"Kasey? Honey are you awake?"

My eyes slowly opened at the familiar voice of my mother, when my vision settled and I was fully conscious I let out a sigh. I'm still in the hospital, still laying in this uncomfortable bed, and still dressed in this stupid white gown. My mom was standing by my bedside- dressed in her work attire, which today were a pair of purple scrubs with a white jacket that had little pink flowers on it. The dark purple bags under her eyes matched the scrubs nearly to a T, and I felt a wave of guilt wash over me- knowing fully well that I'm the reason she is so sleep deprived.

I offered her a faint smile as I sat up in the bed, "I am now."

She bit down on her bottom lip and started to scribble on the clipboard she was clutching tightly in her hands, taking my vitals... It's so weird to have your mom as a nurse, especially when the reason you're in the hospital is because you were attacked by a werewolf, and she doesn't know it. She needs to learn the truth soon, and I mean very soon- Scott just keeps on putting it off, saying she is safer not knowing. I don't believe that for a second.

"How're you feeling?" She asked softly as she grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze, a very tight squeeze. I am so happy that I'm not hooked up to an EKG anymore, because the lie I'm about to tell would certainly set that off.

"Fine, still a bit sore- but other than that I'm alright." I kept my gaze on the white bedsheets, if I look at her she could pick up on the fact that I'm lying and I can't have that. I'm not sore at all, in fact- my freaking wounds are healing entirely too fast. Scott has no idea what it is, because I'm not healing as fast as he did when he was bitten- but I am definitely healing a lot faster than I should be.

"Well, you're making really good progress... You can go home later this evening, I can't officially release you until your doctor checks you over one last time though." My mom stated as she let go of my hand and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

I nodded, "Awesome. I'm sick of being in the hospital anyway- how you work here still bewilders me."

She chuckled as she went to attach my clipboard back to the foot of my bed- and that's when my eyes settled on Stiles. He was passed out in the chair on the other side of the room, with a Get Well Soon balloon tied around his wrist. His mouth was hanging wide open and he was mumbling something along of the lines of, ohhh you're dirty.

"How long has he been here?" I asked quietly- my voice suddenly lowering in volume in fear of waking him up. He looked so cute right now, and I would hate to disturb him in this state. I've been in the hospital for a total of three days, and every day he is here- Sheriff Stilinski made him leave yesterday for about an hour, but he came scrambling back in the room the second that those sixty minutes were up. I'm not complaining though, I love having him here with me.

My mom sighed as she glanced at my boyfriend with a small smile, "He hasn't left... he has been in that chair since he got back yesterday."

I honestly don't know what I did to deserve him, he is entirely too perfect. Who else would spend that much time in this dreaded hospital for me? Scott can't even stay that long, which I don't blame him for, I hate hospitals. But here Stiles is, sleeping in probably the most uncomfortable chair on the planet, just so I won't be alone. If it's possible, I think I love him more than I did yesterday. I love him so much it's crazy.

"You really mean a lot to him, you know... I overheard him talking to his dad last night, and the things he was saying- wow, he really loves you Kasey." My mom said quietly as she turned to look at me, a faint smile on her face.

My stomach started to tighten at the memory of the first time I told him I loved him, the overwhelming feelings were coming back and it was starting to make me sick to my stomach- but in sort of a good way. I didn't think I would ever fall in love with Stiles Stilinski- my brother's best friend, the kid who I have known since he sat at mine and Scott's kindergarten table, the kid who is hyperactive and sarcastic and just an all around weirdo. But I did fall in love with him, and I'm still falling right now.

"I love him too, mom." I admitted with a smile- she is the first person I have told, other than Stiles of course. Scott doesn't know, but I think deep down he knew it would happen eventually. I think he kind of wanted it to happen, to be honest. Who wouldn't want the guy they know who won't hurt the girl he loves to be dating his sister?

She rose an eyebrow, "You love him?"

"I do, I love him like... a lot." I chuckled as he stirred in his sleep, mumbling something else. He looked so adorable that I just wanted to take a picture of him like that and save it forever. Because looking at him like this, is bringing the biggest smile to my face- and I know that if I was ever sad and I looked a picture of him like this, I would smile and cheer up instantly.

"I have another patient to check on... if you need anything- you can buzz me, alright? And don't hesitate to do so," My mom said as her little beeper she had went off, I nodded at her in understanding and she sent me one last smile before leaving my room. At the sound of the door closing, Stiles' eyes shot open and he looked around the room in confusion. When his hazel balls of beauty settled on me he sighed in relief and quickly moved over to the seat next to my bedside.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked with a yawn- he then realized that the balloon was tied to his wrist and he started to flail his arm around to try and rid himself of the decoration, after twenty seconds of failed attempts to get the string off, he finally bit at it with his teeth and cut it- causing the balloon to rise to the ceiling.

Stiles sighed in defeat as he rubbed at his eyes, he looked exhausted. Everyone is so exhausted lately because of me and I feel terrible about it, absolutely terrible. I shouldn't have went to the bathroom at the dance- if I wouldn't have then I wouldn't be laying here in the hospital right now. This all could have been avoided, but- if I hadn't been nearly killed by Peter then Stiles wouldn't have did what he did to help Peter track down Derek, which ultimately led to his demise. Stiles caught me up on everything that I missed while I was out cold, apparently Derek is the new alpha now... something I feel very weary about.

"Better... how are you feeling? You look so tired," I mumbled as I sat up a bit in my bed, my body is nowhere near as sore as it was when I woke up the night of my attack. Oh that night was a disaster- Sheriff Stilinski asked me what had happened and if I could remember who or what attacked me. Once again, I had to lie.

"I was just leaving the bathroom when I saw Lydia walking out of the school by herself... me being the stalker I am, I followed her... due to my terrible walking in heels skills, I fell behind and by the time I caught up to her she was already laying on the ground all bloody and hurt... that's the last thing I remember," That was the lie I told him... it wasn't all that convincing but my doctor did say something about me having PTSD or something like that, which could screw up with my actual recollection of events.

I remember pretty much everything that night though; especially when Peter attacked me. I remember the pain the best, it felt like his claws and teeth were on fire as they raked across my skin. And then I remember hearing Stiles- he talked so damn much, but I'm glad he did... if he hadn't of talked I wouldn't have fought so hard to stay semi-conscious so I could just hear him. The last thing I really remember is when we got into the hospital, and then the nurses injected me with something that put me under.

Stiles sighed as he gently grabbed my hand, "I am tired... but that's probably because I can't sleep for more than two hours at a time without freaking out about you so I wake up."

"I can barely sleep too... I keep having these weird nightmares, mostly about Peter and Lydia." I said with huff of annoyance. Even though he's dead he still manages to somehow screw up my sleeping patterns. I am so glad that I don't have to deal with his alpha ass anymore, that was just a headache and a half. I can't even try to figure out why I'm dreaming about Lydia, and they are pretty disturbing dreams.

My boyfriend rose an eyebrow in confusion, "Lydia? What about Lydia?"

"I'm sure it's nothing..." I mumbled awkwardly, I know that the dreams have to mean something. They can't just be some weird PTSD thing or whatever the doctor wants to call it, but I know that as soon as I tell Stiles about... it's going to actually become an issue, and the last thing we need is more issues.

His grip on my hand tightened, "Kasey you can tell me. What happens in these dreams?"

I bit down on my lip and let out a sigh, "I don't know. She just- finds stuff or disappears. Like, before my mom woke me up I had a dream that she was taking a shower or whatever and she found a bunch of hair and the water was black and-and then Peter was there, and for some reason she just vanished. I don't know where she went,"

"Okay... that's a bit strange." Stiles mused as he let the odd story of my dream settle into his mind. It was probably one of the weirdest dreams I've ever had in my entire life, and I don't know why I would dream something so weird. It's like I was in the shower with Lydia- just standing there with her like it was the most normal thing in the world, when it was really freaking weird.

I blinked a few times and glanced at him, should I tell him about the fact that I'm healing entirely too quickly? Maybe I should wait until I'm actually out of the hospital for that discussion though, Scott told me to wait as well. He said he was going to try and figure out what's going on with me- but he more than likely has been spending time making out with Allison, and not doing research.

"I need to get a shower... um... do you mind just, leaving for a few minutes?" I asked awkwardly. The last thing I wanted to do was lay here without being able to shower, and it would be weird to get in and everything while Stiles is just sitting in here by himself... awkwardly.

He coughed a bit as he stood up, "Yeah, sure. I'll just-uh, go get something to eat. Be careful," he said quickly before he stood from the chair and shuffled out of the room. I sighed to myself as I heaved my rapidly recovering body out of bed and padded into the bathroom. When I glanced at myself in the mirror I cringed, I looked awful. The bags under my eyes were growing a deeper shade of purple, and my hair was not looking as good as it usually does- stupid hospital shampoo and off brand conditioner. I relieved myself of my hospital gown and pulled the bandages off of my body- the cuts and bite marks were still there, but they were definitely clearing up... not good. Especially since my mom will be hovering over me at home about them, great.

I hopped into the shower and turned the water on, as I adjusted the temperature of the water a weird feeling started to creep up the back of my spine. I quickly turned around, only to find myself alone as I should be... oh I'm just being paranoid. Nothing can get in here. I'm fine. As the water rained down on me I closed my eyes and absorbed as much of the relaxing sensation as I could- it felt wonderful to be able to just unwind for a second of two. I had just gotten the shampoo rinsed out of my hair when I glanced down at the water and saw that it was turning black- just like in my dream. I sucked in a breath as I took a step back and blinked rapidly- trying to make the water go back to normal. To my surprise, it shifted back to it's original state and looked completely normal. What is wrong with me?

I ran my hands over my face as I let out a frustrated groan, this is just my lack of sleep getting to me. That's all. There is no way that the water- what is that? I peeked from behind my fingers to see a bloody and burnt arm reaching out of the water- I started screaming as I tried to get out of the shower. I nearly tripped and fell, pulling the curtain with me. My ears started to ring as another scream echoed around in the building- that was Lydia. Why is she screaming?

"Kasey!" Stiles stumbled through the door with my mom and a doctor in tow. I had the curtain pulled in front of myself as I just stood there- crying my eyes out. What is happening to me? Stiles quickly grabbed a towel and helped me wrap myself up before he pulled me into his arms, squeezing me tightly against him. I gripped onto his jacket tightly and sobbed loudly as the images of that arm kept flashing through my mind.

What did Peter do to me?

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"So she's just gone?" I asked Sheriff Stilinski awkwardly, he was standing in my room along with two other deputies, my mother, and his son- but I like to refer to him as my boyfriend, it sounds a lot nicer in my opinion...

After my little meltdown in the bathroom, my mom had managed to get Stiles to let go of me long enough for her to help me get into some actual clothes. She was on her way to my room with my doctor so they could formally discharge me, sending me home. And then all of this craziness happened. Apparently, Lydia had disappeared...and I feel like I know why...

He nodded, "And you happened to scream at the exact same time she did... which is why we're questioning you about it. What happened?"

I blinked in surprise, "I don't know why she screamed, or why she decided to jump out of her bathroom window. Why would I know that?"

"He's not saying you do honey, it's just a little weird that it happened at the same time." My mom said quietly as she glanced at me. Oh great. She is already starting to develop questions and doubts about me in her mind, this is just fantastic.

I sighed, "I freaked out like that because... well because I thought I saw something in the bathroom and I guess this whole PTSD thing is getting to my head."

Sheriff Stilinski nodded once and then gestured for his deputies and my mom and doctor to follow him out into the hallway, leaving me with Stiles once again. He was biting his thumbnail anxiously as he paced the small section of tile from my bed to the wall. I pulled my jacket sleeves down over my hands as I stood up and walked over to him- gently grabbing his forearm so he would stop moving. He whipped his head around to face me, "Kasey I don't- I... he said that you were... I-I can't figure this out." He stammered out, his eyes wide with concern.

"We can figure that out later... we need to go and find Lydia, maybe she'll have answers. Or, I don't know something." I replied gently, I noticed that he had something balled up and shoved insice of his vest- what is that? I reached in and pulled out a hospital gown with a splotch of dried blood on it, where did he get that?

"It's Lydia's- I swiped it from her room so Scott could get her scent, ya know? He's out in the jeep, waiting." Stiles said quickly as he grabbed the gown back and hid it in his vest again. I simply nodded as he grabbed my hand and began to lead me out of the hospital room and into the hallway. I noticed that a vending machine was flipped over and had glass all over the floor... I glanced at Stiles and he seemed to be trying his best to avoid looking at it...

I stifled a laugh as my teeth bit down on my bottom lip, "Did you do that?"

"Possibly. We don't really have time to waste here, so let's go." He replied quickly as he offered me a small smile. He was something else I swear.

Stiles pulled me out of the hospital and outside into the crisp night air, his jeep was parking directly in front of the entrance and I could make our Scott's body in the front seat. I guess I'll be in the back once again, I really should talk to Stiles about the whole making me sit in the back thing. It's starting to get a tad bit annoying. When we got to the jeep and Stiles pulled his door open, Scott looked very surprised to see me standing there beside him.

"Kasey? What are you doing out here?" My brother asked in his 'I'm so concerned voice' and he rose his eyebrows for added effect I'm sure.

I sighed as Stiles helped me get into the back of his jeep before he climbed in and slammed the door shut, "I was just released. I am no longer a patient here at the lovely Beacon Hills Hospital. So now we need to find Lydia, and I think I know why she disappeared like that."

Stiles groaned, "You think the dream like, came true?"

"Yeah. That's why I screamed... because some of it came true and it scared the crap out of me. I think Peter did something to Lydia and I when he bit us, he is somehow still messing with our heads even though he's dead and it just doesn't make any sense to me."

Scott held his hand up to like pause the conversation that Stiles and I were having, he looked even more confused than he did when I showed up at the jeep. "What dreams? What are you talking about?"

"Long story, no time to tell it right now Scotty." I replied quickly as I buckled my seat belt into place. Stiles then pulled Lydia's gown out of his vest and handed it to my brother- I still think it's pretty freaking weird that Scott is going to smell the gown and then track Lydia down my scent... it's just, odd.

My brother glanced at the gown in question, "This is the one she was just wearing?"

Stiles nodded, "Yeah. I managed to get it from her room,"

"Scott- we have to find her." My voice was holding a very urgent tone, and to any one else it may have sounded like I actually care about Lydia and I would go insane if something happened to her. That wasn't the case really- I just know that she is somehow connected to me now, and I need to find out why. What did Peter do to us?

He nodded, "I'm not gonna let anyone hurt her again. I promise."

"Okay well just shove the freaking thing in your face and let's go find her." Stiles said as he started up the jeep- the headlights then flicked on and Allison seemed to appear out of nowhere. I jumped in my seat slightly as Stiles let out one of his famous reactions of surprise. Oh what the hell is she doing here? We don't have time for this crap.

Allison then made her way over to Scott's window and Scott seemed entirely too surprised to see her... "What are you doing here? Someone's going to see us," Scott said quietly. What? If they're dating why would he care if anyone saw them together... unless they aren't dating- then that would mean this whole situation is so much more complicated than it was before I was admitted into the hospital. Awesome. This is just freaking fantastic.

"I don't care, she is my best friend and we need to find her before they do." Allison argued quickly, showing obvious concern for Lydia.

Scott sighed, "I can find her before the cops can."

"Yeah? Well what about before my dad does?" Allison countered.

My eyes widened, "He knows?"

"Yeah- and I just saw him leave with three other guys in two SUV's." She added as she glanced at me in the backseat, her eyes widened slightly when she realized it was me but I shrugged that whole surprised look off.

Scott glanced at Stiles and myself, "It's a search party."

"More like a hunting party." Allison corrected.

"Get in," Scott simply responded as he opened the door. Allison climbed over top of him and slid into the backseat beside me. She looked extremely happy that I was okay, but she also looked stressed to the wire that Lydia was missing.

Stiles peeled out of the hospital's parking lot and began to drive down the road in pursuit of Lydia. The irony of the situation is not lost on me, people. For some reason my head was starting to hurt- like really hurt. I blinked several times and rubbed at my eyes in attempts to push the pain away, but it wasn't going anywhere. Oh what is happening to me?

"They won't actually kill her right?" Stiles asked Allison.

She shrugged, "I don't know they won't tell me anything. They keep saying I have to wait until after Kate's funeral when the other's get here."

"Other's?" I echoed in confusion, "What others?"

"They won't tell me that either," Allison said with a sigh.

Stiles rolled his eyes, "Okay your family has got some serious communication issues to work on."

My brother had his head out the window and he was smelling the air for Lydia's scent. I was trying not to laugh due to the fact that this was a very serious situation- but he looked like an idiot. He's just lucky that it's so late in the evening and people aren't out walking around to see him like this.

"Scott are we going the right way?" Stiles asked quickly.

Scott sniffed the air before replying, "Take the next right!"

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"She came here? Are you sure?" I asked Scott as we approached Derek's house, the house that I wanted to desperately avoid. The house where Derek could possible be in right now. The house, that still after all of this time, scares the crap out of me.. Stiles was standing beside me and he had a tight grip on my hand, my headache was only getting worse- and I have a feeling it's because of Lydia.

Scott nodded, "This is where the scent leads."

"Alright but has Lydia ever been here?" Stiles asked with a sigh, clearly he was tired of everything leading back to Derek and his creepy house as well.

Allison shook her head from side to side, "Not with me."

"Great. This is just great," I muttered as I started to walk around looking for Lydia. Maybe she is hiding somewhere? Hell, I don't know. What I don know though, is that if we can't find her soon- my head is going to explode.

Stiles followed after me as I checked behind tree's and under leaves, Scott and Allison stayed put and were having some sort of conversation about alpha's or something. I couldn't really hear them over the pounding in my ears at the moment. I glanced down at the ground, and my eyes caught sight of a silver wire like thing that was attached to a tree trunk. What is that?

I grabbed Stiles arm and tugged him closer so he could see it, he rose an eyebrow as he bent down and gently grabbed it. Why is he touching it? Oh this is not going to end well, "Hey guys check this out- it looks like a trip wire." Stiles called out to Allison and Scott.

Allison made her way over to us and watched my boyfriend as he tugged the wire up, nothing seemed to happen though. Well, that was until Scott started speaking, "Hey Stiles?"

"Yeah buddy," He responded as we all turned around- only to see my brother suspended in the air upside down. Oh, well that certainly is amusing.

Scott let out a breath, "Next time you see a trip wire- don't trip it."

"Noted.." Stiles replied awkwardly as he glanced down at the trip wire.

We all then took a step towards him so we could help him get down but his eyes went wide and he held his hands out, "Wait- someone's coming. Hide! Hide!"

Stiles grabbed my hand and started to take off in the opposite direction of Scott, Allison following closely behind. We managed to get behind a tree before Allison's father and two other hunters approached Scott. Great.

"Is he ever going to leave him alone?" I asked Allison with a sigh.

She shook her head from side to side, "Probably not."

A stab of pain rushed through my skull and I winced as I pulled my hands up to my head- okay this is really starting to get on my nerves. Why is this happening? We need to find Lydia- and fast. I can't handle much more of this.

"What's wrong?" Allison asked- she had been watching me instead of Scott, like Stiles had been. But as soon as she questioned me, my boyfriend whipped his head to the side to look at me in concern.

I blinked a few times before replying, "Nothing. Just a headache- agh." I groaned as another rush of pain flowed through me head. Stiles clamped a hand over my mouth so Mr. Argent and his little hunting party wouldn't hear me. I squeezed my eyes shut to keep a tear or two from rolling out of my eyes. I need like an aspirin or something.

"Maybe you're dehydrated?" Allison suggested quietly.

Stiles removed his hand from my mouth as Mr. Argent and his posy left, leaving Scott dangle there. He must've known that he was with someone, well- I would hope he knew that because that was just rude to leave him hanging there like that.

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And here is part 1 of episode 1 of season two! Sorry it took me so long to get this out, I have been mapping out exactly what Kasey is and how the bite affected her and all that- and I needed to get that all sorted out before I started writing this season! :) xx fan, vote, and commentttt!