Restraint

Kristie sat on the couch in the living room, waiting for her mom and brother to get back from the police station. She had gotten a text from Scott saying they were seeing Jackson's dad/lawyer about what happened, but more importantly, Allison had found out new information about the Kanima. She was expecting Derek to show up any moment, but the front door opened, revealing her mom and brother. "Upstairs." She told Scott. Scott's head hung low, as he walked upstairs. Melissa breathed out an exasperated sigh and walked into the kitchen.

Kristie got up off the couch and walked after Scott. He was sitting on his bed, his head in his hands. "What happened?" Kristie asked.

"Jackson's dad gave us a restraining order. We aren't allowed within 50 feet of him."

"Did he say anything about me and Allison?"

"No. If he knew about you two being there, he didn't say anything."

"So, what did mom say?"

"She was pissed and upset, took away my car keys, and Stiles." Scott paused. "She's worried that all the stuff that's been happening is because of dad."

"Dad?! Why would she think that?"

"I don't know. But I think she's pretty sure that's why we've been acting weird."

"Great, now mom's gonna feel guilty." Kristie sighed. "So what information did Allison learn?"

"She got Lydia to translate the Latin. Apparently we were wrong when we though the Kanima was seeking a friend. The Kanima actually seeks a master."

"A master? So someone is controlling him."

"Yeah, and we need to find out who, before they kill again."

Kristie walked out of the bathroom, toweling drying her hair, a towel wrapped securely around her waist. She went over to her dresser and when she looked in the mirror, she saw Derek laying on the bed. "Oh my gosh! You scared me!"

"Sorry." He said. Derek got up off the bed and walked over to her. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her long and hard.

"What was that for?" Kristie asked, on a high from the kiss.

"I needed to kiss you; I needed to get away from the pack. They don't understand what I'm trying to about the Kanima. This thing is to dangerous to be kept alive, no matter who it is."

"Derek…..maybe it is time you forget about the Kanima, and focus on training your pack."

"Uh! You sound just like them." He groaned.

"That's because they are being practical. Derek, the full moon is coming, and you need to be ready. You'll have three hormonal teenage werewolves on your hands. You don't need it getting out of hand."

Derek sighed and put his hands on Kristie's shoulders. "As long as the Kanima is out there, and you aren't safe, I won't stop till it is dead."

Kristie read over Scott's shoulder from the tablet Allison had just past him through the book shelf. "It was all Lydia could translate." Allison explained. "And trust me, she was confused."

"What did you tell her anyway?" Kristie asked.

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

"I am a part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." Stiles said in a serious tone.

"Oh…..great."

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

"Not really, but Stiles was right about the murderers." Allison said, Stiles dancing with happiness. "It calls the Kanima a weapon of vengeance. There's a story of two South American priest who use the Kanima to execute murderers in their village."

"Well maybe it's not that bad." Stiles said.

"Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to." Kristie read to Stiles from the tablet.

"All bad. All very, very bad."

"Here's the thing though," Allison started. "The Kanima is actually supposed to be a werewolf, but it can't be-"

"'Until it resolves that in it's past which manifest it.'" Scott read from the text.

"If that means Jackson could use a thousand hours of therapy sessions, I could of told you that myself." Kristie said.

"What if it has something to do with his parents?" Allison asked. "His real parents."

"Yeah, does anyone know what actually happened to them?" Scott asked.

"Lydia might." Stiles said.

"What if she doesn't know anything?" Kristie asked.

"Well, he doesn't have a restraining order against me, so I'll talk to him myself." Allison said.

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

"You have a make up exam, remember? Promise me." Allison said, holding Scott's hand through the book shelf.

"If he does anything, you run the other way."

"I can take care of myself."

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

"Like?"

"Anything….weird or bizarre…..anything—"

"Anything evil." Stiles said, sticking his head through the empty space in the bookshelf." Kristie scoffed and pulled him back.

"In the mean time, Stiles and I are gonna try and see if Lydia will tell us anything about Jackson's birth parents."

"Are you sure she's gonna tell you?" Allison asked.

"Why wouldn't she?"

"I'm not supposed to tell anyone." Lydia said, as Kristie and Stiles walked behind her in the hallway.

"Come on!" Stiles exclaimed. "Anyone who ever says "I'm not supposed to tell anyone" is always dying to tell someone, so tell us!"

"Why do you two wanna know?"

"We can't tell you that." Kristie said.

"Then I'm not telling you."

"But you are telling me that you could tell me something if you wanted to tell me?" Stiles asked, making even Kristie confused.

"Was that a question?"

"It felt like a question."

"Well - Tell me if this feels like an answer. No." Lydia said and made her way down the hallway faster.

"Lydia! Lydia, come on! Ly - wait!" But Stiles was pushed into the wall by Erica, her holding him down. "Ow! Ah, ah, hey, Erica."

"Why are you asking Lydia about Jackson's real parents?" she asked, her claws extending as she held Stiles down.

"Why are you bringing out the claws on camera?" Kristie asked, grabbing her hand and throwing it down.

"That's right." Stiles said, straightening out his clothes. "You wanna play Catwoman? We'll be your Batman."

"If you're wondering about Jackson's real parents, they're about half a mile from here. In Beacon Hills cemetery." Erica said, and walked off.

"Wait, what?!" Kristie asked and the two followed her. "Do you know how they died?"

"Maybe. If you tell me why you're so interested."

"Um …" Stiles tried to come up with an answer.

"It's him, isn't it?" Erica asked.

"What? Who? Him who?"

"The test didn't work, but it's still him. It's Jackson." Erica turned to Kristie. "You knew all this time, and didn't tell Derek. Won't he be pissed."

"You can't tell Derek, okay?" Kristie informed her. "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 looked at Stiles, stopping in front of the locker room door. "I used to have the worst crush in the world on you. Yeah, you, Stiles. And you never once even noticed me. Exactly how you're not noticing me right now."

Kristie followed Stiles' eyes to the floor and to the locker room door. There was water pooling out. Suddenly, Jackson and Scott fell into the hallway, the two fighting. Stiles, Kristie, and Erica went to pull them off each other.

"What the hell's going on?" Harris asked as he walked through the crowd the was forming. "Enough! Enough. What do you idiots think you're doing? Jackson! Calm down! Mr. McCall, you wanna explain yourself? Stilinski!"

"You dropped this." Matt said, handing Scott his tablet.

"You and you –" Harris paused. "Actually - all of you - Detention. Three o'clock."

As three o'clock rolled around, all seven piled into the school library. It was almost like a scene out of the Breakfast Club. "Oh, uh - we can't be in detention together. I have a restraining order against these tools." Jackson said as he sat down.

"All of these tools?" Harris asked, not amused.

"No, just us tools." Stiles said, motioning to himself and Scott.

"Fine. You two, over there." He motioned over to a table farther away.

Kristie sighed, as she was left alone with Erica at the table. She pulled out her homework. She was about to get started when her phone vibrated. It was a text from Derek.

Really? Detention? Guess it was Stiles' fault. Call me when you are done. I want to see you.

Kristie smiled and put her phone down. "Was that Derek?" Erica asked. Kristie could just hear the acid in her speech.

"Yeah, what's it to you?"

"Just wondering how long my Alpha is going to be spending time with you, when he could be teaching us how to control our sifting."

"Look, Erica. I know you probably hate me, but I am with Derek, and one way or another, he is going to help you get through this."

"I have to go to the bathroom." Kristie heard from behind her. It was Jackson. He was holding his head and breathing hard.

"Are you all right? Hey, you don't look so good." Harris asked, standing.

"I just need to get some water." And with that, Jackson left.

"No one leaves their seats." Harris said, and followed Jackson out. Erica picked up a journal and began to write, as Stiles and Scott sat back down at their table.

"Stiles says you know how Jackson's parents died." Scott said.

"Maybe." She slyly said.

"Talk." Kristie said in a stern voice, like she was talking to a child.

Erica scoffed and put down the journal. "It was a car accident. My dad was the insurance investigator, and every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting when he's 18."

"So not only is Jackson rich now, but he's getting even richer at 18?" Stiles asked.

"Yep."

"There's something so deeply wrong with that."

"You know what? I could try to find the insurance report on my dad's inbox. He keeps everything." Erica opened her laptop and began to go through it.

"Scott McCall, please report to the principal's office." Mrs. Argent's voice came from over the P.A.

Scott looked over at Allison, and then back at Stiles and Kristie, before leaving the room.

"I think I found it." Erica said. Kristie went around the face the computer.

"Whoa, look the dates."

""Passengers arrived at the hospital DOA. The estimated time of death - 9:26 P.M., June 14, 1995.""

"Jackson's birthday is June 15th." Kristie said with a sigh. Jackson walked back into the room and sat down, followed by Scott. Harris zipped his bag and stood up, prompting the others to do so too.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry. Uh, yes, I'm leaving. But none of you are. You may go when you're done with the re - shelving. Enjoy the rest of your evening." And Harris left.

They all put down there things and went to grab a cart to start re-shelving. Stiles, Scott, Kristie, and Allison grabbed one and went to a section. "So what did you find out from the report?" Scott asked.

"It said the passengers were DOA, on June 14, 1995. Jackson's birthday was the next day. It means he was born after his mom died - by C - section. They had to pull him out of her dead body."

"So was it an accident or not?" Allison asked.

"The word all over the report is "inconclusive."" Stiles said.

"Then his parents could have been murdered?"

"If they were, then it falls in line with the Kanima myth." Kristie said. "You know? It seeks out and kills murderers."

"But for Jackson? Or the person controlling him?"

"We have to talk to him. We have to tell him." Scott said, going over to the next section.

"He's not gonna l –" Allison started, but Scott had already walked away. Then next thing they knew, there were multiple crashes and books and ceiling tiles crashed to the ground. Stiles grabbed Allison and Kristie, throwing them to the ground to protect them. Kristie heard Scott call for Erica, followed by a roar in response. Kristie suddenly felt a sharp sting on the back of her neck. She heard a pained groan.

"Erica!" Kristie yelled. She got up and ran to find the girl.

"Kristie stop!" Stiles yelled, grabbing her.

"I have to find her!" There was a hiss and the three looked up, seeing Jackson face to face with Scott. Jackson knocked him into a cart of books.

"Over here." Stiles said, and Scott joined them. They all watched as Jackson walked over to the chalk board and write them a message.

STAY OUT OF MY WAY OR I'LL KILL YOU ALL.

And with that, Jackson jumped out of the window. The three came out into the open and walked towards the board. Kristie heard grunts behind her and turned, seeing Erica seizing on the floor. "You guys!" she said and ran over to her, with Stiles following. He held her in his arms.

"Whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey! I think she's having a seizure."

Erica continued to seize as Allison ran over to Matt, who was obviously unconscious during the whole thing. "He's alive." Allison informed.

"We need to get her to a hospital." Kristie yelled. Somehow, deep inside, she was feeling the pain of her Beta.

"Derek - only to Derek." Erica shakily said.

Scott looked over at Allison. "When we get her to the hospital-"

"To Derek. To Derek." Erica said again.

"Go." Allison said. Scott looked around and then ran over to Allison.

"Scott!" Kristie exclaimed.

"I'm staying here with you." Scott said to Allison.

"They can't take her alone. Not like this. And Matt - I've got to call an ambulance for him, just go."

"This doesn't feel right."

"It's okay."

"No, it's not. No, it's not right."

"It doesn't - it doesn't mean anything."

"But it feels like it does."

"Scott, go. Go."

Scott kissed. Allison on the forehead and then came back around to the others, picking Erica up, before the four left the school.

"Derek! Derek!" Kristie yelled as the four came into the warehouse. Derek came out of a train car, with a smile on his face, until he saw Erica. "She's seizing. We don't know what's wrong."

"Bring her in here." Derek said, leading them back into the train car. Scott sat Erica on the ground. "Hold her up." Derek told Stiles.

"Is she dying?" Kristie asked.

"She might, I - which is why this is gonna hurt." And that's when Derek broke her arm.

"You broke her arm!" Stiles exclaimed.

"It'll trigger the healing process. I still gotta get the venom out. This is where it's really gonna hurt." And Derek sunk his claws into her arm, making blood pool everywhere. Erica screamed, until it finally fell to a low moan.

"Stiles - you make a good Batman." She whispered.

As soon as Erica began to heal, Derek and Scott left the car. Kristie sat besides Stiles and Erica. "Thank you, Kristie." Erica whispered.

"You're welcome."

"I'm sorry for all the nasty things I've said."

"It's okay." Kristie whispered, moving a piece of hair out of Erica's face. Scott came back into the car to check on Erica, and Kristie went out to talk to Derek. "I'm sorry I lied to you about who the Kanima was." Kristie said, looking down at the ground.

"I've known for a while. I just needed someone to confirm it."

"I don't wanna keep things from each other anymore. I know I keep saying that, but this time, it's for real. I want us to be able to tell each other everything. I love you."

"I love you too." He said and put his arms around her. He leaned down and kissed her with such passion, it made Kristie dizzy.

Sorry this was mostly a plot based episode. Ive been so busy and I just wanted to get a chapter out to you guys. Thanks so much for voicing your opinions on what you wanna see happen. I think I have a idea as of right now.

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