Izzy876: Awww, that means a lot to us. It would be funny to see people's reactions to Addie getting a love interest lol. -S

dreamin-in-neverland: I personally found the new episode to be kind of boring too. I hope it gets better. My favorite scene was when Stiles showed up! Also, what you said about OTH is very true. - S

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

Stiles and I made a dash for the Jeep as Dad was getting out of his car.

"Hey. Can't talk, got to run," Stiles was about to get in the car when he double-taked at the look on Dad's face. "Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he said, sadly.

"Oh," Stiles looked down. "Where's your gun?"

"I left it at the station along with my badge."

"What?" I frowned.

"It's all right," Dad said. "You know what? We'll talk about this later."

He was about to turn around when I called, "Dad."

"Don't worry about it."

"Dad!" Stiles repeated.

He sighed. "It was decided that the son of a police chief stealing police property and having a restraining order filed against him by one of the town's most respected attorneys did not reflect well on the county."

"They fired you?" Stiles asked, a guilt-ridden look on his face.

"Nah," Dad denied. "Look, it's-it's just a leave of absence. It's-it's temporary."

"Did they say it was temporary or-"

"Actually, no," Dad replied. "You know, I - it's fine. Don't worry about it though. Hey. We're going to be fine."

"I don't get it. Why-why aren't you angry at me?" Stiles asked.

"I don't know," Dad said, looking defeated. "Maybe I just don't want to feel any worse than I already do by having to yell at my son."

He went into the house.

"Oh, shoot," Stiles sighed.

"Let's go inside and talk to him," I told Stiles.

Stiles looked like he wanted to, but said, "We-we can't. There's no time. We'll talk to him when we get back."

I groaned but got in the car.

|| Teen Wolf ||

"You two okay?" Scott asked as we were parked in front of the club, getting the supplies we needed out of the trunk.

"Yeah," I said, unconvincingly. "Why?"

"You didn't say anything the whole way here," Rae said, frowning at us.

"No, we're fine. Just grab the other bag," Stiles sighed.

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

"Okay, this plan is really starting to suck," Stiles commented.

Scott suddenly flicked his head towards the club. "No. Not here, not now."

"What?" I asked, but Scott ignored me, taking off towards the club. Rae looked back at us, shrugging, and ran after him.

"Scott! What am I supposed to-" Stiles called as the two McCall siblings disappeared into the club. "Plan officially sucks."

RAEGAN MCCALL

Scott ran and I followed after him into the club.

"What's going on, Scott?" I asked when he finally stopped running. We were behind a pillar and Scott was looking out at the dancefloor. He was staring at Allison - and Matt? What? Were they on a date? What's going on?

When Allison spotted Scott, she excused herself and joined us behind the pillar.

"What are you doing?" Scott asked her.

"You told me to go out with him."

Oh, I see. They were pretending to see other people to keep the Argents off their backs.

"No, not here. You don't get it. We have a plan."

"You have a plan?" Allison asked. "Okay, okay. My father and Gerard, they're coming here."

"What did you tell them?" Scott frowned.

"I- I told them-"

"Allison!" Scott yelled and I winced. Scotty never yells.

"I- I had to tell them."

"Oh, my God, they know it's Jackson," Scott realized.

"People are dying, Scott. What am I supposed to do?"

"You're supposed to trust me."

"I trust you more than anyone."

"We've- we had a plan," Scott sighed.

"So do they."

"This isn't going to work."

"What do you want me to do?" Allison looked on the verge of tears. "Okay, I can- I can fix it. Please, please, Scott. Just tell me."

"Just stay out of the way," he said, storming away.

"Scott!" Allison called but he kept walking.

I gave her an apologetic look before running after Scott.

"I need you to do something," Scott told me.

"What is it?"

He handed me the syringe Deaton had given him.

|| Teen Wolf ||

"Why me?" Isaac asked as he leaned against the pillar we were hiding behind.

"Because Scott said so," I said, simply. "He didn't explain much but we got to make sure that Argent doesn't completely ruin the plan." I ignored his blank look and continued, "Okay, look, you better do it intravenously which means in the vein. When you find Jackson, you pull back on this plunger right here." I demonstrated for him. "In the neck probably is going to be the easiest. So you find a vein, you jam it in there, and pull back on the trigger. Be careful."

"Oh, I doubt it'll even slightly hurt him."

"No, I mean you. I don't want you to get hurt."

He stared at me and I explained, "Even if you don't know it, we're on the same team here. Which means we're friends. And I don't want my friends to get hurt."

Isaac kept staring before a grin covered his face, "Does that mean Erica's your friend, too?"

I gagged, "You got me there."

"Why do you hate her so much?"

I frowned. "I don't hate her, I just dislike her."

"Why?" he questioned.

"I don't know, she's just so-"

Isaac cut me off, "I think it's because you're jealous of her."

I rolled my eyes, "Please. Why would I be jealous?"

"Because she kissed Derek. You like him, don't you?"

"No," I grumbled. "Not anymore, at least."

"I think you do," he smiled. "Otherwise you wouldn't have reacted the way you did when she kissed him."

"You know what? I take back that whole bit about being friends. Here," I handed him the weapon. I was about to walk away when he took hold of my arm and I turned back to face him.

"Hey, I'm sorry about what I said yesterday."

"Huh?" I played dumb.

"In the hall, after I gave you the ticket," he explained.

"Oh! That was no big deal," I brushed off.

"It was, though. I could see it in your eyes. And I just wanted to apologize for being a jerk." He lowered his voice, leaning in, "I get that the only reason you have sex is because it's a form of penance. I should've watched my mouth."

"Apology accepted," I smiled. "Just do what I told you."

He saluted me and marched off, a grin plastered on his face.

Great. Now that that was taken care of, I needed to find Scott.

I made some rounds around the club, looking, to no avail.

Maybe he went out.

Dammit Scott, I really wish you told me what the new plan was, I thought as I ducked under the entrance of the club, out into the dry California air. Beacon Hills got cold at night, so I was freezing in my black mini skirt and flowery halter top. But, you know, the things I do for fashion.

Kicking off my black stilettos and holding them in hand, I started running, searching for any of my friends.

I was jogging on the cold gravel when someone suddenly pulled on my arm and brought me to the ground. I was about to scream bloody murder, until I noticed familiar green eyes.

"What the hell is your problem?" I asked, shoving Derek, who then groaned. I inspected him carefully and noticed the bullet holes in his clothes.

He was sitting with his back against some kind of powerbox and I was about to stand when he pulled me back down. "Stay down, be quiet," he murmured.

"Why? What's going on? Who shot you?" I whispered.

"Argent," he hissed through his teeth, slapping my hand away when I tried to poke one of the bullet holes.

"Why aren't you healing?" I asked.

"The bullets were laced with wolfsbane," he winced.

"Where's Boyd?"

"He was hurt and I told him to go wait in the car while I looked for Scott."

After a moment, I peeked around the corner and spotted Argent. He was heading in the opposite direction from us.

I turned back to Derek. "We need to run. Now."

He nodded.

After I carefully helped him up, we started running.

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

"Oh, no," I said when I realized we were running out of mountain ash.

Stiles groaned and dialed a number on his phone. "Scott, pick up. Pick up now." When he got his voicemail, he said, "Look, we need to get, like, fifty more feet of ash, and we're out. Okay? So you got to get your wolf ass down here to help me because I don't know what to do. And we're just standing out here and I'm - we're all alone, and I'm hearing gunfire and werewolves, and I'm - and I'm standing here like a frickin' idiot with a handful of magic fairy dust. And I don't have enough. Okay?" He hung up.

"Okay, come on, think," Stiles groaned.

"Um, okay. He said you got to believe," I said. "You need to believe. Come on, believe, Stiles. Just, uh - just picture it. Just imagine it working, okay? Just - imagine."

I backed away and Stiles closed his eyes, focusing. After a second, he continued pouring the mountain ash.

I had to keep in my shrieks of glee as I watched the magic work.

When he had finished the circle, he started jumping up and down in excitement. "Yes!" he shouted, jumping onto the trunk of a car causing it's alarm to begin blaring.

I laughed. "Come on, let's leave before the owner of this car shows up."

Stiles and I took our things and began running to where we had told Isaac and Erica to put Jackson.

When we got to the room, Isaac was waiting in front of it and I'm guessing Erica was inside with Jackson.

Stiles went into the room but before I could go in, Isaac pulled on my arm and closed the door behind me.

"Hey…" he said.

I still had a goofy grin on my face from earlier.

"Hey," I said, still smiling.

"Why are you so happy?" he let out a chuckle.

"Nothing, it's just that I'm really happy the plan turned out to be successful! It also felt really awesome contributing. I know I helped with plans before, but this one made me feel cool because I felt like I was in a movie. Now that I think about it, my entire life right now reminds me of a movie or a tv show-" I babbled, but stopped myself.

I realized who I was talking to. I was talking to the boy who asked me out even though he liked someone else. I was talking to the boy that called me a heartless bitch and blamed me for his father's death.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to babble," I said, looking at the ground. The last thing I wanted to do was look at him.

"No," he said. "I actually kinda missed your babbling."

"Why are you talking to me, Isaac?" I asked. "I thought you hated me."

"I, uh, I wanted to apologize for everything that I said that day. I was just angry and I didn't mean to hurt you."

"You said all of that stuff because you were angry?" I questioned, now looking at him.

"Sammy-"

"No, Isaac!" I shouted. "You made me feel like absolute shit! And you've hurt me before that, too!"

"What do you mean?" he frowned.

"What do I mean?" I repeated in disbelief. "I mean the fact that you asked me out and led me on, when you still liked Rae!"

"Is that the reason you broke up with me?!" he said in disbelief. "Jeez, Sammy, you're so insecure! I liked you, not her!"

"Maybe I wouldn't be so insecure if you actually liked me! I've seen the way you look at her; as if you worship the ground she walks on. You've never looked at me like that. You've barely even talked to Rae and you two get along better and opened up more than we ever did! You never let me all the way in, Isaac! You also yelled at me and said that I made everything worse and you even blamed me for your dad's death!" I cried.

"Listen," he said. "I-I didn't mean any of that stuff. I was just angry that you left me alone."

I wiped my tears, "I'm sorry, but I don't think I can forgive you this time. You didn't think that I would still help you after our breakup? You said some really hurtful things and I just can't get past that. I just feel used and pathetic. I'm just tired of forgiving people who treat me like crap."

When Isaac and I entered the room, Stiles turned to Isaac. "He okay?" he asked, gesturing towards Jackson, who was unconscious and tied up in a chair.

"Well, let's find out," Isaac said, whipping out his claws. He was about to go for Jackson's face when Jackson caught his hand mid-air and twisted it. Probably breaking the bone.

"God!" Isaac winced, jumping away from him.

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

"I thought the ketamine was supposed to put him out," Isaac groaned, still gripping his wrist.

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

"I'm here. I'm right here with you," Jackson said, causing all of us to whip our heads towards him.

"Jackson, is that you?" Stiles asked, getting closer.

"Us," Jackson corrected. His voice was all deep, like a demon's. "We're all here."

"Are you the one killing people?" I asked.

"We are the ones killing murderers," Jackson's scary eyes turned to look at me.

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

Thankfully, Jackson's evil-eyes turned back to Stiles as he finished my brother's sentence, "-deserved it."

"See, we got a little rule book that says you only go after murderers," Stiles told him.

"Anything can break if enough pressure's applied," Jackson said, ominously.

"All right, so the people you're killing are all murderers then?" Stiles questioned.

"All. Each. Every one."

"Well, who did they murder?"

"Me," Jackson said, surprising us all.

"Wait, what?" Stiles asked. "What do you mean?"

"They murdered me," he said, his eyes turning yellow and reptilian. "They murdered me," he repeated, angrily.

"Okay, all right," Stiles backed away. "More ketamine. The man needs ketamine. Come on."

"We don't have any more," Isaac said, holding up the empty bottle.

Stiles closed his eyes, exasperated. "You used the whole bottle?"

Erica and I tapped on Stiles' shoulder and the four of us watched as Jackson broke out of his restraints and slowly stood up from his chair, his face half-Jackson, half-kanima, and snarled. He then whipped his head around, looking like something straight from The Exorcist.

"Um - okay, out, everybody out," Stiles said.

"Go, go, go, go," Isaac said and the four of us ran out, slamming the door behind us.

"Okay, find something to move in front of the door," Stiles was saying, when the kanima ripped straight through the wall and ran into the club.

RAEGAN MCCALL

Derek and I ran for about five minutes before finally finding Stiles, Sammy, Isaac, and Erica in front of the club entrance.

"Hey, um, so we kind of lost Jackson inside," Stiles told us, "but it's-"

Stiles paused when he noticed Erica and Isaac standing behind the circle of mountain ash. Isaac crouched down and eyed it.

"Oh, my God. It's working!" Stiles exclaimed, an excited look on his face. "Oh, this is - yes! I did something."

"We did something," Sammy rolled her eyes.

"Right. We," Stiles corrected.

I was about to ask where Scott was, when the three werewolves flinched. They had heard something us humans couldn't.

"Scott," Derek said, his eyes wide.

"What?" Stiles asked.

"Break it," Derek told him, pointing down to the mountain ash.

Stiles was bewildered. "What? No way."

"Scott's dying!" Derek yelled and I felt my world stop.

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

"Oh, my God, Stiles, I just know!"

"Break it!" I yelled.

Stiles fumbled to swipe away the ash, breaking the circle and Derek ran into the club with me right behind him.

When we ran into the room, Scott was limp on the ground and I felt as if I couldn't breathe.

Derek and I were about to run to him when someone attacked Derek from behind. I turned to see it was the redhead bitch Allison called her mother. Derek looked like he had it handled, so I ran to Scott.

I felt the soul-crushing pain evaporate when I checked his pulse to find it still beating.

I heaved out a relieved sob. "C'mon, Scott. Let's get you home." I tried pulling him up but he was much heavier than the last time I had picked him up. Since I couldn't take him to safety, I turned towards the two fighting behind me, using my body as a shield.

I watched as Victoria threw Derek to the ground next to me and disappeared out the door.

"What's wrong with him?" I asked Derek when he came to look at Scott.

"That bitch infused the air with wolfsbane. Scott was suffocating," he huffed out. It was obviously affecting him, too.

"Let's get out of here," I told him, standing up.

He nodded and lifted Scott. I followed as he ran out of the room and out of the club.

Sammy and Stiles were still outside but Isaac and Erica had disappeared.

"Let's get him to my Jeep-"

Derek interrupted Stiles, "No. I'm taking him to Deaton's and it's faster if I run."

He looked at me, as if asking for my permission.

I nodded and he took off, disappearing through the woods.