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"Happier"

***

"If Lydia ate a liver my faith in humanity has officially disappeared."

Stiles shot Ollie a look as the boys walked through the halls of school the next day. Apparently one of Stiles's talents consisted of evesdropping on his fathers buisness, so know he knew that at the site of a grave robbery, instead of jewellery being stolen, it was a liver. And assuming that it was Lydia who stole it... well, Ollie didn't think that she put it in a jewellery box. "I didn't say she ate it I just said it was missing." 

 "Yeah, well what else would she have done with it? Stuffed it in a little werewolf care package and shipped it off to Derek?" 

 Stiles rolled his eyes, crossing his arms defensively. "Even if she did eat it, so what? It's the most nutritious part of the body!" 

 Ollie tried to ignore the annoyed feeling bubbling in his stomach at Stiles's incessant need to defend the Martin girl, his tone sharper than he intended. "Yeah? Did you overhear that on one of your dad's phone calls too?" 

 Stiles shot the Hispanic boy a look, "looks like someone shouldn't stay up past their bedtime anymore." 

 Scott's voice cut off the boys, his eyebrows knitted together as a frown tugged at his lips. "I never ate anyones liver..." 

 "Yeah, 'cause when it comes to werewolves you're the perfect model of self control-" 

 Ollie yawned, running a hand through his messy hair. He would admit, he was in a bad mood today. Maybe it was from being threatened by Allison's douchey father for what feels like the millionth time, maybe it was because he really was tired, and wished that he didn't have to go to school so he could lay in bed all day. Whatever the case, Ollie was exhausted. And on days where his insomnia hits hard, he gets irritable. 

 "Actually, wait-" Stiles stopped walking, turning to Scott and lightly hitting his shoulder. "You're the test case for this, so we should be going over what happened to you." 

Scott side-eyed the boy. "What do you mean?" 

 "I mean like, what was going through your mind when you were turning! What were you drawn to?" 

 Scott shrugged, "Allison." 

 Stiles and Ollie shared an annoyed look. "Really? Nothing else? Seriously?"  

"Nothing else matters," Scott turned to Ollie, poking his shoulders right as the boy yawned. "But that's good, right? Because the night Lydia was bitten, she was with you." 

 Ollie blinked, "how is that good? I don't need a psycho werewolf chick trying to kidnap me or whatever you guys do!" His voice trailed off, realization striking him and making his eyes widen. If the wolves were drawn to the person they were with before they were bitten, that doesn't mean that Lydia would be drawn to him. "Oh no-" 

 "What?" 

 Ollie winced, glancing at Stiles. "I wasn't the person that Lydia was with before she was bitten, remember?" As the boy's eyes widened in realization, Ollie continued, turning to Scott. "Well, I mean I was with her, and then -" he paused, "something came up, so I left." 

 Scott shot him an incredulous look. "What came up?" 

 Ollie, just now realizing that Scott wasn't exactly one hundred percent filled in on the situation, turned to shoot Stiles a pointed look, who's cheeks flushed red as he chuckled nervously.

Scott's eyes drifted between the two for a few seconds, before his mouth dropped open and his eyes widened to the point that it looked painful, "what, oh my God -" 

 "So anyway!" Ollie cut in before Scott had a chance to continue, "I sort of -" he winced deeply, oh Katrin was going to kill him. "What is the actual probability of Lydia being like-" he gestured vaguely with his hands, "attracted to the person she was last with?" 

Scott shrugged, "I don't know." 

 "Okay, well what if that person happens to... look like her?" 

Scott gasped as the truth dawned on him, "no!" 

 "Yeah-"

 "Oh, she is going to murder you!" 

"Or she'll murder you for bringing this whole werewolf bullshit into our lives!" 

 "Or maybe she'll murder Stiles!" 

 "Why would she murder me?" 

 "Because you're the reason that Ollie wasn't there!" 

The boys all exhaled, sharing a similar expression of annoyance, although they were probably all directed at different things. For Ollie, he was annoyed at Scott for being bitten by a werewolf, triggering his response to the supernatural and turning him into a psychic, making a fucked up Alpha werewolf come to their school and attack Lydia, and thus paint him with the bullseye of Katrin's rage. Who knows? Maybe the girl will take it better than they think. 

 Stiles blinked, "I see Katrin." 

 Ollie immediately began walking away. "Shit, I'm late for Homeroom-" 

 "Yeah, and I have a biology test-" 

 The boys all muttered their own excuses, before dispersing and practically running in separate directions. 

 ***

"Sanchez, what the hell are you doing?" 

Ollie, who was really just minding his own buisness, turned to look at Finstock from the corner of his eyes. "Pull ups." 

 It's true, that was honestly what the boy was doing. He was making it his mission for the day to avoid having to talk to Katrin and tell her about the possibility that Lydia could be in love with her, so he was hiding in the boys locker room after lacrosse practice. He had taken off his shirt, because there was a tag that was making his side itch and was annoying, and had started testing if his new magical abilities gave him any enhanced athletiscm. 

 Finstock shot the boy a look that could have been disgusted or amused as sweat beaded on Oliver's forehead. "Why are you always here, Sanchez? You don't even play lacrosse!" 

 "I'm actually an anti lacrosse activist." He piped up, dropping down from the pull up bar and flexing his hands, shooting Coach a lopsided grin. "I believe that it is a bad sport and I am-" 

 "Seriously?" 

 "I'm hiding from my cousin." 

Finstock nodded, obviously satisfied with that answer as he turned away, raising his voice to address the whole locker room, as Ollie tried to rip the tag off of his shirt. "Alright, gather 'round! I have an announcement!" He gestured vaguely to Ollie, "Sanchez, put on a shirt!" 

 Ollie responded by shooting the older man a sarcastic look, scrunching up his nose as he leaned over to tear the tag from his shirt with his teeth, tugging it over his head and eyeing Finstock as Stiles came to stand next to him. 

 "The police are asking for help on a missing child advisory." He explained, holding a sheet of paper in his hands. "It's a sick girl, roaming around, totally naked." There were a few chuckles that drifted around the room at that, and Ollie rolled his eyes so intensely that it gave him a headache. "Now, it's supposed to get below forty degrees tonight. I don't know about you, but last time it was that cold, and I was running around naked... I lost a testicle to exposure!" 

 Ollie winced at that, wondering when Coach Finstock decided that he wanted to be a full time drama teacher, but didn't get to voice his concerns, as the man continued speaking.  

 "Now, I don't want the same thing to happen to some innocent girl. So police are organizing search parties for tonight." He held up the paper, "Sign up, find the missing girl, and you get an automatic A in all of my classes." 

 As a group of boys rushed forward to sign their names on the sheet, Stiles nudged Ollie's shoulder, successfully gaining the boy's attention. Stiles gestured with his head to the corner of the room, and Ollie followed his gaze to see that it was pinned on Jackson, who was leaning nonchulantly against the wall as if he didn't have a care in the world. 

 The two stood up and walked over to the boy, meeting up with Scott on the way. Ollie stared at Jackson for a few seconds, but the boy had his gaze stubbornly pinned to the floor, so he sighed and walked over, reaching over and flicking the top of his head. "Hey, dipshit-" 

 Jackson jumped, subconsciously taking a step back as he took in the sight in front of him. "Jesus! What the hell do you assholes want?" 

 "Well I want you to go jump off a bridge, but -" 

 Scott cut Ollie off. "Aren't you gonna sign up?" He asked, although they all knew the answer to that before Jackson even opened his mouth. 

 "If Lydia wants to take a naked hike in the woods, why should I care?" He demanded snidely, earning a scowl from Ollie. Damn, he really has zero respect for Jackson... he's the worst. 

Scott rolled his eyes impatiently. "Because we have a pretty good idea that she might be-" he paused, lowering his voice, "yanno... turning." 

 Jackson cocked an eyebrow. "Turning?" 

 "Yeah, turning!" 

 "Into..." 

 Stiles and Ollie shared a disblieving look, neither of the boys able to comprehend how annoying Jackson was being right now. Stiles was the one who spoke up. "A unicorn. What do think, dumbass?" 

 "Well... I think that if Lydia's turning, she's not the only one that's gonna need help." 

 Ollie gave Jackson an unimpressed look, crossing his arms. "We're not in the mood for you cryptic puzzles, Jackson, if you have something to say just say it." 

A smirk tugged on Jackson's face. 

 "You've got it all backwards, Sanchez. Why don't you just look into your crystal ball and figure it out? I don't have time for this." 

 "Well I was plenty of time to beat you to death with a lacrosse stick, so why don't you just use your big kid voice and spit it out?" 

 A small smirk appeared on Jackson's face. "What I'm saying is, you should have seen the scratch marks she left on me when we were together... what do you think she's gonna do with a real set of claws?" 

 ***

"Okay, it's causing me severe mental anguish to say this, but he's right." 

 Ollie, who was in his chemistry seat next to Scott, snapped his pencil in half, before cursing at the fact that he snapped his pencil in half and moving it to the side of his desk. He turned around to look at Stiles, gritting his teeth together. "Yeah." 

 "What if the next body part she steals is from someone who is still alive?" 

 "Mr. Stilinski, this is a pop quiz! If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career." 

 Ollie rolled his eyes, not really in the mood to hear Harris's voice, grabbed a new pencil and began furiously sharpening it. Words could not describe how much Oliver hates Jackson Whittemore. The boy is just downright disrespectful, and one of these days, Ollie is going to fill his expensive car full of live and very angry bees. 

 Stiles blinked innocently. "Can you do that?" 

 "There it is again," Harris exclaimed in his usual monotone tone. "Your voice - triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently. I'll see you at three O'clock for detention."  

 Ollie grumbled under his breath, his mood dampening. And now his emotional support person had detention, why did Harris have to be such a dick? 

"What was that, Mr. Sanchez?" 

 Ollie shot the man an annoyed look, "I didn't say anything." 

 "Tell me, Sanchez, do you want to join Stilinski in detention." 

 Ollie opened his mouth to retort, but the man cut him off before he could. 

 "Great, I'll see you in detention." 

 "What?" Ollie demanded, his mouth dropping open as his eyebrows flew up on his face. "I literally didn't even talk! What are you on?" 

 A flurry of laughter spread throughout the classroom at that, as Harris fixated Ollie with a glare. "See you at three." 

The Sanchez boy sat down, practically seething with anger as he snapped the other pencil in his hand. As Jackson ran from the classroom, Stiles used the distraction as an opportunity to lean over, tapping Ollie's shoulder and lowering his voice to a whisper. 

 "Who know, maybe detention can be fun." He said, careful to make sure that their teacher from hell wasn't looking at them. "Harris might leave us alone."

 And for the first time that day, Ollie grinned. 

 ***

Yeah, detention wasn't fun. And right after, Ollie went home. 

Unfortunately for him, home meant Katrin. 

 In his defense, he didn't know that Katrin was going to be at his house. In fact, he thought that no one was even home, since Nicole was at the hopsital until late that night. 

 "Hello," He smiled, bending down to pet Simba, "how are you doing?" 

 Surprisingly, the cat didn't answer him. So Ollie just scooped it up in his arms and walked up the stairs. However, when he got to his bedroom and pushed the door open, he was not expecting to see someone sitting on his bed. 

 "Holy shit!" He yelled, jumping about a million feet in the air and accidentally dropping Simba, who shot him an annnoyed look as he scrambled away. 

 "Holy shit is right, fucker!" Katrin slammed her hands against the soft material of the mattress, her eyes narrowed as Ollie placed a hand over his heart that was beating erratically from his little jump scare. "Why have you been avoiding me all day?" 

 Ollie grimaced, anxiously tugging at his curls. "Okay-" he let his voice trail off as he walked over to sit next to the redhead, who pulled her hair over her shoulder and pursed her lips as he spoke. "So, we kind of came to a... realization about Lydia." 

 "Oh?" Katrin cocked one of her perfect eyebrows, "what?" 

 "Well..." Ollie's voice was an octave higher than it usually was, as he cleared his throat and continued. "You know how Scott is all annoying about Allison, because of some like... werewolf connection thingy?" 

 "Yeah, we was insufferable."

 "I'm glad you think that. Because we have this theory that since you were the last person who was really with Lydia, and since you were with her in her hospital room..." 

 Katrin paused for a moment, processing his words. After a few seconds, she shot up from her seat, whirling on Ollie with a sharp glare on her pretty face. 

"Oliver Lorenzo-" 

Ollie shot the girl an unimpressed look. "I though we discussed how you are never to address me using my middle name."

 "-I am going to kill you!" 

"Yeah, which is why I have been avoiding you all day!" 

Katrin rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she pursed her lips. She seemed as if a million thoughts were running through her head, as she kept glancing up at the ceiling. Ollie's eyebrows pinched together. In all honesty, he was expecting more of an angry reaction from the girl, this seemed tame. But like, in a misleading way. Like when you're standing directly in the eye of a hurricane. 

He probably should have kept his mouth shut, but he slowly spoke. "You... don't seem mad."  

 Katrin held out a hand, "I don't care about Lydia Martin." 

 "I-I never said-" he let his voice die with a sigh, not really in the mood to argue with Katrin right now. 

 Thankfully, she spoke up again. "But like, do we even know if she's a werewolf? Because we haven't seen her since she ran away all naked in the forest." She ran a hand through her hair, nervously fiddling with the ends. "I think that we should find her before we make any assumptions."

 Ollie nodded at that surprisingly insightful answer. Before he could say anything, Katrin turned to him, pointing a finger at him as if she could read his mind. "I don't like Lydia." 

 He smirked. "I never said you did." 

 "Good." Her cheeks were beginning to turn pink. "Because... you like Stiles!" 

 "Everyone knows that! We've been dating for-" 

"Shut up!" 

Ollie burst into laughter, before a ding of his phone caught his attention. 

Mieczyslaw:

change my contact name 

Mieczyslaw:

or at least add like a heart next to it or something

Ollie-Pop:

no <3 what did scott do?

Mieczyslaw:

fuck you <3

Mieczyslaw:

and scott didn't do anything

Ollie Pop:

what did you do?

Mieczyslaw:

touche. 

Mieczyslaw:

we think we might know where lydia is, there was this
thing about an ambulance crash.

Ollie glanced over at Katrin, raising an eyebrow. 

 "Want to go for a ride?" 

***

It was dark out by the time they found the ambulance, and for once, Ollie wasn't even tired. Maybe it was because ambulances kind of gave him PTSD, maybe it was just because he was so damn hopeful that Lydia wasn't dead... or, you know, wolfie. 

"What kept you from doing that?" Ollie mused, staring at the ambulance. He couldn't see it very clearly, but according to Stiles's very lengthy description, it was full of blood. Katrin nodded in agreement, visibly swallowing. "Was it Allison?" 

 Scott winced, glancing at Katrin. "I hope so." 

 "Do you need to get closer?" Stiles asked, although Scott just continued to shake his head. 

 "No, I got it." He rose as if he was going to walk away, but Katrin jumped up, following him a few steps away. 

"Scott!" 

 Ollie and Stiles immediately shared a look, neither of them knowing exactly how this interaction would do. Katrin clasped her hands in front of her, resting a hand on Scott's shoulder. "Ollie told me about the whole Lydia thing, and under different circumstances, I would have murdered you." 

 The boy nodded his understanding. 

 "But because Lydia is missing, I just need you to find her. Not because I care, but because if Lydia was gone, then my main reason for being a bitch would be gone. And I love being a bitch, Scotty. You got that?" 

 Scott blinked, "uh, yeah." 

 "Good. Now-" She unzipped her purse, pulling out an object that made Ollie groan and rest his forehead on Stiles's shoulder. 

 "-You find someone trying to hurt her, you shoot it with this crossbow." 

 Scott eyed the weapon cautiously, an expression of confusion plastered on his face. "Um, I don't think I'll need this-" 

 "Take it or I break you." 

 "Okay!" He grabbed the crossbow with a grin at the girl and a salute, "See you, boss." 

 A smile crept onto Katrin's face. "Yeah, bye dork." 

 "Stiles! Is that you?" 

 "Oh shit!" Stiles exclaimed, gesturing for Scott to run as he dragged Ollie to his feet, turning to look back to the ambulance, where a man was staring at them. He grabbed Ollie's hand, gesturing for Katrin to follow them as they walked towards the light. 

 The Sheriff did not look impressed. He fixated his son with a glare as he ushered the kids through the crime scene, rounding on them with his arms crossed and his nostrils flared. 

 "Where the hell have you been?" He demanded, squinting at Stiles like he was staring directly into his soul, the boy shifting uncomfortably in his place. 

 "Uh, I went to... get Ollie." 

 "Why?" 

 "Because I like having him around!" 

 The Sheriff rolled his eyes as Ollie literally fought with himself to not break out into a smile. Katrin caught the expression on his face and shot him an over-dramatic kissy-face, earning a slap on the arm and a glare. 

 Before the Sheriff could get too angry at the kids, Stiles seemed to have caught sight of something, as his mouth dropped open into a perfect 'o'. "Lydia?" 

Ollie whipped his head in the other direction, his eyes practically bugging from their sockets as he took in the scene in front of him. 

 It was Lydia. That much was definant. She was standing there, her hair wild and messy as she shook from top to bottom, trembling like a leaf on a tree. Once Ollie came to his senses, he averted his eyes, his face flushing at the fact that Lydia was indeed, totally naked. 

 "Well?" She spoke, spreading her arms out. 

 "Is anyone going to get me a coat?" 

A/N:

THIS IS SO LONG I'M HONESTLY PROUD!!

i had to get this out today, because tomorrow i am leaving for vacation (i'm going to bc!!) , so there will be no more updates for ten days!! i'll be planning though, lol, and will start writing as soon as i get home!! this story owns me <3 

since i'm gonna be gone for so long, i want to read a lot of comments, so just comment here any fun headcanons//little scenes you think of for this story! it doesn't have to even be something that can happen, i just want to hear your ideas!

for example, i have a headcanon that stiles steals ollie's hoodies -

i love you all so much!! what do you think of the progression in lydia and katrin's relationships?? any ideas//predictions??

much love,