Erin's POV

Things had gone back to normal just about. I was going to school, spending time with mum, working and spending time with Stiles. Tonight I was going out with Gabe to the gay club in Beacon Hills, Jungle. We were going to dance and get drunk and enjoy ourselves. We'd been at Jungle for about an hour when I spotted my boyfriend surrounded by drag queens.

I smiled at him and walked over to him. "Sorry girls he's mine." I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Wanna dance?" I asked.

"Erin? What are you doing here?" Stiles yelled over the music.

"I'm here with Gabe, what are you doing here?" I answered.

Stiles rubbed the back of his neck. "Long story. Listen Erin get Gabe and get out, okay this is a really dangerous thing and I don't want you to get hurt, now go." Stiles pushed me off the dance floor towards the bar.

"Get Danny." Scott told Stiles.

Stiles frowned. "What are you going to do?"

Scott extended his claws.

Stiles nodded. "Works for me." He pushed through the crowd.

Suddenly I was being stampeded by people as others began to collapse on the dance floor. Gabe collided with me and grabbed my hand. "Time to go." He pulled me out of the club and over to his bike, handing me the helmet.

"But… Stiles." I looked back at the club.

"Don't worry I'm sure he can handle himself. Get on the bike." He ordered.

I sighed and climbed onto the bike.

Somebody's Girl

Stiles's POV

"Did Erin make it out okay?" I asked Scott.

Scott nodded. "Yeah, I saw her drive off with her friend." He told me. "Does she know?"

I nodded. "I couldn't keep it from her."

"Okay, well I couldn't get anything out of Danny." Scott ran a hand through his hair.

"Right, okay. Can we just get the hell out of here before one of my dad's deputies recognises me?" I asked trying to start the Jeep.

And then my dad pulled up. I groaned. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Could this get any worse? That was rhetorical." I yelled at Jackson who groaned in the back.

"Get rid of him." Scott hissed at me.

"Get rid of him?" I repeated. "We're at a crime scene and he's the sheriff." I pointed out.

Scott sighed. "Just do something."

I groaned and got out of the Jeep and walked over to my dad.

"What're you doing here?" Dad asked me as soon as I reached him.

I frowned. "What do you mean what am I doing here? What? It's a club. It's a club, we were clubbing, you know? At the club." I rubbed the back of my neck.

Dad tilted his head to the side. "Not exactly your type of club."

"Uh - well, dad - There's a conversation that we…"

"You're not gay." Dad shook his head.

"Wha - I could be." I gasped.

Dad shook his head. "Not dressed like that. And do I need to remind you that you're in a very heterosexual relationship with a very pretty young lady by the name of Erin Prince."

"Well, what's - uh…" I bit my lip.

"This is the second crime scene that you just happened to have shown up on. And at this point, I've been fed so many lies, I'm not sure I know the kid standing in front of me. Now, what the hell is going on?" Dad yelled at me.

I seriously hated lying to my dad but it was necessary to keep him safe. "Dad…"

Dad glared at me. "The truth Stiles."

"The truth, all right. Well, the truth is that we were here with Danny. Yeah, 'cause he just broke up with his boyfriend, so, you know, we were just trying to take him out and get his mind off things. That's - that's it." I lied.

Dad's expression softened and he sighed. "Well, that's really good of you guys. You're good friends." He nodded at me.

"Okay, well we're going to go now. See you at home?" I asked.

"Probably not. Looks like I'm going to be working a late one." Dad told me.

I nodded. "Okay, no problem. I'll call you tomorrow." I waved to him and hurried back to the Jeep. "Lets get out of here."

Somebody's Girl

Erin's POV

"Stiles where the hell are you?" I hissed down the phone to his voicemail. I hung up and ran a hand through my hair. "I'm going to kill him." I threw the phone on my bed and slumped down onto it.

Mum poked her head around the door. "You okay kiddo."

I sighed. "Fine mum."

But mum didn't take a hint and came and sat down on the bed. "What's wrong?"

I shook my head. "Nothing." My phone started to ring and I grabbed it. "Stiles?"

"Hello Erin it's David Whittemore. Have you seen Jackson at all?" Jackson's dad asked.

"Er… No. Is everything okay?" I asked frowning in confusion.

Mr Whittemore sighed. "He didn't come home last night and then I got this weird text message from his phone. Could you come down to the police station? I'd really appreciate it, you being one of Jackson's best friends."

This confused me even more since Jackson and I hadn't been friends since we were thirteen. But deep down I did still care about him even when he did act like a jackass. And hearing he was missing made me worry. "Of course I'll be there soon." I hung up the phone. "Jackson is missing. I'm gonna go to the police station, give his parents some support." I got up off the bed and grabbed my jacket.

Mum nodded. "Okay, do you want me to come with you?"

I shook my head. "No it's okay, I'll call you with an update when I know more." I kissed her cheek, grabbed my bag and hurried out of the door.

When I got to the police station I found David outside pacing up and down. "Erin, have you heard anything? Has Jackson called you?"

"No, what's happening? Did you get in a fight again?" I asked. Jackson was renowned for getting into fights with his adoptive parents.

David shook his head. "No I just keep getting these messages from his phone." He showed me the texts, letting me scroll through them on his phone.

I frowned. "Jackson never says I love you. Not since… Sorry."

"It's alright Erin. You two were so close once, do you think it's for attention?" He asked.

"No, this isn't the sort of thing he'd do for attention." I shook my head. "Jackson isn't this much of a drama queen. Sorry." I realised I was bad mouthing his son again.

David chuckled. "Don't apologise, I know what you mean."

I sighed. "I'm sorry I'm not much he… Jackson?" I saw a shirtless Jackson stumble up the road towards the station.

David looked up and relief flooded his face when he saw his son moving towards him. "Jackson." He rushed over and would have probably hugged him, had Jackson not stopped him.

I hung around to hear the story. Turns out my boyfriend had spent the rest of last night and today holding Jackson hostage in a stolen police transport van. So putting the pieces of the puzzle together, Stiles and Scott were after the Kanima last night, ergo Jackson was somehow the Kanima, meaning they had been trying to help him. Further more, it appeared Jackson had no memory of becoming or doing anything in Kanima form. And I knew I was going to murder Stiles for keeping this from me.

Somebody's Girl

"You know your folks must have been desperate if they called me asking for you." I said sitting on Jackson's bed. It had been forever since I'd been in this room. But the drainpipe was still there.

"What are you doing here?" Jackson asked walking over to his closet and grabbed a shirt from his closet. "Your boyfriend send you?"

I sighed. "I'm worried about you." I admitted.

Jackson cocked an eyebrow at me, scepticism written on his face. "You're worried about me? Why do you care?" He yelled at me.

"Because I used to be best friends with this kid, he was a real pain in my ass, but he had a good heart, deep down, he knew the difference between right and wrong. He cared about the people around him but he was terrified of being alone. Then he started to push everyone away."

"Oh I pushed everyone away. Bit hypocritical coming from you." Jackson sneered at me.

I held my hands up. "Okay I deserve that. But I had my reasons."

"Yeah? Like what?" Jackson snarled.

"Like my dad dying and suddenly I'm supposed to be this gateway between the living and the dead and help the dead cross over to the other side and hey one day I might just have to do that for my best friend." I exclaimed. "Yes I pushed people away. And it's still something I'm scared of but I'm not going to let it rule my life anymore." I was shouting. "I'm sorry."

Jackson stared at me.

I rubbed the back of my neck. "You gonna say something?"

"Well it explains a lot." Jackson sat down next to me. "I'm fine, by the way. Save for being kidnapped by your weirdo boyfriend. I'm surprised they didn't bring you into this."

"Well your parents wouldn't have discovered you were actually missing if I was involved." I smirked. "But it's not like either of us ever mentions our past friendship." I tilted my head to the side. "Did you really have to get a restraining order?" I asked.

Jackson shrugged.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I sighed and pulled it out of my pocket and looked down at the text message. "I gotta go." I stood up and walked over to the window to climb out and down the drainpipe.

"I came and saw you… at the hospital." Jackson stood up.

"I know." I smiled at him. "Smell ya later Abercrombie." I swung myself out the window and shimmied down the drain pipe. Now on to throttle my grounded boyfriend.

Stiles's POV

I was sat on my bed when I heard a soft tapping at my window. I looked up to see Erin perched on the tree branch outside my window. I quickly got up and opened the window. "Hey."

"Hi." Erin climbed into my room. "I waited until your dad left."

I nodded. "So you heard about today huh?"

Erin shook her head. "You're an idiot."

"Hey, it was a great plan, how was I supposed to know Jackson didn't say love you to his parents?"

"You could have asked me." Erin tilted my head to the side. "I was best friends with Jackson until… Well until I became a Grim Reaper." She put her hands on her hips. "I thought we weren't going to keep secrets from each other." She argued. "I thought you trusted me."

I sighed. "I do. Okay, I trust you but… It's not something I'm programmed to do. I didn't want to drag you into all this. You've enough going on without having to worry about this on top of it and sometimes I forget that well we're not normal." I ran a hand through my hair. "That we're both sucked into this supernatural world." I shook my head. "I'm glad I don't have to lie to you anymore, it kills me having to lie to my dad. I just… I'm not used to it."

Erin smiled. "Well get used to it, Stilinski. Because I'm here. I'm involved and I can be useful." She leant in and kissed me which completely wiped my brain of an answer. She pulled back and smiled. "Your dad's home."

"Huh?"

"Enhanced hearing, another perk." Erin shrugged. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

I sighed. "If I live that long."

Erin smiled. "Don't worry, you're not on my phone." She climbed back out of the window and off into the night.