Starr Hale: Ugh, we've been busy with school. Ew. Yay, new episode tonight! Concerning the riot, I am so in -R

HollandChristian15: Kira is legit one of my fave characters on the show. It's quite interesting how the fandom puts so many expectations on her, but that's none of my business. -S (And yeah, I hope we never stop. We do have plans for Theo, but I don't want to give anything away -R)

ADELINE LAHEY

"I got to meet with the medical examiner and try to figure out what happened with Jackson," Mr. Stilinski was telling the five-Isaac, Scott, Sammy, Rae, and I-of us, outside the boy's locker room. "I've got an APB out on Stiles. His jeep is still in the parking lot, so that means - the hell, I don't know what that means. Um-look, if he answers his phone, if he answers his emails, if either one of you see him-"

"We'll call you," Rae nodded.

"Look, he's probably just freaked out from all the attention or something. We'll find him," Scott lied.

"Yeah," the Sheriff nodded unconvincingly. "I'll see you, okay?" After giving Sammy a hug, he walked away.

After the Sheriff left, Sammy let out a few tears while Rae comforted her.

A bunch of boys came out of the locker room with Coach behind.

"McCall," he addressed Scott, looking somber. "We need you on the team, okay? You know I can't put you on the field next season if you don't get your grades up."

"Yeah, I know, Coach," Scott nodded.

"All right," he was about to walk away then backtracked. "I mean, I-I know I yell a lot, but it's not like I hate you guys. Well, I kind of hate Greenberg, but, you know, that's different. It's Greenberg. I'm just saying we-I need you on the team. Get your grades back up."

"I will."

"I know," Coach sighed, walking away. He ruffled my hair as he walked past me. "Later, Little Lahey."

After the coast was clear, Isaac went into the locker room then came back out.

"Is that everyone?" Rae asked.

"I think so," Isaac nodded and all of us followed him into the locker room and found Stiles' locker.

After looking around, Scott ripped the locker door off.

"You're gonna find him by scent?" Sammy asked, wiping away her tears.

"Yeah, we both are," Scott said, taking a shirt and handing Isaac a shoe, which he grimaced at.

Rae laughed and Sammy gave her an exasperated look.

"But how come you get his shirt and I get a shoe?" Isaac frowned, looking disgusted.

"Isaac!" Sammy snapped. "Just please focus!" She took a deep breath, calming herself down. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you."

Isaac gave her a small smile, "It's fine. Really. Nobody deserves to lose their sibling."

I instantly thought of Camden. I miss him everyday, and Sammy didn't deserve to feel that pain.

"Just please find him," she begged. "Stiles and Dad are the only family I have left."

"We're going to find him, Sammy," Scott assured her. "I swear to God, we will."

She gave him a small smile.

Suddenly Scott looked towards the door and we all followed his line of sight and found Derek at the end of it.

"We need to talk," Derek said, his hands clasped behind his back.

"All of us," a taller man with short brown hair said, coming out from behind the locker and standing next to Derek.

"Holy shit," Rae gaped. Sammy and Scott had similar expressions on their faces.

"What the hell is this?" Scott thundered.

"You know, I thought the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the sheriff's station," Derek replied, a look of betrayal plastered on his face.

Huh? When was Scott talking to Gerard? And why would he? He's a big meanie.

"Okay, hold on. He-he threatened to kill my mom. And I had to get close to him," Scott defended himself. "What was I supposed to do?"

"I'm gonna go with Scott on this one. Have you seen his mom? She's gorgeous," the stranger smiled.

"Shut up," Scott and Rae snapped at the same time.

"Who is he?" Isaac whispered.

"Peter, Derek's uncle," Rae whispered back. "Little while back, he tried to kill us all, and then we set him on fire, and Derek slashed his throat."

"Hi," Peter waved.

"That's good to know," Isaac said, nonchalantly.

"How is he alive?" Sammy asked.

"Look, the short version is he knows how to stop Jackson. And maybe how to save him," Derek answered.

"Well, that's very helpful except Jackson's dead," I said before I could stop myself.

"What?" Derek was baffled.

"Yeah, Jackson's dead," Scott agreed. "It just happened on theo field."

"Okay, why is no one taking this as good news?" Isaac was saying what we were all thinking.

"Because if Jackson is dead, it didn't just happen. Gerard wanted it to happen," Peter realized.

"But why?" Sammy asked.

"Well, that's exactly what we need to figure out. And something tells me the window of opportunity is closing. Quickly."

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

While Rae, Scott, and Isaac went to drop Adeline home and go figure things out, I decided to go home and help Dad find Stiles. He was clueless and he needed somebody to at least comfort him through it. Besides, I don't think I could even go to the Hale house. I was too emotionally and physically tired from crying.

I let out a shaky breath and entered Stiles' room to find Dad sitting on his bed.

"Dad?" I said.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"For what?"

"Being a terrible dad!" he sighed. "I haven't been doing my job."

My heart broke for him.

"You're not a terrible dad," I said, sitting next to him. "You're the actual opposite."

"It's just hard, you know?" he held back his tears. "To be a single dad and not being able to protect his children."

"Dad…" I tried my best not to cry. "Don't say that! You do everything you can to help us."

"It doesn't feel like it," he said. "I was caught up in my own work to realize what you were going through last year. I didn't realize that boy was hurting you and you were hurting. If Stiles hadn't told me, it would've been too late and God knows what would've happened to you-"

"Dad," I let out a few tears. "That's not your fault. I didn't tell you what was going on. There was no way you could've known-"

"I should know my own daughter," he sighed. "You know when your mother first died, I was so scared that I was going to mess up because I was going to have to raise two children all by myself and I had no idea what to do. I guess that's true."

"It's not like I made it easier on you," I said.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"When I started going to therapy and the medication, I heard you talking about how expensive it was and I noticed you were working longer hours!" I cried. "I made you suffer."

"Sweetheart," he turned to me. "I care about you and your health more than money. You and Stiles are always going to come first. In fact, I couldn't be more proud of you because you are so kind and caring to others."

I pulled him in for a hug, "You are a good dad. Don't ever think anything else."

I pulled away, wishing Stiles was here. It was weird without him. He'd probably make a sarcastic comment about who knows what and I would yell at him for it. He'd make a comment about how dramatic I was and I'd just fight back by making fun of him. I needed it now more than ever.

"Stiles has to be okay, right?" I asked. "I mean he's Stiles. He has to survive."

"I just made a phone call before you came," he said. "People are on the lookout for him."

"Where are you, Stiles?," I sighed.

"Right here," I heard a voice. I looked up to the door to find Stiles with a large scrape on the side of his cheek and a busted up lip. "I'm right here."

Dad and I rushed towards him and Dad grabbed his face, inspecting it.

"I'm fine," Stiles said.

"Who did it?" Dad pulled away, furious.

"It was just a couple kids from the other team," Stiles said. I could tell he was lying. "They were pissed about losing and I was mouthing off to them."

"Bullshit," I muttered to myself, shaking my head I know it was Gerard. "Complete bullshit."

"Who was it?" Dad clenched his teeth.

"I don't know. I didn't even see them really." At the look Dad gave him, he said, "Look, Dad, come on. It's not even that bad."

"I - I'm calling that school. I'm calling them and I'll personally go down there, and I'm gonna pistol-whip these little bastards!" My eyes widened. I've never seen Dad this mad before.

"Dad! I just - I said I was okay."

Stiles pulled Dad in for a hug. I stood there watching with tears forming in my eyes. Stiles didn't do anything and Gerard hurt him. For the first time in my life, I wanted someone dead. Gerard had to pay for what he did.

"Dad," I said, once they pulled away from each other. "Could you give Stiles and I privacy?"

"Of course," he smiled, leaving the room.

"It was Gerard who did this to you, right?" I asked, fuming.

"Yeah, he did," Stiles confirmed my thoughts.

"He's so going to get what's coming back to him," I was furious. "He's going to pay for what he did!"

"Sammy," Stiles stopped me. "Don't worry about it!"

"Don't worry about it?!" I cried. "You went missing and he could've-"

Stiles pulled me in for a hug, and I instantly fell limp in his arms from exhaustion.

"Shh," he comforted. "I'm fine. I'm okay."

"I was so scared," I cried into his shoulder.

"I'm not going anywhere," Stiles said.

We both sat in silence on his bed with my head on his shoulder.

"Do you ever wonder what our lives would've been like if we decided not go to go looking for that dead body?" I asked.

"I'd be hanging out with Scott, playing video games talking about how we were a bunch of nobodies, Rae would be out partying and having sex, Addie and Isaac would still be being abused, and you would be acting like you were perfect and Lydia would act like she's dumb!" he answered right away, like he had thought about it.

"Well, you're not wrong," I agreed. Turning to him, I said, "Thank you for telling Dad about what I was going through last year. I'm sorry that I got mad at you for it."

"I saw you going through a difficult time and I had to do something," he nodded. "Besides, I'd do anything to protect my little sister."

"For the last time," I groaned. "I'm only ten minutes younger than you!"

"All I'm hearing is the world 'younger'!" he smiled.

We bickered back and forth until we couldn't come up with any more comebacks and insults.

My brother might be a pain in the ass, but he made our small, broken family complete somehow.

RAEGAN MCCALL

"Oh. Oh, they found Stiles," Scott informed us as we walked through the door of the Hale house, hanging up the phone.

"Oh, thank God," I took a breathe. I was really worried about him. When I get home, I demanded answers.

"I told you, I looked everywhere," Derek was telling Peter.

"You didn't look here," Peter said, picking something up from under the stairs and blowing the dust off of it.

"What is that, a book?" Derek asked.

"No. It's a laptop," Peter gave him an incredulous look. "What century are you living in?"

I wanted to laugh, but I hated the guy so I had to resist the urge.

"A few days after I got out of the coma," Peter continued, "I transferred everything that we had. Fortunately, the Argents aren't the only ones that keep records."

Peter and Derek walked to another room right as Scott's phone began ringing. "Hey, Mom, I can't talk right now," he told her. "What's wrong?" he frowned.

Really? Why is everything always going wrong?

When he hung up he said, "We need to get to the hospital now. It's Jackson."

|| Teen Wolf ||

"What's happening to him?" Scott asked Mom as we stared at Jackson's dead, goo-covered body.

"I thought that you were gonna tell me," Mom replied. "Is it bad?"

"Well, it doesn't look good," I reply, sarcastically.

Jackson's body convulsed and all of us jumped back.

"Whoa," Isaac said, his eyes wide.

"Um, Mom, could you zip it up, please?" I said, my voice high-pitched.

"Okay. Okay, here we go." Mom began zipping up the body bag but the zipper got stuck when it got to Jackson's face. She was struggling when Jackson hissed with his eyes closed, showing his razor-sharp, nasty black teeth.

"Mom, zip," Scott said.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay," she struggled.

"Zip! Zip, Mom, zip! Zip!" Scott shouted and Mom finally pulled the zipper all the way up over his face.

Scott quickly got his phone out and dialed a number before putting it on speaker. "Derek," he said. "He's in some kind of transparent casing made from the venom coming out of his claws."

"What the hell?" Derek mumbled.

"He's also moving!" I shouted into the speaker.

"Okay, look, I think I found something," I heard Peter say.

I could just imagine him typing away at his little werewolf laptop. I mean, it's a macbook. But I prefer to call it "his little werewolf laptop".

"Looks like what we've seen from Jackson is just the kanima's beta shape," Peter was saying.

"Well, meaning what? It can turn into something bigger?" Derek asked.

"Bigger and badder," Peter replied.

"He's turning into that?" We couldn't see what they were looking at, but the tone of Derek's voice told us it wasn't anything good. "That has wings." We were proven right.

"I can see that," Peter replied.

"Scott, bring him to us," Derek said.

"I'm not sure if we have time for that," Scott frowned.

"Look, somebody actually made an animation of it," we heard Peter say. "Maybe it's less frightening if we-" The sound of a high-pitched shrieking through the phone made us all jump. "Nope, not at all. We should probably meet them halfway."

"Scott," Derek started. "Get him out of there. Now!"

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

I decided to give Stiles some time to himself, so I was in my room writing. I was writing a letter to my younger self because I feel like I've changed and grown in the past few months. I just wanted to write down my thoughts and feelings about it.

I heard someone at the door and opened it to find Lydia.

"Hey, Lyds!" I said. "How are you holding up?"

"I'm just don't how I am doing anymore," she said. "Is Stiles okay?"

"Yeah, he is!" I tried to hold back a smile. "You should go check up on him."

"Okay," she frowned and walked away, towards Stiles' room.

He'll so be thanking me later. But after all, they are soulmates in my opinion.

"They're actually talking?" Dad came into my room, grinning.

"Yep," I grinned back. "The moment has finally come! Next thing you know they're dating and a few years down the road they get married!"

I saw Lydia rushing out of Stiles' room.

Dad and I rushed to Stiles' room to find him sitting at his desk.

"She left, huh?" Dad said.

"So is there, uh - Anything there?" I asked.

"No, she's in love with someone else," Stiles sighed.

Poor Stiles. He didn't deserve this.

"Listen - I know that getting beaten up, and with what happened to Jackson, has gotten you pretty shaken. But be happy about one thing. The game. You were amazing!" Dad said.

"He's right," I agreed. "You were awesome!"

"Thanks," Stiles gave us a fake smile.

"No, we mean it. Look, it was pretty much over. And then you got the ball, and you started running. You scored, and the tide just turned. And you scored again and again. You weren't just MVP of the game. You were a hero," Dad said, leaving the room.

"I'm not a hero," Stiles shook his head, his mind wandering.

"Trust me, you are," I smiling, taking his hand.

RAEGAN MCCALL

While Isaac and Scott hauled the body bag to the car, I ran ahead as a lookout to make sure nobody would see us.

We had finally reached the car and were about to put Jackson's body inside when we were blinded by headlights.

The lights cut off and someone stepped out of the car.

Chris Argent.

Oh, shit.

"You're alone," Scott noticed.

"More than you know," Argent said, pain behind his eyes.

"What do you want?"

"We don't have much in common, Scott. But at the moment, we have a common enemy."

"That's why I'm trying to get him out of here," Scott said, glancing down at the body bag.

"I didn't mean Jackson."

"Then who?" I asked Argent.

Sighing, he said, "Gerard has twisted his way into Allison's head, the same way he did with Kate. And I'm losing her. And I know you're losing her, too."

"You're right," Scott paused. "So can you trust me to fix this?"

Argent gave Scott a disbelieving look.

"Then can you let us go?" Scott asked.

"No." Great. "My car is faster." Say what?