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"Vivid" 

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"I'm going to climb over first, like it or not." 

"Hey," Scott grabbed Oliver's arm just as he was about to climb over the fence leading to the school bus. Apparently they listen to things that Derek Hale says now, because they were currently trespassing on school property because the older man told Scott that he had to go back to where the actual incident happened... Hey, Ollie was all for this, although he had to admit that he was slightly freaked out going to the place where a guy was fatally injured. 

 Not that he was scared, though. 

 Because he wasn't. 

 That doesn't mean that he didn't bring his baseball bat, because it was gripped tightly in his hands. 

 "I have to go. You stay here with Stiles." 

 Ollie twirled his bat. "Do you want me to hit you with my bat?" 

 "No." 

 "Good," he smiled, "I'm going first." 

But before he could, Stiles's hand darted out to grab his bicep, and he obediently stopped in his place. "Wait! But that means that I have to keep watch!" 

 Scott and Oliver regarded him with raised eyebrows, although it was the latter who spoke, and when he did, his voice was dripping with sarcasm. "No, Stilinski, my bat is going to keep watch." 

 Stiles huffed indignantly, crossing his arm as he addressed Scott. "Why is this beginning to feel like you're Batman, and I'm Robin." 

 Scott's eyebrows furrowed, "What?" 

 "I don't want to be Robin all the time!" 

 "Wait!" Oliver raised his bat above his head, "who am I, then? Because there's Batman, and then there's Robin, but who else is there?" 

 "Well you have a choice, you can be the British Butler, or The Joker."

 "Can I be The Joker? I like his fashion." 

 "Huh? Nobodies Batman or Robin!" Scott interjected once the conversation took a turn for the confusing. He paused, pursing his lips as he searched for the right words to use. "Or, uh, Joker." 

 Stiles looked awfully offended, as he gave his friend a pout-y look and sent the school bus a ejected look. "Not even some of the time." 

 "I'm out of here." Oliver decided that he has had enough of his friends, and turned to jump up on the fence, tossing Scott his bat before he began climbing it. He could hear Stiles yell out an exasperated "Oh my God!" Just as he reached the top and carefully hopped over the fence, landing on his feet in a way that should not have been so graceful, turning back to his friends with a smirk. "Bat, please!" 

 Scott rolled his eyes, tossing it over the fence as Stiles muttered a quiet "showoff" under his breath. Oliver caught the bat expertly in his hand, Scott scaling the fence in a matter of seconds and landing next to his friend, who smirked dryly. "You take up gymnastics or something?" 

 "No, I'm just that good." 

 The two boys began walking toward the bus as Stiles sulked behind them. Scott walked into the bus first, and Ollie followed close after him. 

 As soon as the Sanchez boy stepped into the vehicle, an intense rush of lightheaded-ness crashed over him, and he had to blink twice to avoid losing his balance. He cleared his throat, squeezing his eyes shut and running his hands through his hair. 

 He saw Scott standing completely still in front of him, and raked his eyes over the inside of the bus. The seats were ripped, and blood was smeared across seemingly every single surface in the entire bus, and when he touched the seat, the rush came over him again, and briefly- ever so briefly- he saw something. 

 He saw the hulking figure of some sort of animal, carving a sign onto what seemed like a car. It was so terrifyingly vivid that it seemed like he was there, hearing the screeching of the metal as some sort of  swirly symbol was carved into the hood. 

And just as fast as it began, it ended. Oliver's eyes flew open, although he didn't remember closing them. He gasped, sucking air back into his lungs and furiously whipping his head around. He saw the bus, he saw the blood, he saw Scott.... but he could have sworn he was somewhere else. 

"Mierda-" he muttered, feeling his knees shake and his stomach clench. Before he knew what he was doing, he turned to get the hell out of there, collapsing to his knees the second he was into the fresh air. He was shaking all over, but he couldn't understand why. What just happened? Did he just have some sort of insomnia-induced hallucination? Did he pass out? Why did it feel so real? 

 "Ollie?" Scott materialized next to his friend, kneeling down next to him and taking in his pale, sweaty face. "What happened?" 

 "I..." he didn't know what to say, so he swallowed deeply and ran a hand through his damp curls. "I... I saw something." 

 "What? What did you see?" Scott's head darted up, his eyes scanning their surroundings for any sign of danger. Oliver reached out his hand and grabbed the sleeve of his shirt, looking up so his wide eyes could meet Scott's. 

 "No, Scott, I saw-" 

 But before he was finished, the loud blaring of a horn made them both jump. Scott managed to help his still trembling friend to his feet, and together they ran as fast as they could, both with new revelations that could change their lives forever. 

 ***

 Oliver was lying on Stiles's bed, his eyes closed tight as he mulled over the events that happened previously. The vividness was already started to ebb away, but he could remember exactly what he saw. He could see the indent of the swirl, and couldn't help but wonder what it meant. Was it some sort of sign? Or a signal? He assumed that Derek would know, and had to resist the urge to track him down. 

 "Are you sure you're okay?" Stiles asked for the millionth time that minute, reaching out to poke Oliver's side with the baseball bat he was holding in his hand. "Did you have stroke?" 

 He paused. "Or an insomnia-induced seizure." 

 "I don't know," he said, his voice muffled by the arm that was slung over his face. He never wanted to move again, he just wanted to stay right where he was, and try to sleep for as long as it took for it to actually happen. It was funny, his not being able to sleep has never really bothered him until that specific moment... maybe because he just wanted to wake up and realize that all of this werewolf stuff was a dream. 

 "Can you even have an insomnia-induced seizure?" 

 "Probably." 

"You know what is good news? Scott is probably going to not kill us!" Stiles spun around in his chair, and Oliver could vividly picture his smile. "Yay for us, right? No death by Scott!" 

 "Yay-" 

 "Guys-" he heard Mr. Stilinski's voice come into focus as the door opened, but he didn't open his eyes. There was a period of time when the two Stilinski's were furiously mouthing things about Oliver to each other, the man worried that he was dead, and Stiles trying to assure him that he was fine. After a full minute, he cleared his throat. "I have to go down to the hospital for a bit."

 "Why?" 

 The man sighed at his son. "If you must know, the man that was attacked last night succumbed to his wounds, and I have to go analyze the body." 

 "Huh?" 

 The only sign of Oliver's interest was how he moved his hand from his face and opened his eyes so he was staring directly at the ceiling. He heard Stiles speak, and his tone was incredulously. "He... succumbed..." 

 "Yeah, don't wait up." 

 "We won't, bye-" he continued to drag out the syllable until his door shut. As soon as it did, he shot up from his seat and jumped over to Ollie, shaking him rapidly and making him groan. "Did you hear that? He died!" 

 "I'm not deaf, I'm just tired." 

 "We have to go and tell Scott!" He continued to shake Ollie until he slung his feet over the bed and allowed himself to be dragged to his feet. He slumped his forehead to rest on Stiles's shoulder, making the boy roll his eyes. "You know texting exists, right?" 

 "Come on!" 

 ***

 It took a lot of swearing and yelling, but eventually, the two boys managed to climb into Scott's bedroom. Everything after that was kind of muffled for Ollie, as he landed on the bed and immediately closed his eyes again. 

 However, when Stiles yelled in fear and grabbed Oliver's arm, he opened his eyes, only to see Melissa McCall standing there with a baseball bat clutched in her hands. She relaxed once she saw who it was. 

 "Seriously? Stiles, Oliver- what are you two doing here?" 

 "What are we doing?" Stiles repeated incredulously. "God, do either of you even play baseball?" 

 As soon as Scott walked in the room, he looked between his friends and his mom with confused painted clearly on his features. "What's going on?" 

 "Will you please tell your friends to use the front door!" 

 "But we lock the front door, they wouldn't be able to get in." 

 Melissa paused, contemplating how she should respond. "Do any of you care that there is a police informed curfew?" 

 They responded in unison. "No." 

 Ollie closed his eyes again, and tried to block out the conversation. He was scared to fall asleep, because he didn't know if he would have another weird vision-thing. Nevertheless, the words coming out of Stiles's mouth, as they faded to black and he fell into sleep for the first time in forever.