A/N: So I've started yet another new story...This is basically my attempt at writing Demons since I wasn't liking how I was writing it or where I had started off. I had every intention to work out the plot with Lacy but then I realized that she wasn't who I wanted for the role I was writing her for. I actually came up with this plot before it managed to work itself into Teen Wolf. Call it a premonition, or a feeling, or whatever but I pride myself on having come to this plot before it was actually aired on the show. I didn't think I was going to write this anymore after the show turned my plans awry but I've decided to anyway and I hope everyone enjoys!

Disclamer: I do not own anything Teen Wolf related. Only the OCs I choose to add are mine.

Percy had always hated the creaking of her old house. It was mainly the roof, which they'd eventually gotten used too, and the floor boards, which they couldn't avoid for the life of them, and the one window on the second floor (the occasional use of WD-40 solved that one though). Emma said that the creaking was just part and parcel of living in an older house; that age (and whatever came with it) gave their Victorian home charm and character. Personally, Percy thought the turret gave the home charm and character, not the damn horror movie soundtrack that people experienced when they tried to walk down their stairs.

It was creaking, she realized, that woke her up from her nightmare. With bleary eyes, she looked around and froze. A dark silhouette blocked the moonlight that usually shone through her window. Someone was trying to sneak into her room.

For a split second, she regretted asking Emma if she could have the turret (she'd been going through her princess phase) when they'd first moved into historic home. She quickly shook out of it, though, when her sense of self-preservation kicked in. Slowly, carefully, her hand snaked under her bed in search of a weapon. When her fingers wrapped around a coated handle, she hauled it out from under the bed and gripped it in two hands; pulling it back above her shoulders, shifting her weight as she prepared to swing. The intruder reached for switch light switch and, as he turned it on, she closed her eyes tight and swung. The air swooshed as her swing arced in front of her, barely missing her target, and she heard a thud over the rush in her ears as something hit the hardwood floor.

"Mother of God!" Her eyes flew open at that strangled cry and her weapon fell, pulling another cry from the intruder.

"Stiles," she yelled as the gangly teen groaned, sprawled out on my bedroom floor. Her weapon of choice, a frying pan, lay near him, having bounced off his stomach, knocking the air right out of him. "What the hell is your problem? Do you not get tired of trying to give me a damn heart attack?" He didn't respond and she crouched beside him as Nana, her massive Newfoundland mix, sidled up to lick his face. She had a white mark on her head, white fur on her chest, and white fur on the toes of her back paws. She was only a puppy but she was already huge.

"I should be asking what the hell is your problem! You attacked me with a freaking frying pan for crying out loud! You almost took my head off with that thing! Way to go Punzie, you gonna let down your hair now too," he snarked as he ran his hand through her dog's fur before he picked himself up off of her hardwood floor, rubbing his aching stomach dramatically as he did. She glared at him as she watched him struggle to stand.

"What are you doing here Stiles at," she paused to check her clock, "almost midnight?"

"My dad got called out twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon department and even state police."

"And I care why?" Percy had crawled back into bed, the covers pulled up over her head as she settled back under her covers. Nana hopped into bed with her, snuggling into her owner's side as she dozed off.

"Because two joggers found a body in the woods." Her head popped up.

"I'll meet you at the Jeep in five. And for God's sake Stiles," he paused as he placed one foot on the roof. "Use the front door."

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"You mean a dead body?"

Percy rolled her eyes as Scott climbed into the front seat of Stiles's jeep. "No, a body of water," replied Stiles. "Yes, dumbass, a dead body."

"You mean like murdered," she asked as she poked her head in the between the seats, pushing both their elbows off the armrest as she got comfortable.

"No one knows yet. They know it's a girl, though, probably in her twenties." That caused a shiver to go down her spine. Why the hell had I let Stiles talk me into chasing down an axe wielding murder preying on young women?

"So wait, if they found the body, what are we looking for?"

"That's the beauty of it." If Stiles wasn't driving, she knew his hands would be rubbing together in manic glee. He was like a kid at Christmas time. She didn't know whether to find his excitement infectious or a bit psychotic in nature. "They only found half."

They pulled up to the Beacon Hills preserve soon after Stile had dropped his bombshell.

"We're seriously doing this," asked Scott. He was probably the least adventures out of all three of them. He'd been complaining about how he wanted to get to bed early so he was ready for tryouts tomorrow. He should have known that wasn't an option with friends like Percy and Stiles. Stiles was clearly enjoying playing Sherlock Holmes and Percy was right by his side, a Nancy Drew in her own right.

"Hey, aren't you the one always bitching about how nothing ever happens in this town," she asked as she climbed out of the back seat. It was chilly, so she stole one of the hoodies from the back and slipped it on. It was the the red color of the team's uniform and had Stiles' jersey number on the back. Stiles looked like he wanted to say something smart, but with a glare promising pain and retribution, he shut his trap. In reality though, he'd liked the thought of Percy in his stuff. It sent a feeling through him that he didn't want to dissect at that moment.

"But I wanted to get a goodnights sleep for practice tomorrow," Scott whined as we trekked through the woods. Stiles was leading the way with his torch and, since Percy hated the dark, Scott was picking up the rear.

"Because it's such grueling work sitting on the bench right?" Percy kicked Stiles and gave him a look that said his comment was uncalled for. She knew that neither of her best friends were star lacrosse players, and that as a result, their usual position was on the bench. But if Scott was hoping he made first string, or whatever it was called, than she wasn't gonna rain on his parade, and she wouldn't let Stiles do it either.

Scott was unfazed though. "No because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm gonna make first line."

She beamed at him. "Yeah, that's the spirit, kid! Keep the dream alive." She gave Stiles a look, hoping he wouldn't say something stupid and accidentally hurt Scott's feelings in the process.

"Yeah," Stiles seconded. "Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one." Both Scott and Percy snorted. She should have known that Stiles would be Stiles and say something regardless.

"Very true Stiles. That's why you're still pining after Lydia right," she smirked and he glared. She shrugged, but she was happy to give him a taste of his own medicine.

"Just out of curiosity here, um, which half of the body are we looking for?"

Stiles paused for a second, his brow furrowing in thought. "Uh, yeah, I guess I didn't think about that."

She laughed. "And uh, what if whatever Ted Bundy wannabe that killed that poor girl is still out here."

"Also something I forgot to think about."

Scott and Percy shared a grin. "So another perfectly executed Stilinski master plan."

"Good to know you planned this out with your usual attention to detail." Stiles made some type of sarcastic snort of agreement as she and he climbed up the hill. Scott was leaned up against a tree behind him, wheezing as he pulled out his inhaler. "Maybe the sever asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight."

Up ahead, Stiles and Percy dove to the ground as the two spotted the dogs and lights ahead, Scott right behind them, and Stiles scrambled to turn off his own. Stiles grabbed her arm and tugged the poor girl with him as he tried to break into a run. She nearly choked as the chain around her neck got caught on the branch and pulled her back towards the ground. Scott helped her untangle herself and they raced after Stiles, their cries for him to slow down falling on deaf ears.

"Stiles," Percy whispered as she was yanked back, for the second time that night, as Scott quickly pulled both of them behind a tree. One of the police dogs nearly pounced on Stiles and he fell to the ground as a flash light was shone in his face.

"Hold it, hold it. This little delinquent is mine."

"So, uh, hey dad. How are you doing?" Scott slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter as they watched Stiles try to act nonchalantly from their hiding spot. He was failing miserably too, his movements fidgety and jumpy like a strung out druggy.

"Do you listen in on all my private phone calls?"

"Uh, no," Stiles started. "Well, not the boring ones."

"So where are your usual partners in crime?"

"Who? Sc-scott? Scott's home," wheezed Stiles as he tied to catch his breath. "He said he wanted to get a, uh, goodnight's sleep for the first day back tomorrow."

"And what about Percy? Is she home too," asked the Sheriff doubtfully.

Stiles nodded, trying his best not to look suspicious. "Yeah she's, uh, at home. She wasn't answering her phone so it's just me. Out here in the woods. Alone." The lie rolled off his tongue with ease and he had to force himself to avoid looking around and giving away his friends.

The Sheriff sighed and swung his flashlight about as Scott and Percy ducked back into the shadows. "Scott! Persephone! You guys out there?" He'd called her Persephone instead of Percy on purpose. For as long as he'd known the girl, which was a very long time, she'd always corrected people when they called her by her full name. He waited, expecting her to come out of hiding to correct him, expecting to catch his son in his lie since he never went anywhere without at least one of his best friends. It was habitual on her part, and she would have popped out to correct him, playing right into the Sheriff's ploy, had Scott not had his hand over her mouth and his arm wrapped around her, keeping her in place. She sent him a thankful look and he nodded as Stiles' dad sighed and gave up on drawing the two out.

"Well young man," started papa Stilinski as he placed his hand on the back of his son's neck and pulled him forward. "I'm gonna walk you back to your car, and you and I are gonna have a talk about something called invasion of privacy." Stiles groaned in annoyance. He knew how these talks went, he'd been on the receiving end of them too many times to count, and he feared he'd ended up grounded by the end of the night. With the rain poring, the two were too far away now to hear Percy and Scott try to smother their giggles as they looked on.

"Shit," Percy mumbled as she and Scott crept in the opposite direction. She was freezing, and with the rain coming down, hugging herself and rubbing her arms were doing little to keep her warm, even with Stiles' jacket on. Underneath she only had a thin sweater, and both that and her leggings were soaked through, leaving her shivering and in dire need of some type of warmth. "There goes our ride home." She looked around, wary of the surrounding forest. It was dark and cold, not to mention storming. She'd hated storms ever since the incident that ended in her mother's death; she preferred to spend thunderstorms wrapped up in her bed, Nana by her side, her prescription sleeping pills doing their job and aiding in her quest for sleep. Instead she was in the creepy-ass forest, in the cold-ass rain, on the edge of having a panic attack. She peered at the trees around her, a pair of glowing blue eyes peering back at her. Her breathing hitched and her heart stopped for a second before kicking into over drive as she stumbled clumsily into Scott. When she blinked, the eyes were gone, leaving her to wonder if she was hallucinating. She shook it off, chalking it up to her just seeing things. It wouldn't be the first time she'd hallucinated, and with her disorder, it wouldn't be the last.

She bumped into Scott again when she didn't realize he'd stopped moving. "What? W-why are w-we stop-stu-stopping," she asked, her stuttering a combination of teeth chattering and fear. She was too frightened as she listened to noise around her to realize that Scott had pulled out his inhaler. "We n-need to hurry o-out o-of he-here. This sh-shit is creeping me—," her sentence cut off when a herd of deer came stampeding through the woods. Both she and Scott fell back, and she landed hard on her butt as she tried to avoid their powerful hoofs. She could have sworn for a second that her life flashed before her eyes.

As the forest settled once again, she and Scott shared a look as they hauled themselves up, wondering how they'd managed to get themselves into trouble yet again. Scott pulled out his phone to search for his inhaler, and Percy followed suit, clicking open the flashlight app on her smartphone. She and Scott slowly worked around in a circle. She grumbled to herself as they slowly met up, her flashlight catching the tail end of something pale and red and pinkish in color. It was only when Scott freaked out that it registered in her mind that they'd discovered the top half of the body. It was bloody and worms were crawling through the girl's entrails, which were unceremoniously hanging from her body. Percy wasn't usually squeamish, but she felt squeamish at the sight of the girl's lifeless eyes. She staggered into Scott in shock and they both tumbled down the incline. Her body rolled over itself as she tumbled down the mound; her back rammed into a tree, hard, and she almost lost her grip on her phone as stars danced along her vision before she and Scott came to a stop at the bottom of the hill.

Percy coughed and rubbed her head as she stood shakily, her ribs aching. She managed to follow Scott as they climbed over a fallen tree, and he helped her seeing as she tried to keep an arm around her chest to prevent hurting herself further. A growl sounded behind them as her foot hit the forest floor, and the pair halted. Percy couldn't tell if the growl was because of her imagination, but when she turned to see the monstrous beast just feet away from them, she realized that she wasn't dreaming. The fear she could see on Scott's face reaffirmed that she wasn't any crazier than usual.

The creature launched itself and Scott and Percy fell to the ground with him. Scott tried to throw it off but cried out in pain as it took a chunk out of his side. Percy fared only a little bit better, the thing's claws tearing through her clothing easily and latching onto the flesh right above her hip. She screamed as its claws tore at her skin, the pain causing her to pull away. Its claws pulled free as she tried to take off. It tried to latch onto her ankle, but she had the wherewithal to kick back; it let out a pained snarl as her skilled kick connected, smashing its claws. She staggered to her feet and, when the monster seemed like it was going to attack again, her foot shot out and she kicked at its face, her foot hitting its muzzle. She pulled Scott up with her and they ran away, tripping over each other and themselves in their haste to escape. They didn't stop until they stumbled out onto the main road. Headlights blinded them and Percy watched as an SUV swerved to avoid hitting them. It righted itself and continued down the road as if it hadn't almost mowed down two teenagers.

Percy lifted her jacket to examine her wound and Scott did the same thing beside her. She groaned as she looked at the jagged slashes in her side and she winced as her probing fingers came away red with blood. She sighed as she dropped her ruined clothing. "Let's go home Scotty. I think we've had enough near death experiences to last a lifetime." He nodded at her and wrapped his arm around her to support her as the limped their way home. Neither of them noticed the cerulean blue gaze or the menacing red eyes that watched them all the way there.

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The cubby was damp and dark. I shivered, pulling my knees closer to my chest as I scooted back until I couldn't anymore. Footsteps and voices floated through the crack in the wall, easily reaching my hiding spot. Some men grabbed mommy and pushed her before they pressed something against her throat. The skin broke and blood trickled down her slim neck.

I heard fighting and things breaking and then there was a loud band, louder than the storm raging outside. Another one followed it, and another, and another. My small chubby, four year old fingers rushed to cover my ears but I could still hear the noise and my ears rang from the impact. Then the men were gone without a trace. Destruction was all that was left in their place.

I crawled out of the cubby and raced towards my mom. But my short little legs weren't fast enough and it felt like an eternity before I got there. Things were murky and unclear and it was hard to move, like I was swimming against the current, like everything was trying to force me the other way. But I kept on running and running until I was by her side.

I was no longer in my mother's room but in the hallway where the walls were red and dripping and the floor was wet and sticky. Mommy lay at my feet but something was wrong. Where were mommy's legs?

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Percy woke with a start, a groan leaving her lips as the the movement jostled her bruised ribs. She'd wrapped them like she'd been taught the night before, but all her tossing and turning in her sleep did very little to help. Her breathing settled and her heart slowed down as the last vestiges of her reoccurring nightmare slipped away. It was the same one she'd always had; in all the years of her treatment, it had never gone away. In reality she didn't expect it to.

Nana, who'd taken up residency on the other side of her bed, looked on in concern. In the months since her adoption, she'd realized the nightmares her owner suffered from were normal, but that didn't mean the pup worried any less. She nuzzled into Percy's side and licked her hand to comfort her. It was in her nature to try and help. When Percy spared her a smile as she played with her fur, Nana felt better having helped her owner, and curled back up into bed.

After her shower, Percy paused in her bathroom to look at the damage. When she'd gotten home way after midnight, she'd quickly bandaged the scratches and wrapped her ribs before promptly falling into bed. She hadn't even taken her sleeping pills, knowing they'd be overkill and that she wouldn't wake up in time for school if she did. Now, though, she pulled back the bandaging and winced. Four jagged claw marks marred the fair skin of her otherwise smooth stomach. They weren't deep enough to need stitches, she determined, and the bleeding had mostly stopped, so she stuck the gauze back down and padded over to her closet.

She opted for a leather circle skirt that sat high on her waist to cover her bandages (and hopefully not irritate them) and a tucked in a sleeveless denim shirt. She slipped her feet into her favorite chucks to complete her outfit. Percy wasn't girly, per say, but she found herself putting some effort into her appearance for the first day back, and if she was being honest, the summer leading up to the first day as well. Besides, she'd actually shaved her legs that day and she figured if she'd put in the effort to pick up the razor, then she could at least show off a bit. In her opinion, her legs were one of her best features. She let her dark hair dry in waves and swiped on a bit of eyeliner and mascara to brighten her tired green eyes and her favorite flavored lip balm to soften her dry lips.

She was filling Nana's bowls when her dog trotted into the living room, a familiar bright, orange bottle between her teeth. Percy groaned at the thought of taking her medication but realized she preferred the small grayish colored pill to an extended stay in a psych ward if she were to have a breakdown. She quickly chugged down a glass of water with her pill before petting her Nana in thanks, and racing out the door, her skateboard in hand.

By the time she got to school, the guys were already waiting for her. Stiles was the first to notice her and he couldn't help but watch the natural way in which her hips swayed in her skirt or the way her skirt moved to flash more of the skin of her thighs as she hurried to their side. He quickly looked away, before he could be caught staring. "Has he shown it to you yet," she asked, a little out of breath from her ride. Stiles shook his head and they both turned their attention to Scott as he pulled up his shirt.

Percy winced when she saw the big bloody bandage, and her hand rubbed subconsciously at her own marks. "Uh, wow," said Stiles as his face scrunched up in sympathy and disgusts. He reached out to touch it but Scott flinched away before he could. He turned to Percy next, his hands reaching to pull her shirt up as well but she knocked his hand away.

"Trying to undress me and you haven't even taken me out on a first date yet Stilinski," she teased and Stiles blushed. Scott was smirking too and he shook his head at his friends' antics, wondering when the two would get together. They'd been like that for years with the teasing, although Percy was the main instigator, even when she had been dating Jackson back in middle school. Percy found her mind wandering to what a date with Stiles would be like before she shook her head and turned her attention back to her best friends.

"So, uh, what attacked you guys," Stiles managed to ask although he was still blushing. He was trying to keep his mind out of the gutter, but he was a hormonal teenage boy and it was hard.

"It was too dark to see much, but, uh, I'm pretty sure it was wolf," answered Scott as the trio started toward the school building. When Stiles looked to Percy for conformation, the girl nodded and he looked at his friends in disbelief.

"A wolf bit you," he asked, completely unbelieving. "Nope, not a chance."

"We heard a wolf howling."

"No you didn't."

Scott scoffed. "What do you mean no we didn't? How do you know what we heard?"

"Because California doesn't have wolves," explained Stiles. "Okay? Not in, like, sixty years." Percy knew that, which is why she hadn't said anything. She couldn't figure out how the thing they saw, which sure as hell looked like some type of mutated wolf thing, fit in with the fact that wolves hadn't been sighted in California since before even their parents had been born.

"Really," asked Scott. He too was trying to make sense of what had attacked them if there weren't any wolves in California. The thing on his side looked a lot like the wolf bites he'd googled pictures of the night before when he was staring at it in his room. None of this was making any sense to him.

"Yes really. There are no wolves in California."

Scott shook his head. He was confused and too tired to argue with Stiles over what had bit him. "Alright, well if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you definitely won't believe me when I say that we found the other half of the body."

Stiles looked at them in excitement. "Dude, are you kidding me?"

Percy laughed and nodded. "Yes, dufus we found it. No thanks to you," she added with a mock glare.

"Yeah, I wish. I don't know how Percy's laughing. I'm gonna have nightmare for a month." Percy didn't share his concern. She knew that there wasn't any more room in her subconscious to house nightmares. The one she had nightly would suffice.

Stiles looked like he wanted to leap for joy. He'd always found this crime stuff fascinating and he couldn't help but be excited that his friends had actually found the body when the police couldn't. "That is freaking awesome. I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that has happened to this town since," he seemed to struggle for words but he soon found them when a familiar red head walked by. "Since the birth of Lydia Martin," he continued as he turned to follow her movements like a loyal puppy. Both his best friends seemed to glare at the back of his head, Scott with a look of disbelief and Percy with a look that flashed hurt before it was quickly replaced by equal parts of anger and disappointment. Scott caught it though, and he flashed her a sympathetic smile, one Percy weekly returned. It seemed that everybody but Stiles had noticed her crush on him. Scott had always felt it there, even before Percy did, but she seemed to realize it herself that summer. Scott had noticed that she'd started acting more like a, well, like a girl. Not that she hadn't before, but she'd always been a bit of a tomb boy that wasn't afraid to keep up with them, and while Scott knew that she was a girl, he'd only ever seen her as his best friend, just one of the guys, and he knew Stiles did too. But that summer, he'd realized just how attractive his best friend was with her heart shaped face, her bright shining green eyes, and her dazzling smile. She's stared wearing skirts and dresses and things and, while he knew she had all the girly bits and bolts and stuff, he realized that she actually had things like breasts and legs and other features that he and Stiles had noticed about all girls, except for her. That summer, he'd realized for the first time why a pig like Jackson had wanted to date her in middle school, and he wondered when Stiles would realize it too.

Across from them, Stiles was still watching Lydia. "Hey Lydia," he called. "You look…like you're gonna ignore me," he sighed when she and he friends kept walking. He noticed the look on Percy's face, the disappointed look she'd been giving him all summer when he brought up the redhead. He didn't know why she was giving it to him but he didn't like it. She and Lydia had never been on good terms but she'd never looked at him like that when he'd voiced his crush. Disgust yeah, he could handle her disgust, they'd been friends for years so disgust came with the territory, but he found that the look of disappointment unsettled him and he couldn't pinpoint why.

"You're the cause of this, you know," he said, as he instead turned his attention outwards toward Scott. Scott made some noncommittal sound of agreement while Percy scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Dragging me down to your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association. I've been scarlet-nerded by you and so has Percy." Although Stiles was joking, he did wonder why Percy had continued to hang out with them. He knew that her relationship with Jackson had ended the summer before freshman year because of her friendship with them. She'd been one of the best forwards on the JV soccer team freshmen year and she'd even made it to varsity cross country team, so she had a pretty decent level of popularity. She could have gone on to sit with people like Lydia but she stayed with them. He wondered why?

Percy scoffed at Stiles again, and with a shake of her head, she wandered off in search of her first class. Both Stiles and Scott stopped on the top step and shared a look as she sauntered down the hall. Stiles, like always, was the first to open his mouth. "What crawled up her skirt?" Scott, with a knowing smile, just shook his head at the two of them and followed Percy down hall, a confused Stiles trailing behind him.

"But if you play, I'll have no one to talk to on the bench," Stiles whined as he and Scott, with Percy walking between them, made their way out to the lacrosse field. "You're really gonna do that to your best friend?"

"I can't sit out again. My whole life is sitting on the sidelines. This season I make first line." He glanced back at Allison and Percy smiled as she watched him. She made a mental note to talk to the new girl sometime during practice, because if the looks they were sharing were anything to go by, she was going to have a blast setting the two up.

"McCall," Finstock called, forcing Scott to stop staring at the new girl. "You're on goal." Percy listened as coach basically told Scott that he was on goal to give the players a confidence boost. Percy winced on his account but gave him a reassuring smile as she pulled on Scott's team hoodie to show her support and made her way over to the bleachers.

"Hey," she said when she'd made her way over to Lydia and the new girl. "It's Allison, right?" The brunette nodded.

"You're in my English class right? Would you like to sit with us," she asked, ignoring the look Lydia gave her. Percy nodded and smiled before smoothing down her skirt and taking a seat beside her.

"Mhm, thanks. I'm Percy." The too shook hands and Percy turned to Lydia. "Hello Lydia," she managed to force out, her voice growing noticeably colder. Allison looked between the two and shifted awkwardly at the tension she could feel there.

Lydia flashed her a hard smile, followed by an overly disdainful hello before turning her attention back to the field. She'd never much cared for Percy although they'd always been fairly courteous towards one another since they shared many of the same classes. Percy was one of the few that knew just how smart Lydia was in spite of the dumbed down role she pretended to play. But their interactions had turned downright frigid when Lydia had started dating Jackson.

Allison and Percy were talking about Allison's move when she tried to casually ask about the goalie on the field. Percy couldn't help but flash a knowing smirk and Allison blushed at being caught. She'd told Lydia that they shared a class when she'd asked why she wanted to know, but Percy knew better than to believe that was the only reason for her curiosity.

"His name is Scott. Scott McCall. And he's—," she was cut off though by the sound of ball knocking Scott flat on his back. She flinched on behalf of her friend and she and Stiles shared a look as they watched the embarrassed teen climb to his feet as just about everyone outside laughed at him, including Finstock. She flashed him a thumbs up in encouragement as he took his position in the goal, and she prayed that he'd catch the next ball. She cheered in astonishment when he did, ignoring the looks people were sending her. He and everyone else on the field looked just as astonished as she did, and they continued to look that way as he caught the next one, and the next. Soon, others had joined Percy in cheering on her best friend, including Allison.

She was worried, though when Jackson cut in front of another player and took his spot. She wasn't surprised though. She knew Jackson hated when people invaded his territory, and to him, lacrosse was his home turf. She waited on baited breath as Jackson ran across the field and jumped into the air as he launched his ball at Scott. She shot to her feet when he caught it, quickly followed my Stiles. "Yeah," she yelled. "Go Scotty!"

"I didn't realize your boyfriend was so good." She looked at Allison in bewilderment before her nose wrinkled in mild disgust.

"No, no, no. Ew, I'm not dating Scott. He's cute, I'll admit but that's just…no. That's wrong so many levels, like incest wrong. He's like a brother to me. Like I said, he's cute but he's all yours Allison," responded Percy with a toothy grin.

Allison blushed even redder than before. "I'm sorry. That's not uh….I didn't mean to….uh what I meant to say, uh, is…" Percy laughed as she watched her trip over her words. Allison sighed and peeked out from under her bangs. "It's, uh, that obvious, huh?" Percy nodded and held her thumb and index finger together as if to say 'just a little.'

"Don't worry," she said, patting the brunette's back. "I'll put in a good word for you." With a wink, she was off, leaving Allison to shake her had at her in amusement and smile, her cheeks red as she wondered what it would be like to date Scott.

Percy was still grinning as she made her way to the boys' locker room. That grin faded though when she ran into a freshly showered Jackson.

"Well, well. Look who's here." His voice was deceivingly chipper, but Percy knew him well enough to hear the menacing undertone in his voice and the dangerous gleam in his eyes. Percy stumbled back a step but halted and chose to stand her ground instead. She knew he was still smarting from Scott showing him up on the field, and his wounded ego coupled with his already aggressive attitude made for an even bigger bully then he normally was. When he was like this, he could practically smell weakness and it seemed to egg him on more. He was looking for someone to take his frustrations out on and Percy had a huge target painted on her back.

"Waiting for tweedle and tweedle dumb I see," he said as he took a step towards her, purposely invading her space. Percy did her best to stand her ground though, squaring her shoulders and raising her chin slightly. "I still don't get why you hang out with those dorks."

Percy shrugged. "And I still don't get why I wasted my time dating you. I guess we'll both never know, huh." She made a point of side stepping Jackson but his hand wrapped around her upper arm and forced her to stay put.

"Hey! I'm not done talking to you." Percy tried to yank out of his grip but he was stronger than her and he had more than fifty pounds on her so her fighting did little to help.

"I don't care Jackson. I was done talking to you the minute we broke up. Now get your hands off me." Quickly she pressed down on the pressure point in his wrist, and when his grip loosened, yanked her arm away. She turned to leave but Jackson was still in his mood and he wasn't done with her just yet. He lunged for her with every intention to yank her back towards him so he could finish what he had to say, but this time, Percy was prepared. She moved to the side, grabbing his outstretched arm and using his momentum to execute a throw just like she'd been taught. Jackson landed on his back hard enough to daze him and Percy pulled back on his forearm and wrist just enough to show that she wasn't messing around.

Stiles was the first to reach her, with Scott right behind him. Both had been leaving the locker room when they heard the thump of a body hitting the floor. They were surprised to find Percy on her feet with Jackson sprawled out in front her, his arm bent back in a painful position. They shared a look before both boys grabbed Percy and hauled her away, fearing Jackson's retribution. Finally away from Jackson, Percy realized that throwing Jackson hadn't been her best idea. He was the type of person to hold a grudge and the way she had embarrassed him she knew that he'd find a way to make her pay for it soon enough.

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