Chapter 13: Restraint

When Jackson had turned into the Kanima and broke out of the police van, he had run off to a secluded part of the woods where there was a trailer housing a young wedded couple. It was out of the way and quiet. The only noises were from the couple themselves who were in the midst of an argument.

"You promised this was only going to be for a few weeks," the wife spat.

Her husband was sitting at the table moving his food around but not eating it. "Just because we are living in a trailer does not mean that we are trailer park trash," he argued back.

"Exactly. We're worse. We don't even have enough money to be in a trailer park," she said back.

The lights then flickered before the power in the trailer went out.

"Don't have a meltdown," he argued as he got up. "It's probably just the generator."

"You mean the thing that runs the electricity and water?" she asked sarcastically. Her husband put his jacket on and just gave her a tired and defeated look. One that seemed to pacify her anger. "I'm sorry," she whispered out. "I'm…just tired of feeling slightly terrified all the time." She then started to break down. "It's not like I want to be."

Her husband then went to hug her. "Hey, it's going to get better," he promised before he left to see to the generator.

The wife went to cry at the table. However, she noticed that he was gone for a while. "Shane?"

She looked out the window to find her husband out talking to someone. He seemed to be arguing with this person before he pointed up. It looked like a…tail started to descend down and grab him by the neck. She gasped and stood up in fright. Fear that increased when the mystery figure looked over in her direction. She was freaking out and tried to stay quiet as the figure vanished. She looked around for something to defend herself with but couldn't find anything. She then screamed when her husband flew through the window onto the table in front of her. She shed tears at the sight of him and screamed again when his body was pulled away.

The Kanima then made its way into the trailer to her and she silently was freaking as it approached closer. The Kanima came up to her and hissed at her face. However, it looked down to see that she was pregnant. With that it roared and ran off leaving the wife to shriek in terror.

Allison's discovery was too big and important to wait. She asked to borrow Lydia's phone as she went into her bathroom and dialed for Scott. She found out that he and Stiles hadn't told the sheriff the truth because Jackson had gone to his father and they were now facing serious trouble for locking him up in that van. When she heard that, she informed them that they were wrong about the Kanima seeking a friend. It sought a master.

"If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing then he probably doesn't know someone's controlling him."

Stiles was looking down at the phone while Scott was pacing a bit aways.

"Or he doesn't remember," Scott said coming to stand next to it as well.

"Or it might be the same kind of thing with Lydia when she took off from the hospital?" Stiles threw in.

"A fugue state," said Allison.

Scott nodded. "He would have to forget everything. The murder."

"Getting rid of the blood," Allison grimly added.

Stiles bit the corner of his cheek. "He did have help with one thing though: The video. Someone helped him forget that."

"Whoever's controlling him," answered Scott.

"Are you sure that Jackson has no clue about any of this?" Allison asked them.

Stiles narrowed his eyes. "He still thinks that he's becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia seems to have delayed the whole thing."

"So do we try to convince him he's not?" she asked.

Scott nodded. "If it helps us find whoever's controlling him, then yeah."

"Do you think he'll still talk to us after what we did?" Allison's voice was blatantly skeptical.

Stiles looked up at Scott. His eyes hard and tired. Scott could understand why. Jackson wouldn't talk to them before any of this even happened. The chance of that happening now was slim to none.

Which was made even less likely when the sheriff had the two of them called into the station's interrogation room. In the room was Mr. Whittemore and Scott's mother who looked like she was barely keeping in her anger.

Sheriff Stilinski started to read the restraining order that Mr. Whittemore drafted against Scott and Stiles with his son. "You will not go within fifty feet of Jackson Whittemore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault him physically or psychologically." When he finished he threw the document down onto the table.

Scott was trying hard to look down at his hands and not move his eyes to where his mother was. He could feel her eyes gazing down at him and her anger pouring out of her.

Stiles swallowed some discomfort as he looked at his dad. "What about school?" he asked him.

"You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a fifty foot distance," he said curtly.

Stiles could sense that his dad was trying not to yell. A part of him would've preferred him to yell. The fact that he could feel that his dad was struggling to not show how mad he was made Stiles insides feel itchy and irritated. He then found himself talking without really thinking. "Well, what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time and there's only two stalls available and they're right next to each other-" Stiles stopped when he saw his dad fold his arms and heard movements from both Ms. McCall and Mr. Whittemore which indicated that they folded their arms at him too. "I'll just hold it."

After all of that was settled, Stiles was being pulled off to the side by his father. "Do I need to remind you how lucky we are that they aren't pressing charges?"

Stiles just exhaled and rolled his eyes to try to spin this as an annoyance rather than a problem. It wasn't a problem since he was well practiced in being annoyed when it came to Jackson. "Oh, come on. It was just a joke."

"A joke?" his father spat out.

"Yes, I didn't think that it would be taken that seriously. Okay, humor is subjective to different levels of interpretation. One that Jackson and his dad interpreted too seriously."

"Oh?" his father said glaring a bit at him. "Then tell me how am I supposed to interpret the stolen prison transport van."

Stiles felt Scott and his mom step close to them but ignored them. "We filled the tank!" he tried to explain away.

Scott was looking at the two of them but was pushed by his mother. "Move," she muttered to him. They moved off to the hallway for a bit when his mother grabbed him to stop. "It's not just this," she started before leaning back to glare at him. "Although a restraining order is a new low that I didn't think that you would reach this soon. It's everything on top of it. The completely bizarre behavior," she said counting them with her hand. "The late nights coming home, having to beg Mr. Harris to make up that chemistry test you missed."

Scott narrowed his eyes. "I missed a chemistry test?"

His mother sighed. "Really Scott? Really?! I have to ground you. I'm grounding you. You're grounded."

Scott looked over to see that Stiles had finally gotten away from his father but stopped when he saw that he and his mother were having a tense moment themselves.

"What about work?" he asked.

She sighed in defeat. "Fine, other than work. And no TV," she said to make up for it.

Scott flinched. "My TV's broken."

"Then no computer," she said.

Scott flinched again. "I need the computer for school."

"Then no…" she looked back to see Stiles standing there in wait. "No Stiles."

Stiles eyes widened. "No Stiles?"

"No Stiles!" she said holding up her hand to make sure he stayed back. "And no more car privileges. Give me your keys! Give them to me!" She held up her hand for Scott to give his keys over to her. Scott went and handed them to her and she started to try and separate his car key but was having trouble. "I got it," she snapped when Scott tried to get it himself.

"Mom." Scott then went and wrapped his hands around hers to get her to settle down.

Stiles watched the exchange with a pained look that was mirrored in Scott's face.

His mom exhaled deeply to try and calm herself. "What is going on with you?" she asked looking Scott in the face. "Is this about Allison?"

Stiles was shaking his head but Scott kept his gaze on his mother. "Do you really want to know?"

"Yeah," his mother answered.

Stiles shook his head even more angrily. What was Scott doing? They may have been planning on telling his dad the truth but only because there was no choice. Now they couldn't because of all of this happening. It would only make things worse. They couldn't tell Scott's mom, she would freak.

"Is this about your father?" she asked. "It is isn't it?"

That got Stiles to nod his head. That was a better way to explain this away. Scott noticed and he just lowered his gaze to make it seem like his mom had guessed right. She told him that they would talk more at home before she left to get the car.

Scott watched her leave before he went over to Stiles who was giving him a look. Scott could feel the annoyance and anger coming from his friend being directed to him. Scott just sighed out in tired defeat. "I'm the worst son ever."

Stiles sighed. "Well I'm not exactly winning any prizes either," he said viciously as he looked over at his father being chewed out by Jackson's dad. A part of him wondered if Scott really thought that all this trouble was worth trying to help Jackson now. Because he knew that he wasn't feeling good about going through this for him in the slightest.

Over in the sheriff's office, Jackson was sitting calmly on the chair in there as he looked over in Scott and Stiles' direction with a proud smirk on his face.

That night, when Stiles and his father managed to get home, Stiles thought that his dad would try to question him more. Stiles could smell the anger and…disappointment coming off of him but he simply said to just head to his room and get to sleep because he had school tomorrow. His tone was calm and soft which hit Stiles in the heart hard. It made what his senses were picking up from his dad hit him harder. Stiles had to wonder…what would he be feeling from his father right now if he had told his dad the truth about everything tonight. Would he still be feeling this bad…or would he be feeling worse?

Over at Derek's lair, the Alpha was talking with his betas about the next step in getting the Kanima. One that involved Scott and Stiles.

"So why do we need their help?" Isaac asked him.

"Because it's harder to kill then I thought. And I still don't know who it is."

Isaac's eyes widened. "And they do?!" he asked doubtfully.

"They might," Derek said. "Which is why I need one of you to get on their good side."

Isaac and Erica shared a look. Erica seemed to be excited at that thought but not Isaac. After all, Scott and Stiles had both beat him down in the span of a week. He wasn't sure he wanted to try his luck against them again so soon.

Erica smirked. "Scott or Stiles?" she asked.

Derek thought on it. "Either…though, it might be smart to try Stiles first."

He then stood in front of a chest and bent down to open it.

"You know another full moon is coming Derek?" Isaac said.

Derek straightened himself up. "I'm aware of that." He then opened the lid of the chest to reveal sets of chains and collars.

Erica reached down to pick up a spiked crown. "Oh, these look comfortable," she said sarcastically.

Isaac tensed at the sight of them and looked at Derek as he took them away from her. "You said that you were going to teach us to change whenever we wanted."

"There hasn't been time," Derek said as he went to pile up the chains and bonds from his trunk.

"But…if you have to lock us up during the full moon then that means…that you'll be alone against the Argents."

"They haven't found us," he said calmly as he shut the chest and went to leave. He wasn't worried. The Argents had been looking for him, trying to find him by staking out his house and the school but they hadn't found his lair.

Isaac didn't share in his confidence. "Yet! So how about we just forget the Kanima?"

Derek turned around to look at him. "We can't! There…was something about the way Gerard looked at it. He wasn't afraid. At all. I don't know what he knows or what he's planning. But I do know that we have to find it first."

If Gerard knew something about the Kanima that seemed to benefit him then he would no doubt use it against them. The Kanima was strong enough to hold him at bay and if Gerard was able to get anything out of it then it could only spell trouble for them.

Allison walked into the library during lunch. She looked up to see one of the new cameras watching her. She walked over to the shelves to be hidden from its view. She reached for the tablet in her bag and slid it between the shelves where Scott and Stiles were waiting for it on the other end.

"It's everything that Lydia was able to translate. Trust me, she was very confused," she mumbled over at them.

"What did you tell her?" asked Scott.

"Uh, that we were part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures," she said amusingly.

That got Scott to snicker as well but Stiles stared at the two of them stone faced.

"I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures," he said to them.

Allison's eyes widened a bit. "Oh. Great," she said as Stiles stared at her.

Scott shook it off as he read Lydia's notes. "Okay, will this help us find out whoever's controlling him?"

Allison shook her head. "Not really. But Stiles was right about the murderers." Stiles brought his fist slightly up in victory. "It calls the Kanima a weapon of vengeance. There's a story there about a South American priest that uses the Kanima to execute murderers in his village."

Stiles eyes narrowed. A priest as a Kanima's master that used it to execute murderers? That didn't sound too sinister to him. "Oh, well maybe it's not too bad then."

But Allison continued. "Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to."

Stiles froze. "All bad. All very, very bad." If some small village priest could do that then he couldn't imagine the kind of person that would be controlling Jackson to do all these murders in town.

"But here's the thing," Allison said grabbing a book from the shelf. "The Kanima is actually supposed to be a werewolf but it can't be-" But she stopped when a teacher put a book back on a shelf across from her.

Scott however finished the thought for her as he read from the tablet. "Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it."

Stiles raised an eyebrow. "Okay, if that means that Jackson could use a few thousand hours in therapy, I could've told you that myself."

Allison thought of something else. "What if…what if it has something to do with his parents? His real parents."

Scott's face dropped. "Yeah, does anyone actually know what happened to them?"

Stiles turned to him. "Lydia might." She had been his girlfriend since high school started. She might've learned something about his family.

"What if she doesn't know anything?" Scott asked him.

"Well, he doesn't have a restraining order against me," Allison pointed out. "So, I'll talk to him myself."

"Okay," Scott said. "Then what do I do?" Stiles would talk to Lydia and Allison would talk to Jackson. What would he do during all of this?

"You have a make-up exam, remember?" said Allison.

Scott looked over to Stiles who nodded his head. Stiles couldn't believe that he forgot about that considering that his mom only badgered him about it last night.

Allison then reached in and grabbed onto Scott's hand through the shelves. "Promise me?"

"If he does anything you run the other way," he told her.

"I can take care of myself," she muttered to him.

"Allison, if something happens to you while I'm taking some stupid test then someone's going to have to take care of me," he said to her.

Stiles shrugged from his spot as he read through the bestiary. "Don't worry. I'd be more than happy to do that," he muttered. He then looked up to see Scott looking at him annoyed. "Scott, relax. We're in school. I think Allison will be fine as you spend an hour taking a test." He then looked at his watch. "One that you should already be heading for."

Allison let a small breath out. "I'll be fine Scott. Don't worry."

But none of that made Scott feel any better. "If he does…anything-"

Allison shrugged. "Like?"

"Anything bizarre. Anything-" Scott was stopped there as Stiles rolled his eyes and grabbed onto the back of Scott's neck and pulled him away. "Stiles," he started.

"Anything evil, got it? Good." Stiles said before he marched Scott off and out of the library still grabbing onto his neck. "Sorry Scott but the faster you take your test then the faster you could spy on Allison lovingly from afar," he muttered to him as he led him off for the science room.

Scott just let himself be manhandled away. Allison leaned back into the bookshelves shaking her head and rolling her eyes but in slight amusement.

Jackson walked into one of the lab stations in the school to find it empty. He was looking for the teacher but assumed he had stepped out for a bit so he decided to go over some stuff on his phone. He moved about until he stumbled onto the glass cage holding some tarantulas. His gaze then went to the one next to it that was holding a snake. Jackson then found himself opening the cage and reaching in to take it in his hand. The snake traveled up his arm and wrapped around his neck. Jackson seemed content as it slithered around him and opened his mouth as the snake then slithered into it and he swallowed it whole.

"Jackson?" Jackson then turned around to see that it was the teacher he was looking for and thought that he had seen what just happened. But the man just held up a document. "Did you still want to go over your paper?" he asked him.

Jackson looked away with a hard look overcoming his face and his feelings and emotions going numb.

Harris looked over at Scott as he sat down in the empty science room to take the exam that he had apparently missed. Scott tense enough with leaving Allison to question Jackson alone. It only got worse when he turned to the first page and his mind started to draw a blank on the first question. He could see that he was going to have a hard time getting through these questions as he hadn't been studying that much lately.

Ms. McCall found herself looking into her son's room and noticed that there was some clothes on the floor, just next to his hamper.

"Really Scott?" she mumbled as she went to toss them in before taking the hamper down to do the wash.

She then looked back into the room. Scott was away at school and she wondered if the explanation for what was going on with her son might just be in his room right now. She debated with herself against searching his room until she finally went in and began to look while telling herself that she was only going to straighten up.

It started as a cleaning expedition…until she got to his drawers and started to take out everything. And then empty out his closet and look under his bed. She had to find out just what was going on with him. If it was drugs, or something else. She went through a good part of his room until she sat at his desk and found a box of condoms. She nervously took the box to find that there was only one of them left inside. She could only think of one girl that her son would ever want to be with but was confused as she thought they had broken up. Unless, they were still together and were trying to keep it secret.

She couldn't understand exactly what this all meant but she had to find out more.

It had been over a half hour and Scott was still taking his test. He was getting even more tense and found himself making a few mistakes as he tried to get through his exam. His focus was slipping and his mind was starting to drift elsewhere.

Stiles tracked Lydia down and, tactlessly, asked if she could tell him anything about Jackson's real parents.

"I'm not supposed to tell anyone," she said as she started to walk off.

But Stiles followed after her. "Oh come on, anyone that says they're not supposed to tell anyone is always dying to tell someone. So, tell me."

"Why do you want to know?" she suspiciously asked him.

"I can't tell you that."

Lydia stopped for a second. "Then I'm not telling you," she said before walking off again.

Stiles kept following her. "But you are telling me that you could tell me something if you wanted to tell me?"

Lydia's eyes fell a bit. "Was that a question?"

"It felt like a question."

"Well…tell me if this feels like an answer. No," she said with a smile before she tried to take off faster from him.

Stiles stayed on her heels and didn't notice that he had been spotted by Erica who smiled as she watched him go off.

Stiles tried to get Lydia to stop and talk to him but now she wasn't saying anything to him at all. "Lydia? Come on Lydia, wait!" But she just kept walking off. Stiles just stopped walking after her just as he was pushed off to the side by Erica. "Hey Erica," he said curtly to her.

"Why are you asking about Jackson's real parents?" she asked him.

Stiles looked down to see that Erica's claws were out as she held him back in all their glory, in the school hallway in the middle of the day. "Why are you bringing out the claws on camera? You want the Argents to see you?" he asked before pointing to the one not too far away that was pointing right at them. That got her to take them off him. "That's right. You want to play Catwoman, I'll be your Batman." He then stepped around her and began to head out to try and get to Lydia and keep trying to find out more about Jackson's parents.

Erica just turned around to look at him. "If you're wondering about Jackson's real parents they're about half a mile from here," she said making him stop to look back at her. "In Beacon Hills Cemetery."

Stiles narrowed his eyes at her. Erica smiled at him before she went to walk away. Stiles stared after her as he looked back in the direction that Lydia went down. Did Erica truly know something about Jackson's parents too? He found himself going after Erica now.

"Okay, wait," he said as he headed over for her. "You really know how they died?"

"Maybe," she shrugged. "If you tell me why you're so interested." Stiles just stayed silent but Erica started to slow down until she finally stopped. The pieces seemed to just fit together in her mind. "It's him, isn't it?"

"What?" asked Stiles. "Him? Who?" he said getting nervous.

Erica started to walk again. "The test didn't work but it's still him. It's Jackson."

Stiles stopped as he watched Erica take off. "Damn it," he muttered as he headed off after her.

Jackson was walking down the path to the locker room but stopped as he looked back. He could sense that he was being followed. He narrowed his eyes and he went off into the locker room.

Allison stepped out from around the corner to try to head on in after him when the door suddenly opened and Allison flinched back. She calmed when she saw that it wasn't Jackson coming out of the room but Matt.

"Jesus," he laughed out and grabbing his chest. "You scared the hell out of me."

"Sorry. I was just…um…nothing," she said dropping her gaze from him.

Matt smiled softly at her. "Nice heels," he said pointing to the shoes in her hands.

Allison looked down to the shoes that were still in her hand after removing them to sneak up on Jackson. "Oh, yeah. My feet were hurting, so." She then went to put them back on.

"Same reason I never wear mine," Matt joked.

"What?" Allison said blankly.

Matt just shook his head. "Ah, forget it. Hey, did you hear about the Underground Show? They got some great names spinning."

"Oh, you mean like a rave?"

"Uh, is it still a rave if you don't roll? I just call it a party. But, hey, I got a friend that could hook us up with tickets if you're down. Want me to get you one?"

Allison smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, great."

Matt nodded. "Yeah? Alright, cool. It's Friday, so…looking forward to it," he said happily to her as he went off and left her alone outside the locker room.

Allison then started to hear heavy breathing and panting coming from inside the locker room. Like someone was in pain. It sounded like Jackson. Allison quickly went on inside to see what was wrong. She looked around but didn't see any sign of him.

"Jackson?" she called out.

"In here," she heard from the direction of the showers and she heard the sound of running water. She moved for them but then froze when she saw that Jackson was underneath the shower, naked. And he was staring and seemed to have been waiting for her.

"Jackson," she cried as she looked away.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"You could've warned me," she said scoldingly.

"You're the one that walked into the boy's locker room." He then shut the water off and made his way out.

"I thought I heard you…forget it," she said shaking it off.

Jackson made his way to right beside Allison and leered down at her. "Did you want to talk about something?"

Allison was starting to get a little scared. "We can talk later." She then tried to leave but Jackson went over and blocked her.

"No," he said putting his arm in her way. "Let's talk now," he whispered savagely to her."

The sight of Jackson wet and naked would've made most girls weak at the knees but Allison was finding the look he was giving her mortifying. He looked downright savage. Cold-blooded as his lizard form was. "I…I have to get to class," she said trying again to leave.

He smiled and shook his head. "No, no you don't. No, you have perfect grades. You could skip one class." Jackson then leered down at her. "Are you okay? You're heart's beating like crazy."

Yes, because Jackson was starting to truly terrify her. That's what was making her heart racing.

Over in the chemistry classroom, Scott was still trying to finish up his exam when he looked up to see that he had less than a minute left. The ticking from the clock echoed in his enhanced ear drums. He went to fill in his next answer when his pencil snapped. A new sound was echoing in his ears. The sound of a hurried heartbeat. Allison's heartbeat. She had to be in trouble for her heart to race like that in the school which meant that something must've been happening between her and Jackson. Scott quickly got up and went to put the test on Harris' desk and get to Allison but Harris stopped him before he could leave.

"What do you think you're doing?" he yelled at him.

Scott looked up at the clock. "The hour's up," he gasped out.

"You're not leaving until every single one of these bubbles is filled in," he said pointing at Scott's answer sheet to show him that there were still a handful of them blank.

Scott then ran over and filled in the remaining ones before he then ran out of the room.

Jackson was now starting to move in closer on Allison and she was slowly backing away but he stayed with her.

"I thought you wanted to talk," he said to her.

"I…I changed my mind." Allison nearly fell when she hit something on the floor but managed to stay on her feet and just looked in the opposite direction from him.

Jackson just kept on walking after her until she looked back at him again. "You sure? Because you look a little stressed." His face softened. "Is it Scott? Is it that whole thing? You know, I still can't believe that you still think your little Romeo and Juliet story is going to last. You know, eventually, he and his buddy Stiles are just going to run off to Derek and join his little wolf pack. If you don't realize that then you've got to be the stupidest bitch in this town. Well, other than Scott since he's a pretty stupid bitch himself."

"Stop it," Allison spat at him.

"Hell, even his stupid friend has bigger balls than him," he scoffed out. "He's not afraid to show his teeth unlike Scott who cries and curls up into the darkest corner he could find like a dumb dumped bitch."

"Just stop it!" Allison yelled at him.

But Jackson kept going. "What are you going to do Allison?" he asked lowly and savagely showing his teeth. "When your stupid bitch of a boyfriend turns on you?" He then went and trapped her between him and the wall and was practically in her face. "They kill your aunt. They almost killed Lydia. Who do you think's going to be next? Not you…oh no it can't be you because you're in love. Is that what you tell yourself?" he softly mocked at her. "Scott's different and everything is going to work out because we're in love. Well…if that's what you believe than you're already dead. After all, even I could see and practically feel the ice that his buddy Stiles is sending your way. Scott may love you but Stiles doesn't. After all, he tried to destroy your family's reputation. Hell, he might actually go the extra mile and kill them himself, starting with you." Jackson then went and brought his claws out and started to run them softly down the side of Allison's face and neck. "I just…I hope that your dad's been teaching you moves to protect yourself."

Allison's eyes were closed but then they opened to look Jackson right in the eyes. "Actually, he has," she whispered out.

She then threw his arms away from the sides of her head and then pushed at Jackson's neck to move him away from her. Jackson grabbed onto Allison just as he lost his footing and the both of them ended on the floor with him on top of her. When they landed, Allison looked up to see the expression on Jackson's face change. He no longer looked savage. Instead, he looked scared and confused.

"Allison?" he asked with a scared stutter. He then got off her. "What are you doing in here?"

Allison went and crawled off to the opposite wall as she stared at Jackson looking freaked out. It was like he had snapped out of a daze. She then heard the door open and looked over to see that it was Scott who walked in. He looked over from her to Jackson, who was naked and moving to quickly put a pair of shorts on.

"I'm fine," she said to him. "I'm fine Scott."

But Scott wasn't paying attention to her. His focus was on Jackson who had been in the locker room naked with his girlfriend. He then rushed over and slammed Jackson into the lockers.

Jackson hissed and glared out at him. "I have a restraining order!" he roared out.

"Trust me, I restrained myself," Scott spat out.

Jackson then ran for Scott and shoved him into the lockers opposite them before throwing him off for the showers. Scott flew off into them but quickly got back to his feet in time for Jackson to shove him into the wall. Scott went and grabbed onto Jackson's head and slammed his own head right into his face before shoving him off his feet to land with his back to the floor. He went to reach for Jackson but he went and kicked Scott back hard enough into the shower wall to crack it. Jackson then got up to try to leave but Scott quickly recovered and slammed him at the back of the head with a well-placed kick. Jackson took a weight that was nearby and threw it for Scott who managed to catch it before it hit him but the force made him sway back a bit. That sway gave Jackson time to push Scott against the wall and then grab him and push him down onto a sink. It broke off from the wall and shattered into pieces as Scott landed on it. Water started to gush out from the now exposed pipes.

Outside in the hallway, Erica was being pursued by Stiles.

"Erica wait. You cannot tell Derek. Look, there is a lot more to this that you don't know about and you might only help make things worse." Erica just hmm'd at him and kept walking. "And just because you got the Alpha bite makeover, that doesn't give you the license to go around and destroy people."

That finally got Erica to stop and look at him. "Why not? That's all everyone ever used to do to me."

"You just can't. Okay," he cut her off. "You and Isaac and Boyd think that you're all invincible and unstoppable now well, I hate to bring you back to reality but you're not. You all need to show restraint. Now more than ever." Erica just rolled her eyes at him. "I didn't say it was going to be easy. Look, not too long ago Scott and I ran into a werewolf that thought he could destroy anyone he wanted. He thought that he unstoppable and could do whatever, and kill whoever he wanted; and let me tell you, that got him burned in the end. Literally."

Erica just tilted her head to the side. "Yeah, well let me tell you my reality. I used to have the worst crush in the world on you." Stiles just stared at her. "Yeah, you Stiles. And you never even once noticed me." But then she saw Stiles look down and away from her. "Exactly how you're not noticing me right now." Erica froze when she saw that his expression wasn't of someone spacing out, but of puzzlement.

Stiles' eyes had been drawn to a heavy trail of water that was starting to leak out from underneath the door leading into the locker room. He pointed to it to show Erica and she turned around to look at the trail too. They both just stared at it for a moment before the doors burst open and Scott flew out and landed on the floor. He was then grabbed onto by Jackson and Stiles and Erica ran over to them. Erica went to restrain Jackson while Stiles went to restrain Scott as the two of them tried to keep going at one another.

"What the hell's going on?!" Harris said as he and some other students started to get drawn by the commotion.

Matt was among them and he noticed a tablet on the floor. He turned it on and looked onto the pages about the Kanima.

Mr. Harris kept yelling until Scott and Jackson finally seemed to settle enough for Stiles and Erica to let them go.

"Mr. McCall," Harris spat at him. "You want to explain yourself? Stilinski?"

Matt went on to send the file to himself and then came over and handed it for Scott. "You dropped this," he said to him.

Harris reached over and grabbed it. "You and you," he said to Scott and Jackson but then he froze. "Actually…all of you," he said pointing to Stiles, Erica, Allison and Matt as well. "Detention. 3 o'clock."