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"Spiders"

***

"Hey Kat, what's up?" 

The redhead jumped as Ollie leaned against the row of lockers, a strained smile on his face as his heart beat a million times a minute. He felt like a felon - a stupid one at that, who walked into a crowded high school after parttaking in a literal kidnapping scheme. 

 Katrin could obviously since the nerves prominent on the boy's face, as she narrowed her eyes and shut her locker with a loud slam, "what did you do?" 

 Ollie laughed nervously, glancing around to make sure that no one was listening in on their conversation. "What? I didn't do anything, what a silly thing to assume. Uh-" He lowered his voice, leaning forward so that they were almost touching. When he spoke, his words were slurred together, and his cheeks flushed red. "Secuestramos a Jackson y ahora está escondido en una camioneta en el bosque por favor ayúdanos."

Katrin rolled her eyes, "dude, my Spanish is not that good. Just tell me what happened and I can give you the probability that you'll be arrested because of it..." her voice trailed off, her nose scrunching up as she mulled over his previous words. "All I got from that was 'Jackson', 'van', and..." her eyes flew up, as did her fist as she reached over to punch his shoulder. "You kidnapped Jackson?" 

 "Shh!" He clamped a hand over her mouth, looking around and realizing in that exact moment that he was not cut out to be a felon. He removed his hand and resumed tapping it against his thigh, "there may or may not have been some minor kidnapping that took place, but we had to think of a way to keep him from literally murdering anymore people!" 

Katrin groaned, balling her hands into fists and rubbing her eyes. "Oliver Lorenzo Sanchez, I swear to god that you three have not a single functioning braincell when I'm not around. And to make it better-" she looked up at him, and he noticed that black mascara was now slightly smudged along her eyelids, "guess who's substituting?" 

 "Please tell me it isn't someone who has tried to kill me before." 

 "I mean, she did take part in involuntarily breaking your ribs, but I'm at least ninety percent sure that those two guys were on cocaine," she bit her lip and exhaled harshly. "It's Allison's mom. Mrs. Argent." 

 "What?" 

 "Oh shit!" Ollie jumped, smacking a hand over his chest as Allison suddenly popped up in their vicinity. She shot him an apologetic smile, fiddling with the zipper of her jacket. 

 "Sorry, but we have a really big problem." She gestured for the two to follow her, and Ollie eagerly obliged as Katrin struggled to get her arm through the sleeve of her jacket. Allison began talking as they walked, keeping her gaze ahead. "First of all, they know about Jackson. Second of all, there are cameras watching me at every single angle to make sure that I have nothing to do with Scott." 

 "Yeah, well hate to break it to you, Ally-" Ollie adjusted the cuff of his jacket, "but I don't think your parents like me all that much."  

 "Well, they want me to keep an eye on Lydia," she explained, holding the door open as they exited the school and re-entered the crisp air. "And you two are friends." 

 "We're not friends," Katrin announced, pulling her hair out of her jacket and allowing it to tumble over her shoulders. Her green eyes drifted over the two as her lips pursed, "I just thought I should make that clear." 

 A disbelieving look passed over Allison's face, "well, my mom doesn't need to know that." 

 Ollie shot Katrin a look as the raven-haired girl turned around, and the redhead glared at him in response. "Shut up." 

 "I didn't even say anything."

"Well then stop making that annoying face," the girl scowled, "and start praying that we get out of this without going to prison." 

 ***

Stiles nearly had a heartattack when Ollie pulled open the door to the van, but he didn't really care all that much. He walked right over to Jackson, narrowing his eyes and speaking in a rushed tone. "Let me get something straight here, you can threaten to arrest us all you want, but if it actually works and I do go to jail... I will break out just to kill you!"

 "Oh my god!" Stiles exclaimed, grabbed onto Ollie's arm to pull him back. Shooting his boyfriend an annoyed look, Stiles rolled his eyes. "Seriously, Ols? You're just gonna threaten the guy that we just kidnapped?" 

 "We only kidnapped him so that he would stop murdering people," he shot back, "that asshole should be thanking us. You know, for making sure he didn't murder his best friend."

 "I have no idea what you're talking about, Sanchez." Jackson narrowed his eyes, "I think you need to go to sleep."

 "Hey! Only I get to bully myself for my insomnia you dumb-" 

 "We have to go," Allison said from the ground, as Katrin rubbed her arms and shivered. It wasn't even that cold out, but Ollie was well-aware of his cousin's low tolerance to the lower temperatures. "They know." 

 "What?" Stiles demanded, his eyes flying open as Allison glanced over her shoulder. 

 "They know Jackson's missing."

"No," Stiles shook his head defiantly with a small scoff, "they can't know, I've been texting them since last night." 

"My grandfather told me that his parents went to the police... they know."

"And I'm too hot to rot in a jail cell," Ollie leaned back, slouching as he crossed his arms over his stomach. He was met with a bunch of miffed looks, so he just shrugged, "don't act like it's not true. Plus, oh god-" he sat up straighter, his eyes widening, "who's gonna feed Simba if I go to jail?"

 Stiles sighed, reaching over to pat his leg, "it'll be fine, we won't go to jail."  

 Jackson opened his mouth to say something, so Ollie reared his foot back and kicked him harshly in the knee. The shirtless boy jerked forward, but the cuffs secured tightly around his wrists prevented him from being able to do any real damage. Ollie poked Stiles' shoulder, so the boy turned to slide out of the van, Ollie following; not before shooting Jackson an annoyed middle finger. 

 Stiles immediately bee-lined for the front seat of the van, as Katrin turned to point at Ollie. "Just so you know, if needed I will immediately sell you out if the police question us." 

 Ollie knew that wasn't true, but he didn't want to decrease the girl's mood; so he just nodded and ruffled his messy hair. 

"Alright-" Stiles rounded the corner, clapping his hands together as his pale cheeks flushed pink. "We have a problem... a really, really big one. Ols, hold this-" He shoved a phone into his hands, earning a perplexed look. 

 "What the hell is this?" 

 "It's Jackson's phone." 

 "Dude!" Ollie immediately dropped the small device onto the forest floor, stepping away as if it was going to explode at any second. "Uncool! Now my fingerprints are all over it!" 

 Stiles rose an eyebrow, "I'm sorry, did you just call me 'dude'?" 

 "You guys are both morons," Katrin deadpanned, reaching down to pick up the phone, she held it with her fingers covered by the sleeves of her jacket, and carefully rubbed the entire surface clean. Ollie mentally prayed that it smudged all of the fingerprints, as she tossed it away.

 "Come on, let's get out of here." She said, climbing into the drivers seat of the van. Ollie paused, before running to get the other front seat. He buckled up his seatbelt, beginning to feel sick from the erratic beating of his heart. He didn't want to go to jail - that was obvious - but the real fear was stemming from just how real all of this was becoming. 

 He clenched his fists to keep his hands from shaking, turning to Katrin. "Where are we going?" 

 Her expression was grim, as was her tone as she took a deep breath in. She twisted the keys as she exhaled, glancing at him through a thin veil of red hair. 

 "Somewhere very far from here."

 ***

They ended up staying in the woods, but drove a solid thirty minutes away from their initial location. Stiles must have texted Scott; since Allison's overbearing parents were monitoring her texts, and Ollie still didn't have a phone due to the whole 'Stiles throwing it into a pool' incident. The boy seemed awfully composed, as Ollie felt his entire body seize with anxiety. He was never really professionally diagnosed with anxiety, although he had been to court-mandated therapy after his parents died. It was an odd thought; all of Ollie's memories from before the car accident were muddled; like they had been a dream... but he was nearly certain he didn't have anxiety until afterwards. It made a lot of sense, and now it was beginning to come out in an incredibly prominent manner. 

 Ollie felt like there were spiders crawling around in his chest; making it difficult to breathe and sending sharp shots of pain up and down his stomach. Luckily, he had perfected his resting bitch face, so he was pretty sure no one could notice how he was internally freaking out.

"If Jackson doesn't remember being the kanima, he's definitely not going to remember stealing Danny's tablet." Scott said, staring out at the view of Beacon Hills, the wind ruffling his hair. He looked like the protagonist in some sort of superhero movie; while Ollie felt like the one character who was seconds away from snapping and going on a murder spree. 

 "Why would he steal the thing if he doesn't even know what's on it?" Stiles piped up, and Allison shrugged. 

 "Maybe someone else took it."

"Then someone else knows what he is." 

 Scott nodded, his eyebrows furrowing. "Which could mean that someone is protecting him."

"Like the Bestiary says... 'a kanima seeks a friend'."

 "Okay, let's back the train up a bit," Katrin announced, crossing her arms as Ollie continued to stare at a rock on the ground; trying to remember breathing techniques that his old therapist taught him. Unfortunately, he could barely remember what he ate for breakfast this morning; much less a lesson taught to him two and a half years ago. The girl continued, the brash tone of her voice actually easing Ollie's state of mind in the slightest. "What you're saying is that someone took a video of Jackson turning into a sociopathic, homicidal lizard man... and then just - what, edited it? Why would they want him to think that nothing happened?" 

 Ollie finally spoke up, and his voice was hoarse, "and who would do that?" 

 It fell silent as everyone turned to stare at him. He looked up, pursing his lips as he took in the concerned expression on his friend's faces. "What?"

 "You don't look so good," Stiles began, taking a step forward. 

 Ollie tried his best for a smile, "ouch."

 "You know what I mean... are you alright?" 

 "Yes, I'm fine," he averted his gaze again, turning around and walking towards the van. "I'm gonna see if I can see something, maybe I can figure out who's protecting him, or whatever." 

 Nobody tried to stop him - thank god for that - so he pulled open the door of the van and stepped inside. Jackson didn't move as Ollie slid into the seat facing him, he just continued to stare at his hands. Ollie didn't say anything for a minute, he just exhaled sharply and ran a hand over his face. "Sorry about threatening you, it's my defensive mechanism." 

 Jackson didn't say anything, so Ollie nodded; leaning his head back to look at the metal ceiling. He liked to imagine that he was a relatively composed person, but he knew that it was the opposite. He was only composed around people who he had to put a brave face around. Was Jackson one of those people? Well... yes. Yes we was. And Ollie was determined for his abilities to hold some sort of significance in this situation. 

 He reached over and gently tapped the side of Jackson's face, succeeding in making the boy jerk his head up with a scowl. "What are you doing?" 

 "Stop squirming!" Ollie snapped, tapping the side of his neck this time, only to scowl when he got nothing. He huffed indignantly, leaning back in his seat as Jackson glowered at him. 

 "Sanchez, you are a whole other breed of messed up." 

 "Coming from the homicidal lizard boy, that means a lot." He shot back with a sarcastic grin, before exhaling sharply and crossed his arms tight enough around himself that some of the churning pain in his stomach diminished. 

 Neither of them said anything for a second, the two staring each other down. Finally, Ollie sighed, and softened his expression. "Fine, you know how I can occasionally see the future and such?" 

 Jackson nodded stiffly, so Ollie continued. "Well, it's triggered through physical contact, and I figured that I may as well try and figure out if you really are going to kill anyone else in the near future."  

 Jackson rolled his eyes, "you're ridiculous, Sanchez. And the only thing you'll see in my future is my father arresting your ass." 

 "I feel like I'd see me punching you again-" 

 Ollie bit his lip, huffing in annoyance as he realized he had circled back into the whole 'threatening' demeanor. He averted his gaze, feeling the hot rush of blood that came with his brief moment of anger rush over the spiders in his chest. He didn't get why he was acting like this -- after all, he was supposed to be the brave one. He was supposed to be the one who wasn't afraid of anything, the one who assured everyone else that it was going to be alright. So why did he feel like he was standing on top of a cliff, staring down at the dizzying ground miles below... as if he was rooted in place and just waiting for a gust of wind to make him loose his balance. 

He knew his fears were rooted in his need to make everyone around him proud. He didn't want to have to see the expression on Nicole's face -- or on Sheriff Stilinski's. He didn't want to imagine what his birth parents would think of him either, despite the deep-rooted knowledge that what they were doing was in the right.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when a flash of movement caught his eyes. He didn't even notice that he was looking at Jackson's hands; he was too lost in thought to see anything. But as his mind cleared, he saw the shift on the boy's pale skin... a ripple effect; like when you through a pebble into a lake. 

 Scales. Scales were beginning to erupt on the skin. Dark, toughened scales that solidified as Jackson clenched his fists. The boy darted his head up, his face suddenly the epitome of fearfulness as his eyes bore into Ollie's. "Sanchez-" 

 Ollie didn't have time to say anything. He jerked foward, brushing his hand against the rigid skin. He felt it then -- the ever-so familiar rush of lightheadness that settled over him as his eyes glazed over. 

 This time, his vision was more realistic... almost like it was a dream. He found himself standing in the middle of a room encased by stones; one that was only familiar to him because of all the times he spent there hanging out with Stiles after school. The police station. 

 And staring at him, was the kanima. But that wasn't what he was focusing on, as his eyes were glued on the figure standing behind it. It was a boy, that was sure, and based off of his stature, he appeared to be no older than Ollie. 

 He couldn't see any distinguishable features, and his vision began to blur as the shadowy figure jerked forward. 

 Then something weird happened. 

 Ollie registered pain. Pain that dug deep into his leg that seemed to cut into his stomach and seemed to embed itself into his blood. He felt his vision darken, pain still resonating through his limb as if he had really been hurt. 

 He didn't realize he was screaming until Stiles shook him back to the present. 

 "Hey, hey!" The boy shouted as Ollie gasped. He was doubled over, his hand pressed to his stomach and his throat raw as if he had been yelling for a long time. Stiles grabbed onto his arms as Scott shouted something that Ollie couldn't hear through the blood rushing through his ears. 

 Hands guided him outside, and he stumbled as he exited the van, his arm still wrapped around his stomach as phantom pain punctured his limbs. His free hand curled around the leaves littering the ground as Stiles tripped over his feet in an effort to grab onto his arms. 

 His face floated in his vision, and Ollie closed his eyes and shook his head, re-opening them to try and get his vision to focus. The pain was beginning to ebb, but he felt sweat bead on his neck as if it was real.  

 "Ollie? What happened?" Stiles demanded, moving his hand to cup his face, running his thumb over his cheek as Ollie took a shuddering breath. 

 Katrin knelt by his side, gently putting a hand on his shoulder, "it's his leg," she said it as if it was an obvious fact, but her touch was soft as she lowered her voice. "Ollie, let me see," 

 The boy could barely hear what she was saying, but felt it as she pressed her hand to his thigh, the pressure doing nothing to alleviate the cutting pain through his leg that kept trying to dig itself deeper. 

 But there was nothing there. His tan skin was untainted; and there was no trace of injury as he pulled his hand away, not even noticing as Katrin and Stiles shared a look. 

 His voice was shaky - breathless, even, when he spoke. And he did so with a short breath, trying to keep himself together. 

 "Someone please take me home."

 ***

"I don't understand what happened," Ollie stressed, leaning his head into his hands as he sat on Stiles' bed. He had discarded his shirt, and kept staring down at his legs, at any moment, as if a magical wound was going to open and give him something else to worry about. "I've never had a vision like that before... it just felt so real."

"Maybe it's because you were freaking out a little," Stiles shrugged, sitting down next to Ollie and handing him a glass of water. "You know, you were stressed." 

 "Stilinski, I'm always stressed," he said, turning to look at the boy with a concerned look in his dark eyes. "And that's what worried me. It felt like it was actually happening -- not to mention that it will happen."

 "Okay, well I think that what you actually need right now is to go to sleep," he said, earning an annoyed look that he responded to with a scoff. "Seriously! You know that lack of sleep can actually cause hallucinations... right?" 

 "I'm not crazy," Ollie shot back, scowling. "I know what I saw, and I know what I felt. And I know what an insomnia-induced hallucination feels like, and it's not like that at all." 

 Stiles stared at him for a moment, "okay, you need to go to sleep. C'mere-" he hopped onto his bed, laying back on his pillow and patting the spot next to him. Ollie rose an eyebrow, so Stiles mimicked his look with a small laugh. "What?" 

 "Don't you think I should sleep at my own house?" 

 "No, because I know that you won't," was the response, and Ollie frowned as he realized that he was right. "Now come here, big baby, I'm cold." 

 Ollie couldn't help but smile at that, sighing in slight exasperation as he crawled over to lay next to Stiles. He wrapped his arms around his middle, resting his head on his chest so that he could listen to his heartbeat. Stiles gently ran his fingers through Ollie's hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. 

 "There, now try and get some sleep. Don't worry about Jackson, Kat's going back over there now to make sure everything's okay." 

 Ollie didn't respond, partially because his face was smushed by Stiles' chest, and partially because he could feel himself growing tired, and he didn't want to disrupt it. 

 And despite his nerves, it was no surprise when he fell asleep within minutes. 

A/N:

they're so cute someone slap me in the face.

also I HAVE SOME SHIT PLANNED HEHEHEHE, i'm not sure if i'll do this ~big thing~ in season two or season three, but it certainly will happen and it will be interesting asf! that's for ollie, and it will be sad but whatever i have no soul anyway, but i also have some shit planned for katrin!

hold on to your sombreros, folks, shits about to go down.

i am so excited to write seaosn 3b and season 4, i was watching it and all i can think of is ollie being liam's bad influence lmaoo- scott and stiles are his parents and ollie is the chaotic big brother who encourages bad behavior. 

so if any of you want to talk to me about that, please do! and tell me what you think are my ~big ideas~ for ollie and kat!

and i published a new apply fic! it is inspired by fear street, and if you want to check it out that would be legit!

i also have been writing a lot of my scott mccall fic, because scott is the love of my life and i am obsessed with him <3 y'all should go read that to, my oc is a bad bitch and i feel like you would like her!

i have been diving more deeply into ollie and his actual anxiety, because it is a big part of his character development. i am basing this off of my own experience with anxiety, but i am very aware that it is different for everyone. also, i am obsessed with making those texpost-style memes, so if i randomly put a punch into future authors notes, don't judge me <3

thank you for reading, and i love you all!