Lone Ranger (Teen Wolf)

10 - Pain

"I'm guessing Stiles didn't tell you much about me." I tug on the white t-shirt that was given to me when I got out of Eichen. I didn't have any clothes, so Mr. Stilinski made a small pit stop at a clothing store and told Stiles to help me pick out an outfit. It's been years since I wore actual clothes and not just what Eichen House had me wear. Sure, those outfits were kind of comfortable, but it felt really nice to be in clothes that actually fit. Not to mention that my jeans that I'm wearing, cling to my legs. I believe Stiles called them skinny jeans. 

Scott looks up from where he is sitting in the chair across the table. His eyes dart from Stiles, who is asleep on the biggest couch in the living room, to myself. "Uh, no, not really. He just said that we needed to rescue you from Eichen- that we couldn't do any of this without you."

I press my lips together, nodding. "He's right." The corners of my lips pull upwards in a smile. "See, you don't know me, but I know you, Scott McCall."

Scott's lips frown in a moment of confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Didn't Stiles tell you what I could do?" 

"He said something about the future?" Scott clasps his hands together on the table. "Are you like a banshee?"

"A banshee?" I frown at the terminology. "What is that?"

"Someone who can predict death." 

I shake my head a few times. "Ah, no. I can predict a lot more than that. I mean, I have predicted people's death and I try to warn them, but it never works out, but I can see more than that." 

"Like a-"

I point my finger at him. "Don't you dare say psychic." 

Scott quickly shuts his mouth. 

I curl my upper lip in disgust. "I hate that word. I'm not a psychic." 

"Okay." 

"I don't know. I just see things and then they happen." I shrug my shoulders, relaxing against the chair. "People usually doubt my ways because who would believe in something like this."

"I believe you." Scott states, earnestly.

I give him a doubting look. "How can you believe me when you've never seen me do it?" 

"Then show me." Scott says. 

I cross my legs in the chair at the table, allowing myself to get comfortable. This chair is ten times more comfortablet then my bed at Eichen House ever was even if it is made out of wood. "Okay, your name is Scott McCall. Parents are separated. Your best friend is, obviously, Stiles and you two have been friends since you were little. Your mom is a nurse at Beacon Hills Hospital in the ER." 

"These are things that you could have heard anywhere." Scott points out, slightly disappointed that I didn't name off something deeper.

I cock an eyebrow. "Okay," I drag the word out. "I was trying to start you off easy because the whole digging through someone's past slash future thing is kind of weird, but fine. I'll dig a little deeper." I shut my eye, concentrating on everything I saw about Scott when we first met. I always get a quick flashback moment when I meet someone. I suppose it helps my mind focus on their future when I already know about their past. 

I open my eyes once I have all of information gathered. "Peter Hale bit you in the Beacon Hills Reserve. The next day, it was completely healed and when you were searching for your inhaler back in the Reserve, you came across Derek Hale- which you didn't know at the time was Peter's nephew." I take a deep breath, waiting to see if he still wants me to continue. After a small nod, I continue to share what I know, "Allison Argent was your girlfriend until you guys broke up, but she returns to your dreams every night. Last night, you two were-"