[I finally decided to go through with a Stiles/OC thing, so I hope I'm not disappointing anyone. At least Derek and Vicky got some action. Keep reading! Because we need to find Jackson]

Two days had gone by since the party and no one could find Jackson. At first they thought that he'd just gone back to his parent's house, but after finally reaching his father, they confirmed that he was officially missing. Apparently his father hadn't seen him since last summer, so he was kind of surprised that Jackson was back in town without getting in touch.

They had tried to search the woods again, without any trace of Jackson, they hadn't found a single clue to where he could be – and they were now starting to realize that this could be another kill. They just hadn't found Jackson yet. Lydia was so worried she had decided to start calling some of the people she knew at the party, she'd been doing it all day.

After the egg-breakfast that Vicky had made, everyone was in good spirits. It was like being in a military camp right after a week of hell without food or water, and they'd now been saved and everything was going to be okay. That was how this all felt, so no one was really worried about Jackson except Lydia. Scott had taken Derek, Isaac, Malia and Liam out in the woods to try and track him, while Vicky, Kira, Stiles and Lydia stayed back at Derek's loft.

It was probably the worst hours of Vicky's life. After Derek it had been kind of awkward to just be around Stiles, she felt like she was doing something bad, like really bad. She liked him, a lot, she'd realized that, and it had probably been there forever, she just never had him in front of her like she had him now. They were playing this boring board game to make the time pass.

She was looking at him uncontrollably, and every time she did, he looked at her and there was just this whole awkward situation where Stiles touched her hand by mistake and it felt like fireworks. Stiles felt it too, and when it happened he kind of just wanted to take her hand and hold it, but that would be awkward since their board game required both hands. He pulled his hand back, and he immediately felt bad about it. He got this sensation that he was letting her down, but he knew that couldn't be the fact. She hadn't shown him one sign since that kiss that she wanted him. There was no way, it was like it was with Lydia, she was just too good for him.

[o]

Vicky decided that she wanted to redecorate her apartment, just a little. Re-arrange some furniture, just do something – so when she asked the others if they wanted to help her, only Stiles said yes. Of course. She thought, like it couldn't get any more awkward.

"I think I'm going to move the TV over where the bed stands, and then move the bed to where the TV was, and then I want to move those tables over there and maybe get up this picture I've been meaning to get up for months" she explained as she was pointing at the furniture and where they would stand to Stiles. He liked the idea, right now, her bed was the first thing you saw when you opened her door, it was like on display for everyone. Having it in a more, hidden position would be a nice thing since no one knocked in this place.

They started moving the TV, which was heavy, but because of Vicky's superhero powers, they were done in a second. She did most of the lifting. And when they were done, Vicky stood there proud of what they'd managed to do in there. It looked more cozy.

"This is so destroying the little testosterone I had" Stiles said as he fell into the bed, tired and sweaty from moving the furniture around. "It's like you chopped off my testicles and took them yourselves" he added. Vicky was in what should have been a bedroom, but what she used as a storage room, and pulled out this beautiful room divider that she'd found in a vintage store a few years back. She put it by the side of the bed, hiding it even more than before and smiled to Stiles whom was breathing like a dog.

"I think it looks great, I just need to get that picture up" she replied laughing. She stretched out her hand to Stiles, and just as he took it the fireworks started again. It was like electricity shooting up their arms, filling their bodies. Vicky gasped and looked down at Stiles who was feeling the exact same thing. He took her hand and she pulled him up. He landed so close to her that she could feel the tip of his nose against hers. His brown eyes staring into hers. She wanted him, his hand was still holding hers, and her mind wandered right back to that night when he kissed her. How intimate it had been. Stiles stepped back and started walking to the room where she had all her stuff, and Vicky felt the space between them expand until she couldn't feel it anymore. Damn it, she thought, she should have taken that opportunity.

She walked after him to the room and started searching through some old stuff that she had. Stiles pulled up this Beacon Hills lacrosse team sweater and looked at her confused holding it up.

"It was my brother's, he was the team captain actually" she said and smiled. She hadn't really thought about Matt for a long time. She always pushed him out of her thoughts. How she'd wished for him to get the same strength that she had. Maybe he would have been alive today.

"Cool" Stiles replied and smiled, but he immediately saw the impression the sweater had on Vicky. He could see the blank eyes, the thoughtful look on her face. "You should wear it" he said and smiled handing the sweater to her. Ever since his mom had died, he'd been holding on to this one item of his mom's, and it was a ring that she'd worn all the time. He'd hid it in his dresser in a sock for all these years, taking it out sometimes just to look at it. At one point he had it on a necklace around his neck, but it was so girly that it looked kind of weird him having it. Vicky smiled and pulled on the sweater, feeling the old perfume her brother had used fill her heart. She felt closer to him in a way, and that felt good.

She found the pictures she wanted to have on the walls, but the largest was actually a piece done by Vicky of Vicky. It was a large canvas, almost the same length as Vicky was tall. It was a self portrait that she'd painted a few months back. Stiles helped her carry it out of the room and she decided to have it on the wall over the TV, so she found a ladder and held it while Stiles climbed up. He hated heights, but he had to at least do something manly. He was sure she had a light bulb somewhere that needed to be changed.

He hadn't seen the picture before he got down from the ladder and took a few steps back. It was a white canvas, but the colors were many, and they showed half of Vicky's face through her eyes, the other half covered by her hand. It felt sad, and all though he had no knowledge about art at all, he knew that this was something dark, something she'd made when she was sad.

"It's beautiful" he said, admiring it.

"I like it, but now when I see it up on the wall it feels kind of strange having the largest picture on your wall of yourself" she replied as she was thinking about removing it.

"No, not at all. I mean, I can see that it's you, but it's not flashy or anything like that, it's nice" he said and smiled to her. They got some more pictures up on the wall, and they both collapsed into the couch after hours of hard work. Hard work for Stiles at least.

"You have a really nice place here" Stiles said and smiled looking out on all the stuff she had. It was all kinds of things, like sand from this beach in Mexico in a glass bottle, or a small plant with glitter on it, like who did that? But he loved it, the creativity she had was amazing, how she could make all these different colors just work together making the place look so homey and nice. He looked over at her, she'd placed her feet on the coffee table and her head was resting on the sofa.

"Thanks, I like it, but I guess it's kind of messy" she replied and chuckled. "I've always liked mess" she added and looked over at Stiles.

"Yeah me too, I'm organized in a way, but it's always messy" he replied.

"Like organized mess" Vicky said, putting a name to it. They laid there for a while, just looking at each other without saying anything. And it was the first time that Stiles had seen how hypnotizing her eyes were. They grew darker and darker the further out in the iris you looked.

"No sign of Jackson anywhere" Isaac said as he walked inside Vicky's apartment, seeing Stiles and Vicky lying on the couch up close. "Seriously, we have to stop meeting like this" he added and chuckled as he sat down beside Vicky.

"No sign of him?" Vicky asked to confirm, she ignored the other comment.

"No sign, I'm starting to think that he either disappeared on his own, or someone took him, and they know how to hide him" Isaac replied.

"It's so weird, I was standing in the kitchen beside him the whole night" Stiles said. "How could he just disappear without me even knowing?" he added.

"Maybe he just walked off with some girl" Isaac proposed.

"Maybe he walked off on purpose, what if whoever is killing these people looks like us?" Vicky said. Both Isaac and Stiles looked at her with widened eyes. "What if it can disguise itself as one of us?" she added.

[o]

"We kind of thought about something" Vicky said as she looked at everyone who'd gathered in Derek's living room. Deaton had come too, because Vicky knew that they would need his help if they were ever going to find whoever did this to them. "Everyone who has been killed, has done it without defending themselves, and we know that it wasn't one of us" Vicky explained. "But what if it is one of us? We just can't see the difference" she added.

"What? You mean it's one of us?" Liam asked, obviously offended by her explanation.

"Yes and no. If someone is able to pose as one of us, it's not difficult to kill someone without making a sound" she said. "Ethan probably saw his brother, the way I felt Theo under my attack. I think that whoever is doing this is posing themselves as us" she explained and looked at Deaton. He nodded.

"Is that even possible?" Kira asked, she'd been so quiet in all of this, so Vicky was kind of surprised when she talked.

"It's possible, we call them skinwalkers" Deaton said looking at the kids gathered around him.

"Werewolves are skinwalkers" Derek said and looked at Deaton in confusion.

"Yes, but werewolves have a chosen form, you can only change into a wolf, there are hundreds of types of skinwalkers" Deaton said. "And some doesn't even have a chosen form" he explained.