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"Wait, you want me to what?!" I exclaimed, as I looked at everyone crowded around the living room.

"It's simple. We want you to like Parrish on fire. If he's really a fire kitsune, he'll be immune and it won't harm him." Lydia explained to me. Kira's mom nodded next to her. I peered at them both, skeptically.

"And if he's not? Are you forgetting the part that you might be wrong about what he is?! I'm not setting him on fire! That's crazy!" I cried.

"It's the fastest way. Either you can do it, or I can." Mrs. Yukimura held up a torch lighter for dramatic effect.

"This is stupid and if he gets hurt, it's on you." I glowered, before I did as they asked. I waved my hand and both of Jordan's arms were on fire. He jumped in surprise and looked down at his arms. He wasn't reacting otherwise. He started patting the flames and looked confused.

"Is this a trick? I can barely feel that." He asked.

"No, it's not a trick. It's just normal fire." I assured him. He still looked at me in disbelief. I walked over to him and let the fire kiss my fingertips. I winced and spelled the fire out. I let him inspect my burnt fingers and he seemed convinced.

"You're positive this is what I am?" He asked Noshiko. She nodded. "Can you explain everything that means and how I control this?" He pressed.

"Of course, why don't you stay with us tonight and my family and I can explain everything?" She suggested.

"I would appreciate that, ma'am. Thank you." He gave her a small smile.

"Kira, let's go. You'll see your friends tomorrow." She ushered them out of the house. We stared after them. I'm pretty sure that they handled that a lot better than any of us expected them to.

"Well, that was anti-climatic." Lydia sighed. "Come on Jackson. Let's go. I'm tired and I still have to try and crack the rest of this code." Lydia hugged me and Stiles. "I'll see you tomorrow, Bon. Be careful." She walked outside.

"Watch your backs." Jackson told us, following her out.

I tossed and turned in Stiles' bed. I can't get comfortable. I have a horrible feeling in my gut and a bad taste in my mouth. Something bad is coming and it's coming soon. Something is going to happen later today and I have no idea what. I've never had a feeling this strongly before. It's making me nervous.

Somehow, Stiles is asleep. I'm surprised that I haven't kept him up. I grabbed my phone off of the nightstand and crept out of bed. I went to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Who do I call? It's not like we can do anything to stop this.

"Bonnie, are you okay?" Derek's voice filled my ears. I didn't even realize that I actually dialed his number, until now.

"No," I admitted quietly.

"Did something happen?" He asked me.

"No, I just… I have this feeling that I can't shake, Derek. It's stronger than I've ever felt before. Something horrible is going to happen today. I can just tell. I don't know how, or what, or where, but it's going to happen. God. I wish I knew. It's freaking me out. I can't stop shaking. What good is it to be a witch, if I can't do anything?! I hate this!" I hissed in a raised whisper.

"Whatever it is, whatever happens, we'll get through it, because have to. There's nothing more that we can do before then. I don't like it anymore than you do, but you should try to sleep. You need to recharge your batteries. If you wear yourself down, you're not going to be much use to anyone. I don't want to see you get hurt, Bonnie." He told me. I nodded.

"I know. I know." He's telling me the obvious, but I kind of needed to hear it. "Have you heard anything more from Klaus? I'll feel a lot better, when there's another witch in town, who's actually on our side. There's only so much I can do alone. I mean, there's Deaton, but druids are different. It's not spiritual magic. Deaton's magic is limited, because of it. Just like I can't do everything he can. And Stiles… Stiles is a wild-card. We're still finding out what being a Spark means. He's getting more powerful, though. I can see. He's going to be a force to be reckoned with. I don't think that he's realized it yet. I get glimpses sometimes. You know? He'll do something small and I can just see the power behind it that growing, even though it's untouched."

"Do you want me to talk to Klaus and see?" Derek offered. "I know what you mean, though. A human could only last so long with a pack of wolves and save our asses as much as he did. I had a feeling that he was powerful, but I think it was Deaton and Peter to really see it."

"Peter?" I echoed.

"He offered Stiles the bite. Stiles turned him down. Peter wasn't in his right mind, but even when he was manic, I think that he saw all of Stiles' potential and his strength. You two complement each other."

"You think so?"

"Everyone can see it, Bonnie. It's a good thing. You're stronger together." He reminded me.

"I can… I can call Klaus. You don't have to."

"Are you sure? I don't mind."

"No. It's really okay. I'll talk to you later, Derek. Thanks." I hung up and dialed Klaus.

"Hello love, isn't it a bit past your bedtime?" Klaus answered. I sighed.

"When is your witch getting here?" I asked him, not taking the bait.

"Did something happen?" He countered.

"No, not yet, but it will. I can feel it, Klaus. Tell me that they'll be here soon." I practically begged him. This whole situation is making me do things that I never thought I'd do. When things are life and death, you get desperate. I'm desperate.

"They'll be here tomorrow night." He told me, softly. Thank God. He's not being a dick, for once in his life.

"Have they been filled in on the conditions that they're allowed into Beacon Hills?"

"Yes, sweetheart," he admitted gently.

"Klaus, when we make it out of this, and I'm really hoping that we do, you owe me. So big." I sighed. He chuckled.

"If we all survive this, then yes, I suppose I will." He ended the call and stayed sitting on the bathroom floor. I glanced at the clock on the bathroom wall. It's a quarter past three in the morning. There's no way in hell that I'm going to be able to sleep. I turned on the hot water and put the stopper in the bathtub. I have to try and relax somehow.

I zoned out as I waited. By the time the bath was filled with water and bubbles, the water was warm, at best. I chanted under my breath heated up the water to perfection. I stripped out of my pajamas and sank into the water. I sighed and leaned back in contentment.

"Bonnie, are you okay?" A groggy Stiles asked, walking into the bathroom. His eyes widened when he saw me soaking in his tub. I nodded. "Oh. I… Wow… You're… Bubbles are a really good look on you. You should definitely wear them more often. You could make it a thing. You know? Hey, it's Monday! Time to wear bubbles! Or not… because then everyone would see you practically naked and I could definitely not fight everyone in this town. Scratch that. That's a bad idea. You could wear them around here, though. Yeah. You should totally do that, because you look… God…" He groaned, finished his ramblings. I bit my lip and suppressed a giggle. That's what I love about Stiles. Even when it feels like the world is ending and the sky is about to come crashing down, he lightens everything up.

"I'll think about the bubbles." I told him. He nodded, mutely. "I couldn't sleep. I didn't mean to wake you." I apologized.

"No, this is good. I'm perfectly okay being woken up to this." He promised.

"You don't have to stay up because of me." I assured him.

"I don't mind. Are you okay? You're shaking." He asked, coming closer to the tub. I was suddenly grateful for the plethora of bubbles that were covering me.

"I just have a bad feeling. I think something's going to happen today – something bad." I admitted.

"Hey, it's going to be okay." He said, kneeling down and cupping my face with his hand.

"I really hope so."

"I can stay. Okay? I'm going to stay in here with you. I don't mind." He vowed. He looked so determined. It's completely adorable.

"Do you, um… Do you wanna join me? Not to do anything. Maybe… Maybe you could just hold me? That would be nice." I finished lamely. He nodded and stood up. He started taking off his clothes. I watched him take off his shirt and then adverted my eyes. I scooted up, so he could slide in behind me. Once he was situated, he put his arms around me and held me. I closed my eyes and tried to enjoy the safety that he helped me feel.