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As soon as Derek realized it Jackson as the Kanima, he took off after it. Allison quickly whisked Lydia away home in Neris' car – Neris would pick it up later. Scott and Neris quickly got into Stiles' car, Stiles speeding off after Derek. They turned a corner sharply. And turned another one. Their path was cut off by a spike strip, and Stiles slammed to a stop.

"What do we do now?" He said frantically to Scott.

But Scott had already jumped out of the car, jumping over a chain-link fence and running after them.

"What are we supposed to do?" Stiles asked Neris.

"Turn around and go down that ally back there." Neris said as she climbed into the front seat.

Stiles did as he was told, and after a more few minutes of driving she saw Scott run down an alley.

"There he is! Go!" She said loudly, Stiles following after him in the Jeep.

They stopped to the building Scott had targeted, blaring dance music pouring out of it. They got out of the car and jogged over to Scott. Stiles put a hand on his shoulder, causing Scott to jump.

"Sorry, I'm sorry." Stiles apologized. "Did you see where it went?"

Scott sighed. "I lost him."

"What? You couldn't catch his scent?"

"I don't think he has one."

"Is that even possible?" Neris mused aloud.

"All right, any clue to where he's going?" Stiles asked him

"To kill someone." Scott said.

"Ah! That explains the claws and fangs and all that. Good. Makes perfect sense now."

"Stiles, sarcasm may not be the best thing at this point," Neris patted him on the shoulder.

"Oh, come one. I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense."

"Just help me find it!" Scott exclaimed.

"Not 'it'. Jackson." Stiles corrected.

"Yeah, I know. I…I know." Scott said agreeing.

"All right, but does he know that?"

"Doubtful." Neris replied.

"Did anybody else see him back at your house?" Stiles asked.

"I mean, I don't think so. But, he already passed Derek's test anyway." Scott replied.

"Yeah, but that's just the thing. How did he pass the test?" Stiles asked confused.

"I don't know!"

"Maybe it's like an either/or thing."

"Or maybe it's different when Jackson's human," Neris contributed.

"Wait, say that again," Stiles requested.

"Maybe it's different when Jackson's human?" She repeated questioningly.

"That must be it. Derek said a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom, right? When's the Kanima not the Kanima?" Stiles asked, guiding his friends to the conclusion.

"When it's Jackson." Scott said in realization.

"I love being right," Neris grinned.

"Uh…. guys." Stiles said, backing up. Neris and Scott backed to his level, looking at the roof. "See that?"

It was Jackson, still in his Kanima form. Or, rather, his tail waving as he climbed through an upstairs window.

"He's inside." Scott said seeing him go in.

"What's he going to do in there?" Stiles asked.

Scott paused, sniffing the air slightly. "I know who he's after."

"What? How? How? Did you smell something?"

"Armani."

"Is that a reference to something, or…?" Neris asked.

"It's Danny." Scott elaborated.

They walked behind the club, trying to find a back entrance, and came up to a door that was locked. Stiles tugged on the handle, refusing to allow it to remain locked.

"Aw, come on. Maybe there's like a window we could climb through or some kind of…" He started to walk off as he hypothesized, a metallic tearing noise coming from behind him, and Scott handed him the door handle. "…handle that we could rip off with supernatural strength. How'd I not think of that one?"

There was loud music playing, strobe lights erratically illuminating the place, and numerous disco balls.

"Dude, everyone in here's a dude. I think we're in a gay club." Scott said to them, Neris laughing as he turned to look at Stiles being fawned over by a gaggle of drag queens.

"Man, nothing gets passed those keen werewolf senses, huh, Scott?" Stiles asked sarcastically.

They moved away from them, however friendly they were, and walked over to the bar.

"Three beers!" Stiles said excitedly to the bartender.

"ID's." The bartender said simply. They all got out their ID's and gave it to him. He chuckled, "How about three cokes?"

"Rum and coke? Sure!" Stiles said, being met with the unmoving gaze of the bartender. "Coke's fine actually. I'm driving anyways." He said bobbing his head to the music.

Another bartender, this one shirtless, came over and put a drink down in front of Scott. "That one's paid for." He nodded over to a guy who was checking Scott out from across the bar.

Neris laughed as Scott gave a flattered smile.

"Oh, shut up!" Stiles remarked, looking sullen.

"I didn't say anything." Scott replied, still smiling as he raised a hand in defense.

"Yeah, well your face did."

The three turned around, sipping their drinks, as they scanned the dance floor.

"Hey, I found Danny." Stiles said putting his drink down as he saw Danny dancing with a guy.

"I found Jackson." Scott replied, looking up at where Jackson was hovering right above a dancing Danny. "Get Danny."

"What're you going to do?" Stiles asked. Scott's claws came out. "Works for me."

Neris and Stiles tried to shove their way through the crowd "Danny!"

The music was too loud.

"Danny!"

There was too much smoke coming from the smoke machines. People kept blocking her, and she looked over to see Stiles having the same problem. She tried to somehow maneuver around them but then she heard screams. People began pushing past her to get out of the way. She moved forward though the rushing crowd and found Danny paralyzed on the floor.

"Danny!" She yelled, and pushing people furiously out of the way. Stiles ran up next to her and they kneeled down to Danny's level.

"You're going to be okay." Stiles told him.

"Where's Scott?" Neris asked, looking around.

"I don't know, but I think I saw Derek somewhere." Stiles replied.

"Aw, shit." She looked down to Danny. "You're gonna be okay, but we have to go somewhere."

They rushed out of the club through the back, Stiles pointing to a trail of black blood. He and Neris followed it until they found Scott, kneeling next to Jackson's body.

"What do we do with him now?" Scott asked.

"Get him in the car." Neris said.

"My car?" Stiles questioned.

"Yes, your car. Now hurry before the cops get here; namely, your dad."

Neris and Stiles waited in the car, Jackson in the backseat with her, while Scott spoke with Danny. Once he was done, he rushed over to Stiles' jeep and climbed in the front seat.

"I couldn't get anything out of Danny," he told them.

"Okay, can we just get the hell out of here now, before one of my dad's deputies sees me?" Stiles said as he was about the start the car; however, a police car pulled right in front of them. "Oh my god, oh my god! Could this get any worse?" Jackson groaned next to Neris, causing her to give out a little squeak. "That was rhetorical!"

"Get rid of him!" Scott exclaimed.

"Get rid of him? We're at a crime scene and he's the sheriff." Stiles replied.

"Do something!" Scott and Neris yelled.

Stiles waved his hands around in frustrating before getting out of the car and walking over to his father. Jackson tried to sit up and Neris placed her hands on his chest, nudging him back down.

"Jackson; Jackson, be quiet." She pleaded. "There's a good boy."

Stiles and his father were talking, Neris and Scott looking on anxiously. Jackson groaned again.

"Jackson, be quiet." Scott hissed.

"Oh my god, we need to get out of here," Neris moaned anxiously.

"What's happening?" Jackson asked tiredly sitting up.

"Jackson, I'm sorry, but," Scott punched him and he fell unconscious. Neris looked at him with her mouth open in a state of shock. "What?"

"You realize I could have sung to him, right?" She asked.

"Oh. I didn't think of that."

"Of course," she replied as Stiles came back.

"Where do we go?" He asked starting the car.

"Anywhere but here!" Neris replied.

Stiles drove quickly, trying to put as much distance between them and the club as possible.

"What about your house?" Stiles asked Scott.

"Not with my mom there!" Scott replied.

"And there is no way we're taking him to mine." Neris added.

"We need to take him somewhere where we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him. Or long enough to convince him he's dangerous." Scott said looking at him.

"I still say we just kill him." Stiles informed them.

"We're not killing him!" Scott retorted.

"Especially because they'll find Jackson's body, not the Kanima's." Neris interjected. "Do you want to be a murder suspect? Because I'm sure Isaac can tell you it's not a fun experience."

"God! Okay, okay." Stiles replied defensively. "I got an idea!"

"Does it involve breaking the law?" Scott asked worried.

"By now, don't you think that's a given?" Stiles countered.

"I was just trying to be optimistic!"

"Don't bother."

Which is how they ended up stealing a police prison transport van, parking it in the middle of the preserve, and handcuffing Jackson in the back.

"Stiles! McCall! I'm gonna kill you!" They heard Jackson rage inside the van once he woke up, in the wee hours of the morning.

"Well, at least I'm safe," Neris quipped as the three stared at the van.

/

Neris and Scott left Stiles in charge of watching Jackson while they went to school. Neris dropped by her house to freshen up and change, but nothing could help the bags under her eyes.

"You look terrible," she heard from behind her as she walked down the hall.

"Well, if this isn't déjà vu." She muttered as she turned around, seeing Isaac behind her. "Wow, Isaac, you're so sweet."

He looked slightly taken aback at her sarcasm. "Are you okay?"

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I'm just tired, that's all. I spent all of last night and parts of this morning making sure that goddamned Kanima didn't kill anyone, and we're all freaking out because we don't know why it's happening." Neris made sure to leave Jackson's name out of the equation, the group deciding to keep the information a secret from Derek's pack.

"Hey," he said soothingly, placing his hands on her arms, rubbing them slightly. "It's going to be okay."

"How? Derek's planning on killing it, while it's planning on killing some poor random person!"

"Neris," Isaac's voice suddenly became worried. "Your eyes. They turned black; calm down."

She breathed in sharply, snapping her eyes shut, "But I'm not mad. I'm frustrated. They don't turn when I'm frustrated."

"Hey, just breathe," he instructed gently, still rubbing the pad of his thumb against her arms. "Open your eyes; they might be back to normal."

Neris shook her head, eyes still closed. There were cameras in the school hallways, and Argent eyes were watching them always. Gerard was principal and Allison's mom worked in the office. That one brief moment of harpy eyes was too long of a moment for Neris' taste. She didn't want to give the Argents any more excuses to target her or her friends.

"Neris, please." Isaac requested softly. Neris sighed and opened her eyes slowly, looking nervously up to Isaac. He nodded lightly when he saw the gray hue of her irises. "They're normal again. Are you sure you're okay?"

Neris sighed again, breaking out of Isaac's hold smoothly. "I have no idea," she told him truthfully as she turned away from him and walked to class.

/

"You're sure everything's okay with you and Jackson?" Scott asked Danny as he and Neris stood in Danny's hospital room after school.

"Yeah, everything's fine." Danny looked through his wallet and tossed it on the bed. "Did the cops have to take my fake ID?"

"You didn't do anything to make him angry?" Neris pressed.

"How angry?" Danny chuckled.

"On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being 'kind of irritated' and 10 being 'wanting to kill you, violently'." Scott explained.

"Jackson's kind of always at a four, but we're good. I was actually doing him a favor." Danny replied.

"What favor?" Scott asked.

"I was recovering a video for him. I put it on my tablet, which is in the trunk of my car, and probably still at the club." Danny finished, frustrated.

"What was on the video?" Neris asked.

"I'm not really supposed to say."

"Danny, what if I told you this could be a matter of life and death?" Scott asked.

"I'm not supposed to say." Danny repeated.

"What if I told you I could get your fake ID back?" Scott said quickly.

Danny told them what they needed to know. Scott and Neris quickly walked out of Danny's room, but were stopped by Mrs. McCall.

"While I think you being here to check on your friend is all sorts of commendable, I've gotta play tough mom right now, even though I'm not very good at it." She told her son.

"Right now?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, right now! I got a call from your principle; you are failing two classes?"

"I know, and that's why I'm studying with Stiles right now."

"Do you know that if you fail even one of your midterms, they're gonna hold you back?"

"He said that?"

"Yes; all of your friends are going to be juniors while you are still a sophomore, do you understand Scott? You cannot fail."

"I know."

"Okay," Mrs. McCall nodded. "Thank you. Sorry about that, Neris."

"It's fine; I get it from my mom."

Once they were out of the hospital, Neris drove Scott to the empty parking lot of the club. It was clear as soon as Scott popped open the trunk that someone had broken in and took the tablet.

"Ugh, that's just fantastic." Neris grumbled, resting her head against the trunk hatch.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked, looking over at her. "You're more frustrated than I am, and that's saying something."

Neris sighed, "You know how birds molt?" He nodded. "So do sirens. It lasts a day, but it makes us grumpy and it hurts like hell. My eyes randomly went black in school, and the only time they do that is during molting." She sighed again, "Can you get to Stiles and Allison okay on your own? I think I need to be at home."

Scott nodded, "Yeah. Feel better."

"Thanks."