Would it really kill you if we kissed?

by I'm Meaner Than My Demons

Now, both of us have some darkness inside of us. A crack in our souls that will never be fixed. Maybe that's okay though because that crack also lets the light come in, and it is in the dark where light shines the brightest. ScottxOC s01, s02 ,s03A, minor DerekxOC (different one).

21. Raving

Would it really kill you if we kissed?

Summary: 'BECAUSE THAT'S HOW MUCH POWER YOU HAVE OVER ME!' she shouted so loud she knew her neighbors must have heard, 'You own me, you control me, I give up everything just to be near you even though I know you will never love me. I hurt for you, I bleed just to be with, and I hate myself every single time I look at you or Allison knowing what I'm thinking, what I want because I want you to be with her. I'm torn between wanting to do the right thing as you friend and between wanting to do what I want. So don't you dare accuse me of trying to break you up when I've done nothing, but fought for you guys.'

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf just the story and my OC so no stealing

A.N: Hello, so I changed the summary again. This one will probably stick for a while. Thanks for the reviews and thoughts everyone I really appreciate it that you're still reading it :3 also thank you kamillyguidugli, 3broomstix, runawaycherry93, Kylie Winchester, Savage Kill, and ThisIsMeAndYou for adding the story to your favs and MicaaAmaya, mahmehalh, MUSEFAN2307, Belladonna007, 007Girl, and lunasky99 for following. I'm glad you like the story and that you continue to read it :3

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Derek pulled out his phone and called. It took the other person about 30 seconds to pick up which caused him to be slightly annoyed with the person, 'I still feel like Gerard is planning something?'

Clara sighed, 'What? Derek it's Tuesday, 3 A.M, and I'm after a shift.'

'Are you in his place?'

She sighed, 'No, Derek because it's Tuesday, 3 A.M, and I'm after a shift. You mean the weird look, he shot the kanima?'

'It wasn't just that it was-I can't even say, but Clara, it was real.'

He heard her let out another soft sigh and move a bit, 'Could a kanima switch masters? I doubt he's the original master. He would kill everyone if he was.'

'I agree, but we can't roll it out. He's old school. He has a plan.'

Another sigh, 'Oh, he does. I'm pretty sure, he wants to use the kanima somehow, but we don't know how he plans to do it, or on what.'

Derek looked at the night sky. They were a week away from a full moon, 'Why don't you date him?'

Clara chuckled, 'If we're done discussing national security problems, Derek, it's 3-'

'A.M, I know, but seriously, Clara, why?'

He waited for her until she answered, 'I like him.'

He blinked, 'So-'

'So I push away. I take what I can for it not to hurt so much later, but I can't be with him. I know it would get messy and bad. I don't want to have to tell him things, my things. I hate talking about those things. I'm not good at talking about my things. So I don't take him because I like him, and because I know that if I did date him, and it wouldn't work out it would hurt. '

'You need to stop dating people you don't like Clara. No matter what you tell yourself you're worth it,' he told her, and he could hear her smile on the other end, 'Protective alpha Derek Hale. You're like a brother I never wanted.'

He smirked as well, 'Well you're like another annoying sister, I never wanted so we're even.'

She chuckled, 'What about you? Dating? Sex?'

'It's Tuesday, 3 A.M, Clara.'

She giggled this time, 'Derek, I think you're worth it too. I tell as much all the time, so go find yourself some hot model and live a little.'

'Model?' he asked.

He could sense she rolled her eyes, 'Please like you don't know you're a catch. Melissa called you hot and mysterious the other day.'

'Hm, Scott's mom.'

She giggled again, 'You're an ass.'

Before she suddenly stopped talking, and he heard a noise like she had sat up.

'What's wrong?' asked Derek tensely.

'Uh…'

'Clara?' he asked worried all of the sudden. He heard that the woman must have gone out of bed and walked somewhere.

'Clara!'

'Jesus, chill,' Derek heard door open and after a while another one.

'Huh,' he suddenly heard.

'Well?' he asked intensely.

'It's nothing-just…Nina just went out. Did something happen?'

Derek blinked, 'I don't know of anything…maybe she just when to feed.'

'Yeah,' agreed Clara, but Derek could sense she wasn't so sure.

'Okay, I'm going to bed again.'

'Goodnight, Clara,' he said softly.

'Goodnight, Derek.'

After putting her phone aside Clara covered herself and snuggled herself under the warm blanket. Nina was crazy to go out at 3 A.M to feed when this was so nice. As she was falling asleep she briefly remembered that Nina went to feed on Saturday and that again it was 3 A.M.

Why would she go to a club this late?

Was the last thought on Clara's mind as she went to the dreamland.

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Nina came to class on Tuesday and almost double took a she found Jackson sitting in the room like nothing happened. The library was a mess. No one was allowed in. The Argents must have covered it all up. For once it was good they were in charge in school.

Scott nodded at her, and she nodded back. Their new plan? Follow Jackson.

She walked to her seat as far away from Jackson as possible right behind Scott, and she leaned over to Matt who was by her side, 'How are you? The head?'

He gave her a tight smile, 'Just a small concussion. Mom got really worried though.'

She nodded at him, and then looked to the front, 'Is he nervous?' she asked whispering.

Scott shook his head, and she let out a relieved sigh. So he didn't know anything then. She looked over to Jackson. He seemed fine. He wasn't looking at them, but she didn't know what was going on with him since she couldn't sense not one thing from him.

She bit her lip, 'I might have a semi-idea. If I touch him…when he's controlled I could maybe see something.'

Scott turned around to her with a worry in his eyes. She waited for him to think about it although she was already determinate to do it the first chance she got. What she didn't know was that Scott was fully aware of it. He was also aware that there was something wrong between the two of them something that Nina wasn't admitting, and he knew he must have caused it. He could tell. He knew Nina well even if for her benefit and his he sometimes let her get away with it.

The class ended, and Scott took her to the side, 'Only if I'm there with you and only if we're sure he can't cut you, okay?'

She watched him for a moment before she nodded, 'Okay.'

He sighed and took her hand walking out of the class. She looked at their hands together. It should feel good, but it didn't because she could only think about how guilty she felt, and how much she wanted him to want to hold her hand in public.

She pulled away but continued to walk even if he was giving her odd looks, she chose to ignore for now.

They followed him around together mostly. Scott was the only one to catch his scent while Nina was trying to get close enough to see through his eyes. Stiles wanted to spend some father-son time since they were in a bad place ever since the restraining order. The worst part was that now the Argents knew it was Jackson as well so if they wanted to pull something they had a kanima.

Scott looked over to Nina, 'Do you know what he's doing here?'

'Buying a ticket to a rave?'

He shot her a look, and she shrugged as they were walking into an abandon warehouse following Jackson.

'How do you even know about these things?'

She sighed, 'I go to clubs to feed people like to get pretty girls into their clubs or happenings to drag people. I often get ask to come and dance a bit. They offer me to drink, but I don't tend to drink when I want to feed. It makes me distracted on its own,' she said and Scott caught the nervousness coming from her.

'What's wrong?'

She shook her head, 'Just remembered something. This way,' she said pulling his sleeve to the corner. They hide from the crowd looking at Jackson as he was standing in the line.

'I don't think he's controlled right now,' mumbled Nina, 'Why would someone want him to buy rave tickets?'

Scott looked at her, 'Maybe the next victim with be there?'

Nina sighed, 'It feels so wrong, all of it. The hunter, Isaac's dad, the mechanic, that couple? It's all wrong. Peter's victims had a connection, the Hale house fire.'

'Stiles thinks they had one too,' agreed Scott, 'Also the people which the teacher killed were connected to the girl's life.'

Nina nodded, 'So they're connected to the master life, or goal, or whatever they want.'

Scott nodded and looked at Jackson again, 'Come one.'

They got to the line where Scott saw Matt. He was kind of surprised seeing him there as well although it didn't seem like Jackson was talking to him, and he looked kind of nervous to be around him since he believed he punched him in the library, and started a fight with Scott the other day.

'Matt, Matt,' called out Scott surprising Nina, 'How much are tickets?' he asked the boy as he looked at them.

'$75,' he replied calmly. Scott couldn't hold back his shock. That was quite expensive for him to give away for one ticket.

'Can I borrow some money?' he found himself asking.

'Yeah, how much?' nodded Matt not seeming all that bother.

'$75,' said Scott and both Nina and Matt shot him a look. She grabbed Scott's forearm and she dragged him to the end of the line pulling out her some bills from her pocket.

'Here. Merry Christmas.'

'I'll give it back, okay?' he said instantly, but she shook her head, 'Save your money for your real girlfriend. Take her somewhere nice.'

He let out a small chuckle, 'I wish I could but frankly my fake girlfriend is the only one I get to take anywhere out with me to the public.'

Nina smirked, 'Like raves?'

He chuckled, and the both of them turned to look back at Jackson. They didn't see what he was doing since he was way ahead of them. Once it was his turn Nina noticed how oddly was the girl who was selling the tickets acting, 'What's he doing?'

Scott shook his head, 'I don't know, but he scared her. She's scared, her heartbeat is too fast.'

It was a moment before the girl closed the register for all the people in the line and felt looking down at the weird kid who freaked her out. There was definitely something not right with that kid down there.

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Sheriff let out a groan as he took a bite from his burger Stiles brought for them a while ago, 'Oh, what the hell is this?'

He was highly annoyed. Things had been tough around the station to say the least. He could feel the tension around, and although he didn't say anything he had a feeling it would ended up with his head on the plate.

Stiles pointed at their food, 'Veggie burger.'

Sheriff put the burger down, 'Stiles, I asked for a hamburger.'

Stiles shook his head, 'Well, veggie is healthier. We're being healthy.'

Sheriff let out a sigh and looked over to an unopened case of fries. When he did open it, he found more vegetables and carrots inside, 'Oh, hell, why are you trying to ruin my life?' he asked annoyed. This was getting out of hands. His son had an obsession about him being healthy. He knew it must have been because of his mom dying in such an early age, and he got that, but every time he saw the food he brought him he was losing it. He wanted meat like any other guy.

Stiles sighed annoyed that he had to fight his dad on it every time he brought him food, 'I'm trying to extend your life, okay? Could you just eat it, please? And tell me what you found.' It was true that he came to spend some time with his old man. Lately things had been just the worst of the worst. They haven't touch as much as they used to since more and more talks involved lies about things Stiles couldn't tell him. Despite how easy it was for him from time to time to lie, he didn't enjoy it, but his dad was that entire he had left. He saw what happened to people who knew the full truth. They got hurt. Nina's only relative was in a coma. He seriously didn't want that to happen to his dad.

Sheriff shot him a look. After all those things that happened Stiles always seemed to have the nerves for more, 'No, I'm not sharing confidential police work with a teenager.'

Stiles's eyes wondered behind him, 'Is that it on the board behind you?'

Sheriff stopped drinking and looked Stiles straight into the eyes when he realized he was looking at the evidence board behind him, 'Don't look at that.'

Stiles shook his head and started looking behind him at the board absorbing it in and already making connections and links.

Sheriff sighed again and tried to block his view, 'Avert your eyes.'

Stiles nodded but still continued to look around the pictures and little red arrows, 'Okay. Just... It's just... I see arrows pointing at pictures.'

Sheriff shot him a look which Stiles repaid with a look of his own both Stilinski's waiting for one of them to budge, 'Okay, okay, stop. Fine,' said the sheriff annoyed, 'I found something,' he admitted, 'Mechanic and the couple who were murdered. They all had something in common.'

Stiles blinked completely interested, 'All three?'

Sheriff nodded, 'Yeah. You know what I always say. One's an incident. Two's coincidence-'

Stiles cut in, 'Three's a pattern.'

Sheriff nodded again and started counting, 'The mechanic, the husband, the wife... All the same age. All 24.'

Stiles leaned back against his seat thinking. If they could connect the victims, they would have a lead on the master, 'Wait, what about Mr. Lahey? I mean, Isaac's dad isn't anywhere near 24.'

'Which made me think that either a Lahey's murder wasn't connected or b the ages were a coincidence, until I found this, which would be c. Did you know that Isaac Lahey had an older brother named Camden?' he asked and hand him over a file he got just a few hours ago.

Stiles opened it, 'Died in combat?'

Sheriff nodded, 'But if he were alive today, take one guess as to how old he'd be.'

'24,' mumbled Stiles looking at the report, and then slowly back at his dad.

'Now what if same age means same class... I mean, did you think of that?' asked Stiles standing up to look at the board properly.

Sheriff nodded, 'Yeah, yeah. Well, I would've. I mean,' he sighed kind of embarrassed, 'I... Look, I just got Lahey's file two hours ago.'

Stiles blinked upset 'Two hours? Dad, people could be dying.'

Sheriff frowned at his accusations and walked up to the pile of files he had about the victims, 'Yeah, I'm aware of that. Thank you.'

They started digging through the piles of papers, 'Same class.'

'Okay, this is it. Class of 2006. They all went to Beacon Hills,' said Stiles as he was pointing at one of the papers.

Sheriff checked the file, 'Including Isaac's brother.'

'All right, but so what if they all knew each other, you know? I mean, two of them were married, so maybe they all just hung out,' he suggested going through the papers.

'Well, they could have had the same classes together. They could've...'

Stiles blinked, 'What?'

'Same teacher,' sheriff showed him one of the files with Harris picture in it. Stiles mind wondered back to what Nina said about how Harris was always nice to Jackson.

'He seems to like Jackson. He always calls him by his first name and he's like never mean to him,' suggested Nina, 'Jackson often came to talk with him in freshman during the consulting hours.'

'Harris. They were all in his class?' asked the boy looking at his father feeling all excited like they were finally on to something.

Sheriff nodded checking the files, 'All four. And I don't know how Mr. Lahey fits in, but this... Kid, this is definitely a pattern. All right, give me the 2006 yearbook. These names, we need faces,' he said already looking for the yearbook. One of the people on the list of the kids who had chemistry with Harris was next. Someone was about to die next.

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'Great,' sighed Nina as they returned to their Jackson's house since the boy just come home like nothing happened, 'It was weird, right? How she left? You said she got nervous because of Jackson…so maybe,' she mumbled brushing her face.

Scott looked over to her, 'You can go home. I promise I wouldn't do anything to Maria's car.'

She shook her head, 'I don't care, and I'm not leaving.'

They shared a look before Scott smiled a bit, 'You care so much, and I don't mean about the car.'

She rolled her eyes, 'Please, you're the one who started the whole Save Jackson squad.'

He chuckled, 'Okay, I really don't want him to die. He may still be an asshole, but when I thought about it, he looked confused when I caught him with Allison in the lockers room, Nina. He was not himself, and he was scared because he couldn't remember what happened. If I didn't get so worked up over-'

'Over your girlfriend, who you love being on the ground with him naked and on top of her? Yeah, I really don't see how you could handle it any other way, Scott,' cut in Nina instantly stopping him in his guilt trip, 'So knock it off. We'll figure this out and help him. Derek said he wouldn't kill him, and I believe him, this time.'

Scott nodded and looked at the house again, 'He seemed calmer when we left. You think he and Clara are good? I heard them talking, but I didn't want to eardrop.'

Nina nodded, 'She seemed calmer as well. Maybe the late night booty calls will stop,' she giggled.

'Listen about what happened. In school on Monday… is it something we need to talk about or…?' he asked looking at her. So they were done pretending like she didn't arouse him on purpose in the hallway. Okay, she could deal with it.

'I'm just starting to fell weird about it all. Believe me I'm doing it for you and Allison, and I totally want to help, but it feels kind of weird.'

She shook her head, 'I don't want it to be weird, I just get this feeling from time to time like the only reason people like me is because they desire me, not like me, or care, or love…me.'

Scott watched her with and opened mouth, 'Don't say that. I-I really didn't mean to get horny-'

'Scott,' she said closing her eyes.

'No-no, listen,' he said and looked into her eyes. He had such intensity in his eyes, but Nina doubted she could ever look away, or not want to hear what he was going to say to her.

'It's my fault,' said Scott shocking her, 'How you feel? That people just want you, but don't like you?' he asked, 'I did that. When we kiss or touch or-I know you can tell I react. I get aroused which is just the worst thing ever because-you're so amazing.'

Nina blinked filling her eyes with tears fill in involuntarily. Here it was Scott was going to tell her that she only made him aroused that it was all her fault that he had no feelings for her that no one could that-

'You are brilliant in every single way, I'm the lowest of the low because I can tell you feel like you're just lusted over. You're not! It's all the wolf inside me. He-he wants you because he sees you just as-as a succubus, but Nina you have to listen to me. I know you, I know you're more than that and I know you amazing, okay?'

She sighed and closed her eyes feeling how he put his hand on her shoulder.

'The wolf, it's all him wanting you, getting horny over you. I know you must have sensed it, but I'm telling you, me, Scott, I would never lower you like that.'

She opened her eyes slowly taking in a deep breath as for what he just told her, 'So you don't-'

He shook his head with a smile, 'I know you feel like you're only good to be desired, but you're not I'm prove of that-'

Is he-?

'You're my best friend, and I care for you.'

Best friend…

She blinked. Tears were gone just like that. She honestly didn't know what to say. He just told her that even the desire he felt for her wasn't him but his wolf, and that he didn't love her as more than a friend.

Were you expecting something else? How stupid are you?

She nodded. He gave her what she wanted. He told her she was more, she was worth more, but not to him. The wolf understood instinct, and instinct to him was to want to mate to her. Scott? He wanted to be friends with her. Just friends. Why did it hurt so much? Why did it hurt when he told her so many lovely and pretty things? He told her that he cared for her, that she was amazing, that she was his best friend. Just a few months ago having friends was the only thing she had hoped for…someone who would trust her, and care for her, and believe her, and call her friend. Scott did all of that. He looked her into her green eyes with those puppy brown ones with such a look of adoration she should be over the moon, but instead it felt like she was bleeding on the inside. It felt like everything in her had fallen apart because he just told her that she wasn't even good to him for desire! Not to him because he didn't want her, he wanted Allison, his wolf was the one giving her hope and mixed signals.

She gave him something of a perfect smile, she used to see on Maria's face when she was lying her mouth off to someone about what she was wearing shorts in December.

'Best friends,' was the only thing she said before she looked back at the house, 'Thanks, Scott. You're a good friend.'

He didn't caught the lie, he couldn't because she made sure to say the words one by one so he wouldn't have chance to catch her heartbeat because she wouldn't be shake about it. She closed her eyes and went back into her house in her mind. Not hers and Maria's in Beacon Hills, but hers and her mom's. The little house they lived in Chicago for a few years. Her mom used to put on music and watch her dance around or performing. She used to play with the girls in her little room where which her mom filled with cute dolls.

'You're still the cutest,' she would say when Nina would tell her how one of the dolls was cute or pretty.

Scott frowned down at her, 'You okay? I thought you would-'

'I fine, thanks, I'm glad you think that-'

Scott phone went off, 'Deaton.'

Both Nina and he looked at each other confused the strange mood he sensed from her forgotten.

Nina looked to the window. She tried to think about something else. It was a scary thought though that Jackson didn't remember what he was doing. She couldn't i

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Chris walked Allison into the morgue in the Beacon Hill Memorial. He walked to one of the body, 'Hmm. This one, Sean. Sean was killed by this thing Gerard says is a kind of shapeshifter. It hasn't been around for a while.'

Allison nodded, 'The thing you shot outside the club the other night.'

Chris nodded as well, 'South American legend we know of calls it the kanima. This one, Jessica. She was smothered to death after giving birth. The police think it was done by someone else. We think it's a person who's controlling this other shapeshifter. That means two killers, Allison. One human, one not. You know, the question I had after Gerard first told me about our family... Why us? He quoted me Winston Churchill. The price of greatness is responsibility. Personally, I think it's more about knowledge. What we know, the truth, what we know about the world, that makes us responsible, for a young couple, their newborn daughter, anyone that doesn't have the power to defend themselves. Are you starting to get it?'

'I get that this isn't a lecture. It's an interrogation.'

'That depends on what you know. Gerard showed me the library. Cameras didn't catch everything, but do you really think a little high school fight can explain that amount of damage? We know you're trying to protect your friends, but people are dying. A child was orphaned. What you know makes you responsible, he pulled the sheet on Jessica's body, 'It makes you responsible for this.'

'What do you want me to tell you?' she asked slowly. She knew it would backfire. She knew it would cause problems, but this? Scott didn't see this. He trusted Derek, Derek, who he used to hate, Derek, who he wanted to kill Lydia and Jackson and who killed Aaron like it was nothing.

'Anything you know. Anything that can lead us to answering the one question that might mean everything. Who controls the kanima?' he asked and Allison looked down at the body for just one second. People were dying. They tried to do it Scott ways, and they were failing, and more and more bodies were dropping dead. With a sigh Allison told him everything she knew.

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Scott opened the door the vet's clinic for Derek only to find him with Isaac, 'What's he doing here?'

'I need him,' said Derek as if it explained everything.

Scott frowned at the other teen. He still remembered how he attacked them, or how he tried to kill Lydia, 'I don't trust him.'

'Yeah, well, he doesn't trust you either,' said Isaac as they all walked in.

'You know what?' asked Derek looking from one to another, 'And Derek really doesn't care. Now where's the vet? Is he gonna help us or not?'

Deaton came out of the examination room to look at the new alpha, 'That depends. Your friend, Jackson. Are we planning to kill him or save him?' he asked looking at Derek who not long ago beat the shit out of him. That still hurt considering whose son he was.

'Kill him-'

'Save him-'

Said Scott and Derek at the same time. Nina who was pressed against the wall rolled her eyes, 'Save him,' she looked at Derek, 'Or I'm telling Clara.'

He shot her a look, but she ignored it and walked into the room. She wasn't afraid of him now. She used to be when she thought he might be the alpha, or when he was keeping things to himself and was all dangerous and mysterious. Now? Now, she fully knew he had a weak spot which was Clara.

As if it was planned the tall woman with purple hair walked into the room smiling at him and at Isaac and Nina could just barely hold back a smirk. Very weak spot.

They gathered around the examination room as Deaton put a box full of little jars on the examination table.

Isaac tried to reach over when Derek stopped him, 'Watch what you touch.'

Clara came to stand by Deaton's side, 'That's a personal experience.'

Nina chuckled at that while Isaac leaned against the table, 'So, what are you? Some kind of witches?'

Deaton shot him a look, 'No, I'm a veterinarian, and she's a nurse,' Clara winked at him, 'Unfortunately, I don't see anything here that's going to be an effective defense against a paralytic toxin as strong as the sample Clara brought.'

'Which is why we thought up something else,' she looked at him and nodded.

'What about an effective offense?' asked Deaton.

'We already tried. I nearly took its head off. And Argent emptied an entire clip into it. The thing just gets back up,' explained Derek with a sigh.

'Has it shown any weaknesses?' asked Deaton.

'Well, one … It can't swim,' reminded them Derek.

Clara shook her head, 'We know that's not a kanima thing.'

Deaton looked at her and then at Scott, 'Does that go for Jackson as well?'

'No,' Scott shook his head, 'He's the captain of the swim team.' The vet let out a sigh before he went thought his things and picked up a small coin, 'Essentially, you're trying to catch two people. A puppet... And a puppeteer,' he put the coin on the table, 'One killed the husband, but the other had to take care of the wife. Do we know why?'

'I don't think Jackson could do it. His mother died pregnant too, and she was maybe murdered. I think he couldn't let the same thing happen to someone else,' said Scott.

'How do you know it's not part of the rules? The kanima kills murderers. If Jackson kills the wife, then the baby dies too,' suggested.

'Does that mean your father was a murderer?' asked Scott, 'Plus we know it's not just murders,' he looked at Nina.

She nodded, 'It's people the master is pissed at.'

Deaton nodded that would go with the book, 'The book says they're bonded, right? What if the fear of water isn't coming from Jackson, but from the person controlling him? What if something that affects the kanima also affects its master?' he asked and put some dust around the coin.

'Meaning what?' asked Isaac.

'Meaning we can catch them. Both of them,' said Scott finally understanding. They finally had something. They had a shot to actually catch the master and safe Jackson. It felt like the best news of the week.

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Nina was in her room. She finally got to do some of her homework, and as hard and time consuming as it was she was glad she finally did something right. It felt actually. She once she was done she took a look around the neighborhood with seeing the energies of the people around her. She noticed on Wednesday that Chris Argent was close by. She wondered if he would come inside, but after a few moments he left as if he realized he was spotted. He didn't return. She briefly wondered if she shouldn't text Scott about it, but she decided that she would do so if he did come again.

She heard her phone rang and looked down at it.

Why do you think Joey and Phoebe would be a better couple than Ross and Rachel? They aren't even a thing. – Shane

Nina rolled her eyes and replied. She couldn't help it, but it felt good to talk with Shane things out. Sure, she couldn't tell him a lot of things, she still was completely in love with Scott, but it was nice to have someone funny, hot, and smart to show interest in you.

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'You want to go out?' asked Melissa when Scott came home.

'Yeah,' he said slowly. He now realized it might not been the best idea, but she was supposed to be home on Friday, and he noticed that since they came back from the station last Friday. She started coming to his room without knocking more often and looking around like she was expecting to find Allison there or to find him gone. He didn't leave the room since he was grounded and oddly Allison didn't try to contact him in any way since the library incident. It made him a bit worried. She was acting weird when he left, and it just…something felt off. He didn't fully know what Jackson told her, or if something was weird before then, but there was something. They hadn't even had time to talk about what happened on Friday. They slept together, yet so much had happened none of them had a chance to talk at all.

'Okay, help me with dinner,' she instructed him.

'So can I go?' he asked again with puppy eyes.

'We'll see,' she told him. Scott sighed. He was trying. He knew he messed up with the restraining order. He knew he disappointed his mom and basically everyone. It was funny how just a few months ago he would run the other way if something happened like this. He didn't know what changed. Maybe it was the fact that he felt responsible in a way? Jackson got dragged into this because he was involved. Maybe it was because of how often Nina told him that he was great and that he was doing the right thing into just burnt into him, and he wanted to be that person. He hoped he wasn't just pretending to be that person.

Melissa looked at him, 'Is she worth it, Allison?'

Scott looked at her tired. He didn't want to fight her on this again. She was upset about the whole thing, and he didn't blame her, but she didn't know about everything, and it made her think the wrong things.

'I don't want to talk about it.'

'Well, tough.'

He sighed, 'Mom.'

She shook her head, 'I don't get it. Why wouldn't they just-?'

'Mom, please.'

She sighed, 'Okay…can you get Nina here for dinner some time this week?'

Scott looked at her, 'So you could interrogate her?'

'So I could apologize, okay?' She shook her head, 'I said that I blame her when she did nothing. I want to apologize. I like her,' she looked at Scott. He could tell that she felt bad about what she said, but he also could her that she still wanted to interrogate her a little bit.

'We'll see, Friday?' he asked with a knowing smile and Melissa sighed, 'Fine, Friday, but I want you home by eleven, understood? And God help you if you end up-' he took her hand as she was holding a plate and looked her into the eyes, 'I promise.' It hurt to say those words, but he wanted to her not to worry. He wanted her not to feel the way she felt when people were looking at them at the station whispering behind her back about what kind of mother she was to raise him like this. He needed to do better this time. He had to do better. He would do better.
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'He slipped,' said Nina on Friday.

'What do you mean slipped?!' shouted Stiles into the phone, 'You lost him? She lost him. Do you hear that Scott. Nina lost him!' shouted Stiles annoyed, and she rolled her eyes as she was driving to school with her phone on speaker. She wanted to shout at him.

'Look, I don't know what happened. He must have gone through the window or back door, and since I can't really sense him, I lost him. He didn't take his car though.'

'Oh, and that's helpful?' shouted Stiles and she rolled her eyes again, 'Whatever I'm almost in school.'

She ended the call. It was the worst case scenario to lose him. He might be meeting with the master right now to discuss the options or something! Great, just peachy! She stopped in front of the school and rushed inside. She still might be able to catch some class. She still didn't get it. She couldn't see him at all, so she didn't understood what Maria wrote about different energy. Maybe she was translating it wrong. Ms. Morrell did mistake friend for a master so…

DDDDDDDDDDD

Coach walked into the lockers just as Stiles put his phone away, 'Can anybody tell me where the hell Jackson is and why he missed morning practice?' he asked.

Stiles whispered to Scott angrily, 'I told you she shouldn't watch him. I told you she would lose him-'

'Stilinski!' shouted coach catching his attention, 'Jackson?' Stiles made a face, 'Sorry, Coach, I haven't seen him since the last time I saw him.'

Coach nodded and crossed his arms waiting, 'Oh, and when was that?'

Stiles shot him a look before he answered seriously doubting his coach's mental state some times, 'Last time I saw him was definitely the time I saw him last.' Scott made a confused face while the coach gave him a disbelieved look, 'Yeah, okay, again. Danny,' he turned to the other boy on the bench still not fully over what Stilinski just said, 'tell Jackson no missing practice this close to the championships, okay?' Danny nodded, 'Sure, Coach.'

They all waited until Coach got into his office before Danny said, 'Sorry, but I only got two myself.'

Stiles made a face as Scott spent the last fifteen minutes trying to get Danny to sell them his tickets, 'What-Do you even have a date, yet?'

Danny frowned at him before he looked down annoyed, 'I'm working on it.'

Stiles nodded several times, 'Okay, okay. Hear me out. You give us the tickets, and you devote your life to abstinence and just-' He was cut off by Isaac who pulled him and Scott to the side, 'How do you two losers even survive?'

Scott frowned at him, 'What are we supposed to do? No one's even selling,' he complained. It reminded him that he had to return the money to Nina.

The tall boy rolled his eyes before he noticed something and smirked confusing both boys, 'Wait here, boys.'

Scott watched as he walked to some of their co-players, 'What is he gonna-holy!'

Both he and Scott watched as he trashed the player around against the lockers, wall and just a day old new sink which Scott broke on Monday. When he was done Isaac returned to the two boys who were giving him horrified looks and gave them the tickets, 'Enjoy the show.' Both watched as he walked away looking all smug.

'He just-,' started Stiles looking down at the ticket, and then back at him, 'Uh, okay.'

Scott nodded.
DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Allison waited in the chemistry room at the end of the day. She left a message for Stiles so Scott would meet her there alone. Once he came in, she walked to him. She was preparing what to tell him, but the moment she saw him she lost her voice and couldn't think up one single word, 'I'm sorry. I know that you said we can't talk like this anymore.'

Scott shook his head worried, 'What happened?'

Allison swallowed hard. Might as well go with the truth, 'Um... My dad and I, um... He knows about the last two murders. He knows that there are two killers, and he and Gerard...'

Scott took her hands, 'Hey, it's okay. That's not bad. If he knows, fine. I'm actually more worried about your mom.'

Allison blinked. Did Nina tell him about his mom coming over? 'What does that mean?'

'My mom is pretty pissed. I sort of told her that we were secretly dating-'

'Whoa, what? How come I'm just hearing about this now?' she asked upset, 'Why would you tell her?'

'Uh, she was accusing Nina that she was the reason for my bad grades-I just felt bad for her-'

'So you told your mom that I'm the reason for your bad grades?' asked Allison looking really upset, and Scott panicked, 'No, of course not, but you weren't there. It wasn't fair that my mom was angry with her-I just lost it I guess. I made mom promised she would tell, but I had to make up an excuse why your parents don't want us to date… and now she's pissed even more because she thinks they're snobs. She promised she wouldn't tell them, but she looks bugged, and I'm worried she might.'

Allison shook her head, 'You shouldn't have told her. Now, I feel bad.'

'I know, and I'm sorry,' he apologized and Allison nodded before she remembered something as well.

'Um... Well, I don't... I don't know how it happened or why I even said yes, but I'm actually supposed to hang out with Matt,' she admitted, 'I was distracted by following Jackson, and I didn't realized he asked until I already said yes.'

Scott nodded excited by the idea. This was great. This would helped them get the Argents from his back. 'Oh. Oh, great. That's perfect. Go out with him.'

'Seriously?' she blinked confused.

'Yeah, and make a big deal out of it in front of your mom, okay? Even kiss him if you have to,' he said nodding.

Allison blinked, 'Kiss him? Are you sure about that?' Scott thought about it, 'Uh, totally, Nina and I kiss all the time-well not kiss kiss, but you-'

'So it's okay to kiss other people because you and Nina kiss all the time?' she asked looking upset.

Scott frowned, 'What's that supposed to mean? You know that me and Nina just-'

'I know,' said Allison taking a deep breath before she looked him straight into the eyes, 'Oh. Like, really kiss him?' She didn't get it was he saying that kissing Nina meant nothing, and that it should mean anything to her eyes, or…

'Well, what's really kiss him like?'

Allison stepped closer to him and kissed him the way she wanted to through the whole weekend and week they were apart taking his breath away.

Scott left his eyes closed as Allison pressed her forehead against his. He honestly didn't know what was the problem with his wolf when Allison was so amazing, 'Yeah, don't do that.'

She chuckled softly her breath tickling his face. He tried to capture the moment, to get lost in it, when he suddenly noticed the sadness inside her. She was sad, and she was anxious, and she oddly reminded him off the times Nina told him that she didn't want to tell him what was wrong.

'What is it?' asked Scott as they parted.

Allison shook her head and started walking away, 'Nothing. I got to go.'

Scott watched as she was leaving feeling the same strange way he felt when he had to leave her and go with Erica to Derek on Monday, 'I-I love you.'

Allison turned around for a moment, 'You too.'

He was so focused on Allison's weird behavior he didn't even noticed Mrs. Argent standing behind the door watching them ever since she saw Scott walk in. Her hunch was right. She was right.

He ruined everything for them!

DDDDDDDDDDDDD

Scott and Stiles got the cafeteria, and they sat down opposite to Nina, 'Okay, we got the tickets you're going to have to-,' started Stiles before the blonde cut him off by showing her ticket in front of him.

He frowned, 'How the hell did you got that?'

Nina leaned a bit away from the seat to reveal her stomach and smirked sensing his energy changed. If that didn't tell her that he was horny, the guilty look and blush definitely did.

He coughed a bit and looked at her, 'Okay, you seductress does that mean you have a date?'

She let out a scoff, 'Nope, I can't date. I'm just here to be wanted.'

Scott frowned at that, 'Nina.'

'I know, you guys don't see me as just a nice hot body, but everyone else…,' she sighed and looked Kyle who was passing by winking at her.

Nina shrugged her shoulders and shot them a grimace, 'Stupid jocks!'

'What's wrong? Did he imagine you?' asked Scott looking at her feeling for her. Nina nodded annoyed, 'It's whatever. Forget that let's talk about the plan.'

Scott watched her for a few moments before he nodded and explained it to her.

DDDDDDDDDDDDD

'Ketamine?' asked Scott confused as he and Stiles got to the vet clinic.

Deaton nodded as he prepared the injection and the small jar, 'It's the same stuff we use on the dogs, just a higher dosage. If you can get close enough to Jackson, it should slow him down enough to buy you some time. This is some of what you'll use to create the barrier, he looked the two boys in front of him and gave him a small amount of the mountain ash, 'This part is for you, Stiles. Only you.'

Stiles took it looking a little bit unsure, 'Uh, that sounds like a lot of pressure. Can we maybe find a slightly less pressure - filled task for me?' he asked and Scott looked at him with a 'are you serious right now, dude?' look on his face.

Deaton gave him a look, 'It's from the Mountain ash tree, which is believed by many cultures to protect against the supernatural. This office is lined with ashwood, making it difficult for someone like Scott to cause me any trouble,' he explained.

Stiles shot him a look, 'Okay, so then what? I just spread this around the whole building and then either Jackson or whoever's controlling him can't cross it?'

'They'll be trapped,' nodded Deaton.

Scott looked over to Stiles for support, 'Doesn't sound too hard.'

'Not all there is. Think of it like gunpowder. It's just powder until a spark ignites it. You need to be that spark, Stiles,' explained Deaton, but Stiles shot him a look, 'If you mean light myself on fire, I don't think I'm up for that.'

'Let me try a different analogy. I used to golf. I learned that the best golfers never swing before first imagining where they want the ball to go. They see it in their mind and their mind takes over. It can be pretty extraordinary what the force of your own will can accomplish,' he tried the boy to understand.

'Force of will,' mumbled Stiles thinking about it, but he didn't really believe in it. 'If this is going to work, Stiles, you have to believe it,' he said a little bit more serious for Stiles to understand the importance of the situation, but the boy looked still oddly at him.

As they walked out of the vet clinic, he turned to Scott, 'Will it work?'

Scott shrugged his shoulders, 'It did keep Peter from coming to get me that one time.'

Stiles nodded and they carried two bags into Stiles's jeep, 'It still feels weird.'

DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Nina took her phone, 'Scott, I'm already by your house, where are you?'

'I'm running late. Just don't let her interrogate her. I'll be there as soon as I can,' he assured her and she sighed. She looked at the door as if it was her worst nightmare and very carefully knocked.

She waited a few moments. She would have felt so much better if Clara came as well, but she was preparing everything for tonight.

Melissa opened the door, 'Hi, thanks for coming, come in.'

She nodded at her and tensely walked inside, 'I know you and Scott are planning to go out and do the whole fake couple thing, but can I say it?'

Nina looked at her, 'I so sorry for what I said. I was angry and upset, and I know it's no excuse because I'm the parent, and I should know better, but I lost it, and I'm so terrible sorry. I wished I could take it back, and I so sorry I made you feel bad about yourself and don't try to say that I didn't because I know you did. Honestly,' she let out a sad chuckle, 'I don't have a good sorry-just that I'm sorry and that I'm only human, and I lost it,' she told her in all truth.

Nina watched her for a few moments before she nodded at her and even smiled a bit, 'It's okay. I get it. It hurt I won't lie, but I get it.'

Melissa reached for her, 'Can I hug you?'

Nina smiled at her. She wasn't really angry at Melissa. She was just sad. It hurt to have someone like her, who reminded her so much of her mom, to have her says such things about her. It hurt that Melissa thought she was a troublemaker, and that she would cause trouble for Scott. She let the older woman hug her. She loved hugging people, and especially now when everything left messed up she was happy for it.

'Tell me, are you okay with it? Scott Allison?' she asked as she moved away, 'Doesn't it bother you?' asked Melissa looking straight into her green eyes to see the truth.

Nina gave her the saddest smile, 'They're my friends. I care for them. I want them to be happy.'

Melissa brushed her hair a bit, 'But what about you?'

They had finished preparing dinner by the time Scott arrived. Neither of them mentioned anything during the time they eat.

DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Chris Argent started picking out his guns in their basement, 'All right. The party's in a warehouse just inside the industrial sector. Allison,' he looked over to the brunette sitting on the stairs, 'has learned that Jackson Whittemore will be there seeking his next target out of the crowd. Since we still have little clue as to just how strong he is, we need to be extremely cautious. When Allison has Jackson's location and has determined him to be at the optimal point where we can take him down, she'll signal me,' he looked right at her, 'Optimal meaning as far away from the crowd as possible. There will be no collateral damage tonight. Go ahead,' he instructed her, and with a nodded she walked up the stairs.

Gerard waited until she was out of the hearing sight, 'As willing a participant as she seems, your young protegee there also appears to be under the impression that we are planning a trap,' he told him.

'She doesn't need to know any more than that,' said Chris.

'For the rest of us then, let's be perfectly clear. You don't trap a creature this dangerous,' he took his knife, 'You kill it.'

Most of the hunters seemed satisfied with that and started to leave.

'I would prefer if you didn't come tonight with us tonight, Morrison,' said Gerard all of the sudden once all the other hunters were out.

The man stopped and turned around to blink, 'Why?'

Gerard sighed and gave him a look, 'I think we're both aware why.'

Morrison didn't even flinch, but when re remained silence Gerard nodded, 'Very well, you can understand my shock when I had pulled Ms. James files and found out her birthday is August the 15th. Which is almost exactly nine months after you called me and reported a job well done, if you remember that is?'

Morrison face went hard but he still didn't say anything as it was pointless in this moment, 'You lied. I order you to take care of the succubus, Mary Jones, and you let her live for over what eleven years?'

Gerard took a deep breath, 'You do understand that I take this as treason.'

Morrison smirked as he saw Richards and another hunter step behind him, 'Sorry, man.'

'No need to feel sorry for a black sheep, boys.'

Morrison watched Gerard for a few moments before he burst out of laugher and shook his head. The older man didn't look pleased and both hunters had tense looks on their faces at the man laughed.

'I wouldn't do that if I were you,' he said very slowly looking at the old man.

He shrugged his shoulders, 'I still might be useful.'

'I think you proved yourself useful enough,' replied the old man calmly and then nodded at one of the hunters who hit Morrison over the head with the back of his gun.

'Take care of him, don't tell it to anyone and make it look like an incident,' he commanded and turned around to walk out of the basement.

DDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Stiles was running to his jeep when he noticed his father coming home from work. 'Hey. Can't talk, got to run. Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. What's wrong?' he asked as John didn't even stop to look at him.

Sheriff shrugged his shoulders, 'Nothing.'

'Oh. Where's your gun?' asked Stiles looking at him worried.

'I left it at the station along with my badge. It's all right. You know what? We'll talk about this later.'

'Dad,' said Stiles suddenly struggling if he should leave when his dad was clearly sad and upset. Something was wrong.

'Don't worry about it,' said the sheriff turning away.

'Dad!'

With a sigh the sheriff turned back, 'It was decided that the son of a police chief stealing police property and having a restraining order filed against him by one of the town's most respected attorneys did not reflect well on the county,' he explained.

Stiles blinked horrified by what he just heard, 'They fired you?'

Sheriff shook his head trying to light it up, 'Nah. Look, it's-it's just a leave of absence. It's... It's temporary.'

'Did they say it was temporary or…?' asked Stiles waiting.

'Actually, no. You know, I... It's fine. Don't worry about it though. Hey. We're going to be fine,' he said and started walking back to the house.

'Dad. I don't get it. Why... Why aren't you angry at me?' he asked and watched as the Sheriff shrugged his shoulders and before he left said as if it was the most casual thing in the world. 'I don't know. Maybe I just don't want to feel any worse than I already do by having to yell at my son.'

That made Stiles feel worse than if the sheriff did yell on him. He looked down at his keys. Honestly, he felt like crying or punching something. He was trying. God help him, he was trying. He was the good guy. He, Scott, Nina, they were the good guys, they were protecting people. They were trying, and they were fighting, and they were risking their lives. They all got a record now. Nina and Scott were failing classes. Nina's only relative was in the hospital. They were the good guys…they wanted to do the good things. So Stiles didn't get it. Why did it constantly felt like they were losing?

He picked up Scott without even realizing it and drove to the warehouse where the rave was about to take place. Nina was already there meeting them.

'You okay?' asked Scott as they got out of the jeep, and Nina walked toward him with a soft smile, 'Hey.'

Stiles nodded at her trying to act normal, but what happened still running through his mind, 'Yeah, why?'

Scott looked at him intensely. He wanted to know what was wrong. He hated when he didn't know what was wrong with his friends. Why wouldn't they tell him? Why? Didn't they trust him? Why didn't they tell him? He was worried. He knew-he knew he messed up. He knew he messed up everything. He always messed up. He felt like terrible friend right now. It wasn't just that Stiles was quiet which always meant he was sad, it was also the way his heartbeat sounded, like he wanted to cry.

'You just didn't say anything the whole way here,' he said which caught Nina's attention, 'No, I'm fine. Just grab the other bag.'

Scott made an apologizing grimace, 'I can't. Remember Deaton said you have to do it alone.'

'Okay, this plan is really starting to suck,' complained Stiles. Scott wanted to argue. He wanted to start talking when he suddenly stopped and looked over somewhere behind Nina, 'No.'

Nina blinked, 'What? Is it Jackson?' she asked as Scott said, 'Not here, not now.'

Stiles blinked, 'What? Scott!' he shouted Stiles as Scott ran into the warehouse. Nina tried to focus on the energies inside, but she couldn't. There was too many of them.

Stiles sighed annoyed, 'What am I supposed to … Plan officially sucks,' he threw the bag to the ground angrily.

Nina blinked.

'What's up with you?'

He shook his head, 'Doesn't matter, right now. You can't do anything about it anyway,' he said and picked the bag on the ground surprising Nina. She knew that Stiles would get destruction angry. She only saw it on him almost tearing off his shelve when he got angry over it not closing right, but it was just when he was worried about his dad.

Nina watched him for several moments before nodded. She remembered Shane's words.

She didn't want to talk about it, but she should. She chuckled, 'You know you're my go-to person?'

Stiles took the other bag and looked at her, 'What? No, Scott-'

'Is as well-but when there are things I don't want to tell him because they would hurt him, or he would worried about me-I find them easier to tell you. You're my go-to. I'm not saying it to push you to tell me, but secret for a secret?' she asked.

Stiles watched her before he let out a chuckle and brushed his face, 'It's because you think I'll feel better if I talk. You won't feel better to say something, or you think you won't, but you want to so that I'll say it, right? You're that kind of a person.'

She shrugged her shoulders, 'Saying it is hard, but maybe-'

Stiles sighed, 'My dad got fired because of me,' he admitted.

Nina closed her eyes painfully, 'No.'

'Yeah, restraining order against the sheriff's son kind of does that to a career. He's out, and he-he blames me-hell, I blame me,' he pointed at himself with a sigh, 'I did that-I tried…Nina I try, and I still fail. We still fail!'

He shook his head, 'I hate failing. I want things to get better. I want…at least something to work up. I want him to get his job back and to not think that his son is a worthless-'

She cut him off by hugging him, 'You're not. You're the most amazing person I know because you try so much, and you do everything for Scott.'

'We love him too much, Nin,' he said as they let go, and she gave him the most desperate look.

'I went to a club on Saturday and messed up, like bad messed up…like really really bad succubus messed up,' she admitted.

'You saw them too, didn't you?' asked Stiles looking at the girl with sorrow.

She blinked and looked at him, 'I saw them afterwards. So you had to see them during it. I know what it's like to see someone you love with someone else….kissing.'

She looked away breathing very hard at the possibility that Stiles had it all figured out, 'You saw them having sex and you lost it. I can't even imagine what I would have done if I saw Lydia and Jackson having sex in front of me.' He always figured it out.

Nina looked at your shoes, 'I went to a club…not Jungle another one. I fed a lot… it's like getting drunk. I think that whoever saw me must have thought I got wasted,' she felt him move closer to her probably to comfort her, 'Some guy came up to me wanted stuff. I punched him…it felt good to punch him then I lost it and kissed him and tried to take as much energy as I could. I stopped but still. I liked it. I wanted to hurt him… I wanted to hurt him because hurting him felt like hurting Scott and I wanted to hurt Scott for making me feel the way I fell right now.'

Stiles stepped closer to her and hugged her as started crying, 'Fuck me, I hate crying.'

He chuckled and just kept on holding her while the loud music echoed in the club, 'How long did you know?'

'I always assumed you guys are crushing on each other but… I know he loves Allison. He still might like you but-'

'I don't want white lies, or hopeful tomorrows,' she pulled away, 'I can't be with him or anyone. It's not something I can change right now, I want, I don't even know what I want,' she shook her head.

Stiles put his hand on her shoulder, 'Hey, whatever you want or need you tell me, I'm here for you.'

She nodded, 'Thank you, and I'm here for you too. We'll solve this. We'll think something up to get your dad his job back, I promise.'

He nodded and pressed their foreheads together before she stepped away.

'Okay, I need to start. Go see if Scott needs help.'

She nodded and walked inside trying to find Scott. It didn't take long as she got almost started when he suddenly appeared next to her. There were too many different energies all around her. Scott rushed to Nina the moment she walked inside, 'Jesus, what?'

He took her hand and let her to the corner of the crowded room, 'Did you know that Allison was coming with Matt here today?'

Nina blinked socked, 'She's with-what?'

He watched her for a second before he let out a displeased noise, 'Argents are here. They're going to ruin everything.'

Nina shook her head, 'Wait-she let them here? Did you tell her about the plan?'

'No,' said Scott annoyed, 'I know, I should have, I didn't! Help me find Isaac, okay?' he asked and Nina nodded shortly. She didn't like this. It was fine as long as Argents didn't know. Now it was bad. Really bad.

Scott walked around the crowd. He couldn't believe Allison would tell them like that. He had a good plan. He-Shit! Why didn't she tell him? This was why she was so nervous. She was lying to him. She was keeping things from him. He understood if Nina and Stiles didn't want to tell him things because they were worried he might be hurt but-Allison? They were always on his side. She went behind his back and betrayed him! He loved her, why would she do that?

Scott pulled Isaac to the side as he found him in the crowd and hand him over the injection, 'Why me?' he asked confused as he took it both looking around.

'Because I got to make sure that Argent doesn't completely ruin the plan,' said Scott already wanting to leave and deal with them, 'Okay, look, you better do it intravenously which means in the vein. When you find him, you pull back on this plunger right here. In the neck probably is going to be the easiest. So you find a vein, you jam it in there, and pull back on the trigger,' he explained to him, 'Be careful.'

Isaac chuckled looking at the small injection, 'Oh, I doubt it'll even slightly hurt him.'

'No, I mean you,' said Scott surprising the other boy, 'I don't want you to get hurt.'

He then turned to Nina, 'Don't go near him, okay? Promise me.'

She sighed, 'I promise.'

He nodded and rushed to get to Derek.

Isaac looked at her, 'Why aren't you the one doing this?'

'If you get cut you get paralyzed. I could suffocate,' she said calmly and Isaac nodded with an odd expression, 'Listen about what you said in chemistry that one-'

'I was trying to get you not to kill Lydia. I didn't mean anything off it. I'm sorry. You're not your dad. You're dad wasn't a good person. You're the victim, and I should have never let those words out of my mouth,' she told him meaning every word. She did feel bad about saying it like that. Especially since she knew what Isaac was going through.

The tall boy watched her for a moment before he nodded at her, 'Thanks. I appreciate it, Nina. It did feel bad to hear it thought, but I forgive you.'

Nina nodded. She knew what it was like to be hurt with words like that.

DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Scott ran out of the warehouse. He heard gunshots a few moments ago, but now it was quiet. He took out his phone to call Derek. He heard a car nearby, but he didn't think much of it. It would see him. It wasn't dark enough. He didn't have time to press call when he got hit by the car losing consciousness immediately.

DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Nina had to admit sensing Jackson and Erica and Isaac in front of her felt exciting and wrong and weird, but hell it felt good. She kept her walls up. It would be too weird to take the energy in, but it was tempting. She shook her head. No, she was behaving now. No more blackouts or bad consciences. She was on probation. She was at her best behavior, and she would be damn if she would lose that for one tiny bit of tasty as hell energy coming from horny teams.

Nina watched as Isaac and Erica ended up on the ground the injection out of Isaac hands. She promised Scott she wouldn't get to close to Jackson, but this was her chance. She grabbed it and rushed before he had time to notice her behind him. She injected him with Ketamine the moment she was behind him letting him partly fall on her.

She sensed Isaac rushing to her side and helping her with Jackson. They dragged him out of the crowd into an empty room.

'What now?' asked Isaac looking at Nina, 'We wait?' she shrugged.

DDDDDDDDDDDD

'Scott, pick up,' started talking Stiles into the phone, 'Pick up now. Look, I got, like, 50 feet of ash left, and I'm out. Okay? So you got to get your wolf ass down here to help me because I don't know what to do. And I'm just standing out here and I'm... And I'm all alone, and I'm hearing gunfire and werewolves, and I'm... And I'm standing here like a frickin' idiot all by myself with a handful of magic fairy dust. And I don't have enough. Okay? Okay, come on, think. Um, okay. He said you got to believe. You need to believe. Come on, believe, Stiles. Just, uh... just picture it. Just imagine it working, okay?' he asked himself when he noticed a small sticker on one of the cars.

Imagination is more important than knowledge – Einstein

He nodded to himself. He could do this. He had to. He was alone. There was no one else who could take his place. Deaton said he was the only one who could do it, so he would do it.

He took a deep breath and looked again at the handful of ash he had left, 'Just... Imagine.'

He closed his eyes and started walking slowly letting the ash run through his fingers. Before he knew it his hand was empty. He let out an annoyed sigh.

Of course, it didn't work.

He looked down only to find that the ash had made a circle just like he wanted to. He had to look around to be sure, but he did it. He really did it.

'Yes!' he shouted and started dancing and jumping around incidentally letting off one of the alarms on the car.
DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Scott woke up feeling like he was hit with a car. His head hurt and there was something strange in the air. He was confused because the first thing he saw was Mrs. Argent looking down at him.

'You probably recognize this device. Pot used to be smoked in a rolled up piece of paper. These days, it seems like all you kids are given a free vaporizer with your medicinal marijuana card. Hmm. This type of wolfsbane is one of my favorites. Lovely smell. You probably won't think so.'

Scott tried to sit up, but he couldn't. He was starting to feel worst with every breath he took. It reminded him off when he used to have asthma, 'What? What are you doing?'

'Isn't it obvious?' she asked with a smile before she let it fall down, 'I'm killing you.'

DDDDDDDDDDD
Stiles came to the room where Nina texted him. 'Uh, no, no, no! Just me, it's just me. Don't freak. He okay?' he asked Isaac as they all got to attack mode. They were all worriedly watching the kanima,

'Where's Scott?' asked Nina, but Stiles shook his head.

They watched as Isaac came close to Jackson and let out his claws, 'Let's see.'

It happened so suddenly Isaac didn't even have time to get away as he took his hand and started twisting it. Nina rushed to his side and helped him break from both moving as far away from him as possible, 'Okay, no one does anything like that again, okay?'

They all nodded, 'Oh, I thought the ketamine was supposed to put him out.'

Stiles nodded, 'Yeah, well, apparently this is all we're going to get. So let's just hope that whoever's controlling him just decided to show up tonight.'

Just like that Jackson opened his eyes and looked over at them, 'I'm here. I'm right here with you.'

Nina swallowed hard, 'Nice voice, Exorcist or Aliens vs.-'

Stiles shot her a look while she just shrugged her shoulders. She just tried to ease the situation. She was in a room with a creature that managed to attack her twice and caused her to stop breath. She wasn't even going to start on all the people he killed. It was terrifying to be there with it alone even if it was sedated a bit. She found herself wanting to have Scott here, but she chased the thought away as quickly as it came.

With a deep breath Stiles slowly walked toward him knelling down in front of him, 'Jackson, is that you?'

'Us. We're all here,' said Jackson with the weird voice, and Nina moved a bit closer. She wondered if she should try to see through his eyes now.

'Are you the one killing people?' asked Stiles.

'We are the ones killing murderers,' claimed Jackson, and Nina moved closer slowly not to alarm him.

'So all the people you've killed so far...'

'Deserved it,' finished Jackson.

'See, we got a little rule book that says you only go after murderers,' said Stiles looking into his eyes.

'Anything can break if enough pressure's applied.'

He barely bit back a comment, 'All right, so the people you're killing are all murderers then?'

'All. Each. Every one,' replied Jackson slowly.

'Well, who did they murder?' asked Stiles looking over to Nina for a moment sensing what she was going to do.

'Me,' said Jackson surprising them all.

'Wait, what? What do you mean?' asked Stiles confused. How could they murder someone who was still alive? The master had to be alive.

Jackson eyes changed. Nina had a feeling she had this one shot, so she took it and put her hand on his neck trying to see what he saw.

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She couldn't breathe. She was under water drowning. She couldn't breathe! Help! She couldn't swim! Didn't they see that she was drowning?! Were they blind?!

She looked to the side and saw several people in the water…kids? Teenagers… They had their feet in the water, but she couldn't see their faces. She was drowning, and they were just sitting there ignoring her. One of the girls put her hands into one of the guy's shorts. Someone else grabbed another girl, but they didn't care. They didn't care that she was drowning! She hated them! She hated them-she would kill them! She would kill every single one of them!

She lost her sight and the next thing she knew. She's on the grass and there's a man looking down at her. She can't see him properly, but the glasses? It was Mr. Lahey.

'You tell no one!'

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Just like that she was back in her own head pulled by Stiles and Isaac who were dragging her away from Jackson. She looked down as Jackson was slowly moving. She felt like she just drowned herself. She saw it-she was… damn it she couldn't tell who it was, but it was something…it was…

'Okay, all right. More ketamine. The man needs ketamine. Come on,' said Stiles looking at Isaac who showed them an empty bottle, 'We don't have any more.'

Nina nodded mostly to herself as Jackson slowly stood up, 'This is the part where we run?'

'Run!' shouted Stiles, and all of them went for the door. They got out and all four pressed themselves against the door only to see the kanima tore a hole in the wall and ran through it like it was nothing.

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Boyd let out a whimper, 'I think I stopped healing.' He and Derek managed to fight off most of the hunters, but they got them good.

Derek nodded, 'Bullets... They're laced with wolfsbane. You got to go, Clara's waiting. She's ready for this. She's in the car a few streets down.'

Boyd looked over at him, 'What about you?'

'I have to find Scott,' mumbled Derek as he slowly started to get up. The Argents got them good, but it didn't matter if they managed to fulfill the plan.

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As they are walking to the exit shake up by what they saw Erica reached for Nina and stopped her, 'Jesus, did he scratch you?' she asked terrified.

Nina blinked confused what?

The other blonde suddenly touched a spot on Nina's neck, the one she knew she had a scar from the time Scott bite her in school. It never really healed and for a while they we worried the hunters might think she was bitten, and she would turned when they were trying to hide that they were supernatural.

Erica touched the spot and when she showed Nina and Isaac her hand there was blood.

With a gasp Nina reached for the scar well looking at it, and then down at her top. Her blue top was already dirty from the few drops of blood that would definitely leave stains. While as she could see most of her shoulder under the scar was red from blood. It was so strange because it didn't even hurt.

'You think he scratched you?' asked Erica again, but Isaac shook his head, 'No way, Stiles pulled her away immediately, and we would have seen it.'

Nina also shook her head, 'No, when Jackson cut me it never bled this much, and I get paralyzed instantly so no.'

She started at the blood on her hands. It was creepy. Something was happening. Something bad…something…She wasn't sure why, but all of the sudden she thought about Scott.

Could something bad be happening to Scott?

She swallowed and looked around the crowed warehouse. Stiles hadn't noticed them stopping so he must have already felt the place and went outside, 'We need to follow Stiles.'

She pressed her hand against the bleeding scar trying not to freak herself out more than she was, unsuccessfully.

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Scott felt like his lungs were on fire. Until the bite asthma was a part of his everyday life. It was surrounding him everywhere from how expensive the medication was to how many things he couldn't do with. It made him one of the weird kids. Kids that after time others didn't want to play with. Not Stiles though. Never Stiles Stilinski a bubble of hyperactive energy that was impossible to escape no matter how much he wanted to which he rarely did.

Although the first time he met Stiles was one of his favorite memories it had nothing on the most favorite one. They were seven; they were on Scott's pork playing with Stiles's new action figure. He wasn't sure if it was Batman now or one of the Avengers, but they ran around and screamed like maniacs earing weird looks from people that were passing by, but they couldn't care less. Maybe if Scott was with anyone else he would have cared a lot, but with Stiles who always seemed like people could pretty much go stick it if they didn't like him it was impossible to feel like you have to follow the social ethics. It was definitely more fun that way. Either way they were playing when Scott felt to the ground hard. He couldn't remember if he slipped or if he just stumbled or if Stiles maybe pushed him or… he just couldn't, and it wasn't that important. He ended up on the ground and in a matter of moments. It might have been the grass or maybe he was just too startled, but in a matter of moments he felt the familiar terrifying sensation that he couldn't fully breathe. Whenever he got the asthma attack it was like in a bad great everything became blurry pretty much like he felt now except from the burning pain in his lungs that were desperately trying to catch a breath. He didn't know where Stiles was, but from the past experience he was probably crying or completely paralyzed watching him, or maybe he went to get his mom. It wasn't the first time Stiles witness one of Scott's asthma attacks, but it was by far the strongest one. Perhaps he would have been fine, but he stupidly forgot his inhaler in the house, and he couldn't seem to find the words to tell Stiles to go get it.

'Hey-here, you go, buddy,' he heard all of the sudden and felt Stiles giving him something. He couldn't even reach for whatever it was so Stiles pressed the small inhaler against his lips and into his mouth. They only managed for it to work on the third try to get Scott to breathe in the medicine and exhausted collapsed on his back looking at the blue sky upon them. He only briefly realized that Stiles was sitting there watching him until he fall down to his back as well, 'That was scary, Scott.'

It wasn't Scott's worst attack that one came later when his neck go all those red marks, and they had to rush him to the ambulance, but it was the first one when he understood that Stiles was there for him regardless of his illness. It felt comforting to know he had someone there for him, and Stiles always was. Even years later when he forgot his inhaler while kissing Nina, even when he turned into a creature of the night as Stiles called him. He always had him there, just as he had Nina there when he started turning in Lydia's party on his first moon. She didn't know him, and yet she helped him and later walked with him even though she might have used her speed and run home leaving him there. The same goes for Derek who even though he caused him numbers of time trouble saved him from the Argents every time he was in danger. He had people, friends…pack as Derek once called them and they always had his back.

With last bits of strength he had left he mumbled, 'Not alone.'

Victoria Argent, who was talking all that time, stopped and looked over at him, 'What did you say?'

'I'm not alone,' he said again louder before he let out with everything he had left in him into a desperate wolf cry for help…cry for his pack.

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Stiles got out of the warehouse as several people started leaving. He noticed Derek rushing to him, 'Hey, um, so we kind of lost Jackson inside, but it's...,' he stopped talking as all three Nina, Isaac and Erica stopped in front of the Mountain ash on the ground without moving.

'Oh, my God. It's working. Oh, this is... I did something. I did something right!' said Stiles excited.

It was a moment after that all the wolf and Nina froze when a sound which echoed through the place.

'What was that?' asked Stiles confused and looked to Derek.

Nina didn't wait. She ran to the place she thought the sound came from. She stopped looking around and froze when she found Scott on the ground. She rushed to him. She paid no attention to another energy that was in the room until it was too late.

She got stabbed by her to the side, and Scott let out a scream as he watched Nina fall to her knees with Mrs. Argent behind her. She pushed her away as hard as she could causing her to end up against the wall.

She went to Scott feeling the pain shot through her from her side that was bleeding.

'Nin-Nina,' he said softly right before he lost consciousness. There was something with his energy. It looked like it was fading. She only partly heard Derek and Victoria fight as she got Scott up and took him with her and with all the strength she could pull she got him out of the room. She only managed to get him a few steps away before they ended up on the ground, and she put her hands on his cheek.

He wasn't breathing.

She swallowed hard, 'Hey, come on. Scott, come one. Please, wake up.'

She leaned down and breathed air into while she gave him almost all her energy until she heard him cough a little and finally felt the air come out of his lungs.

She let out a sigh of relief and leaned away from him her lips trembling. 'Don't ever scare me like that, please.'

He wasn't awake, but he was alive, and nothing mattered more in that moment to her.

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Victoria Argent got out of the warehouse letting out a shout as she noticed her husband outside, 'Chris.'

He ran to her and caught her as she was about to faint. His eyes widened as he saw the bite mark on shoulder. He started shaking his head before he whispered, 'No.'

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Nina watched from afar as Stiles was holding Scott's hand while he was unconsciously lying there whispering something to him. She didn't have to have werewolf hearing to know that he was either threatening him to wake up and never do that again or begging him. She found herself smiling a bit because that was just the way Stiles Stilinski worked for people. He was either mean to you or nice to you, but always because he cared.

When he let go of his hand and went to leave he briefly stopped next to Nina brushed her arm with a small smile. She nodded at him, 'You can go home.'

'I'm not sure I want to do that,' he mumbled, and Nina could tell it had more to do with the Sheriff than with Scott. She gave him a soft look, 'I know, but it might be the thing you have to do. Just try to talk about it. Maybe if you get him to shout at you'll feel better.'

'Would you?' asked Stiles, and she wasn't sure if he meant if she was in his situation or if her Scott situation.

She watched him leave eventually, and she looked over to Scott again as was lying on the examination table. He was asleep. She couldn't believe it almost happened today. She almost lost him. He almost died tonight on her. He was still getting over it. She thought she hated Morrison for killing her mom, she thought she hated Peter Hale for hurting Maria, but it was nothing compare to what she felt Victoria Argent. Scott was a kid, how messed up was she? And it wasn't because Scott hurt or killed anyone. He didn't. It must have been just her being a protecting crazy bitch of a mom. Maybe Scott's mom went there and yelled at her, or there was a camera footage or-

'Hm,' Scott groaned and Nina came to his side, 'Hey, easy-easy,' she said putting her hand on his cheek giving him a little bit energy. He shook his head slightly, 'Stop, Nina.'

She shook her head, 'I'll feed later. I want you to get better, okay?'

He sighed, 'You're too good. It was Mrs. Argent…I think she found out that me and Allison were together. She said that she saw us. I'm an idiot-I risked it all for five minutes with her, and she managed to lie to me in like three.'

Nina started to stroke his hair, 'Shush, get some rest. We'll talk later.'

'He likes it… your hands are soft. I like it too,' he smiled a bit. He always looked like he was smiling with that cute jaw off his.

She blinked, 'Who? Wolf?'

Scott sighed, 'I don't want you to feel weird about it…I would never disrespect you like that Nina. It's the wolf. He just-he's not like me…he doesn't think, he just selfishly feels,' Scott opened his eyes for a moment.

'You're beautiful, you know that right?' he asked, 'Not just hot or desired or-just beautiful inside and out.'

She pressed her lips together to hide how she was feeling, 'Is it the wolf or you?'

'Me. This is me,' he said and smiled a bit. He was barely talking louder than a whisper, 'You're more than just a good body. Don't even think you're not.'

She nodded with a small smile. Just like that she once again felt better about herself.

She sighed, 'Scott, I told her.'

He blinked, 'Huh?'

'I told Allison that her mom stopped by my house. She was-weird. She said things nasty things, so I told Allison to tell you, warn you.'

Scott didn't flinch, his eyes just seemed sadder, but understanding, 'She didn't say anything about it.'

'Maybe she just forgot, or you weren't together long enough to tell you-'

'I mentioned her mom today, and she said nothing,' he cut in, and Nina sighed. She very gently stroke his cheek again, 'Get some rest. I'll be right here in that terrible chair over there, until you're okay to go home. Don't think about Mrs. Argent or Allison or anyone just sleep, and rest, okay?'

He watched her for a few moments. She couldn't tell what was going through his head, but she almost for a second thought he could see right through her, and he knew that she was in love with him. She thought he made the mask slip, and he saw it in her eyes, or her gestures, or voice, or anything, but he didn't. Scott just nodded and closed his eyes without a word probably too tired to say anything else. He didn't know…thank God…

Nina sighed again. She waited until she was sure he was asleep before she leaned down and ever so softly kissed him on the cheek.

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Gerard frowned at Morrison came through the door, 'I think you made a small mistake to take me out like that.'

'And why is that?' asked the old man already pointing a gun at him.

'What if I'll talk?' he asked, and Gerard smirked, 'Talk and say what?'

'That maybe not all your granddaughters are brunettes. I also left a little voice mail to one of my friends in the Calaveras just to be sure if anything happens to me, I advised them to take a better look into Nina James's birth and all,' he explained with a smile, 'Put it away, sir.'

The older man watched him, 'And why should that bother me? Maybe I'll just kill you, then her, and call it a good day.'

'Because if you really wanted her dead she would be dead the moment you realized she's Mary Jones's daughter, but you didn't so either she plays a hell of a big part in your grand plan, or you've gotten sentimental which we both know you didn't. So I'm curious what's it gonna be, sir?'

Gerard watched him for several moments with a hard expression on his face.

'And where are Richards and Cornwell?'

Morrison shrugged his shoulders, 'Dead.'

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Clara fixed Derek up in the back, 'See it's good we're friends again.'

He chuckled, 'I'm not so sure, you might be my bad luck charm.'

She shot him a look, 'Asshole. Oh, I sent Boyd home, by the way. He's fine. I told him to rest. He did well.'

Derek nodded, 'He's brave and strong. He wants to help,' he looked into her eyes, 'They all want to help.'

Clara smiled at him, 'There good kids. Their hearts are in the right place even though they're teens.'

He took her hand as she was putting her first-aid kit away.

'Thank you.'

She watched him for a few moments before she nodded, 'Thanks for trying not to kill him.'

He watched him for a few moments. He was a mess. He got poisoned not just by bullets, but also by the air he breathed when he went to save Scott.

She leaned toward him. Neither one of them was much of a talker about important things, so this would have to do. She hugged him slowly and gently so she wouldn't cause him more pain pressing against his wounds.

He hugged her back keeping her close thinking about what was going to happen now, 'I bit her, Victoria. It was an accident, but I bit her.'

Clara sighed, 'They'll be pissed.'

'They'll come after us with everything they got,' he told her.

'I know,' she said sadly for the both of them. She moved away, 'Don't you just wish you would still hate me sometimes?' he asked, 'It would be easier not to see me like this.'

She shook her head, 'Like I said you're all I got left of them… all of them.' She meant his family and Paige, he knew.

Derek looked deep into her eyes, 'You're all I got left too, you know.'

Clara's phone rang, and she moved away with a sigh, 'Sorry,' she chuckled feeling silly about being so emotional.

Derek shook his head, 'Tell him I say hi and that if he hurts you he's dead.'

'Funny did you say something once that you don't need to threaten him?' she asked before she showed him tongue, and he raised his brows, 'Real mature, Peterson.'

'Hey you,' she said as she walked away from Derek knowing full too well Derek could hear every single word Parker said.

'Hey, yourself, how come you're unreachable tonight? I missed you. I thought we could meet.'

She smirked, 'What do you have in mind?'

'Something…fun,' he said and looked down at the body in the bag in the back of his car, 'You know movie or not so much movie as cuddling on the couch.'

He heard her chuckle, 'So you're that kind of guy, I wouldn't guess so.'

He smirked, 'Sometimes.' He closed the back and walked around to get inside his car.