The three of us stand in the Sheriff's office, crowded around Stiles's phone, listening to Allison's over the speaker phone.

"If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing then he probably doesn't know someone's controlling him."

"Or doesn't rememeber." Scott adds.

"What if it's the same kind of thing that happened to Lydia when she took off from the hospital?" Adds Stiles.

"A fugue state." Allison confirms.

"Then he would have forgotten everything that happened. The murder, returning home... Washing the blood off..." I mutter, just loud enough for them all to hear me.

"But he had help with one thing. The video. Someone else helped him forget that..." Stiles mentions.

"Whoever's controlling him." Scott confirms.

"Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?" Allison speaks up.

"He thinks he's still becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing." Stiles explains.

"So do we try to convince him he's not?"

"If it helps us figure out who's controlling him, then yeah." Scott mutters.

"You think he'll talk to us after what we did?"

"Yeah. Totally. Right?" Stiles asks. Oh boy was he wrong.

"You will not go within fifty feet of Jackson Whittemore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically." The Sheriff reads from a clipboard. While I was not the one getting a restraining order, I still felt like I was being told off. Melissa stood next to me at the back of the room, occasionally glancing towards me, but mainly giving ashamed looks at the two boys. The Sheriff was also giving the same look to them, as this would now affect his job reputation.

"What about school?" Stiles asks.

"You can attend classes while maintaining a fifty foot distance." Stilinski answers back.

"What if we both have to go to the bathroom at the same time and there's only two stalls right next to each other?" And he had to make it worse. After a stern glare from his father, he replies. "I'll just hold it."

As we walk out of the interrogation room, I try to escape, before being pulled back by Melissa.

"Oh no, I'll deal with you in a minute." She grabs Scott with her other hand, pulling us both down the corridor from the Stilinski's. She's got to have some kind of death grip or something.

"It's not just this. Although, a restraining order is a low I didn't think you'd reach quite this soon. It's everything on top of it. The completely bizarre behavior, the late nights coming home, having to beg Mr. Harris to let you make up the Chemistry test you missed."

"I missed a Chemistry test?" Scott asks blankly.

"Really, Scott? Really?" She scolds.

From the corner of my eye, I see the Sheriff go back into the interrogation room, leaving Stiles awkwardly standing behind Melissa.

"I have to ground you. I'm grounding you. You're grounded."

"What about work?"

"Fine. Other than work. And no TV."

"The TV's broken."

"Then no computer."

"I need my computer for school."

"Then no..." She turns, seeing Stiles looking on from behind her. "No Stiles."

"No Stiles?" Said person complains.

"No Stiles!" He flinches as she turns back to Scott. "And no more car privileges. Give me your key."

He complies, both of us watching as she struggles to take the car key off the steel ring.

"Oh, for the love of God..."

"Mom, let me do it. Mom? Mom, will you just... Mom." He takes her hands in his large ones. She meets his concerned gaze, then looks to me.

"What's going on with you? Both of you? Is this about Allison? Isaac?" Still behind her, Stiles shakes his head furiously.

"You really want to know?"

"Yes."

As Stiles continues to shake his head, Scott presses his lips together, unable to blurt out our secrets. So I do it instead.

"The thing is, I couldn't take all the rumors about me after Isaac left, so I ran away to clear my mind, and then I found Isaac so I stayed with him, and then his charges were dropped, but I didn't want to lose him again so I-" I ramble all in one big breath.

"Ok, ok Nadia. It's fine, I understand. A lot has changed in your life too fast." She smiles, then turns to Scott. "Is it about your father?"

Stiles, who was momentarily in a trance due to my ramble, begins to nod his head so fast I think it might fall off.

"It is, isn't it?" Melissa asks again.

Giving in, Scott nods. He then carefully takes the keys from his mother and removes the car key, passing it back to her.

"Okay, we'll talk about it at home. All of us. I'll bring the car around." She walks away, Stiles taking her place.

"What the heck was that Nadia? Where did that come from?" He looks at me in awe and confusion.

"Well, it was partly true. And Scott froze up so I had to say something." I smile, turning to Scott who was looking to where his mother went.

"I'm the worst son ever."

"Yeah, I'm not winning any prizes either." He nods back to the interrogation room, where through the window we could see Mr. Whittemore shouting at the Sheriff. His face reddening as he jabs an angry finger at him. We then turn to see Jackson sitting in the waiting area, a douche-bag smile on his face.

I wake up the next morning still tired. Having barely any sleep the last two days, the little I did get on a hard wooden crate, aswell as all the emotional trauma I've had to go through, really took it out of me. It was nice to sleep in a proper bed again. Hell, it was nice to get some sleep. I tried to hide from the sun pouring through a crack in my curtains, but Melissa just came in and pulled them back even further.

"Come on, time for school. Breakfast's downstairs." She said in a motherly tone, one I hadn't heard in years.

"Okay." I groggily replied, sitting up and wiping my face for any drool. When I looked up, I found her standing by the door and smiling at me. I smiled back, unsure of what else to do.

"You know Nadia, it's just been me and Scott for so long, it'll be nice to have another girl around the house." I gave her a confused look. "A letter came yesterday. I am now legally your guardian. If that's alright with you?" She says with an unsure smile.

I stare at her, letting it all process in my mind. I have a home again. A proper home. One where I'll be taken be care of and not abused. A smile takes over my face, I jump out of bed, running to her and giving her a hug.

"Thank you." I whisper. She returns my hug, squeezing me in response.

"Now come on, you'll be late for school."

Having a free period first has it's benefits. Usually I catch up on any homework I need to do or have a quick nap. But no. Here I am, standing in the middle of the library, hiding inbetween the shelves, waiting for Allison. Seeing her approach, I flash her a smile which she returns.

Unzipping her bag, she pulls out a tablet and passes it through the gap in the shelves. Scott grabs it, showing the screen to Stiles. Seeing as Scott and Allison aren't allowed to be seen together, this is how they have to talk, out of view of the cameras. I'm here on this side as a cover for Allison. If someone walks past, it'll just look like we're having a conversation and not a secret rondevu.

"It's everything Lydia could translate. And trust me, she was very confused." Unfortunately, the Bestiary was written in Arcaic Latin, which none of us could read. Except Lydia.

"What did you tell her?" Scott asks.

"That we're part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." She scoffs.

"I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." Stiles says with a straight face. I lift my hand to my mouth, trying not to laugh as he is actually serious.

"Oh." A little frown appears on his face at Allison's reply. I turn to Allison, unable to look at Stiles any longer in risk blushing at the thoughts that will no doubt pop into my head.

"Why does Lydia know Arcaic Latin?" I know she's clever but I didn't actually know how clever.

"She said she got bored of normal Latin." She says in disbelief. Wow, Lydia must be cleverer than I thought.

"Does it say how to find out who's controlling him?" Scott asks, previously transfixed by the tablet.

"Not really. But Stiles was right about murderers. It calls the Kanima a weapon of vengeance. There's a story in there about a South American priest who used the Kanima to execute murderers in his village-"

"So maybe it's not all bad." Stiles interrupts.

"Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to." She glares at him.

"All bad. All very bad."

"Here's the thing, though. The Kanima's actually supposed to be a werewolf. But it can't be until..." A teacher walks past, making Allison pause and turn to me. Scott finishes her sentence as the teacher disappears. "Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it." He reads from the Bestiary.

"If that means Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could've told you that myself." I roll my eyes at Stiles' comment. Yes Jackson is a jerk, but he used to be a nice person. He's just had a really crappy life.

"What if it has to do with his parents? His real parents." Allison suggests.

"Does anybody actually know what happened to them?" Scott asks. I open my mouth to reply when Stiles beats me to it.

"Lydia might."

"What if she doesn't know anything?"

"She will. They were close friends before they got together. They told each other everything." I reply. I should know, I was part of their friends group in Elementary school.

"Well, he didn't get a restraining order against me. So I'll try talking to him myself." Allison speaks up confidentily.

"What do I do?" Scott asks worridly.

"You've got a make-up exam, remember? For a few hours you need to concentrate on not failing out of high school. Otherwise, you're not going to be helping anyone." Scott looks to Stiles and I, as we nod to back her up. "Promise me."

She reaches her hand inbetween the books to take his hand. I look awkwardly at Stiles, feeling like we were intruding on a prescious private moment. Their touch immediately calms him down, something I had noticed from my short time with them.

"Okay." Scott sighs, squeezing Allison's hand. "But if Jackson does anything, you run the other way."

"I can take care of myself." She reassures him, a look of annoyance taking over her face.

"If you get hurt while I'm busy with a stupid test, someone's going to need to take care of me. If he does anything..."

"Like?"

"Anything weird, bizarre, anything."

"Anything evil." Stiles interrupts, poking his head through the gap inbetween the books. Allison simply nods to Scott as I push Stiles head back through the shelf, a book falls in his place, blocking the boys from our view.

As I leave another boring class, a blur of plaid and strawberry blonde hurries past me who I instantly recognise as Lydia and Stiles. I follow after them, curious that what they're talking about as I catch a little of it.

"But you are telling me you could tell me something if you wanted to tell me?"

"Was that a question?" Lydia stops for a second to try and make sense of his statement. She seems just as confused as me. I casually lean against a nearby locker, trying not to be seen.

"It felt like a question." Oh dear. Stiles has managed to confuse himself.

"Well, tell me if this feels like an answer: No." She walks off again, Stiles following her like a lost puppy. My heart breaks a little at the sight. It's always been hard to see him pine after her, but it still kills me a little inside.

Just as I push off to follow them, I catch sight of Erica watching me intensly. She smirks at me before following after Stiles and Lydia, stalking them like they're her prey.

I try to rush after them but a hoard of freshmen block my way. When I eventually find them again, Lydia is nowhere to be seen, but Erica has Stiles pushed up against the wall with her hand on his chest. I skid to a hault, jealousy and anger boiling up inside of me, tears threatening to escape my eyes. She knows how I feel about him, we may not have told each other everything, but I told her that. I knew she liked him too, who couldn't, he was so nice and funny and cute and...

But you made a deal! My conscience reminds me. When we first admitted it to each other, we promised that we wouldn't do anything to persue it. Not that we actually would, we were both too awkward and shy to. But then Erica changed, she changed in everyway.

I see Erica walk away after a heated argument, Stiles following after. I wipe away the single tear that had escaped, stalking after the two. They turn a corner before Stiles speaks again. Erica spins on the spot to face him, noticing me right behind him, but doesn't show it.

"You can't tell Derek. There's more to this, a lot more you don't know about. And just because you got the Alpha Bite Makeover doesn't mean you have a license to go around destroying people." He rants to her, making her angry, fed up of always being put down. I sort of sympathised with her, I was exactly the same for most of my life.

"Why not? It's all they ever did to me. You know, I used to have the worst crush in the world on you. Yes, you, Stiles. And you never once noticed me." She glances at me before looking back at him. "And I wasn't the only one. There was someone else who had the exact same crush on you, only she didn't grow out of her crush. I did. You never noticed her either. You still haven't. You never once spoke to her, or even gave her a second glance." I notice water leaking out of the boys locker room. "Exactly how you're not noticing her right now."

I rush forward, pushing past Stiles and turning Erica around.

"Erica, shut up and look." Her gaze locks on to the water seeping from underneath the door into the corridor, when the door smashes open abruptly. A dripping wet Scott and Jackson burst out, in the middle of a fight. Allison walks out behind them, unable to do anything.

Erica runs forward to grab Jackson, while Stiles grabs Scott, trying to break them apart. Something in the corner of my eye stops me from helping my friends, blocking everything out. Matt, who had been knocked to the floor, picks the tablet out of Scott's bag, looking at the last page on it: The Bestiary. I go to take a step forward to grab it back when Mr. Harris blocks my path.

"Enough!" He goes to break up the fight, while Matt taps the screen a few more times.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I half shout at him, startling him. He looks from me to Scott, passing the tablet back to him.

"I think you dropped this." But Mr. Harris yanks the tablet out of his hand, pointing at Jackson and Scott with it.

"You and you. Actually..." He turns to look at all of us. "All of you. Detention. Three o'clock."

Great.

When three o'clock finally rolls around, we're all seperated from each other.

"We can't be in detention together. I have a restraining order against these tools." Jackson complains to Harris, not bothering to sit down. I sit next to Allison, not wanting to be near Erica right now. She nearly revealed my secret to Stiles, one she promied to keep.

In the end, Scott and Stiles end up moving to a different table, Erica on her own one, which leaves Jackson to come sit with Matt, Allison and I. I turn to Allison to say somehing when I see her watching Erica, who is looking at Stiles and Scott with interest. Oh God, I think. What's she up to now?

A rustling sound breaks my focus. Matt brings a bag of potato chips out of his bag, offering one to Jackson, who glares in response. He offers one to Allison, who takes one and smiles. Traitor. She notices my look and shrugs. I look expectantly at Matt, waiting for my chip. But he avoids my gaze, finishing off the packet. I glare at him, I really wanted one, I'm hungry.

Meanwhile, Jackson sits with his head in his hand, a pained expression taking over his face. He raises his other hand, asking to go to the bathroom.

"You all right?" Wow. Harris seems concerned for once. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Jackson stands up. "You don't look so good."

"I just need some water." He mutters. He leaves the room, Harris close behind him.

"No one leaves their seat." He orders us before exiting. As soon as he does, Scott and Stiles rush over to Erica's table. My heart drops for the second time today as I see Stiles seat close to Erica, all three staring at her laptop. I lean forward slightly, trying in vain to hear their conversation. Right now would be a great time to be a wolf. Erica raises her voice slightly, allowing me to hear her comment to Stiles.

"Maybe I never got over that crush. Or maybe I'm trying to help an old friend out." Her eyes meet mine, a kind look in her eyes, making Stiles whip his head round to me. I gasp, spinning to Allison, pretending to be in a conversation with her. I turn back to Erica a minute later, smiling at my long lost friend.

"Scott McCall to the Principle's Office, please." The PA system cracks out. After sharing a look with Allison, he gets up and leaves.

Jackson and Harris reappear shortly after, a disturbed look on Jackson's face, which everyone notices. He sits back down and glares at the table. Allison and I share a concerned sound of Mr. Harris zipping his bag fills the air, making us all begin to pack up. His chuckle stops us.

"Oh no, I'm sorry. Yes, I'm leaving, but none of you are. You may go when you're done with the reshelving." He points to the trolley of overflowing books. "Enjoy the rest of your evening."

Scott, Stiles, Erica, Allison and I huddle together as we quickly reshelves all the books.

"It means he was born after his mother died. By C-section. They had to pull him out of her dead body." Stiles whispers. I sigh, having heard this from Jackson his self already.

"You guys do realise I already know all this. I tried to tell you earlier, I could've told you about Jackson's past. We used to be friends, rememeber?"

"Wait, what?" Stiles stares at me in confusion.

"So was it an accident or not?" Allison asks irritated, knowing know isn't the best time for arguments.

"The word all over the report is inconclusive." He replies. still staring blankly at me.

"Then his parents could have been murdered?" Scott asks, trying to make sense of the information.

"If they were it falls in line with the Kanima myth. It seeks out and kills murderers."

"But for Jackson? Or for whoever's controlling him?" Allison asks.

"We have to talk to him. We have to tell him." Scott takes a few steps back.

"He's not going to listen-" She gets interrupted by Scott walking away.

Glass breaking and lights sparking overhead cause Erica to follow after him. The three of us stay put, probably safer where we are than there. Something jumping on the top of the stacks, making lights burst and shatter, forcing Stiles, Allison and I to back away.

"Look out-" Stiles yells, pulling Allison and I out of the way, but it's too late. A blurred figure races between the rows too fast, causing Erica to stumble to the floor, a hand on her neck.

"Erica!" I scream, breaking out of Stiles' hold and rushing to her side. I push her onto her back to look at her eyes. A scared look fills them, a look I am unfortunately too familiar with. She's about to have a seizure. Pulling her onto her side, I sit behind her and hold her hands. I continue the normal routine of trying to calm her while the chaos still surrounds us.

I feel a hand on my shoulder as Erica begins to shake, the tremors rippling through her body.

"I think... I think she's having a seizure." I hear Stiles say behind me. I can only nod in response. Erica is violently shaking by now, my small, weak human body unable to hold her werewolf one still. I feel myself crying with her, hating that I can't help her like I used to. Stiles has to help me in the end, barely able to hold her himself. I half smile at him, grateful for his help, which he returns.

"We need to get her to a hospital." Stiles turns to Scott. Erica grabs at his wrist.

"Derek - only Derek." She stutters uncontrolably, making him nod. I pull her to me slightly, stroking her hair.

"When we get to the hospital-" Scott begins to speak before I stop him.

"If she says take her to Derek, we take her to Derek. You don't have a choice about this." I say through gritted teeth, annoyed that he just ignored her request. Erica squeezes my hand as I pull her more onto my lap.

Allison and Scott have a heated discussion as I nudge Stiles with my shoulder.

"Th-thanks for helping me with her. She's a bit too strong for me now." I half-heartedly laugh.

"It's fine, really. I don't mind helping you." He smiles, staring into my eyes. He really does have golden flakes in his eyes. They widen suddenly, like he's said something wrong. "I-I mean, helping you with-with her, you know, cause she's seizuring a-and stuff... Uh, Scott we ready to go?" He looks away to Scott, his face begining to turn red. I just smile at him, as Scott helps to lift Erica up of the floor.

Scott carries Erica into the Railstaion as Stiles and I get the door. She's hardly moving now, strained breaths leaving her pale lips.

"Derek? Derek!" I shout, making two glowing red eyes appear in the shadows.

"I thought I told you never to come back here, Nadia." His voice echos through the empty building.

"Oh I don't care Derek. Erica's hurt so just come out and help her. You can deal with me later. Please!" This causes him to rush out, having seen Erica's weak body in Scotts arms. He takes her from him, telling us to follow him into the empty train. He places her on a table, directing a light over her arm.

"Is she dying?" Stiles asks in concern, holding her back to his chest. I glare at him, annoyed that he even thought of that possibility.

"She might. Which is why this is going to hurt." Before we could say anything, Derek grabs her arm and presses down, causing it to break. Erica screams in agony, which makes me burst into tears again. Scott pulls me to his side, rubbing my arm in a way to comfort me.

"You broke her arm?"

"It'll trigger the healing process. I also have to get the venom out. That's the part that's going to hurt." He presses down on her arm again, making her shriek as blood mixed with Kanima venom spill onto the floor. She collapses into Stiles's arms, barely able to stay conscious.

"Stiles..." She whispers. He pushes the hair from her face, giving her a look I have only seen him give to Lydia. My heart breaks yet again, the third time today, at the sight. Of course the look he gave me earlier meant nothing. I was just deluding myself. "You make... a good... Batman... Just not to me." She looks to me, motioning me over.

"Hey, Erica. How you feeling?" I smile sadly at her, but she ignores my question.

"Next time... you wanna have a... cutsie moment, wait... wait til after my... seizure." I laugh at her sarcaastic tone as she lets out another shakey breathe, closing her eyes and passing out, all her energy gone.

Derek and Scott leave to talk about werewolf things, while Stiles and I remain by Erica's sleeping side. He lays her down on the table as I hold her hand, taking a seat next to her.

"What, urm, what do you think she meant by 'a cutsie moment'?" He looks to me, hands behind his head. I turn to him, a blank look on my face as to hide my crushing emotions.

"No idea." I squeeze her hand, even though she can't feel it.

"Right... Hey, did you know she had a crush on me?" I turn to him again, giving him a 'are you kidding me?' look. "Yeah, apparently someone else does too. She used to be your best friend, right? Who-who do you think it is?" He takes a seat opposite me, staring at me intensely.

I stare back at him, matching his gaze.

"She still is but... I don't know. She never told me. It was a secret." I smile and sigh, looking down at my hand in hers.

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