Jackson had been moody lately. Okay, so maybe moody wasn't really the right word, but for the past few days his whole attitude had changed. He broke up with Lydia days earlier. Lydia of course pretended like it wasn't a big deal especially since she was dumped by the co-captian of the lacrosse team.

Lydia made sure she threw that in Jackson's face when he left her in the hallway at school.

He was driving violently in his Porsche when it suddenly stalled on him in a vacant lot, and conveniently Chris Argent pulls up.

"Car trouble?" Chris asked. It obviously wasn't an accident he and Kate suspected that Jackson was the newest beta to the Alpha's pack, but due to the code couldn't do anything about it till he had proof, naturally he had decided to follow him.

"Yeah, no offense, but you don't seem like the type of guy to know anything about cars." Jackson responded, not at all sounding worried about offending him.

"Try me." Chris challenged. Jackson popped the hood of the car, mumbling "Whatever." Under his breath as he did so. Leaning over the younger man to 'look at the engine' Chris notices the claw marks on the back of his neck.

"How did you get those marks on your neck?" Chris asked casually. Jackson quickly flinched away struggling to give an answer.

"Hey, buddy! Need a ride?" Stiles asked pointedly as his jeep suddenly pulled up with Scott in tow.

"Uh, yeah." Jackson mumbled making his way over to them. Chris removed an object from the engine and turned the ignition causing the car to come back to life, catching their attention.

"Told you I knew a few things about cars." Chris by the grace of god leaves, and Jackson of course being Jackson lashes out.

"What? Are you stalking me now McCall?!" Jackson yelled while the dynamic due climbed out of Stiles' trusty jeep.

"Are you kidding me?! You know we probably just saved your life right there! They think you're the second beta!" Scott exploded.

"What?" Jackson demanded annoyed and confused.

"They think you're me!" Scott yelled at him turning to punch the jeep.

"Come on now, not my jeep." Stiles whined.

"What are you talking about?" Jackson said rolling his eyes.

"I can hear your heartbeat from miles away, literally now he thinks there's something wrong and I have to keep an eye on you so they don't kill you too!" Scott growled in frustration kicking the side of the jeep yet again.

"Alright, step away from Stiles' jeep." Stiles said pulling him by the arm a few feet away.

"That's your problem. Not mine." Jackson said.

"I can't protect you." Scott warned him, "I can't protect anyone."

"Wha- Why are you looking at me?" Stiles questioned appalled when he noticed Scotts brown eyes trained on him.

"Then get me what I want and I can protect myself." Jackson demanded.

"You don't want it trust me, it just makes everything worse."

"Oh yeah, you can run faster and hear better than any human could possibly dream of, sounds like a real hardship McCall." Jackson said sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"yeah I can run fast." Scott said without any enthusiasm, "Except most of the time I'm running away from people trying to kill me, and I can hear better, like my girlfriend saying she doesn't trust me right before breaking up with me. It ruins your life."

Jackson scoffs, "It ruined your life McCall. You know what it's like? It's like you turned sixteen and someone bought you a Porsche when they should've started you out with a nice little Honda, me? I drive a Porsche."

…

Stiles didn't bother trying to find Accalia the night before. Scott had told him what happened and though he couldn't really believe it he knows that Scott wouldn't lie about something like that.

But he still tried to reason with himself that she had to have a reason for joining Peter but he couldn't find one and he was angry and confused and hurt.

Stiles couldn't for the life of him understand why it hurt so bad….well he could but in light of recent events he didn't want to think about it, so he'll just burry it deep with all the other things he didn't want to think about and act like nothing was wrong as usual.

That of course didn't stop a billion different emotions from hitting him like a freight train when he got home after dropping Scott off and she was sitting on his bed, her white t-shirt was dirty and she had a few drops of dried blood on her neck that he also chose to ignore wanting to hang on to his anger.

"What are you doing here?" He demanded lowly tossing his keys onto his desk.

"You're my best friend." She said simply.

He wasn't expecting the answer and he froze for a second just starting at her. The hard look that usually covered her face wasn't there at the moment it was instead replaced by the soft troubled expression she often wore when she thought no one was looking and he was for some reason hit with a new even bigger wave of anger for the green eyed werewolf.

"If I was really your best friend you wouldn't be trying to drag mine to the dark side with you." He snapped venomously.

The calm expression didn't leave her face she just picked at her fingernails for a minute hiding behind her curtain of dark hair like a child being scolded before she glanced up at him her brows furrowed, expression dark. "Do you know what I dream about Stiles?"

"Do I- what?" He questioned confused and frustrated pitching the bridge of his nose and letting out a heavy sigh. He looked like his Dad in that moment and Accalia shook her head.

"My Nightmares." She stated she got up and started to pace around his room, he sat down taking her place on his bed with a sigh watching her pace around like a caged animal, she was obviously trying to build herself up to something.

"I dream about fire."

Her voice was small and scared, the confession was barely a whisper and Stiles felt his stomach drop for reasons unknown as she continued on.

"The smoke fills my lungs until I can breathe, and I can feel the heat I can feel my skin blister, the smell of burnt flesh fills my nose and my eyes water, and people are screaming they're dying Stiles" She said turning to face him, her eyes are crazed and glazed over with tears and Stiles feels his throat get tight.

"But when I wake up it doesn't stop, I still hear my family screaming begging for somebody to help them, every day of life."

"I'm so sorry." Stiles whispers not trusting his voice to be any louder not wanting to shatter the broken girl any further.

"Do you know who pulled me out?" She questioned her voice suddenly strong like a switched had flipped in her mind.

He frowned gazing at her in confusion, oddly enough the thought never hit him, how she survived, he always just thought the fire department pulled her out.

"Peter." She said her voice loud and clear.

He blinked in shock as she continued on, "He watched his sister die in front of him, all his nieces and nephews, aunt, uncles, and cousins, he pulled me out, told me it would all be alright. He was comatose, he used every last bit of will to live to push me out first and I was burned badly but I healed, he didn't"

"Cali." Stiles sighed finally understanding, he pushed himself up and walked over to her crowding into her space so close they were practically touching. He ran the back of his knuckles down her cheek and she closed her eyes, letting out a shaky breath. "You don't owe him anything." He whispered.

Her eyes snapped open and she pushed his hand away, "I owe him my life!" she yelled.

"You don't owe him the lives of innocent people!" Stiles screamed back at her.

"They aren't innocent Stiles!" She screeched, "You read my file I know you did! You saw what they did to my family, what they did to me! And I'm supposed to just let them get away with it?!" She demanded. "I WAS TEN YEARS OLD! I LOST EVERYTHING! MY MOM MY DAD MY TWIN SISTER! MY WILL TO LIVE AND THEY CAN STILL SLEEP AT NIGTH?!" She had fat angry tears rolling now her face now Stiles ignored the couple stray tears on his own.

"there's always a better way."

She closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath. Her greens eyes opened at him and she let out a shaking laugh, shaking her head. "I came to try to explain to you….I'm trying to keep everyone I care about safe."

She walked over to him, placed the palm of her hand flat on his cheek and smiled through her tears, running her thumb across the top of his cheek bone.

"I don't have any other choice." She whispered and he closed his eyes.

By the time he opened them she was gone.

…

Stiles cleared his throat and scrubbed a hand over his face trying to get rid of the few tears that managed to escape, needing a break from his room he headed to the kitchen only to see his dad working late at the table, files spread out in front of him.

"What're you doing?" He asked him upon entering, sitting down at the table next to him.

"Working." He stated the tiredness creeping into his voice.

Stiles frowned, "Anything I can help with?"

"You know an ounce of whiskey would nice." He told him and as Stiles got up to pour it he was hit with an awful idea.

…

Three much larger drinks later and the Sheriff was well on his way to drunk.

"Oh your glass is empty let me get you another one." Stiles offered reaching over for the glass.

"No I shouldn't-" The sheriff waved him off only to have Stiles intervene, "What? Dad come on you deserve it." He encouraged.

His Dad sighed and let out a chuckle waving for him to go ahead and fill it up. "I'm gonna have such a hangover." His father joked.

"You mean you're gonna have such a good night sleep." Stiles corrected.

"And I am going to have an eternity in the lowest pits of hell."

…

"Derek Hale would be a hale of a lot- a hale of a-"

"A hell of a lot?"

"Yes thank you, he would be a hell of a lot easier to catch, if we had a decent picture." The Sheriff said some time later, actually drunk now.

"What do you mean?" The Sheriff handed him a mug-shot of Derek only to have his entire face blurred out.

"Its like a camera flare. And I shouldn't even be telling you this Stiles not a word to anyone." The Sheriff warned.

"Dad come on, it's me" Stiles said easing his worries.

"Anyway we know all this is connected to hale fire somehow."

"Wait what do you mean?" Stiles asked his interest peaked from his earlier conversation with Accalia that he was still trying to forget by the way.

"All the victims have one thing in common, they were all convicted of the same crime." The Sheriff trailed off.

"Arson." Stiles realized in shock recalling Accalia's voice 'they aren't innocent'

His Dad reached for the Whiskey bottle and Stiles numbly took it from his hand, "Not tonight okay. You had enough." He told him, the Sheriff gave him a smile.

"You know, I miss out talks." The Sheriff told him but Stiles was distracted knowing he had to share his new development with Scott.

"Yeah me too Dad but I gotta go alright," He said absentmindedly backing out of the room.

"I do….I miss your mom." He said.

Stiles froze peaking his head back into the kitchen, "what'd you say?"

But his Dad wasn't paying attention.

Stiles felt his heart throb, "I miss her too." He whispered.

Accalia had a lot of people to miss.

He sighed.

…

A/N

I just realized that it has been months since I updated this story and I could've just smacked myself in the face, but I've been so focused on my other stories this one has kind of hit the back burner which is crazy because it's one of my favorites!

But no worries I promise to update a ton more especially this story but this is the next chapter for now.

Please review there was only one review on the last chapter and that made me really sad

Until next time lovelies ~LilMissSomethingElse