A/N: REWRITTEN

I had this feeling inside of me. The ones Deaton described I would get whenever I needed to protect someone. And the feeling led me to the woods.

I heard a woman screaming as I neared a car connected to a trailer.

"Hello?" I called out as I saw a male dead body. I coughed, covering my mouth. Gross.

"Help," I heard a woman's shaking voice.

The trailer window was smashed. I quickly open the door and saw a pregnant woman.

Oh my god.

She's in labor.

"It's okay, I'm going to call the police," I assured her, kneeling down beside her.

As I took out my phone, she grabbed my hand to get my attention.

"It...it killed Sean," she whispered.

"Who?" I quizzed.

"The monster." Could it be the kanima?

I frowned, dialling 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" The operator asked.

"Uh, I found a woman in labor, her contractions have just started," I rushed out.

"What's your location?"

"Near the clearing, in the woods," I answered.

"Okay, stay with her and try to keep her calm. The ambulance is on there way."

"Wait!" I stopped the operator from hanging up. "There's a dead body." Then I hung up.

"Everything's going to be okay," I squeezed her hand, helping her off the floor and on the bed. "Is it a girl?" I looked at her large stomach.

"Y–yeah," she nodded.

"What are you gonna call her?"

"I was thinking 'Caitlyn'," she whispered. "Do you have any?"

Smiling softly, I answered, "No, but someday I'll want little versions of me running around."

She started to laugh, but it turned into a scream.

I squeezed her hand, allowing my hand to glow and take some of her pain.

"Thank you," she whispered, sighing in relief.

I smiled softly.

By the time the ambulance and police had arrived, I had given my statement to Sheriff Stilinski.

As Sean was being taken away in a body bag, a gurney was pushed passed me, but a hand reached out and grabbed me.

"What's your name?" Jessica asked.

"Madison."

"Thank you for saving my life, Madison."

Warmth filled in my chest.

I smiled, "Your welcome."

"What the hell is going on?" Mr. Harris yelled as I walked up to Stiles and Erica.

"Hey! Enough! Enough. What do you idiots think you're doing?" He shouted when he saw Scott and Jackson fighting.

"Jackson! Calm down! Mr. McCall, you wanna explain yourself? Stilinski?" Mr. Harris asked.

"You dropped this," a guy, Matt, handed Mr. Harris a tablet.

"You and you," Mr. Harris gestured to Scott and Stiles. "Actually, all of you, detention. Three o'clock."

My mouth dropped. Why was I given a detention? I did nothing wrong.

"Oh, uh–we can't be in detention together. I have a restraining order against these tools," Jackson said as we all sat down.

"All of these tools?" Mr. Harris asked.

"No, just us tools," Stiles raised a hand, gesturing to Scott and himself.

"Fine. You two, over there," Mr. Harris said. Stiles sat next to me and Scott sat opposite him.

I put on my glasses and opened a book. It was Fallen by Lauren Kate.

"I'm gonna kill him," Scott said through gritted teeth.

"No, you're not. You're going to find out who's controlling him and then you're gonna help save him," Stiles said consolingly.

"No. You were right, let's kill him," Scott answered.

"Nope, we are going to save him," I smiled.

"Yeah, our witchy protector said so," the human grinned.

I took my eyes off the book and glared at him.

Stiles suddenly brightened up. "Hey. What if it's Matt? I mean, this whole thing comes back to the video, right?"

"Danny said that Matt was the one who found the two hours of footage missing," Scott pointed out.

"Wait, what video?" I asked.

"Exactly! He's trying to throw suspicion off himself," Stiles said, ignoring me. I rolled my eyes.

"So he makes Jackson kill Isaac's dad, one of Argent's hunters, and the mechanic working on your jeep?" Scott asked.

"Yes!" The human praised.

"Why?" I quizzed, frowning.

"Because he's evil."

"You just don't like him," Scott said with a smirk.

"The guy bugs me. I don't know what it is. Just look at his face," Stiles said with a shiver.

"Any other theories?" Scott asked.

Probably about an hour later, got up to chapter four and then Jackson stood up.

"I have to go to the bathroom." Jackson's face was pale and sweating as he walked out.

"Are you all right? Hey, you don't look so good," Mr. Harris said.

"I just need to get some water."

Mr. Harris followed him out. "No one leaves their seats," he said over his shoulder. Just as he left, Scott, Stiles and I rushed over to where Erica sat by herself.

"Stiles says you know how Jackson's parents die," Scott said to her.

"Maybe," Erica answered.

"Talk," Scott demanded softly.

"It was a car accident. My dad was the insurance investigator, and every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting when he's 18," Erica explained.

"So not only is Jackson rich now, but he's getting even richer at 18?" Stiles asked.

"Yep."

I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face.

"There's something so deeply wrong with that," Stiles said.

"You know what? I could try to find the insurance report on my dad's inbox." Erica opened her computer. "He keeps everything."

"Scott McCall, please report to the principal's office," the speaker crackled.

He stood up and walked out of the room. As he left, Jackson and Mr. Harris walked back into the room.

"Whoa, look the dates," Stiles said suddenly.

"What about the dates?" I asked.

"Passengers arrived at the hospital DOA. The estimated time of death– 9:26 P.M., June 14, 1995," Erica read.

"Jackson's birthday is June 15th," Stiles said.

I heard the sound of a zipper closing and looked toward Mr. Harris, who had collected his things. I began standing, everyone else copied. Mr. Harris began laughing and we paused.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry. Uh, yes, I'm leaving, but none of you are. You may go when you're done with the re-shelving. Enjoy the rest of your evening," Mr. Harris said with a grin.

I glared at his walking figure.

"It means he was born after his mum died, by C-section. They had to pull him out of her dead body," Stiles told Scott and Allison as they re-shelved.

"So was it an accident or not?" I asked, grabbed some books.

"The word all over the report is inconclusive," Stiles responded.

"Then his parents could have been murdered?" Scott asked.

"It makes complete sense. The myth of the kanima, it going after murderers," I told them. Wouldn't the kanima go over after me since I killed someone?

"But for Jackson? Or the person controlling him?" Allison questioned.

"We have to talk to him. We have to tell him." Scott turned away from them and strode around the corner.

"He's not gonna listen!" Allison whispered loudly.

I began putting some books back where they belong. As I put away the last book, there was a loud bang.

Sparks were flying as the overhead light was smashed by a moving figure.

"Erica!" Scott shouted.

I ran into another isle, but then stopped when I saw Jackson in half a kanima form. Slowly, I stepped back and brought my hand up in the Jackson's view. Curling my hand into a tight fist, the kanima started screeching, his hands moving up to the side of his head as if he was trying to make the pain go away.

I didn't stop until I saw black blood dripping out of his ear.

Jackson turned around and ran away.

I walked over to the end of the shelves, peeking my head out, I saw Jackson writing on the chalkboard slowly, he kind of looked robotic. He leapt away, crashing through a window.

Stay away from me or I will kill all of you.

It's what he wrote on the chalkboard.

I rushed away to the group and Erica started seizing.

"I thought she wasn't epileptic anymore," Stiles said, propping up her head.

"Same," I agreed.

"He's alive," Allison said from the next isle.

"Hey, we need to get her to a hospital," Stiles told Scott.

"Derek, to Derek," Erica managed to get out.

"When we get her to the hospital-" Scott said.

"No," I interrupted, "Derek will know what to do."

"Go!" Allison said, and Scott scrambled towards her.

"Scott!" Stiles shouted, scooping Erica up.

I followed around to the other isle just as Scott rushed passed me.

"Let's call the ambulance," I said.

"No," she shook her head, "just go."

"What? No, I'm not leaving."

Allison looked me dead in the eyes, "Madison, I've got this. Just go. Please?"

I bit my bottom lip, before nodding. Giving her one last look, I ran out of the library.

"Hold her up!" Derek said quickly to Stiles, who propped up Erica's head.

"Is she dying?" I asked, frowning deeply.

"She might...I," Derek hesitated before grabbing Erica's arm. "Which is why this is gonna hurt."

He broke her arm and Erica screamed as the bone cracked.

"You broke her arm!" Stiles shouted.

"It'll trigger the healing process. I still gotta get the venom out. This is where it's really gonna hurt." Derek squeezed tighter, and blood began coming out.

Once he finally let go, and Erica exhaled deeply.

"Stiles," she breathed. "You make a good Batman."

Stiles breathed a sigh of relief.

I began to walk out of the train cart with Derek and Scott.

"You know who it is," Scott stated.

"Jackson," Derek confirmed.

"You just wanted Erica to confirm it, didn't you?" Derek looked away.

"I'm gonna help you stop him as part of your pack." My head snapped up to Scott. I raised my eyebrows. Really? "If you want me in, fine. But we'll do it on one condition. We're gonna catch him, not kill him."

"And?" Derek asked, knowing there was something else.

"And we do it my way."

My phone vibrated in my back pocket, making me jump.

I walked away from the pair, answering the call from Melissa.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Maddie. It's Melissa. You wanted me to call you about any update on Jessica."

"Yeah, uh, how is she?" I asked, playing with the hem of my shirt.

"She gave birth to a baby girl, but Jessica died."

My jaw dropped.

"What? Um, how?"

"She was suffocated. I'm sorry, sweetie, there was nothing we could of done to save her."

"Thanks for calling." I ended the call, sighing.

A hand was placed on my forearm.

I shrugged it off, "I had this feeling inside of me to protect someone. I followed it and it led me to Jessica. I was going to stay with her at the hospital, she even asked me to. And now she's dead and her baby is orphaned."

Great, just great.

Hours later, Stiles and Scott had already left. Erica had woken up, feeling a lot better. Stiles offered to take her home, which she gladly excepted.

"Gerard knows about Cassie," I said, tucking some strands of hair behind my ear. My voice echoed throughout the subway station. I don't know where Isaac was, probably enjoying his freedom now that he's not a fugitive. "So I need to–"

"Don't even think about it," I heard Derek say from behind.

I sighed, but kept talking, "We need to stop seeing each other. Gerard knows I'm hiding something and somehow he's gonna find out."

"You don't know that for sure." He pressed the front of his body up against my back. I shut my eyes when his hand slid up my arm making goosebumps appear. Why does he make me feel this way?

Taking a step forward, I turned around and faced him. "We have to stop. I don't know what he'll do when he finds out. I'm doing this to protect you."

"Can you stop thinking about other people for five minutes?" He raised his voice slightly.

"No, I don't want anyone to get hurt!" I augured stubbornly. "I was stupid to think this could even work, but it won't. You're a werewolf and I come from a family of werewolf hunters–that are trying to kill you and your pack. Do you really see this working out in the near future?"

"Why don't you tell me?" He asked.

"What?" I frowned.

"Tell me what you saw in the vision." How does he know? I only told Cassie...unless she told him.

I pursed my lips, before talking and looking anywhere but at Derek. "Two children–Annabel and Nathan. They were laughing and fighting. Nathan told her a story the night before and she had a nightmare about puppy dogs." I chuckled softly, looking at the ground. "I think she meant werewolves."

"What else?" His voice was soft.

Still refusing to make eye contact, I answered, "I saw us." That doesn't mean anything. "But the future can always change."

When I had the courage to look at Derek, he was standing in front of me, cupping my cheeks. "Maybe I want what you saw." His voice was just above a whisper.

My eyes flickered to his lips and stayed there. I started to lean in. His lips softly clashed against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. His arms circled around my waist and kissed me passionately. I pulled back for some air and grabbed his hand, leading him to his train cart. I felt his lips on my neck...that'll definitely leave a bruise. But I had to stop him so there wouldn't be any evidence when I go home.

I faced him and gripped his shirt, lifting it over his head and throwing it away.

My closed my eyes and reconnected our lips, my arms returned to his neck, fingers lightly tugging his hair, earning a small growl.

Then he pulled away from my lips, so I started nipping at his neck.

"Wait," he panted, "I haven't got any–"

"I'm on birth control," I cut him off. He nodded.

Derek's warm hands pulled the zipper down on the back of my strapless top and it fell to the ground.