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"Intervention"

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Oliver Sanchez was indeed, in a much better mood. 

 Why? Because he got detention. 

 Normal teenagers despise detention... think that it is a waste of time, and that if teachers are going to punish them it can happen during school hours. Ollie, however, enjoys being annoying. 

 "I knew I could get you in a better mood," Stiles smirked to himself. "I'm awesome." 

 "And modest." 

 "But still really awesome." 

Oliver rolled his eyes, although he was smiling, so Stiles considered it a win. His baseball bat was swinging loosely from his hand, and Scott had to dodge it to avoid being hit again. Oliver was slightly disgruntled that he didn't get to beat up the people who hurt his friend, but the pros outweighed the cons in this situation. 

 Still: He was the only one who got to beat up Scott McCall. 

"Admit it," Stiles poked his arm as they walked, careful to whisper, as their pissed off teacher was steps away. "Admit that I'm awesome. Admit it, admit it, admit it, admit it-" 

 Oliver let out a breathless laugh as Stiles poked his stomach, doubling over and almost running into the lockers. "The day I admit that will be the day that I die."

 "We both know the truth." 

 "Oh shut up." 

 As they rounded a corner, Oliver felt a hand grab his arm, and jumped, turning around and preparing to hit someone in the skull with his baseball bat. Instead, he just slightly deflated when he saw a familiar red head staring back at him. 

 He tried to keep walking, but her nails dug slightly into his skin, and she leaned over to whisper to him. "If you don't talk to me, I am gonna tell Nicole that the last time you took your meds was last October." 

 He was prepared to scoff and walk away, but then remembered that he had to be free if he was going to help Scott with his whole 'wolf problem', and couldn't afford to be grounded right now. So he huffed deeply and turned to catch Stiles's arm, yanking him back.

 "Jesus-" 

 "Can you cover for me?" He asked, and a grin spread across Stiles's face. "Depends-" 

 "You're awesome." 

 "Great!" Stiles patted Oliver's head, kissing his cheek and  calling out a "good luck, Curly!" Before taking off running down the hall to catch up with Scott. 

 Oliver turned to Katrin. "What?" 

 "That was rude." 

 "Sorry. Excuse me... what?" 

Katrin rolled her eyes, stomping off in the other direction with Oliver's arm still gripped  in her hand, forcing him to walk along beside her. She lead him all the way outside, to the point that Oliver thought she was going to stab him or something, before crossing her arms and flipping her hair over her shoulder. 

 Ollie glanced around, seeing that his cousin had cornered him where all of the school bus's park. "This is cozy." 

 "Shut the fuck up!" 

 Oliver took a discreet step backward, holding his baseball bat so it was in between him and his cousin. He knew that he had been an asshole recently, but he didn't know how to explain that he "saw the future" during their parent teacher meeting, and had to go make sure his best friend didn't get shot. 

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Katrin demanded, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes to a dangerous size. "You haven't even looked at me since the parent meeting when you had a frickin' seizure!" 

Oliver blanched. "Um... depends on how you define seizure."

Katrin rolled her eyes so aggressively that Ollie got a headache just looking at her. "You need to stop hanging out with Stiles so much."  

"You and I both know that will never happen." 

The girl huffed. "Seriously, Oliver, what's wrong?" 

 He tried for a laidback laugh, although it sounded more like he was being strangled. "Nothing's wrong, Kat." 

 "Then why are you always running around in the middle of the night and then show up the next day covered in bruises?" She raised an eyebrow, and Ollie furrowed his eyebrows, wondering how he could possibly be covered in bruises. He wasn't the one with the whole werewolf problem, he just had some sort of mental "psychic" thingy. 

Before Ollie could think of a retort, she leaned in closer. "Why were you throwing a bunch of lacrosse balls at Scott?"  

 Lucky for Ollie, he had an excuse prepared. "I hate-" 

 "-lacrosse." Katrin finished, leaning her weight onto one hip. "Don't pretend, Oliver, I saw you. I also saw you standing around while Scott got the shit beaten out of him behind the school..." She pursed her lips. "The last time someone even talked shit about Scott, you filled the guys locker with whipped cream and sprayed hairspray in his eyes." 

 Oliver blinked. "That... wasn't me."

 "Shut up!" She threw her arms in the air, making the Sanchez boy jump at the sudden raise of her voice. She lowered her voice, her glare making Oliver feel like she was staring directly into his soul. "Look, Sanchez, I know that you're tall, and brunet, and Spanish, and I'm short, ginger, and Scottish-" 

 "I don't like where this is going." 

 "-but we are still family now, whether you like it or not. We've been family since Nicole signed her name on your adoption papers, and I know you've never had a sister before, but you do now. And I am not the kind of person who will just sit back and let you be all sketchy, and druggy, because I actually give a shit about you!" 

 Oliver didn't know what to say. In an odd, roundabout way, that was probably one of the nicest things that Katrin has ever said to him. He contemplated telling her everything, telling her that he thinks he is going crazy, and that Scott might be some sort of odd mythical creature, and that Derek Hale has threatened to kill him multiple times, and especially that she might be eaten by an angry Alpha werewolf... Instead, he took a deep breath. 

 "I... things have just been really hard lately, and Stiles and Scott just kind of get how tough things are for me." He inhaled. "Look, Kat, you know I love you, and you know that I trust you more than I trust anyone else in the world. But now I need you to trust me." 

 Katrin tilted her head to the side ever so slightly, just her way of showing her cousin that she was listening. Oliver continued, his voice strained. 

 "You know I think of you as a sister, but don't you think that if I could tell you I would?" Her eyebrows pulled together slightly, but she didn't slap him, so Oliver thought it would be okay to keep talking. He mentally braced himself, squaring his shoulder and running a hand through his curls. "But I can't. Because it's not my secret to tell... sort of-" he winced, he couldn't tell Katrin about his weird fortune telling issue, because then he would have to explain the entire supernatural extravaganza. 

"So, for now, I can tell you for a fact that I am not on drugs... but that's it." 

 "Ollie-"

 "I'm sorry! Okay? I'm really sorry!"

 Which was true, but he turned to jog away before he could explain that to her. 

 And Katrin just watched him leave, her fists clenched so tightly that her nails cut open her palm. 

 A/N: 

THIS TOOK YEARS!!

I am so sorry this is so short, but I had to get something out to tide y'all over before the next update... I have been super in to writing my IT fic, so I am trying to dig myself back into the Ollie rabbit hole by watching a lot of Teen Wolf lol-

But yeah, cousin drama is DANGEROUS drama! What do you guys think of some ideas for Katrin in the future?

Thanks for reading, and have a great day!