Chapter 5: The Girl with the Snake Tattoo

AN: Things are heating up in Chem Class. Change the Title and a few minor things in this chapter. Some of the Allison bashing was too me and not Jameson.

~Carry On~

Jameson's Perspective:

Just after the bell rang Stiles came sprinting into the English classroom, skidding right past Scott and me. He had correct course before taking the seat behind Scott.

"Dudes, I just talked to my dad, who just talked to Jackson, and I've got really terrible, horrible, very, very bad news." He said very excitably.

"Can I guess?" I ask him.

"What? No this is kind of important Jameson."

"I'm going to guess anyway." I say covering my eyes, "Let's see Jackson retracted his statement about the Laheys, which means Isaac is no longer Pubic Enemy Number 1, which means that Isaac is home free."

"What? How did you guess that? Are you psychic?" Stiles asked whispering the last part. I rolled my eyes and jerked my thumb over my shoulder.

"Shit!" Stiles breathed.

"I did however guess about the Jackass thing. Was I right about that?"

Stiles just shoots me a look. I smile at Scott, who shakes his head, but not once does he take his eyes off Derek's beta.

"You two look like you're going to piss you pants. He's going to do anything now, and if he's stupid enough to try I have a little present for him." I say making my voice louder at the end to make sure Isaac didn't miss the threats. Isaac squirmed a little in his seat, letting me know he took my threat to heart, "See there you go."

"Thanks, Jameson. " Stiles said sarcastically. I gave him my best 'happy to help' smile and turned back to the front. Out of the four of us, I was probably the only one that learned anything in English that day. Isaac was sitting smugly in front of us with his "too cool for school" attitude and my spazzes were…well spazzing. At least one of us will pass the quiz tomorrow.

~Carry On~

"So, I stayed up all night reading Jameson's book and doing some online research on the Kanima. And the only thing I found online that differed from what Jameson had was this South American Legend. Their version of the Kanima is a were-jaguar that goes after murders." Stiles told me and Scott

"Well the one we saw was definitely not a jaguar." I replied, "And the last three I've heard of have all been reptilian in nature. Though, I heard a third-hand of account of a hunter up in Canada who dealt with a Kanima that took on the form of a bear."

"A bear?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, I heard there were a lot of killings in the area and the creature seemed to do a loop around the town. They said that the center of the thing's loop was this house, like where its master might live. The guy that lived there apparently had lost his family in a car accident and the creature seemed to be going after everyone involved in the accident. But considering there is a large were-bear population up that way, no one could prove it was a Kanima."

"Wait! Were-bears?" Stiles now asked both scared and intrigued. "How many weres are out there?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?" I responded.

"No, not really. But none of that explains why it came after us. I'm not exactly a murderer. Derek killed his Uncle, but that was probably a good thing and you…"

"Have killed a lot of supernatural creatures." I finish for him.

"Who were killing other people."

"Yes, but maybe I killed someone's family member and their out for revenge. It wouldn't be the first time." I said drifting off quietly on the last sentence before picking up on a louder note, "Besides I don't think it was after us, I think it just wanted us out of the way."

"But what for?" Stiles asked.

"Or maybe it came after you because you saw it kill somebody which is probably why it tried to kill you." Scott theorized to Stiles, "And it's still trying to kill you, and it probably won't stop until you're dead."

Stiles stopped and looked at me as Scott went on his way.

"Isn't that your job, to come up with death filled theories?" I ask him. Stiles pursed his lips before nodding his head side to side. He then headed after Scott saying something about how he's beginning to question their friendship. I smile and follow after them.

~Carry On~

After Spanish I meet up with Scott and Stiles in the hallway and we walk to Economics. The boys grabbed a seat near the window and I took the one behind Stiles. As the bell ring Jackass comes in and takes a seat to the left of me and behind Scott.

"Hey, testicle left and right," He greets the pair, the boys lift their heads up and from Scott's expression I can see he's waiting for the next insult, "What the hell is a Kanima?"

My eyes grow wide how in the hell does he know that? The boys spin swivel around in their seats to look at him, and just when Scott opens his mouth to say something, Coach demands the attention of the room. The boys look forward, but I keep an eye on Preppy. Jackson catches me looking at him, and pulls his head back giving me a "weirded out" look.

"Okay, listen up. A quick warning before we begin our review." The Coach bellows, "Some of you, like McCall, might want to start their own study groups, because tomorrow's midterm is so profoundly difficult…I'm not even too sure I could pass it. Okay, I need volunteer at the board to answer the first question. Who's got it, huh?"

Nobody answered.

"Come on, let's go, buddy." Coach spoke again. Must have found a victim.

The boys seeing the Coach was distracted turned back to Jackass.

"H-Ho-How did you hear that word, I do not know?" Stiles asked. Jackson ignored him and looked at Scott.

"Derek dragged me down to his little wolf den and gave me this weird liquid, afterwards I couldn't move. And earlier I overheard Derek's pets mention Lydia," Jackson answered, "Paralyzed from the neck down. Do you have any idea what that feels like?"

"I'm familiar with the sensation." Stiles said nodding his head.

"Wait…Why would Derek test you? Why would he think that it was you?" Scott wondered.

"How should I know?"

"Wait, do they think it's Lydia?" Stiles asked. Lydia? Oh, right, the girl Stiles in enamored by.

"I don't know, all I heard was her name and something about chemistry." Jackson answered. I looked up when I heard a soft step coming our way and I look up to see the Coach wearing a look that said 'why am I not surprised.'

"Jackson!" He yelled, startling the three boys, "Do you have something you want to share with the rest of the class?"

"Um…Just my undying admiration for…my coach."

"That's really kind of you." Finstock said in a scarily calm tone. Jackson looked smug and mouthed 'A little bit.' Oh Jackson, Jackson, Jackson, even a newbie like me can see where this is going.

"Now shut up!" He screamed at Jackson, "Shut it!"

The Coach turned back to the board, and I snickered softly into my hand. Jackson turned his head to glare at me. Scott then pulls Stiles closer to him by the neck.

"How do we know it's not her?" He asks Stiles.

"Because I looked into the eyes of that thing, okay? And what I saw was pure evil. And when I look into Lydia's eyes, I only see 50% evil." Stiles answered before turning back to his work, but he abruptly turns back to Scott, "Alright maybe 60. You know, but no more than 40 on a good day."

"Stiles, you realize water stands up better than that argument, right?" I said sticking my head in the middle of their conversation. Stiles sighed before shoving me back.

"I'm aware of that, but I swear it's not her." He said looking between the pair of us, "It can't be, I swear. Lydia's fine."

"I wouldn't be too sure of that." I said pointing to where a commotion was happening up front. The boys looked forwards and saw Lydia hyperventilating, and all over the board behind her was the word EMPLEHENOEMOS.

"What is that? Greek?"

"No, actually, I think it is English." Stiles then held his phone out to the middle of the aisle for me and Scott to see the picture he had taken of the board. He pressed the flip button and the message Lydia was trying to send became clear: SOMEONEHELPME.

"Still think she's fine?" I ask him, "Cause where I come from that's some certifiably crazy behavior."

"Shut up, Jameson." Stile grumbled before facing the front.

"Loving someone doesn't make them a saint, Stiles. It just means you've chosen to overlook their sins." I tell him. He shoots me a quizzical look but goes back to his work. Scott shrugs and faced faces forward. They are woefully unprepared for all of this.

~Carry On~

"Derek's not going to kill her without proof." Scott tries to calm Stiles, as we walk into Harris' class.

"Alright, so he tests her like he did with Jackson. But when and where?"

From the corner of my eye I catch sight of Derek's puppies. I purse my lips.

"Hold on, I'm going to guess again." I say covering my eyes, "The spirits say the where is here and the when is now."

I uncover my eyes to see the boys looking at me strangely. I give them a look and jerk my thumb behind me. Stiles gives me a questioning glance.

"I'm not psychic." I tell him. He raises any eyebrow at me. "I'm not psychic. Just observant."

He accepts that answer this time and moves on. The three of us turn to watch Derek's pups, we see they are looking at something and follow their line of sight to Lydia. Lydia who had two empty seats next to her. All at once the five of us race for those seats. Scott and Stiles got there first, so the Wonder Twins took a seat at the table behind them. The only seat left was next to Isaac. He looked down at it and then up at me with what was supposed to be a beckoning cocky smile. I shot a look at Stiles that said, 'what do I do?' His only reply was a flailing shrug.

I huff and take the seat next to Isaac. His grin turns in to a smirk, he moves to face me and leans in close. He opens his mouth to speak.

"If the next words out of your mouth aren't 'Jameson I'm sorry for being a shit new friend.' I don't want to hear it." I interrupt him before he could even utter a sound.

"Okay, Jameson, I'm sorry for being a shit new friend." He said grinning again.

"Are you a werewolf or the Cheshire Cat?" I asked him. That only causes him to grin wider.

"Why do I make you nervous?" He said leaning in closer.

"You do realize I have a gun and several other weapons on me right now, right?"

He puts his hands up in surrender still smiling and turned to the front.

"Einstein once said, 'Two things are infinite," Mr. Harris called out to grab our attentions, "the universe and human stupidity,' and I'm not sure about the universe. I myself have encountered infinite stupidity."

Harris pats Stiles shoulder as he walks by. It is mildly entertaining how much he hates him.

"So to combat the plague of ignorance in my class, you're going to combine efforts through a round of group experiments. Let's see if two heads are indeed better than one. Or in Mr. Stilinski's case, less than one."

I snorted at that, causing Stiles to whip his head around to glare at me. I try to play it off as nose probs, but I knew he wasn't buying it.

"Erica," Mr. Harris continued, "you'll take the first station. You'll start with..."

Harris got cut off by the sound of scraping chairs as all but three of the class' male population and quite a number of females raised their hands to be paired with Erica.

"I didn't ask for volunteers. Put your hormonal little hands down." Harris ordered, "Start with Mr. McCall. All right, next two. Winchester and Stilinski."

Harris continues down his list and we call start shuffling to our spots. Stiles and I find a table and get things set up.

"Thanks for backing me up with Harris earlier." He said sarcastically.

"What are friends for, good buddy?" I shoot back, "What are we even doing?"

"I don't even know, let's just do it and keep Lydia from getting killed."

'Whatever." I say and start measuring like the instructions told me to. At some point I look over at Scott and see a very interesting development. "Hey, boss?"

"Yeah," Stiles answers slightly exasperated.

"The were-tramp is feeling up your boy toy."

Stiles gave me a dirty look before looking over at Scott and Erica having an intense conversation.

"Boss, you want that I break both her legs." I say in bad Italian mobster voice. He shoots me another look, but the corners of his mouth twitch like he's trying to contain his amusement.

"Shut up, Jameson,"

"You know it was funny. I saw your lips twitching." I tease him. He purses his lips for a moment.

"Well, I guess it's better than cutting off her head and seeing if that works."

"Well it worked for Wolverine."

"Wolverine!" He exclaims in frustration, "I knew I heard that line before."

I chuckle, I was about to say that I wouldn't mind going all Wolverine in here, but the bell rang. Stiles got up and I saluted him. He nodded and moved to the next station. My next partner was…the Argent girl. Well ain't this just spiffy. She gives me a small tentative smile and I just kind of nod my head at her. I can already feel my arms getting itchy.

"You're Jameson, right?" She asks as I start to measure some more ingredients out.

"Yep."

"Scott says you're a hunter, too."

I winced at the word "too," it implied that she though could pass as one.

"Yep." I say as I itch at the chills crawling up my arm. I could feel my nose twitch as if I was about to sneeze. Here it comes the side effects.

"He also said you've dealt with a Kanima before."

"Yeah, back East." I reply, scratching even harder at my arm.

"Was it like the one we saw the other night?"

"It looked more like a chameleon." I say still keeping my answers short. She goes to ask another question, but Harris dings the bell.

Oh yay! God's off vacation and he still heard my prayers. I continue on with my work, until the next person sits down next to me.

"If the next words out of your mouth are not 'I'm a pretty pink princess, who enjoys watching The Notebook,' don't say a word." I say without even looking up to see who it was. I hear a small chuckle.

"I'm a pretty pink princess and I enjoy watching The Notebook." Isaac said

"Damn, I didn't think you would do it."

"I'm just full of surprises."

"Oh, I know it. Like I didn't expect you to become the new class assbutt."

"Assbutt?"

"I said what I said."

"Look if she is the one killing people, I'm not going to lie and say I won't enjoy killing her."

"Is that Derek or Isaac talking?" I ask him. He didn't have an answer. "Because if that is Isaac talking and you actually try to take her out, I will have to put you down. And I don't mean for a nap. Derek fears the name Winchester for a reason; don't make me show you why."

Isaac just stared at me, until the bell dinged again and moved on to the next station. Scott comes round next and I give him a tight smile as I finish up the experiment.

"Wait, if they're there," Scott says in a panicky tone that causes me to look up, "then who's with…"

Both of us look for Lydia and see the seat next to her was occupied by none other than…Isaac "Soon To Be A Wall Decoration" Lahey. Or maybe a werewolf skin rug, I haven't decided yet. We watched the pair closely. Making sure Isaac didn't so anything shady.

Bring!

"Time!" Harris calls out, "If you catalyzed the reaction correctly you should now be looking at a crystal."

I looked at my creation and he was right. I picked him up with the tongues that were there and held it up for inspection.

"Now for the part of that last experiment I'm sure you'll all enjoy," Harris continued, "you can eat it."

I shared a look with Scott, and he just shrugged and took the crystal and snapped it in half for us both to have a piece. As Scott was about to eat his, I notice him tense up. I followed his line of sight to see Isaac handing Lydia the crystal. It looked fine at first but once I looked closer I notice a substance dripping off it. Shit!

"Lydia!" Scott yelled as the redhead tasted the crystal. Everyone including Lydia turns to look at him.

"What?" she asks. Scott notices everyone looking at him and then notices something else…she wasn't paralyzed. It was her.

"Nothing." He answers and takes his seat next to me. We both watch her eat the rest of the crystal, until something catches my eye. A sleek black Camaro. I elbow Scott and point out the window. I watch his shoulders slump in defeat. What are we going to do now?

~Carry On~

After class Stiles grabs me and pulls me after Scott and Allison. When did we stop using our words? The next thing I know I am being shoved into what looks to be one of the athletic offices.

"Derek's outside waiting for Lydia," Scott informs the others.

"Waiting to kill her?" Allison asked. Sweetheart I'm the blonde here. If anyone is supposed to ask dumb questions it's me.

"Yes, where have you been?" I ask her exasperated, "He thinks she's the Kanima so he's going to do what I would do… cut off her head and see if that works."

"You're not cutting off her head." Stiles yell at me.

"Yeah, Stiles I got that!" I yell right back at him.

"Besides it's not her."

"Prove it." I challenge him. He looks flabbergasted and looked to Scott for help.

"Stiles, she didn't pass the test, man. Nothing happened." Scott added.

"No, it can't be her."

"It doesn't matter, because Derek thinks it's her." Allison interjected, "So either we can convince him that he's wrong, or we've got to figure out a way to protect her."

"I say plan B, because unless you got a sledge hammer, Fido ain't changing his mind." I said giving my vote. Stiles snapped his fingers and pointed at me in agreement.

"Well, I don't really think he'll do anything here at school." Scott said.

"What about after school?" Allison asked. Is she really almost crying? What kind of hunter is she?

Scott doesn't have an answer for her. Allison throws her head down in defeat and then flips it back-up looking a little more hopeful.

"What if we can prove Derek is wrong?" She asked.

"By 3 o'clock?"

"There could be something in Jameson's book, something you guys overlooked."

"The only way to prove it's her or not, is to find the Master. If we make a move on them the Kanima will show up. But we don't know who the Master is."

"I guess I can talk to Derek. Convince him to give us a chance to prove it's not her." Scott said to us, "But if anything happens, you guys let me handle it, okay?"

"Yeah, not happening buddy." I tell him, "If the Wonder Twins or anyone else from the Brat Pack comes after us, I'm not waiting for you."

"Fine, but you tw-"

"They'll be fine, Scott. I got this." I tell him.

"And besides I can take care of myself." Allison said, pulling out a crossbow from her bag. She placed it on the table for all of us to see. Well, the Argents were never ones for subtlety.

"I just don't' want you getting hurt." Scott replied. Great, now they're getting sappy. Scott opens his mouth to say something else sickening, but I move between them cutting the conversation.

"Please, no chick flick moments that's what movie nights are for." I intrude, "You go talk to Alpha Douche. And…put the crossbow down Stiles. Or so help me I'll rabbit punch you to the throat."

I didn't even need to look back over my shoulder to know what he was doing. I just knew that it would be too much of a temptation to fulfill one of his nerd fantasies. Scott and Allison share a conspiratorial smile.

"Uh...sorry. Sorry." He apologized. I heard the sound of him placing the crossbow down.

"Thank-you. Now let's move out I'm already itching and the swelling, sneezing, and possible vomiting can't be too far behind." I say flinging the door open. I heard Stiles snort, catching the reference from our conversation about contact with the Argents.

"What was that about?" I heard Allison ask.

"She's got…allergies." Stiles explained awkwardly, "Jameson wait up!"

~Carry On~

Stiles and I were assigned to Lydia watch for the rest of the day. And I surprisingly grew to like her. She had a biting wit that often stumped Stiles and I quite enjoyed watching him flounder. But I could also see why he liked her so much; she was a very interesting character.

The story Stiles came up with for why Lydia should stick with us was the we needed help studying for Coach's horrendous mid-term tomorrow. And frankly I hoped we did get some actual studying done as I hadn't been in school all year. And I've never been in an economics classroom until now. So I could use the Spark Notes version. But I had some reservations about this whole plan.

"How long do study groups usually last?" I ask Stiles as we're walking to go collect Lydia at the end of the day.

"A couple hours, maybe."

"Well, what are we going to do after that?"

"I don't know."

"Then how is this a good plan if this only buys us three hours tops?"

"You know what, Jameson, we could use a little less of your negativity." He reprimanded me, "This will buy us some time and if things don't work out with Derek, you and Allison, are back up."

"Yeah like Allison is going to be such a big help." I say sarcastically.

"Again, with the negativity."

"It's just…you saw her in there, she was a wreck, just a little more pressure and she would have cracked. Twenty bucks says she breaks and suggests for us to call her Dad."

"And twenty bucks says she doesn't. Okay? Have you got it all out? Cause we need to get out of here."

"Sure, sure. Lead on, Boss."

Stiles looks pleased at the title and adjust his jacket and wipes under his nose before continuing on to the library where Lydia was meeting us.

"Hey, Lydia." He greets.

"Stiles. Jameson."

"Now that, that's over let's go." Stiles said before forcibly herding me and Lydia into the library. As we walked through the room Allison and Jackson joined us on the other side. I kept glancing suspiciously at Jackass, because I couldn't imagine him doing this out of the goodness of his heart.

"Why is he here?" I whispered to Stiles, who just shrugged, "Okay, good talk."

"If we're doing a study group why can't we just stay in the library?" Lydia asked.

"Because we're meeting up with somebody else." Stiles answered.

"Well, why don't they just meet us in the library?" She served back. I looked at Stiles with a grin on my face.

"Yeah, Stiles, why?" I asked. He gave me a dirty look.

"Oh that would've been a great idea. Too late." Stiles answered. Lydia smiles smugly, before a confused expression came across her face.

"Wait, hold on…" Lydia began. Jackson huffed and grabbed her arm and start rushing.

"Lydia, shut up and walk." He said to her as he hurried her along. Crude…but effective. I turn to Stiles who just throws his hands in the air, and follows after the pair. I shrug and walk after them. This should be an interesting night.

The four of them piled into Stiles' Jeep and I followed behind them in my Mustang. Stiles drove through Beacon Hills to Scott's house and parked along the street. I parallel parked in front of him, putting myself a little up on the low sidewalk for the safety of from my car from imbecilic drivers. Now that I'm thinking about it, I should have parked down the street from Stiles. I sit there for a bit contemplating my parking, when Stiles tapped on my back window. I looked back at him and he motioned for me to hurry up. I gave him a grumpy pout before sighing heavily and getting out of the vehicle. Stiles gives me a 'what's your deal look?'

"Do you see my car? Do you really think I want to park it here? "I ask him. He pursed his lip and nods his head before turning to follow the others inside. I roll my eyes and go after him. As soon as we are all inside, Stiles locks all the locks and chains on the door.

"Oh yeah, that's not suspicious. You can tell us the truth, Stiles, you've joined a cult and need us for human sacrifices, don't you?" I say to him.

"No," He says grumpily, before turning g to Lydia, "There's been a few break-ins around the neighborhood."

We all nod and stand awkwardly around for a moment, before suddenly Stiles lunges for a nearby chair and stuck it under the door. I put my hands up and took two steps back. Lydia gives him a strange look and points at the chair.

"And a murder."

Nice Stiles. Allison looks away while Jackson just huffed angrily. Stiles scratches his head before speaking again.

"Yeah, it was bad."

Great recovery.

"Lydia, follow me." Jackson told her, "I need to talk to you for a minute."

"Seriously?" She asked with a huff, "What is going on with everyone?"

The pair walked up stair leaving us the Terrific Trio to hold down the fort.

"Thanks a lot for the help, James." Stiles said sarcastically.

"But you were doing so well on your own." I reply, "Break ins and a murder. Well done, truly."

"Jameson, what did we say about negativity?"

"I'm not being negative, I'm being sarcastic. I'm sure you're familiar with the concept.

Stiles sighed and dragged his hand down his face.

"I could have at least used a little back-up."

"Oh she was already suspicious, between the stories and Ms. Academy Award's funeral face here. There's nothing I could have done to make it better, unless you want to stage an intervention."

"An intervention for what?"

"Exactly?"

"Oh God!" Allison exclaimed.

"Yeah, about that he's kind of been on vacation for over two thousand years and he didn't leave a forwarding address." I tell her. She gives me a confused look, and just points out the window. Stiles and I peer out and spot Derek and the Brat Pack outside.

"I'm going to call, Scott." Allison backing away from the window. I give Stiles a smug grin.

"It's not her father, so pay up." He whispers.

"Day's not over yet pal." I say smugly. He just rolls his eyes.

"You need to get here now." I hear her tell Scott, "Right now. "

She nods to something Scott says and hangs up the phone.

"He on his way," She says before going back to peering out the window. The boys are just watching us with cocky smirks, but Erica is just asking for a fist to her face. If she laughs at us again, I'm going shoot her or throw something at her. Whatever feels the most satisfying at the time.

"Oh, jeez," Stiles says softly, rubbing his hand over his head. He turns and sees Allison pushing buttons on her phone, "What are you doing?"

"I think…" she starts before stopping because she's so afraid and nervous, "I think I have to call my dad."

"HA! Pay up Stiles. I told you she wimp out." I say victoriously.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked narrowing her eyes at me.

"I'm saying there's no crying in hunting. And you've done that twice today. I honestly don't know what I was expecting more, none of you Argents have ever amounted to much." I say with a shrug of my shoulders. She opens her mouth to reply, but Stiles cuts her off.

"Ladies, now is not the time for this. Look we told Scott we could protect ourselves, so let's do it. Shoot one of them."

"Are you serious?" Allison asked.

"I'm game." I said pulling out my gun from my waistband, "Which one?"

"WAIT! You can't use that?"

"I won't hit anything vital. I never miss and besides Argent over here is shaking like a leaf. She couldn't fire it even if she had the guts. Now which one?"

"Derek…definitely Derek."

"Shoot the leader, and the pups won't know what to do. Strategic. But on the other hand, he could go down and say get 'em." I countered in mimicking Derek's voice, "Erica and Isaac are weak sauce, not that great at fighting. Boyd on the other hand doesn't need to be good, because he's a monster. I offer him as my candidate. Or both."

"Do it. And with Derek shoot him in the head."

"I'm liking this side of you Stilinski. I say, I pull the curtain back a bit to get a goof look of where I'm shooting, "Wait, where'd he go?"

"What?" Stiles asked, and both he and Allison looked to see what was going on. I move to the next room without them noticing leaving them as bait for the Beta who had most likely been sent to check the back.

"Where the hell is Isaac? Jameson? Where'd she go?" I heard Stiles yell from the other room. I heard footsteps coming down the hall and I cocked my gun. I waited as Isaac appeared; when he went to grab Allison I pulled the trigger.

"Ahh..." Isaac screamed in pain as he crumpled to the floor. Stiles and Allison jumped and hugged the wall.

"Go!" I yelled at Allison, indicating the stairs. She runs up them to check on Lydia and Jackson who have undoubtedly heard the gunshot, "I told you Isaac, if you tried to kill her I would have to put you down. Now the only questions is would rather be a mounted on my wall or become a werewolf skin rug. I'm not that choosy."

"I was thinking more along the lines of a fur coat." Stiles said.

"I could be down for that." I responded, not taking my eyes or gun off Isaac, "Now you're going to give your Alpha a message for me. The Kanima is my hunt and unless he wants me to call for brotherly back-up, he should back off. Do you think you can remember that, Bingo?"

Isaac just gives me a pained look.

"I asked you a question." I said cocking my gun and pointing it at his head. Isaac nodded, "Good, now nighty night, Isaac."

~Carry On~

Scott's Perspective:

I finally made it to my house and was heading in the backdoor, when I heard Jameson talking to Isaac.

"Good," She said, "Now nighty night Isaac."

I heard two loud thunks and run into the room. There's Jameson with a gun in her hand and Isaac lying unconscious on the ground.

"What the hell did you do?" I yelled. Did she kill him?

"What'd she do? What she did something awesome." Stiles said putting his hand up for a high five, I respond in kind. "She like disappears only to come out guns blazing, takes Isaac out with a shot to the side. And she threatens to turn him into a rug. We totally had this."

"So he's not dead?" I asked.

"No, he may be a shit friend, but he's my shit friend." Jameson says almost sadly, "I just pistol whipped him after I shot him. He'll just wake up with a lot of aches and pains."

"Okay, so where's Allison?" I asked. Jameson rolled her eyes, and opened her mouth to answer but Stiles cut her off.

"She's upstairs, Jameson sent her to watch Lydia after she shot Isaac."

I nod and head upstairs.

"Hey Jameson, Stiles, I'm glad you're okay." I heard Jameson say in a boyish voice.

"Thanks, Scott that means a lot to the both of us." Stiles replied back.

"You're welcome buddy."

"Aww…"

The pair started laughing. I rolled my eyes and continued to head upstairs. Allison was coming down the hallway, as I reach the top step. I run to her and wrap my arms around her.

"Are you okay?" I asked. I could smell the anxiety and fear coming off her in waves.

"Yeah, I'm fine. But Scott the creature was here. "

"Where is it now?"

"I don't know but I used some of the venom it left behind and I've got Erica paralyzed on the floor of your room." She said. I nod and go get Erica. I carry her downstairs with me and grab Isaac's collar as I come up on him. I chunk the two of them out of my house in front of their Alpha. I step out on the porch and hear the footsteps of the others following after me.

"I think I'm finally getting why you keep refusing me, Scott." Derek calls out to me. "You're not an Omega. You're already an Alpha of your own pack. But you know you can't beat me."

"I can hold you off till the cops get here." I answer him. His grin turns into a frown as her hears the police sirens coming closer. Then we all hear a noise coming from the roof, the four of us rush off the porch out to the lawn where Derek's pack was to see what was up there. It was the Kanima. It stopped walking across the roof when it noticed us and roared at us. Jameson lifts her gun up to shoot it, but Stiles uses his arm to push her arms down. He shakes his head at her, and motions his head in the direction of the siren. The Kanima roars again and then disappears in down the other side of my house.

"Get them out of here." I hear Derek say. I turn to look at him, when footsteps on the porch draw my attention.

"Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" Lydia demanded. It's not Lydia, which means…

"It's Jackson."

~Carry On~

Not many changes here, just some small edits. This chapter was already awesome.