"Scott!" I gasped, watching him fall to the ground. I knew he would heal, but I still worried about him. I ran over to him at the same time Allison did.

"Summer?" Allison murmured. I pressed my finger against the helmet's face cage, telling her to keep it a secret.

"Oh my god!" Melissa McCall squealed, running towards her son with a large crowd, concerned about Beacon Hills' best player.

"Don't move, Scott," I cautioned.

"I'm fine," he shook his head. "I'm healing, it's okay. The book?"

"Stiles said it's not in his office. It's gotta be at the house. Let's look at your leg." Allison replied, crouching down. "Oh my god. It's broken."

"Not for long," Scott shook his head and began to move. Allison and I stretched out our hands when Scott began trying to stand. He grabbed our forearms and attempted to stand, favouring one leg only. It was better if he stayed on the ground, but there was no stopping him, so we may as well help him. His leg cracked into place as it healed, making me cringe. It reminded me of the time James ripped my arm from my body. I shuddered, remembering the cracking.

"Don't move!" Coach growled as he approached us.

"Scott!" Melissa stared in horror.

"It's okay. It's okay! I'm fine," Scott replied.

"I could've sworn I literally heard bone breaking from where I sat," she gasped.

"Heard it? I felt it," Coach Finstock shuddered.

"We wouldn't have let him stand if it was broken," Allison disagreed.

"Seriously guys, I'm - I'm fine…" Scott tried to calm them.

"We should go," Allison muttered. I nodded. Just as we turned away, Scott on our arms, a voice called to us.

"Hold on," the voice said. "I want to ask him one more thing." Allison and Scott stiffened in response to the voice, as did I. Gerard, I realized.

"Scott, I don't know much about Lacrosse, but I do know what a great player looks like. Why don't you accompany Allison and I for dinner?" My eyes widened in shock, luckily shielded by Stiles' helmet.

"I-I wouldn't want to-"

"Nonsense. There's always room for one more, right Allison?" Gerard shook his head.

"Yeah, uh, sure," Allison mumbled.

"See you at school tomorrow, Stiles," Scott waved to me. I got his secret message: Find Stiles. I nodded once and headed to the school immediately.

"This is very bad," I muttered under my breath. As bad as it was, I knew Allison and Scott could handle it. If the bestiary was at the Argent home, that was the best place for them right now.

As I got into the school, I heard Derek shout at Stiles. I gasped and ran towards the voice. I found myself in the pool area. Erica was unconscious on the ground and I remembered her stalking off away from the game. I should've followed her, I realized. She was going for Stiles. To my horror, I noticed something in the pool: Stiles holding Derek up while trying to keep him afloat. His eyes locked on me, then his brows scrunched together.

"Who-"

"That's Summer, you moron," Derek growled.

"Why are you-"

"I'll explain another time," I replied as I took off the helmet and put it down on the tiles. "I'm gonna get you-" Suddenly a sharp pain presented itself on the back of my neck. My hand immediately clamped around my neck as I cursed at the pain. Only werewolves and vampires could hurt me, so what just happened?

"Summer!" Stiles cried out.

"The lizard," I realized as my body started to go numb. I began to rip out Stiles' shoulder pads and I managed to get one half off when my motor functions were cut off. I fell into the pool, weighed down by the lacrosse gear. Stiles splashed towards me, Derek in tow. He ripped me out from under the water I had just begun to sink in. Stiles cried out in struggle.

"I can't hold both of you," he realized with a frantic tone. "The lacrosse gear is too heavy with the water."

"Take it off," I instructed with a gasp for breath. "Or drop me."

"I'll never let go of you!" Stiles promised.

"Just take the gear off," I sputtered, water entering my mouth. Stiles moved me across him as best as he could.

"Derek, rip it with your teeth," he demanded. Derek clamped onto the back of the jersey and tore. Stiles pulled us into a tight group hug as he finished the job and let the jersey sink to the bottom of the pool. Realizing I only had a bra on underneath the jersey, he clutched me close to his body, covering me as best as he could. He made sure to shield me from Derek.

I looked over Stiles' shoulder to see a black figure circling the pool.

"It's circling us," I whispered.

"That's why we're in here," Stiles nodded.

"No, Stiles, we're in here because you threw us in here!" Derek hissed.

"Wait. Did you see that?" Stiles gasped. "I don't think it can swim." I whispered to Stiles that I couldn't see what was happening. He described the thing's actions. Its foot touched the pool and retracted immediately.

After a while, Stiles said, "I don't think I can do this anymore."
"No no no no," Derek growled. "Don't even think about it."

"Summer, where's your phone?"

"I think I left it on the bleachers or with my clothes in the locker room," I guessed.

"I need to call Scott," Stiles admitted.

"He's at the Argent's," I told him.

"Looking for the book?"

"Gerard invited him to dinner with the Argents," I shook my head.

"Oh my god," he grimaced.

"This is an emergency," Stiles tried to justify himself.

"Where's your phone?" I asked.

"Outside the pool," he sighed.

"Stiles, no," Derek said sternly.

"Can't you just trust me?" Stiles asked. Though I knew he was talking to Derek only, I decided to reply.

"Stiles, do what you have to do. I trust you," I told him. He pressed a quick kiss to my cheek, his lips wet against my already wet cheek.

"No," Derek gave his own answer.

"I think you're going to have to trust him this time," I told Derek. "What other choice do either of us have? Without Stiles, we'd drown. Well, you at least would. I don't know if I can drown," I sighed.

"Exactly. Have you noticed that I'm the only keeping you alive right now?" Stiles agreed.

"Yeah and when the paralysis wears off, who is gonna be able to fight that thing? You or me?" Derek countered.

"Summer," Stiles said thoughtfully.

"She can barely handle herself around a little blood and those claws damage her. She isn't invincible! Do you really think you can just dunk her under the water and risk drowning your girlfriend?" Derek taunted.

"Stiles, I'll be fine. Do what you have to do," I spoke over Derek. Stiles tilted my head so that I could see him. His eyes were full of worry. "You can't hold us both and keep yourself up. Eventually, you're gonna go under too. What's the use of three drowning people? You're the only person who can get help," I told him. He gave a slight nod, eyes wide. From our necks down, we were all underwater, our heads only above the water minimally. Water droplets flicked up onto my face as Stiles pressed his wet face against mine. A soaked strand of tangled blonde hair clung to his cheek as we separated.

"It's okay," I whispered. There were tears brimming his eyes, though it could have just been the pool water.

"Stiles!" Derek roared as Stiles let go of both of us. My body felt the urge to swim up to the surface, but it wouldn't move. The paralysis was stronger. My fingers twitched, reaching upwards. I held my breath, glad I could hold my breath longer than humans. I looked over at Derek with worry. I doubted he could do the same. The two of us sank to the bottom of the pool, staring into each other's eyes. I knew Derek was mad at Stiles, but I wasn't. We needed Scott. With the two capable of fighting out of play, we needed somebody who could. My eyes quickly scanned the surface of the pool, looking for any sign of Stiles.

Derek's eyebrows twitched in struggle, then a burst of bubbles exploded from his mouth as he could no longer hold his breath. My eyes expanded in worry. I could vaguely hear Stiles' voice as I saw his legs approach above us. A small object began sinking down towards us. Stiles' phone, I realized. I tried to help Stiles by moving my body, but only my wrists to my fingers would work. Stiles' face appeared in my vision, coming towards me. I shook my head at him and used the little movement in my hands to point at Derek. Stiles grabbed Derek, noticing the bubbles escaping the werewolf's mouth.

As soon as they were halfway to the surface, I gasped. The pressure on my head was too much to handle anymore and I released my breath in relief. My breath raced to the surface in the form of bubbles and I could feel water filling my mouth and body. Black edged around my vision and I began to feel tired. I'll just close my eyes for a moment, I told myself. The chlorine didn't feel nice anyway.

"Stiles," I muttered, bubbles replacing the words as I saw him go under the water with Derek. I closed my eyes and darkness took me.

"Summer!" A distant voice called out. I tried to focus on the voice, but I was distracted by the darkness all around me. Something pounded against my chest. "Summer!" Something cold dripped down my chin. Was it my chin? I couldn't quite tell. I could feel pressure somewhere on my face, then softness where my lips should be. A gust of air filled my mouth, then water. My eyes snapped open and I launched forwards, water spraying from my mouth with a series of coughing. As my vision focused, I looked around and saw the pool beside me. Stiles was sat in front of me, eyes as wide as the moon. His hands cupped my cheeks and he searched my eyes with his.

"Summer," he breathed. "Are you okay?" I blinked at him, not quite registering his words. I collapsed into his chest, curling into him. He gripped me tightly.

"You saved me," I whispered. Again, I looked around and noticed broken glass. I picked up a shard and stared at it. In the reflection, there was a ghostly pale person with purple lips and dark circles under their eyes. My lips parted in shock at the sight of my reflection. That's when I noticed the reflection's attire. I still wasn't wearing a shirt, I realized. I looked down at my semi-bare chest in horror. My arms immediately crossed, covering myself as best as I could. Stiles' eyes went from the size of the moon to the size of the sun as he too realized what I was wearing. He gripped the bottom of his shirt then paused.

"My shirt is wet, too. It won't help," he said sadly as if he had failed me. I shook my head quietly, telling him it was okay. I was definitely horrified, though. If I hadn't just drowned, I would've been blushing heavily. I had never been so exposed in front of anyone since I was a child. Scott raced into the room then.

"Scott," I said quietly, surprised. Scott ripped off his hoodie and gave it to Stiles as he continued to look around the pool for something. Stiles quickly wrapped the hoodie around me, pressing himself against me so he could shield me from everyone else as he got my arms through the sleeves. I fumbled with the zipper, zipping up the hoodie. Stiles reached out and pulled my hair out of the hoodie, the strands tumbling over my shoulders.

He kissed my forehead and whispered, "I love you. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have-"

"Stop," I told him. "You saved all of us, especially me." I kissed his neck and closed my eyes, feeling a sense of warmth despite being cold.

"You're already warming up," Stiles noticed, brushing his fingers against my cheeks. Scott walked up to us, phone in hand.

"I got it and downloaded it, but there's one problem," he told us. I looked up at Stiles in confusion.

"That's the bestiary," he explained. I nodded and turned back to Scott.

"It isn't in English," Scott revealed. He showed us the screen. Unfamiliar letters coated the pages, one I never learned.

"Is that even a language?" Stiles asked.

"Probably latin," I sighed. "Doesn't look like any language I know."

"How are we supposed to figure out what that thing is?" Scott complained as we left the school, Stiles' arms around me. I was carrying his torn lacrosse gear with intentions to repair it.

"It's called a Kanima," Derek suddenly appeared in front of us. My eyebrows immediately scrunched in rage. How did he know?

"You knew this whole time," Stiles glared at Derek, who shook his head in response.

"No. Only when it was confused by its own reflection," Derek explained. Scott and Stiles had filled me in with what I missed as we left the school. Derek was referring to the lizard creature - Kanima - looking at itself in a glass shard and immediately escaping. This all happened while I was passed out and half-dead of course.

"It doesn't know what it is," Scott realized.

"Or who," Derek added.

"What else do you know?" Stiles asked, rubbing his hands along my arms. I was about to remind him I don't get cold easily, but the sensation was too nice for me to stop him.

"Just stories, rumours," he shrugged in response to Stiles' question.

"But it's like us?" Scott guessed.

"A shape-shifter, yes but it's- it's not right. It's like a-"

"-an abomination," Stiles finished. I rested my head on his shoulder. The word abomination was so sad sometimes. To think of yourself as an abomination, a monster. It was a horrid feeling, one I knew well. You're not a monster, I remembered something someone once told me, though I could never remember who told me.

"So, someone is running around killing people, not knowing who or what they are?" I asked sadly. Derek gave a single stiff nod at my question.

"Derek, we need to work together on this, maybe even tell the Argents," Scott decided. He looked between us and Derek. When his eyes locked with Stiles and mine, I nodded at him. I'm with you, I told him with my eyes.

"You trust them?" Derek asked incredulously.

"Nobody trusts anyone! That's the problem. While we're here, arguing about who's on what side, there's something scarier, stronger and faster than most of us, and it's killing people! We still don't even know anything about it!" Scott cried out.

"Maybe if your little vampire friends were still here, we could have stopped this thing by now," Derek scowled at me.

"The paralysis happens to me, too! Who's to say it wouldn't work on them?" I glared back. "Scott's right. He's not suggesting we become best friends with Gerard and invite him over for Christmas every year! He's just suggesting we include them. Maybe they know something we don't. They study supernatural creatures. We don't. I would trust Allison with my life. Not all the Argents are bad, Derek. I would trust Allison over you anyday," I spat.

"Well I know one thing," Derek glared at all of us. "When I find it, I'm gonna kill it." I was about to protest, but he began walking away so I kept my mouth shut.

"Come on," Stiles murmured in my ear, leading me towards his Jeep. I followed him, the word abomination lingering on my mind.