"He found what he was looking for; and she didn't think it could be her. "

    Indigo's POV

I suspiciously walked around, not running like I usually was. What was so different? I was in the same t-shirt, the same woods...

    "Indigo!"

My head snapped back at the sound of Stiles' voice. I started jogging, until I began running that way, hurrying towards the constant yelling. I pushed past trees as always, but these were closer together, making it harder to run through. I groaned as I squeezed through, stumbling as I made it through.

    "Stiles! Where are you?!" I yelled, stopping in place.

After hearing nothing, I huffed and went off from what I previously heard. I took deep breaths as I ran, trying to steady my heart.

  "Stiles!" I yelled again. Nothing. I sniffled as I ran, crying. What was so wrong? What if I didn't find him? What would happen to him?

     "Indigo!" The voice was slightly different this time. It wasn't Stiles'.

Suddenly, my view began to shake, and the next thing I know, I see Scott shaking me.

   I let out a deep breath, as does Scott as I began to wake up. I wipe the water from my eyes, feeling that my tears had been real.

"Indigo? Are you okay?" Scott whispered.

I silently nodded, sitting up.

   "That didn't sound alright. Why were you screaming Stiles' name?" He gently asked. My eyes widened.

"I was- actually screaming?"

Scott slowly nodded. I dropped my gaze to my lap, shaking my head from left to right solemnly.

   "Scott, what's happening to me?"

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I sighed as I pushed open the door to Harris' room, since my nightmare had made me and Scott 20 minutes late to school.

  "Oh, Miss. Indigo. So nice of you to finally join us." He sarcastically nodded, as I rolled my eyes and took an empty seat. I noticed Stiles' kept his eyes on me, although the seat next to him was taken up. Which, honestly, I didn't know if I wanted to sit next to him. After my nightmare, and considering my dreams has basically happened-

"Speaking of Miss. Indigo, all students below a C average are required to attend the parent/ teacher conferences tonight." He sighed, making eye contact with specific students.

  "Also on the subject, where's McCall?"

I rolled my eyes again, knowing just as well where he was. While I had to come to school, Scott got to go run off into the woods with Allison. Like that's fair.

  I trail my eyes to Stiles mindlessly and see him leaning towards Danny. I chuckle as he struggles to balance, until the chair finally gives, and he smashes to the floor. I slap my hand to my mouth to cover the fit of giggles.

He quickly stood up, brushing himself off as he cheeks grew a definite red.

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I walked down the hallway to my next class, until a hand suddenly grabbed mine and ripped me around. I was almost afraid, until I recognized Stiles' jittery figure.

"Come on." He said, dragging me from the way he came.

  "Where are we going?" I asked cautiously, slightly putting resistance into my walk.

"We're gonna go check on Lydia. She hasn't been at school all day, Jackson look like he has a time bomb implanted in his face, and Scott isn't doing any thing about it." He huffed, shoving open the double doors.

  "You can go check on Lydia yourself." I huffed, stopping in place. Stiles stumbled as he was tugged back by his grip on my wrist.

"Wh-why?" He asked, confused.

  "We're not on the- best... of terms." I eased.

"Why not?"

I froze. What was I supposed to say? Because you're totally in love with her and she doesn't get it, while here I am, wishing you would look at me the same w-

   "Indigo?"

Thump.

Thump thump.

Thump.

  What the hell was that? I narrowed my eyes, as they rested on the ground. What was I hearing? It just kept continuing, the same rhythm. Over. And over. Like a heartbeat.

"Indigo? Are you alright?"

My breathing was shaky now, coming out in short rasps. Thump. Thump thump. Thump.

  "Indigo!"

I snapped my head up, nearly inches from Stiles' face. His eyes widen as I made the sudden movement, his pupils searching my face.

"What happened? Are you okay?" He asked, seriously concerned.

"I-" I gulped. "I don't know."

"Okay, well now, you're coming with me. Yup." He nodded, before quickly dragging me to the jeep once again.

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   "Honey? There's an Indigo and a- Stiles, here to see you." Lydia's mom sweetly said, opening the door to a pink bedroom.

"What the hell, is a stindigo?" She slurred, mushing our names together.

  "She took a little something to- uh, ease her nerves." Her mom smiled, before leaving us to Lydia.

"What are you doing here?" I heard. I saw Lydia sit up, propping her body up with her arm as she basically shoved her chest over the top of her lingerie top.

  "I was just making sure you're okay." Stiles answered.

"Why?" She mumbled, her eyes drooping like she was going to pass out any second. Now, would be a great time...

  "Because- I was worried about you today." He shrugged, walking over to her bed. My mouth dropped as his words and his gesture. I couldn't help but notice the unfamiliar pang in my chest. Of course he was worried about her. She's Lydia Martin.

"How are you feeling?" Stiles asked, sitting down next to her on the bed, only fueling the boil that was running through my veins.

  "I feel- fantastic." She grinned, leaning in.

Stiles shook his head, before leaning over and grabbing the bottle of pills on the counter.

"I bet you can't say, uh, "I saw Suzy sittin' in a shoe shine shop" ten times fast." Stiles joked. I rolled my eyes at the stupid phrase, but Lydia attempted it.

  "I saw Shuzy-"

"I shaw-"

  "I saw." She whispered, her eyes no longer holding the lazy, high feeling.

"What? Lydia, what did you see?" He quickly asked.

  "The same thing I saw." I scoffed, making him turn his head. "You know, I was sort of attacked by it, then traumatized by the fact that it just poked my neck, and left me under a movie rack. But, sure. Let's ask the girl on drugs."

I stormed out of the room, the tension between the two pushing me off the edge. I dramatically stomped down the stairs, before reaching the hard woods with a loud pound.

"Oh, what's wrong?" I heard a small voice. I turned to see the same woman that had let us in, Lydia's mother.

  "What? Nothing." I shook my head, shrugging.

"Then why are you crying?"

I gasped and reached up to my cheeks, and sure enough, I felt drops. I huffed, annoyed, and wiped them off roughly. I left the same way I did down the stairs, and hopped straight into Stiles' jeep.

   "Stiles likes Lydia. I don't like Stiles. Stiles likes Lydia. I don't like Stiles." I whispered to myself, almost chanting to see if I could make myself believe it. He couldn't. I couldn't. It hadn't been nearly long enough for him to like me, so why did I like him? Besides the fact that he was accepting of me, he wasn't ever really mean to me, he was sweet, cute, and those deep brown eyes that just made me hang onto every word he said-

  "Hey."

My head snapped to the driver door where Stiles was already climbing in. He shut the door, still looking at me with his eyebrows furrowed.

"What was that?"

I opened my mouth, waiting for an excuse. I couldn't tell him what I was actually doing out here, and away from him and Lydia.

  "Just, didn't start to feel good." I shrugged, giving a short small smile at the end to reassure him.

"Oh, okay." He smiled, before starting the car. I sighed as I kept my eyes on him a little longer, before tearing my gaze away as I looked outside.

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  "Where the hell are you? Get to school now." Melissa hissed into the phone, before hanging up. She's been calling Scott all night for him to haul his ass to school for the parent/teacher conferences.

"Ms. McCall, how about we get started?" Mr. Harris suggested, the familiar grimace on his face.

  "Sure." Melissa gave a small smile, sitting down next to me in front of Mr. Harris.

"Since, at least one of your children are here-" He sighed, flipping through a folder. "We'll start with Indigo."

  "While, she knows the information very well, as we've seen on tests such as the pre-tests and post-tests, but she almost... restrains on classwork." He informed us.

"Oh?" Melissa quirked an eyebrow, looking to me.

   "She's one of my-lesser complaint students and often does well on tests, but during class, her mind is elsewhere. Along with Scott, it seems. Personally, I think it may have something to do with their home situation." Harris nodded.

"Oh, well, personally, I don't know what you mean by 'home situation'?" Melissa almost snapped back, but also kept a sweet mothering tone.

  "Specifically the lack of an authority figure." Mr. Harris added, making Melissa almost choke on her own spit.

"Well, I am the authority figure so-"

  "Oh, I'm sorry-" Harris chuckled to himself, shaking his head slightly. "I meant the lack of a male authority figure."

  It had just now dawned upon me, that I'd never seen Scott's dad, much less a man even walk into the McCall household.

"Trust me, we're much better off without him in the picture." Melissa pursed her lips, as I saw the gears spin behind her eyes.

  "Do your children feel the same way?" Harris spoke up.

"Indigo was- after him. But I know Scott does. I think." She nodded, before mumbling. "I hope."

  I smiled at the fact she didn't just bring up the fact that I had just turned up in the middle of the night with her son with no memory. I don't think it really bothered her, honestly. She'd already accepted me as he own daughter, anything behind that didn't affect her.

"Well, that's all. Just- make sure Indigo, that you proceed with classwork. As long as you do it, you could possibly end up valedictorian." Harris said, almost wincing.

    I nodded, quickly walking out with Melissa as she called Scott for the umpteenth time. We passed the double doors and began to walk into the parking lot.

  "Scott, you need to call me right now." She huffed, hanging up again.

"Allison, answering your phone will make discussing the terms of your grounding much easier. Call me back before your punishment reaches biblical proportions."

  I looked over the see Mr. Argent and his wife, walking out just as we were.

"Kate hasn't heard from her either." Allison's mom sighed. Kate? Who the hell was that?

  "Excuse me, "Melissa politely smiled. "You're not Allison parents, are you? I'm Scott's mom, and I hate to say it, but he's not answering his phone either."

"You're his mother?" Mr. Argent asked, raising his eyebrows. My eyes widened.

    "Funny how you say that like it's an accusation." Melissa chuckled, trying to stay polite.

"Well, I wouldn't claim it as a source of pride, since he basically kidnapped my daughter today." He slightly snapped.

  "How do we know skipping school wasn't your daughters idea?" Melissa snapped right back.

"My daughter is-" Argent started just as Scott and Allison walked up. "Right there."

  Allison had a guilty look on her face as her parents dragged her away. Scott looked at her as she left, then turned to his mom.

"Where exactly have you been?" Melissa scoffed.

  "Nowhere, mom." Scott huffed, looking down at his shoes.

"Nowhere, meaning not school." She retorted.

  "Kind of."

I heard slight mumbling, and I looked around, seeing Allison dad opening the door for her.

"It's my birthday and we were-"

  "Allison, get in the car." Her dad huffed, not happy.

A scream erupted in the parking lot, making everyone turn heads.

Another scream, but on the other side of the parking lot. I looked at Scott who had his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Move! Move!' I heard a familiar voice. I looked to see Sheriff, his gun cocked as he walked around. What was it?

My eyes snapped to the sound of a screeching car, seeing it heading straight for Sheriff. Quickly, I ran over, pushing Sheriff out of the way, and the car, instead, hit me. I groaned as my head slammed the ground, the crack of one of my bones making me cry out.

  "Indigo!"

A blurry Melissa ran over, crouching next to me. She hurried me out from under the car, helping me stand up. I hissed as my ankle moved, notifying that it was the thing causing my pain.

"What? What hurts?" She quickly asked, her eyes traveling quickly all over me.

  "My-"

I was about to say my ankle, and as I looked down at it, I saw the bump, the swelling where I'd broken it-

Go away.

My eyes widened, and I slightly moved my ankle, not feeling the pain I did literally five seconds ago. I looked back up to Melissa, but she hadn't noticed. She was still waiting for me to answer.

"Uh- my, my head." I sighed, lifting up a hand to the side of my head that hit the asphalt. "My head."

  "Oh, sweetie." She cooed, looking where I hit my head. "Nothing too bad."

I nodded, smiling. I turned back around to see Sheriff standing up as he brush off his uniform.

  "Thank you, Indigo. You didn't have to do that." He smiled, walking over to me.

"And let Beacon Hill's finest get hurt?" I chuckled.

Sheriff chuckled along, giving an appreciative nod. "Stiles was right." And he began to walk away.

My eyebrows furrowed, and I walked after him. "Sheriff. Wh- what do you mean?"

Mr. Stilinski still held a small smile. "Stiles always talks about a girl that's smart and, really kind and beautiful. Now I know it's you."

My hopes had almost risen, until my eyes shut in defeat.

  "He was probably talking about Lydia." I sighed.

"Oh," Sheriff breathed out. "Maybe. Although, I don't really hear her name as much as I used to."

I gave him a small nod, before walking back to Melissa.

I looked at Scott, who had wide eyes pointed at Mr. Argent. I cocked an eyebrow, before seeing the animal lying dead in the parking lot. I recognized the gun in Argent's hand. He had that on him at a school conference?

  "C'mon, sweetie. You'll need rest before- do you want to go to school tomorrow?" Melissa asked, a genuine concerned expression on her face.

I thought about saying no, but I needed to tell Scott and Stiles about my ankle.

"Yeah." I slowly nodded. "Yeah, I'll go tomorrow."

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  "Oh, come on."

  "Still not talking to me?"

  "Indigo's fine! See, just... just a small little headache." Scott shrugged, as he tried to get Stiles to talk to him. Apparently, Stiles was pissed that Scott let me get hit by a car.

"You know I feel really bad about it, right?" Scott tried, and when Stiles still didn't turn around in his seat, he groaned.

  "Okay, what if I told you that I'm trying to figure this whole thing out, and that I went to Derek for help?"

  Stiles sighed. "If I was talking to you, I'd say that you're an idiot for trusting him. But obviously, I'm not talking to you."

"Oh come on." I groaned, catching both of their attention's. "Just make up. I have to tell you both something."

Stiles sighed and shook his head, before turning to Scott.

  "What did he say?"

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"He wants you to tap into your animal side and get angry?" Stiles scoffed as we walked down the hallway.

  "Yeah." Scott nodded.

"All right, well, correct me if I'm wrong, but every time you do that, you try to kill someone, and that someone's usually me or Indigo." Stiles reminded him, pointing at me and himself.

  "I know. That's what he means when he says he doesn't know if he can teach me. I have to be able to control it." Scott explains.

"Well, how's he gonna teach you to do that?" Stiles raised his eyebrows, stopping in the hallway.

  "I don't know." Scott shrugged.

"I don't think he does either." I scoffed.

  "Okay-" Stiles shrugged. "When are you seeing him again?"

"Just- told me not to talk about it. Just act normal and get through the day." Scott nodded.

  "When?" Stiles rolled his eyes.

"He's picking me up at the animal clinic after work." Scott told him.

  "After work.. Alright, well, that gives me to the end of the school day then." Stiles nodded.

"To do what, exactly?" I raised an eyebrow.

  "To teach-you-" He pointed at Scott. "Myself."

They both began walking off, until I scoffed. "Hello? Kind of had some important news?"

Stiles and Scott both stopped, and walked back, suddenly interested.

  "What happened?" Stiles asked.

"Look at my ankle." I said, lifting it up. I twisted it around, showing them.

  "Wh- why are we looking at your ankle?" Scott looked at me confused.

"When I got hit last night, it broke. It was swelling and everything. And, next thing I know, it's gone. No swelling, no broken ankle." I sighed, putting my foot back down.

  "Wait-" Stiles shook his head, looking totally confused. "It just- healed?"

I nodded, looking from Stiles to Scott. As if they had any idea what was going on.

"You're not- something- are you?" Scott asked, making me roll my eyes.

  "Don't you think I'd know?" I scoffed.

"What if you don't?" Stiles asked. "Like, Scott heals. Now you're healing. I'm not exactly an expert, but nobody naturally heals in seconds."

  "I know that..." I sighed. "But I don't wolf out like he does. I haven't tried to kill you."

"I'm working on it, okay?" Scott sighed.

  "Maybe- you're not a werewolf?" Stiles shrugged.

"Then what am I?"