𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀
ミ★ ( clairvoyant, act one ) ★彡

Stiles spent the rest of the night at the hospital. That was, until his dad called him, wondering where the hell he was. It was late by the time he called, and Noah Stilinski had just finished his shift, expecting to see his son still up waiting for him. Instead, he was met with a quiet home with all of the lights off. He called Stiles, expecting to hear that he was with Scott but was pleasantly surprised to hear that he was visiting Rory Carter.

Her case was confusing him—not in the sense that it was so bizarre like some of the cases he's had to solve in Beacon Hills, but because it wasn't. It was like any regular attempted homicide case, which he hadn't had to deal with since he joined the force.

And it pulled at his heartstrings. Rory seemed like a nice girl from what he could find out; didn't have any enemies, made good grades, was nice to everyone she met and even held down a good casual job at the local bakery—she loved cupcakes so much that the owner would always spare her one for the end of her shift as an extra treat. That's how good she was.

Noah was glad that Stiles had grown a soft spot for her. It didn't seem like she had many friends; it was like she kept to herself a lot. Which was another thing that confused him as to why someone would try to kill her.

He had caught his son trying to go through his files on her as if he was going to solve the case himself, and he had ended up having to lock it away from him so he wasn't reading private and confidential documents because he was nosy.

     Scott was going through a crisis. Turns out, Stiles was right and he ended up feeling the effects of the full moon in the middle of the party. He ended up leaving Allison at the party all alone, and got attacked by hunters while he was experiencing his first shift.

     To make matters worse, the hunter that shot him the night before was none other than Chris Argent— Allison's dad.

     "Did you apologise to Allison?" Stiles asked Scott as he walked across the locker room, having finished getting ready for lacrosse practice.

     Scott nodded weakly, still in shock. He whispered, "Yeah."

     Stiles sent him an exasperated expression, not satisfied by his short answer, "Is she giving you a second chance, or...?"

     Still dazed, Scott nods again, "Yeah."

     Stiles perked up at the good news, "Yeah? Alright! So, everything's good?"

     Scott shook his head weakly, "No." Stiles frowned in confusion at his response. Scott pulled himself out of his daze, but was still unable to make eye contact with Stiles, "Remember... the hunters? Her dad is one of 'em."

     Stiles gaped at Scott in shock, "Her dad—"

     "Shot me—with a crossbow."

     Stiles continued to gape at him, "Her dad? Allison's father?"

     "Yes! Her father!" Scott yelled frantically and Stiles' eyes continued to widen in shock, almost as if they were about to fall out of his head. Seeing that Stiles is just as shocked as he is, Scott begins to actively panic again, "Oh, my God—"

     "No, Scott. Snap back!" Stiles yells at him to get him to stop freaking out and after a moment, Scott finally snaps out of it and looks Stiles in the eyes, though he's still frowning with concern, "You okay?" Scott nods, and Stiles sighs in relief, "Hey, alright? He didn't recognise you, right?"

     Scott thinks back to the night before and his interaction with the hunters before slowly responding, "No... N—no, I don't think so..."

     Stiles nods patiently and asks again, "Does she know about him?"

     Scott's eyes widen again. He had no idea if Allison knows about her family, and if she is a hunter herself, making himself panic again, "Oh, yeah, I don't know! What if she does? This is gonna kill me, man—"

     Stiles forces Scott to look at him and speaks to him in a reassuring voice as he cuts off his trail of thought, "Okay, just focus on lacrosse. Okay?" He picks up the rest of his lacrosse gear and thrusts it into Scott's hands, "Here, Scott. Take this. Take this, and focus on lacrosse for now, okay? That's all you gotta do, yeah?"

     Scott takes a deep breath and reluctantly nods in agreement, "Lacrosse."

     Stiles nods and firmly pats Scott on the sides of his arms with his hands, "Here we go!"

     Scott and Stiles then turned to leave the locker room, with Stiles accidentally tripping on his own feet and nearly falling to the floor in the process.

"What did you find out?" Scott asks Stiles over webchat later that night, ignoring Stiles' playful mood as he turned around and shot the monitor with a plastic toy gun that shot a red light into the camera.

Stiles put down the gun, "Well, it's bad. Jackson's got a separated shoulder." He informed him.

Guilt spread across Scott's face. It was his fault—he lost control on the field because of Coach's comments and Jackson's smug grin, and he nearly killed Stiles after it because he couldn't control himself, "Because of me?"

Stiles scoffs, "Because he's a tool." He retorts, thinking that Scott is being ridiculous for feeling guilty for putting a guy like Jackson in his place. Stiles thinks it's about time he got a taste of his own medicine.

"But, is he gonna play?" Scott asks.

"Well, they don't know yet. Now, they're just counting on you for Saturday." Stiles tells him and Scott sighs deeply, conflicted on what to do—he wants to be the star lacrosse player he's dreamed of being, but also doesn't want to risk hurting anyone.

Scott then looks up at the screen and sees Stiles lean forward as though he's trying to get a closer look at something, causing Scott to frown, "What?"

He sees Stiles' eyes widen in fear and alarm; however, the computer connection starts to get glitchy and the screen freezes up, preventing Scott from being able to see or hear anything else.

     When Stiles turns around to see if he was imagining things or there was something behind him, he jumps.

Rory was sat on the edge of his bed, looking at him with wide eyes, "Ah!" They both screamed at the same time.

"What the hell!" Stiles screamed, trying to scramble away from her but only backing himself into a corner, "Go away!"

"You can see me?" Rory only asked while Stiles continued to scream, trying to throw things at her but they only went through her instead which freaked him out more.

"Ah! I rebuke you! I rebuke you!" Stiles screamed as he threw the closest thing to him at her, which only happened to be a lone sock. Rory looked at him strangely, "I rebuke you in the name of the Lord!"

Rory looked at him with bewilderment, "Are you even religious?" She asked him while she continued to let the things go through her. Stiles only continued to scream, "Stop screaming!"

Stiles let out a whimper, one that would haunt him from how pathetic it sounded. He knew he looked ridiculous; cowering in the corner, shaking and whimpering at the sight of a teenage girl on his bed. Oh, how he would take this moment to the grave with him. No one would ever know this happened as his lips would remain sealed about it. He just hopes no one else can see her and she doesn't tell them too.

"How are you here right now?" Stiles whimpered again, "How can I see you? How can you see me?"

"I—I don't know." Rory answers him with wide eyes, "One minute I'm watching myself in a hospital bed, and the next, I'm here... in your room. With you." She tells him.

Stiles is terrified at this moment. He's talking to a ghost. Rory is in a hospital bed, fighting for her life, and yet, here she was—sitting right in front of him and talking to him.

Stiles' horrified expression makes Rory frown, "Please don't be scared of me. I don't want to hurt you." She tells him, moving from her searing position to try and get closer to him. She crouched down to get to his level and with every step she took forward, Stiles scurried away from her.

"You're not real." Stiles shakes his head, "You're not here. I'm imagining this—you're not here. I'm losing my mind."

"Stiles!" Rory exclaims, "Calm down!"

"You're not real." Stiles continued.

"Stiles, I'm here." Rory insisted, "I'm not here to hurt you. I promise. I—I don't know why I'm here."

     "Go away." Stiles tells her and hurt flashes across her face momentarily that he was refusing to listen to her. She understood that he was scared, but she didn't think that he wouldn't even hear her out.

     "Please..."

     "Go away!" Stiles yells, "I don't know why you're here but you need to stop, okay? I don't know you, and quite frankly, you're scaring the shit out of me." He tells her before shaking his head, "I'm going insane. Why am I even talking to you? You're not real."

     "I am!" Rory suddenly exclaims with frustration, the lights in his room flickering from her outburst, causing Stiles to flinch. Rory clenched her eyes shut to calm herself down, "I'm sorry. It's just... I don't remember what happened to me." Rory admitted, "Last thing I remember, I was studying for Chemistry, and then I blinked and I was staring at my lifeless body. I didn't even recognise it was me at first." She said, tears brimming in her eyes.

She remembered seeing the body and the fact that her once white clothing was covered in blood and dirt stains. She saw her body was lying on her back; staring at the sky lifelessly. Rory wanted to vomit from the sight of it but she remembered the feeling of panic once she realised that the dead body in front of her, was her.

     Stiles swallowed the lump in his throat, knowing exactly what she meant considering he had seen her that way too.

     "The next thing I knew, my head started spinning and everything became blurry. I thought I was having a panic attack—and it would've made sense because I'm looking at my own dead body, right?" She lets out a nervous laugh, "But, then I blink again, and I'm at school; and I see you... and you see me." She continued.

     She remembered barely being able to see anything due to the swarming people in the hallway. She was screaming at them to get them to notice her; she wanted to get someone's attention so they help her at least. The screaming just made her more breathless. People continued to ignore her, just doing mindless things.

     It almost hurt because she knew that she didn't have that many friends—she wasn't exactly popular like Lydia Martin was, but she didn't think she was that unpopular that no one would even turn her way when she was literally screaming for help.

     It sunk in even further that she was invisible when one of the students came running at her. She braced for impact... but, it never came. Instead of the student smacking into her and knocking her to the ground, he went through her.

     "No one can see me, except for you. Anyone who seems to touch me, just goes right through me." Rory explains, "I can't ask anyone for help because no one even knows I'm there. I don't want to live like this." She wobbled, "I want to go home, Stiles. Please, just tell me what I can do."

     The two sat in silence, thinking about what was just said. Guilt washed through Stiles for freaking out on her—it wasn't her fault she was a ghost and her presence was scaring him. She wasn't necessarily scary, but knowing that her body was currently in Beacon Hills Hospital, and he was still seeing her in his room was enough to send a chill down his spine.

     Rory was asking him for help. She was begging him for it. She was stuck between life and death and she just wanted to live.

     "Rory, I—I don't know how to help you." Stiles responds to her a lot more calmly, "I've never gone through something like this. And, I don't even know why I'm the one seeing you."

     Stiles thinks it might be because he was the one that found her, but that just seems too simple of an explanation for it. Like, it was too easy to guess that. With the revelation that werewolves exist, Stiles just has to assume it is something supernatural that's causing it.

     "I have no idea why, out of all people, you can see me while I'm on the brink of death either, and it scares me that you do. But I need you to do whatever you can while there's still time." She begged him, "Please, I'll do whatever it takes."

     Knowing he'll slightly regret this, and almost like he's agreeing to a losing battle, Stiles sighed, "Okay. I'm in."