Izzy876: lol we're only taking two APs and we're dying. I also should be studying for chem test, but probs just gonna procrastinate till it's like two in the morning lol. And omg season 3b is gonna be so sad. -S

RAEGAN MCCALL

When we reached the abandoned warehouse Argent was taking us, we all piled out of the car and Isaac went to open the trunk to check on Jackson.

"I think he stopped moving," Isaac frowned and came to join us at the front of the car.

"Where's Derek?" Argent asked.

Before any of us could answer, we heard the sound of running and turned to see Derek running towards us on all fours. When he reached us, he did a flip and landed in a crouch.

"Someone certainly enjoys making an entrance," I smirked.

"I'm here for Jackson. Not you," Argent said as a truce.

"Somehow, I don't find that very comforting." Derek turned to Jackson, "Get him inside."

After Scott and Isaac laid Jackson's body down on the ground of the warehouse, Scott asked, "Where are they?"

Derek looked around. "Who?"

"Peter and Lydia."

Derek ignored Scott and opened up Jackson's body bag.

"Whoa, hold on a second. You said you knew how to save him."

"We're past that," Derek snapped.

"What about-"

"Think about it, Scott," Derek shouted. "Gerard controls him now. He's turned Jackson into his own personal guard dog. And he set all of this in motion so that Jackson could get even bigger and more powerful."

"No. No, he wouldn't do that," Chris defended. "If Jackson's a dog, he's turning rabid, and my father wouldn't let a rabid dog live."

"Of course not," Gerard shouted, coming out of the shadows like in a movie. "Anything that dangerous, that out of control, is better off dead."

Derek quickly went to kill Jackson, but Jackson was faster. He shoved his claws into his chest and chucked him away like a rag doll.

"Well done to the last, Scott," Gerard said, walking closer. "Like the concerned friend you are, you brought Jackson to Derek to save him. You just didn't realize that you were also bringing Derek to me."

An arrow suddenly whizzed towards us. Scott pushed me and himself out of the way, but Isaac wasn't as quick. He was struck in the shoulder and fell to the ground.

"Allison?" Scott said to the shadow carrying a crossbow, behind Gerard. The shadow moved, then disappeared and Scott turned to me. "Rae, help Isaac."

I nodded and started dragging Isaac away as the fight began.

When I pulled him to safety, he groaned, "Rae, you need to pull this arrow out of me."

"Mmm, are you sure that's a good idea?" I frowned. "I learned in Health that it's better to keep an impaled object inside until you get to the hospital."

He looked at me incredulously. "Raegan, I'm a werewolf."

"Right," I said, shaking my head and quickly pulled the arrow out of his shoulder.

He cried out in agony. "Jesus, Rae!"

"What? You said to pull it out," I shrugged, innocently. "Now, go kick some ass."

I quickly helped him up and he ran into battle, werewolf face on.

I watched, longingly, wishing I could go and fight. But I didn't stand a chance. So instead I was playing nurse, I thought as I ran to go find where Jackson had hurled Derek.

When I found him, I crouched down and started slapping at his face.

"Derek." Slap. "Derek, get up." Slap. "Derek, we need you." Slap. "C'mon, Derek." But before my hand could connect to his face the fourth time, he caught it mid-motion.

"My God, you're irritating," he sighed.

"Hey, but I got you up, didn't I?" I grinned, pulling my arm away. I went to help him up, but he jumped up on his own and ran to where the gunshots and kanima hisses were coming from.

I ran after him to watch the fight, from a distance, of course. I wouldn't want to get in the way and end up being collateral damage.

I watched as the kanima fought the three werewolves. He was beating them, easily. But the wolves kept getting back up.

That is, until fucking Allison went and sliced up Isaac's front, resulting in him falling to the ground. Before she could do any more damage, I ran and pushed her away from him.

"What the hell are you doing, Allison?!" I shout.

She had a cold expression on her face and two knives poised in her hands. "Get out of the way."

"He's a friend! We're all your friends! How could you forget that?" I frowned.

Allison barely looks me in the eyes before turning to Derek, who was on the ground. She was advancing on him, when the kanima knocked the knives out of her hands from behind and grabbed her by the neck.

"Not yet, sweetheart," Gerard told her.

"What are you doing?" Allison gasped.

"He's doing what he came here to do," Scott told her, coming to stand next to Derek.

Gerard looked at him. "Then you know."

"What's he talking about?" Allison was confused. And frankly, so was I.

"It was the night outside the hospital, wasn't it, when I threatened your mother and sister. I knew I saw something in your eyes. You could just smell it, couldn't you?" Gerard gave a nasty grin.

Smell what?

"He's dying," Isaac said from next to me.

"I am," Gerard revealed. "I have been for a while now. Unfortunately, science doesn't have a cure for cancer yet. But the supernatural does."

Allison began crying.

"You monster," Chris seethed.

"Not yet." Gerard gave the kanima a look, and the kanima tightened its grip around Allison's neck.

"What are you doing?" Allison choked out.

"You'll kill her too?" Chris had a vengeful/sorrowful look on his face.

"When it comes to survival, I'd kill my own son!" Gerard shouted.

We all stared at Gerard in disbelief and horror.

"Scott," he said, expectantly.

Scott's face morphed back to normal and he looked at Derek, who was on the ground.

"Scott, don't," Derek said when Scott starting stalking towards him. "You know that he's gonna kill me right after. He'll be an Alpha."

"That's true," Gerard agreed. "But I think he already knows that, don't you, Scott? He knows that the ultimate prize is Allison. Do this small task for me, and they can be together. You are the only piece that doesn't fit, Derek. And in case you haven't learned yet, there is just no competing with young love," he said, mockingly, with an evil smile on his face.

Gerard began taking his jacket off and Scott pulled Derek to his feet by his neck. The rest of us couldn't do anything but watch; we were frozen in our spots.

"Scott, don't! Don't!" Derek shouted when Scott pulled his head back.

"I'm sorry. But I have to," Scott said as Gerard put his arm in Derek's mouth, which Derek was then forced to bite.

Gerard pulled away, shouting from the pain. Except - he was smiling. But, you would be smiling too if you thought you had just been cured from cancer.

Keyword: thought.

Because here's what happened next…

Where the bite on Gerard's arm was, a black liquid began seeping out.

"What the-"

"Fuck?" I supplied, finishing Isaac's sentence.

Gerard held up his arm for us to see, smiling proudly at his bite.

When Gerard realized he wasn't getting looks of amazement - but looks of horror instead - he stopped smiling and looked down at his arm. "What? What is this? What did you do?" he glared at Scott.

Scott turned to Derek. "Everyone said Gerard always had a plan. I had a plan too."

Holy shit! What the fuck was going on?

"No. No," Gerard mumbled as he started fumbling with his medicine. He took some pills and crushed them in his hand, and a cloud of dark smoke came out. "Mountain ash!" Gerard yelled.

Nothing could've prepared me for what happened next.

Gerard fell to his knees, black fluid coming out of his eyes and nose. Then, his head went back and he puked up - it seemed - a ton of the black fluid.

I was too shocked to be grossed out.

When Gerard was finished, he crumpled to the ground.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Derek frowned at Scott.

"Because you might be an Alpha, but you're not mine," Scott replied.

A dragging sound interrupted the tense moment. We all turned to see Gerard on the ground spit out blood then look at the kanima.

"Kill them!" he shouted. "Kill them ALL!"

The kanima let go of Allison and she elbowed him in the face.

Before the kanima could recover, a car came hurtling into the warehouse, running him over.

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

"Sammy, out of all your crazy ideas, this has to be your worst!" Stiles yelled.

I could see Lydia agree with him in the backseat.

"It's the only idea we have!" I yelled back.

I closed my eyes as Stiles drove through the wall of the warehouse.

"Did I get him?" Stiles asked with one eye open.

I was about to say yes, when the kanima jumped on top of the car and hissed at us.

Stiles and I scampered out of the car, running for our lives. We ran to where we saw Scott, Rae, Allison, Chris and Isaac standing. But I quickly realized that Lydia wasn't behind us. We turned to see Lydia about to be attacked by the kanima.

"Jackson!" Lydia cried out, closing her eyes and holding up a key. Jackson froze and looked at the key, tilting his head.

Lydia opened her eyes, a few tears slipping out.

Jackson slowly took the key, looked at Lydia, and began backing away.

Until Derek and Peter seemingly, came out of nowhere and slashed Jackson's stomach and back with their claws.

I watched, open-mouthed, as Lydia caught Jackson, who was now in half-kanima form, when he fell.

"Do you still-" Jackson choked out.

"I do!" Lydia nodded erratically, crying. "I do still love you."

The key fell to the ground, and he died.

I turned, burying my head into Stiles' shoulder, crying. I may have hated him for multiple reasons, but he didn't deserve to die. After all, he was one of my best friends at one point. Part of me still cared about him.

Lydia dropped the key and slowly got up. All of us stayed completely still. I wanted to comfort her so badly, but I didn't know what to say to make her feel better. I mean, she just lost her first love. That can't be easy.

"Where's Gerard?" Allison asked.

Gerard was here? I hadn't seen him.

"He can't be far," Chris answered.

Stiles was about to go comfort Lydia, but I put my hand on his shoulder, stopping him, when I heard scratching noises.

"Wait," I said. "I think he's still alive!"

Right after I said that, Jackson eyes shot open, but instead of his normal blue - or even the kanima-yellow - his eyes were a bright, glowing blue. Everyone was frozen in shock, except for Lydia, who ran and engulfed him in a hug.

I saw Stiles shift next to me uncomfortably.

"Stiles, are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine," he said, wiping at his face, "He just scratched my jeep."

Uh-huh.

|| Teen Wolf ||

I was currently cleaning out my closet, getting rid of the clothes that weren't my taste anymore. Lydia, Rae, and I were going to go shopping over the summer, anyways. Allie had said that she needed time alone to herself for now, but she promised that she would talk to me every day because she wanted help. She probably came to me because I've also lost my mother. I was going to text her the advice, though, because she told me she was going to spend her summer in France and I don't exactly have enough money to call her.

I was about to go write more of my letter, when I heard a knock on my balcony door. I opened the door to find Scott standing there.

"You know there's a front door you can use, right?" I let out a laugh. "In fact, didn't you have a key made for our house?"

He didn't laugh and I noticed that his eyes were bloodshot. My first thought was drugs, but I knew Scott wasn't that kind of person. Besides, I don't even think the effects would show on him because of his stupid wolf powers.

He had been crying.

My expression softened, "Stiles fell asleep, but I can wake him up if you need anything-"

"No," he said. "I, uh, I actually came to see you."

"Really?" I said, beginning to ramble, "Because I always thought that guys always talked to guys when they need advice on anything because I think you guys have some weird language when it comes to comforting each other. Like you guys slap each other's backs violently when you hug to make it seem more manly. I really don't think I'm suited for that kind of stuff because-"

"Sammy." Scott let out a laugh. At least he was laughing again. "Should I be offended that you don't want to talk to me?"

"You know I didn't mean it like that!" I said, "I'm just wondering why you came to me for advice. After all, I am a girl. I don't know if you would like my advice, anyways."

"Allison broke up with me!" Scott exclaimed, "And you're the only one in our friend group that's been through a breakup."

Awww, Scott! He so does not deserve this.

"I think I have the perfect breakup cure!" I announced. I walked over to my shelf and took out the star projector Scott had gotten me for my twelfth birthday.

"You still have that?" he asked in awe.

"Why?" I asked, "Is that weird?"

"No," he shook his head, "It's just that I didn't think you would actually still have it."

"It calms me down sometimes," I admitted, plugging in the machine.

After a few minutes, a bunch of stars were projected onto my ceiling and we laid down on the floor.

"So," I said, snapping him out of his gaze, "Talk."

"About what?" he asked in confusion.

Ugh, boys. Were they always this clueless?

"About your thoughts and feelings!" I told him, rolling my eyes, "The stars helps your mind calm down. I actually think it's psychologically proven."

"Of course," he said, "I just think that she's going through a rough patch. Once she heals from it, I think that we're going to get back together again."

"Maybe, Scott. But don't obsess over it too much, okay? Whatever happens, happens. Just go with the flow. If it doesn't work out, I think that you should just learn to let it go and move on. Grow from your mistakes."

"So you're saying Allison and I aren't going to end up together?" Scott frowned.

"I'm not saying that…" I denied, "There's a quote from Boy Meets World actually that sums up what I'm trying to say-"

"What's that?" he interrupted.

How can he not know one of the most iconic TV shows of our time?!

"We're gonna need to brush up on your television taste," I said, "The quote is, 'I do my thing and you do your thing. You are you and I am I. And if we end up together, it's beautiful'."

He gazed at the ceiling for a few minutes, deep in thought. "Thanks, Sammy," he murmured. "That was honestly really helpful."

I smiled. "Anytime."

"Anyways," he sat up, turning to me. "Are you okay with telling me about what happened to your hands at Lydia's party?"

I sighed. "I was going through a rough time in freshman year. I was dating Jackson and we weren't exactly in a healthy relationship. Whenever I didn't do something he liked, he would get really angry and start to yell at me until I was practically pulling my hair out and sobbing."

I looked away from him, not wanting him to see me cry.

"I felt trapped and I got depressed," I continued. "I'm better now, but whenever I get reminded of the abuse, I just dig my nails into my palms because it helps me forget it sometimes." I explained, "I guess you came to the right person because I'm kind of an idiot when it comes to relationships. I'm terrible at them."

"You're not an idiot, Sammy," he protested after a few moments of silence, "You deserve better. I'm actually kind of proud of how far you've come."

"Thanks," I said, blushing, "I'm proud of you becoming a strong werewolf and all, but I just don't want you to act all heroic in front of me. It's okay to be vulnerable sometimes."

"And you don't have to act perfect in front of me. It's okay to be flawed," he grinned. "You know, twelve-year-old me is living for this moment!"

"Why?" I furrowed my eyebrows together.

"I actually kind of had a crush on you in middle school," he admitted. My eyes widened in shock. When he saw that, he quickly continued talking, "In my defense, you were like the only girl I talked to, so I guess it was bound to happen. You never noticed, so I got over it."

"Wow," I said, trying to wrap my head around what he had just said, "I'm not sure if I should be weirded out by this or if I should feel sorry for ignoring you!"

"You know, this is supposed to be the part where you confess your feelings towards me," Scott joked.

"I don't think that's gonna happen anytime soon, Wolf Boy!" I laughed, nudging him.

For the first time in what felt like months, I finally felt at peace.

ADELINE LAHEY

"I can't believe you guys made me stay home," I said with a pout, crossing my arms. "I missed everything!"

"Addie, you wouldn't have wanted to be there," Stiles said as he and Scott began taking their lacrosse equipment out of his Jeep trunk.

"Yeah, unless you like watching old men throw up black gunk," Rae muttered, sitting down on the the green grass with her long, tanned legs crossed.

I made a grossed out face at the words 'black gunk' and plopped down next to her in the warm grass.

"Plus, you could've gotten hurt," Sammy added, settling down next to us.

Hhmph! I wish they'd stop treating me like I was so fragile all the time.

"So you really think she's gonna come back to you?" Stiles asked Scott, changing the subject.

"Yeah," Scott said, answering Stiles's question. "I think she is. But I'll be okay if she doesn't; I'll survive." None of us missed the look he gave Sammy. "What about you and Lydia?"

"Ah, well, the ten-year plan for making Lydia fall in love with me may have to stretch to fifteen, but the plan is definitely still in motion," Stiles said.

"Why don't you just ask her out?" Sammy suggested, earning a stink-eye from Stiles.

"Yeah, okay, and why don't you just keep your mouth shut and just let my plan fall into action," Stiles grumbled before turning back to Scott, "And why don't you just get into the goal and help me make team captain like you promised there, big guy."

Scott simply grinned and ran into the goal. He got into position before standing straight up again, a thoughtful look on his face. "Hey, you know what I just realized?"

"That how you're standing right now is a very bad defensive position?" Rae guessed.

Scott made a face at her. "No. I just realized that I'm back where I started."

Rae, Stiles, and I all turned towards Sammy to see if she could translate, but all we got from her was a confused shrug.

"I don't understand," I said.

"I mean no lacrosse, no popularity, no girlfriend. Nothing."

"You have us," Stiles pointed out.

"I had you before," Scott said.

"Uh, that's not technically true," Sammy said, "Before, Rae and I still hated each other. Before, we never even knew Addie existed."

Scott nodded in understanding, but his smile never faded, "But you guys like each other now, and Addie's here with us."

Rae smirked, "And we aren't ever leaving. You're stuck with us forever, lil bro."

Scott grinned at her, "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

"That's great," Stiles said, "We love each other, friendship is magic, eccetera, eccetera. Now can we go back to helping me with lacrosse?"

"Proceed." Sammy jokingly rolled her eyes.

"Now, remember, no wolf powers," Stiles reminded Scott.

"Got it."

"No, I mean it," Stiles insisted, "No super fast reflexes, no super eyesight, no hearing-none of that crap, okay?"

"Okay," Scott laughed, "Come on."

Before Stiles could throw a shot though, the sound of a text alert rang and caught everyone's attention. I glanced at my phone and realized that it came from my phone, but before I could pick it up, Rae reached over and grabbed it.

"'Liam Dunbar,'" Rae read.

"Give it back!" I cried, reaching over to grab my phone. Rae simply hopped up and ran away, laughing.

"'Do you-'" Rae started to read aloud, but I quickly snatched it out of my hands. Unfortunately for me, though, it seems that she had already read it all.

"'Do you want to hang out with me this weekend?'" Rae recited.

Sammy squealed, "Aw! Our little Addie has a boyfriend! She's growing up so fast."

"Stop," I whined, and I'm pretty I had turned red, "It's not like that!"

"He's a boy. It's always like that," Stiles said, turning to Scott, "You know how I said no wolf powers?"

"Yeah."

"Use your wolf powers on that kid," Stiles ordered.

Scott nodded. "Got it."

Even though I knew that they were joking, I couldn't help but gasp. "Scott, no!"

Sammy laughed at the whole exchange and leaned back on her arms, "Man, it feels nice not having to worry about something supernatural causing havoc 24/7."

"You got that right," Stiles agreed. "Now, I'm going to throw the damn ball, Scott."

Scott nodded and grinned at him mischievously as Stiles threw the ball.

"I said no wolf powers!"

Author's Note:

WE'RE FINALLY DONE WITH SEASON 2! I didn't think we'd get this far. I hope you guys liked this chapter and if you can, please leave a comment (especially long ones). Anyways, I'm gonna be an emotional wreck this week because Teen Wolf is ending! I'm probably going to cry once it ends. I can't wait for season 3! -S

Oh, noooo! Don't remind me, Mod S! I'm currently in denial about the show ending. This has been my all-time favorite show for the past five years (yes, even better than Game of Thrones (though, it is a close second)). On a lighter note, I can't wait to write season 3! It's the best season, in my opinion. We have so much in store for you guys ❤️ -R

I don't know why, but I feel so relieved with having season 2 done. I agree with Mod R that season 3 is probably the best season, mainly because it seemed more thought out-and there's more characters and action. God, Teen Wolf is almost done…now what am I going to look forward to? (I guess Criminal Minds, but I still need to rewatch Seasons 7-12). Hopefully you guys stay with us and stay patient! -A