"Clara!" Isaac yelled, shaking me by my shoulder.
"What?" I snapped, jerking my head up.
"I've been yelling your name for like five minutes. We are going to try to find Stiles." Isaac explained. "Come with me."
"Okay." I said, letting him take my hand and guide me to the locker room.
We walked inside and Scott tore the door off Stiles locker. He handed Isaac a shoe.
"How come you get the shirt and I get the shoe?" Isaac asked.
Then Scott turned around, Derek was standing behind us.
"We need to talk." Derek said.
"We already did." I replied. "We're busy."
"All of us." Peter said, walking out from behind some lockers.
"Holy shit." Scott said. "What the hell is this?"
"You know I thought the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the Sheriff's station." Derek said.
"Okay, wait, hold on. He threatened to kill my mom and I had to get close to him. What else was I supposed to do?" Scott replied.
"I'm with Scott on this one, have you seen his mom? She's gorgeous." Peter said.
"Shut up." Derek, Scott and I yelled in unison.
"Who is he?" Isaac asked.
"My father." I replied with a groan.
"Peter, Derek's uncle. Little while back he tried to kill us all and then we set him on fire and Derek slashed his throat." Scott explained.
"Hi." Peter said, waving at Isaac.
"That's good to know." Isaac whispered, squeezing my hand that he still hadn't let go of.
"How is he alive?" Scott asked.
I zoned out after that because I felt a tingling sensation on my face and my heart rate speed up. Something was wrong. Something was wrong with Stiles. Someone was hurting him.
"Scott." I whined; my eyes wide and tear filled.
"Clara, hey, what's wrong?" Scott asked.
"Stiles. Someone is hurting Stiles." I said, my voice faltering.
"How do you know that?" Isaac asked.
"Well, when they had sex, they imprinted." Derek explained. "The imprint is evolving to where they can feel when the other one is in trouble or pain."
"I don't feel it anymore. I can feel him though, it's like he's relieved. I think he's okay now." I said, trembling.
They all started to bicker with one another then my phone started to vibrate in my pocket.
"Hello?" I answered.
"He's home, he's okay." The Sheriff said.
"Thanks for calling." I replied.
"No problem, you can come over any time tonight. Just knock on the front door." The Sheriff said.
"Thank you." I replied.
He hung up and I looked at Scott.
"He's okay." I said. "I'm going. Can you guys handle this?"
"Yeah, go." Scott nodded.
I walked past Derek and Peter and then I started to run. I ran to my car and sped towards Stiles house. Breaking the speed limit as well as going through a few red lights. I arrived and ran up to the door, panting slightly. I knocked on the door and the Sheriff answered it, smiling at me.
"He's in his room." The Sheriff said, before stepping aside.
"Thank you." I said, walking past him and towards Stiles bedroom.
I knocked on the door which was closed.
"Go away, Dad!" Stiles yelled.
I tried for the doorknob realizing it was locked.
"Dad, I said I'm fine!" Stiles yelled.
I thought about pulling the door knob out of the door but instead released my claws and poked at the door lock, I heard a click then pushed the door open.
"Dad, what is it?" Stiles demanded.
He turned around in his bed to see me rather than his father standing there.
"Clara?" He asked, getting out of bed.
He came up to me and pulled me in to a hug.
"What are you doing here? You should be helping Scott." Stiles said.
"Scott told me to come to you. I felt it, I felt you." I said.
"What do you mean?" Stiles asked.
"I could feel you getting hurt. I could feel how scared you were." I said, my voice cracking.
"I'm fine, seriously, I'm okay." Stiles said.
"You don't look fine." I replied.
"It's not even that bad." Stiles said.
I put my hands up towards his face and took it in my hands, my veins began to turn black and I could see Stiles face began to heal.
"Clara, stop." Stiles said, taking my wrists. "You'll wear yourself out."
I took a deep breath and leaned my head against his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. We stood like that for a few moments before there was a knock on the open door.
"I thought I might find you here." Lydia said, weakly.
"Do you wanna come in?" Stiles asked.
Lydia walked quickly to the bed, taking a seat. Stiles and I had separated.
"They won't let me see him." Lydia said. "I'm supposed to give him something, he kept asking for it back."
"Lydia." I said.
"And, I'm not going to be able to give it back now." She said, her voice cracking.
Stiles left the room, grabbing toilet paper for Lydia. He handed it to her.
"Sorry, we don't have any tissues." He said.
"It's fine, I'm such a mess." Lydia stated. "You have 17 missed calls from Scott."
"I know." Stiles replied.
"You ignoring him?" Lydia asked.
"Not really, no." Stiles said.
"Why do you have women's jewelry?" She asked, pointing to the pile behind me.
"Oh, I was going to give it to you actually. Your birthday, I didn't know what to buy so I just bought a bunch of stuff and had Clara pick which one you'd like more." Stiles replied, rubbing his head.
She laughed then Stiles phone went off in her hand. Her face instantly straightened out and she handed it to me.
"Read it." She said.
"Jackson's alive and in some kind of casing from the stuff that is in his claws." I read out to them.
"Let's go." Lydia said.
"How much do you know about this stuff?" Stiles asked.
"Pieces, half of it's like a dream." Lydia said.
"All those visions, those things actually happened. Those things you thought were dreams, the things with Peter, with Derek. Those all happened, Lydia." I said.
"And the other half, it's like a freaking nightmare." Stiles said.
"I don't care. I can help him." Lydia stated.
"Lydia, you could die." I said.
"I don't care." Lydia repeated. "Let's go."
"Wait, no. You're not going." Stiles said.
"Yes, I am." Lydia responded.
"No, you're not. You don't care about getting hurt. But you know how she'll feel? She'll be devastated." Stiles said, pointing at me. "And if you die, she is going to be destroyed. Death doesn't happen to you, Lydia, it happens to everyone around you, okay? To all the people left standing at your funeral trying to figure out how they're going to try to live the rest of their lives without you in it."
Lydia frowned and glanced over to me.
"I mean, look at my face." Stiles said, raising his voice still pointing at me. "Do you really think this was meant to hurt me? No, it was meant to hurt her."
Lydia jumped back, startled.
"What do you mean hurt her?" Lydia asked.
"He means emotionally hurt me, make me angry. Gerard wanted me to be angry and come after him, with Derek so he can kill Derek." I said.
"What? Why?" Lydia asked.
"I promise you, Lydia, that I will explain everything later. I will explain about us, about Gerard, about Derek and Peter and about everything that has happened." I said. "But, right now, we've got to go. And I don't think you should come with us."
"Then I will find Jackson myself." Lydia said, turning to walk out of the room.
"Lydia, wait." I sighed.
I looked at Stiles who nodded.
"Let's go, Lydia." I said, putting an arm around her. "We're going to go meet up with them."
We all headed outside, Stiles told his Dad we were going out for something to eat. We got in the Jeep and headed towards where Scott told us to meet him. We got lost a few times because the GPS kept messing up for some reason. We finally pulled up and as we did, we slammed in to Jackson. Jackson jumped on Stiles hood and hissed at us. Then there were gun shots and I turned to stare at my mother. I hesitated then I pushed on Stiles who was screaming, he jumped out of the car and ran over towards Scott. I started to follow but then I noticed Lydia hesitated.
"Jackson." She yelled, holding up a key.
"Lydia." I yelled.
I went to go towards her when Scott grabbed my arm. Jackson stared at the key and then he took in in-between two of his fingers. He started to transform back in to a human. He took a few steps back from Lydia and held up his arms. I looked at Derek who came at Jackson and shoved his claws in to his stomach and raised him in the arm. He let Jackson fall back down to the ground. Lydia moved forward, catching Jackson.
"Do you still?" Jackson asked.
"I do, I do still love you." Lydia said, nodding. "I do, I do still love you."
Jackson's eyes shut and Lydia let out a sob as she laid him on the ground. She stood up and turned towards us. Allison had taken Scott's hand. I could feel pain behind my eyes, tears threatening. Stiles wrapped an arm around my shoulder. Lydia started to walk towards us when there was a sudden scratching noise on the ground. Jackson stood back up, his eyes glowing blue and he roared as a werewolf. He transformed back in to a human and Lydia ran to him, throwing her arms around him. He squeezed her tightly. Isaac left with Derek and Peter snuck out behind them. Allison's father took everyone home leaving Stiles, my mother and I standing alone.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, turning to my mom.
"Chris called me." My mother explained.
"So you just headed over here?" I asked.
"No big deal." She replied.
"Mom, Jackson could have killed you." I replied, rubbing my temples.
"Could have killed all of you too." She replied, her tone icy now then it smoothed back out. "I'll see you at home."
"So, that was crazy." Stiles said, running a hand over his head as my mother walked out of the building.
"Yeah, uh, you hungry?" I asked.
"Yeah, really hungry. You wanna go get milkshakes and dip our fries in them?" Stiles asked.
"What do you think?" I grinned.
He leaned over to me and gave me a peck on the lips. I laughed.
"I love you." Stiles said, smirking.
"I love you too. Let's go." I said.
We got in the Jeep and drove off.