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Tensions and Visons

Freya sat in the front seat of the prison transport van with stiles

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Freya sat in the front seat of the prison transport van with stiles. She groaned for the 10th time at the sound of Jackson phone going off. She threw her head back In to the seat and closed her eyes. Stiles looked over at her as he typed.

"What's wrong with you miss grumpy witch" he said raising an eyebrow putting the phone down.

"I drank half a bottle of vodka last night, so I'm a bit hungover why do you think I chose sitting in the woods with you over going to school" she stated annoyed glancing over at him. Stiles shrugged his shoulders and then glanced down.

"Freya are you okay?" He sighed he'd been debating with himself about asking her that for the last hour. He finally gave in. Freya glanced at him and sighed.

"I will be stiles don't you worry about me I've dealt with a lot. At this point I'm use to shitty things happening to me" she shrugged before leaning on the steering wheel. Stiles just nodded before growling at the sound of Jackson yelling.

"I'm going to talk to him" he said getting out of the van. Freya just nodded before dosing off.
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Freya woke up to the sound of stiles and allison panicking. They both jumped into the van stiles pushing Freya to the middle.

"What's going on" she asker looking between the two. Stiles made a call on jacksons phone.

"They know Jackson's missing" stiles groaned.

"Where are we going?" Allison asked looking at the two not liking the fact Freya was there. Stiles chucked the phone out of the window.

"Somewhere far away from this" stiles says as he pulls away. Freya groans at her head pounding against her skull. Allison rolled her eyes looking at Freya. Something about the young witch irritated her. maybe it was the way Scott trusted her, or maybe it was the looks the two gave each other. It could also be the fact Freya allowed peter to kill her aunt and she was usually on Derek's side.

"Stiles call Scott get him out her with us" Freya groaned "and tell him to bring some advil" she added. Stiles nodded and called Scott.

"He said he'll be here after he goes to Danny's car" stiles sighed hanging up the phone. Freya groaned causing Allison to glance at her again.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked Freya. Freya sighed and glanced at allison.

"I have a hang over" she states annoyed she knew she'd never like the hunter and vice versa.

"Can't you do like magic and heal it?" Alison asked rolling her eyes at how dramatic she was.

"No I can't heal or take away my own pain if I did I would have done it by now don't you think?" She stated glaring at the huntress. stiles didn't have to have supernatural powers to feel the irration on both girls.

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