Disclaimer: "I do not own Teen Wolf. The show, the characters, and any quotes from the show belong to Jeff Davis and his amazing team of writers. I only own Nixie, and anything I make her do or say."

Chapter 11: Episode 4x11

Coming to the station didn't end up happening at all over the weekend after they'd ended the dead pool. Nixie had remembered that she had two papers to finish. But she'd forgotten about the biology paper she had as well, which made it three papers to write. On top of that, she had notes to copy, Malia to help tutor, Scott and Stiles to review and edit, and even Kira and Lydia were in need of some assistance catching up on their work as of late.

Nixie consider though, that since they were all in danger of being killed by one assassin or another, that they're still in pretty good shape, since no one is failing any of their classes. Yet. And on top of the actual paper type of work they needed to catch up on, Nixie had some running hours she needed to put in so she didn't fail gym.

The easiest class in the world, and Nixie was not about to fail it because Coach thought she hadn't run enough this year. If she has to, she'll threaten the man. She really will.

In any case, she spends her first three days after the dead pool in her room, working on her papers. She literally does nothing else, except come out for an occasional snack, and obviously to use the restroom and take a shower.

Kira came into the room to check on her once, and there was a highlighter in her mouth, another behind one ear, a pencil behind the other. And she was holding a red pen, clicking it rapidly as she read over a section of the paper she was working on. Books were scattered all around her on the bed, as though she were strategizing for World War III.

Honestly, the scene might've been funny… if Nixie didn't also still look exhausted. Everyone else had caught up on their rest so far. Everyone, except for Nixie. And when Kira asked her about it, Nixie admitted that she'd gotten, maybe, five or six total hours of sleep since the dead pool. Which, if you add up all the sleep she'd already missed previously… it wasn't good.

But Nixie was insistent, "I just have to finish the papers. If I can do that, everything else will come together easily, and I can sleep without any worries at all. Well… given that no one else tries to kill us before then."

Kira wanted to argue further, but Nixie explained that each paper was worth a quarter of her final grade. She couldn't risk not finishing them in time. So Kira left her alone.

But come Sunday, when Nixie was getting closer to finishing her papers, Noshiko knocked gently on the door. "It's open." Stepping inside, she looks around the room briefly, and then smiles gently while asking, "Did you get any sleep last night?" "Two hours."

When Noshiko frowns, Nixie says, "Oh, I'm fine. Completely, no worries. I just… I had a really good thought and wanted to write it down before I forgot it. And then the ideas just kept rolling in, so I kept putting them down. But I promise, when I stop having good ideas, I'll try to go back to sleep."

Noshiko laughs a little, and then asks, "Would you consider taking a small break for lunch?" "Um… I would. Maybe in a minute. I just had…" "Another thought. I figured as much." Nixie shrugs sheepishly, and is about to go back to writing, highlighter back in her mouth, when Noshiko adds, "Which is why, when Kira suggested he bring you something, I agreed. And it's also why I have no problems, letting him in here to see if he can help at all."

Nixie looks up in confusion, but then her eyes widen as Noshiko opens the door wider, and Jordan steps just inside the room.

Noshiko, as far as the adults went, was actually the most understanding, when it came to the age difference bit of Jordan and Nixie's… relationship. Conversation pending. In any case, the woman was over nine-hundred years old. Her husband was in his forties. Compared to them, the gap between Jordan and Nixie was infinitely smaller.

Noshiko also knows, based on why Nixie is staying here, and on what little Kira has mentioned about Nixie's past 'injuries', that Nixie hasn't actually been a child for quite some time. She had to grow up fast, far faster than she should have. But in that sense, Jordan was good for her. Even from the beginning, unlike most people, he seemed to see her more for who she was as a person. And that person, was certainly not a child.

Jordan nods to Noshiko and says, "Thank you." Noshiko nods back, and then whispers, "I know she has a lot of work to do still. But try and get her to sleep a little, if you can." Jordan nods again, and then steps out of the way so Noshiko could shut the door behind her.

Turning back to Nixie, he holds up a bag of food from the same Italian place he'd gone before. Nixie just stares at him a moment more, her focus slipping so much that the highlighter falls from her teeth and to the book she was looking at. Blushing hard and scrambling to pick it up, she asks, "Um… what are you…" Jordan grins at her and then steps further into the room. Setting the bag on a nearby dresser, he pulls out a container of food, same as she'd eaten last time.

Coming over to her, setting it on the small portion of space he can find in front of her, he asks, "You want the same one as last time? Or would you like to try the other one?" Nixie stares at him a moment longer, and then her stomach grumbles. Jordan opens the box for her, and smiles when Nixie picks up the fork and says, "This one."

He takes the other box for himself, and then sets it on the nightstand by the bed. Looking down at Nixie, lying on her stomach, her head towards the end of the bed, he can't help but laugh. Books were circled around her, and red marks were everywhere. Shaking his head, he says, "Kira wasn't joking. It's like we're on defcon four in here."

Nixie laughs, and then looks around herself, at her scattered notes and books. Sighing, she says, "Yeah. I… get carried away sometimes. All in the effort of a wonderfully finished product." "Oh, of course." Jordan then takes a seat at the head of the bed, on the side of her and past where her books are laid out. His back to the headboard, he asks, "Is all the work for the paper itself on the computer, or do you have a draft printed out yet?"

Nixie turns her head to look at him, and then grabs the draft of her English paper. Handing it back, she says, "I… still need to look over this one though. It's not…" Jordan takes it anyway and simply says, "It's a rough draft. I got this."

He's read the first two paragraphs, when he glances back up and finds Nixie still looking back at him. Raising an eyebrow, smirking when she blushes, he asks, "What?" "It's just… I mean… don't you have work?" "It's my day off." Nixie nods to that, but then asks, "Then… I don't know. Don't you have… I mean, surely you have something better you'd rather be doing than proofreading my papers on a Sunday. I mean… it's…"

Jordan narrows his eyes at her, and the grin on his lips told her that he found her entirely too amusing. Setting his food and her paper aside, he scoots up on the bed, as close as he can get to her without ruining her books. One arm braced on the opposite side of her, his forearm resting lightly against her waist.

She couldn't have stopped blushing to save her life as he came even closer. Leaning down nearer her face, he explains, "Nixie… aside from looking forward to our conversation on Friday, I really don't have anything else I'd rather be doing on my day off." Nixie raises an eyebrow and asks, "You want to proofread papers?"

And now she was the one fishing… but for a completely different sort of information. And unlike when Jordan had been fishing, and Nixie held back… Jordan didn't really see the need. Narrowing his eyes playfully at her, he says, "I want to be near you. What we happen to be doing, is of little consequence to me."

Nixie hadn't even realized she was biting her lip again. Not until he drew in even closer. Letting out a long sigh through his nose, he adds in a low voice, "I told you that you have to stop doing that."

Lord, he was going to kill her. Nixie lets her lip slip from between her teeth, a small gasp escaping her lips. Jordan then runs a soothing hand up and down her back, his thumb working out a small kink he finds on his way. Nixie is practically at her wits end, when Jordan leans down again. Kissing her temple, he then whispers in her ear, "Now… get back to work."

Nixie's mouth drops open and she looks back at him again as he moves back to where he'd been sitting previously. He was almost through her first page, when he felt her foot gently kick him in the hip. Chuckling, he nudges her hip with his own foot, and after she glanced back with a smile, they went back to what they were doing.

She still uses too many commas, and after reading the paper, Nixie moves several of her books to the other side of the bed so Jordan can lay down next to her. On his back, he shows her the sections in her paper that need to be broken into more sentences.

It was during one of those lessons when Noshiko knocked and stepped back inside. Even Jordan hadn't realized just how long they'd been in the room. Noshiko brought them each a plate of Chinese to eat, and asked how it was going. Nixie drops her head onto the bed and says, "If I could cure myself of my need to use commas instead of periods, everything would be wonderful. Alas, I think I'm cursed for all eternity."

Then she lifts her head to look at Jordan and says, "FYI, that means you have to read a lot of papers in the near future." Jordan simply laughs and says, "Wonderful. Something to look forward to."

Noshiko smiles gently at both of them, and then steps back out to let them work. In the kitchen, Ken looks at her and asks, "Well? What on earth could he possibly still be doing here? They had to have finished eating." Noshiko raises an eyebrow at her husband and says, "The way you talk, you'd think Nixie was your own daughter."

Ken relaxes a little, but then says, "I can't help it. I'm as anxious as everyone else is to learn about these scars she's been hiding. Does she have any idea that we're all planning to see them? All of us?" Noshiko shakes her head, "I don't think so. Nor is anyone telling Parrish." "Why wouldn't we tell Jordan?"

Noshiko laughs and says, "Because we are, basically, going to make Nixie put herself on display for us so we can see all she's been through. Who knows what she'll have to do to show them all to us. Lydia says she has it worked out… but I doubt Jordan will be very pleased with the idea." Ken nods, "Right. Good plan." "Exactly. Now come on. They're fine in there. Jordan is helping Nixie get rid of all the commas that I've heard you complain about."

And now Ken laughs, "Ah, yes. She does have too many commas. She had a sentence once that took up a third of the page. Just one sentence. And I mean… technically it made sense. But still, it should've been broken up more than that." "Exactly. So let them work. They're fine."

It was getting dark outside, and Nixie is so close to finishing. So close. But the lines are finally beginning to blur on her computer. Technically she could still type it out, if she was careful. But she wouldn't see her mistakes and be able to back up over them and fix them.

Jordan, still on his back next to her, looks up at her and asks, "Hey. What's wrong?" "Oh, nothing." "Nixie…" "It's nothing. I just… everything's blurring together now. I've stared at the computer screen too long." Sighing, rubbing at her eyes, she says, "I just need a minute."

Jordan smiles gently, and then says, "You need to rest a bit, Nixie." "I will. I really will. I just… I have to finish this. They're all due tomorrow." Jordan nods and rolls enough to be on his side. Wrapping his arm around her, hand gently squeezing her opposite shoulder, he says, "You're almost done."

She nods, and then smiles when she feels Jordan press a kiss to her shoulder. He did it almost without even thinking. As he lays back down, he looks to her face again to find her biting her lip.

Nixie looks at him in surprise when he groans as he drops his head back onto the bed. Throwing a hand over his eyes, he sighs, "Nixie… You're killing me here." She frowns briefly, but then realizes what he's talking about. Letting it slip from her teeth, she says, "Sorry." Jordan lets out a short chuckle, and then says, "I just… need you to try. Until Friday." "I am." "I know."

Smiling down at him, Nixie looks him over. He was dressed in street clothes again, a dark green t-shirt and black jeans. His jacket was at her desk for now, along with his boots that he'd been told to remove before he put them on the bed. He looked handsome… hot… tempting…

And comfortable. And maybe that wasn't a word most people used and meant as a compliment. But he did. He looked warm, and comfortable, and inviting.

Jordan heard her push her computer away, and he was about to uncover his eyes to see what she was up to know. But he jumped a bit in surprise when he suddenly felt her head land on his chest. Scooting closer to him, resting a hand lightly over his heart, Nixie curled up towards him. Sighing tiredly, she says, "Just… please wake me up. Just a few minutes. I…"

His arms encircle her, one hand holding her side, the other resting over the hand she has on his chest. Sighing himself, feeling rather at peace with her in his arms, he says, "I'll try. Promise." "Okay."

When Noshiko comes to check on them again, she sighs in relief. Nixie's lack of sleep, or ability to function on so little, was something she still couldn't fathom, even though Kira had tried to explain it. Even so, she'd known the girl was about at her limit.

So what if she was lying in bed with Jordan. At this point, Noshiko would take Nixie sleeping, in whatever way she could get it. Which is why she closed the door softly, and told a curious Ken that they were still working on her papers.

And it wasn't just a few minutes. Nixie slept peacefully for the next hour, and when she woke, she was still loath to move. Snuggling closer to the source of warmth, she felt Jordan shift slightly, and then his arms tightened a little around her. And Nixie couldn't help but grin when she heard the sleep in his voice as he said, "Sorry." Shrugging, Nixie says, "It's okay."

They lay there a moment more, and then Nixie sighs and says, "I have to finish this stupid paper." Jordan chuckles and says, "Okay." Sitting up, resting on her elbow above him, she then says, "You make a rather nice pillow. Just FYI." Jordan laughs again, but finds himself unable to argue with her about it.

Her hair was a bit of a mess, which was probably his fault. He'd run his fingers through her hair for a while before falling asleep himself. And she still looked a little tired, clearly still trying to wake back up. But the brightness of her eyes was still there, and she looked beautiful.

And she was still wearing his shirt. He hadn't mentioned it when he first came in. He'd wanted her to focus on her work. But now she was waking up, a hot mess, and in his shirt.

She could call him whatever she wanted to. He just didn't want her to move yet.

When he doesn't say anything back, Nixie blushes a bit under his intense gaze. Ducking a bit, she says, "Okay. Um… I should get to work." Jordan nods, and when she finally moves and pulls her computer back towards her, he says, "You've almost got it, Nix."

Smiling over at him, Nixie finishes up her paper in three more paragraphs. Then she lets Jordan read them and show her where to best break apart a couple of sentences. And then he laughs when she thumps her head down on the bed in relief, closing her laptop with finality.

When Ken, worried again about what they might be up to, comes to check on them shortly after that, Jordan is gathering up the trash in the room. Nixie is telling him not to, and that it's not his problem. Jordan just gives her a look and says, "I'm driving past the dump on my way home. Just let me get the trash." Then he nods to Ken, who nods back and leaves them be, satisfied again.

Jordan has just finished gathering it up, when he feels Nixie's arms wrap around him from behind. Resting her head against his firm back, Nixie sighs, "Thank you, Jordan." Smiling, Jordan places one of his hands over hers, and answers back, "Always, Nixie." Her soft laugh, muffled against his back, is her reply. And Jordan chuckles before turning around to face her.

She stifles a yawn with her hand, and then shrugs and says, "Now I guess I'll try to go back to sleep." Jordan nods, though he can't help grinning when she yawns again. He couldn't help it at all. She was beautiful to him. And utterly adorable.

And still in his shirt, which he finally determines to be sexy as hell. He knew she wouldn't agree with him… but after they finally have their discussion, she was simply going to have to get over it. Whether she agreed or not, that's what he thought she was. And it didn't hurt that this time, she didn't actually need to be wearing his shirt. It was proof that she simply enjoyed wearing his clothes.

He's suddenly very happy that he never got rid of those shirts. Reaching forward, he gently cups her neck in his hand. Nixie's eyes widened initially, but then closed as he leaned over towards the opposite side of her neck. The warm air that left his mouth washed over her skin, and Nixie relaxed even further into him.

Jordan waited until she was completely at ease, and then whispered in her ear, "And before I go… I just think you should know. My shirt, looks really good on you."

She froze instantly, and Jordan chuckled at her reaction. Then he laughed harder when she punched him in the chest for obviously doing it on purpose. She was laughing too though when he pulled back, and then said, "Um… thanks. Okay, um… I'll see you later? I'll probably definitely be at the station tomorrow, so…"

Jordan nods, but he's not finished yet. Taking her by the arm, he guides her back to her bed. Moving her still scattered books out of the way, he settles her down and covers her back up. And then he tucks her in again, the same way he had the night she'd stayed at his house.

She might've blushed from all the attention, if she weren't so tired. In any case, her eyes begin drooping instantly. But as Jordan makes to leave, he pauses when Nixie's hand takes hold of his. Setting down next to her a moment, he smiles when she says tiredly, "Thanks, Jordan." Leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead, he says, "Always, Nixie. Always."

Nixie is surprised by how quickly the rest of the week seems to fly after that. It's amazing how fast time goes by, when you don't have three huge essays looming over your head. She still had work to do… but compared to the papers, Nixie found it easy.

And every day after school, she would take up a position on the couch that was near Jordan's desk. Well… until he got there and gave her a look before moving her books to the cleared off section of his desk. When Thursday rolled around and he found her on the couch again, he told her he would have it moved if she insisted on being so difficult. Nixie didn't want to be in his way… but it was becoming very clear that Jordan never considered her to be 'in the way'.

Noah, though not totally against it, still kept an eye on them from time to time. And it was on Thursday that he finally caught Jordan just outside the bullpen. "Look, Jordan. I know that in the realm of supernatural, things are different. Stuff is going to happen that can't be explained. And other things are going to happen because… well, they apparently just need to happen, according to Lydia."

Noah points towards where Nixie is at the desk, and then crosses his arms and says, "But don't, for a second, think I don't see what's going on between you two." Jordan nods in understanding, but then says, "I get it, sir. But… honestly, right now. Nothing is happening. Yet."

Noah was a little surprised by the honest answer… but he supposes he shouldn't have been all that shocked. Jordan was his best officer, and an honorable and moral man. If he lied, it was out of necessity. And the man rarely did.

Still, Noah raises an eyebrow and asks, "Yet?" For the first time, Jordan was finally the one trying to ward off a blush. He'd known this conversation would come eventually. It had been explained to him by everyone at this point, that Noah was, basically, Nixie's father. He was the strongest fatherly figure she had ever known in her life. And Noah was certainly living up to that role now. Jordan's kind of wondering when Noah's gonna pull out a shotgun and threaten to kill him if he ever hurts Nixie. He'd already been threatened by Stiles. Not quite as severe of a threat, but it was there, nonetheless.

Steadying himself, Jordan says, "We… Nixie and I are going to talk. Friday. We're going to… figure this out. Figure something out. But not before we talk." Confused, Noah asks, "Why Friday?" Jordan chuckles and says, "Because, right now, she's very concerned with passing her math test tomorrow. And on making sure all the others can pass it as well. I swear, if they get anything less than a B, she's gonna be pissed. Well, she said Malia could get a C, and she'd still be happy."

Noah finally chuckles at that, and then reaches out and puts a hand on Jordan's shoulder. Squeezing gently, he says, "As… well, I'm sure Stiles has told you that I'm her honorary father." Jordan nods, and Noah continues, "As her dad… I know you're good for her. In ways that her friends can't be. In ways that even the rest of us adults can't be. Plus, Stiles and Lydia have been informing me of how wonderful they think you two are going to be together. Anyways, I see all that. And I get it, I do."

Jordan blushes again, and harder this time. Then Noah says, in a sterner tone, "All that aside, I'm still the sheriff, and she's still seventeen. So… whatever you two finally figure out. Whatever solution or plan you end up going with… Don't let me see it. Especially not here. In private, it can be different. But here… or anywhere that someone outside of this group might see you… you had both better be careful."

Jordan nods in understanding again, and then can't help but grin when Noah adds, "And yes, I own a shotgun. And I will shoot you, if you hurt her."

When he gets back to his desk, he looks at Nixie in confusion for a moment. To his knowledge, nothing had happened to her recently, and yet she was blushing a bright shade of red, as though suddenly embarrassed about something.

Then he remembered that she could hear like the others. She'd listened the entire conversation Noah and he had just had.

Nixie hears him let out a scoff of laughter, and then blushes harder when he whispers, "It's not nice to eavesdrop." Huffing in annoyance, hating that she couldn't stop blushing for just two seconds, Nixie says, "It's not like I can always help it. I hear things. Always have. And FYI, it's also not nice to interrupt me while I'm in the middle of a rather difficult math problem."

Jordan leans over, intending to help. But then he pauses, and slowly brings his eyes back up to her. Tilting his head, a smirk growing on his lips, he asks, "Oh… you mean this problem? This one right here?" "Well, yes…" "The same problem you were working on before I left to have a conversation with Noah?"

And yep… there's the blush again. Jordan leans in closer, and to anyone else, it looks as though he were trying to help her with her math. But his lips turn towards her ear as he whispers, "I admit, you do appear to be stumped on this one. It hasn't changed at all, since I left."

Nixie is going to combust. That's what she decides. And Jordan does nothing to help. Chuckling, he then reaches over to put a finger on the paper. Which in turn, brings him even closer to her. Hot air rolls down her neck and it takes everything Nixie has to not tremble at how close he is to her. Then he whispers, "Let's see if I can help with that. Pretty sure this number goes here."

Nixie knows what to do. Math was one of her strongest subjects, biology being her first. But, rather than admit that and have him lean away, she lets him walk her through the rest of the problem.

She didn't even realize she was biting her lip again, until Jordan says, "Stop biting your lip, Nixie. Or Noah might actually end up having to shoot me." But he doesn't blame her when she can't stop right away. Because now she was trying not to laugh.

Jordan chuckles at her, and then turns back to his work before his brain short circuits and he does something stupid. Like kiss her, in the middle of the sheriff's station. Yeah, that would not go over well.

When it's finally time for her to go, after having packed up her things, she turns back to him. Brushing some her hair behind her ear, Nixie says, "Um… the lacrosse game starts at seven, I think. So… um… I guess I can come by, around six? Will you be…" Jordan runs a gentle and soothing hand up her back and says, "I'll be here. I'll be ready."

Nodding, Nixie then smiles and says, "Thanks, Jordan." Grinning back at her, he says, "Nixie… Always."

And now it's here. Friday. The day that will, in all likelihood, end by putting a smile on Nixie's face. A revealing conversation, a solution to the fact that Nixie was still seventeen, a lacrosse game to attend, and maybe afterwards, she could convince Jordan to let her visit at his house again. All in all, plenty of good things to look forward to.

And yet, here she stands, nervously debating over which outfit she's going to wear. Well, not the whole outfit. Her dark-wash jeans and boots were a given, as usual. As was her jacket, which had since been mended again, thanks to Lydia. So the real debate was just about which shirt she was going to wear.

She had one of Jordan's shirts pulled out, a black one with his name written across the back. And then she had the shirt ensemble that Lydia had come over earlier to help her pick out. A dark blue camisole, with a prettily designed trim; and a black, low-cut, button-up vest to go over it.

Obviously, Nixie knows which one she'd rather wear tonight. Jordan's shirt was comfy, even if it was technically too big for her. And aside from that, Jordan had already told her, quite recently, that he enjoyed how she looked in his shirts. That being said though, Lydia had come over and declared that Jordan needed to see more than just how good she could look in his shirt. He needed to see how sexy she could look in more fitting, more fashionable clothes.

Nixie didn't point out that Jordan has already seen her torso in nothing but a bra. If he was going to consider something sexy, then Nixie figures it should be that, just based on the lack of clothing she was wearing. She didn't point it out, because she didn't want Lydia to revamp her efforts in the fashion department. Lydia had come over and raided her closet, and was keeping herself incredibly in check with what she was picking out. She wanted Nixie to look sexy… but she didn't want her to be uncomfortable.

So, in that sense, Nixie is simply grateful that Lydia hadn't picked out a dress and some high heeled shoes. And the camisole and vest weren't all that terrible. Nixie just didn't understand how they made her seem all that sexier when Jordan had already seen her in less. But, Lydia declared that the outfit would make her look 'sexy as hell'. She also declared that if Nixie didn't wear it, she would no longer be giving out fashion advice.

Nixie's immediate response was to remind Lydia that, as far as Nixie was concerned, there were worse fates. But she had caved with a laugh and conceded to think about it.

And though she was extremely worried that she wouldn't be able to stop blushing if Jordan kept looking her over… she put the camisole and vest on, and then grabbed her jacket and went out the door. Everyone else was either already at the game, heading to the game… or in Scott and Kira's case, trying to have a real first date.

And Nixie still can't believe Scott and Stiles didn't tell her about the huge ass bag of money that they'd hidden under Scott's bed. On Wednesday, she'd come in to Scott's house with him, both intent on studying for the math test. And they'd found Melissa at the kitchen table, the bag of money there for everyone to see.

Nixie's not really mad that Scott kept it so long. She's not really mad at all. She just wishes that they'd told her. Yeah, she would've told Scott to give it back to Derek. Or… maybe just get Derek to hide it so Peter could never find it again, if it all belonged to Peter. Nixie wasn't psyched about giving it back to that sociopathic nut-job.

But all Scott's worries about the roof of the house, the electric and gas bills, Stiles' MRIs, the Eichen House payments… Melissa explained that she and Noah knew that Nixie was working overtime to wrap up those loose ends. The gas company had over-priced the bill the last two times they'd come. Nixie triple checked her findings before marching over them to have them fix that. There wasn't much she could do about the electric bill, except offer her own money towards it.

Melissa didn't accept that, but appreciated it nonetheless. And as for the MRIs and Eichen House bills… well, those were in the works too. Eichen House was proving easier than the others, simply because Brunski had tried to kill them all in there. Noah seemed to think it was ridiculous that the building thought they would sue for what happened.

He found out later, however, that Nixie threatened to sue them for all they had, owned, were worth, and would ever be worth. And he's sure her eyes hadn't hurt the situation, glaring at whatever poor man she'd been arguing with until he caved. And as for the MRIs, Noah was going to have to pay a little out of pocket money for that. But not a penny over what his coverage said he had to. And at this point, the man in charge of handling their policy didn't even try to argue anymore when she called on the phone. He just asked what page he needed to turn to so he could verify what she was saying, and then promised to fix everything.

So… yeah, Scott didn't need his huge back of dead pool money from Garrett. Not while he had Nixie.

As Nixie prepares to slip on her helmet, thankful that this week is finally over and she can spend some time just relaxing with her friends, she pauses when she hears a voice behind her. "Well… I have to say. Peter made it sound like getting to you would be so hard." Nixie turns to see Kate standing there. And as she comes out of the shadows, so do three of her berserkers with her. Smirking, Kate says, "But this… well, it's almost too easy. In fact, it's rather disappointing."

Nixie stares a moment more, and then says, "Well… I certainly wouldn't want to disappoint you." And with a hard crank of her bike, she takes off down the road. But she can already hear from behind her that Kate has cranked up another vehicle to follow her in.

It takes longer than Kate will ever admit. Nixie's willingness to nearly fall off her bike with how steeply she was willing to turn… it was causing all kinds of problems. Not to mention the speed that Kate was forced to go to try and keep up with her.

In the end though, Nixie finally had to turn at a point when Kate was close enough to see the opening. When Nixie was driving straight in front of them, she was a narrower and easily missed target. But when she turned, she became a wider target.

When Nixie hears the shot of gun going off, from a shotgun judging by the sound, Nixie is braced for whatever pellets or shrapnel might hit her as she speeds around the curve. But it doesn't hit her. It hits the rear tire of her bike. And as it blows out and metal tears across the pavement, Nixie loses control. Her steep turn immediately goes into a slide across the road, Nixie falling off and tumbling and rolling after her bike and into the ditch nearby.

She would've gotten up… would've run on foot into the woods. But her head had slammed against her bike in her tumble, and as she struggled to get to her feet, the world tried to spin out from under her. She can't get her feet to cooperate… can't get them to find the solid ground again so she can run.

Nixie was prepared to crawl, to try and hide in a nearby yard or something, when both of her arms were grabbed. Two hands on each bicep, she's lifted easily into the air and carried back towards the road. And no matter where or how hard she kicks, Nixie's efforts are useless against the berserkers.

Kate appears in front of her swimming vision. Popping the trunk of the jeep, Kate grins evilly at Nixie. Wiping a smudge of the blood from Nixie's forehead, Kate says, "Peter sends his regards by the way. He has a… very symbolic way he wants you to die. So don't leave us just yet, sweetheart. Because even I am going to get a kick out of this."

Then she says to her berserkers, "Put her in. Tie her up. And one of you keep your eyes on her at all times."

Nixie is thrown into the back carelessly, her hands and ankles bound after her head thumps against the hard floor of the jeep.

The last thing she sees before finally blacking out, is one of the berserkers looking down at her… his head tilted at an angle that almost makes him seem more curious than threatening.

Almost.

To say Jordan is getting worried, would be an understatement. Nixie said she'd be here at six. He'd made sure he took off work, and was outside by his SUV, waiting for her bike to come rolling up any minute. He'd been waiting for fifty minutes. And the latest he'd ever heard Nixie to be, was maybe five minutes late when it came to the people she cared about.

They still needed to have a talk, but he wasn't stupid. He knew that he mattered to her. So something was definitely going on. But with the dead pool out of the way, he couldn't see what the problem was now. At least, not a problem that would make her this late. Certainly not a problem that would keep her from answering her phone. He'd taken to calling every five minutes, and not once had she answered. He's left voicemails, sent texts… nothing in response.

And he knew her rules by now. Unless she absolutely couldn't answer the phone, she answered the phone. If he'd called her in the middle of her math test, she probably still would've answered the phone. At six-fifty-five, he's about to call again, when his phone rings instead.

It's not Nixie though. He has her number saved in his phone. Tilting his head, he answers and says, "This is Parrish." "Parrish! Thank God! Do you know where anyone is?" Blinking in surprise, Jordan asks, "Stiles? How do you have my number?" "Nixie gave it to me! And that is so not important right now! Do you know where anyone is?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, do you know where anyone is?! Scott, Kira, Nixie! All the people I've been trying to call and who are not answering. I've tried Nixie, like, thirty times in the past hour, and I got nothing. Which is not good! Very bad! No one is where they are supposed to be!"

Standing up from leaning against his car, Jordan asks, "What do you mean? Where is everyone supposed to be?" "Kira and Scott are supposed to be at the game by now. And even if their date went that perfectly, they should still be here by now. And Nixie is supposed to be with you. Which, judging from your tone of voice, it doesn't sound like she is. And she's not answering her phone. She always answers the phone. Four in the morning, tired as hell, she'd still answer the phone. I am worried. Very worried!"

Nodding, Jordan says, "Listen, keep me posted if anything changes. I'm going to head back the way Nixie should've come and see if she maybe ran out of gas." Stiles sighs and says wearily, "She wouldn't let herself run out of gas. Just… let me know if you find her." "I will, Stiles. Let me know about Scott and Kira." "Alright."

He doesn't find her, or her bike, on any road that she might've taken from Kira's house to get to the station, or to the game. Widening his search after that, he finally finds her bike. And the sight he finds before him has his heart stopping in his chest.

It was crashed in a ditch near an entrance to the preserves. A narrow entrance at that. A car couldn't get in this way. But Nixie's bike could have. She'd clearly been trying to get away from something… or someone.

The fact that it was crashed wasn't even the worst part. It was how it had been crashed that scared him more. Because the tire at the back wasn't just blown. Pellets from what Jordan assumes was a shotgun, are stuck in some of the metal rim. And what scraps are left of the tire look more blown up then a simple tire blowout would make happen.

Nixie was in trouble. Worse yet, she was nowhere in sight.

And even worse than that… her phone was lying in the ditch near her bike. All of his and Stiles' messages left unread and unanswered.

It takes him a minute to decide the best course of action. Clearly a crime had been committed. But… this was also clearly not a situation that the sheriff's office was going to be able to handle. Something told him the thing they would be dealing with would definitely not make sense to anyone outside the realm of the supernatural.

Finally, he returns to his SUV, and backs up close to her bike. Lowering the backseats, he loads her bike inside, and then takes off again.

He drops her bike off with the mechanic, telling them to fix anything that might be wrong with it, and then gets back behind the wheel to think. Nixie's phone was with him, so tracking her via GPS was out of the question. The only other people who might know where she was, even if she weren't in danger, had no clue where she was either. And, from the looks of things, Scott and Kira were nowhere to be found either. Something was definitely going on here. Something bad.

And given that Meredith was back at Eichen, Jordan could only think of two other names that he'd been told of recently. Two people still out there that Nixie definitely did not trust. One was Kate Argent, and the other was Peter Hale. And Jordan didn't have a clue where Kate might be, or how to find her. But… he did know where Peter was. Ever since the interrogation with Meredith, Jordan had been keeping tabs on him, trying to figure out what else the man might be up to.

With no other leads to really follow apart from that, Jordan heads for the entrance to the sewers, where he knows Peter has continuously been going all week. Parking and turning everything dark and quiet, Jordan pulls out some binoculars, and he waits. Because as much as he hates it… that's really all he can do at this point.

When Nixie wakes up, it's with the incredibly dissatisfied knowledge that she was, in fact, kidnapped. Stupid Kate and her stupid berserkers. Nixie would have to make sure Chris taught her how he'd ever managed to kill one of those things in the first place. It was clearly something she needed to know.

Nixie takes a moment to adjust to the darkness within this place, which takes a surprisingly short amount of time, even compared to her normal. She knows already that her hands are shackled and stretched above her head in a 'Y' shape. Her lets are shackled the same way, though not quite as spread apart. So she sort of looks like an awkward 'X'.

Then she realizes that she's back in this damn church in Mexico, where Derek had been buried before the school year started. Huffing, Nixie mutters, "Great. I don't even know what I am yet, and she's going to try and strip it away from me too."

"Not quite, sweetheart." Nixie jerks her head to the right, where she sees Kate step inside the doorway to this particular room. Smirking as she looks Nixie over, Kate says, "You see… Peter finally figured it out. He finally figured out exactly what you are. And with that clarity, he finally understood why he would never be able to get to Scott… so long as he would have to first go through you."

Nixie raises an eyebrow and says, "Yeah. Good luck with that." "Oh, Peter agrees. In fact, he told me we couldn't possibly succeed with our plan anymore. Not unless we took you out of the picture first. That's why he sent me and my berserkers to get you before we did anything else. Peter considers you a very real threat, despite being a late bloomer."

Nixie scowls at her and says, "Your new boyfriend sure is brave. Sending you to do all of his dirty work. Kidnapping a girl with half his size and strength." Kate chuckles and says, "Half his size, maybe. But half his strength? No, I don't think so." And when Nixie looks confused, Kate says, "Oh, you really have no idea, do you? Sweetheart, when you punched him last week, you didn't just hurt him. You dislocated his jaw in the process."

Nixie's eyes widen in response to that, and Kate nods before saying, "Oh yes, dear. You have power. Truly untapped potential. And if you weren't such a goodie-goodie, I'd say it was a shame that we needed to kill you. But… if you're a threat to Peter, than you're a threat to me as well."

As Kate steps closer, Nixie hardens her gaze and braces herself… prepared for whatever this bitch might come at her with. But Kate simply laughs and says, "Oh no, sweetheart. I'm not going to be the one hurting you." Glancing back at one of her berserkers in the doorway, she says, "He might. But, that depends entirely on how quickly you give in to the inevitable."

Frowning, confused once more, Nixie says, "You just said Peter wants you to kill me. To get me out of the way. If you aren't going to hurt me than what the hell are you going to do? Stare me to death?" Kate scowls slightly, but then calms herself down. Smirking a little, she says, "I'm supposed to kill you. I never said how it was to be done. And if Peter is correct about what you are, then he has a more… poetic way, that he wants you to suffer and go out in. You see… if he's correct, then he knows the one true weakness you really have."

Nixie couldn't really comprehend what she was talking about. Here she was, chained up in a deserted church, in the desert, in Mexico. How much more vulnerable and weak could she possibly get? Glaring at Kate again, Nixie says, "You should just do it yourself. Because heaven will most certainly not help you if I live through this and find you again."

Kate laughs openly at her, and then comes closer and says, "You know what? I'll even tell you what Peter thinks you are. He thinks…" Kate pauses for dramatic effect, which only causes Nixie to roll her eyes. Then she finishes, "That you're a dragon."

A dragon? A dragon. An actual, freaking, dragon?! Nixie stares at her for a moment, and then gives her a look and asks, "Seriously? Seriously. Are you actually, completely, being serious with me? We not only have wolves, foxes, cannibals, and wailing women. But we also have, dare I say it… dragons?" Kate nods, slightly thrown by the sudden calm that has entered Nixie's voice. But she quickly recovers and says, "According to Peter, at least. Dragons… well, I won't bore you with the details, since you'll be dead long before you'll need any of it."

Laughing, Kate adds, "Peter says that you have very little family of your own anymore, and what little you have is… well, deranged." Nixie feels a snarl try to climb out of her throat at that, but she holds it in. Then Kate says, "But you care about everyone in your pack as though they were your own flesh and blood. He's seen how you've hurt for them, protected them, willingly thrown yourself before them, offering yourself in their place… if it means you can save them. He knows that you would kill for them if you had to, and die for them without a second thought."

Smirking, she says, "And that's one of the key ingredients about you, that has led him to believe that you are, in fact, a blue dragon. Consequently, even as dragons are already rare, blue ones are exceptionally rarer still. And they are the most protective of all dragons. They are the strongest, and hardest to kill, because of how much they are willing to sacrifice to keep those they love safe. And that is why Peter says we have to kill you now, while we still can."

Nixie glares again and asks, "And just how exactly does he plan on doing that, since you aren't even allowed to hurt me apparently?" But Kate still smirks and says, "By exploiting the one weakness that a blue dragon has. By playing on the one fear that even you, deep down, have had all your life. Aside from losing your people. Aside from not being able to protect them. He wants to play on the one fear that is completely and totally your own, for yourself."

Nixie remains confused for all of a second, but then Kate whispers, "Being alone."

Nixie hadn't really been self-aware of that fear. She'd never really been alone. Her mother had gone to Eichen when she was young, and there was a time-period there in which she'd been lonely. But she'd met Stiles shortly thereafter, and hadn't been alone since. So the fear wasn't really something she'd ever acknowledged, or even known to exist.

But when Kate said it… Nixie could feel her heart clench, as though the words were somehow a poison to her very being, and her heart was trying to contract in on itself, keeping away from that poison. And though she tries to hide it, Kate can see the realization enter her eyes. Chuckling, Kate says, "You hate the idea of being alone. Of being completely and totally forgotten by those that you would die for. You hate and fear that one day, you may not matter to any of them, the way they have always mattered to you."

Walking to the other side of Nixie, she says, "It's a deep-seated fear. One I'm sure you never really even considered, until just now. One that you probably think is stupid. At least, the human side of you, thinks it's stupid. But the dragon half of you doesn't understand that yet. It doesn't understand that, just maybe, your friends won't hate you for what you are, and what you will become if you happen to live."

In front of Nixie now, Kate smirks and asks, "And I wonder still… what might Jordan Parrish think, when he finds out just what you are?"

The temperature in the room plummets down immediately, but Nixie still glares and says defiantly, "We have dealt with worse things. And you are right. It is stupid. I know I'm not alone. I've never been alone."

But as she says that, she can hear Kira from somewhere in the church, shouting, "Scott! Scott!" Kate glances over worriedly for a moment, but then smirks and comes back to Nixie. Peter had told her that she had to plant a seed of doubt in Nixie's mind, and plant it firmly in order for this to work. So, as a final touch, Kate says, "But you see? She's not here for you. She's here for Scott. I'll bet that she doesn't even know that you've been missing for two whole days already. I bet she'll never know that you're down here at all."

Two days? Nixie glances at Kate, trying to discern if that was true or not. She didn't think it was… but Kate always had a deceitful air about her. Sometimes it was hard to tell with her, what was truth and what was false.

Kate smirks again, and then steps away to leave the room. Glancing back, she says, "We'll see how much longer you last now that you know just how worthless you really are to them." And with that, she walks out, barring the doorway with a heavy slab of rock, leaving Nixie alone with nothing but her thoughts, and one of the berserkers for company.

Two days? Nixie had to think about that again. She didn't think it was possible for her to already have been gone for two days. She'd hit her head hard, but not that hard. And even if she had already been gone for two days, Nixie reminds herself, "Doesn't matter. Derek was gone for months, and we still managed to find him. They will find me."

A thought at the back of her mind pops up against Nixie's will. The reminder that she'd heard Kira already, running around within the church. Shouting for Scott, but not for her. But Nixie shakes her head, trying to clear it, and says, "No. No, she probably just doesn't know that I'm here. Maybe Kate kidnapped her as well. Hell, she probably kidnapped Scott too. Maybe right after she knocked me out."

It was a sensible thought, and it gave Nixie hope. Nodding to herself, she says, "They'll find me. Everything's gonna be okay."

The berserker in the room steps closer to her, but she simply repeats to herself, "I'm gonna be okay."

Then a long claw is brought down, and though not deep, the cut he tears into her right thigh makes Nixie wince. Gritting her teeth, glaring at the berserker before her, she says, "They will come for me, and I will be fine."

The berserker leans down closer, right in her face. And the dark intent of his deep voice actually sends a shiver up Nixie's spine when he says, "We shall see." Nixie hadn't even known these things could speak at all. Now that this one had, she really hopes she never has to listen to them ever again.

When Peter finally left the next morning, Jordan was both relieved and anxious at the same time. Relieved, because something was finally changing. Anxious… because he didn't know what the hell that meant yet.

Stiles and Lydia had been keeping him updated all night. And it wasn't just Nixie that was clearly gone and taken. After the game, Derek had returned to his loft to find it in shambles. Windows busted in, bullet casings everywhere… the place was a mess. And blood was all over the place, and everyone knew that if Kate and her berserkers were involved… well, let's just say it wasn't looking good for Scott and Kira.

Discarding his uniform, leaving him in just his dark red shirt and jeans, Jordan takes out his gun and carefully enters into the sewers.

Things were finally changing. But Jordan still can't believe his eyes when he finds, not Nixie, but Chris Argent in the sewers. An old steel piece of rebar is protruding from his abdomen, and is curved in such a way that Chris can't move the damn thing, and it's keeping him trapped and secured to the wall.

Chris glances up at him when he hears Jordan coming, and then says wearily, "They're gone." Jordan steps in further, still looking around for signs of trouble. But after a minute, he holsters his gun again. Taking note of all the blood Chris has already lost, Jordan asks, "How long have you been like this?"

Shrugging weakly, eyes closing in an exceptionally long blink, Chris says, "I don't know. Might've blacked out a few times." Jordan stares at him a moment longer, still kind of shocked by the scene. He'd known this 'Peter' guy was bad news. Nixie and everyone had told him enough times to get that idea permanently engrained into his brain. But still… this was awful.

Of course, he also recently discovered that the worst scar on Nixie's stomach is because of what Peter had done to her. And if this is what Peter had done to Chris Argent… who knows what he had planned for Nixie and her friends.

Looking over Chris again, Jordan asks, "Peter Hale did this?" Chris nods, and then looks up at Jordan curiously and asks, "You were following him?" Jordan nods, "Almost every day, ever since Meredith Walker."

Chris nods in understanding, and then takes a breath before trying to speak again. "Listen to me. Kate's going after Scott. Might already have him. Peter and Kate… together. You've got to warn them." Jordan sighs and says, "They do already have them, if Stiles and Lydia are right." Frowning, Chris asks, "What about Nixie? Surely she…" Jordan tenses for a moment, and then runs a worried hand through his hair before saying, "I'm pretty sure they got to Nixie first."

Sighing, Chris says, "They knew… they knew they'd need her out of the way if they wanted a chance to get to Scott. She never… would've let them…" Taking in another breath, trying to keep himself awake, Chris says, "Warn the others. You have to…" Jordan shakes his head, "I can't. There's no service down here." "Then just go."

Jordan gives him a look, and then says, "If I leave right now, you'll be dead by the time I get back. And besides, I don't even know where I'd be going." "The church." Blinking, Jordan asks, "What?" "Kate would be taking them to the church. It's where they found Derek, buried in Mexico. La Iglesia. The church." Jordan nods in understanding, but then looks over Chris again.

Shaking his head, he says, "We're getting you out of here." "Parrish, you need to…" "I can't go after them on my own. I'm new to this and not in any way prepared to handle what I might find. And aside from that, I don't have a death wish." At Chris' confused expression, Jordan says, "I'm pretty sure Nixie would kill me if she found out I just left you here to die. I've already been slapped in the head by her once. I'd rather keep it at just the one. So come on. Let's get you out of here."

The doctors at Eichen House were just talking about moving Deaton, in his comatose state, to the sixth floor. That's when Lydia walked in and said, "You're not taking him anywhere." The doctor turns to her and says, "Well, unless you're a family member, I don't really think you can make that decision."

Lydia shrugs and walks up to the bed and says, "We're close enough. Let me talk to him." Sighing, the doctor says, "He's not responding to any stimuli. If you want to talk to him, that's fine. But we have no way of knowing if he's hearing anything we're saying." Lydia nods, but then says firmly, "Trust me on this. He'll hear me."

After they finally leave the room, Lydia takes a seat on the edge of the bed. She presses her lips firmly together for a moment, and then sighs and says, "I… still don't really know what I'm doing. It's mostly just… a lot of instinct and… gut feelings." Looking over Deaton, she adds, "But Nixie has always told me… not to overthink these things. So when I felt like I had to come back here… I came."

Leaning closer to Deaton, speaking in his ear, she says, "My best friend is missing. Her motorcycle was shot to hell, and on top of that, Scott and Kira are gone too."

When Deaton still doesn't respond, Lydia huffs in frustration and says, "Peter is up to something. He's hurting the people that matter to me… and you know Nixie would never stand by and let that happen. Now, I don't know what you hoped to accomplish by coming here. I don't know if it was just about Derek, or if it was more than that. But we need you back now. We need you to help us figure this out, so we can stop Peter and Kate. Because I have already lost one of my best friends. I am not about to lose my other one. So wake up, Deaton. Wake up!"

She hadn't actually expected it to work… but no sooner had she shouted it in his ear, then Deaton suddenly shot up in the bed. Gasping for air, he glances around himself for a moment to gather his bearings. Eyes landing on Lydia, staring for a moment, he then begins moving and says, "Come on. We have to hurry."

As she follows him out of the building, Lydia asks, "What do you know?" "Plenty. Kate has them all at the church. And we need to hurry if we're going to save them all in time." "Nixie can handle Kate." "Nixie is being tortured."

He opens the passenger door of his car for Lydia, but turns to find her frozen in place a few feet away. Coming back to her, Deaton says, "Lydia, I promise you, she can take it. But she is running out of time." "What do you mean? Nixie… she's as tough as they come." "Physically, I would have to agree. And mentally as well. But I know what she is now, and we are running out of time." "What is she?" "Lydia…" "Deaton, just explain it!"

Pausing for a moment, Deaton then sighs and says, "I… am not certain of Kate's whole plan. But one part was made very clear to me. And that is how she is trying to kill Nixie. And I'm not even sure how Kate discovered this possibility, but I do know that she wants Nixie to die in a very certain way, specific to the creature Nixie is turning out to be." "What way is that?" "By giving in to the one true fear her supernatural half has."

Deaton puts his hands on Lydia's shoulders and says, "Nixie is a gift, Lydia. To all of us. Same as Scott being a true alpha, is a gift to us. And as far as Nixie goes, there are very few things in this life that actually frighten her. Most of the things she is afraid of, revolve around her ability to protect all of you, the people she cares about more than anything."

Holding up a finger, he says, "But, her supernatural half has one very real fear. A fear that is solely Nixie's own, and has nothing to do with the rest of us." "And what's that?" "Abandonment. The feeling and reality of being totally and completely alone. And not just because she's left alone… but because the people who matter most to her, have suddenly ceased caring for her in return."

Lydia blinks and says, "But that's stupid. Nixie knows we'd never…" "Yes, I'm sure Nixie does know. But Nixie is rare… rarer than even I thought to imagine. And as such, she comes with a different set of rules. I don't know them all. But I do know that before she and her supernatural half become one; before they are in sync, the threat of abandonment will remain very real for the supernatural half of her. It's why Kate stole her away now, this early in the game she's playing. Not just because she needed to so she could get to Scott. But because she knows that now is her best chance to kill Nixie."

A tear falls down Lydia's cheek, and she asks softly, "What is she? How do we find her?" "Kate has them at the church. That's where you'll need to go. And… as for the other question." He pauses, and then says in a proud voice, "Your dear friend is a dragon, Lydia. And not even just any dragon, which would already be rare. No… Nixie is the rarest, even among her kind. She's a blue dragon."

Pulling her forward, Deaton says, "Now come on. I didn't go through all of this so I could figure that out and then be too late to save her. We have to talk to the others. Come on."

Jordan has been trying for the past hour to remove the rebar from Chris' stomach. But it's no good. He can't pull it from the wall, so he'll have to bend the bar so Chris can slide off of it, painful as that might be. But even that is proving impossible. Panting as he stops, Chris' pained screams becoming too much, Jordan says, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I… I can't do it myself. It's not bending back and it's not coming out of the wall."

Hands on his knees, trying to catch a breath, he snaps back upright when Chris says weakly, "Leave." Shaking his head, Jordan says, "You know I can't do that either. You mean too much to her." And even though he is very aware that he needs to try and get to Nixie, as fast as possible, he also knows he can't leave this man here to die.

Jordan can feel it though. He's not even sure how he knows, or what he'd call what he's feeling. But she's in trouble. More trouble than she's ever been in. And he needed to find her. Like… somehow he knew, it wouldn't be enough if just her friends… her pack, found her. He needed to be there. There was something he was going to need to do to help her.

What that was, or why he felt it so strongly… Jordan doesn't have a clue. But even with all of that… he can't leave Chris. Standing up straighter, looking Chris in the eye, he says, "I need you to help me. I know you're hurt and you're tired, but I need you to gather everything you've got and help me."

Chris just shakes his head, so tired at this point, and says, "I've got nothing." Putting a hand on his shoulder, Jordan says, "Grab the bar, sir." Chris looks up at him, struggling not to break down right here and now, and says sadly, "I've got nothing left. Please… just go. You're running out of time. You need to save her."

Jordan doesn't argue with that, but he also doesn't leave. Looking over Chris again, he says, "You know what you need? Adrenaline. There's two ways to get it. Fear and anger. And since you don't look like a guy who's afraid of anything, you need to get angry. You need to get so angry, that your brain lets loose every bit of adrenaline is has left." Chris sighs, slumping what little he can against the wall. Then he admits, "I'm too tired to be angry."

Running a hand through his hair, Jordan then says, "Okay. Look, I… I don't know much about you or what you've been through. But Lydia and Nixie did tell me some of it. And I know about Alison. I mean… I knew before, but I understand it all better now. And I know… I know how she felt about Scott."

Hand on Chris' shoulder again, he says, "More than that, I know how she felt about Nixie. I know that Nixie, to Alison, was the truest friend she'd ever had. And I know your daughter looked up to Nixie, and loved her like a sister."

Standing back, he says, "And I think if Alison knew what was happening to Scott and Nixie, and to the rest of her friends… she'd be pretty angry. At least angry enough to try one more time, to get the hell out of here. So whatever trigger you need. If it's Alison, or your sister, or Peter. Use it."

When Chris opens his eyes again, Jordan can see the resolution solidifying in his gaze. He was ready… ready to give it one more shot. Grabbing hold of the bar with Chris, Jordan says, "Use it right now!"

And together, they begin bending the bar. Chris screams and yells in pain, but also in frustration and anger now. And as they continue working with the bar, Jordan can feel the sudden change in his eyes, a shift in their color; and he can feel a sudden surge of strength sweep through him as they finally straighten the bar out completely.

As soon as Jordan finally gets him off the wall, he helps Chris out of the sewer and into his SUV. Hopping in, Jordan says, "Alright, let me get you to a hospital, and then…" "No. Do you have a first aid kit in here?" Jordan reaches back for it, and then says, "Here. But you really need…" "What we need is to find Nixie. And I know enough that I can use what's here to keep me alive until later. But right now, go." "What about Stiles and Lydia?" "Don't worry. They and everyone else are probably already well on their way."

And as he drives under Chris' instructions, Jordan can only hope that they're not too late. They can't be too late.

He can't lose her.

Chapter 11! Just two more guys. Is the suspense killing you? I already know everything, and it's killing me. I promise, I'm working on it as fast as I can. :)