How's is going guys? Sorry for keeping you waiting. I've had a rough few weeks with my college classes. I'm just now getting caught up with all of my homework, so I have time to actually finish my story, though there is a sequel coming to this. I can't wait to start on it. I already have some of it written out. Woot!

But, as always, I do not own anything except my original characters and ideas.

When the poison finally wears off, Isaac and I race after Scott. We find him on the field searching for someone.

"Who is he looking for? Allison's grandfather?"

Isaac nods, "Yeah. He ran away like the coward he is." He glances around, "Julie is calling your name. Go find her, but when you find her, stay put. I'm going to see what Scott is doing."

I reply with an 'okay' and text Julie. Right when I receive a text back, all of the field lights go out. The field is left in darkness. Looking around, I maneuver my way through a herd of people dashing around like crazy. I hear Julie in the distance and I scream her name.

"Meladee!" she replies, panicked about what's going on. She latches herself onto the sleeve of my sweater and shivers. "This is horrible. Is Isaac okay? Where is he?"

Gulping, I answer, "I have no idea. He told me that he could hear you calling my name and that I should go find you. He also said to stay where we're at. And I think I'm going to listen to him this time. I don't –"

The lights come back on. A scream in the crowd. Lydia?

We look at one another, our eyes wide. "That was Lydia." We say simultaneously. Screw it. Isaac can come find us. Both of us are thinking the same thing and we make a dash to a circle of people out in the field.

"Jackson! Jackson!" Lydia falls to her knees, devastated. Though he was a jerk, she still loved him. After what he did, she still loved him. After everything… she still loved him.

I find myself getting closer to the poor strawberry, blonde haired girl and lay my hand on her shoulder. She flinches underneath my touch, but doesn't move away.

Mrs. McCall makes her towards Jackson and listens for a heartbeat. Hearing none, she tells Lydia to lift his head as she does CPR on him.

I feel arms around me and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. "It's okay," a sweet sound whispers.

Julie grabs my hand, while Isaac holds me from behind, and squeezes lightly. She replies, "Will he make it?"

"I don't know. But Scott and I think he did this to himself. His hands are bloody," says Isaac.

Another yell in the distance.

"My son… where is Stiles, my son?"

I look up into Isaac's eyes and my lips tremble out the words, "Stiles… he's missing?"

Julie answers, "Scott and Isaac will find him. Won't you?" She glances over at Isaac; he nods.

Mrs. McCall notices a clear liquid oozing from a small hole near the zipper. The EMT thanks her for her help, but she insists that she goes along with them. The lady answers that it isn't necessary, but Mrs. McCall doesn't take no for an answer – she hops in the ambulance – and the lady sighs, walking to the front of the ambulance.

Julie decides that she wants to go home and sleep everything off. She asks if I want to come with her, but I shake my head 'no' – I can't leave, knowing that one of my friends is missing. I understand that she's going home because she doesn't want to worry so much, but I can't. I won't.

I find myself in the locker room with Scott and Isaac.

Mr. Stilinski comes up to the three of us and says, "If anything comes up, anything at all, don't hesitate to call me, email me, anything."

"Don't worry Mr. Stilinski, he's probably just hiding from all of the attention he got during the game," is my reply. I give a slight smile.

Running a hand over his face he replies, "Yeah… maybe you're right." He walks off.

Coach Finstock comes over as well. He tells Scott that he needs him out on the field next year. "Even though I yell a lot doesn't mean that I hate you guys, except for Greenberg, because well… he's Greenberg! Don't let your grades drop Scott, because the team needs you – I need you out on the field."

"Don't worry coach, I will."

Everyone is gone. It's only Scott, Isaac and me in the locker room.

"How are we going to find Stiles?" I ask.

Scott tears the missing boy's locker open and pulls out a shirt and a shoe. Handing the shoe over towards Isaac – Isaac asking why Scott gets a shirt and he only gets a shoe – he starts to lift the shirt to his nose to catch a scent of his best friend. Before they can even follow Scott's plan, Derek and some other guy show up.

Derek states, "We need to talk."

The other man walks right behind Derek and replies, "All of us."

Scott retorts, dumbfounded, "Holy shit."

"Okay, what the hell is this?"

Derek steps up, "You know, I thought the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the Sheriff's station."

Scott is shocked, "Wait, hold on, he… he threatened to kill my mom. And I was supposed to get close to him, what was I supposed to do?"

"I'm gonna go with Scott with this one. Have you seen his mom? She's gorgeous." the man responds.

Both Scott and Derek snap simultaneously, "Shut up!"

"Okay, I know who Derek is, but who the hell is the new guy?" Isaac whispers, holding on tight to my hand.

Scott replies, "That's Peter, Derek's uncle. A little while back he tried to kill us all and we set him on fire. Oh, and Derek slashed his throat."

"That's good to know."

I'm in awe. "How the hell did he come back to life then…?"

"That doesn't matter right now. What matters is that he knows how to stop and possibly save Jackson," snaps Derek.

"Well that's very helpful, but Jackson's dead," Isaac replies.

Derek shakes his head, "What?"

I reply softly, "Yeah, Jackson's dead – I saw him on the field… he was lying there…"

Derek and his uncle glance at one another before Isaac asks, "Why isn't one taking this as good news?"

Peter walks forward, "Because, if Jackson is dead, it didn't just happen. Gerard wanted it to happen."

"But why?"

"Well that's exactly what we need to figure out. And something tells me the window of opportunity is closing. Quickly," Peter says.

My phone starts vibrating in my front pocket. All of the guys turn to look at me. My mouth opens, but nothing pops out. Isaac nudges me gently. I snap out of it and pull the phone from my pocket. "Hello?"

"Hey baby! How are you doing?"

The guys chuckle at my reaction.

My eyes widen. Mom! "I… umm, I'm doing fine… Why? What's wrong?"

"Can't a mother just call to check up on her little girl? Your father and I will be staying in Washington for a little bit longer."

Casting my eyes downward I respond mechanically, "Oh… Okay."

Isaac squeezes my hand gently. I look up at him and give a soft smile.

I hear my mother sigh on the other end, "Sweetheart, I know you hate us being gone for a long amount of time, but you know how our job is. Right after our anniversary we had to go straight to Washington for a business meeting. I know that hurt you honey. Don't worry though – we will be back before summer gets here and then we can all go on a big family vacation."

"Okay, yeah. That sounds like fun," I reply.

Peter sighs, rolls his shoulders back and makes a circle motion with his hand.

Scott whispers, "Wrap it up Mels. We need to hurry."

"Is someone there honey?" My mom questions.

Nodding I reply, "Yup. We just had the lacrosse game and we won. I'm just waiting on my friends. We're going out for some ice cream."

She laughs on the other end, "Okay sweetheart. Have fun. And be careful! I love you."

"Love you too. Bye." Sighing, I end the phone call and look up at Derek and his uncle. "Sorry. I haven't heard from my mom or dad in a while… We can go now."

"Oh, great. They found Stiles." replies Scott.

I smile and reply, "That's great! Is he okay?"

He nods, "Yeah, he's fine. Just bruised a little."

"Look, I told you, I looked everywhere."

"Well you didn't look here," replies Peter as he crouches down by the bottom of the staircase. He pulls out, what seems to be a laptop, from behind a board.

Derek walks up behind him and questions, "What is that, a book?"

Which in turn, led to his uncle answering defensively, "No, it's a laptop. What century are you living in?" He opens the laptop to make sure it still works before continuing, "A few days after I got out of my coma, I tried to transfer everything that we had. Fortunately the Argents aren't the only ones who keep records."

We all turn towards Scott when his phone rings. He scrunches his eyebrows while answering, "Hey mom, I can't talk right now… What's wrong?" Scott walks towards us and says, "My mom wants me to head to the hospital. She wants me to see something."

"What's happening to him?" Scott asks his mother.

We all turn in her direction.

Her hands are on her hips, "I don't know. I thought you were going to tell me. Is… is it bad?"

I step closer to Jackson's lying form and reply, "It looks like some type of cocoon. You know…when caterpillars make their own cocoon, they turn into something beautiful. In this case, it looks like he's about to morph into something more hideous than a butterfly."

Isaac speaks up, "Nah, I think he looks just fine." With a slap to the arm he replies, "Okay, it doesn't look good."

Suddenly Jackson's body moves.

We all jump back from the sudden movement.

"Uh, mom, could you zip it up please?"

She gives him a 'you-want-me-to-zip-it-up-when-you're-the-werewolf ' look. She squints her eyes; throws her hands up sighing, "Uh, okay." She fiddles with her hands before trying to zip up the bag. Mrs. McCall whispers 'okay, okay' under her breath before the zipper gets stuck under Jackson's chin. She glances back at us, but tries to yank the zipper up nonetheless. Before she has a chance to do anything, Jackson's mouth opens up to reveal a row of sharp teeth. He snarls and we all jump back, horrified.

"Mom. Zip. It. Up."

His mother nods her head furiously, "Yeah, okay. Okay." The jammed zipper has now become unjammed and she zips the bag closed with Scott telling her to zip faster.

We all let out a breath when the bag is closed.

"God, that was intense," I reply. I hear Isaac chuckle beside me. I look up at him and smile sheepishly.

"I'm not sure if we have time for that," Scott says to Derek on the other end of the phone.

Jackson's body is starting to move inside the bag.

Derek's voice is loud on the other end, causing us all to hear what he has to say next. "Scott, get him out of there now. Go now."

"Okay, so we're going to have to move this bag all the way to the front of the building without anyone seeing us…? How is that going to work exactly?" Isaac asks.

Scott's mother steps forward, "I'll make sure no one sees. Come on."

I watch as Isaac and Scott lift up Jackson and head outside with Mrs. McCall watching behind us.

"Do you guys-" I'm cut off by Isaac shaking his head and saying that it would be best if I went in front to make sure no one was coming our way. My eyebrows scrunch together, "You assumed I wanted to help you guys carry that thing? Uh, no thanks. I was going to ask if you wanted me to be in front. Thanks babe." I walk ahead of the two.

Isaac looks in the opposite direction, earning a soft chuckle to escape from Scott's mouth.

"Okay, come on. Go, go, go," I wave my hand indicating that the coast is clear.

They make a mad dash, as fast as they can go, to anywhere but here. Scott suddenly drops his end and looks up to Isaac, mouth agape. I roll my eyes and make my way over to them. When I get close, a SUV appears behind us. We all stare at who they could be.

All three of us look astounded at who it is.

Allison's father.

Isaac steps in front of me, while getting in a non-fighting stance.

Scott confronts Mr. Argent, "You're alone."

"More than you know," he replies.

"What do you want?"

"We don't have much in common Scott. But at the moment, we have a common enemy."

"That's why we're trying to get him out of here."

Mr. Argent shakes his head, "I didn't mean Jackson. Gerard has twisted his way inside Allison's head, the same way he did with Kate. And I'm losing her. And I know that you're losing her too."

Scott replies, "You're right. So can you trust me to fix this?"

Chris Argent makes a small nod.

"Then can you let us go?"

The older man turns his head away and says, "No."

I'm shocked that he won't let us go. He just nodded his head 'yes'. Did that automatically mean 'no'?

"My car's faster," Mr. Argent replies, while smirking.

I look to Isaac with a smile on my face. He returns it and holds my hand in his, while Scott and Mr. Argent haul Jackson's body inside the SUV.

You guys like? Huh? Huh? *laughs*

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The last chapter is right after this one. Yay! I'm finally finishing this story! Woot!

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