A/N: Took me forever to finish this chapter, but honestly, what's new? Not a lot of Georgia/Stiles in this chapter, the next one has some!

Georgia Gets Nervous

Life had been easy, sure Georgia struggled with running the mile and sometimes her writing workshops interfered with her training, but that had been the extent of her struggles. She'd taken it for granted, that much was obvious. Her heart weighed heavily the walk up the door. Had Chris Argent been completely serious? Had their alliance fallen through the cracks because of Gerard? Her parents had to know, it wasn't as if she was their only information source. She was sure if Chris had told her, he'd certainly had the courtesy to call her parents and tell them the same warning. She wondered what her parents would say, if she were to ask them then.

By the time Georgia got home, her parents were already on the couch half asleep watching a movie. She didn't get a moment of peace before Allison called her. They'd found out what killed Isaac's dad, what had killed the boy from the garage. A kanima, Allison tried to explain the best she could only having bits and pieces of information. Georgia's mind wandered to when her parents would tell her of mystical creature in the night. Back then, they all felt like folk lore. She'd hardly paid attention, after all it was all creatures from far away, nothing that would actually wander the streets along side them, until now.

"We can't do this alone, Georgia." Allison said, her voice was still hushed. She could only assume she was in her car, avoiding anywhere her family could possibly hear her.

"I'll-" What could she do? Get her parents involved? Put them in danger that her herself didn't want to be in? Allison made it clear, if the Argents found it, they'd kill it, no question. She knew, she knew her parents wouldn't allow that, murder was the most unforgivable thing for them. "I can ask my parents about it, or see if I can find anything else on it."

"I wouldn't bother, Stiles' is already on it." Allison said, "Pretty sure he has a problem,"

"Pro-"

Allison's voice suddenly became high pitched, "Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow Georgia! Got to go!"

Georgia looked at her phone after the line went dead, she waited a few seconds putting her phone into her pocket. She padded down the stairs and into the kitchen, taking out a water bottle as the doorbell rang. What now? She could hardly have a night to herself with out something supernatural at her doorstep. She was almost tempted not to open the door. After looking into the peephole, she was thankful she did, her hand twisted the knob open to a red eyed Lydia. They didn't exchange words at first, Lydia's cut hands from the glass she's shattered in her mirror were bandaged, now linked with Georgia's as they talking about little things. The lacrosse game, how she was going to tell Connor that she didn't like him, what mall had the best stores. They should have been talking more about her hands, the therapy session, Jackson, Allison...but somehow they both couldn't bring themselves to talk about it.

Lydia was almost asleep, only one of their hands linked as they looked at the ceiling.

"Lyd," Georgia whispered, her eyes heavy. She got a hum in return, she was listening, "You're my best friend, you know that right?"

Lydia snorted beside her, "Don't be such a wuss." She teased, Georgia scoffed. Moments passed and their eyes closed, "Love you, G."

07:00

Chaotic. It always was when Lydia slept over, Mom couldn't use magic to help her in the kitchen, in case Lydia came down, and there was one more person who had to shower. Between fixing her hair and having Lydia fuss over her outfit, they were almost late. After years of sleep overs, there wasn't any question that Lydia had emergency clothes left over for one reason or the other.

"Oh, Lydia, sweetheart, I spoke to your mom this morning, she said to call her during your lunch break." Georgia's mom called out, picking up their plates.

"I will! Thanks for having me." Lydia yelled, putting on her heels at the door. Her mom was steps away, having followed them out of the kitchen into the doorway.

"You don't have the thank me, you know we love having you here!" Her mom gushed, holding the plates to her side without noticing.

"Mom-" Georgia tried to warn, but the leftover eggs from the plate had spilled, a yelp coming from her mother. Lydia attempted to take a step forward before Georgia grabbed her hand, pulling her to the door. "We're going to be late."

"Georgia's right, you girls can't afford another late note! Go now, girls, I'll see you after school!"

11:00

"What about George? He's cute, plays baseball." She asserted, Lydia rolled her eyes.

"His names George. That's way too close to yours." Lydia clicked her tongue, looking at another baseball boy.

"Who's he?"

"Oh, Nathan. Not smart in the least bit and I'm pretty sure he got hit with a baseball in the temple so he has a really bad memory. But, besides that-"

"Okay, next."

"Kevin? Basketball team, okay grades, had a long term girlfriend and is newly single and looking to date you?" Allison said, coming up from behind them. Lydia purses her lips, linking arms with her.

"You, will introduce me." Lydia redirected her gaze to Georgia who leaned against the lockers, "You, will get me more options. Don't dissapoint me, G."

Both girls walked off, leaving Georgia taking her books out of her locker. Georgia was glad she was feeling better, but the pit in her stomach was still present. She wondered if it was just something she lived with now. A constant feeling of worry, of fear. As if on queue a shadow loomed over her, slowly she turned, not showing a tid bit of emotion as she saw Isaac mirroring her position.

"What? No welcome back?" Isaac grinned, obviously amused in being back or by her.

"Welcome back, if you need to borrow my notes I can photo copy them for you." Georgia said, grabbing her notebook from her locker and closing it.

"How nice," he responded, cocking his head to the side, "Derek said it's time to choose. He would have told you last night but you were apparently occupied."

Georgia's eyes hardened, she hadn't brought his little proposition up to her parents, they probably would have told her to say no. Her father would have went insane with anger, her mother, she's not sure what she would do. She hadn't even seriously thought about it herself, at least not for very long. The shrill bell broke her thoughts, a heavy sigh leaving Isaac's lips.

"You have until the end of the day," Isaac finalized, the grin dropped, an almost sincere expression, "As much as it's worth, it's really not bad. Derek takes care of us, don't you want to be able to have someone to look after you?"

"I have a family, we've been out of pack business for years." Georgia expressed, Isaac narrowed his eyes in thought.

"Maybe it's time to change." Isaac crossed his arms over his chest, "Listen, Derek didn't want me to tell you, but as a show of my good will," Isaac looked down the hallway, she could only assume he was insuring Scott wasn't near, "We're testing Lydia."

"Excuse me?" She seethed, copying his stance. He held his hands up in defense.

"I didn't have to tell you. Anyway, if she's not the kanima, there's nothing to be worried about."

"Except her being paralyzed from the neck down."

"Temporarily." Isaac reasoned. "Besides, it's the only test we have right now. Oh, and if doesn't work on her, you're next."

Georgia shrugged at that, "I can't be the Kanima." She was accounted for when the Kanima had attacked, and she was sure of herself. "But did he even think of the mental stress that's going to put on her?"

"There's nothing you can do to stop it, Georgia. Don't worry, I promise I won't drop her if she does get paralyzed." Isaac started to walk away, "But if it's her, she's dead."

Georgia stopped breathing,

2:15

"There are two things…." Mr. Harris began, Georgia couldn't focus. They were going to test her, here. She met eyes with Isaac before quickly looking away, it felt like everything was falling apart. Lydia seemed to notice her restlessness and gave her a look. She managed to pull off a convincing shrug and smile before attempting to listen to . The black haired teacher was explaining how he'd set up stations for some project, after calling on Erica to start setting up groups every male hand went up, except for Scott, Stiles, Isaac and Danny that is. Georgia cocked an eyebrow when she saw Erica was staring at her. Erica only gave her a sickly sweet smile before turning away.

"Disgusting." Lydia quickly commented, turning towards Georgia who nodded in agreement.

"She really is." Georgia said, knowing that Erica had heard her. Harris made some comment about the boys hormones and finished separating them into groups, seeing Lydia start to get up Georgia shot up too.

"Where are you going?" Georgia asked quickly, The strawberry blonde looked at her as if she was stupid.

"He always separates us, did you lose your memory?" Lydia asked, not waiting for an answer before going two tables behind her. Georgia looked around helplessly before Stiles practically ran to Lydia's table. Letting out a sigh she practically fell out of her seat when she saw Isaac sitting next to her, casually holding a pen behind his ear. If he wasn't planning on potentially killing her friend, she might've found his innocent expression cute. Georgia ignored him, looking down at the instructions to begin the experiment.

"You know- I never got to properly introduce myself," Isaac started, Georgia cut him off, not looking up from the sheet.

"You're Isaac Lahey, had an older brother and you were a suspect in your dad's murder. Missed school a lot these past few months. It's a miracle you're still on the team." Georgia said, starting to add the chemicals to the beaker, "I also gave you my liquor to hold the day of the winter formal."

She could see the mild surprise on his face, he was surprised she remembered him. She didn't blame him, but it wasn't like she had anything to prove to him. Georgia's eyes looked over the classroom, Scott was in a seemingly intimate conversation with Erica so she deemed it safe.

"You're Isaac Lahey, and I'm Georgia Collins. I don't care if you're doing this because Derek is telling you to. I don't want to hurt you, but if you touch her- I don't care if she's a kanima or not, she's not dying, you are." She finished in a harsh whisper, once the last word got out the bell rang, switching partners. She turned to go partner with Lydia but Scott was already there. They must know, to be acting like this, they had to. She'd talk to Allison about it the next rotation.

"Stiles," Georgia greeted, starting to read the second set of directions.

"Hey- so," Stiles began, looking over his shoulder, "everything turn out okay, yesterday I mean?"

Georgia hummed, "Just peachy, Scott filled you in on dinner I guess."

"Yeah, I can't believe you got dragged along." Stiles excused, starting to add the second set of chemicals. It stayed silent after that, both too paranoid and nervous to say much.

"Stiles, we should-" she began before the bell went off again, sending him running out of his seat before she could finish. Allison replaced him promptly sitting down quickly looking shaken up. Almost immediately she wrote down what happened, sure that Scott might be listening in. Apparently Erica didn't have a problem hurting anyone and Isaac would be just as ruthless when it came to Lydia. When Georgia went to reply Allison started to figure out the last step for the project, only half paying attention.

"I think it's time." Georgia claimed, "It's only a matter of time before it comes out and I'd rather be the one to say something." She practically whispered, trying her best to avoid the wolves particularly wandering ears. Allison looked slightly relieved although her eyebrow ticked with worry. Whether it was for Lydia or for her she wasn't sure, maybe it was a little of both. Looking to the front of the classroom, Mr. Harris started talking again.

"If you did the experiment right," he started, Allison whispered to Georgia about the Erica and Scott incident in the morning while he droned on, ending with the students being able to eat the experiment. Georgia looked at the crystal in the beaker, picking it up with two fingers and offering it to Allison-

"Lydia!" Scott yelled, making the strawberry blonde freeze, a dripping crystal inches from her mouth. She shot him an annoyed look. With a quick glance at Isaac who'd been staring at the crystal, it pieced together.

"What?" She snapped, Georgia opened her mouth to say something- anything but what would she say.

"Nothing- uh, nothing." Scott quickly remedied, sitting back down. Lydia shot him one last scathing look before turning back to the crystal and taking a bite. And nothing happened, Georgia kept her head down, only looking at the table. No, Lydia wasn't the Kanima, no possible way. Allison patted her leg underneath the table.

3:15

She was nauseous, she'd practically run out of the classroom, barely making it to the bathroom before throwing up the contents of her stomach. Georgia heard her phone ring a few times, she took a moment to look at it, taking a minute to get herself together. Allison had a plan, or Stiles did. Her head was still pounding when she read about the study group.

She brushed past Lily, one of the drones who'd been following her around, after she rinsed her mouth as best she could in the sink. There wasn't a chance she was going to catch a ride with them, no, she needed another few minutes to get her thoughts together, but it didn't mean that she didn't ride to Stilinski's house going over the speed limit.

She wasn't sure how late she was, but she barely got a foot in the door once she did get there. Allison filled her in via text but by Stiles' expression he clearly had no clue she would be showing up at his house for a 'study group'.

"What?" Georgia asked, raising an eyebrow and pushing her way in. It wasn't much of a fight, he was too shocked to do anything at all, "Was I not invited?"

"I- well," Stiles stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly nervous. Georgia rolled her eyes before shifting her gaze to where Jackson and Lydia were. They both didn't look happy and when Lydia quickly tugged Georgia over to the kitchen she knew she did something right.

"They are acting so weird, thank God you got my text." Lydia said, shaking her head. Georgia felt slightly guilty- she hadn't even looked at the four texts Lydia had sent her since the last period ended. Lydia was too busy ranting to notice her guilt.

"I mean really? Allison knows I don't want to see Jackson and here we are." Lydia said, letting out a scoff.

"I'm sure she'll have an apology drafting soon enough," Georgia said, hearing something from the living room, both girls shared a look before walking back in. Stiles had not so subtly locked the door with every lock possible and was currently jamming the door with a chair. Looking up he quickly rattled off something about break ins in the neighborhood. Did he actually think that would help against a pack of werewolves?

"Lydia, you should go upstairs." Allison suggested, although it didn't feel like that much of a suggestion, more of a demand. Lydia glared at the taller brunette, crossing her arms.

"Wha-"

"Lydia, shut up and walk." Jackson said strongly. Lydia didn't argue, she only gave Georgia a fleeting look before following Jackson up the stairs.

"Wh-Georgia- you should go up too-" Stiles rambled, giving Allison a shocked look. Georgia mocked Lydia's prior pose, crossing her arms over her chest.

"No, why would I do that?" She asked, before she looked passed him, seeing something in the street, she didn't hear Stiles' reply before pushing passed him.

"Call Scott." Allison said, looking from over Georgia's shoulder. In the street, looking menacing, was Derek, Erica, Boyd and Isaac all standing in a row, waiting. Stiles let out a sputtering breath, looking desperately from Allison to Georgia who didn't look up from the window. Allison pursed her lips, wondering when Georgia planned on explaining things to Stiles and Scott. She knew it wasn't exactly the best time, in fact they didn't have any time to spare, but she wasn't sure if keeping it to herself was the best. Seeing Georgia looking more than angry looking out the window she told her to call Scott from the kitchen. Silently she agreed, walking to the kitchen and pulling out her phone. It only rang twice before Scott's voice rang through.

"Scott?" She asked, getting a positive response back, "Uh- do you know how long you're going to take to get here? To your house?" She asked, biting her bottom lip.

"Yeah- I'm, I'll be there soon, I-" Scott's voice but off, a hand reaching out to grab her phone. Looking up she saw Isaac hanging up the phone call and putting her phone on the counter. She hardly registered Erica dancing past her as Isaac circled her like a hunter with hIs prey.

"Isaac, I didn't hear you come in." Georgia said, her fingertips tingled. She was nervous, she wasn't a violent creature- no, but this was Lydia, Lydia. She would be damned if she didn't do everything she could to keep them away from her.

"Well-"

She didn't give him a chance to reply, lunging at him, she got a good kick to his stomach but before she could do much damage he quickly ducked out of the way, his claws immediately becoming visible. Georgia ducked into the living room, knowing he was at her heels.

"That's not very nice." Isaac seethed, his right hand swiping at her, she barely dodged the attack, and she hardly registered the glow around her hands before vines wrapped around her arms, constantly wrapping around her arms, waiting for a direction to be pointed to. He didn't hesitate, knocking her back into the wall. Stiles erupted into the room then, holding a bat in his hands and he looked furious, and only semi pathetic.

"Georgia-" he started, only seeing Isaac having her practically pinned to the wall. His words caught in his throat when he saw a glow move from her hands and wrap around Isaacs feet. All in a matter of seconds the glow moved from her hands to his ankles and solidified into vines, making his feet shoot together, throwing off his balance. Georgia knew it wouldn't hold but it gave her an advantage, shoving him back she did the same to his hands, the vines from her arms wrapping around. She could already feel the vines on his ankles starting to weaken. She eyes shot to Stiles who was gaping, the bat held less eagerly in his hands.

"Stiles- the bat!" Georgia called, before he could give it to her Isaac broke free, throwing her off him and toward the stairs, hitting her shoulder on the railing. She felt the pain shoot up her arm, letting out a groan as the pain shot up her arm. Isaac hadn't given her a second to recoup, already stalking towards her for another attack. Stiles sprung into action, swinging his bat. Isaac saw the attack coming, fortunately he didn't see Scott behind him. Georgia let out a relieved breath, shifting her attention to Stiles who got thrown by Isaac before Scott had the chance to intervene.

"Stiles-" she began, moving herself to help him get up from the floor. Looking over him with worried eyes she didn't see anything that immediately stuck out. She lifted herself to her knees and he looked bewildered, and she could hear the fight ending behind her.

"Are you okay?" She fussed, her hands on his shoulders.

"Am I- Wha- You-" Stiles said, shaking his head.

"I know," she said, looking behind her she could saw Isaac unconscious with Scott standing over him, practically unscathed, he did have a fairly deep cut on his arm. She didn't even notice what she was doing until it was already happening. The familiar lilac glow hovered over his cut, her hands still on Stiles and Scott's cut disappeared. They didn't get much of a chance to speak before Allison practically threw Erica's paralyzed body down the steps with a smug look. Once she got down the stairs she looked at her three friends, nodding to herself.

"I guess they know now." Allison observed, pointing at the two boys. Georgia gave her an unsure smile and she knew she had really buried herself deep. There was no turning back.