SAMANTHA STILINSKI

I woke up to Rae shaking me to get up. I must've fallen asleep while I was doing homework. One thing you should know about me is that I love sleeping and I absolutely hate it when someone disturbs that.

I threw a pillow at her.

"Seriously," Rae said. "Sammy, get up!"

"What time is it?" I groaned.

"It's midnight. Something happened with Scott and Stiles. My mom said that we have to get to the police station. She's livid," she said.

"What did they get themselves into this time?" I rolled my eyes.

"Don't know, but we have to go."

"Fine," I sighed. "What about Adeline?"

"She's already awake and downstairs waiting," she said. "Let's go."

I groaned. So much for sleeping.

|| Teen Wolf ||

When I got there, I saw my dad looking disappointed.

Oh god, something bad must've happened.

"Rae," he said. "We were waiting for you."

"What for?" Rae asked, panic etched into her voice.

"Have you met Mr. David Whittemore?" He nodded his head to the man sitting near the window, "Esquire."

"That means lawyer," Jackson smirked from the couch.

|| Teen Wolf ||

"You will not go within fifty feet of Jackson Whittemore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically," my dad read from the clipboard.

I rolled my eyes. It was a bit hypocritical because Jackson was the biggest bully in school and he was acting like he was the victim. I knew this would happen. I looked to Rae, Scott, and Stiles. Rae looked like she was about to beat Jackson up. Scott looked panicked and was twisting his fingers (it was something he's done since he was little) and Stiles was looking around the holding cell. Rae raised her hand.

"Yes, Rae," my dad called, exasperated.

"What about school?" she asked.

"You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a fifty-foot distance," he answered.

"Bu - okay, what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time and there's only two stalls available and they're only right next to each other?" Stiles asked. All the adults in the room glared at him.

Rae pointed to him, "He's got a point."

Scott and I turned to Stiles and gave him a look of disbelief. I punched him in the shoulder.

"I'll hold it," Stiles mumbled, rubbing his shoulder.

Dad dismissed everyone and took Stiles by the arm, dragging him across the room and I went after them.

"Do I need to remind you how lucky we are that they're not pressing charges?" he hissed.

"Oh, come on, it was just a joke," Stiles exclaimed.

"A joke?"

"Yes, I didn't think it would be taken this seriously. Dad, humor's very subjective, okay? I mean, we're talking, like, multiple levels of interpretation here," Stiles defended himself.

I rolled my eyes at him.

"Dad, Jackson isn't completely innocent in this. I mean he should get a restraining order because of the way he acts and treated me-" I said but stopped myself. They didn't know about what happened yet.

"What did he do to you, sweetheart?" Dad asked.

"N-nothing," I stuttered. Dad raised his eyebrows at me. I sighed, knowing that I couldn't lie and get myself out of this situation. "I'll tell you guys later when we go home."

"Okay," he said. "By the way, thank you for being responsible and mature, unlike your brother over here."

"Okay, there is no need to insult me in this situation!" Stiles exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes and Stiles and I walked to Scott and Rae, who were being punished by Melissa.

"It's not just this. Although, a restraining order is a new low that I didn't think that you guys would reach quite this soon. It's everything on top of it. The completely bizarre behavior, the late nights coming home, having to beg Mr. Harris for you guys to make up that chemistry test that you missed," Melissa scolded.

"We missed a chemistry test?" Scott asked in a confused tone.

"Really? I have to ground you guys. Both of you are grounded!"

"What about work?" Scott asked.

"Fine - Other than work. And no TV."

"Our TV's broken. I would know. I haven't seen my babies Stefan or Damon in three weeks!" Rae complained.

I rolled my eyes. How stupid could they be?

"Then no computer."

"We need the computer for school," Rae protested. As if she even did homework at all.

"Then no Stiles and Sammy!" Melissa shouted.

"What!" Stiles and I yelled at the same time.

"What- no Stiles and Sammy?!" Scott repeated.

"Mom, I think you are being a little too harsh-" Rae said but stopped when Melissa glared at her.

"Wait a minute…" Melissa said.

"See she's going to reconsider!" Rae whispered to Scott, who grinned.

"Do I really want to get rid of the only good influence that my kids have?" Melissa asked. She pointed to me, "Sammy come here!"

I grinned. I was allowed to see Scott and Rae! I skipped over to her.

"Yeah?" I asked, still grinning.

"Could you tutor Scott and Rae and get them caught up on their work?"

The grin fell from my face, "W-what?"

"Please? I need you to do this. I don't trust those delinquents to do it by themselves."

"We're still here, Mom!" Rae said, but Melissa ignored her.

"Fine," I sighed. "I guess I'll do it."

"Thank you so much! I wish I had you as my daughter!" Melissa hugged me.

"What am I? Chopped liver?" Rae grumbled, crossing her arms.

"Are you a responsible, kind, straight 'A' student?" Melissa asked.

I stuck my tongue out at Rae, who then glared at me.

Melissa pulled away from me, "And Scott, no more car privileges. Give me your keys!"

Scott quickly gave her his keys and she struggled to get the key off the ring.

"Mom let me-"

"No!" she cut off Scott. He wrapped his arms around hers. "What's wrong? Is it Allison?" she sighed, looking defeated.

"Do you really wanna know?" he asked.

"Yes."

He looked over Melissa's shoulder to Stiles and I. I shook my head. She couldn't know. She was like a mother to me and I wanted to keep her safe. I would be crushed if anything happened to her.

"It's about your father, isn't it?" Melissa asked.

I nodded at Scott and Rae and they looked as if they'd been punched in the gut.

"It is, isn't it? Okay, you know what, um - We'll talk about this at home. I'm gonna go get the car."

She left and Scott and Rae came up to us.

"We're officially the worst kids ever!" Rae said, putting her face in her hands.

"Hey," I comforted them. "You're protecting her."

"If it makes you guys feel any better, I'm not exactly winning any prizes either," Stiles mumbled.

We turned to see Mr. Whittemore yelling at our dad.

RAEGAN MCCALL

"Okay, so what happened exactly?" I asked.

We were standing in front of the school, rehashing on what had gone down last night after Stiles had dropped Sammy, Addie, and I off at home. Apparently we had missed a lot.

"Well, Scott and Allison were supposed to be watching Jackson but they were-"

Scott interrupted Stiles, blushing, "We got distracted and Jackson escaped."

"Really, Scott?" Sammy groaned. "You couldn't control your hormones for a few hours?"

"I'm sorry!" Scott exclaimed. "We didn't mean to."

"So the kanima's free?" Addie asked, a scared look on her face.

"No," Stiles answered. "Well, Scott, Allison and I had decided to go to my dad and tell him everything. When we got there Scott, Rae, and I got a restraining order."

"Well that's going to make everything so much easier," I said, sarcastically. I turned to look at Sammy, "I still don't get why you didn't get a restraining order."

"Well, I guess he never saw me. You knocked him out before he could," Sammy replied. She turned to look at the others, "So Jackson doesn't know he's the kanima?"

"Nope," Stiles answered. "And if Jackson doesn't know what he's doing, then he probably doesn't know that someone's controlling him."

"Or he doesn't remember," Scott said.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Sammy stopped them.

"What do you mean 'controlling him'?" I asked.

"Well, apparently Lydia speaks archaic latin," Stiles beamed. "She translated the bestiary for Allison last night and we found out that Ms. Morell had it wrong. The kanima doesn't seek a friend, it seeks a master."

"Sounds kinky," I muttered.

Stiles gave me an exasperated look before saying, "So, I was thinking. What if it's the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the hospital?"

"A fugue state?" Sammy supplied.

"He'd have to forget everything. The murder-"

Addie interrupted Scott, "Getting rid of the blood."

We all looked at Addie in shock and she looked down, shyly.

"Yeah…" Stiles said slowly. "He had help with one thing though - the video. And someone else helped him forget that."

"Whoever's controlling him," Scott said.

"Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?" Sammy asked.

"He thinks he's still becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing," Stiles explained.

"So do we try and convince him he's not?" Sammy asked.

"If it helps us find out who's controlling him, then yeah."

|| Teen Wolf ||

"It's everything Lydia can translate. And trust me, she was very confused," Allison said as she slid the tablet through the bookshelf to Scott, Stiles, and I.

"What'd you tell her?" Sammy asked from next to her.

"That we were part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures," she grinned.

"I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures," Stiles deadpanned.

"Of course you are," I laughed.

"O-oh. Great," Allison smiled, awkwardly.

"Okay, does it say how to find out who's controlling him?" Scott asked.

"Not really. But Stiles was right about the murderers," Allison responded.

"Yes!" Stiles cheered.

"It calls the kanima a weapon of vengeance. There's a story in there about this South American priest who uses the kanima to execute murderers in his village-"

"All right, see? So maybe it's not all that bad," Stiles said.

"Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to."

"All bad, all very, very bad."

"Here's the thing, though," Allison said, pretending to look for a book. "The kanima's actually supposed to be a werewolf. But it can't be-"

"'Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it'," Scott read from the tablet.

"Okay, if that means that Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could've told you that myself," I jested.

Allison shook her head, "What if it has something to do with his parents? His real parents."

"Yeah," Scott said. "Does anybody actually know what happened to them?"

"Lydia might," Stiles suggested.

"What if she doesn't know anything?"

"Well, Jackson doesn't have a restraining order against me, so I'll talk to him myself," Sammy stated. "Besides, Allie's family has an eye on her twenty-four seven. I don't want Jackson anywhere near Addie. I'm the only one who can go."

"Are you that's a good idea?" I asked.

"I'm with Rae here," Stiles said. "Especially after what happened between you two…." She had told me that she told her dad and Stiles about what happened to her and Jackson last night.

"What happened?" Scott asked, confused.

"I'll tell you later, Scott," Sammy said. "It's the only idea we have."

"Okay, what do I do?" Scott asked.

"Uh, Scott? We have a make-up exam," I reminded him. "Do you not remember that whole lecture from Mom last night?"

Scott groaned, "Oh, yeah." He turned towards Sammy, "If he does anything, you run the other way."

"I can take care of myself," Sammy reassured. "Besides, I want you to two to do good on that test. The three of us got no sleep last night because I was tutoring you two over Skype. That can't go wasted, you have to do good."

"Sammy, if you get hurt while I'm busy with some stupid test, someone's going to need to take care of me. If he does anything-"

"Like?" she asked Scott.

"Anything - Weird or bizarre - anything."

Stiles stuck his head through the gap in the books that we were talking through, "Anything evil!"

Sammy pushed his head back out.

"Ow!"

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

I was walking near the locker rooms when Matt ran into me.

"Hey, Sammy," he smiled.

"Hey, Matt."

"Ah, that's a- nice heels," he pointed to the heels in my hand that I had taken off because my feet were hurting. I don't know how Rae wore these bloody death-traps.

"Oh! Yeah, uh, my feet were hurting so I took them off."

"Same reason I never wear mine," he joked.

"Hey," I said. "There's no reason to be ashamed of that. Who says only girls can wear heels?"

"Society," he smiled. "Anyways, I was wondering if you were going to work with me for the that journalism project."

"Yeah, I'll work with you."

"Thanks," he said. "By the way, could you ask Allison when I can pick her up for that rave?"

"Yeah, I will."

"Thanks," he walked off.

He seemed nice enough, but I got a bad feeling from that guy.

I was about to keep walking when I heard groans of pain and gagging coming from the boy's locker room and ran in.

"Who's in here?" I called. "Are you hurt?!"

"In here," someone said from the shower stalls.

I made my way there only to discover a naked Jackson. I quickly turned around.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"Y-you could've warned me," I stuttered.

"You're the one that walked into the boy's' locker room."

He had a point.

"I thought I heard you- I th- forget it."

"Did you wanna talk about something?" he asked, standing in front of me. I tried to look anywhere but at him.

"We can talk later."

"No. Let's talk now."

"I- I have to get to cl-"

I tried to leave but he blocked my way. "Oh, no, no, you don't. No, you have perfect grades. You can skip one class." He grinned, "Are you okay? Your heart's beating like crazy."

I tried to dig my nails into my palms, but the bandages Rae had applied last night stopped me.

I tried running away but he backed me into a corner and looked me up and down, "You look a little stressed. Is it Scott and the others? Is it that whole thing? I still can't believe you actually think your little Scooby gang is gonna last. You know he's eventually just gonna run to Derek and join up with him and his little wolf pack. If you don't realize that, then you gotta be the stupidest bitch in this town. Well, other than Scott since he's a pretty stupid bitch himself."

"Stop. Just stop!" I yelled.

"What are you gonna do, Sammy, hmm - when your stupid bitch of friend turns on you?" He put each hand on either side of my face and leaned in really close. I flinched at his touch. "They almost killed Lydia. Who do you really think's gonna be next, hmm? Not you. No, no, it can't be you, right? Is that what you tell yourself, hmm? 'Scott's different and everything's gonna work out.'" he mocked me. "Well, if that's what you believe, then you're already dead."

Anger coursed through my body.

"I hope you're mistaking calling Scott a stupid bitch for yourself, Jackson," I grit through my teeth. I punched him in the face as hard as I could and tried running away but he dragged me down.

He was on top of me now.

"I have to admit, Sammy," he said. "I didn't know you had it in you. Could've showed this side of yourself when we were dating. I kinda like it."

I shut my eyes closed, bracing myself for the worst case scenario.

"Sammy? What are you doing here?" he suddenly got up off of me, looking confused.

At that moment Scott and Rae burst in.

RAEGAN MCCALL

I was sitting in the mostly empty classroom, five seats away from Scott, taking the stupid chemistry test Scott and I had missed because we were too busy kicking ass.

We go through so much stuff, I honestly believe that we should at least be excused from this shit. But it'd be pretty hard to explain to Harris what we were going through. Although, to be honest, he'd probably just give us a deadpan look and slap the test down onto the table in front of us anyway.

I was on question forty out of fifty when I noticed Scott signaling to me to check my phone. I looked up to see Harris looking through some papers. As discreetly as I could, I took my phone out and read the messages. He was saying that Sammy was in trouble with Jackson.

I stood up with Scott right behind me and we turned in our tests together.

"You're not leaving till every single one of these bubbles is filled in," Harris stated as we were making our way to the door.

We turned back and quickly, randomly filled them in. Harris glared at us as we bolted out of the classroom and to the boy's locker room.

We burst into the room to find quite the scene. A naked Jackson was on top of Sammy. Thankfully, Sammy was fully clothed. Jackson quickly pulled his shorts up before noticing Scott giving him a deadly look.

"I- I'm fine. I'm fine. Scott, I'm fine," Sammy reassured.

But Scott ignored her, charging at Jackson and throwing him against the lockers, knocking them down.

"Scott!" she screamed.

"I have a restraining order!" Jackson yelled.

"Trust me, I restrained myself," Scott muttered before charging at him again.

I had to really restrain myself from joining my brother in beating Jackson up, and ran to Sammy instead.

"Are you okay?" I asked, checking her for wounds.

"I'm fine," she reassured. "He just said some things."

"What things?"

"Hurtful things, but it's fine."

"I'm going to kill him!" I practically growled. I was about to stand up when she pulled on my sleeve.

"Please don't," she shook her head. "It's not worth it."

Jackson threw Scott against the door and into the hallway and Sammy and I ran after them.

ADELINE LAHEY

"I'm not supposed to tell anyone," Lydia told Stiles, who was following her down the hallway while I was following him since I couldn't find anyone else. He was asking her if she knew what happened to Jackson's parents.

"Come on, anyone who ever says "I'm not supposed to tell anyone" is always dying to tell someone, so tell me!"

"Why do you wanna know?" Lydia questioned.

"I can't tell you that."

"Then I'm not telling you."

"But you are telling me that you could tell me something if you wanted to tell me?"

"Was that a question?"

"It felt like a question."

"Well, tell me if this feels like an answer," she said. "No." She walked faster to get away from him.

"Lydia! Lydia, come on! Ly - wait!" The blonde girl from Derek's pack pushed Stiles against the wall, her claws sticking out. "Ow! Ah, ah, hey, Erica."

"Hey!" I shouted, throwing my pencil at her, "Get off him, you big bully!" I tried my best to give her my meanest, scariest glare.

She looked me up and down. "Who's the rugrat?"

"You don't know the sister of your own pack member?" Stiles asked.

She smirked at me and turned back to Stiles. "Why are you asking Lydia about Jackson's real parents?"

"Why are you bringing out the claws on camera?" Stiles pointed to the security camera that was above them. Erica backed away and Stiles said, "That's right. You wanna play Catwoman? I'll be your Batman."

Stiles was leading me away from her when she said, "If you're wondering about Jackson's real parents, they're about half a mile from here. In Beacon Hills cemetery."

Stiles turned back. "Do you know how they died?"

"Maybe," she walked away, going down the gym hallway. Stiles and I followed. "If you tell me why you're so interested."

"Um-"

Erica froze in her tracks. "It's him, isn't it?"

"What? Who? Him who?" Stiles tried to play off.

"The test didn't work, but it's still him. It's Jackson," she started walking again.

"You can't tell Derek, okay? There's a lot more to this that you don't know about. And just because you got the Alpha bite makeover doesn't give you a license to go around destroying people."

"Why not? That's all anybody ever used to do to me." Erica turned around to face him. "I used to have the worst crush in the world on you. Yeah, you, Stiles. And you never once even noticed me." Stiles looked down, noticing the puddle of water in front of the boy's locker room. "Exactly how you're not noticing me right now."

Scott and Jackson suddenly burst through the door with Sammy and Rae right behind him.

They were beating each other up and Erica and Sammy tried to break it up; Erica threw Jackson away from Scott and Sammy held onto Scott's shirt, trying to prevent him from going after Jackson again.

A crowd suddenly grew around us and Mr. Harris broke through the crowd. "What the hell's going on? What do you idiots think you're doing? Jackson! Calm down! Mr. McCall, you wanna explain yourself? Stilinski?"

Everyone was quiet.

"You dropped this," the photographer guy from the lacrosse game gave Scott his tablet.

"You and you," he pointed at Scott and Jackson, "Actually, all of you! Detention. Three o'clock."