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None of it makes sense. None of it makes sense!

"What doesn't make sense?"

Stiles jumped from where he was in his locker getting his books for his next class. Closing his locker he turned to Scott with an exasperated sigh, "I told you to stop doing that."

"And I told you that I couldn't help it if I overhear. So, what doesn't make sense?" Scott said with a sly smile.

"Nothing, just some stuff I was looking into after yesterday."

"Does this have anything to do with you going through Lydia's file yesterday and why you left in such a hurry?" Scott asked, fixing his knapsack as the two boys began walking down the hall. "Yes and no. I can't figure out why she hasn't woken up yet, her file said that she should be okay, and judging by the doctor's notes they have no clue as to why she's still asleep," Stiles said with a worry in his voice.

"Do you think it has anything to do with Peter and what happened on the field?" Scott asked, turning slightly to his friend. "That's what I'm hoping it wouldn't have to do with, but from a medical standpoint she should be awake by now. And I was up half the night trolling the forums and sourcing links to find out if anything like this has happened before and as far as I can see, nothing like this has happened before. I don't know what to do," Stiles said, now looking both confused and at his wits end.

"Hey…hey," Scott grabbed his friend's elbow to turning him to face him, "…calm down. We'll figure this out. You were there for me when everything went all Benicio Del Toro and I tried to kill you, so now I'm going to be here for you."

"Thanks man, I just wish I had a clue or something to point me in the right direction…" Stiles looked up to see Jackson walking towards the locker room, "…and I think I just found my clue."

"What...what are you talking about?" Scott looked at Stiles and saw the boy nod his head in the direction of where Jackson had just disappeared around the corner. "Seriously? What would Jackson know about this?"

"More than we do, I'm almost sure of it." Stiles said with a determined tone in his voice walking towards where the other boy had started down the hall.

"But I have…And Allison…And…" Scott gave a frustrated grunt and tightened his grip on his backpack as his followed his friend down the hall.

"So anyway, I told her that big changes were coming for me and I had to cut all the dead weight in my life. It was almost funny to see her try and pretend that she never cared, the poor thing, she looked so hurt."

"It's nice to hear you talk about Lydia that way, Jackson, especially since she's still in a coma."

"Ah, Stiles, I knew you were coming. Can you give us a minute Danny, Stiles and I have something we need to discuss." Danny looked from his friend to Stiles and back again, "sure, I'll um, see you in gym."

"Yeah, I won't be long anyway, "Jackson said giving Stiles a very unsettling smile. Danny looked back at his friend and then at Stiles sensing something more than a friendly air in the room. He closed his locker and walked towards the door only hearing "so, you're Derek's beta now," before he bumped into Scott and yelped in surprise.

"Hey Scott," Danny said with a slight quiver in his voice.

"Hey Danny," Scott looked at his uniform, "on your way to gym?"

"Yeah, we're doing that fitness test today."

"I had heard about that. I also heard a kid passed out because of exhaustion or something. But if you're going to gym, why are you coming this way?" Scott asked with a small smile. "Yeah, I heard he had asthma but the teacher didn't know. He was sent to the nurse's office and had to get taken to the hospital. And I don't know, I just felt like I had to hurry up and get out of there." Danny said, looking a little worried.

"Oh, okay. Well if that doesn't make you want to run back and forth for 45 minutes then I don't know what will…well, good luck Danny."

"Thanks Scott…" Danny began walking away as Scott stood by the locker room door, head cocked to one side as if he were listening, "…hey Scott?"

"Hmm?" Scott, turning to face Danny, arms crossed over his chest.

"Is everything okay with Stiles? I mean with Lydia being in the hospital and all?" Danny asked, looking concerned.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, he's fine. Just a bit too much Adderall is all."

"Okay…" Danny said with skeptical tone, "just take care of him, he looks like he hasn't been sleeping and now I think he has it out for Jackson."

'I will, and don't worry; I can promise you that Stiles doesn't want anything to do with Jackson." Just then they heard a bang and the sounds of scuffling feet and bodies hitting the floor. Both boys ran into the locker room to find Jackson and Stiles on the floor in a fury of fists and fiery words. They ran to break up the fight, Danny grabbing Stiles and Scott grabbing Jackson.

"Calm down! Both of you!" Danny said with an authoritative voice.

"What the hell is the matter with you guys?" Scott, struggling with Jackson yelled at both of them.

"He started it!" Stiles shot at Jackson, not struggling from where Danny had his arms behind his back.

"Yeah? Well you're a sensitive prick!" Jackson spat out, a growl creeping just under his words. Scott's eyes flew wide at what he heard and at what sounded like footsteps approaching. "We have to get out of here!" Scott yelled, looking at Danny, still struggling with Jackson.

"We're should we go?" Danny asked, still holding Stiles firmly.

"Anywhere! Take Stiles, get him out of here. I'm gonna take Jackson out back and see if I can get him to calm down."

"Come on," Danny said, leading Stiles to the exit that leads to the gym.

"Get over here," Scott said, pulling a still furious Jackson out towards the lacrosse field. They made it out just as the two teachers who overheard the ruckus arrived in the locker room.

"Adrian," said one of the teachers, "what's that on the floor?" They both walked over to where a locker was now bent and crouched down to look at something on the floor. "Is that…is that…a finger nail?"

"A claw would be the more accurate term for it," Mr. Harris said picking the nail up off the floor.

"That's not normal."

"What is normal, Mr. Finstock, certainly not you."

"Haha! Yeah well, I do like to sleep with oven mitts on because I get super itchy…Wait! Was that a dig at me," the lacrosse coach asked finally realizing what was said.

"Your powers of perception are as sharp as ever, I see," Mr. Harris said as he pocketed the claw. "We've got some interesting characters here…and I'm not just talking about you."

"I do like to push my boys hard, there's nothing quite like teamwork, you know?"

"I'm sure I do," Mr. Harris said walking out of the locker room.

"Hey Harris…" Mr. Finstock called after him, but didn't get a response, he ran to the door and looked out, the teacher was nowhere in sight.

Danny led Stiles to the bleachers as the fitness guys the school board sent in to conduct the fitness test blew their whistles as the students ran back and forth. Stiles sat down and put his head in his hands. "Want to talk about it?" Stiles looked over to see Danny looking at him, concern evident on his face.

"Talk about what?" Stiles said, putting his head back into his hands and staring at the floor.

"How about we start with Jackson and what happened in the locker room," Danny said, with a patient smile that went unnoticed. "I'd rather not talk about what a huge douche bag Jackson is to his best friend, it's not really a good look for me," Stiles said, eyes never leaving the floor. Danny nudged Stiles with his shoulder causing the other boy to look up, "if it helps, Jackson has changed a lot…especially with how he talks about Lydia."

"So I take it that his now overwhelming stench of undeserved self worth is new to you as well." Stiles said, looking at Danny who offered a small smile. "Yeah, he's changed a lot since the last game before the Formal. Did you know that he had one of Scott's gloves in his gym locker? I thought it was really weird that he kept looking at some holes that were on the tips of the fingers." Stiles nodded, and then stopped, "wait, what," shooting a questioning look at Danny.

"Yeah, he just kept looking at it, it was weird. And he started to go after Allison and dumped Lydia. The dude is whacked; he came to the Formal drunk, I kind of felt bad for Allison. After Scott used me so he could stay at the Formal you could tell she was really happy to have him there. And then you guys just disappeared." Danny said, not really looking at Stiles and focusing his attention on the kids who were now doing some weird run and jump thing. Stiles, looking back at the ground said, "yeah, a lot happened that night."

"I would know, I saw when Jackson came up with Lydia. It was awful, she was bloody and had weird bites all over her and Jackson just looked stunned. It was crazy. I didn't see you guys though; I thought you would've been there seeing as how it's so obvious you like her." Danny now looked back at Stiles who met his gaze. "Are you sure you're okay? You know you can talk to me if you have to…I mean, if there's something you didn't think you could talk to Scott about, I am here you know." Stiles, now avoiding Danny's gaze said in a noncommittal tone, "I don't know what you're talking about." Trying to get Stiles to look at him and failing, Danny finally said, "okay, but now I have to ask, why did you and Jackson end up fighting? Did he say something to you…or, what?"

"Let's just say that he said some things about Lydia that I really didn't like, and I got a little too upset and lost my better judgment. That the answer you wanted to hear, because I'm not gonna say anything else."

"That's fine," Danny said in a dejected tone looking down at his sneakers, "I'm not one to pry or push."

"Calm down!" Scott roared at Jackson who was still seething with fury and growls now dripping from his lips. "You have to control this! You have to relax and control your heart rate!"

"McCall! I've had it with you and your high and mighty attitude! You think you're better than me but you're not! You just had a slight advantage that you don't have anymore!" Jackson glowered baring his now showing fangs. "I was always better than you! And now that I have that one thing you thought you had over me, it pisses you off!"

Scott calming himself said evenly, "Jackson, that's not important right now. Right now, I need you to calm down and try and control yourself." Jackson let out a menacing laugh, "I don't have to calm down! I don't have to do anything I don't want to! You know why, because I'm better! I'm better than all of these losers in this high school! I'm better than these backward morons of Beacon Hills! And most importantly, I'm better than you! And nothing and no one can tell me to do anything!" Just then a flash and Jackson was pinned to the ground.

"Calm down," Derek glared at the boy, eyes unwavering, "calm down."

"Still think it was a good idea to give him the bite, Derek?" Scott asked walking over to where Derek had Jackson pinned to the ground by his shoulders.

"You, shut up!" Derek shot at Scott and turning back to Jackson said, "Control your heart rate. You're going to ruin everything if you lose control right now." Jackson laughed in his face, "You can't tell me what to do!" Derek exhaled evenly, and glared at Jackson with now red eyes and roared in his face. Instantly, Jackson was calm and slack under Derek's weight. "Now I'm going to get up, and you're going to stay calm and act like you have some sense. Yes?" Jackson breathing hard, glared at Derek and then at a slightly amused looking Scott and back before he nodded in agreement. "Good," Derek said getting up and pulling Jackson to his feet.

"Well, it nice to see that you're an adequate Alpha. You sure have me persuaded to be your beta," Scott said sarcastically. "No one asked you for your opinion Scott," Derek countered with an annoyed tone before looking back to Jackson, "where do you have to be?"

"Gym," Scott said before Jackson could answer, "He has a fitness test today, did he tell you?"

"Why would I tell him that, he doesn't own me," Jackson said, his words dripping with hatred.

"Scott, can you take him to class? I'm still supposed to be keeping a low profile seeing as how someone told the County Sherriff that I murdered a janitor," Derek said, eyes narrowing at Scott with the last part.

"Fine, I have to go check on Stiles anyway. I'll give him to Danny and let him deal with…this." Scott gestured to Jackson with his pocketed hands. Derek now turned to Jackson, "you better stay calm, I don't want to have to come back here, not for this." Jackson rolled his eyes and said fine, walking over to Scott. "You two play nice now," Derek said with a smile as he disappeared back into the woods.

"I can't stand you," Jackson said giving Scott a sidelong glare as they walked back to the school. Scott laughed to himself, "that's fine, because I don't like you anyway."

As they walked into the gym Scott and Jackson saw Stiles and Danny sitting on the bleachers. Danny laughed at something Stiles had said and Stiles, spotting Jackson from where he was seated, wiped the smile right off his face. Danny, noticing the sudden change looked to where Stiles was looking and saw a disheveled looking Jackson and smug smile on Scott's face. Danny, getting up walked over to where Jackson and Scott were at the door and asked Jackson, "you okay man, you look a mess."

"Oh, he's fine," said Scott with that smug smile still on his face, "he just needed a refresher course on manners." Danny looked at Scott and then at an annoyed Jackson who rolled his eyes. "Well, whatever. Jackson, we're gonna have to retake the test during our free period, I already talked to the guys with the weird suits." Jackson looked to where a bunch of exhausted kids were slumped against a wall and only a few were still running as the coaches blew their whistles with more speed than necessary. "I told them that there were some personal issues that had to be taken care of, they seemed to understand and told us to come today whenever we have a free period."

"Whatever," Jackson said now looking at Stiles who stood up where he was by the bleachers. Danny looked back to where Stiles was and turned back and caught Jackson's eyes, "leave him alone okay, he's going through a lot right now. And Scott, I think you should talk to him, he really needs a friend right now."

"What do you think I've been doing?" Scott whispered to Danny, "He doesn't tell me much of anything anymore." Danny looked at Scott with pained eyes, "I understand that, just try to be there for him. I don't know what's really going on between you guys but he looks sad now, and I've never seen him look like this before. Just, talk to him okay?" Scott exhaled looking to his side before looking Danny in the eye, "I will."

"Hey Stiles, you ready to go," Scott called over to his friend who was watching them throughout their little exchange.

"Yeah," Stiles said walking over, eyes never leaving Jackson. When he reached them Danny put a hand on his shoulder and said, "It'll be okay Stiles, just take it easy. It's better to give the mind a little rest and let it figure itself out. Relax for a little bit." Stiles looked at him and then down to his feet, "yeah. Thanks." Stiles looked back to where Danny was now reprimanding Jackson as they walked out the gym and Scott throwing an arm over his shoulder.

Scott thought he'd wait until they were on their way home before he'd ask Stiles what was wrong, at least this way they would have time to talk about it without anyone overhearing. "Are you gonna tell me what's wrong, or do I have to tell you what I already know is wrong?" Scott asked looking over to his friend whose eyes were trained on the road and jaw was set tight. "Do you want me to tell you what I overheard in the locker room or would you rather tell me yourself?" Silence.

"…I can't believe he'd say that about Lydia," Stiles said in a hushed tone to himself but knowing that Scott would hear. "She really liked him, and she was just "dead weight" to him? How could someone be so cruel to someone who did everything to make sure he felt good about himself? He doesn't deserve her, he never did. And now she's in a hospital bed hurting in more ways than one and it's his entire fault. And then what does he do? He goes and get's what he wants…what he wanted more than her, more than anything since he first found out about you. After everything he's done, he still ended up satisfied with himself. I can't…I won't let him get away with hurting her. I can't let him get away with this."

"And we won't let him," Scott said, still looking intently at his friend, absorbing everything he was hearing. Stiles, finally looking away from the road, "Scott, I appreciate you wanting to help but this is more personal than me not liking him. He hurt the girl I…I love." Scott looked at his friend, surprised at what he's just heard. And Stiles, finally realizing what he just said turned back to the road eyes wide and swallowed hard, "did I just say that?" Scott, now looking a little amused, nodded with a smile, "yup, and it's about time you said it too."

"Hey Allison...Yeah, I'm sorry about that, some stuff happened today and I kinda had to leave early….No, I'll be there tomorrow…"

Stiles looked over from his computer to his friend who now laid splayed on the bed talking softly into the phone.

"Yeah…?" Scott giggled to himself and Stiles rolled his eyes and turned back to his computer. "Is that and invite to come over later?" Okay, that's enough. "Scott, tell her you have homework to do," Stiles said getting up from his computer and walking over to get something out of his book bag.

"Since when do you care homework Stiles?" Scott asked, holding the phone to his chest. Stiles, gesturing with his hand, "When my best friend decided to start jonesing on the phone in my room."

"Whatever man," Scott said returning to his phone call with Allison. Stiles shook his head and looked around the room before noticing something. "Hey Scott," he whispered, and Scott looked at him with the phone still held to his ear, "not to be alarmed or anything but…" and he held up his hand in a way to show off his nails. When Scott didn't get it Stiles, mouth drawn in a tight line directed his eyes to Scott's hand. Scott, finally catching on looked at his hand and then realized what Stiles meant. "Hey Allison, I have to go…No, it's no big deal, I'll call you back later," and hung up the phone. Stiles looked at his friends and then said, "I don't know how I feel knowing what your claws showing means." Scott, looking slightly embarrassed cleared his throat and tried to busy himself with his books and Stiles went back to his computer.

"You know…"

"No I don't and I don't want to." Stiles cut in before Scott could finish his thought.

He looked around in the dim moonlight breathing hard, his breath appearing as clouds in front of his face. Snap! He looked behind him, something darted between two trees. Snap! Another twig broke in front of him this time. He got to his feet, hands searching for purchase on the ground, fingers gripping leaves and clods of dirt as he tried to climb up a hill and to what he hoped would be safety. A howl came from behind him, it sounded a ways away. A small flash of hope crossed his mind, maybe he would get out of here. A branch fell from a tree nearby and hit the ground with a heavy thud. Another howl, this one closer...too close. The sound of feet…no, paws thundering against the ground just to his left getting closer and then dying away and then suddenly appearing again at his right. He had to get out of here! Running with all his might he ran into a gathering of trees, maybe he could camouflage himself in the trees. A rock hit the tree just behind his head, fear crept up his spine. Scrambling through the trees, he just had to get back to his car he should be okay then. Where was he? He couldn't stop. A growl in his right ear, close enough that he could feel the hot breath emanating from the jowls of the beast. Cold sweat trickled down his face. Where was his car? He couldn't breathe now. How long had he been running, it seemed like forever. There! He spotted his car, just behind the barrier; he just had to get over there. A few more feet, he laughed to himself, he had made it. A snarl and the tearing of flesh, he fell to the ground, his ankle in searing pain. He looked with fear clouded eyes that met two fiery red pupils and some glowing yellow eyes. No, not like this! Not here! Not now! A roar and the beasts began bearing down, saliva dripping from their fangs. "Scott! It's me! Stiles, remember? Your best friend! Scott!" A pair of teeth gnashed at his throat.

A scream pierced the night air.

"So Stiles, did you get any sleep last night?" Scott asked leaning on the locker next to Stiles'. "Surprisingly yes, I took Danny's advice and actually relaxed last night, I can't remember the last time my dad and I played cards together." Scott smiled at his friend, "that's good, are you ready for the chemistry quiz Harris has been hinting at all week?"

"Not even close, I'm nowhere near being ready. And it sucks because I'm sure he has my dad convinced that I might need to see someone about special education," Stiles said looking a little distressed.

"Eh, I'm sure you'll do fine. You pay more attention than I do anyway, and if you helping me with any of this wolf stuff is any indication I'm sure you'll at least leave with a B," Scott paused before correcting, "B minus, maybe." The boys were so caught up in their worries that they didn't notice the girl in the black coat that had walked up to them. They both jumped when they finally noticed her. "You're Stiles right?" The girl asked not looking up from where she had her books clutched to her chest, her dark hair covering her eyes.

"Uh, yeah…?" Stiles said, unsure if this might be a bad thing and generally a little put off by the girl. Scott, looked at Stiles and then back to the girl a puzzled look playing across his face.

"Here," the girl shoved a piece of paper at him. Stiles looked at it eyes widening when he realized, "hey, these are the answers to_" He looked up but the girl was nowhere to be found. "Well, thanks," he said dropping the hand with the answer sheet to his side looking around the hall for any sign of the girl.

"Who was that?" Scott asked reaching for the paper in Stiles hand, "and how does she have the answers to Harris' chemistry quiz?" Stiles, still looking for the dark haired girl said, "I don't know, but I want to thank her."

""Hey guys," Allison said walking up to them with a smile on her face and gave Scott a kiss as Stiles took the paper back from him. "Are you guys okay, you both look really weird." Scott, looking back to Stiles who was memorizing the answers on the sheet of paper, "yeah, we just had some really weird girl run up to us with the answers to Harris' chemistry quiz." Allison gave a little laugh and said, "I didn't take you guys as cheaters."

"We're not," Stiles said, still looking at the paper, "but we don't turn down an open hand when it's offered." Stuffing the paper in his book bag, "you guys ready for the quiz?" They both looked at Stiles with looks that question his sanity as he walked behind them throwing an arm over each of their shoulders and leading them towards the chemistry lab, "let's go get this over with so you two love birds can worry less about Harris and focus more on how you guys are going to spend your Friday night together." Scott, looked at Stiles and said, "you do realize it's only first period right?" Stiles smiling at both of them said, "of course, but I'm hopeful that this Friday will go by without any crazy," and they all walked into the chemistry lab.

From around the corner, a dark haired girl watched them and had been listening to their whole conversation. Pulling her books closer to her chest and moving her hair out of her face, she walked down the hall and into her English class.

"There's a new Alpha, and his name is Derek Hale." Mrs. Argent said to a group of bodies, clad in varying forms of black, leather and denim. "My husband has gone soft to the idea of killing him because he saved his life and that of the life of my daughter from his uncle, Peter Hale."

"Peter Hale," one of the hunters spoke up from the group, "I thought he was killed in that fire?"

"It appears that you thought wrong. He survived," she now spoke to the group again. "He healed himself. It is my understanding that the process was slow and took over a period of six years but he survived and none the less he was still an Alpha. He had an accomplice in the hospital, it is unclear if he had more than one but they will more than likely be human. If any of them should come out of the works they are not to be harmed. There is also a Beta, he is named Scott McCall and goes to Beacon Hills High School along with his friend Stiles Stilinski and my daughter. There is also another boy who's named Jackson Whittemore, it is unclear whether or not Jackson is a beta but it has been confirmed that he has been scratched. These children are not to be openly attacked, it is still of the utmost importance that we remain hidden."

"Madam Argent," the same hunter spoke up once again. "You say that your daughter is friends with this Beta, but it has been rumored that they may have a more romantic relationship. How are you allowing this? This goes against the Code your ancestor set for The Hunters centuries ago." Mrs. Argent now looked across the group as voices muttered about what has just been said, her calm wavered only slightly but it was quickly repaired.

"This is true," she said, gaining control of the group once again. "And I can assure you, my daughter's loyalty lies with The Hunters." Another hunter spoke up this time, "how can you be so sure when Chris, one of our greatest hunters has grown a soft spot for the mutt and you're daughter actively defies the code by dating a werewolf? And let's not forget Kate who burned any reverence for the code when she burned down that house that had innocents in it?"

"I will not stand for this heresy! For you to doubt my authority is for you to doubt your very existence. If you feel so inclined to question me stand forward and prove yourself like all the hunters before you!" Mrs. Argent glared down and the hunter who had defied her and her family. "Well…" she said raising an eyebrow in his direction. The hunter slowly moved back into the group, shaken with embarrassment. Mrs. Argent now raised her voice and enunciated clearly so that she would not be mistaken, "If anyone feel the need to question my authority or my family speak now and have your head served on a platter at the next slaying, or hold your tongue and remember who it was who had slain La Bete du Gevaudan!"

To be continued…

I'd like to know what you guys think about this chapter. I really took the reviews from the first chapter to heart and tried to make the story flow a bit easier, and more reviews are welcomed.

Also, I like the idea of Mrs. Argent being like a matriarch to the hunters; I really get this feel from her that she's a no nonsense mofo and her having that control over the group just seems fitting.