Great Losses [Spurious Sequel] ✶On Hold✶

[19] What We Do For Love

Claire:

"Nightmares, insomnia, paranoia, flashbacks, anxiety... hostility."

"Okay, I beg to differ on that last point." I raise my head up from the computer screen to stare over at my mom. Who up until now was helping me out with some paperwork.

Supernatural happenings tend to unsurprisingly get me behind on work.

"Sweetheart, you yelled at your brother the other day for not putting the milk on the second shelf of your fridge." She states with a knowing look.

I open my mouth to argue, but quickly shut myself up instead.

Putting her pen down she leans over to grab hold of my hand in comfort. "What's important here is that we get you help for your more then obvious case of ptsd."

I let out a sigh and rub the bridge of my nose with my free hand. "I know, mom. I'm just- I know that I can't be by myself right now, but I can't be a burden on someone else without feeling even worse of my situation."

"Things are a bit snug with your dad, and Isaac living in the house but you know that I'd never turn you away." She quickly interjects.

My eyes wander down to the keyboard as she leans back in her seat. "Do you-- do you think it would be too weird to ask Derek if I could stay with him?" I pause and scrunch my nose up. "Oh gosh it does seem weird doesn't it."

"To be honest with you Claire I think that once he finds out then he'll be the one to insist that you stay with him. And I trust both of you, more so you, to be able to sleep under the same roof."

Little does she know that we already have. Oh gosh. That would have sounded so bad if I had said it out loud. Even if I was honestly just talking about sleeping.

"I'll talk to him about it, but right now I really need to get this done before someone starts wondering why I'm so behind." My fingers go back to typing away as my eyes dart back and forth across the screen.

Her pager goes off, signaling to both of us that she's needed elsewhere. "Don't put this off unless you want a motherly, interference in your life."

"I'm not, mom." I pause my typing to look up before she leaves. "I'm just prioritizing on the rest of my life. I mean, not everything can take a backseat to the supernatural."

"Unfortunately now it seems that our life is the supernatural."

After she closes the door I immediately look back towards my screen. I open the hidden tab I have on my browser that's nothing but a few lines I could find on the Oni.

She's right. This is our life now.

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The loud creak of a door closing, makes my head shoot up off the desk. "Who put what where?!"

My hazy sleepy eyes clear up after my random outburst to see Stiles at the door of my office. "Sorry I guess my unconscious is sometimes stuck on my old babysitting days." I explain my random outburst as he takes a seat.

"Are you okay?" Stiles questions.

"Course. I just have a lot of work that I'm behind on." I look over at my screen and furrow my eyebrows. More like had a lot of work. I could have sworn I still had maybe twenty more emails to read over.

"Oh." The hesitation in Stiles' voice makes me turn to look over at him again. "It just seemed like you were having a nightmare."