"It's not broken, just bruised. What happened?" Melissa questioned Stiles, while letting go of his hand. Currently we are both sitting in the hospital for Stiles' hand, thankfully Melissa rushed over to help him the moment we walked in the door.

"Uh, the wall." Stiles lied, with a very unconvincing look. I sighed and rolled my eyes before turning to Melissa, I mean if the dudes gonna lie he has to make it a little believable.

"He punched Scott." I stated simply, with a shrug. I could feel a frown making its way onto my face again. It feels like lately all I do is frown and cry, I hate it. I miss smiling and being happy all the time. I used to be such a giddy person...I don't know what happened.

Melissa's brows furrowed. "You punched Scott? Why would you punch him?" Before Stiles could speak up and tell a bad lie, I answered her question.

"Scott's gonna talk to you about that later. It's not really our place to tell you, I don't think..." I mumbled out. This is Scott's mom, he needs to tell her—not me. It wouldn't be fair to him if I just spilled the beans before he even got the chance.

Melissa nodded before sighing and shaking her head. "Alright, well. Both of you should get home, and Stiles? No more punching walls." She gave him a pointed look before leaving the area, shutting the curtain behind her.

"Yeah-uh, wasn't planning on it!" Stiles called after her. I turned to him a sighed. "You're lucky it's not broken." I said, looking over his bruised knuckles; wincing slightly at the purple color that had begun to form.

Stiles rolled his eyes a little. "I'm still mad at Scott." He pointed out while standing from the bed. Of course he's still mad at him, I honestly didn't expect anything less but, he did punch the guy...the least he could do is shorten the amount of time he spends angry. Right?

I followed my brother out to the Jeep, neither of us spoke a word. We sort of had a mutual need for silence in that moment, and I'm glad we were both on the same page on that. I really didn't want to talk right then, I mean I already have enough going on with school and work and Scott..

Oh, I'm probably grounded too. Great, just great...I swear, I'm never letting Scott sneak into my room again--unless there is a guarantee that no one will be home of course. But, other than that...I'm not doing it. I'm already humiliated enough to last a lifetime.

I sat behind the steering wheel, allowing my eyes to fall to my lap. I felt a weird sensation overcome me, it felt like I was slowly getting more and more light headed before darkness clouded my vision; and instantly I was no longer in the truck.

I could see again, only I wasn't in control of any of my movements, it was like I wasn't there--just seeing it through my own eyes. Or, at least I think it's my own eyes.

I was sitting at a metal table, across from Stiles. He looked different, not like himself. He had dark purple bags under his eyes and he looked so tired. I looked over him with a sad feeling in my chest that I can't understand.

My brother was wearing pajamas; a grey t-shirt and grey sweatpants. He never wears pajamas outside the house, so why is he wearing them here? Where ever here is... My eyes drifted from him to around the room.

The room was smaller, and too clean looking. The walls were white and blank, only one of them had a metal door that was painted a light grey.

I could hear my voice, echoing around my head. "How are you feeling?" My eyes tried to meet his, but failed as they fell down to where my lap should be. Although, instead of a lap, all I could see was a belly. Oh my god, will I actually get that big? I mean, it's not as big as the women at the doctor's office but...still.

"Tired. I still haven't been sleeping. There's something going on here, Tori. I know it." He leaned forward on the table and my eyes snapped to his, the sadness inside me grew, for some unknown reason.

"Stiles, maybe you just haven't gotten used to being here yet?" I asked. Our voices echoed, which was strange and annoying to me. What's happening? "NO, there's something going on. I've seen things...heard things-"

My voice cut over him without my permission. What's wrong with my brother? Why am I here with him? "Stiles! I need you to get better, okay? I don't know what's wrong with you but it's really starting to scare me." I felt pain in my lip as I bit into it, hard. "Ever since you went in the ice...you've been a different person."

My eyes drifted to the table, but the table was gone. I now was standing on cement and I could feel pain in my feet. My feet hurt so bad. I looked up and saw Stiles, only he wasn't him...his eyes were dark and his face pale.

I stepped back, away from him, only he stepped forward. I'm not sure why he stepped forward but, he did. And it wasn't in a kind way, it scared me. I could feel fear building inside me; fear and worry.

Something in me told me that he wasn't my brother anymore, just a shell of who he used to be. "Stiles, please don't do this." Tears were streaming down my face, and my arms cradled my stomach protectively.

"Wake up! Just wake up!" My voice was hoarse and broken. His face grew, into a cold and dark smile. His lips moved to form words but, a ringing filled my ears as he stepped towards me again.

I didn't know what was happening, but before I knew it; Stiles thrust forward quickly. Pain shot through my abdomen, causing my knees to feel weak as I looked down in horror. Blood was beginning to ooze out around the black arrow.

Only one thought left my mind in that moment, and it surprised me. I didn't think about how I might die, or how I was just shot with an arrow. The thought that overcame me was the fear that the arrow potentially killed the two people I care about more than anything.

I felt anguish beyond the pain in my abdomen, it was a physical and mental pain that coursed through me making me feel like life itself was ending. I've never felt such a pain. I never want to feel that kind of pain again.

"Victoria!!" Scotts voice echoed loudly as darkness swallowed me.

As quickly the vision began, it was gone. I was now back in the truck. My hands began to ache and I let my eyes fall to them. My knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel so hard. I felt my heart racing in my chest.

"Victoria? Are you okay?" My head turned to him quickly, my eyes wide. "You spaced out for a bit there. And, you're crying." What just happened? Was it another vision? A better question; why am I getting these visions?

My fingers reached up to touch my cheek. He was right, I pulled back my now wet fingers and turned to the windshield. "Stiles...something's wrong. I just--" I took a deep breath, trying to calm my shaky voice. "I had another vision."

I trailed off, biting the inside of my cheek. I felt scared, someone shot me with an arrow. Why though? A dull ache set into my head and I groaned a little. I hate headaches, they're literally the bane of my existence.

"What happened in your vision?" Stiles asked, turning his full attention on me. I thought it over for a minute. Deciding if I wanted to share what I saw with my brother, was a really hard decision to make...Harder than I thought.

At the end of the day, though, he is my brother and the person who I am closest too. So, without second guessing myself I spilled every little detail about what I saw and what was said in the vision.

Stiles listened intently to everything I said, nodding his head every so often to show that he was paying attention. I decided to cut the end of my story, I didn't want him to read too much into the arrow thing. I mean, Scott and my brother would never let someone shoot me with an arrow, it's ridiculous.

"'Ever since you went in the ice?' What could that mean?" Stiles asked, leaning back in his seat while thinking. I tried to think about everything that's happened this school year so far, every vision, everything I've heard or seen.

I shrugged my shoulders in the end. I never was the one who was good at solving mysteries, that is Stiles' job. "I don't know. I'm just wondering why I keep having these visions. I mean, they have to mean something. Or there at least has to be a reason for them, right?"

My brother looked me over before nodding in agreement. "Deaton might have something in one of his books." He suggested, I scrunched my nose in confusion. "Deaton? The vet that Scott works for?"

Stiles nodded and I turned on the Jeep. "He also knows about everything werewolfy." I nodded, still confused. What is a vet doing messing with werewolves...I mean how did he learn about this stuff?

I pulled out of the hospital and made my way to the vet, the dull ache in my head was just getting worse as time passed. By the time we got to the vet, my head was pounding and it hurt to have my eyes open.

"I don't think I'll be able to drive us home." I sighed, clutching my temples as we got out of the Jeep. "Why?" Stiles slammed the car door shut and I winced in pain. "My head." I whispered, talking just made it worse.

I closed my eyes, walking blind was better than walking with a migraine. I stumbled forward, unsure of my footing, but knowing I couldn't bare to open my eyes. I felt an arm wrap around me, leading me. "Thanks." I whispered.

"Let's just get you to Deaton." Stiles replied in an equally quiet voice. It didn't take long for us to get to where Stiles wanted me. Deaton went to greet us enthusiastically, per usual, but my brother hushed him and told him about my migraine.

Deaton led us back to a back room, I assume, and I was told to sit on the table. The throbbing in my head had begun to subside, but I wasn't going to open my eyes and risk it hurting again. "So, what are you two doing here? Anything I can help with?" Deaton asked, talking in a quiet voice, per Stiles' instructions.

"I've been having visions, I guess you can call them. Like vivid ones, they feel so real. And, I get nightmares, which are honestly just worse visions. But, what I need to know," My eyes were open now, able to stand the fluorescent lights in the room.

"why have some of them actually happened? I had a nightmare about Scott getting bit by an ugly beast the summer of last year. And, I had a nightmare about the alpha pack attacking everyone, before they were even here." I explained all of this, still feeling confused by everything that was happening.

Deaton nodded and turned his back to me, looking over his books he had stacked on a shelf behind him. "What you're experiencing is precognition in the form of visions." He pulled out a big, leather-bound book and set in on the table next to me. He began flipping through the pages, looking for something I suppose.

Precognition, that would make sense. I mean, how had I not figured that out before? But why am I seeing these things, that's the big question here. "Okay, but why am I experiencing precognition? How is this happening?"

"Here." Deaton pointed to an open page in the book. The book looked old, as the pages were worn and slightly browned. I looked over the page, but seeing as it was upside down for me, I couldn't make out any words.

"I believe you are a seer. They are supernatural beings who can predict or see the future, much like oracles or prophets. Your visions just happen to be incredibly accurate, from what I've heard about it, but that doesn't mean they'll always be correct."

His eyes now fixated on mine, while I tried to process everything he was telling me. "You have an incredible gift, Victoria. Use it well."

Deatons words stuck with me. I have a gift. I'm a seer who can predict the future. I'm not crazy...probably. Thoughts swarmed my mind at a million miles a minute and I could feel my head begin to ache again, although this was less intense than the one before.

Deaton told me the headaches are caused by the predictions, he said that they should subside with time, hopefully. I don't know if I can deal with headaches for all of eternity. They're the worst.

I tossed the keys to Stiles, the moment we got back to the jeep. Right now, I just want to go home and go to sleep.

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The phone rang, for the hundredth time that day. I picked it up, trying not to sigh. "Doctor Niel's office, how can I help you?" I clicked my pen, waiting for a response. This is what I do, every single day I work.

I schedule people's appointments, check people in, update their patient information, tell men that they've called the wrong number, and I click my pen. I know I need this job, I need the money more than anything, but it's so tiring.

I always find myself watching the clock; with a mental countdown as to when I'm allowed to leave. Every day, the countdown goes slower and slower. It's infuriating.

"Hey, Victoria, you can go home early. I just finished the last patient." Doctor Neil said to me from the doorway to the waiting room. I sent him a grateful smile before turning back to the desk to gather my things.

I didn't have much, just my bag and phone. I picked it up and instantly dialed Scotts number. After the whole getting caught thing, my dad and I had a talk.

I walked in the door of the house with Stiles, who instantly went up to his room...something about figuring out what a seer really is. I tried to sneak through the house to my room, not wanting to get stopped by my dad.

Turns out I'm not very lucky. "Victoria, come here please." I groaned internally before turning toward the voices location; the kitchen. I nervously sat across from my dad, picking at my nails slightly to distract myself.

"Yeah, dad?" I cleared my throat, not liking the way it broke at the end. His eyes met mine and he frowned slightly. "I'm not mad." He began, a wave of relief washed over me, cooling my nerves.

"Just...disappointed. And I know you two are...both in this situation." My dad's eyes flashed to my stomach quickly before coming back to meet my eyes. Ah, yes the babies. I knew he'd mention that. But, if we are having two babies together, why does it matter if we have sex now? I mean, it's not like he can get me pregnant again.

"I just don't want you two to think this makes you adults. Victoria, you're still 16, and you're still my daughter." My dad stopped to rub his temples, a sigh escaping his lips. He hates this conversation as much as I do, good.

"I'm not against you two seeing each other...I just don't want you two having sex in this house. Can we do that? Please?" I bit my lip and nodded, okay this wasn't so bad. We can just have sex at Scott's house, right?

Besides, it's also nice that we can be public about our relationship... maybe this won't be so bad?

"Hey, I got off work early. Are you still picking me up?" I talked into the phone while walking outside the office doors, the cool autumn air bit at my skin. "Yeah, I'm on my way right now. I just had to grab my moms dinner."

I smiled, he's so sweet. "Okay, I'll see you in a bit." He hummed a response and I ended the call. The cold air was starting to get to me, especially since in a skirt and blouse. I could feel goosebumps rise on my skin and I began to rub my arms, trying to stay warm.

I wonder if Scott talked to his mom yet, it's been a couple days since we got found out by my dad. I brought my lip between my teeth and bit down, what if he never tells his mom? I shook my head, that's a dumb thought. Why wouldn't he tell her?

Scott pulled up in front of me, in his car. I quickly climbed into the passenger seat, and immediately turned on the heat. "It's so cold out there." I mumbled, shivering slightly. I heard Scott chuckle from the left of me.

I turned to him and smiled. "Thanks for picking me up." He returned my smile and leaned across the car. I know it sounds so cliche, but I swear, every time this boy kisses me I feel the butterflies fill my stomach. "Anytime." Scott smiled and pulled away from me and putting the car in drive.

"So, what are we going to do tonight? I don't have to be home till midnight and it's only..." I peered at the clock on the dash. "7:20." I smiled, I'm happy that I get to spend time with Scott as my boyfriend.

"After I get my mom this food, we can go get you some dinner. You haven't ate today, have you?" A blush tinted my cheeks and I looked down. "Every time I eat, I get sick." It's true, I haven't been able to keep anything down. Neil said it should get better once I'm further into my second trimester.

"Well, we could at least try something different? It's not good for you to stop eating. I read that it can harm the babies too, something about their growth? I can't remember exactly but-" I cut him off with a light laugh.

He's been doing research on babies like crazy, I think it helps calm him down about the situation. I also think it's incredibly sweet of him, it shows that he cares. "We can try something different. I'm starving."

Scott parked the car before giving me a smile, a very nervous smile. "I haven't talked to my mom yet." He broke our eye contact and stared at the hospital entrance. I felt confused, but I understood.

It took me awhile to tell my dad, I don't blame him for taking some time before telling his mom. I just know that he needs to do it. "Okay. Have you told her anything?" I asked, forcing him to look at me by putting my hand to his cheek.

"I told her we were dating. I mean, if we are dating. I know we haven't made it fully official but, I figured-" I cut him off again but this time with a kiss. Scott McCall is no longer my sort of boyfriend, he's now my completely official boyfriend.

"Come on, lets get your mom her food and then go to that diner down the street." I opened the car door, Scott following me. We began to walk to the hospital and I felt his hand grab mine, intertwining our fingers. A blush coated my face at the action.

The moment we walked into the hospital, I was caught off guard by all the chaos. People were being rushed in on stretchers and others were crying in pain. The room felt so...overwhelming. Melissa noticed us immediately and came over, grabbing for the bag of food.

"I'm starving." She smiled at Scott, setting the bag down on the counter. My eyes searched the room, something bad was coming. I could feel it and I knew I wasn't going to like whatever it was.

Scott let go of my hand to hug his mom and I snapped back to them, trying to ignore my gut feeling. "Is everything okay?" He asked his mom and I looked at her sending her a smile which she returned.

She turned toward all the injured patients behind her. "Except for half the accident victims in a ten car pile-up being rerouted here from downtown, and the ER attending not answering any of his pages, yeah, I'm okay."

I bit my lip. "Have you been able to get anyone in who's on-call?" I asked, nervously flicking my eyes around the room again. "Yeah, we're just waiting for them to get here." A patient walked up, crying. "Miss."