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

     Scott's euphoria from the night before didn't last long. He was on a high when he returned from the game—having won the game for the team by scoring more than half the goals, and finally having the chance to kiss the girl of his dreams; it was safe to say that Scott McCall felt on top of the world. But, once his head hit the pillow to fall asleep, his state of euphoria came crashing down around him completely by morning.

     The dreams that should've been a replay of the nights' events where it slowly progressed to something more towards his heart's desires, slowly turned into a nightmare. He doesn't get nightmares often, but this particular dream was paralysing; because not only did he dream that he killed Allison with his bare hands, it was paralysing because it felt so real. Like it actually happened.

     He couldn't get his dream off his mind. He didn't get a wink of sleep after it; like his body was refusing to go back into slumber in case the dream continued—like it could get any worse than it already was.

     It was day time now, and walking through the school where the dream occurred felt surreal, and Scott can't help but explain what happened in it because it's like a way for him to release the thoughts he's been thinking about the last few hours, "So, you killed her?" Stiles summarises the dream.

     Scott shrugs exasperatedly, "I don't know. I just woke up." He tells him because he feels like he did, but he just can't remember it exactly, "And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before."

     Stiles raises his eyebrows at Scott at this remark, "Really? I have." Scott sends him a look as if he doesn't understand why he would have a dream that would cause that type of bodily response. Stiles shrugs as he gestures with his hand to emphasise his words, "Usually ends a little differently..."

     Rory groaned from beside him, "Oh, gross!" Her nose turned up and he blushed because he didn't realise she was there and listening, even though she's always there and listening, "I don't need to know that."

     Scott laughed a little uncomfortably, "A) I mean I've never had a dream that felt that real, and B)" Scott looks at Stiles with a disgusted expression, "Never give me that much detail about you in bed again."

     "Glad to see I'm not alone in that." Rory comments with relief. She didn't know if boys did talk that openly about that sort of thing, and if they did; if Scott and Stiles did. She wouldn't exactly have much of a choice but to listen if they did.

     Stiles shrugs, "Noted." He takes a deep breath before speaking up about something he knows Scott won't want to hear, "Let me take a guess here—"

     Scott cuts him off before he can continue, "No, I know—you think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow, like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out."

     Stiles gapes at him as though he's offended by what Scott's implying, "No, of course not." Both Scott and Rory give him a knowing look. They know him too well at this point to believe him. Stiles finally concedes, "Yeah, that's totally it." When Stiles sees Scott sigh with a glum expression, he scoffs and tries to cheer him up, "Hey, come on! It's gonna be fine, alright? Personally, I think you're handling this pretty freakin' amazingly. You know, it's not like there's a Lycanthropy for Beginners class you can take."

     "Or a How to Stop Being a Ghost 101." Rory adds with a hum, to which he sighs.

     Scott throws his hands at Stiles before he frowns and thinks for a moment, getting an idea, "Yeah... not a class, but maybe a teacher." He thinks out loud.

     Stiles already knows who he's referring to and balks at his suggestion, "Who, Derek?" When Scott continues to stare at Stiles, Stiles sputters incredulously before smacking him on the back of the head like a misbehaving puppy, "You forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?"

     "Yeah, I know, but chasing her; dragging her to the back of the bus... it felt so real." The werewolf exasperated in response.

     Stiles rolls his eyes in disbelief and responds sarcastically, "How real?"

     Scott shrugs, "Like it actually happened." He tells him and the two of them simultaneously push the back doors open to walk toward another building before they stopped in their tracks.

     They can't help be stunned when they notice the bus bay, where deputies have taped-off a crime scene around one of the buses. The back of the bus is splattered with blood, and the emergency exit door has been almost completely ripped off and is hanging by a single hinge at the bottom.

     A crime scene investigator was snapping photos of the wreckage, including one of the back seats, which has been clawed open and is spilling its stuffing out onto the floor. Horror covers Rory's face, and she gasped in shock and covered her mouth at the scene in front of her. The blood... it was too much. She was feeling pretty content as a ghost, but seeing the amount of blood splattered everywhere reminded her that she was once in that same position, and now she's hanging on by a thread in the hospital.

     She's not actually there at the school. She's in the hospital, with a million wires, tubes and machines keeping her alive. It was like she had been smacked in the face and reality had come back to her. She wants to throw up, but she can't—not physically, anyway.

     Stiles gapes in shock, and Scott looks very similar with their shared expression. He swallows thickly, "I think it did."

     Rory's uneasiness is pushed aside when Scott's panic overshadowed her. Scott's worried now, because now that he knows his dream did happen, he needs to find Allison immediately to make sure she's okay—and alive. Scott's fear, guilt and shame is making his chest feel tight and his vision blurry because all he can think about is that he hurt Allison. The crime scene at the bus bay was his doing. His mom was going to kill him—and so was Chris Argent.

     "She's probably fine—" Stiles tries to reassure Scott, who was staring at his phone, frantically texting and calling his somewhat-girlfriend. He had Rory try to find Lydia, because if Allison was going to be anywhere, it would be with her. Lydia Martin was too possessive to see her friends be with anyone else besides her.

     "She's not answering my texts, Stiles." He stresses as he starts to frantically looks around at all of the students in the hallways, trying to see if Allison is among the crowds milling in the halls.

Stiles continues to reassure him, "It could just be a coincidence, alright?" His voice turns to a defeated one when he realises the evidence of Scott's dream makes his statement unlikely—Scott couldn't dream up something like that in detail before he actually saw it today for it to not have happened, "A seriously amazing coincidence..."

     Scott turns to look at Stiles with a panicked look on his face, "Just help me find her, okay?" Scott was basically turning in circles as he walks as he tries to spot Allison in the crowd, and Stiles, more calm than his best friend, turns his head back and forth to visually scan through the students as well, "Do you see her?"

     Stiles sighs out, "No."

    Scott continues to look, anxiously running his hand through his hair while he does, until he finally speeds up and turns around the corner, losing control. Stiles, now panicked as well, scrambles to follow him but gets lost in the crowd.

      The werewolf was beginning to struggle to control his breathing, his heartbeat loudly thumping in his ears, as he presses himself against one of the lockers, bracing against it with both hands. He rests his head against the metal door of the locker, his eyes starting to flash gold.

     After a long moment, Scott yells as he punches the locker with so much force that it breaks the combination lock and warps the door to the point where it can no longer close properly.

     Thankfully, what he did, didn't attract any attention from his fellow students, and the pain from his fist hitting the locker seems to ground him and allow his heartbeat to return to a normal rhythm and volume, and his eyes to go back to their usual brown colour.

     He quickly rushes away once realisation settles in before anyone else noticed what happened and connect the damaged door to him. He backs himself down the hallway until he reaches the junction between the two hallways and turns around, only to smack directly into Allison, who dropped all of her books and school supplies onto the floor.

     She sighs in exasperation at her perceived clumsiness and laughs when she sees that it's Scott, "You scared the hell out of me!"

     Scott can't help but sigh and smile in relief at the sight of Allison standing there—alive and well, "You're okay!"

     He kneels down at the same time as Allison, who assumes he's talking about the collision they just had, and helps her pick up her books and notepads as she nods and huffs another small laugh, "Once my heart starts beating again, yeah." She finally sees the look of relief on Scott's face and makes a face, "What?"

     "I'm just happy to see you."

     Allison smiles at his words, feeling like a little school girl from how insane her crush was on him. But, before she can respond, the sound of Principal Thomas' voice is heard over the PA system, "Attention students, this is your principal. I know you're all wondering about the incident that occurred last night to one of our buses... while the police work to determine what happened, classes will proceed as usual."

     The students in the hallway groan in unison out of disappointment that classes haven't been cancelled, and Allison and Scott stand back up as Scott hands Allison the last book off of the floor.

     Allison simply smiles shyly at Scott before ruffling his hair affectionately with her right hand, "Save me a seat at lunch?"

Scott can only give a delayed response, "Okay."

Rory follows Stiles and Scott into their chemistry class begrudgingly. She's tired—she doesn't know how she's tired since she's supposed to be a ghost—but she is. She doesn't want to be sitting in class, she wants to be out there solving her attempted murder. Whoever tried to kill her is obviously on spree and needs to be stopped, and who knows, maybe they'll try and finish her off once and for all. She wants it stopped before they can get the job done.

     Their teacher was writing notes on the chalkboard while Scott and Stiles took their seats, a beaker full of clear liquid bubbles in a stand hanging over a bunsen burner in behind him at the front of the class for their lesson.

     "Maybe it was my blood on the door..." Scott thinks out loud. He couldn't get the image out of his head from the blood he saw.

     "Could have been animal blood." Stiles shrugs and gestures with the pencil in his right hand, "You know... maybe you caught a rabbit or something?"

     Scott shoots him an appalled look at his theory, "And did what?"

     Stiles shrugs again "Ate it."

     Scott grows more horrified, "Raw?"

     "Oh, my God." Rory muttered under her breath as she runs a hand down her face. She just can't with his idiocy. Does he think that werewolves—or even wolves in general—eat their meat cooked to the perfection of medium rare?

     Stiles scoffs and gives Scott a look before responding in a sarcastic tone of voice, "No, you stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven!" He whisper exclaimed, "I don't know, you're the one who can't remember anything."

     Rory looks up to see that Mr. Harris had begun to notice their conversation, and had turned to watch them talk with a stern look on his face and his hands on his hips, "Pssst! Stiles!" Rory hisses, pointing towards the front at the teacher to hopefully get him to shut up. It was to no avail when he doesn't notice.

     Mr. Harris finally speaks up in a snide voice to interrupt them, "Mr. Stilinski, if that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while." Stiles was slightly embarrassed and he huffs out a laugh, and for once, he's rendered speechless, "I think you and Mr. McCall would benefit from a little distance, yes?"

     Stiles scoffs in irritation, "No!"

     Mr. Harris only stares at Scott and gestures toward the front of the room, implying that he wants Scott to move there, before doing the same with Stiles. Scott and Stiles sigh in annoyance and reluctantly pick up their books and papers before moving to their respective desks, "Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much."

     Stiles shoots Rory a look, who only shrugged, "Tried to warn you."

     The one that had the unfortunate set of circumstances to have landed her sitting next to Scott McCall, Rory recognised the student as Harley—a quiet girl, who often focused more on her studies and a particularly niche band she's always boosting onto everyone—it's punk rock. Rory's listened to it, unfortunately.

     She was looking over at the window and was distracted by what was going on outside, when she suddenly stands to her feet and rushes over to the window to get a better look, "Hey! I think they found something!"

     The rest of the class, eager for a distraction, jump to their feet and run over to the windows to join her. Outside in the parking lot, an ambulance is parked at a corner with their lights and sirens on, and two paramedics are quickly wheeling a stretcher with a man on it towards the open doors in the back of the ambulance.

     Scott was certain that the man is dead, looks over at Stiles with a horrified look on his face, who has joined him at his left side, "That's not a rabbit..." He gulps.

     The paramedics are about to lift the stretcher into the back of the ambulance when suddenly, the man jumps into a seated position, grabs the shoulders of the paramedics on each side of him with his hands, and begins screaming in fear.

     The sudden movement and scream causes all of the students watching inside to flinch, visibly startled. Rory's chest began to tighten and she uses her hand to hold onto it, feeling a panic attack coming on. She's had them often, she knows the signs and symptoms and she knows she's having it.

     Scott, unable to watch any more of this, backs away from the windows until he's in the middle of the room. Stiles, seeing his distress, comes over to try to comfort him, "Okay. This is good. This is good! He got up, he's not dead. Dead guys can't do that."

     Scott looks completely dismayed by the fact that they have confirmation that someone was seriously injured in whatever happened the previous evening, "Stiles... I did that."

     Stiles could only share a look with Rory.

     Stiles can tell that Rory has gotten significantly more quiet since the incident in the classroom. He wants to keep an eye on her at every moment, but he's afraid that he's going to come across as weird for basically staring into the distance at nothing for a long period of time.

     He knows she's probably getting some sort of feelings about the night she almost died, and he feels compelled to talk to her about it, like there's a feeling inside of him that needs to make her feel okay again. He can't tell if it's his guilty conscience again or if he feels like he owes it to her since he's that one that found her.

The two boys had just left the lunch line and were carrying their trays of food to one of the empty tables as Stiles whispers to Scott, "But dreams aren't memories."

"Then it wasn't a dream..." Scott replies as he sets his tray on the table before taking off his backpack and sitting it on the chair next to him, Stiles repeating the gesture while Rory practically hovers next to Stiles. Her mouth is watering since they're having lasagna—she loves lasagna, and she's hating how she can't have it. Now sat down across from each other, they continue talking, "Something happened last night, and I can't remember what."

"What makes you so sure that Derek even has all the answers?" Stiles asks skeptically.

"Because—!" Scott's too overwhelmed that he accidentally responds in a voice too loud. Stiles gives him a look, and Scott bashfully looks around before continuing his train of thought at a lower volume, "During the full moon, he wasn't changed. He was in total control while I was running around in the middle of the night, attacking some totally innocent guy."

Stiles sighs, not wanting to believe that is the truth, "You don't know that."

"Derek has control, Stiles. He's older—been a werewolf longer. He'd know." Rory tells him quietly, "The question is whether he'd actually want to help."

Scott isn't convinced by Stiles' apprehension, "I don't not know it." He pauses, biting his lip as he thinks for a moment before sighing in defeat, "I can't go out with Allison. I have to cancel."

"Huh?" Rory muttered. The whole thing about getting rid of Derek was so he could go out with Allison. Now he wants to cancel? He's too confusing and she thinks she's getting whiplash from his mood swings.

Stiles shakes his head quickly to show how much he disagrees with that thought, "No, you're not cancelling, okay? You can't just cancel your entire life! We'll figure it out."

Just then, Lydia appears behind Scott, looking at him curiously before slamming her lunch tray down on the table to Scott's left to get their attention, "Figure out what?"

Stiles, startled by the appearance of his crush, especially considering she's choosing to sit next to them at lunch, stammers nervously, "Ha... Uhh..."

"Say homework!" Rory hisses because she knows Stiles can't lie to save his ass, especially while he's under pressure or around Lydia.

Seeing Stiles is unable to come up with a decent answer, Scott quickly lies to cover up the real topic of their conversation, "Just, uh... homework..." He says and Stiles nods in agreement while Rory throws her hands up in annoyance that Scott thought of it while Stiles froze.

"Yeah." He adds and while Lydia is distracted by someone passing the table, Stiles leans forward to whisper to Scott, "Why is she sitting with us?"

Scott just gapes at Stiles and shrugs, as if to say that he didn't know, "Because you guys are popular now." Rory tells the human, "Since Scott won the lacrosse game for you all."

Suddenly, more people start to sit down at their table. An unknown boy sits at the head of the table, while Danny takes a seat on Stiles' right. Scott turns to see that Allison is sitting down on his right and smiles before moving his backpack so she can sit down, "Thanks!"

Harley sits down on Stiles' left, and he chuckles at the sight of her, causing Harley to roll her eyes good-naturedly. After a moment, he rolls his eyes himself and looks at Scott, clearly annoyed that their werewolf-related brainstorming session has been interrupted by all of these popular kids.

He turns the other way and accidentally makes eye contact with Danny, causing him to flick his head in greeting, only for Danny to roll his eyes as though Stiles is the most tedious thing he's had to deal with all day. To make matters even more complicated for Scott and Stiles, Jackson approaches the table and stands next to the unknown kid, glaring at him intensely before ordering him away, "Get up."

The kid groans in annoyance, "How come you never ask Danny to get up?"

Danny smirks at him while chewing on his green apple, "Because I don't stare at his girlfriend's coin slot."

Rory's nose turns up because she did in fact notice the kid staring at Lydia's cleavage and he gets up to move. Jackson shoves him out of the way before taking his seat, causing Scott to scowl at Jackson's rude behavior. Before they can say anything to each other, Danny starts a conversation, "So, I hear they're saying its some type of animal attack. Probably a cougar."

"I heard mountain lion." Jackson pipes in.

Lydia, staring at her tray, speaks up in an annoyed tone of voice, "A cougar is a mountain lion." Jackson and Danny stare at her blankly, surprised by her answer. Lydia, realising she's dangerously close to revealing just how smart she actually is, tries to backtrack, "Isn't it?" She adds, twirling a piece of strawberry blonde hair in between her fingers.

Both Stiles and Rory look unimpressed. They both know how smart Lydia Martin truly is and just wish she would drop the dumb act. It wasn't doing anyone any favours besides Jackson, who was dumb as dog-shit and whose ego wouldn't be able to handle having a smart girlfriend—because no smart girl would want to date Jackson Whittemore.

Jackson only raises his eyebrow at her and scoff, "Who cares? The guy's probably some homeless tweaker who's gonna die anyway."

Stiles, who had started to look up the case on his phone, suddenly speaks up when he gets more information, "Actually, I just found out who it is. Check it out." Stiles pulls up a video on his phone and turns it so the others can see it. It's from a news website, and a reporter can be heard narrating the story.

"The Sheriff's department won't speculate on details of the incident but confirmed the victim, Garrison Myers, did survive the attack. Myers was taken to a local hospital where he remains in critical condition."

Scott gasps when he recognises the name of the man identified as the victim, "Wait. I—I—I know this guy."

"You do?" Allison asks him with wide eyes.

Scott nods, "Yeah, when I used to take the bus, back when I lived with my dad. He was the driver."

Scott and Stiles share a pointed look before Lydia speaks up in a bored, annoyed tone of voice, "Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please? Like..." Lydia gasps when she gets an idea and turns to talk to Allison, talking right over Scott, who is seated between them, "Oh, where are we going tomorrow night?" Allison and Scott's brows furrow, making it clear they have no idea what she's talking about, so Lydia clarifies, "You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow, right?"

Rory couldn't help but let out a laugh at Allison and Scott's faces at the fact that Lydia has just crashed their date. Stiles wants to laugh too but he's so uncomfortable he can't even react.

Allison raises her eyebrows and gulps nervously, realising exactly what Lydia's about to do and trying to keep it casual in hopes of it disinteresting Lydia, "Um, we were thinking of what we were gonna do..." Allison looks at Scott apologetically, knowing Lydia is about to invite herself and Jackson into their plans.

Predictably, Lydia does just that, "Well, I am not sitting home again, watching lacrosse videos, so if the four of us are hanging out, we are doing something fun."

Scott gapes helplessly, "H—hanging out? Like, the four of us?" Scott turns to Allison, who has covered up her displeasure at their plans being crashed by drinking out of her water bottle, "Do you wanna hang out?" Scott forces himself to spit out the rest of the sentence, clearly hating the idea, and Stiles, knowing this is about to be a disaster, covers his mouth with his hand to prevent himself from interjecting whereas Rory is in a fit of giggles, "Like, us... and them?"

Allison looks about as excited by this prospect as Scott is but clearly doesn't want to be rude to her new friend, either, so she replies in a wary voice, "Yeah! I guess... it sounds fun..."

"Oh, my God." Rory runs a hand down her face. This was one of the worst train wrecks she's ever witnessed unfold in front of her.

"You know what else sounds fun?" Jackson's annoyed expression makes it clear that the only person excited about this double date is Lydia, and he sounds extremely irritated as he raises his fork in the air to emphasise his point, "Stabbing myself in the face with this fork."

Annoyed by his rudeness, Lydia grabs the fork out of his hand, while Stiles, taking a drink from his own water bottle, rolls his eyes and gesticulates wildly with his hand, not liking his friend being disparaged like that. Lydia ignores Jackson and continues planning their date like he hasn't spoken, "How 'bout bowling? You love to bowl."

Stiles shoves a french fry into his mouth and tries to get Scott's attention, shaking his head wildly as if to communicate that Scott needs to put the brakes on this plan as soon as possible. Jackson scoffs in annoyance, "Yeah, with actual competition."

Now offended on behalf of her and Scott, Allison speaks up, trying to keep her tone of voice friendly, "How do you know we're not actual competition?" She asks, letting everyone know she's a competitive person at heart. She turns to Scott, "You can bowl, right?"

Scott shrugs uneasily, "Sort of..."

Rory looks at Stiles, "He can't bowl. Can he?"

Stiles shakes his head, giving Rory her answer while Jackson gives Scott a pointed look and responds in a patronising tone of voice, "Is it—is it 'sort of' or 'yes'?"

Scott clearly doesn't want to be shown up by Jackson or made to feel any more inferior than he already is, so he lies instead, "Yes." Scott straightens his back to appear more confident, "In fact, I'm a great bowler."

      It was after lunch had finished when Scott and Stiles could get a moment to themselves again and talk privately without the prying ears of popular kids. Stiles was appalled by what he just witnessed in the cafeteria and couldn't stop berating Scott as soon as they walked away, "You're a terrible bowler!"

      "I know!" Scott groans, "I'm such an idiot."

      "God, it was like watching a car wreck. I mean, first, it turned into the whole group-date thing, and the out of nowhere comes that phrase—"

      "Hanging out." Both Rory and Scott mock while Scott rolls his eyes so hard he throws his head back.

      "You don't 'hang out' with hot girls, okay? It's like death. Once it's 'hanging out', you might as well be her gay best friend. You and Danny can start hanging out." Stiles continued to rant.

     "Scott's doomed." Rory agrees. It seemed like Allison did like Scott, but now that she's minimised their date to just 'hanging out' and letting Jackson and Lydia crash it... maybe she just liked him as a friend after all. But Rory still had hope that Allison was just too nice to say no to her friend.

      Scott groans again before he speaks, "How is this happening? I either killed a guy, or I didn't."

     Stiles is suddenly distracted by his mention of Danny and starts going off on a tangent, completely ignoring Scott's anxious train of thought, "I don't think Danny likes me very much..."

      "He doesn't." Rory confirms with a deadpan. Danny really didn't like Stiles. It was obvious just by the way he rolled his eyes at him at the table.

       Scott, just like Stiles, ignores him in favor of continuing to worry about his own predicament, "I ask Allison on a date, and now we're 'hanging out'..."

      "Am I not attractive to gay guys?" Stiles asks and Rory sends him a bewildered look.

      "I make first line, and the team captain wants to destroy me, and now..." Scott looks at his phone and sighs when he sees the time, "Now I'm gonna be late for work."

      Scott rushes out the door, eager to make it to work on time, while Stiles, annoyed at having been ignored, exasperatedly calls out after him, "Wait, Scott you didn't—am I attractive to gay guys?"

      "No." Rory smiles and Stiles raises his arms on either side of him as he sighs in annoyance and licks his lips before turning to head the other direction.