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Scott and Allison talk while they scale the climbing wall for P.E. The mention of the new supernatural having a tail and Scott's lack there of being the topic with a cute interaction between the couple thrown in. Allison had slowed down a bit for Scott, who was trailing a bit behind her, and then started climbing faster, only to pause and look to see Scott had easily gotten ahead of her. In spite she kicked his foot making him lose his grip on the wall, falling down and being caught by the rope a foot above the mat. He grunts as he's let fully down and the class laughs.
Coach laughs happily and sits by Scott's head. "McCall. I don't know why, but your pain gives me a special kind of joy." He laughs more. "Right?" Scott gives a short huff of a laugh before Coach looks back at the teens. "All right, next two." He gets up and pats Stiles shoulder. "Stilinski, Y/n, let's go." Man, he really likes pairing couples, huh? Y/n thinks and looks beside her to see Stiles smiling at her. "The wall." The teens nod at Coach and strap on the climbing gear.
Y/n starts climbing at a steady pace and when she gets half way up she looks to see where Stiles is at only to find him staring up at her from a few feet of the ground. He seemed to be lost in a daze and failed to make any more progress than a few steps. "Stiles." She calls down to him. He blinks like he just woke up and finally looked at her eyes. "I know my ass is great and all, but this is climbing, not admiring. Keep up, sweetheart." She smirks and continues to climb. Stiles has the good mind to seem a bit embarassed at being caught and keeps his eyes firmly on the wall until him and his girlfriend are both on the ground. She gives him a quick kiss on the cheek as they go to stand with the students again and he smiles at her.
Next to climb is some boy Y/n didn't really know and Erica, a sweet girl wih frizzy blonde hair who is insecure about herself. Erica stares up at the wall before she and the boy gear up. She grunts as she slowly climbs, the boy going twice her speed. When she makes it half way the boy is done and is climbing down. She looks down and starts to hyperventilate at being so high up. "Oh, please..." She sobs out and people gather below her.
"Erica." Coach calls. "Dizzy? Is it vertigo?"
"Vertigo is a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear. She's just freaking out." Lydia informs.
"Erica?" Y/n calls, concerned.
"I'm- I'm fine." She says.
"Coach, maybe it's not safe. You know she's epileptic." Allison informs.
"Why does nobody tell me this stuff? Erica, y-you're fine. Just kick off from the wall. There's a mat to catch you. Come on."
"It's okay, Erica. You're completely safe." Y/n assures. Erica slowly let's go of the wall and she's lowered down safely by the harness. Y/n gently touches her shoulder and gives her a little smile. "See? It wasn't so bad." Erica gives her a tiny, wobbly smile before it falls again.
"See, you're fine." Coach also tries to assure. "You're on the ground. You're alright. Let it go. Shake it off. You're fine." She glances at everyone and walks through the crowd holding back tears.
The students laugh at the previous scene and Y/n glares at them. "What the hell are you all laughing at?" They jump at her loud voice and shy away from her angry stare. Later, when the teens have gone off to their locker rooms Erica looks up at the climbing wall, ties her hair up, and goes up to it and starts climbing.
Y/n takes off her tank top and tosses it into her locker with a huff. Allison looks at her with a half smile. "Are you still upset?" She asks.
"Very." Y/n pulls on her normal shirt back on. "I have half a mind to slap the whole class."
"But if you did that you wouldn't be able to go out tonight because you'd get detention."
Y/n frowned into her locker. "Why do you have to be right?"
Allison shrugged with a smile and Lydia looked at them. "You're going out tonight?" She asked curiously.
"Yeah. Me, Stiles, Allison and Scott."
"Oh. Sounds nice."
Y/n thought Lydia sounded a bit down and decided to cheer her up. "You wanna come?"
She shook her head. "I don't wanna crash your double date."
"You're not. It's okay, really. Come on, Lydie. We're going ice skating~" Y/n added in a singsong knowing it would get her to say yes.
Lydia smiled. "Well, if you insist."
Y/n smiled at her friend and turned back to her stuff, reaching a hand to grab something when she suddenly stopped. Slowly she touched her finger tips to her lips. Her mouth tasted metalic. Like... Blood. She looked around the locker room in alarm. "Where's Erica?"
"What do you mean tonight's not a good idea?" Stiles starts changing his shirt while talking to Scott in the locker room.
"I don't know." Scott opens his locker, blocking his friend from sight. (wait no, I wanna see shirtless Stiles ): ) "That thing we saw last night, Isaac missing, Allison's grandfather. All this stuff happening with Derek, I just- doesn't feel right." He closes the locker and Stiles has finished changing his shirt. (damn -_-)
"No, you're not backing out. Do you wanna know why? Because you and Allison are obviously having a good time together. And you know who else wants to have a good time with his girlfriend? Stiles! Stiles wants to have a good time with his girlfriend. Many, many times. Several times in a row. In different positions." Scott gives him a weird look before he looked down at his hand. It was shaking. "Are you even listening to me?" Then he notices Scott's hand too. "What? What is that?"
Erica started having a seizure half way up the wall. She suddenly fell back, but Scott caught her before she could hit the hard floor of the gymnasium. He lowered her to the ground and Y/n slid to a stop next to him. "On her side. Put her on her side." She quickly ordered and Scott obeyed, Erica's hand latching onto his as she convulsed. Other students rushed in behind the two and Allison looked down at them.
"How'd you know?" She asked.
Y/n and Scott shared a look before he looked up at Allison. "We just felt it."
...
"You ruin everything!" Y/n heard Jackson yell down the hall and she looked over to him to see him walking away from a terrified looking Lydia. Y/n rushed over to her friend in worry.
"Lydia? Are you okay? What happened?"
"I-I don't know. He just came up to me talking about I did something to him and I was immune. It was nonesense." She practically sobbed as her eyes started to water.
"Oh, Lydia." Y/n pulled the girl into a hug and she felt how upset Lydia had gotten by Jackson's confrontation. "He's just an asshole. Whatever is happening with him is probably his own fault, okay? If it will make you feel better I can kick his ass for you." She lightly jokes (while also being a bit serious) and Lydia managed to let out a small chuckle.
"No. I'll be fine. I just need to be alone for a minute." She gently pulled away and gave her a tight smile. "Thanks." And then she sped off to the bathrooms. Y/n looked after her with a small sigh but left her alone like she wanted.
At lunch Stiles walked into the cafeteria and sat in front of a teen named Boyd. He nodded at him. "Boyd. You got the keys?"
Boyd held up said keys and dangled them between his fingers. Stiles smiled and grabbed them but Boyd held tight to them. "This isn't a favor. It's a transacton."
"Right, yeah." He let the keys go. "Absolutely." He pulled $20 from his pocket and sat it on the table between them.
"I said 50."
"Really, I... I remember 20. I don't know. I have a really good verbal memory. And I remember 20. I remember that distinctive 'twa' sound. 'Twa-enty'."
"I said fifty. With a 'fa' sound. Hear the difference?" Stiles made a slight face and shook his head. "If you can't, I can demonstrate other words with the 'fa' sound."
"Uh, no, no, no. I think I'm recalling it, now. Heh. No. Maybe I just got it confused with..." He fishes another $20 and adds it with the other. "'For-ty'." Boyd eats a chip with a blank look. Stiles sighs. "Come one, man, have you seen the piece of crap Jeep that I drive?"
"You seen the piece of crap bus that I take?"
Stiles relents and forks up the final $10. "Fiddy." Boyd smiles at him. "Mmm." Stiles hums with a (sarcastic) smile of his own. Boyd offers the keys again. "Okay. Thank you." He takes them and makes his way to the table his friend and girlfriend sat at, taking a seat next to Y/n and putting the keys on the table. "Got 'em."
"That was painful to hear." Y/n snickered. "And I love your piece of crap Jeep, by the way."
He rolled his eyes at her but smiled anyway. "Pick you up right after work tonight and we'll meet at the rink, cool?" He directed his question to both teens but suddenly their attentions was drawn to the cafeteria doors. Everyone's attention was drawn to the doors. Why? Because walking through them was Erica, but not shy, frizzy haired Erica everyone knew. No. This was sudden blonde hotty Erica who was wearing tight clothes, heels, makeup, and had perfectly styled hair. She walked up to a table with confidence and bent over it next to a guy. She took his apple and took a bite, giving a small smirk as she chewed and dabbed at the corner of her mouth with her finger.
Lydia placed her hands on the table between Y/n and Scott. "What... the holy hell... is that?"
"It's Erica." Scott answered.
"I mean, I don't swing that way but... She could turn me." Y/n complinented the girl in her own strange way getting a wide eyed look from Stiles. "What?" She shrugged innocently. Erica smiled at everyone and then strode back out, taking one more glance and bite over her shoulder before she was out of sight. Scott, Y/n and Stiles got out of their seats and rushed down the halls and out the doors. Erica grinned at them as she got into Derek's car, the new Alpha also giving them a toothy smile before driving off with his apparent new Beta.
...
While working at the clinic Y/n can tell Scott is upset by the recent events. She wants to help but there's nothing she could really do but be there for him. He lets a jar slip from his hands and it shatters at his feet. He crouches down and picks up a piece of glass and looks at it with a frown. Alan looks at Y/n in question and all she offers is a small shrug. He goes over and crouches next to the teen. Y/n quietly works in her corner while her guardian does what he does best. Offer ambiguous advice.
"Why do I get the feeling you've got a lot on your mind?"
"Sorry, it just, kind of slipped through my fingers. Everything has been slipping through my fingers."
"Now, that sounds like far too a world-weary thing for a teenager to say."
"Sorry."
"You might wanna try a different perspective. This is just entropy at work. This is more the natural way of the universe. But it doesn't necessarily mean it's falling apart. It's just... Changing shape."
"For better or worse?"
"Exactly." Alan smiles and stands, going to walk away when Scott stops him.
"Hey, Doc." Scott stands as well. "When are we gonna talk about..." He looks to Y/n for help but she has her back turned. "The thing that we never got a chance to talk about?"
"Oh, yes. We never did get a chance to talk about that, did we?" Scott shakes his head. "Now is definitely a good time."
Scott has a relieved look on his face. "Thank God."
Alan folds his arms in thought. "What do you think? Two dollars?"
"Two dollars?" Scott is now confused.
"Nah. I think a bit more." Y/n finally speaks up, playing along with Alan's act.
"You're right. $2.50 more an hour. it seems like a pretty good raise."
"It's not exactly what I was..." Scott starts to deny. But then, "$2.50 more an hour?"
"Done." Alan holds a hand to Scott who shakes it. "Don't forget to clean up the cat cages." Scott has a smile as he crouches to clean up his mess.
Alan walks out of the room and Y/n follows. "You really like to be confusing, don't you?" She asks with a smile.
"What can I say? It's what I'm good at." She laughs at that.
"Hey, could I get a raise too?"
"If you practiced your skills a bit more, I might consider it." His mention of Y/n's magic practice making her sigh.
"I'm trying, but with the whole Peter thing and now Derek and..." She trailed off a bit, not really wanting to mention her strange experiences just yet, and quickly covered it with another sigh. "There's just been hardly any time. I'll try and practice some tomorrow."
He could tell she was holding something back, but he trusts her to come to him when she needs him. For now he just smiles at her. "Thank you."
"So?" She dragged out the syllable in question.
"I'll think about it."
"Thanks." She beamed.
...
Stiles turns the key and him and Scott open the doors to the ice rink. Stiles turned on the lights and the girls walk up, Allison going up to Scott excitedly. Y/n went to Stiles and gave him a kiss, one that left his lips tingling when she pulled away with a smile. She turned and gestured for Lydia to come on and the five went into the building.
Y/n and Stiles sat next to each other with Lydia in front of them as they laced up their ice skates, Allison and Scott were a bit farther off. "Could it be any colder in here?" Lydia complained as she rubbed her arms. Stiles dug in his bag and pulled out a bright orange jacket, tapping her shoudler and offering it to her. She looked at it and then him. "I'm wearing blue." When he didn't respond she elaborated. "Orange and blue, not a good combination."
"But it's the colors of the Mets." She gave him a bored look and he raised his hands in surrender.
Y/n chuckeld at her friend and took off her black coat. "Here. Black goes with everything." Lydia smiled at her and took the offered garment and put it on. "You know, orange and blue are complimentary colors. Put them together and sometimes it brings out the best in the other. Like a sherbert sunset, a caribbean blue sky chasing it on the horizon." Lydia paused in her actions as she thought about that.
"Yeah." Stiles nods at her explanation. "Not always the best, but sometimes it's perfect combination. Like, uh, like two people together... Who nobody ever thought would be together ever." Y/n looked over at him to see him already looking at her. Sometimes it seemed like seconds stretched into minutes and even hours when she explored the amber depths.
"No, I can see that." Lydia suddenly spoke, breaking the momentary spell making the couple look at her.
"You can?" Stiles asked her, taking another glance at the side of Y/n's face.
"Yeah. They're cute together." Lydia looked at the couple down the way.
"They're adorable." Y/n agreed with a smile.
"You two are cute together too, although I could see you two getting together from a mile away." With that Lydia stood and made her way to the ice, leaving Stiles gaping after her in surprise and Y/n smiling fondly.
"Apparently everyone could see we liked each other before even we realized ourselves." Y/n mused. "I don't think we're such a surprising combination though." She looked at Stiles with a smile and stood up. "Come on." She held a hand to him and he took it.
Allison held Scott's hand as they got ready to step onto the ice. "Since you never skated before, maybe I should give you a few pointers?" She asked.
He gave her a small smirk. "Allison. I don't know if this is news to you or anything, but you remember the werewolf thing? Super speed, strength, and reflexes."
"So a little ice skating should be no problem."
"Yeah." He stepped onto the ice and he was still upright. "See? It's no prob-ugh!" He grunted as he fell when trying to take a step making Allison chuckle.
Lydia and Y/n skated circles around each other looking like a pair of ice queens as they glided together. Stiles watched in amazement as the girls started spinning resembling a strawberry blonde and h/c tornado with how fast they were going. They easily glided out of it and skated together towards Stiles. Lydia bypassed him while Y/n stopped. "I think your jaw is touching the ice." She teased.
He blinked at her. "How- where did you learn to do that?"
She shrugged a bit. "I skated once or twice with my mom and then when I came here and became friends with Lydia she insisted I go with her."
"You're amazing."
She smirked at him. "I know. Come on." She took his hand and skated away with him.
They passed Allison as she held Scott's hands, gently leading him down the ice. "Okay, you got it." She slowly let him go. "You got-" And then he fell on his face. She sighed.
Scott managed to start wobbly getting across the rink on his own. He looked back at Allison in excitement. "I think I'm getting the hang of it!" But as soon as he turned back around he crashed into the plexiglass wall.
Allison leaned over him in worry. "You look like you hit your head that time."
Scott looked around in a daze. "What's that, Coach?"
"You definitely hit your head."
Lydia knelt down and picked up a purple petal, looking at it in curiosity. She stood and found more petals on the ice and followed them to a stem of wolfsbane sticking up out of the ice. She got down onto her hands and knees to look closer. She wiped the frost from the ice and found a face underneath.
Y/n had her arms around Stiles' shoulders, his around her waist, as she kissed him. She pulled away with a bright smile as she looked at him. "Thanks for setting this up tonight." She said.
"It's no biggie." He waved it off a little bashfully.
"I hope you don't mind that I invited Lydia. She's been having a rough time with Jackson and the whole Peter situation. I thought this would help her out a bit."
"No, I get it and I don't mind. I'm just happy I get some time with you at all." She smiled at him and went to kiss him again, but in her periphery she saw someone. Brown hair and leather jacket. She pulled back with a small gasp, her arms slipping from him, and looked over, but no one was there. "What?" Stiles asked and followed her gaze but when he also didn't see anything he looked back at her. "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing. Nothing, I... I just thought I saw someone." He looked at her in concern, something she didn't notice because something else has caught her attention. "Do you smell that?"
He shook his head. "No. What is it?"
"I don't know. It smells like..." She trailed off as her gaze trailed down to her hand. When had she closed it into a fist? She slowly turned it over and opened it, finding a petal there. "Wolfsbane." She inhaled sharply and whipped her head around. "Lydia." A moment later the girl's screams ripped through the air and Y/n quickly went to her friend. The flower was gone but Lydia was still on her knees. Y/n knelt next to her and grabbed her shoulders. She still screamed but let Y/n pull her into an embrace as she cried out.
Scott and Allison rushed out from the photo booth to find the girls on the ground and Stiles looked at them. None of them knew what to do.
...
Y/n skipped school the next day. These strange things that have been happening have shook her. Nothing has ever happened like that before. Spirits have come and gone in the blink of an eye before, yes, but only when her eyes were shifted. She's never seen a spirit any other time than when her eyes glow. So, if this boy she's seen is a spirit, why is she seeing him without her gift?
She wants to tell Alan what's been happening and what she's seeing, ask for his help, but he's not like her. He doesn't have the experience with spirits like she and other witches do. If she could find another witch and ask her, she would, but witches are hard to come by. So she'll just have to figure it out on her own.
She'd been looking through her grimoire, looking for anything on spirits. Had someone experienced something like this before? But apparently all she can find is what she already knows. No one in her line has had this happen. She sighed and flopped back onto her bed. She tried to think of anything that could give her an answer. Some sort of divination ritual? A scrying bowl? Crystal ball? Then it hit her. She sat up with a small gasp. Spirit writing! Or at least a version of it. She picked up her grimoire again and combed through the pages. Once she found what she wanted she read over it carefully.
Spirit writing is used by the supernatural creatures who have a connection to the dead such as Witches and Banshees, but it is not limited to just the written word. If allowed to focus properly the conduit for the dead can use any type of medium she prefers. Spirit writing is just a tool for the conduit to get more answers from the spiritual world than talking to a singular spirit would yield. If a conduit has a stronger connection to graphite and parchment drawings compared to the written word then she is more likely to get better answers or even a clear picture. All outside distractions must be blocked for it to work properly. If even a tiny sound distracts her the spell is broken and the message will be forever unfinished. All senses must be focused on this one task. Sight, sound, touch, taste, smell, and the spiritual intuition.
The answer you get may not be the one you asked for, but something you need to see nonetheless.
That means Y/n would have to be isolated from the world for however long the spell lasts. She wouldn't be able to help the boys if they need it or anyone else. Something could happen that she could have helped with or even prevented. But if she could get some answers... Isn't that worth it? She has to do this. She has to get some sort of answer. The boys will be fine without her for a while.
Anything that could make a sound, like her phone and computer, she turned it off and sat it outside her door, putting a note for Alan that she can not be disturbed until she was done. The only thing she left in the room was her radio that she'd put a CD in that would repeat itself if necessary. Something soothing that she doesn't need to really hear. She closed and locked her door and window and shut the blinds. She turned on a light so she could see when it got darker. She went to her dresser and set up her incense burner, lighting one that she liked that would last for a good while in her closed room. She rinsed her mouth with water so that she had nothing on her tongue but her own saliva. She changed into loose and comfortable clothes that she uses for when she's painting and tied her hair up. She went to her art corner, set up her materials, turned on the music and picked up a brush.
She closed her eyes for a moment, conecting herself to her senses. The feel of the sturdy tool in her hand. The smell of incense and acrylic paint in the air. The sound of the pianos and violins from her radio. The taste of water on her tongue. The display of colors just waiting for her. The flow of her magic in her veins and the connection to the other world that lives in her soul. Her eyes open and they glow brilliantly as she starts to paint, letting the supernatural forces that be guide her hand as she asks one question.
What do I need to see?
It will be hours before she's out of the spell. In this time she misses phone calls from Scott and Stiles to help look for Boyd as they had figured out he's the next one Derek wants to turn. When they get no answer they look for Boyd themselves. Stiles gets hit by a piece of his Jeep and dumped into a trash bin by Erica when he went to Boyd's house. Meanwhile Scott went to the ice rink where Boyd was riding a Zamboni to smooth the ice. He tries to talk Boyd out of it when Derek comes with Isaac and Erica. The two Beta's rush Scott but he manages to knock them down quickly, sliding them back to their Alpha. Scott told Boyd that all Derek wanted was power and the Hale agreed that it was for power, soon displaying it by knocking Scott down with his claws. Scott tries one last time to stop Boyd but he finds out that he's already too late. Boyd has already accepted the Bite.
In the night Alan had gotten alerted to the fact that the alarm at the clinic was tripped. Someone had broken in it seemed. He went up to Y/n's room to let her know what was happening but stopped short when he saw her things in front of the door and a note with his name. When he read it he sighed a bit but let her be. He did ask her to practice her skills more, and whatever she's doing is definitely magic. He leaves to the clinic and disarms the alarm when he entered. He went to the back room and his eyes widened at the clawed body laying on the metal table.
"I was wondering if you could give me your medical opinion on what killed this man." Chris Argent's voice comes from the darkened side room.
"I don't know if you saw the sign out there, but this is just an animal clinic."
"I'm aware of that. I'm also aware that you're not just a vet. And that Y/n is not just a teenager. I won't say anything of her to anyone, but in return you need to examine this body." Not really seeing much of a choice Alan agrees.
Later Scott walks into the clinic looking at his still present wound. "Why aren't you healing?"
"Because it's from an Alpha." Scott jumps at Alan's voice and his eyes widen at the body on the table. "I think maybe we better have that talk now."
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Published: 2/3/21
Edited: 4/12/22
Double update because I'm just so excited to write all of this that I have a good chunk and can afford it :P
Thank you so much for reading and I'm glad people are enjoying this as much as I am!