This story is in correlation with my other two Teen Wolf stories, Scars and No One Else! The three intertwine with each other quite often but in different points of view, so I would recommend reading those as well so everything makes sense. I hope you enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: Sexual content

Once a week Stiles and Natalie would visit their dads at work so they could have dinner with them. It had been a few weeks since they had been able to do this because… well, you know, the kanima dilemma, but they were finally able to make some time to continue their weekly routine. The front desk let the young couple into Noah's office where he and Kurt were going over something on the board.

"Knock, knock, Daddios!" Natalie announced, she and Stiles holding up paper bags, "Dinner has arrived!"

"Finally!" Noah sighed as he made room on his desk, "What took you guys so long?"

"You can blame Natalie for that," Stiles pointed at his girlfriend, "She was about to jump the guy at the window because their ice cream machine was broken."

The redhead rolled her eyes. "Any fast food place that says their ice cream machine is broken is just lying to us. They know what they're doing."

"It's not a corporate scheme, Nat."

"It's always a corporate scheme!"

"As entertaining as it is to watch you two argue," Kurt interrupted, "I don't enjoy eating a cold burger so sit down and let's eat."

Stiles and Natalie sat in front of the desk while their dads sat on the other side. They pulled their food out of the bags and passed them around to each other. When Noah took his first bite of his burger, he instantly wanted to spit it out.

"Oh, what the hell is this?"

"Veggie burger," Stiles told him.

"Stiles, I asked for a hamburger," Noah said.

"Well, veggie is healthier. We're being healthy." Stiles held up his salad container.

Pointing to the Henderson's who are enjoying their juicy meat hamburgers, Noah complained, "Well how come they get to eat hamburgers?"

"Because I actually love my dad," Natalie grinned. Kurt fist-bumped her.

Things got even worse when Noah uncovered his French fry tray to find out there was actually carrots and celery. "Oh, hell, why are you trying to ruin my life?"

"I'm trying to extend your life, okay?" Stiles said, "Could you just eat it, please?"

"Kurt, I wanna switch kids with you," Noah said to his best friend.

"Nah, I'll stick with mine," the deputy said, taking a bite of his burger.

Natalie waited until Stiles wasn't looking before slipping a couple of her fries to Noah. He winked in thanks and shoved the fries in his mouth.

"So," Natalie said as she chewed on a fry, "what'd you guys find out about the murders?"

"No," Kurt said sternly.

"Oh, come on! Please?"

"No," Noah said, "We're not sharing confidential police work to a couple of teenagers."

His son looked behind him. "Is that it on the board behind you?"

Their dads looked at the board as well. "Don't look at that."

"A'ight." But the two teens kept staring.

"Avert your eyes."

"Sure," Natalie said, shooting her head up like a meerkat.

"Look away."

"Okay."

"Hey!"

"Just- I just- I see arrows pointing at pictures."

Having enough, Noah raised his hands. "Okay, okay, okay, stop. Fine. We found something." Natalie pumped her fist. "Mechanic and the couple who were murdered. They all had something in common."

"All three?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah. You know what we always say-" Noah counted off with his fingers, "One's an incident. Two's a coincidence."

"Three's a pattern," Stiles and Natalie finished together.

Nodding, Kurt added, "All three of them were 24 years old."

"But then how does Isaac Lahey's dad fit into all of this?" Natalie asked, "Obviously he wasn't 24."

"Which made us think that either 'A', Lahey's murder wasn't connected," Noah told them, "or 'B', the ages were a coincidence."

"Until we found 'C'." Kurt handed Natalie a file. She opened it and held it between her and Stiles so he could read it as well. "Did you two know that Isaac had an older brother named Camden?"

"'Died in combat'?" Stiles read the red bold letters that were stamped across the paper.

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

"24," Natalie answered, exchanging looks with her boyfriend.

Everyone's dinner was forgotten as they were starting to become too invested in this case. It wasn't long before the four of them were standing in front of the board, observing every line, photo, blood print, and statement pinned up. Natalie couldn't lie, it was actually kind of cool. Not necessarily the deaths, but working on an actual investigation with her dad. It was inspiring. She did always want to be like him when she grew up- solving crimes, saving lives. How heroic.

She was brought back to the mystery in front of her when Stiles spoke. "Now what if same age means same class- I mean, did you think of that?"

"Yeah, yeah," the sheriff said. He then thought more about it. "Well, we would have. I mean, I- look, I just got Lahey's file two hours ago."

Natalie's jaw dropped. "Two hours?!"

"Dad, people could be dying," Stiles exclaimed.

"Yeah, we're aware of that," Noah snapped, "Thank you."

"Same class."

All four of them suddenly looked at each other. They must have all gotten the same idea. Kurt pointed at his daughter.

"Nat, grab the yearbooks out of my office. Quickly."

Not wasting any time, Natalie ran to her dad's office as Noah gathered up all of the files that were connected to the case inside his drawers. The redhead returned with a few yearbooks and set them on top of the desk next to the files. The four of them started rifling through the papers to see if there were any sort of clues that indicated if these four victims of the kanima were tied to each other in some way.

"Okay, this is it," Stiles stopped as he came across a blue folder, "Class of 2006." He opened the file and saw all of their names.

"They all went to Beacon Hills," Natalie pointed out.

"Including Isaac's brother," Noah said, reading another file.

"Alright, so what if they all knew each other, you know?" Stiles asked, "I mean, two of them were married, so maybe they all just hung out."

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

Kurt stopped his partner. "Wait, look at this."

"What?" Stiles asked.

"They all had the same teacher," Kurt said, showing the teenagers the picture on top of the page.

Who was in the picture just annoyed Natalie.

"They were all in Harris's class?" she questioned, "Man, just when I think the dude couldn't get any weirder he always ceases my expectations."

"Yep, all four of them," Kurt nodded.

"And I don't know how Mr. Lahey fits in," Noah said, "but this- kids, this is a pattern. Alright, Natalie, give me the 2006 yearbook. These names, we need faces." He reached for the phone.

"Which ones?" Natalie asked as she started flipping through the pages.

"Everyone in that chemistry class. If the killer's not done killing-"

"One of them's next," Stiles realized.

He looked at his girlfriend and they both wondered the same thing- who was the kanima's next victim?

On the way to drop off Natalie at her house, she and stiles had the stereo on full blast. They were belting along to Tenacious D at the top of their lungs and pretending like they were rock stars. They probably should have been focusing more on the whole kanima ordeal still, but the couple just wanted to let loose for an hour or two. It was rare they were alone together when they weren't dealing with the supernatural so when they did get that time, they enjoyed it to the fullest.

Now it's time for me to tell you about Young Nastyman,

archrival and nemesis of Wonderboy, with powers comparable to Wonderboy.

What powers you ask? I dunno how 'bout the power of flight?

That do anything for ya? That's levitation, holmes.

How 'bout the power to kill a yak from 200 yards away...

with mind bullets! That's telekinesis, Kyle.

How 'bout the power to move you?

They laughed along with each other, appreciating that they could be dorks together.

"Woo!" Natalie exclaimed as her laughter settled, "Jack Black, man! What a fucking legend."

"Preach it, babe!" Stiles encouraged, "You know, I really wish we could do this more often. I say this summer once everything settles down, you and I go on a little trip. Just the two of us."

"I'm game," Natalie said, "Where would we go?"

"Wherever we want! We could go camping, your lake house- hell, we could even just do a road trip! The world is our clam, Natalie."

"You mean oyster?"

"Huh?"

"The saying is, 'the world is our oyster'."

Stiles let out a snort. "Well that's just stupid." Natalie rolled her eyes. "But it would be great! Think of it as a romantic getaway."

"And how do you expect us to pay to go on a trip, genius?" the redhead asked, "We don't have jobs and I had to dig through my car to find some loose Goldfish crackers for lunch today."

"One, gross," Stiles shuddered, "and two-" he patted his dashboard, "we can just sleep in good ol' Roscoe here."

"Yeah, that sounds real comfy. We might as well get a cardboard box and stick some wheels on it."

"Hey, make jokes all you want, but Roscoe has been very good to us. Besides, put down the backseats, throw some blankets and pillows there, and it's like we're staying in a rustic hotel room."

"Would you say it's good for hanky-panky?" Natalie said, wiggling her eyebrows.

Pretending to think about it, Stiles tapped his chin twice. "I believe it is perfect for some hanky and some panky."

"Hm. Wanna test it out?"

How they didn't hit anything with the way Stiles stomped on the brakes so harshly was beyond them. He stared at his girlfriend like a deer in headlights as his mouth opened and closed repeatedly and all that came out is gibberish. Natalie placed her fingers on his lips to get him to stop jabbering. She smiled mischievously.

"Get in the backseat."

"Don't have to ask me twice."

Luckily they just so happened to be parked in a more secluded area of town so hopefully no one would catch them. They both scrambled out of the car, Stiles tripping on his own two feet.

As soon Stiles shut his door once they were in the back of the jeep Natalie wasted no time. She grabbed him by the head and pulled him into a heated and almost sloppy make out session. Stiles's hands fumbled as he pulled Natalie's sweater over her head, leaving her in a rose printed bra. The redhead was much more coordinated as she tore off his t-shirt and jacket.

It wasn't exactly the most comfortable setting. For the jeep being a big car, the inside was very cramped. Even though Natalie was about six inches shorter than her boyfriend's 5'10" frame, she still had to dodge Stiles's clumsy movements since he was on top of her which was a task within itself. Considering the fact that they didn't know the next time they would have this alone time again, they had to take what they could get.

"You couldn't have worn a dress or something?" Stiles mumbled against his girlfriend's lips as he kept fidgeting with the button of her jeans. Then he started kissing down her neck.

"Well, pardon me that I didn't know- oh!- know this would be part of the ah!- agenda."

Stiles managed to finally unbutton and remove Natalie's jeans and panties in one go. He hastily tossed them towards the front seat and kissed her sloppily again. His jeans were still on but with the way his front rubbed against her increasingly wet center felt way too fucking good. Natalie scooted back so she was sitting against the door and Stiles had a little more room to fit his head between her legs. There was no way he wasn't about to pull a muscle in this awkward position. Just as Natalie was about to ask if they should hold off for another night, Stiles started licking up her now soaked spot and all words that came out of her mouth next were incoherent.

How was he getting better at this every single time? Natalie was pretty sure like every boy their age Stiles did watch porn but that didn't really bother her. She knew that way before they even got together. And she wasn't even embarrassed to admit that she sometimes did too every once in a while. Stiles only found out about that when he asked to borrow her laptop when he needed to do type up a history paper one time. The nosy little shit went through her history and saw what types of videos she watched. Natalie was only pissed that he snooped around more so than she was mortified that he found her porno stash and she kicked his ass right after.

Either way, it seemed like Stiles was getting his lessons from watching videos because she could tell that he was trying to use some techniques that he saw from how his tongue moved against her lower lips and clit. Natalie placed her hand on the back of his buzz-cut, silently wishing that he had longer hair so she could grab it.

Then he started using his fingers along with his tongue and all bets were off.

"Fuck, Stiles," Natalie moaned as he pumped his fingers inside her at a surprisingly steady speed. Who knew 'steady' was even in that normally twitchy boy's vocabulary?

But Natalie definitely wasn't complaining. His tongue and his fingers moved together in such harmony that the redhead knew it wasn't going to be long until she came to her release. They may have not been intimate sexually like this many times, but for some reason, Stiles seemed to know just what his girlfriend not only liked but needed. He kept going like this for what felt like a while but when he started fingering Natalie faster and sucking on her clit simultaneously, she knew she was going to reach orgasm fast.

"Ohh, fuck, fuck, fuck, Stiles, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop- ah!"

A small bit of of her juices seemed to squirt out at Stiles. Not a lot, but enough to take the couple both aback. Stiles was practically in a trance as he watched Natalie's body shake as she came. This was hotter than any porn that he had ever watched and for a second he was considering throwing his laptop away. His fingers started decreasing in speed as Natalie came down from her high. Condensation was starting to form on her forehead along with the car windows. They were both starting to feel a little warm, but they didn't care.

Chest heaving up and down, Natalie wiped her forehead. "Wow. Just… wow."

"A little speechless there, Nat?" Stiles teased, "I don't blame you. After all, I'm sure you haven't been able to do that before I came along." He gestured to the wet spot that was stained on the seat between Natalie's legs.

"Alright, there's no need to be cocky here." Natalie looked down at the front of Stiles's jeans and noticed the tent forming. She bit her lower lip. "Speaking of cocky…"

"What does that- oh!"

Natalie pushed Stiles back so he was the one against the door. His eyes widened as big as possible when his girlfriend went straight for his belt and unbuckled it with ease. She pulled his jeans off but left his boxers on. Then she straddled him, kissing him again and grinding against him.

"Holy fuck," Stiles breathed out as Natalie sucked on the nape of his neck, "How is this my life right now?"

"Has anyone told you you talk too much?" Natalie asked before getting back to work on the hickey she was creating.

"Maybe once or twice," Stiles rambled, "But I can't help it and once I start it's almost impossible to get me to shut up- oh my god."

The boy was so distracted by his own voice he didn't even realize Natalie had pulled down his underwear and began to place kisses around his dick. All of the blood in his body seemed to rush to his dick and he knew if this was heading where he hoped it was, then there was no way he was going to last long.

This might have been the first time in Stiles's life that he became speechless. Natalie kissed the head of his shaft before sucking it just to get him even harder to the point where Stiles thought he might actually explode. Mentally telling herself to loosen her throat, Natalie slid her lips all the way down to the base. The unreal sensation of her warm and moist mouth surrounding his did was almost too much for Stiles. His head tilted back, hitting the window. He didn't even flinch at the contact- Natalie sucking him off was way too good of a distraction.

Like Stiles did with her, Natalie decided to get her hands involved. She was like a pro with how synchronized her hand moved up and down his shaft along with her lips. Stiles couldn't help but slightly move his hips up to meet her rhythm but Natalie didn't seem to mind. In fact, she made eye contact with him and raised her eyebrows, knowing that what she was doing was working. A little too well.

A little warm ball of fire started to form at the pit of Stiles's stomach. He was getting close. But because this was their first time getting to this point, Stiles wasn't sure which would be the more appropriate way to finish. Does he release into her mouth or tell her to pull away so he could find a napkin in his glove compartment?

"I can practically hear you thinking over there," Natalie said as she continued to stroke him, "Just cum in my mouth."

"Really?" Stiles asked shakily.

"Why not? It's easier cleanup and I'm curious to know what you taste like," Natalie shrugged before taking him in her mouth again.

That was all the confirmation Stiles needed. He doubled over like the wind was knocked out of him and shot his load into Natalie's mouth. She just kept suckling him like she was trying to get every last drop he had to offer out. Stiles swore he had died and gone to heaven. It seemed like his orgasm would never end and he wasn't sure he exactly wanted it to end.

All good things usually do though. Natalie pulled her lips off of him but not before placing one last kiss on the tip, making him shiver from the sensitivity. When Natalie came back up, her red velvet hair was a mess and her lips were swollen from doing so much work. What a sight for sore eyes she was.

She laughed at Stiles's dumbfounded face. "Who's the speechless one now?" She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she pondered on the taste of him. "Hm."

"Well, how is it?" Stiles asked once he was able to use his words again.

"Interesting," Natalie answered, "It's not good, but it's not bad either. I don't mind it though. It's you." She noticed Stiles staring at her with adoring eyes. "What?"

"I love you, Natalie."

The redhead almost wanted to make a joke but the expression her boyfriend had on his face was too sincere. Also she was feeling a little warm inside from her emotions for him as well.

"I love you, too."

They kissed more tenderly this time, Stiles not even caring that Natalie had the taste of him still in her mouth. When their lips separated, Stiles asked, "Should we try actually… you know, doing it?"

"It wouldn't hurt to give it a shot," Natalie shrugged.

Stiles had her lay on her back as he tried to maneuver himself on top of her. But it was clearly proving to be a huge struggle.

"No, you go this way and I go this way."

"Ow, Stiles, your hand is on my hair!"

"Hey, watch your knees!"

"For fuck's sake, let me get on top-"

"OW!"

Their heads hit when Natalie tried to come up. They groaned as they rubbed their foreheads.

"Maybe we should wait until we're in an actual bed."

"Yeah, good call."

Natalie didn't feel like driving to school the next morning so she made Stiles and Scott come pick her and Zach up. After they dropped off her brother at his school, the trio tried to form up a plan to get into the underground show at an abandoned warehouse downtown. Scott had went with Delilah to follow Jackson and try to get tickets. Apparently Jackson's next victim was going to be at that show so they needed to stop him. But when Scott told them how much tickets were, there was no way in hell they were going to be able to go.

"75?!" Natalie exclaimed as they pulled up to the school, "DJ Khalid better be performing there because I am not spending 75 on a rave."

"Well, we have to be there," Scott told her. They got out of the jeep. "There's gotta be some other way to get tickets, right?"

"It's a secret show," Stiles said, "There's only one way, and it's a secret."

"Yeah, otherwise that just defeats the purpose," Natalie snorted.

"Hey," Matt said as he came up to them. Great. "Either of you guys know why no one's getting suspended after what happened the other day at school?"

"Just forget about it," Stiles shrugged off, "Nobody got hurt."

"I- I had a concussion," Matt stuttered.

"Well, nobody got seriously hurt."

"I was in the E.R. for six hours."

Stiles was getting impatient. "Hey, do you want to know the truth, Matt? Your little bump on the head is about this high-" He lowered himself until his hand was just an inch above the ground, "on our list of problems right now."

Rolling her eyes, Natalie grabbed his bicep and yanked him up.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked Matt sincerely, making the boy smile in appreciation.

"Yeah, I'm fine now," he said, "So you and Delilah Lambert didn't get any tickets last night either."

"Are they still selling?"

"Uh, no, but I managed to find two online," Matt told them, "You should keep trying. Sounds like everyone's gonna be there."

"We appreciate the help!" Natalie called after him sarcastically as he walked away.

"I don't like him," Stiles said.

"We know, babe," Natalie quipped. She placed her hand on Scott's shoulder. "You're sure that Jackson's gonna kill someone there?"

"Last time, whoever's controlling Jackson had to kill somebody because he didn't finish the job, so what do think he's gonna do this time?"

"Be there to make sure it happens," Stiles answered. He sighed in exasperation before the three of them headed to the boys locker room to get ready for practice.

Like always when Natalie was with the boys in the locker room, a few guys wolf-whistled at her. She flipped them off. Jackson seemed to be missing so that meant Danny had to be by himself. Natalie saw her gay friend sitting on a bench.

A sneaky smile crept on her face as she nodded her chin towards him. "I've got an idea, boys. Follow my lead." She skipped over to Danny and plopped down next to him. She rested her head on his shoulder. "Hey, girl, hey."

"And what can I do for you this time, Natalie?" Danny asked, chuckling.

Horror struck Natalie's face. "Oh my god, I really do do that all the time." But she shook it off. "But you know about that underground show that's happening, right?"

"Oh yeah, the rave? What about it?"

"We were wondering if you knew how to get tickets for it since they're no longer selling," Scott said, catching on to Natalie's plan.

"No, I had already gotten mine before they stopped," Danny told them.

Grumbling to himself, Stiles then said, "Come on, dude, you must know some way to get them! You know everything!"

Before Danny could say anything else, Coach Finstock emerged from his office. He looked pissed but Natalie just figured that was just permanent. He was about to yell at the redhead for being there but he just shook his head, knowing that she wasn't going to leave no matter what. "Can anybody tell me where the hell Jackson is and why he missed morning practice?"

"I thought I told you to keep an eye on him," Stiles whispered to Scott.

But Coach heard him. "Stilinski! Jackson?"

"Sorry, Coach, I haven't seen him since the last time I saw him," Stiles told him. Natalie smacked her forehead when she figured out how this was going to end.

"Oh, and when was that?" Coach asked him.

"Last time I saw him… was definitely the time I saw him last."

That seemed to confuse not only himself but also Coach. He raised an eyebrow at Natalie. "You actually chose this guy?"

"On purpose," Natalie grinned sarcastically. She pinched her boyfriend's cheek. "What can I say? He's quite the charmer." She patted his cheek firmly, making Stiles wince.

"Yeah, again," Coach turned to Danny, "Danny, tell Jackson no missing practice this close to championships, okay?"

Danny nodded. "Sure, Coach."

"That goes for all of you. I should be coaching college." Coach went back into his office and shut his door.

"Sorry, but I only got two for myself," Danny told the trio.

"What- do you even have a date yet?" Stiles asked

"I'm working on it."

"Okay, okay, hear me out- you give Natalie and I the tickets, Scott can find his own, and you devote your life to abstinence, and just-"

Suddenly, Isaac had grabbed Scott and Stiles by the back of their jerseys. Natalie shot up from her seat as Danny left.

"How do you three losers even survive?" he asked them.

"What are we supposed to do?" Scott asked, "No one's even selling."

Isaac looked over by Coach's office and saw a few of the team members talking and holding tickets in their hands. He patted Stiles's chest as he pushed past the trio.

"Wait here, boys and girl."

"Where is he going?" Scott asked.

"Hold on," Natalie said, "how is he gonna- oh, that's how."

The trio watched in shock as Isaac started to throw the other team members all around the locker room. They cringed at each crash and blow.

"Ow," Stiles winced, "Oh, my - yup. That's excessive. That'll bruise."

Once he was done, the blonde beta shoved two tickets at Scott and Stiles. He patted their chest, turned around, and smirked as he walked away. "Enjoy the show."

Natalie noticed something. "Wait, Isaac, I think you forgot one!"

Right on cue, a ticket flew at her and hit her on the forehead. She pursed her lips as she caught the ticket before it could fall on the floor.

"Thank you!"

After school, the trio found themselves at Deaton's office. Scott's boss said that he had a couple of things that could be useful when catching not only the kanima, but possibly even his controller.

"Ketamine?" Scott questioned as Deaton held up a tiny bottle and a needle.

"It's the same stuff we use on the dogs," the veterinarian told them, "just a higher dosage." He set the bottle and needle down on the table.

"And that's supposed to take Jackson out?" Natalie asked, "He seems a bit more unpredictable than a dog. No offense, Scotty." Said boy rolled his eyes.

"Not exactly," Deaton explained, "but if you can get close enough to Jackson, it should slow him down enough to buy you some time." He picked up a jar that was filled with some sort of black powder. "This is some of what you'll use to create the barrier. This part is for you, Stiles and Natalie." He set the jar down. "Only you two."

Well, that wasn't terrifying.

"Uh, that sounds like a lot of pressure," Stiles said as he inspected the jar, "Can we maybe find a slightly less pressure-filled task for us?"

"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."

"Ah," Natalie said as she took the jar from Stiles, "Convenient. So basically we spread this stuff around the building and Jackson and his controller can't get out?"

"They'll be trapped," Deaton nodded.

Scott patted his girl best friend's shoulder. "Doesn't sound too hard."

"Not all there is."

Of course not. Why wouldn't it be?

"Think of it like gunpowder. It's just a powder until a spark ignites it. You need to be that spark, Stiles and Natalie."

"If you mean light ourselves on fire, I don't think I'm up for that," Stiles said in his usual sarcastic tone.

The other three deadpanned at him. "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."

"Force of will." Stiles looked down at his feet.

"If-" Deaton waited to make sure the boy was looking at him. "If this is going to work, Stiles, you have to believe it." He then smiled at Natalie. "Both of you do."

Natalie nodded as she looked down at the mountain ash. "We'll give it our best shot."

"Why can't I go?" Zach whined as he hung upside down from his sister's bed.

"Because one, you don't have a ticket," Natalie counted off as she tucked her long red velvet hair in her beanie but left her bangs and thick strands hanging out, "two, it's a sixteen and over thing and last time I checked you're a few years behind, and three, we're only going to catch the kanima." She raised an eyebrow at Zach. "Is that more than enough reasons?"

"No," Zach pouted, "you guys always get to do the cool stuff. You're practically living out my video game fantasy."

"Yeah because getting paralyzed by a lizard-demon is what dreams are made of," the redhead rolled her eyes.

She smoothed out her outfit, which was a black crop top, black long cardigan, high-waisted jean shorts, and her Doc Martens. After adding her last minute accessories, Natalie looked at her little brother.

"How do I look?" she asked, hitting a few poses.

"Like you're gonna have an awesome time," Zach grumbled.

"Stop moping. Once you go into high school in the fall then you can hang out with the cool kids."

"You mean Jackson and Lydia? Ow!"

Smirking in amusement as Zach rubbed his shoulder after he got hit with her baseball glove, Natalie walked out of her room. She had received a text from Stiles that he was on his way to come pick her up so she decided to wait downstairs.

But then Natalie came to a halt before she could continue going down when she saw her parents sitting at the dinner table.

They were talking quietly so she couldn't hear what they were saying, but they looked to be sad and in distress. Terri rubbed her husband's back as Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose. They embraced each other. Natalie was starting to get real concerned.

Kurt then excused himself and headed up the stairs. But Natalie grabbed his arm before he could head into his room.

"Dad, is everything okay?" she asked him.

Her father gave her a sad and unconvincing smile. "Yeah. Everything's fine, Natalie. Have a fun time tonight. You look great, kid."

Then he went into his bedroom and shut the door behind him. Natalie saw Terri still sitting at the table so she finally made her way downstairs.

Terri had her head in her hands, not even noticing her daughter was standing right next to her. Only when she called her name did she look up.

"Oh, honey," Terri chuckled, "I didn't even hear you come down."

"Sorry," Natalie apologized, "What's going on with Dad? Is there something wrong?"

Terri looked hesitant to saw anything to Natalie. But those big brown eyes she had inherited from herself made her realize that she couldn't say no to her daughter. Sighing, Terri patted the chair Kurt first sat in and had Natalie sit down. There was no easy way to say this. "Natalie… your and Stiles's dads had been let go from the police department."

Hearing this came as an absolute shock to Natalie. "What? They can't be, they're the best police officers in the county. Why?"

"The county found out about the stolen prison transport van and the restraining order against Jackson. They decided it wasn't a good look for them."

Fuck. That was a huge blow to the gut.

"So it's my fault…"

"Now that's the one thing your father said he didn't want to happen, you blaming yourself."

How could she not though? It was her fault. Natalie was the worst daughter ever. First her dad finds about her pill addiction, then he loses his career because she and her friends were trying to do a good thing that blew up in their faces. Natalie could never forgive herself for that.

"I can get a job," she told her mother, "No, really. And I can pitch in some money and I can do anything I can to help out-"

"Honey." Terri placed her hand over her daughter's. "That won't be necessary."

"But-"

"We're going to be okay," Terri assured her, "I promise. We'll figure something out."

"You shouldn't have to, though." It was silent between the two until Natalie's phone chimed. She read the text. "It's Stiles. He's here to pick me up." She stood up and kissed her mother on the cheek. "I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, Natalie."

As soon as she was sure the door was shut, Natalie dabbed underneath her eyes so the tears wouldn't fall out and ruin her makeup, although that was honestly the least of her problems right now. But she had to keep it together and focus on the job she had to do. She made her way to Stiles's jeep and climbed in the passenger seat since he hadn't picked up Scott yet.

They were both sitting in an uncomfortable silence for almost too long.

"So you found out, too?" Natalie finally broke the silence.

Stiles nodded. "Yep."

"We're terrible people, aren't we?"

"Also yep."

"God." Natalie accidentally let a tear slip and she quickly wiped it away so Stiles couldn't see it.

But it was too late.

"Hey."

Stiles took both of Natalie's hands and made her look at him. Her eyes were red and glistening but not in the way Stiles loved. The way he was looking at her made her bite her lower lip to stop it from trembling. He wiped another tear away with his thumb.

"We're gonna make sure they get their jobs back," Stiles told her, "I promise."

"This whole thing just sucks," Natalie sighed shakily.

"I know. But we'll fix it."

Neither of them knew how, but Natalie just nodded and let Stiles kiss her. Then he drove off so they could pick up Scott.

The tension during the drive to Scott and then to the warehouse was so thick the sharpest knife couldn't even cut it. After they parked the car, the trio hopped out. Scott took in how Natalie kept staring at the ground and Stiles looking sullen as he opened the trunk.

"You okay?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, why?" Stiles answered.

"You guys just didn't say anything the whole way here."

"We're fine," Natalie said. She went to help Stiles grab the bags out of the trunk.

"Just help me grab the other bag," Stiles told Scott.

"I can't," Scott said, "Remember Deaton said you guys have to do it alone."

"Okay, this plan is really starting to suck," his best friend complained.

Scott then heard a voice inside the building. Allison's, to be exact. He could hear her talking with Matt.

"No. Not here, not know."

The couple watched their best friend storm off. "Wait, Scotty!" Natalie called, "What are we supposed to-" But he was already out of sight.

Her boyfriend frowned. "Plan officially sucks." He threw down one of the bags.

"Let's try to be positive about this," Natalie said as she grabbed a bag.

"How? We have no idea what we're doing!" Stiles exclaimed, flailing his arms.

"Come on, it's just spreading mountain ash around a building. How hard could it be?"

Natalie turned the plastic bag she was holding upside down and tore of a corner. Black smoke shot out in her face, including her mouth. She coughed and sputtered as she tried to wipe the excess ash off her face and tongue.

"Yeah, I'm gonna assume that it's never that easy," Stiles said.

"Awesome." Natalie let out one last cough.

Stiles took the bag from her and they began their mission. It was a large building so they had a feeling this could take awhile. Natalie held onto the unopened bag as she tiptoed next to Stiles as he began pouring out the mountain ash.

Okay, clearly everyone had underestimated how big the building actually was. They weren't even halfway around and they were already on their second bag of mountain ash. It wasn't long before they started hearing gunshots and werewolves roaring.

"Oh, shit!" Natalie shrieked, "Why the fuck are there guns?!"

"I don't know, but don't stop," Stiles told her, "God, we've been at this forever!"

They kept going until Stiles's jeep came into their view. They were so close! Just a little bit farther and they would have completed their mission!

Stiles's bag then became empty as the last of the mountain ash spilled out. He tossed the bag to the side and held out his hand.

"Okay, give me the next bag," he said to Natalie.

"That's it."

"Wha-" Stiles shook his head. "No, that's impossible! We had three bags!"

"No, we only had two!" Natalie exclaimed. She kicked the empty bag. "We're all fucking out!"

"Oh, no," Stiles panicked. He pulled his phone out and dialed the third of the trio. "Scott, pick up. Pick up now. Look, Natalie and I got, like, 50 feet of ash left, and we're out. Okay? So you got to get your wolf ass down here to help us because we don't know what to do. And we're just standing out here and we're- And we're all alone, and we're hearing gunfire and werewolves, and we're - and we're standing here like a couple of frickin' idiots with a handful of magic fairy dust. And we don't have enough. Okay?"

"Okay, enough freaking out," Natalie tried to calm her boyfriend down after he hung up the phone, "We can figure this out."

"With what?" Stiles held out his hand showed her the leftover ash in his hand, "This isn't even enough to circle around the jeep. How the hell can we make this work?"

"Remember what Deaton told us?" Natalie gripped onto his shoulders. "It will only work if we believe it will."

"Come on, Nat, do you really expect me to- ow!" Rubbing his sore cheek, Stiles gawked at his girlfriend. "You really just slapped me!"

This time, Natalie placed her hands on his cheeks gently, but he still flinched at the contact. Her eyes were staring into his, and those big brown orbs were filled with determination.

"You have to trust me," the redhead told him softly, "I know it seems ridiculous but that's all we got right now. Picture it working in your head. You just-"

On the back of one of the cars that was parked near them was a bumper sticker. It was a quote by Albert Einstein. In fact, it was the same one that Natalie remembered Mr. Harris using during one of his lectures.

'Imagination is more important than knowledge.'

Natalie turned to Stiles again. "Use your imagination. Okay? Imagine it working. You can do this, Stiles." She locked their fingers together. "We can do this."

Looking down at their hands joined together then back up at his girlfriend, who really seemed to have all of the faith in him, Stiles gained a little more confidence. And with her right next to him, rest was more than enough motivation for him. Stiles exhaled and closed his eyes as he gave himself one last mental pep talk.

Then he opened his eyes back up.

They walked slowly together as Stiles slowly sprinkled the rest of the mountain ash on the ground. It only took a few seconds for him to use up all of what they had left. He let out a sigh of annoyance.

"Well, now you look like an asshole," Stiles told Natalie.

She was about to roll her eyes until she looked down at her feet. "Stiles, look."

When he did, he couldn't believe his eyes. The last of the mountain ash connected to where they first started.

It worked. It actually fucking worked!

The couple let out a laugh. "Yes!"

Natalie squealed as she jumped up and down in excitement. Stiles tried to slide on the hood of a car, immediately setting off the alarm. He quickly hopped off. But then Natalie jumped on Stiles, wrapping herself around him and he spun them around. When he set her down, they beamed brightly at each other.

"See, I knew you could do it," Natalie told him.

"No," Stiles said as he cupped her face. "We did it." Then he kissed her deeply.

Their moment of victory was short-lived when they spotted Delilah, Isaac, and Erica carrying Jackson, who looked to be unconscious, into a different building. Hand in hand, Stiles and Natalie ran to them. They opened the door and jumped back when Erica tried swinging her claws at them.

"Uh, no, no, no!" he exclaimed, "Just us, it's just us."

"Yeah, chill the fuck out," Natalie said as she shut the door. She and Stiles looked over at Jackson.

"He okay?" he asked.

"Well, let's find out." Isaac said as he stepped to the unconscious boy. He extended his claws.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Natalie warned.

"Watch me." Isaac he went to scratch Jackson but the boy caught his hand and squeezed it hard. The beta groaned when his bones broke. "God-"

"Isaac!" Delilah grabbed her boyfriend's bicep and pulled him out of Jackson's grasp. "You okay?"

"Peachy," Isaac winced.

The redhead snorted. "Told you."

Isaac just flipped her off with the hand that wasn't broken. Delilah took his hand and looked at it with her purple eyes, which what the fuck? When did that become at thing?

"Okay, no one does anything like that again, okay?" Stiles announced.

"Oh, I thought the ketamine was supposed to put him out," Isaac groaned as Delilah began to heal his hand.

"Yeah, we'll apparently this is all we're gonna get. So let's just hope that whoever's controlling him decided to show up tonight."

Natalie then saw Jackson open his eyes and stare at the group. She swallowed down a nervous gulp. "Uh, guys?"

"I'm here," Jackson growled out, almost echoing throughout the room, "I'm right here with you."

Stiles and Natalie cautiously walked up to him.

"Jackson, is that you?" Stiles asked.

"Us," Jackson answered deeply, "We're all here."

The odd couple exchanged glances. "Are you the one killing people?"

"We are the ones killing murderers."

"So all the people you've killed so far-"

"Deserved it."

"See, we've got a little rule book that says you only go after murderers," Natalie said.

"Anything can break if enough pressure is applied," Jackson growled.

"So all of the people you killed are in fact murderers?"

"All. Each. Every one."

"Well, who did they murder?" Stiles asked.

"Me."

Whoa. That was not something they were expecting.

"What does that mean when you say 'me'?" Natalie asked.

"They murdered me."

The betas took a step back. All of them watched in horror as Jackson's eyes turned yellow and slitted. His face started to shake like he was the one having a seizure.

"They murdered me."

Jackson then began to shift even more. Scales formed along his arm down to his razor sharp claws. "Okay, alright. More ketamine," Stiles demanded hurriedly, "The man needs more ketamine. Come on."

"Baby?" Isaac turned to his girlfriend since she was the one in charge of giving Jackson the ketamine.

"Yeah, about that…"

Everyone snapped their heads at Delilah, staring wide-eyed at the empty bottle. "You used the whole bottle?" Stiles said in annoyance, grabbing the bottle from her.

"Hey, back off her," Isaac said as he shoved him.

"Okay, you know what- Natalie, hold me back because I'm about to kick this guy's ass right now."

"Bring it, Stilinski."

"Isaac-"

"Can everyone just shut the fuck up for two seconds!" Natalie yelled turned her back away from Jackson as she rubbed her temples. The headache was getting so bad she thought her brain was going to explode. "God. Okay, what we need to do is figure out what we're supposed to do with him-" Erica patted Natalie's shoulder. "What?"

While Natalie had been busy scolding at everyone, Jackson had stood up from his chair. Everyone backed up against the wall as he roared at them. Then his head started to whip around like a lasso.

"Um… okay, out, everyone out," Stiles ordered.

"Go, go, go, go," Isaac said as he grabbed Delilah.

All five of them rushed outside and slammed the door shut behind them. Isaac held Delilah tightly as Stiles spread his arms out in front of Natalie and Erica.

"Okay, find something to move in front of the door," Stiles said.

Bursting through the wall next to them was the kanima. They watched as he took off into the night.

Natalie was fuming. "Yeah, we probably should've SEEN THAT COMING!"

The betas took off to look for Jackson in the warehouse in one direction while Stiles and Natalie naturally paired up with each other. They searched throughout the rave but since it was about to end, they didn't have enough time. Everyone started to exit the building so the couple had no choice but to leave as well. They were completely screwed.

Derek ran up to the two, which was the cherry on top of this shitty sundae.

"Hey," Stiles greeted, "um, so we kinda lost Jackson inside-" Derek looked at the two in disbelief, "but it's-"

He stopped when Delilah, Isaac, and Erica ran out of the building. They weren't able to walk very far though due to the mountain ash. The three of them looked at each other, unsure of what it was.

However Stiles and Natalie laughed in amazement.

"Oh my god," Stiles exclaimed happily, "It's working. Oh, this is-" he pumped his fists up, "I did something."

"That's what I'm talking about, baby!" Natalie laughed. She and Stiles smacked their hands together three times before bumping chests, which they immediately regretted afterwards. Natalie groaned as she rubbed her chest. "Bad idea."

Derek rolled his eyes. Suddenly, a howl broke out from the distance. "Scott?"

"What?" Natalie asked, the teenagers all getting concerned.

But then they heard something else. Scott's howl was followed by a softer one.

"Anabelle. Break it."

"Why?" Natalie cried out, "Do you know how long it took us to make this? Hell no!"

"Anabelle and Scott are dying!"

"Okay, what?" Stiles asked, "How do you know that?"

"Oh my god, you guys, I just know!" Derek yelled at them, panicking to get to his childhood best friend, "Break it!"

Stiles threw his arms up, but he bent down and broke a line in the mountain ash trail anyway. Derek pushed past the two and ran to go find Anabelle and Scott.

"Well, that was a waste of time," Natalie said, pouting at all of their hard work ruined.

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