HollandChristian15: Thanks, we try! -R
nightwingbaby1: Yes, they'll both find out eventually. AND YES! The best line was "You didn't think you were doing this without me did ya?" "Without us." -R (I love it, but I'm pissed that Kira isn't in it! She's probably not even returning TT^TT -Mod A)
Potterheart234: Yup, explained in this chapter -R
Starr Hale: Yeah. But I'm torn between Raisaac and Raerek -R (Hehe, I'm not! -Mod A)
RAEGAN MCCALL
Stiles' 'idea' involved stealing a prison transport vehicle and keeping Jackson locked up in the woods until he came to his senses.
The sun had gone up and we were talking by a tree when we heard Jackson yell, "Stiles! McCall! I'm going to kill you!"
"Well, looks like Sleeping Beauty has arisen," I mumbled.
"I still think this is a terrible plan! My gut is telling me something bad is gonna happen. Why didn't you guys think this through?!" Sammy shouted.
"Okay, Sammy. Do you have any other ideas? Because I'm getting really tired of your bitching," I snapped. "You think we're just doing this for fun? Fuck, no! We're doing this so more people won't die, do you understand that?!"
"You don't think I want to save people?!" she yelled back. "There are other ways to do things! This is not the right way and I'm getting a bad feeling about this plan! Why don't you get it?!"
"I'm still not hearing any ideas," I sung.
"It's too late to come up with another plan now, isn't it?!" she yelled. "You have to think about all the possibilities and the outcomes before you kidnap him! It's common sense!"
"Well, at least we're actually trying to do something here. You're still just bitching!"
She didn't say anything.
"That's what I thought," I crossed my arms.
"Alrighty, then," Scott smiled, trying to relieve the tension. "We should get to school. Stiles, Rae, you two watch Jackson."
"Fine by me!" Sammy stormed off toward the Jeep, angrily wiping at her eyes.
"Rae…" Scott sighed.
"I didn't mean to snap at her!" I said, instantly feeling bad.
"I mean, I agree with you, but you could've been a tad bit nicer about the whole ordeal," Scott shook his head before running after her.
I sighed.
"Don't worry, Rae," Stiles said. "She's stubborn and just tired and stressed out about the entire situation. She's just looking out for you, for us, because she doesn't want us to get in trouble. She'll get over it soon enough. I'll just go and drop them off, you wait here and watch Jackson."
I nodded and then they got into the Jeep and took off.
SAMANTHA STILINSKI
Scott comforted me in the car by telling me funny jokes and distracting me with memories from when we were kids. But he eventually fell asleep since we all had pulled an all-nighter last night from protecting Lydia from Derek's pack, then finding out Jackson was the kanima and chasing him to that nightclub and kidnapping him.
As Stiles drove, I thought about what had happened. I know that I went about the whole situation with Rae wrong, but I just couldn't help but get a terrible feeling in my gut. Knowing Jackson, he was going to tell his rich parents. And his dad was the best lawyer in town and I knew how powerful he was. I was so worried about what they was going to do to my friends, that I took my frustrations out on Rae.
I shut my eyes closed as I was reliving terrible memories from last year. I dug my nails into my palms to make the memories go away; I wanted to forget them for a reason.
|| Teen Wolf ||
Once we arrived to class, there were security cameras placed in every corner of the room. I pressed my books closer to my chest, feeling uncomfortable.
"What's going on?" I asked Scott.
"I don't know," Scott said, looking suspicious.
I took my usual seat behind Allison and Scott took a seat next to me, diagonal to Allison, since the seat next to her was taken. She turned around to give us a panicked look.
"What's going on, Allie?" I frowned.
She was about to say something when we heard the loud click-clack of heels walking into the classroom.
"I'm afraid your teacher was feeling ill today and had to leave early. So, unfortunately, you're stuck with me as a substitute," Victoria, Allison's mom, said, leaning against the teacher's desk, smiling.
My eyes widened when I saw her. I met her a couple of times when Allison and I were hanging out at her house. I thought she was the scariest woman on this planet and I would rather face the kanima than her.
Scott and I gave each other panicked looks.
"Can anyone catch me up to speed on where we are? Ms. Stilinski how 'bout you?" she asked me.
"Uh…" I mumbled. "Of course," I said, flipping to the page we were on.
RAEGAN MCCALL
Stiles and I climbed into the transport vehicle while Jackson sent us murderous glares.
"Okay, I bought you some foo-"
"Let me out now!" Jackson screamed, interrupting Stiles.
"You know, I put those pants on you, all right, buddy?" Stiles retorted. "One leg at a time. Being all up-close and personal with your junk wasn't exactly a highlight of my day. So don't think this is fun for me either."
"You know we're actually trying to do you a favor here, Jackshit," I told him.
Stiles snorted and gave me a high-five, "Jackshit, good one."
"This is doing me a favor?" Jackson seethed.
"Yes. You're killing people!" I exclaimed
"To death," Stiles emphasized. "Yeah. And until we can figure out how to stop you, you're gonna stay in here. I'm sorry. Now, you want the ham and cheese, or the turkey club?" Stiles held up the two options but Jackson just glared at him.
"You actually think my parents won't be looking for me?"
Stiles tossed him the ham and cheese. "Uh, well-not if they don't think anything's wrong," he pulled Jackson's phone out of his pocket, showing him the texts Stiles had sent Jackson's parents, pretending to be him, saying that he had stayed at a friend's house and that everything was fine. "Yeah."
|| Teen Wolf ||
"Scales? Like a fish?" Jackson asked.
It had been three hours now and Jackson finally decided he wanted to talk to us. That didn't mean I wanted to talk to him, though. I was on my phone, reading a book, while Stiles answered all his questions, a bored look on his face.
"No, more like a reptile," Stiles answered him. "Um, and, uh, your claws have this liquid that paralyzes people, and you have a tail."
"I have a tail?" he repeated.
"Yeah, you have a tail," Stiles nodded.
"Mm. Does it do anything?"
"No, not that I know of."
"Can I use it to strangle you?" Jackson lunged for Stiles, but the restraints held him back.
"Yeah, you still don't believe me," Stiles sat up. "All right. The night of the semi-final game, what did you do right after?"
"I went home."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yes, you idiot. What the hell else would I do?" Jackson rolled his eyes.
"You attacked me and Derek at the school, and you trapped us in the pool. You also killed a mechanic - right in front of me, by the way. That was lovely. And one of Argent's hunters."
"You also tried to kill Danny last night," I added, my eyes still glued to my phone.
"Why would I want to kill my best friend?" Jackson turned to me.
"Well, that's what Scott's out trying to figure out right now," Stiles answered.
"Mm. Well, maybe, what he should be trying to figure out is how he's going to pay for a lawyer when I prosecute your asses all the way to jail!" Jackson yelled and I looked up from my phone.
"All right, well, tell me this. On the night of the first full moon, what happened?" Stiles quizzed.
"Nothing. Nothing happened," Jackson leaned back, looking disappointed.
SAMANTHA STILINSKI
When the bell rang, I had bolted straight out of my seat and practically ran out the classroom. That was probably the most awkward class I had ever had. During the entire hour, Victoria had kept glaring at Scott while he tried to avoid eye contact.
After school, Allison had told me everything about what happened with her grandfather and how Jackson's parents knew he was missing.
Now, we were treading through the woods to where we had hid Jackson, to warn Stiles and Rae, while Scott went with Adeline to the hospital to see if Danny can tell him anything.
"Are you sure Gerard is your grandfather?" I asked. "Because to me, he seems like one of those old, creepy guys you see on those Lifetime movies."
Allison laughed, "I'm pretty sure he's my grandfather, Sammy. He's always been like this."
"So he's always checked your pulse to see if you're lying?" I questioned. "Not your typical grandfather and granddaughter bonding time."
"Tell me about it," she rolled her eyes. "What do you do with your grandfather?"
"I don't know..." I told her. "He's in a nursing home. Stiles and I have only seen him once when we were little. I'm just going off of what I read in books."
First I spotted the van, then I spotted Stiles and Rae a few feet away from the Jeep, deep in conversation and I ran up to them.
"They know!" I exclaimed, startling Stiles and Rae.
"What the actual fuck, Sammy?!" Rae put her hand on her heart. "Don't do that!"
I rolled my eyes at her.
"What do you mean 'they know'?" Stiles questioned.
"They know Jackson is missing!" Allison cried out, coming to stand beside me.
"That can't be possible!" Rae said. "We've been texting from his phone all day."
Stiles showed us Jackson's phone and I read the texts.
"Here's a tip," I said. "Don't ever write 'Love you' while you're pretending to be Jackson."
"Who the hell doesn't say 'I love you' to their parents?" Rae asked, rhetorically.
"They can't know just from that!" Stiles yelled.
"My grandfather told me his parents went to the police. They know," Allison said.
Stiles spazzed out before dropping the phone into Allison's hand and running to the van. We ran after him as he pulled out the police radio.
"All available units proceed to Beacon Hills Preserve as instructed. Proceed with caution until Sheriff Stilinski's arrival. Proceed with caution," we heard dispatch order.
Stiles climbed into the driver's seat.
"One of us has to sit with Jackson," Rae said.
"NOT IT!" I yelled, putting my finger to my nose.
Allison put her finger to her nose seconds after.
Rae groaned and went to the back of the van. When I heard the door shut, I climbed in next to Stiles and Allison sat in the passenger seat.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Somewhere very far from this," Stiles said. He pulled out Jackson's phone, dialed his mom's number, threw the phone out the window, and drove off.
ADELINE LAHEY
I stared at the door impatiently. The bell had already rung, but I wasn't allowed to leave the class without Scott, Sammy, Rae, or someone else I know. The school's scared that I would get trampled by the other students. I'm not that small! I'm 4'10, which is only six inches shorter than the average height for a fourteen-year-old girl… yeah, okay. Maybe I am short… A knock on the door drew me from my thoughts. I looked up to see Scott smiling at me through the window of the door.
"Scott!" I cheered, getting up as he opened the door.
"Hey, Addie," Scott chuckled as I quickly ran over to him, "Let's get going."
"Where're we going?" I asked.
"You remember Danny, right?"
I gasped, "We're gonna visit Danny?! Yay!"
|| Teen Wolf ||
"Hey, Danny."
"Oh, hey, Scott," I heard Danny say, "You come here alone?" I was patiently waiting outside the hospital door because I didn't know if I was allowed in.
"No, Addie's here… wait, Addie? Where are you?" Taking that as my cue, I shyly poked my head into the doorway.
"Hi, Danny…"
Danny grinned at me, "Hey, Addie! Why are you so nervous? Come and give me a hug."
I shyly glanced down, "You're not wearing a shirt."
"Oops. Sorry 'bout that," Danny apologized, looking around his hospital bed for a shirt.
"Are you okay, Danny?" I asked.
"Yep."
"And what about between you and Jackson?" Scott added.
"Yeah, everything's fine," Danny said, slipping his shirt on. "Did the cops have to take my fake ID?"
Scott ignored his question and continued to ask his own questions, "You didn't do anything to make him angry?"
Danny raised an eyebrow, "How angry?"
"On a scale of one to ten - one being 'kind of irritated', and ten 'wanting to kill you violently'."
I couldn't help but make a face and shudder at what ten was.
Danny simply shrugged, "Jackson's kind of always at a four, but we're good. I was actually doing him a favor."
"What favor?" Scott asked.
"I was recovering a video for him. I put it on my tablet," Danny made a face when he realized something, "Which is in the trunk of my car, and probably still at the club!"
"What was on the video?"
"I'm not really supposed to say," Danny frowned.
"Danny, what if I told you this could be a matter of life and death?"
Danny wasn't breaking. "I'm not supposed to say."
"Okay. What if I told you you can get your fake ID back?"
He hesitated.
|| Teen Wolf ||
When Scott had gotten the information he wanted, he was pulling me out of the room when we walked straight into Ms. McCall.
"While I think you being here to check in on your friend is all sorts of commendable, I've gotta play tough mom right now, even though I'm not very good at it."
"Right now?" Scott asked.
"Yes, right now? I got a call from your principal. You are failing two classes?"
"I-I know. And that's why I'm studying with Stiles right now."
"Do you know that if you fail even one of your midterms, that they're gonna hold you back?"
"He said that?"
"Yes. All of your friends are gonna be juniors, while you are still a sophomore. Do you understand, Scott? You cannot fail."
"I know."
"Okay. Thank you."
Scott pulled me away from the hospital.
|| Teen Wolf ||
Danny had told Scott where his car was, and Scott and I rode on his bike to go find the tablet.
When we got there, Scott opened the trunk to find… nothing.
Absolutely nada.
He searched everywhere - even under the carpets - and still nothing.
Scott groaned and we got back on his bike.
|| Teen Wolf ||
We biked all the way to where everyone else was, deep in the woods.
"If Jackson doesn't remember being the kanima, he's definitely not gonna remember stealing Danny's tablet," Scott told the others.
"Why would he steal the thing if he doesn't even know what's on it?" Stiles questioned.
"What if someone else took it?" Rae suggested, sitting down on a stump.
"Then somebody else knows what he is," Stiles replied.
"Which could mean someone's protecting him," Scott figured.
"Like the bestiary says, "the kanima seeks a friend," right?" Allison added.
"Okay, hold on," Stiles froze. "So, somebody watches Jackson make a video of himself turning into the kanima, and then just erases part of it so he wouldn't know? I mean, who would do that?"
"Somebody who wanted to protect him?"
"There's something else. You said the only thing you found online about the kanima is that it goes after murderers. What if that's actually true?" Sammy asked.
"No, it can't be," Stiles said. "Tried to kill all of us, remember? I don't know about you guys, but I haven't murdered anybody lately."
"But I-I don't think that it was actually trying to kill us," Sammy said. "Remember when we were at Isaac's the first time, it just went right by us, didn't it?"
"You're right, it just ran off," Allison agreed.
"And it didn't kill you in the mechanic's garage," Sammy told Stiles.
"Well, yeah, but it tried to kill me and Derek in the pool."
"Did it?"
"It would've. It was waiting for us to come out."
"What if it was trying to keep you in?"
"That makes sense," Rae stood up. "I was laying there, right by the pool and it was like it didn't even see me. Didn't care that I was there."
"Why do I feel so violated all of a sudden?" Stiles asked.
"Because there's something else going on," Scott answered. "We don't know what it is. We don't know anything about what's going on with Jackson, or why someone's protecting him."
"'Know thy enemy'," Allison said, staring off into space. When she noticed everyone staring at her, she explained, "Just something my grandfather said."
"All right, I got it," Stiles announced. "Kill Jackson. Problem solved."
"He risked his life for us," Scott defended. "Against Peter, you remember that?"
"Yes, but what did we just find out? He got the bite from Derek. It's funny how he just got exactly what he wanted by supposedly risking his life for us, it's funny."
"Yeah, it doesn't mean he's not still worth saving."
"It's always something with him, though."
"He doesn't know what he's doing."
"So what?"
"So, I didn't either. You remember when I almost killed you and Jackson? I had someone to stop me. He has nobody."
I had no idea what they were talking about, and I didn't really know Jackson that well, but I felt bad for him.
"That's his own fault," Stiles told Scott.
"Doesn't matter. If we can save him, we should try."
RAEGAN MCCALL
Allison and Scott were on Jackson-patrol, so Stiles dropped Sammy, Addie and I at my house. I figured that it was the perfect opportunity to apologize to her for snapping earlier. Sammy read Addie a bedtime story to help her relax. And after she went to sleep, we went back to my room.
"Sam, I am really sorry for being a total bitch earlier today," I told her. "I didn't mean it."
She gave me a small smile, "It's fine. I'm sorry for yelling at you."
"S'okay," I smiled.
I could tell that she wasn't completely okay yet.
"Why did you get a bad feeling about the plan, anyway?" I asked. "I mean, when you're stubborn about a plan you usually just roll your eyes and give us the silent treatment. You were different today."
I noticed her tense up a little and squeeze her fists.
"Are you okay?" I questioned.
"Yeah…" she trailed off. "I guess I'm okay."
I raised my eyebrows at her. I knew she was keeping something from me.
"Sammy," I said. "You can tell me anything. I won't judge you. We're friends."
She sighed, "Fine. You told me the truth about your past, so I guess it's time for me to tell you the truth."
"Which is…?" I braced myself.
"Rae, I know you probably thought that I had the perfect life and I was the perfect girl-next-door," she told me.
I didn't deny it. I was jealous of her perfect life.
"But I think that's far from what I am," she added.
"What do you mean?"
"You know how I dated Jackson during my freshman year?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, I-uh-I was really happy that I was dating him because I've had a crush on him since the sixth grade. And once I changed myself to become popular, I finally had a chance with him. I think at that time, I was getting more confident because I thought that I had so many friends around me," she said. "One day, Jackson came up to me and asked me out. I was really excited back then because the boy that I liked for three years finally noticed me."
"We were really happy for awhile. Believe it or not, he treated me well. But one day all of that changed when we were at a party. He took me to his room and started making out with me. I knew that he wanted to take it a step further but I wasn't ready yet so I pushed him away. He got really mad at me and started saying some really mean stuff to me. He kept on yelling and screaming at me until I was practically sobbing and pulling my hair out."
"That's emotional abuse, Sammy," I gritted through my teeth. "That motherfucker."
Her eyes started getting watery, "When I saw him the next day, he said that he wouldn't do anything like that again to me. Being the idiot that I am, I believed him. Little did I know, he did the same exact thing to me again. This went on for awhile. Once, I threatened to tell everyone that he was treating me like this and he said that if I ever told anyone, he would get his dad, who is a lawyer, to flip the tables and make it look like he was the victim. From then on I realized that I couldn't tell anyone or do anything about it."
"Y-You don't have to finish the story," I put my hand on her shoulder as she started weeping.
"No," she let out a shaky breath. "I have to."
I rubbed her shoulder for comfort, "Then what happened?"
"By then I felt like there was this darkness inside of me. I would get blackouts and do stuff that I wouldn't remember. Dad found out and he got me medication for it, which I'm taking to this day. But I didn't tell him about Jackson because I was scared about what his family would do to mine. And after that, I kept dating him because I was determined to change him because I didn't want any girl to experience what I went through. He broke up with me, and I thought that he had changed because he was nicer. After a few months, I found out Lydia and Jackson liked each other and I pushed them to get together, making sure he had changed. For awhile he was, but he's changed back to his real self now. So I guess I was wrong."
"Sam, I'm really sorry."
"It's fine," she said. "But ever since then I just hated myself for letting that happen to me. I let him treat me like trash and let him shame me into silence. I tried to forget about the abuse and pretend it didn't happen. However, there's some times when I'm reminded of it and there are times where I just hate myself so much that I…."
She showed me her hands. There were crescents of dried up blood in her palms.
I sighed, "Sam."
"I'm sorry. I-I don't mean to…"
I hugged her and and brought her to the bathroom. I gently washed away the blood and bandaged them up.
"Oh my god! Everything makes sense now!" I realized all the signs of the abuse. "That's why you act perfect. It's a way for you to cope with everything and you don't want anybody to find out about the abuse. And that's why you always said becoming popular made you even more miserable. You carry things like party lists around because you want to be in control of what you do because you weren't in control of your actions before. And now I get why you try to avoid Jackson as much as you can. That's why you were so uncomfortable with the plan, because you were afraid that his dad might do something to us. And that's why you're so protective over Adeline."
"Speaking of Adeline… I need to get something off my chest," she wiped her tears away. "I found out about her abuse the day I met her. I wanted to tell you guys about it but I couldn't because I couldn't tell my story, so how could I tell hers? Please don't be mad."
"Sam, I can't get mad at you. None of this is your fault."
I hugged her again.
"Rae?"
"Yeah?"
"You're not going to do anything to Jackson, are you?"
I pulled away, "You're damn right, I am!"
She let out a small laugh, "I wish I could be as brave as you."
"Hey," I said. "If anything, you're braver than me. You wear your heart on your sleeve despite everything that has happened to you. That, my friend, takes some guts."
She smiled, "Thanks."