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The Halloween decorations were gone, and it was otherwise a pretty slow night with Kitty trying not to think too hard about things. So she was behind the bar, going through an app on her phone and looking for holiday-themed drinks so she'd be prepared when they actually showed up.

Yes, she realized she was part of the holidays-come-earlier-every-year problem, and no, she didn't care as long as she found out whether Hanukkah-themed drinks existed.

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Stiles had about enough of his room and generally anywhere with a bed because that led to sleep and sleep led to nightmares. He couldn't even attempt to sleep anymore anyway because it turned out nemeton's weren't a valid excuse for not turning in your homework for those stupid online classes he took.

So he came into Caritas with a notebook and a few textbooks in tow, hoping to at least get the academic part of his life right. "Hey. Mind if I do homework here?"

"Go for it," Kitty said, gesturing at the bar. "Quiet nights here are good for something then."

"Thanks," he said, placing his books on the bar and taking a seat. "My room's distracting and I really don't want to stumble school-wise when I'm so close to the finish line."

"And here I thought this was the point where most kids gave up," Kitty said. If she sounded a little proud of him, it was because she was happily a nerd.

"I'm keeping my 4.0 'cause I need to get as many scholarships as possible," Stiles said, flipping his notebook open. "I don't want to be wading in student loan debt forever."

He also didn't want to make his dad pay for a whole lot.

"That's one of the reasons I like you. You're smart," she said. "Do you want anything while you're working?"

"Coffee? If you have it." He still held on to the hope that caffeine would help keep him awake. Even if it hadn't been doing its job lately.

"Coming right up," she said, and got to finding a mug since some people didn't drink from the coffee pot. "What are you working on, anyway?"

"Chemistry," he said as he opened one of his textbooks to a page of homework problems. "Not my favorite subject. My old chem teacher at Beacon Hills was a dick to me."

"Which of course is the best way to help people learn," Kitty said dryly, setting the coffee and some milk and sugar in front of him. "If you need any help, let me know."

"Thanks," Stiles said before getting his coffee set up the way he wanted it and then getting down to studying. He was actually doing pretty well for a few minutes, flipping through the pages of the book to double check his answers and scratching them down into his notebook.

But after a few minutes he stopped turning pages and looked up at Kitty with a confused look on his face.

"What's up?" she asked, noticing that look.

Kitty would not get an answer. Stiles just kept staring, but his hand started to move, quickly scribbling on his notebook.

Stiles, however, was having a completely different experience. He had lifted his head up by chance to glance at Kitty and froze when he saw her staring back at him. Just when he opened his mouth to ask what was up, she started doing some weird hand signals. After a moment he realized it must have been sign language, the same signs over and over again.

Well this was new. And weird.

This was one of the creepier things Kitty had seen in a while, and she stood right in front of him, snapping her fingers to try and get his... attention? "Stiles?"

The creepy just kept on coming 'cause he didn't even blink. His gaze became less focused though, which might have been less creepy? No, it was still creepy. Especially since he was still writing.

The lack of focus might have been due to Stiles thinking he had turned away from Kitty to look back at Tino, who was making the same signs Kitty was. He turned in his seat to see if--yep, the zombies were doing it too. A chill ran down his spine when he realized that this was too weird to be real. He must have been having another nightmare, even if this was more creepy than scary.

She didn't see what he was writing, though she knew it was really weird that he was. "Stiles," she said again, louder this time.

It'd be easier to know whether she should shake him or something if she had any idea what was happening.

Maybe realizing he was dreaming made him open to the idea of waking up, or maybe Kitty was loud enough to wake him up this time. Whatever it was, Stiles jerked suddenly, dropping his pencil to the floor and blinking rapidly like someone who had been rudely awakened from a nap.

Stiles looked around the room, relieved to see that nobody was doing anything weird. Weirder than usual. He turned his attention back to Kitty, realizing she must have woken him up. "Huh?"

Look, he hadn't seen a dead person this time around so he wasn't about to draw attention to a silly dream if he didn't have to.

Oh, was she ever relieved. "Are you okay?" she asked, pretty clearly worried.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," he lied, trying to remain cool even though he was a little freaked out. He didn't know sign language but creepy repeated messages never tended to be good. "Chem must have lulled me to sleep."

"You weren't sleeping," Kitty told him, nodding down at his notes.

"What?" For a moment there Stiles thought she meant the sign language thing was real. Then he looked down at the notes and realized what Kitty had meant. The entire page was filled with the words "WAKE UP" in his handwriting but he had no memory of writing it.

That was new. Or was it? He had written off the Jennifer dream at Derek's as a nightmare but he hadn't remembered dozing off then either.

"I, uh--" What was he supposed to say? That this possibly wasn't the first time this had happened? That he was relieved that nobody dead was grabbing at him this time?

"What was that?" Kitty asked quietly. She knew this had to be connected to the nemeton thing, but she'd had no idea it was this bad.

"Nothing," he answered, already getting up from the bar stool. Because fleeing was always the answer. "I was just zoning out, I guess."

He haphazardly grabbed the nearest textbook, too flustered to notice that he was about to leave his notebook and a whole other textbook behind. "I actually have to go, I forgot I told my dad I'd Skype him tonight and I want to do it before he leaves for work."

Bless you, internet, for giving people great excuses to leave an awkward situation.

"Right," she said, still frowning and watching him rather than what he was doing. And if he thought she wouldn't be following up tomorrow, he was mistaken.

Stiles didn't look Kitty in the eye when he left, just mumbled a goodbye and headed out the door at a pace that was just below a jog. So he couldn't be accused of running out of there or something.

But, hey, you got a free notebook of crazy now, Kitty...for writing your own crazy things in it if you wanted to.

14 invoices today! I'm gonna be done with work by 10 am! Woo!

http://blogs.smithsonianmag.com/food/2010/12/eight-cocktails-of-hanukkah/

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