The air was thick with tension at school. Matt had been found dead outside the sheriff's station after holding four people hostage and killing some of the on duty cops. I'd called Scott and Stiles and although both were shaken up, they were okay and managed to explain to me everything that had happened, including how Scott's mom found out he was a werewolf when he was forced to shift in front of her. The sheriff was still out of the loop, but as it turns out, Matt did have his reasons for turning Jackson into a serial killer.

Apparently, he just wanted to get his own back on the people who nearly caused him to drown to death several years ago. Excuses wise, I thought it was pretty lame. I mean come on, get over yourself. So a bunch of teenagers had too much to drink and threw you into a pool. Big deal. He lived didn't he? In any case, if he knew he couldn't swim, why go near the pool in the first place? I couldn't say I had much sympathy for the guy, but now there was a rather morbid legend surrounding Beacon Hills swim team, which didn't help that I was a member of.

Anyway, things were very much not okay and Lydia was still not talking to me about what she had been doing at the Hale house and how Peter seemed to be alive. I'd given Scott and Stiles a fair warning about that, but when Scott came to me in private when I was studying in the library, I could feel just how worried he was. There was a thick aura of pressure surrounding him, enough to make any normal person buckle underneath it. "I need to ask you something." He said to me quietly, barely moving his lips as he sat down opposite me at the table. "Not here. Not on camera."

Glancing up to the corner of the library, I picked out all the cameras which covered every angle of the room. Sighing deeply, I continued with my study, angling a book so that it covered my mouth as I replied. "There's a blind spot in the chemistry hallway. Meet me in Mr Harris' room in thirty minutes." Gathering my stuff I left the library, going to my locker and picking up some lunch before going into Mr Harris's room, knowing that it would be empty. Well, except for a couple making out. Seriously? People really need to find better hiding places for intimate relations. Such amateurs. "Get out."

Not wanting to mess with me and the tone I'd used, both of them scarpered quickly. Scott arrived exactly on time, sliding in through the rear door before closing it. Cocking a finger to him, I led him into the supplies closet then closed it, making sure that we were completely alone before asking him what he wanted. "I need your help."

"Again?"

"I know you said you don't want to be involved, but you're one of the few people I can trust and this has become something way bigger now. I can't handle it alone." He quickly explained to me, the two of us having a very small amount of room to move in so we were pretty much right on top of each other.

"What about Allison?"

"She's still dealing with her mom's death, I can't ask her to get involved again, especially against her grandfather." Interest captured, I inclined my head for Scott to continue. "He threatened my mom, Cordy. My mom. At first he just wanted information about Jackson and the kanima which I gave him, but now he's become Jackson's master and he'll use him to kill my mom unless I give him exactly what he wants, and he wants me to give him Derek and his pack. Isaac, Erica and Boyd." Listening to his voice break in several places, I actually felt pity for the guy having to shoulder all this. "I know he has some kind of plan for the championship game tomorrow, but beyond that I don't know. He's probably going to get Jackson to hurt someone, but there's going to be so many people, I can't protect them all. I'm begging you Cordy, please help me."

"Alright." Scott made to continue pleading with me, but when my acceptance reached his head and processed, he stopped and looked at me in surprise.

"Wait, did you just agree?"

"Yes. I'll help you Scott. No begging or bribery required." Reaching up I placed my hand against his neck, trying to offer him comfort and support. "They don't know about me do they?" He shook his head. "So you want someone there as a backup, a trump card. If all else fails, I can just scream like I did at the pool and it'll stop Jackson in his tracks. Only thing is, it's going to hurt you too, can you handle that?"

"Anything. Just so long as you can stop Jackson from killing anyone, I'll deal with the rest." I wasn't entirely confident with this very vague plan, but it was all we had to go on. "Why are you agreeing to help this time? Why the sudden change of heart?" Shrugging my shoulders I tilted my head to look at him directly, standing so close that I could see every pore on his skin.

"Because Gerard is someone who will not stop. Not until the entire world is burning down around him. Unless we deal with him, then everyone is at risk, including innocent people. I don't much care about the others, but I have friends who are going to be at that game, and friendship I take very seriously. I'll help you Scott. I'm on your side." Releasing a breath he seemed to have been holding for a very long time, Scott actually hugged me. His strong grip was a huge sense of security and felt rather nice. He smelled good too, which was an added bonus.

"I knew you were warming up to us." Oh shut it McCall, I can hear that smug grin even without looking at your face.

"Actually you and Stiles are like a fungus. Difficult to kill and even harder to get rid of." I answered promptly though secretly, I too was smiling as I slid my arms around his waist. For all their idiocy, they were admittedly rather endearing once you got over the irritating factors. I guess maybe it wouldn't be so bad to one day call them friends. Not yet though, there's still a long way to go before that.

Just as I was about to suggest we got out of there, the door was pulled open and Mr Harris looked inside to find two students wrapped up in each other's arms. "What the…McCall, Powell, get out of there right now."

"Sorry sir." Scott apologised, meekly sliding outside whilst I lifted my head proudly. Furrowing my brow in concentration, I focused on Harris with everything I had, trying to properly harness my hypnotic abilities.

"Forget you saw us…you saw nothing…" My voice lulled Harris into a sense of relaxation, eyes growing distant before suddenly he snapped awake, blinking before looking at the two of us.

"What are you two doing here? I'm busy right now and lunch is almost over. Get to your next class." And with that, he let us go without a lecture on decent behaviour or a detention which he was so fond of dishing out to any and every unsuspecting student. Scott was more than impressed, waiting until we were outside the classroom before whispering to me animatedly.

"How did you do that?"

"You know how in mythology sirens would sing to sailors and coax them towards reefs and cliffs?" I asked and he gave a vague hand motion to say he sort of knew what I was talking about. "Well, same principle, different execution. I've been practicing." Grinning brightly, I inclined my head in the direction of our next class. "Come on, you're failing class just as much as I am. Let's go suffer and wallow in misery together." And just like that, Scott McCall and I became a team.