Gone [I.L]

3

It was white, almost a blinding white for Aimee. Her blue eyes, the only remote contrast in this white room - or whatever it was. She was no longer in the clothes she was in a mere, few minutes ago. No, now she wore white lace, and white pants.

Aimee didn't speak as she looked around, seeing nothing to help her escape. The white began to irritate her, and she began to panic.

This isn't right, she thought to herself. Worried if she had died, or if this was a dream. She began to think of how to get herself out of the situattion she was currently in.

She had once heard someone tell her to count her fingers to tell if she were dreaming, so she looked at her hands.

She counted ten fingers slowly, and on her very last pinky she shot up in her hospital bed.

The moon poured through the window next to her bed, as she sat up holding her chest.

"Aimee?" She turned her head still startled. There sat her older sister, Hayley. Hayley didn't waste time, jumping up to hug her sister, "Lydia called me, what happened?"

Aimee couldn't exactly remember what did happen, "We were bowling, then high-fives, and now I'm here," She mumbled slowly as if trying to convince herself it was nothing more.

Yet Hayley let her guard drop for a split second, almost giving Aimee a knowing look before her face hardened again. Aimee noticed but didn't bring it up, "What did the doctor say?"

"Melissa, Scott's mom said that you fainted. We were just waiting for you to wake up to leave," Hayley already had a bag packed of Aimee's belongings from when she fainted.

Aimee was fully dressed still and not in a hospital robe, which she was thankful for, "So we can leave?"

Hayley nodded before Aimee pulled her legs off of the side of the bed. She got off of the bed and began to follow Hayley out of the room.

Once they reached the waiting room, she saw Allison and Lydia. As well as Scott, Stiles, and Jackson, which surprised her. She knew for sure the girls would have been there, but the boys? She wasn't close to any of them, except Jackson, who didn't care about anyone but himself.

The two best friends had jumped up to meet with the third, and hugged her tightly, "Don't ever do that again!" Lydia snapped into the blondes neck as Allison just hugged her.

The three boys stood up, Scott and Stiles came over to her as the girls released her from the hug, "We were worried about you," Stiles smiled at his new friend.

"How are you feeling?" Scott asked with his hands in his pocket. It was at that moment that Hayley could pinpoint who caused this to happen.

Scott McCall.

She could see the slight gold aura around the boy, and even smell his scent. She could tell he was a new werewolf from how potent his scent was.

However, Aimee was experiencing the same thing as her sister. Seeing a small gold lining around Scott, she assumed her eyes were playing tricks because of what had happened. She also began to smell a stench like a wet dog had entered the room. She again, didn't think too much of it.

Around Lydia she could see a small faded purple lining. A look that Hayley knew all too well, that Lydia was a banshee, just waiting to trigger her abilities.

Hayley had looked to her sister, a light green now formed around her, brighter than the previous one. Aimee had triggered her abilities by touching Scott McCall's hand.

It almost made Hayley laugh at how simple her sisters trigger was. Hayley had experienced her parents death, something traumatic to trigger hers. Yet, all Aimee did, was come into contact with a active supernatural being.

"Where is Jackson? I just saw him," Aimee mumbled after explaining what she remembered to the group.

Lydia frowned, "He just wanted to make sure you were okay." Clearly upset with how Jackson just disappeared on the group.

Hayley put her hand to Aimee's back, "Well, we should get going. School tomorrow, all of you better be there."

The group laughed at Hayley. They all had known Hayley from different circumstances.

Hayley is a bounty hunter. She works for the Sherrif's department officially, being close with Noah Stilinski and knowing Stiles. She unofficially and occassionally would work for Chris Argent. Aside from Allison coming to their home, Hayley would be found at the Argents home, giving a bounty. With the bounties, she would almost always be injured or the people being brought in, would need medical attention. Melissa McCall would treat her quickly, or her bounties quickly. She would see Scott bring his mother food, and she would talk to him occassionally.

As for Lydia, Aimee and her have been best friends since grade school. Lydia's parents basically adopted Aimee, and Hayley did the same for Lydia.

"See ya!" Aimee smiled as she began to walk out of the hospital waiting room. She needed a shower and to get away from the suffocating smell of wet dog. She also wanted to change her clothing, desperately.

Thankfully, one of her friends had driven Aimee's car to the hospital after she was taken in the ambulance. Hayley's car was no where to be seen, "Did you walk?" Aimee asked as she got into the passenger side of her car. Hayley jumped into the driver side and turned on the car.

"I was at the station when Lydia called. The Sherrif drove me over."

The rest of the car ride was quiet, and when the two made it home they went their separate ways. Both of the women were tired despite it being eight at night.

Aimee had showered quickly, and then changed into sweats before heading to bed.

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It all seemed like a normal day, despite a few students staring at Aimee throughout the day. She knew that word had got out about her fainting and it was the talk of the day.

She went to her own practice where she ran around the field multiple times for cross country. Surprisingly, she wasn't as out of breath as she typically was. Aimee was always on the field after school, usually by herself running.

As she ran around, she watched the lacrosse team practice. She had noticed that Stiles and Isaac sat on the bench, as they normally do. Yet, Scott stood in goal, catching every ball that came towards him. Lydia and Allison cheered in the bleachers for him, as they kept an eye on their best friend.

Once Aimee had done three laps in record breaking time, she went to the bleachers and sat with her two friends. Aimee was drenched in sweat, "Gross," Lydia teased and Aimee smiled as she wiped her forehead with her arm.

"You love it," Aimee huffed as the two girls scooted down so she could join, "Hey, I heard your aunts back in town." Allison gave her a questioning look, "My sister is working with her today for a bounty."

"Yeah, she's good at what she does," Allison smiled, remembering what her dad had told her about Kate.

"Stilinski, Lahey, get your asses out here!" Coach boomed as he blew his whistle. All of the boys stood in a line, when the two benched in front of the three girls stood up Aimee's heart seemingly stopped.

Stiles has turned around to give a thumbs up to the girls, and before he took off Isaac Lahey turned and met eyes with Aimee. Her breath caught in her throat as time seemed to slow. She was brought back down when Allison had elbowed her lightly, giving her a small smirk.

Aimee looked to Allison, "Don't," She pleaded quietly.

Allison put her arm around her friends neck, "I would never."