Starr Hale: On the rapist thing, that'd be interesting. And on Sammy and Isaac, we'll see… -R

Guest 1: I agree -R

Guest 2&3: Maybe one day -R

ADELINE LAHEY

"I need you to promise that you won't say anything about what just happened," Allison told Lydia after we parked in Lydia's driveway.

"I'll promise not to say anything about what just happened, if you can tell me what the hell just happened!"

"It's - it's kind of complicated," Allison told her.

"Well, how 'bout you start with why was Derek there? Or where Jackson went, or what is wrong with Erica?" At Allison's silence, she said, "Oh, do you need a minute to come up with a plausible lie?"

Allison sighed, "Part of the reason why I'm asking is because Scott and I aren't supposed to be seeing each other, okay? So, it's better if you just keep what you know to yourself."

"Fine. I'll keep what I know about you and your boyfriend - which is nothing - to myself," she opened the car door to get out, but Allison stopped her by grabbing her shoulder.

"Hey. He's not just my boyfriend. You get that, right?"

"Let me go," Lydia said, looking down at where Allison's hand was still on her shoulder.

"Just for one second, please, try and remember-"

"Remember what?!" Lydia snapped.

"Remember what it feels like. All of those times in school when you see him standing down the hall, and you cannot breathe until you're with him. Or those times in class when you - you can't stop looking at the clock because you know that he's standing right out there waiting for you," Allison said, dreamily. "Don't you remember what that's like?"

"No."

"What do you mean, "no"? You've had boyfriends."

"None like that."

"That's sad," I blurted out from the back seat.

Lydia turned to look at me as if she had forgotten that I was there and huffed. "I still don't get who the little girl is."

"Rae and Scott are fostering her. I've told you this," Allison explained.

"Whatever," Lydia got out of the car and went into her house.

As Allison backed out of Lydia's driveway, I asked, "Do you really feel all that stuff about Scott?"

I saw her cheeks turn a bit red and she smiled at me through the rearview mirror, "Yeah."

"I hope I find someone that makes me feel like that one day."

"I hope you do, too," she smiled.

RAEGAN MCCALL

After the kanima (AKA Jackson) had taken off from our roof, Allison went to go drop Lydia off with Addie, and we went after Jackson. Scott, Stiles, Sammy and I went in Stiles' Jeep and Derek was on foot. And Boyd had probably taken Erica and Isaac's paralyzed bodies to, what I call, Derek's lair, the abandoned subway station.

Derek was running super fast in front of us and Stiles had to speed to catch up. He jumped over a chain fence and Stiles screeched to a stop. There was a spike strip there, preventing Stiles from just charging through.

"What do we do now?" Stiles turned to ask Scott, but he was already out of the car and jumping over the fence all kung fu style.

I gave an exasperated sigh from the backseat. "Well, I feel useless."

"Tell me about it," Stiles put his fingers to his temple.

"Okay, he didn't have to be all dramatic and leave the car door open," Sammy leaned over the seat to shut the door. "It's freezing!"

I rested my chin on my hand and sighed once again, a grim look on my face.

There was an awkward waiting-for-the-action-to-happen silence until I spoke, "That was pretty badass what you did back there, Sammy. With Isaac and the crossbow. Didn't know you had it in you."

"Thanks," she blushed. "I only choose to fight if someone I love is in danger."

"Yeah, it did look pretty badass, you know, from where I laid bleeding!" Stiles exclaimed.

"Aw, is wittle Stiles upset that his twin sister's getting more attention than him?" I cooed, in a baby-voice.

We were mocking each other back and forth when we suddenly heard gunshots. A lot of them. Nine, to be specific.

"Scott," I whispered. Not giving a damn, I jumped out of the car and started climbing the fence. I heard car doors shut behind me.

"Get down from there, Rae, you're gonna fall and bust your head!" I heard Sammy exclaim.

I ignored her and kept climbing. When I finally got to the top, I flipped over it, climbed half of the way down, and jumped the rest of the way. I started running to where I had heard the gunshots come from.

I ran for about five minutes when I saw a dark blur running. The kanima. And after him was running Scott. I ran after them, except much slower and finally caught up to Scott when he slowed down and turned around.

"Rae?"

I put my arms around him. "I heard gunshots and came running."

"It's okay," he hugged me back. "Argent shot Jackson and he took off."

I hugged him for a few seconds, inhaling his clove scent. "You know," I said into his shoulder. "I miss the good old days when I was taller than you."

I backed away and he grinned, "Shortie."

"Hey, don't get cocky," I slapped his shoulder. "It's two measly inches."

He smiled and turned around, "I don't know where he went."

We turned the corner to see a line going into a club called 'Jungle'. Scott was about to say something when someone snuck up behind us and we yelped. It was two someones actually. Thing One and Thing Two.

"Wha - sorry, I'm sorry. Did you see where he went?" Stiles asked.

"I lost him," Scott said.

"Can't you catch his scent?" Sammy asked.

"I don't think he has one," Scott frowned.

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

"To kill someone," Scott gave him a look as if it were obvious.

"Ah. That explains the claws, and the fangs, and all that. Good. Makes perfect sense now." At the look Scott gave him, he said, "What? Scott, come on. I'm one-hundred and forty-seven pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense."

"It's true," Sammy nodded.

"Just help me find it."

"Not "it." Jackson," she corrected.

"Yeah, I know. I-I know."

"All right, but does he know that?" I interrupted and Scott shrugged.

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

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

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

"I don't know."

"Maybe it's like an either-or thing. I mean, Derek said that a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom, right? When's the kanima not the kanima?"

"When it's Jackson," Sammy realized.

"Uh-dude. See that?" Stiles pointed up to a window of the club where the kanima's tail was poking out.

"He's inside."

"What's he gonna do in there?"

Looking at the line for the club entrance, Scott said, "I know who he's after."

"What, how?" Stiles asked. "Did you smell something?"

"Armani," Scott said the same time I said, "Danny."

Scott, Stiles, and Sammy walked away and started talking about finding a way to get inside but I stayed in place, examining the people that were in the line to go into the club. "Hey, guys," I called. "I think this is a-"

They all shushed me and I shrugged.

"All right, maybe there's, like, a, uh-like, a window we could climb through, or some kind of-"

Scott ripped the handle off the door and handed it to Stiles.

"-Handle that we could rip off with supernatural strength," Stiles finished. "How'd I not think of that one?"

We all snuck into the pulsing nightclub and Scott paused.

"Dude, everyone in here's a dude," Scott said. "I think we're in a gay club."

"Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh, Scott?" We turned to see Stiles being petted by a bunch of drag queens.

I laughed, "I tried to tell you all outside but everyone shushed me."

Laughing, Sammy pulled Stiles away from the drag queens.

"Dang it!" Sammy whined. "I should've brought my party list!"

"What the hell is a party list?" I asked.

"It's a list of instructions on how to make it look like you're having fun at parties," she said. "I always bring it to parties!"

"Or, you know, you could actually have fun and just go with the flow," I laughed.

Sammy sighed, "Do I seem like a go-with-the-flow type of person to you?"

She did have a point.

"Hey, watch this," Scott grinned and pulled Stiles to the bar.

"What are they doing?" Sammy frowned.

I burst out laughing when I figured it out. "I think they're trying to buy beers."

When they came back empty-handed with disappointed expressions on their face I started laughing harder. "Let me see these," I took their fake IDs and examined them. "Yeah, because you could really pass for thirty, Stiles. These are terrible!" I laughed. "Here, watch and learn from the master."

Since Stiles and Scott were wearing hoodies and sneakers and Sammy was wearing a floral skirt and a sweater, they looked ridiculous in here. I, on the other hand, fit in just fine in my black bootie heels and maroon shift dress.

Walking up to the bar confidently, I pulled out my fake ID and handed it to the bartender. "Gin and tonic."

He looked at it, then up and me and smiled, "Coming right up." He handed me the ID back and went to make the drink. He gave it to me and Scott, Stiles, and Sammy joined me.

"Three cokes?" the bartender asked them.

"Rum and coke?" Stiles asked, hopefully. The bartender gave him a look and Stiles said, "Sure. Coke's fine, actually. I'm driving anyway."

"Do you guys have one of those tiny umbrellas that people but in their drinks?" Sammy asked.

"This is a club, kid," the bartender told her. "Not a five year old's birthday party."

I laughed while Sammy turned bright red out of embarrassment.

"Shut up, Rae," Sammy groaned. "At least I'm not engaging in a drink that may potentially damage my prefrontal cortex."

"My what?" I asked.

When the bartender came back, he gave them the drinks. "That one's paid for," he told Scott.

Scott turned and saw a guy from across the bar raise his beer and smile at him.

Scott turned back and smiled bashfully at Stiles.

"Oh, shut up," Stiles rolled his eyes.

"I didn't say anything," Scott kept smiling, taking a sip from his coke.

"Yeah, well, your face did. Besides, the only reason the guy didn't buy me a drink was probably because he thought Rae was my girlfriend."

"Hey, I'm way too out of your league," I retorted.

Stiles was doing his squinty-glare thing at me when Sammy said, "I found Danny."

We looked to the dancefloor to find him dancing with some guy.

"I found Jackson," Scott pointed.

We looked and saw the kanima watching Danny from the roof.

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

"Get Danny," Scott ordered.

"What're you gonna do?" Rae asked.

Scott responded by showing his claws.

"Works for me," Stiles nodded.

"I'll try to go get him," I told them before heading to the dance floor.

"Danny!" I shouted, trying to make my way through the crowd of people.

"Danny!" I shouted again.

He still didn't hear me. I pushed my way through the dancing men, which earned me a few glares, to get closer to Danny. I could see Jackson was now right behind Danny. I ran to them as fast as I possibly could.

"Jackson, no!" I yelled out as he sliced Danny's neck. In response, Danny tumbled to the ground, paralyzed. Jackson was making his way through the throngs of people towards me, cutting people on his way. Before he could reach me, Derek came and sliced his neck. Now that Jackson was preoccupied, I headed straight towards Danny.

"Danny, are you okay?" I asked, crouching down to get close to his face. The dance floor was mainly empty now. Well, if you didn't count the people that were paralyzed.

"Sammy, what are you doing here?" he groaned.

"Uh… I wanted to make sure you were okay," I mumbled.

"No. Like what are you doing here?"

I shrugged, not able to come up with a plausible excuse as to why I was in a gay nightclub.

"I think I'm paralyzed," he frowned. "I can't move anything from the neck down."

"Are you sure you're okay?" I questioned.

"Did it happened to my ex?" he asked.

I looked over to see his ex-boyfriend paralyzed. I smiled, "I think his condition is a lot worse than yours."

"Then I'm fantastic," he smiled.

Before I could ask any more questions, I saw the EMTs arrive. I couldn't let Dad see that I was here or else Stiles would be in major trouble.

"Uh… I'll talk to you later, Danny!" I said, rushing out of the club.

|| Teen Wolf ||

I ran out of the club just to run into my dad anyway.

"Hey, Dad!" I smiled sweetly.

"Sammy, what the hell are you doing here?" he asked, sternly. "I didn't expect this kind of behavior from you."

"I was uh… - I was clubbing!" I mentally cringed. "I mean you gotta love dancing right? I actually think that my dancing skills are getting much better. So, if I keep on practicing, I'm going to be ready for homecoming next year-"

He interrupted my rambling. "And why, may I ask, are you doing this at a gay club?"

"She was with me, Dad!" Stiles rushed to stand next to me.

"Why were you two at a gay club?" he frowned.

"Dad, I think the reason's obvious," I said, pointing to Stiles. "I think he's ready to have a serious discussion with you. I, as his twin sister, am here to fully support him."

I saw Stiles give me one of his signature glares before talking.

"Uh - well, Dad - There's a conversation that we -" Stiles started but Dad interrupted him.

"You're not gay."

"What - I could be," Stiles tried to defend himself. I had to bite my lip to keep myself from laughing.

"Not dressed like that."

Stiles looked at me for support but I gave him a look signifying that Dad had a point.

"This is the second crime scene that you just happened to have shown up on. And at this point, I've been fed so many lies, I'm not sure I know these are my kids standing in front of me," Dad told us.

Stiles and I looked guiltily at each other. We hated lying to him but we were doing it for his own good.

"So why don't you guys tell me why the two-"

There was a groaning sound and then a thump from the Jeep behind us and we turned to see Scott and Rae innocently smiling and waving at us.

"- I mean four of you are here," Dad finished.

"Fine, we came here to support Danny because he's going through a really tough breakup and we wanted to make sure he didn't do anything that he was going to regret," I lied.

Stiles looked at me in amazement at how convincing the lie sounded.

"Well, that's really good of you guys. You're good friends," Dad said, patting my shoulder before walking off.

I instantly relaxed and we headed back to the Jeep.

I swung the door open and was about to climb into the backseat when I saw Jackson's limp body there.

"What the hell?" I exclaimed. So much for relaxing.

"He was groaning and he needed to shut up before the Sheriff noticed, so I had punch him in the face to knock him out," Rae shrugged.

"Isn't this considered kidnap?" I question.

"Yeah, so?"

"I don't know…" I said, sarcastically. "It's totally not like he's the richest person in town and it's so not like his dad is a lawyer that can land us into some serious trouble! What the hell were you guys thinking?! If we get into trouble, this entire situation will backfire!"

"It's not that serious, Sammy," Rae said. "You're probably thinking way too into it."

"Right," I retorted. "Because the McCall siblings do the right amount of thinking. I don't want you guys complaining to me once you either get sued or arrested."

I was only gone for ten minutes and they did something illegal that would land them into huge trouble. I was going to have to keep an eye on them at all times.

"Did you guys at least think about where I'm going to sit?" I snapped. Jackson was taking up the whole backseat.

"I called dibs on the middle, so you're going to have to squeeze in with him," Rae smiled sweetly.

I dug my nails into my palms to keep myself from yelling at her. I quietly counted to five to remain calm. I was surrounded by idiots.

"I hate you," I groaned but climbed into the back with Jackson, nonetheless.

After we took off, Scott asked, "Where do we take him?"

"Uh, what about your house?" Stiles said.

"Not with my mom there," Scott shook his head. "We need to take him somewhere where we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him. Or long enough to convince him he's dangerous."

"I still say we just kill him."

Scott gave him a stern look, "We're not killing him!"

"God, f - Okay, okay. I got an idea."

"Does it involve breaking the law?" I asked.

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

"I was just trying to be optimistic," I replied.

"Don't bother!" Stiles retorted.

Authors' notes:

I think I can finally enjoy my summer (well other than the SAT prep classes Mod A and I are going to)! I finally got back my AP Exam scores (I got a 4 and I'm really happy about it!), so I can finally relax without panicking every five minutes lol. I hope you guys like the chapter! We're almost halfway done with season 2. I'm surprised we made it this far. Anyways, if it's not too much, don't forget to like/favorite and comment because we LOVE reading them.

- Mod S

Gah! I can't believe we're already halfway done with season 2! I feel super bad because Mod R (and Mod S?) Are writing my parts because of my stupid 8-hour long SAT Prep classes that are every weekday for the rest of the summer! I better get a good score (my goal is 1500, but I think I'll be happy with a 1450 or to be honest, 1400). Luckily, I'm not too useless. I'm the one that publishes the new chapters and edits along with Mod R and Mod S (Yay!...I think). Anywho...hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, and thank you to those of you who actually read these authors' notes.

- Mod A