When Derek and I got back to the basement of the abandoned building, Scott was already waiting for us. "He's at the field-practicing." He said, as Derek and I descended to staircase. I nodded, looking up at Derek. "So I'll lead him to the house." I glanced over at Scott. "Make sure Stiles is waiting for us." I said to him. He nodded, pulling out his cell phone to call him. I looked back up at Derek. His lips were set in a tight line and he seemed reluctant to let me go. "I'll be careful." I murmured, as he leaned down and wrapped his arms around my waist. "If he touches you I swear-" I shook my head. "Just kiss me." I murmured, letting my fingers twist into his midnight colored hair to pull him to me. I felt his lips moving against mine, and his hands roam over the skin of my back, just under my tank top. I kissed him back heatedly, gripping the bottom of his shirt in my fist. When I pulled back and looked up at him, I bit my bottom lip. "See now I have to come back- or else how could I do that any more?" I said with a grin. I could see him trying to hold back a grin. I leaned up and kissed him swiftly. I was about to pull back when he tangled his hand into my hair, and pulled me against him by the small of my back.
Finally we parted. I turned around to see Scott facing us, looking at the floor. "Kay." I said. "I'll be waiting in the house." Derek said. I glanced at him with a single nod. As we headed to ground level, Derek went in one direction, while Scott and I went in the other. As we walked toward the school, we both stayed silent for a moment. "You know… I think you're the only one he's been close too in a while." Scott said. I looked up at him. "The only one he's trusted since the fire." He said. I rolled my lips for a minute. "I'm… I'm not gonna hurt him." I said. He looked up at me with a nod. "You know, he may not be the best alpha but… I don't think he's really trying to hurt anyone." He said. "I know that." I said, looking up at him. "All he wants is to stop Jackson." I said.
We reached the school then. "Okay. Wait at the house with Derek." I said. "We're gonna need as much supernatural strength as possible to stop him." I said. He nodded, moving quickly through the woods. I stood on the edge of the woods behind the bleachers, watching Jackson as he repeatedly tossed the balls into the net. I moved forward, standing by the bleachers. Eventually, he glanced over at me, confusing labeling his features. "Hey." He called. Just then I walked back toward the woods, listening to his footsteps as he followed me. Good. He was going to fall right into my spider's nest. When I reached the house, I noticed Derek's scent- along with Stiles and Scott. They were all here. Good. I walked inside, and watched from one of the broken windows, as Jackson entered the clearing. Game on.
He walked toward the house a little ways. "Hey!" He yelled. I got down just under the window and listened. His footsteps got louder and louder until I heard him walk up the steps and onto the porch. I moved quickly, getting behind one of the couches in the old sitting room. I watched as he walked inside, looking around. "Hello?" He called, his heartbeat picking up. He seemed nervous now. I watched as he walked further into the house. Just then the door closed and Stiles stepped out from behind it. He cradled a giant trash bag full of what I assumed was the mountain ash. He let it pour from the bag, trapping Jackson in a small, personal sized circle of it. I stood from behind the couch and walked toward Jackson, stopping outside the circle. His eyes were wild and confused. "What the hell are you doing!" He yelled, as Scott and Derek came down the stairs. So that's where they'd been hiding. "Stopping you from killing anyone else." Derek said in a dark voice, coming to stand at my side. Jackson watched all of us, seeming terrified when his eyes stopped at Derek. "I haven't-" "Think, Jackson. About all those times you blacked out. All the lost time." Derek said, moving toward him. "Think about it. What do you think happened?" Suddenly recognition registered in Jackson's eyes. He looked down at himself, his expression hardened and terrified. He knew. He knew, what he had done.