurted out before she could lose her nerve.

He rubbed his eyes, looking at the time on his alarm clock before he sat up. "What?" He asked.

"Isaac and I kissed and I didn't hate it."

"Okay." He replied with a shrug. "Is that it?"

Her eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. "Huh?"

"Cat, how can I be pissed?" Scott asked. "You've been patient with me with this whole Allison thing and I've been a complete jackass about it. I wouldn't be surprised if you left me for him."

"Oh." She replied, unsure of what else to say.

"Have you slept at all? Or have you been up this whole time thinking about it?"

She shook her head. "I've been thinking about everything going on. About Matt. I felt no remorse for what I did."

He looked at her, a small frown on his face. "I understand how mad and pissed you were at him and I'm sure right now it doesn't bug you but-"

"It won't." She firmly replied. "Not now, not when it happened and not later."

"How do you know that?"

Cat shrugged. "I just do. I knew what I had to do and it was like I went to this emotionless place to do it and I don't feel bad."

He still look confused and Cat reached up, touching his face so he could see exactly what she meant. She pulled away and she rapidly blinked to clear her vision. It seemed the shorter amount of time she did that, the shorter amount of time she was blind.

"You're right." Scott said, sounding almost sad.

She shrugged. "What does that say about me?"

"That you do what you have to, to save the ones you love?"

She nodded, still looking a little unsure.

"You're getting a lot stronger." He pointed out. "Physically and mentally."

She sighed, "I know, I don't know what that means."

"That you're understanding this better? And if that's the case, maybe you can beat this, you don't have to go down the same path as your mom. Was she able to project emotions and visions?"

Cat shook her head. "Not that I read."

"Then maybe this is a good sign."

"Maybe." She whispered.

Scott smiled, leaning forward to place a kiss on her lips. "Do you think you can sleep now?"

She nodded as he lay down again; pulling her onto his chest and this time she closed her eyes, listening once again as his breathing evened out. She tried a bit longer to sleep and when it still didn't come; she opened her eyes and sat up, deciding to give up on it for the time being. It didn't help that she was still wearing her party outfit which was looking pretty ragged now, so trying to keep as quiet as possible, she rummaged through Scott's drawers until she found a shirt. She kicked off the shoes which she wanted to keep, before taking off the dress and bawling it up, throwing it in a corner. Next, she slipped on the shirt, noting it fell mid-thigh and covered all the important parts. Seeing Scott was still sleeping, she quietly slipped out of the room, moving down to the kitchen. She stopped in the entrance seeing Melissa sitting there, a cup of tea in her hands as she stared at the table.

"Hey." Cat quietly said.

Melissa didn't move and Cat stepped further into the kitchen, stopping in front of Scott's mom. When she still didn't look up, Cat took the mug from her, dumping it out and making a fresh cup before sitting down across from her. She hated tea but living there for even that short amount of time, she learned how Melissa liked hers.

When she placed the cup back in her hand, Melissa finally blinked, bringing it to her lips and taking a sip before noticing Cat there.

"Catalina, when did you get here?"

"I drove you home Mrs. McCall. I didn't leave."

"I couldn't sleep." The older woman whispered.

Cat shot her a sympathetic smile. "I don't blame you, a lot has happened tonight."

"I don't understand it." She cried, "It was a dream right?"

Cat sadly shook her head. "But he's still your son who loves you very much and he's done everything in his power to protect you."

Melissa shook her head. "How can you be okay with this?"

"Because I love your son. Because I'm not normal myself and I finally found people I fit in with. Because he is still Scott."

"What are you?" Melissa asked. "A vampire like that boy said? A Slayer, whatever that is? What?"

Cat let out a small chuckle, stopping when she saw the super serious look on her face. She sighed deeply as she looked at Scott's mother. "I'm a Seer."

"A what?"

"A Seer. I have psychic powers. I get visions, I sometimes know the future or what someone is thinking and what you saw today was me projecting a vision. That part's kind of new and you didn't make a mistake, apparently it makes my eyes white and I'm temporarily blinded, I don't know why."

Melissa sat back, looking decidedly nervous and causing Cat to frown.

"I'm not going to hurt you, neither is Scott."

The older woman could only shake her head as she stood up. "My son is a monster." She whispered before turning to leave.

"He really isn't." Cat replied, making her pause. "He's amazing, really. He's one of the kindest hearted, most genuine, most loving and caring person that I know and he loves you, please don't forget that."

Melissa didn't say anything but walked away leaving Cat alone in the kitchen. The petite teen let out another sigh as she placed her head in her arms.

How was everything supposed to get better?

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