So, I feel really bad that I kept you guys waiting for so long, and then I finally update and then make you wait another week. But honestly, this time it's not about school or lack of motivation; I got grounded. Gotta love crazy parties, right? Although I must say, the best parties are the ones that get busted. So, I'm actually still grounded, will be for another week or two after this (yeah, it was boarder line a Project X party…minus the helicopters and shit…) and I, for the first time ever, got wasted. The hangover part really wasn't fun, but luckily I didn't do anything too embarrassing while I was drunk, so that's a plus. I definitely don't regret going to the party…or even getting caught. My mom was really pissed though, so now for like the first time ever, I'm grounded. Lot of firsts for me lately… But yeah, no laptop, car only for school and work, no friends house, but I managed to keep my phone in case I need to call her for an 'emergency' or something. But my momma's a gullible little thing and thinks I need the computer to write an essay for school. So, I'll try to use that excuse as much as I can to update, but not sure how well it'll work for me, but I'll try. Just bare with me until she decides to un-ground me.

So, another quick thing, I'm getting relatively close to the end of season two (like six or seven more chapters maybe?) and I'm planning on putting the story on hold until season three and updating with that. But instead of completely ditching it, I was thinking of maybe doing a series of one shots about Sky and Stiles? Like them growing up and throughout Teen Wolf and even beyond high school? Just random little one shots that will be irrelevant to the story. Would you guys like that? Or something else? Maybe you guys have an idea of something I could do? Let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or any of its characters of plots. I only own my OC Skyler.

XxX

Had to leave before my dad got home, sorry I couldn't stay until you woke up…

You're really beautiful when you sleep, by the way…even though you snore ;)

Love you, Stiles

I couldn't stop grinning as I re-read the note Stiles left on the pillow for the twentieth time. It wasn't the first time Stiles had spent the night, and every time he did and left before I woke up, he'd always leave a note. Sometimes he would even stutter in them. It was quite possibly the cutest thing ever.

"Sky, hey, I'm going down to- what's that?" Scott asked with a smirk.

"Nothing." I snapped defensively hiding it behind my back.

"Is that a note?" Scott asked. He obviously could smell Stiles scent and knew he had spent the night, so I'm sure he figured the note had something to do with Stiles.

"No." I snapped again, standing up with the note still behind my back and walking further from Scott as he came in my room.

"Wait, is that…is that a love letter?" Scott asked, his mouth growing wide with a ridiculous smile.

"No!" I nearly shouted.

"Oh my God it is!" Scott exclaimed, laughter lacing his words.

"Shut up, it is not!"

"Let me read it! Please?" Scott begged.

"No! Scott, why are you even in here?" I asked, keeping the note firmly behind my back.
"Oh yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to go down to Deaton's with me. I need to talk to Derek and Deaton about saving Jackson." Scott said, already forgetting about the note. I swear he has the attention span of the dog in Up…

"Yeah, sure. Just let me throw some clothes on and I'll meet you downstairs." I said. I must say, even though I'm glad we're trying to save Jackson, I'm really surprised that Derek's going to help save him too.

"Okay." Scott agreed, walking out, "Oh, and you look beautiful when you sleep, by the way." Scott said in a dreamy voice, fluttering his eyes. That dumbass read the note!

"Scott!" I screamed angrily, running at him, but he slammed the door shut before I could, laughing the entire time. I swear I'm going to end up murdering him one day…

XxX

I never pegged Derek as the type to arrive 'fashionably late', but after waiting thirty minutes for the sour wolf at the vets my opinion of him has definitely changed.

Scott went to the back to talk to Deaton before Derek arrived and I sat in the waiting room, scrolling through the pictures on my phone. I didn't even try to suppress the grin that formed on my lips when I came across a picture of Scott, Stiles, and I on the first day of school last year. I had both my arms around the boys' shoulders and had my head thrown back in laughter. Scott was making some goofy face and Stiles was looking over at me with a smile on his lips. He was looking at me then the same way he looks at me now…with love. It's funny how so much has changed in the course of a year. It was so simple back then. Our biggest concerns were grades and sports…and not letting Stiles get us in trouble. Now Scott's a werewolf, Derek's hell bent on turning every teenage outcast in Beacon Hills, and we're all practically signing our death certificate. It'd be nice, to go back to that time. But I have to admit, I'm kind of glad we went with Stiles into the woods that night. Sure, it 'ruined' Scott's life for a little while there, but once he got past his angst-y stage, I think he finally realized that when it comes to him, Stiles, and I, nothing has changed.

"There you are! We've been waiting forever." Scott complained right as a dinging rang through the small vet's office. I looked up to see Scott standing in the doorway across from Derek as he walked in, Isaac Lahey trailing close behind him. "What's he doing?" Scott demanded, nodding his head towards Isaac.

"He's with me." Derek answered shortly, defending his pack.

"Well I don't trust him." Scott always has been stubborn…

"Well he doesn't trust you either." Isaac shot back. And one point for Team Gravedigger…that was kind of harsh.

"And I really don't care." Derek said, ending their bickering before looking back at Scott. "Where's your boss?"

"Right here." Deaton said, suddenly standing behind Scott in the doorway. It's pretty obvious by now that Deaton's not a werewolf, but he's definitely got to be something. I mean, there's no way he just magically knows all of this werewolf shit. Maybe he's a vampire… "Before we start this I need to know…Jackson; are you planning on killing him or saving him?"

"Killing him." Derek answered, while Scott said "Saving him."

Scott gave Derek an annoyed look before looking back at Deaton, "Saving him." He said firmly.

"Okay. Follow me."

I swear every time I'm with Deaton he becomes more and more supernatural savvy. I mean, honestly, who stores a bunch of jars with creepy symbols on a spice rack?

"What the…" Isaac mumbled to himself, reaching out towards one of the powders in a jar. Derek quickly swatted his hand away, like you would a little kid reaching for the cookie jar. "Watch what you touch." Derek snapped.

"What are you? Some kind of witch?" Isaac asked with mock in his voice. Rude.

"No. I'm a veterinarian." Deaton responded smoothly, with a small smirk. Scott and I both looked at each other, suppressing our chuckles.

Deaton studied the jars of spices for a minute with narrowed eyes before looking back at us, "None of these will be an effective defense against the kanima's toxin."

"So we can't kill it?" Isaac asked, obviously thinking the same thing I was.

"Not necessarily. Does the kanima show any weaknesses?" Deaton questioned.

"Water." Derek answered, "That night at the pool it was afraid of the water."

"Does the same go for Jackson?" Deaton asked.

"No." I scoffed, "He's the captain of the swim team."

"Since the kanima can't swim but Jackson can, the kanima is manifesting a weakness of his master. Essentially we are trying to catch two people; a puppet and a puppeteer." Deaton explained, using some medallion to illustrate what he was saying.

"So why is it that Jackson killed the man in the camper, but the master had to kill the woman?" I questioned, making everyone turn to look at me.

"She was pregnant. Maybe since Jackson's parents died when his mom was still pregnant with him he couldn't kill her." Scott offered.

"Or maybe it's just the rules. I mean, the kanima kills murderers. The baby's innocent; if he killed the woman he would have killed the baby too." Isaac suggested. Sorry, twin, I'm going with Team Gravedigger on this one.

"Does that mean your father was a murderer?" Scott asked Isaac. I mentally face-palmed at Scott's blunt question. Really, Scott? Really?

"Wouldn't surprise me if he was." Isaac said, shrugging it off as if it was no big deal, but I could tell it upset a part of him.

"I think I know how to stop him." Deaton said suddenly, making all our heads snap in his direction, "Whatever affects the kanima affects the master as well, right?"

"Right." We all agreed.

"So if we can find out whom the master is…" Deaton trailed off.

"We can save Jackson."

XxX

"So whatever affects Jackson also affects his master?" Stiles asked as we all hopped out of his jeep. Scott and I were catching him up on everything the happened at the vet's office after he had caught us up on what he found out with his dad. Apparently, all the victims have been twenty-four years old, minus Isaac's dad. But, if his brother Camden wouldn't have died in combat, he himself would have been twenty-four. They were also all in the same class in the 2006 year book; Harris' class.

"Yeah, so we just need to figure out who the master is and we can save-" Scott was cut off by Matt practically running up to us.

"Hey! Any of you know why it is that none of us are in trouble after that fight in the library and it getting trashed?" Matt questioned.

"Don't worry about it, Matt. No one got hurt." Stiles said, waving him off.

"I got a concussion." Matt snapped.

"Well no one got seriously hurt." Stiles shot back.

"I was in the E.R. for six hours!" Matt exclaimed angrily.

"You know what, Matt? Your little bump on the head is about here on our list of problems, okay?" Stiles said dramatically, bending down to hold his hand about an inch off the ground.

I rolled my eyes at my boyfriend before turning back to Matt, "Are you okay, Matt?" I asked, trying to sound genuinely concerned. Honestly? I didn't give a shit.

"I'm fine. Thanks." He said, smiling at me. Shit, I must have sounded genuine.

XxX

Matt finally dropped the conversation and left, after telling us that tickets to the rave were all sold out. Luckily, Isaac managed to get three tickets for us so we weren't completely out of luck for tonight.

"This is Ketamine, it's an anesthesia we often us on the dogs. It should be powerful enough to slow Jackson down enough to trap him." Deaton explained. We went straight to Deaton's after school got out to get his help with stopping Jackson tonight.

"So we just inject it into him?" I checked.

"Yes, into his neck. Now Stiles, I have a special task for you."

"Uh, what?" Stiles asked. He zoned out the minute Deaton said 'ketamine'.

"This right here is dust from a mountain ash tree. It stops supernatural creatures from entering and leaving. You have to form a circle around the building tonight to keep Jackson inside. This is very important, Stiles, only you can do this." Deaton said forcefully.

"Oh, wow. Yeah, that sounds like a really big responsibility. Any chance I can maybe do something smaller?" Stiles asked, giving Deaton a hopeful look.

"You must believe that the dust will work. Imagine the desired outcome and it will work. Only you can do this, Stiles." Deaton explained.

After getting everything we needed and throwing the big bag of mountain ash into Stiles trunk, he dropped Scott and me off at home before going back to his house to get ready. I've never been to a rave before. I assume you're supposed to dress like a slut…maybe I could borrow some of Erica's clothes?

In the end I settled on a pair of black skinny jeans, peep toed ankle boots, a white v-neck (with no under shirt…damn I'm risk-ay), and my favorite leather jacket. My brown hair fell down in its natural curls and I applied some makeup, giving myself the smoky eye look.

My phone beeped, alerting me that I got a message. I quickly texted Stiles back, letting him know I'd be ready when he got here and to just honk.

"Sky?" I heard Scott call as he knocked on me door.

"I'm decent." I called back, sliding my phone into my butt pocket.

"Hey." He greeted, nodding slightly at me before sitting on my bed, "Are you ready for tonight?"

"Not even a little." I admitted, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Be careful tonight, okay? I don't want anything happening to you."

"I know, Scott. You too. I just…just…" Before I could get out what I was trying to say Stiles was honking from the drive way.

"It's cool; I'll just see you there. Love you, sis." Scott said, kissing my forehead before leaving my room.

"Love you too, bro." I whispered.

XxX

The minute I got in Stiles jeep I knew something was up. His eyes were slightly red and puffy, as if he had been crying, but he refused to talk about it. He'll talk eventually, though. Once this night is over he'll want to talk.

Scott didn't get there much after us and before I knew it it was show time.

"Be careful, okay?" Stiles said, pulling me into his chest.

"I will. I love you, Stiles." I said softly, tilting my head back to look at him.

"I love you too, Skyler." Stiles pressed his lips against mine. This kiss felt a lot like the one we shared on the night of the formal. Almost like a goodbye kiss.

XxX

The music in the club was so loud I was sure my ear drums were about to burst. Scott quickly broke off when he spotted Allison sitting with Matt (ew) and I made my way towards Isaac and Erica.

"Hey, any sign of Jackson yet?" I asked, standing next to Isaac.

"He's dancing." Isaac replied, nodding his head towards the middle of the dance floor where Jackson was dancing with a weird look on his face.

"We're going in. Stay here and wait for us so you can help us with the door to get Jackson back into the room." Erica informed me, before cat walking off with Isaac in her steps.

I watched from a back wall as Isaac and Erica danced around Jackson, trying to distract him from his next target. "Oh, I'm sorry." Someone apologized as they bumped into me.

"Oh, it's oka- Mr. Harris?" I questioned, looking up at my Chemistry teacher, who had a blond bimbo hanging off his arm. And he wasn't wearing his glasses! Wow…just wow. Harris' gaze turned into a glare quickly before he stomped off.

I couldn't even keep in my laughter as I doubled over. Never thought I'd see Harris at a rave. This is great. Man, I really wish Stiles was here to see this…

"Skyler! Come on, we've got Jackson." Erica said, grabbing my arm and pulling me away from the club and down a small hallway, leading towards a shut door. We quickly piled in to find Isaac standing against the wall and Jackson slumped in a chair.

After about five minutes of silence and Jackson still passed out, the door burst open and we all let out loud gasps and jumped back. "Relax, it's me! It's me!" Stiles exclaimed, shutting the door behind him. I immediately went to Stiles side and he wrapped his arm protectively around my waist. "Is he okay?" Stiles checked.

"Well, he's not killing us." Isaac replied sarcastically. "But let's just see how well this ketamine stuff really works." Isaac held his hand up, which were now rocking claws and made his way towards Jackson with a smirk. Show off.

Right as Isaac's claws got close; Jackson snapped his arm out and grabbed Isaac's hand roughly. Isaac cried out as Jackson twisted his wrist, making us all wince.

"Okay, how about no one pull anything like that again, okay?" Stiles exclaimed as Isaac run back towards us. We all three nodded vigorously at Stiles, but didn't take our eyes of Jackson. "Okay." Stiles sighed, before walking towards Jackson.

"What do you think you're doing?" I exclaimed, pulling him back.
"I'm just going to talk to him, it'll be okay. I won't touch him." Stiles assured, before kneeling down in front of Jackson.

"Hey Jackson, you there?" Stiles asked.

"I'm here. We're all here." Jackson said, only it wasn't Jackson. It was a dark, deep, creepy voice.

"You see, according to your little rule book, you can only kill murderers." Stiles said.

"Yes." 'Jackson' confirmed.

"So, everyone you've killed…"

"Deserved it." Jackson finished.
"Who did they kill?" Stiles questioned.

"Me. They kill me." 'Jackson' exclaimed, making Stiles quickly rise to his feet. What? So the master is dead? How does that even make any sense?

Jackson's eyes were already lizard-like and he stood up quickly, his skin turning scaly as he did so. "More ketamine, the man needs more ketamine!" Stiles exclaimed.

"I don't have any more." Isaac said sheepishly, holding up the now empty syringe.

"You used it all?!" Stiles exclaimed angrily.

"Uh, guys?! We should probably run!" Erica exclaimed. We all turned to see Jackson walking towards us.

"Go go go!" Stiles yelled as Isaac opened the door and we all piled out. Unfortunately, Jackson just busted through the wall before running off. Shit, he was going to go after that girl.

I didn't even think as I sprinted after Jackson, ignoring Stiles protests from behind me. "Jackson! Jackson, stop!" I screamed, running after him. I was too late, though. Just like every other time.
I let out a scream at the sight in front of me and a soft hand clamped over my eyes, pulling my face into their chest so I wouldn't have to look.

"Ssh, don't look. It's okay, you're okay." Stiles voice soothed as I let out a loud sob. She was dead. The ticket clerk was dead. Blood was pouring out of her sliced neck and pooling around her lifeless body as her dead eyes gazed up, straight into mine.

Stiles quickly pulled me outside, managing to calm me down enough. "What happened?" Derek demanded when we walked outside.

"Jackson killed her…and we lost him." Stiles said sadly. Derek's eyebrows furrowed together and he attempted to walk towards us.

"You let him escape?" He snapped, but suddenly stopped when he got to the black line Stiles created.

"Oh my God…it worked! I did that! Something I did worked!" Stiles cheered, and I couldn't help but grin at my happy boyfriend.

Derek was about to say something, but he stopped suddenly. "Scott." He whispered. What? Scott? Did he know something we didn't? "Break it." He demanded.

"What?" Stiles groaned.

"Break the line!"

"Why?"

"Scott is dying! Now break the line!" Derek exclaimed.

"What!?" I screamed, "Stiles break it!" Stiles groaned before bending over and breaking the line. Derek wasted no time sprinting past us towards Scott. Please be okay, twin.

XxX

After stopping by Deaton's to check on Scott, Stiles drove me back home.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly.

"Yeah, I will be." I nodded.

"My dad got fired." He said suddenly, looking at his steering wheel.

I couldn't even hold in the gasp that left my lips, "Oh, Stiles…" I whispered.

"Apparently having a delinquent son with a restraining order from the son of the most respected lawyer in Beacon Hills doesn't look to good on the force and they fired my dad. It's all my fault." Stiles whispered, a lone tear rolling down his cheek.

"No. This is not your fault, Stiles. All of this, everything we're doing is to protect the ones we love. You're protecting your dad and if he knew the truth he would be so thankful. It's not your fault, Stiles. And you're father would never blame you for this. He is so proud of you, Stiles, and so am I. Don't blame yourself for this." I said forcefully, holding his face in between my hands.

"Thank you." Stiles whispered, before attaching his lips to mine.