It's the Same Wherever You Go

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Rave Havok

The Stilinski family, plus one Winchester, sit down for a family dinner. Well, a healthy version of some take out.

"Oh, what the hell is this?" John asks, looking at his meal as Jaydra scoffs down some fries she got for herself.

While Stiles digs through the bad, Jaydra slides some fries to the Sheriff, winking.

"It's a veggie burger, dad," Stiles says, laying a salad down beside the veggie burger. "We're going to be healthy, okay?"

John sighs and picks up a small snack container, and held a small sliver of hope that his son decided to help him out here. Nope. Carrots and celery. "Oh, hell, why are you trying to ruin my life?"

Sighing, Stiles rubs his forehead. "I'm trying to extend your life, okay? Now just eat it, please?"

"And tell us what you found," Jaydra adds, taking a bite of her veggie burger.

John Stilinski nearly spits out his food at the bold demand. "No," he says, managing to swallow a bit of his food. "I am not sharing confidential police work with teenagers."

Pointing behind John's head. "Is that it on the board behind you?" she asks.

"Don't look at that," John orders, knowing immediately that Jaydra and Stiles are both eyeing the board. Why does he even bother? "Avert your eyes!"

But Stiles couldn't be swayed so easily. "Just . . . It's just . . ." the teenager starts, his eyes scanning the board as he gets up and walks to it. "I see all the arrows pointing at pictures . . ."

Knowing he's fighting a losing battle, the sheriff finally relents. Maybe a fresh set of eyes can spot something he didn't. "Okay, okay . . . I found something," he begins, standing up to go to the starting point of his board. "The mechanic and the couple who were murdered had something in common."

"All three?" Jaydra asks, walking over to the board as well.

"Yeah . . ." John says, his eyes scanning over the papers. "You know what I always say . . . One's an incident."

Jaydra steps up with the next piece. "Two's coincidence."

"Three's a pattern," Stiles summarizes.

John moves to the side of the board, pointing at each person he lists. "The mechanic, the husband, the wife, they were all the same age, twenty-four."

Furrowing her brows, Jaydra moves to point at Isaac's dad. "Wait, what about him? Mr. Lahey?" Her green eyes move to lock in with John's piercing blues. "Isaac's dad isn't anywhere near twenty-four."

"Which made me think that 'A', Lahey's murder wasn't connected, or 'B', the ages were a coincidence . . ." the sheriff trails off, and reaches up to pick up a piece of paper. "Until I found this, which would be 'C'. Did you know that Isaac Lahey had an older brother named Camden?"

Jaydra's eyebrows narrow, grabbing the paper from the sheriff, reading the information. "Wait . . . he died in combat?" she asks, making a mental note to talk to Isaac about that later.

The sheriff didn't miss a beat. "But if he were alive today, take one guess as to how old he'd be."

The two teenagers tense up and look at each other before muttering, "Twenty-four . . ."

ITSWYG

After finding that new clue, the two teenagers and the sheriff all moved the papers off the board and on the table of the forgotten dinner, trying to find more clues.

"Now what if same age means same class?" Stiles asks

The sheriff's eyes widen slightly, meaning he hadn't thought of that. "I would've, but I just got Lahey's file two hours ago."

"Two hours?!" Jaydra asks. Was this case even a priority?

Stiles was on the same brain wave as Jaydra. "Dad! People could be dying!"

"I'm aware of that, thank you!" John snaps lightly, rubbing his eyes.

Jaydra runs over to a shelf, picking up some yearbooks. "Let's find this connection!"

After several long minutes of flipping through some of the yearbooks, Stiles suddenly shouts, "I FOUND IT!"

Jaydra and John walk over to the ecstatic teen, and the female hunter's piercing gaze fell upon the year of the book. "Class of two thousand six . . ." she hums, her green eyes narrowing. Was the killer from this class as well?

"All of the victims went to Beacon Hills," Stiles says, pointing to the pictures of the students.

On one picture, the sheriff's finger lay. Tapping twice, John finally voices his thoughts. "Including Isaac's brother . . ."

"So, what's the connection linking them all together?" the hunter asks, flipping through pages.

Stiles was quick to throw out an opinion. "What if they all just knew each other?" When John and Jaydra raise a questioning gaze, the buzzcut teen continues, "I mean, two of them were married, so maybe they were all just close friends."

Rubbing his chin, the sheriff considers this option. "Well, I mean, they could have had the same classes together . . . So, it's not hard to compr—"

"Oh my God!" Jaydra gasps out, her pale fingers moving up to point to a very familiar face.

"They all had the same teacher . . ." John hums, looking over Mr. Harris' face. "I don't know how Isaac's dad fits in all this, but this . . ."

Jaydra picks up from there. "It's definitely a pattern."

"Give me that yearbook," he demands from his son. "I need faces to these names." He holds the book and flips through the pages.

Stiles cocks his head to the side. "Names to faces? Which ones?"

The lightbulb in Jaydra's head clicks on. "You want to find everyone in that Chemistry class . . . If the killer's not done killing—"

John nods, finishing Jaydra's train of thought. "One of them is next."

As the three get ready to go over the book, Jaydra feels her phone vibrate against her thigh. Pulling out her phone, she sees Scott's name followed by his message. He wanted her to meet him at the clinic. The young werewolf was on to something.

When John steps to the other room, making a call, Jaydra pulls her roommate close. "Tell John I went to get some air to wrap my mind around all this. Scott thinks he has something," the sandy blonde teenager explains quickly, heading to the door. "Text me if anything pops up."

ITSWYG

The drive to the clinic was a quick one, and when the youngest Winchester pulls into a parking spot, she spots Scott in the door, motioning her inside.

"What was so urgent, pup?" Jaydra asks.

Scott glances back outside, watching another pair of headlights shine on the building next door. The young werewolf opens the door, only to hold his mouth open in shock. Apparently, he was only expecting one of the visitors. Not two.

"What is he doing here?!" Scott demands, pointing at Isaac who was following his Alpha into the clinic.

Derek didn't think twice before answering Scott. "I need him here."

Taking in a small breath, Derek snaps his head in Jaydra's direction, giving her a small, rare, smile.

Scott growls softly, breaking the moment between the couple. "I don't trust him."

"Well, he doesn't trust you either," Isaac says, referring to himself in the third person.

Sighing in aggravation, Derek snaps his eyes to both betas. "And you know what? Derek really doesn't care!"

"And Jaydra is really getting tired of all this third person talking," the hunter quips, a small smirk on her face as the two betas flash her glares. "Now, what are we even doing here?"

Not answering her directly, Derek shed a bit of light on the situation. "So, where's your vet friend? Is he going to help us or not?"

"That depends," a new voice enters the room, making the hunter jump slightly.

~I never heard him walk up behind me!~ She muses in her mind, raising an eyebrow at the vet. "Depends on what?" Jaydra asks, trying to calm her nerves.

"Your friend, Jackson," Deaton explains, looking at the group of four. "Are we planning to kill him or save him?"

"Kill him," Derek answers.

Whereas Scott answers, "Save him." The young beta turns to glare at Derek, repeating his answer again. Enforcing it.

Raising a single eyebrow, Jaydra softly mutters, "Such conflicting interests . . ."

But the answer seems to satisfy Deaton's curiosity as he leads the group to the back room. They all gather around a small table as the strange vet reaches up and grabs a small holding basket for different vials of, what looks like, herbs.

Since he was still a new werewolf, Isaac was clueless when it comes to these types of things. Curious about what was inside the vials, he reaches out to pick one up, only for Derek to grab his wrist tightly.

"Watch what you touch," the Alpha growls softly, his green-brown eyes grazing over the samples.

Jaydra promptly ignores Derek's warning and picks up one of the vials, raising an eyebrow and whistling lowly as the contents click in her mind. "Holy shit . . . You have enough stuff here to take out any kind of creature . . ."

Looking over at the veterinarian, Isaac raises an eyebrow. "So, what are you exactly? Some kind of a witch?"

Deaton laughs softly, looking at the labels of his vials. "No, I'm a veterinarian," he retorts, a small smirk on his face. "Unfortunately, I don't see anything here that's going to be an effective defense against a paralytic toxin."

"We're open to suggestions," Derek says, rubbing his forehead.

Seeing concern in everyone's faces, Isaac tries to offer something. "What about an effective offense?"

Derek snorts a laugh. "We already tried. I nearly took its head off," the alpha recounts, leaning against one of the filing cabinets in the room. "And Argent emptied an entire clip into it . . . And the thing just gets back up."

Groaning and pacing the room, Jaydra offers her knowledge of the Kanima. "When I was up close and personal with that thing, I'm pretty sure Ira couldn't pierce its skin . . ." Glancing over at Isaac, the hunter notices a small fall of hope in his eyes. "My main weapon can only keep him at a distance."

"Has it shown any weaknesses?" Deaton asks, trying to find some sliver of hope.

"Well, one . . ." Derek voices, thinking back to the pool incident. "It can't swim."

Deaton looks over at Scott and Jaydra. "Does that go for Jackson as well?"

The young hunter snorts. "No . . . Ironically, he's the captain of the swim team."

Sighing softly, Deaton rubs his forehead, trying to figure out how he's going to word this. "Essentially, you're trying to catch two people . . ." Walking back over to a cabinet, the veterinarian picks up a small coin and holds it in front of Scott's face. "A puppet, and a puppeteer." To further explain his words, he holds the heads side for puppet, and tails for puppeteer. "One killed the husband, but the other one had to take care of the wife. Why?"

Scott's chocolate brown eyes furrow in thought. "I don't think Jackson could do it . . . His mother died pregnant too, and she was possibly murdered," the young beta explains, looking up at his boss. "I think he couldn't let the same thing happen to someone else."

"How do you know it's not part of the rules?" Isaac asks, crossing his arms as he looks at the other three. "The Kanima kills murderers. If Jackson kills the wife, then the baby dies too."

An innocent baby.

Jaydra's eyebrows furl in thoughts. An innocent baby . . . An innocent baby . . . An innoce—! Her eyes widen in shock, as her mind goes back to a theory she had days ago, just never voicing her opinion before now.

As everyone ignores the breakthrough Jaydra works on, Scott looks over at Isaac, finally growing the balls to ask the other beta a question that's been eating at him. "Does that mean your father was a murderer?"

Instead of the blind fury and rage that Scott was expecting at calling his dad a murderer, Isaac merely shrugs. "Wouldn't surprise me if he was."

Tapping her chin in thought, Jaydra finally speaks up a theory she's had for a few days. "Guys . . . I think the old translations of the Kanima might be wrong."

"Why?" Derek asks, his eyes snapping up to Jaydra, narrowing in on her.

Beginning her pacing again, Jaydra walks through her train of thought. "Let's say that the man wasn't a murderer, okay?" Everyone nods their head, ready for whatever Jaydra pulls out of her ass. "But what if the puppeteer believes that he committed a crime so vile, that it was on par with murder?"

Glancing at everyone, assuring herself that they were following her, the hunter continues, "But then when the puppeteer wants the woman dead, the Kanima can't kill her without killing the baby, who was perfectly innocent in this case!" The innocent baby was the huge clue that everyone overlooked. "No matter what, the child could be killed, so the puppeteer had to get his hands dirty since the Kanima wouldn't harm her with child."

To revise everything she just said, and to summarize things so that anyone lost would follow along, Jaydra states, "If the puppeteer had something done to them that they believe is on par with murder, then we may be looking at a different motive!"

Catching up with Jaydra's line of thinking, Deaton chimes in, "Hold on . . . The book says they're bonded, right?" With everyone's agreement, the man continues, "What if the fear of water isn't from Jackson, but the person controlling him?"

Reaching over, Deaton pours some powder into his hand. Once full, he lays the coin in the center of the table, and begins to pour some powder around the coin, enclosing it in a circle of powder.

"What if something that affects the Kanima also affects its master?" the older man asks, a small grin on his face.

"Meaning what?" Isaac demands, not quite catching on yet.

But Scott did. "That means we can catch them . . . Both of them!"

ITSWYG

Jaydra finishes up her shower in the women's locker room after a grueling practice set on by Coach Finstock. Grabbing her towel and clothes, Jaydra quickly changes and gets back to the locker room in time to hear the coach's announcement.

"Can anybody tell me where the hell Jackson is, and why he missed morning practice?!" Finstock demands, looking over all the players.

With his mouth fallen open slightly, Stiles turns to his best buddy, Scott. "I thought I told you to keep an eye on him!"

But the coach must have super hearing today, because he zeroes in on Stiles. "Stilinski! Jackson?"

Stiles pales slightly, sweat forming on his brow. "Um . . . Sorry, Coach, I haven't seen him since the last time I saw him."

Deadpanning, Finstock takes a deep breath and tries again. "Oh, and when was that?"

"Last time I saw him was . . . definitely the last time I saw him," Stiles retorts, sending riddle after riddle to the coach.

"Yeah . . ." Finstock sighs, looking over at Danny, Jackson's best friend. "Danny, tell Jackson no missing practice this close to the championships, okay?"

"Sure thing, Coach," Danny replies, continuing to lace up his shoes.

Finstock looks up and makes a sweeping look across the room. "That goes for all of you!" Turning away from the group, the Lacrosse Coach grumbles, walking back into his office, "I should be coaching college . . ."

After coach leaves, Danny looks back up at Scott and Stiles, continuing their conversation the coach interrupted. "Sorry guys, but I only got two myself."

"Two what?" Jaydra asks, leaning against the lockers.

"Tickets!" Scott groans, rubbing his head trying to figure out a way to get into the rave.

Jaydra's green eyes look back and forth between Stiles and Scott, before her eyes widen. "Oh, my god! You two still haven't gotten yours?!"

"YOU HAVE SOME?!" Stiles screeches, turning his attention fully to Jaydra.

Rubbing her ears from Stiles' assault, Jaydra pushes him back with her free hand. "Dude, chill. I scored mine when the first big announcement online came out." Jaydra was a hunter, but that didn't mean she'd pass up every opportunity to dance when it came. The fact that Jackson was going to be there was just a bonus!

"I only got the one ticket though . . ." she continues, rubbing the back of her neck.

Stiles lets out an angry sigh before looking back at Danny. "Do you even have a date yet?"

"Way to be subtle in asking, dude. Keep it up and your dad may actually believe you," Jaydra teases, a small smirk on her face.

Ignoring the comment, Stiles looks at the Lacrosse goalie as Danny answers, "I'm working on it."

A small glimmer of hope works its way up into Stiles' eyes. "Okay, okay . . . Just hear me out," Stiles begs, laying his hands-on Danny's shoulders. "You give us the tickets and you devote your life to abstinence and just—"

Danny rolls his eyes and stands up before Stiles can finish and walks out of the locker room.

Snickering at their horrible failure, Jaydra barely notices the body that has some to stand beside her, slightly behind Scott and Stiles. Glancing over, she sees Isaac standing there, his eyes practically glowing with mischievous intentions.

"How do you two losers even survive? Even with the Mama wolf in your group!" Isaac chides the two, even sticking a small gab to Jaydra.

Rolling her eyes at the jab, Jaydra just pats his head. "Isaac, heel boy!"

The glare that Isaac sent Jaydra held no malice, just a hint of annoyance.

Their playful antics were interrupted by Scott's complaining. "What are we supposed to do? No one's even selling!"

The blue eyes of Isaac's move across the locker room before falling on two unsuspecting 'victims'. "Wait here, boys," the beta smirks, moving past the two hopeless cases.

"I am not seeing this," Jaydra announces, turning her back and walking to her item locker. "Because I do not want to hear a scolding from the Alpha that I let a beta run wild!"

"Wait," Scott asks, looking at Jaydra's retreating form. "What is he going to—" Scott's question dies on his tongue as Isaac proceeds to beat up two smaller students for their tickets.

Jaydra hums and puts her equipment from practice away, listening to the wails of the two students as if it were music she was humming along with. When the screams die out, Jaydra skips over to the group and loops her arm in with Isaac as the beta passes off the two passes to Scott and Stiles.

"Enjoy the show boys!" he grins as he and Jaydra leave the locker room.

ITSWYG

After school, Jaydra meets with Scott and Stiles at the animal clinic, getting what they need from Deaton.

"Ketamine?" Scott asks, looking at the vial his boss has given him.

"It's the same stuff we use on the dogs, just a higher dosage," Deaton explains. "If you can get close enough to Jackson, it should slow him down enough to buy you some time." Deaton looks up and moves to Stiles. "This is some of what you'll use to create the barrier, and this part is for you, Stiles. Only you."

Stiles' eyes widen a fraction as he looks down at the sack Deaton was mentioning. "Uh . . . That sounds like a lot of pressure . . ." he muses. "Can we maybe find a slightly less pressure-filled task for me?"

Deaton chuckles at the boy's nervousness. "It's from the Mountain ash tree, which is believed by many cultures to protect them against the supernatural." Motioning to the building around him, Deaton continues. "This office is lined with Ashwood, making it difficult for someone like Scott to cause me any trouble."

"So, um, why can't Jaydra do this?" Stiles tries again, redirecting his job.

"Because she will be inside trying to find clues on who is controlling the Kanima before anything happens," Scott explains. "Remember, Jay's the only one here who actually heard of a Kanima before any of us and can easily spot signs of suspicion with humans rather than creatures."

Sighing, Stiles turns back to Deaton. "Okay, and then what? I just spread this around the whole building and then either Jackson or whoever's controlling him can't cross it?"

Nodding, Deaton grins slightly. "They'll be trapped."

"Doesn't sound too hard," Scott comments, only to snicker at the glare he receives from Stiles.

"Yeah, you got this!" Jaydra encourages.

"That's not all there is," Deaton says, making Stiles almost face palm the table. "Think of it like gunpowder. It's just powder until a spark ignites it. You need to be that spark, Stiles."

Before Stiles' head met the table, he counters with, "If you mean light myself on fire, don't think I'm up for that."

Rubbing his head at frightening the young man, Deaton rewords his statement. "Let me try a different analogy. I used to golf, and I learned that the best golfers never swing before imagining where they want to ball to go," the veterinarian explains, miming the motions of the golfers. "They see it in their mind and their mind takes over . . . It's pretty extraordinary what the force of your own will can accomplish."

"Force of will," Stiles grumbles, still looking at the sack of powder.

"If this is going to work," Deaton warns, his eyes focusing on the nervous teen. "Stiles, you have to believe it."

"Hmmm . . ." Stiles hums, rubbing the back of his neck.

Reaching over and patting her roommates shoulder, Jaydra offers her words of advice. "Belief goes a long way, my man."

ITSWYG

Jaydra pulls on the last piece for her rave outfit. Walking over to the mirror, she looks over the outfit she deemed appropriate for the rave.

Standing there was Jaydra in a navy-blue halter top that stops just above her stomach, showing off the tone muscle she gained from hunting and Lacrosse. Pulled over that was Derek's leather jacket. To complete the look, Jaydra has black jean shorts on with some knee-high boots with about a five-inch heel.

Grinning at her reflection, Jaydra does a small spin. Due to her hunting life, she really can't be too girly, but the rave was the perfect time.

Walking out of her room and down stairs with Stiles, the buzzcut teen did a double take. "HOLY SHIT! You can be a girl!"

"I usually don't wear this stuff unless it's necessary, Stiles," Jaydra explains, doing another little spin. "And with this case it is! A girl that isn't dressed up like this on a rave stands out like a sore thumb. But I'm so excited I can wear this!"

Nodding at her explanation, the two of them walk out of the house to Stiles' jeep, only to see John pull up in his car.

"Hey, we can't talk, we got to run," Stiles says quickly moving to his jeep, only to stop when Jaydra grabs his arm.

"John? What's wrong?" Jaydra asks, walking over to John.

John raises his head and looks over the young hunter and lets out a small sigh. "I will only beg for one thing . . . Put on some longer pants please?"

Raising an eyebrow, Jaydra retorts, "Fine, but only if you tell us why you're home this early."

"And where your gun is . . ." Stiles adds, looking down at the older Stilinski's empty holster.

"I . . ." John takes in a deep breath as he continues. "I left it at the station along with my badge."

Jaydra's entire body tenses up as her eyes flare in anger. John may not have told the two teenagers why he left those items behind, but she has a pretty good guess.

"What . . .?" Stiles gasps, looking at his dad.

John pats Stiles' shoulder and takes a small breath. "It's all right. We'll talk about this later . . ."

Stiles watches as his dad heads towards the house and calls out to him, almost begging for him to tell them.

But the small barrier the sheriff tried to put up began to crumble as he looks at the two of them. With one smaller 'please', the barrier broke.

"It was decided that the son and live-in teenager of a police chief stealing police property and having restraining orders filed against them by one of the town's most respected attorneys did not reflect well on the county . . ." he finally admits.

"T-They fired you?" Stiles gasps out, stepping towards his dad, only to stop when John held up his hand.

"Nah . . ." he clarifies. "It's just a leave of absence . . . Temporary."

Jaydra steps up next. "Then they said it was temporary?"

"Actually, no," John corrects, turning towards the house. "Don't worry about it though . . . We're going to be fine."

"Dad . . . I don't get it," Stiles stammers, trying to wrap his mind around everything. "Why-Why aren't you angry at me?'

"Or me?" Jaydra offers.

John takes a deep breath, looking over the sad teens, their eyes glossing over slightly. "I don't know," he hums, rubbing his eyes. "Maybe I just don't want to feel any worse than I already do by having to yell at my son and daughter."

Everybody's eyes widen as he motions to Jaydra when he said 'daughter'. Nobody said anything for the longest time until Jaydra runs over and hugs John tightly. The sheriff hugs her back, before pulling away and walking inside.

"Shoot . . ." Stiles sighs, rubbing the back of his head.

"I'm . . . I'm going to change into some longer pants," Jaydra says, rubbing at her green eyes. "I'll meet you at the rave, Stiles. Go pick up Scott and I'll take my car."

Jaydra turns and runs into the house, wiping the tears that have fallen to her cheeks.

ITSWYG

After changing into some jeans that were thin enough to still let her knee-high boots fit, and spending a few minutes crying over what John said in her room, Jaydra races over to the building where the rave is being held.

But as she pulls up, she watches as Stiles and Scott stand at the back of the Jeep.

"Alright, Scott grab that other bag," Stiles says, picking up a bag himself.

"I can't," Scott says. "Deaton said you have to be the one to do it."

"Okay . . . This plan is really starting to suck," Stiles grumbles.

Chuckling at the antics of his best friend, Scott tenses up and looks over at the building. "No . . . No not here! Not now!" he growls, taking off inside the building.

Stiles stutters after his friend before looking over at Jaydra like someone ran over his puppy.

"I'll follow him," Jaydra says, walking up to the door. "You do what you need to, Stiles!"

Jaydra walks into the rave, showing her ticket to the guy guarding the door. Inside was a living space. Everywhere people were dancing with each other, lights flashing and changing colors.

Looking around the dance floor, Jaydra narrows her eyes in on Scott and Allison. A low groan comes from her mouth as she puts two and two together. The Argents are going to be involved with this whole plan, aren't they?

Yes. Yes, they are.

Rubbing her forehead, Jaydra notices Erica and Isaac standing off in the crowd and moves to stand by her pack.

Isaac looks at Jaydra with an eyebrow raised, looking at her outfit, but doesn't say anything. Because he knows Derek is around somewhere and will wring his neck.

"Doesn't this take the icing off the fucking cake?" Jaydra asks, motioning her hand to Scott and Allison.

But her question goes unheard as Scott walks over with the needle filled with Ketamine, handing it off to Isaac.

"Wait, why me?" the blue-eyed beta asks, looking over at Scott.

"Because I got to make sure that the Argent doesn't completely ruin the plan," Scott says, rubbing the back of his head.

Jaydra snorts loudly, crossing her arms. "That's almost a guarantee."

Scott sends Jaydra a quick glare before looking back at Erica and Isaac. "Okay, listen, you better do it intravenously, which means in the vein," he quickly explains, pointing at his neck. "Here will be your best bet. So, when you find him, you pull back on this plunger right here. So, you find a vein and jam it n there, and pull back on the trigger." Scott pats him on the shoulder. "Be careful."

Rolling his eyes, Isaac looks down at the needle. "Oh, I doubt it'll even slightly hurt him."

"No, I mean you," Scott clarifies. "I don't want you to get hurt." And with that piece of shocking detail, Scott turns to leave.

Jaydra coos at Isaac, "My packs are already coming together! How sweet!"

"Oh, shut up!" Isaac groans, pushing her away from him. But it wasn't quick enough to keep Jaydra from seeing the small smile on his face.

In the pocket of Derek's jacket, Jaydra feels her phone vibrate. Pulling it out, her green eyes shot open as Boyd sent her a single word that made her blood run cold.

"Argents."

ITSWYG

Running outside to confront the Argents, Jaydra made excellent time, given that she's wearing heels. But as she reaches the door, she slows down. Pressing her ear near the door, she can hear Chris Argent and Derek Hale talking.

"Derek," Chris growls at the Alpha. "Back off."

"Back off?" Derek scoffs, crossing his arms. His stance read laid back, but his muscles were all tense, expecting an attack. "That's really all you've got? I got to be honest, Chris, I was really expecting more from the big, bad veteran werewolf hunter."

Chris' glare sharpens as he looks at Derek. "Then how about, 'Didn't anyone ever tell you not to bring claws to a gunfight'?"

Boyd, who is standing a little bit behind Derek, comments, "That one sounded pretty good."

Finally having enough of the brash, intimidation tactic from the Argents, Jaydra kicks the door open and walks out, her heels clicking against the pavement.

"Boys, boys, boys!" she calls out, walking in the middle of the two opposing sides. "How many pissing competitions are we going to have tonight?"

Glancing over at the Argents team, Jaydra tenses slightly seeing numerous young faces behind Chris Argent and his father Gerard, all of them holding guns aimed at Derek, Boyd, and now Jaydra. The young, female, hunter's eyes narrow in on the older Argent.

"Ah, Miss Winchester!" Gerard greets. "I should have known you would have been here!" Waving his hand slightly, the younger Argents put down their guns. "Men should know to never point a gun at a woman."

"You don't find me threatening?" Jaydra snarls at the older man.

Gerard didn't need to answer the question. His brashness around the female hunter told her all she needed to know. He didn't find her threatening at all.

"But the question of you finding me threatening isn't the main issue tonight," the young hunter comments, her green eyes locking onto Gerard's. "We all want the same thing, the Kanima out of commission, but that's where the similarities end." Jaydra began pacing back and forth in front of the Argents, keeping their focus. "I mean, we want Jackson alive, and you guys don't give two shits about blood spilling!"

Putting her hands in her pockets, or that's what she appears to be doing to the Argents. Derek and Boyd seen what Jaydra was really planning. While feigning to put her hands in her back pockets and walking in front of the gun crazy hunters, she was really moving her hand in position to grab a weapon under the leather jacket that belongs to Derek.

"And if you guys threaten one person's life tonight?" Jaydra asks, before quickly falling to her knee and pulling Ira out from its harness and letting the weapon fly forward and knock away a good chunk of the guns away from the hunters. "RUN!"

Derek and Boyd didn't think twice at the warning, quickly diving behind some pillars, as does Jaydra.

As soon as the female gets behind one of the pillars, gunfire begins peppering the other side of the pillar. Jaydra knew that her Kusarigama wasn't ideal for a gun fight, but it was a good distraction point to get them away from the firing squad. Putting that main weapon back in its harness, Jaydra reaches inside her jacket and pulls out a small pistol that Dean gave her years ago.

Having a feeling about tonight's plan going south, Jaydra decided to finally take her eldest brother's advice and pack some heat.

Twisting around the pillar when some of the gun fire cools down, Jaydra unloads some bullets the Argents way. But where the Argents were aiming to kill, Jaydra was aiming to incapacitate.

The Winchester Code she lives by won't let her kill if she can help it. Even a sick bastard like Gerard.

ITSWYG

Loud groans are heard behind a pillar.

"Oh, will you shut up?" Jaydra asks, looking at the unconscious body of an Argent, before looting through his pockets to find some more ammunition. The less these Argents had, the better off the pack would be.

After grabbing the ammunition, Jaydra sneaks back over to Derek and Boyd.

"I . . . I think I stopped healing . . ." Boyd gasps out, groaning as his injuries cause him pain when he moves.

Derek turns to look at his beta, worry across his face. "Bullets are laced with wolfsbane," he says, groaning as he sits up. "You got to go . . . Take the car."

"What about you?" Boyd inquires, not wanting to leave his Alpha.

"Jaydra will still be here, and we have to find Scott," Derek reasons. "Now, go!"

As Boyd leaves, Jaydra looks over and gives Derek a quick kiss on the cheek. "Now, go find Scott . . . I'm going to check on the others," Jaydra announces, glancing around the pillar. "Just be careful, Derek."

As Derek gives her a hum of agreement, Jaydra quickly darts around the pillars, sneaking back inside the building. If everything went according to plan, the group should have Jackson secured in small building connected to the warehouse the rave was held in.

Walking up to the door, Jaydra knocks before walking in, giving everyone inside a fright.

"Geez, calm down!" the hunter chides. "It's just me!"

As Stiles calms down from his heart attack, he looks over at the person in question. Jackson, who is twitching and moving, even though it's clear Jackson isn't in control.

"Jackson?" he calls out, watching the 'unconscious' teen. "Is that you?"

"Us," Jackson responds, his voice twisted and dark. "We're all here."

The voice that speaks from Jackson's mouth sounds nothing like the jerk everyone's come to loathe and hate. It sounded . . . evil. Like Jackson and whoever the puppeteer is mixed their voices together to create this evil combination.

"Are you the one killing people?" Stiles demands, breaking Jaydra's train of thought.

There was a beat of silence before Jackson answers, "We are the ones killing murderers."

That makes Jaydra raise an eyebrow. Was her theory correct? "So, all the people you've killed so far—"

"Deserved it!" the possessed teen snarls, his body fighting the ketamine inside of it.

Not wanting to assume that just confirmed her theory, Jaydra tests one more thing. "Well, we have a little rule book that says a Kanima will only go after murderers."

"Anything can break if enough pressure's applied," the puppeteer states through Jackson.

"Called it~~" Jaydra sings out, a small smirk on her face. Hey! Claim all the victories that's possible!

But wait . . . If the controller thinks these people deserve it and on par with murderers, still calling them murderers, who did they 'kill'?

"Who did they murder?" the hunter asks, noticing how the tension grew from just that one simple question.

"Me," Jackson says in a cold, dark tone.

Stiles' eyes widen as his brain comprehends what Jackson stated. "What? What do you mean?!"

"They murdered me . . . They murdered me . . . THEY MURDERED ME!" Jackson chants, his eyes changing color and his pupil turning into a slit. His hand begins to change as well, with his nails elongating and his skin turning into scales.

Fear starts setting in with everyone. Jackson is turning into the Kanima, which was the worst thing that could happen tonight!

"More ketamine!" Stiles squeaks out. "The man needs ketamine!"

"We don't have anymore," Isaac states, holding up the empty syringe.

"YOU USED THE WHOLE BOTTLE?!" Stiles screams out, his mouth hanging open in shock.

Jaydra looks over at Jackson, who is getting more Kanima-like with each passing second. "Everybody out!" she yells, pushing Isaac and Stiles out of the room.

"Okay, so now we need to find something to barrica—" Stiles was cut off with a very loud bang.

Everyone turns to see what caused the noise, only to see a large hole in the wall. Where Jackson was . . .

"Fuck . . . Jackson's on the loose!" Jaydra groans, rubbing her forehead. This just wasn't her day.

Grabbing Isaac, Erica, and Stiles, Jaydra hauls out to the front of the warehouse where Stiles made the line that kept the Kanima and puppeteer inside, and where Derek was waiting. Upon reaching the line, Jaydra and Stiles get across the line easily, but notice how the werewolves can't cross.

"Oh my God!" Stiles squeals happily. "I did it!"

"Break it," Derek demands, his eyes wide and in fear. "I heard Scott howling . . . And I think he's in deathly trouble."

"B-But . . ." Stiles stutters, before sighing and kicking away a small section of the line, breaking the spell.

The second the line was broken, Derek begins to run towards where he heard the howl. Jaydra was right behind him, until he stops her.

"Stay with the betas," Derek says, his green-brown eyes pleading with her. "Just protect them, Jaydra. No one else can get hurt." And with that, the Alpha disappears in the dark.

Moments, which felt like years, pass until Derek emerges from the building, dragging an unconscious Scott behind him.

"Scott!" Jaydra calls out, before looking up at Derek. "What happened?

Derek looks down at Scott's limp body. "Argents. He was poisoned with Wolfsbane by Allison's mother."

"Let's get him to Deaton," Jaydra says, moving over the other side of Scott and help get him to the car, and proceeds to break every speed limit in town to get Scott to Deaton.

Hopefully they're not too late.

ITSWYG

Deaton was quick to give Scott what he needed to survive the attack, and he was going to be okay in the next few days.

"Thanks . . ." Derek says to Deaton, who leaves the room, leaving it to just Jaydra and Derek. But as he leaves, Derek reaches up and pulls Jaydra down into his lap. "You're an idiot . . ."

That comment surprises her. Not that it wasn't true, she just didn't know why this time. "For what?"

"Shooting the Argents and being in a room with Jackson?" Derek challenges, resting his head on Jaydra's shoulder. "Take your pick."

Snorting a light laugh, Jaydra looks up at the ceiling. "Please . . . Those were nothing," she comments, laying her head against his. "It's only going to get worse."

"Most likely," Derek agrees, but he sighs as he continues, "But the Argents will be busy for a little while."

"What? Why?" Jaydra asks, moving back to look at him.

"The red head that was fighting with Scott," Derek begins before looking up at Jaydra. "I bit her."

It felt like a bucket of ice water had fallen on top of Jaydra's head, soaking her in terror. "What . . .?" she asks, her voice barely above a squeak.

"During the fight, I went into Alpha mode and did everything I could to save Scott, and it ended with me biting her," Derek explains.

"YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" Jaydra screams, jumping up out of his lap as if he burned her. "DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU'VE DONE?!" Jaydra didn't even give Derek time to answer. "YOU JUST SIGNED HER DEATH CERTIFICATE!"

Derek stands up, walking over to her, only to watch as she moves farther away. "You're over exaggerating . . ."

Scoffing at him, Jaydra glares darkly at him. "You think the Argents will let one of their own live with an Alpha bite? She'll be dead by midnight!" Jaydra begins pacing in the room, panic rising in her chest. "And the worst part? It's Allison's mother! Which mean it's going to drive a spike between Allison and Scott, which will split THIS pack apart! All because of you!"

"Jaydra . . ." Derek says, his eyes softening, slowly realizing the extent of his actions. He reaches out to take her hand in his.

But the young girl recoils her hand from his grasp. "Don't fucking touch me!" she snarls. "Do you realize what every hunter instinct in my brain is telling me to do, Derek? To put a bullet through your skull for killing a human!"

Before she follows through with her thoughts, Jaydra turns away to walk out of the room, only to pause to shred off Derek's jacket and throwing it at the Alpha's face.