Chapter 14: Restraint part 2

Lydia was off at her locker, putting away her books for the day when she was visited by the boy that took it upon himself to be her own personal stalker.

"Busy after school?" he asked.

"Always," she said.

"Well, unbusy yourself. I want to talk to you. Actually, I want to show you something."

Lydia just folded her arms and smiled at him. "I thought we got passed the slightly rapy language," she joked at him.

The guy gave her a smile before he leaned in closer. "And, bring the flower."

He then left with Lydia looking after him with a small bit of amusement in her gaze.

Victoria Argent was working in the school office, monitoring the school's camera footage, when Melissa McCall walked right on in to see her.

"Hi there," she said to her.

"Hello," Victoria said before moving for the intercom. "Let me make an announcement. Have Scott brought to the office."

"Actually," Melissa said stopping her. "I came to talk to you."

"Me?"

"Yeah. It's about Scott…and Allison."

That made Victoria tense. She only became more so when Melissa told her that she suspected that the two of them were still together.

"I was under the impression that they were no longer dating," she said to her.

Melissa shrugged. "Me too, but it looks like they are. And more," she added with a nervous nod of her head. "A lot more."

"How do you know that it's not some other impressionable young girl? With severely low standards," she added skeptically.

Melissa narrowed her eyes slightly at her from that. "Because I know Scott. And Allison is the only girl that he's ever talked about like that. I just don't understand why the two of them are trying to keep it a secret. It doesn't make any sense to me. The only thing I can think of is the whole mess with Stiles and Allison's aunt. Maybe they are trying to spare his feelings. Whatever their reasons are, I just want them to be safe."

Victoria narrowed her eyes. "I couldn't agree more."

Mr. Harris was waiting in the library as Scott, Stiles, Allison, Erica, Jackson and Matt all walked on in to begin their detention. Scott, Stiles and Erica went over at one table while Allison, Matt and Jackson took another.

But Jackson paused and looked over at them. "Uh, we can't be in the same room together," he said to Harris. "I have a restraining order against these tools," he said wanting Harris to let him leave.

"All these tools?" asked Harris.

"No," Stiles said to him. He then pointed to himself and Scott. "Just us tools."

Harris smiled. "Fine. You two, over there," he said pointing to a slightly farther table.

Scott and Stiles picked up their stuff and moved while Jackson looked gobsmacked at being dismissed like that.

Scott sat down and sent Jackson a glare before he looked over at Stiles. "I'm going to kill him," he softly growled.

"No," Stiles said holding his hands out at him. "You're not. You're going to find out who's controlling him and then you're going to help save him," he said reminding Scott of his words the previous day.

But Scott shook his head. "No, you were right. Let's kill him." he mumbled before tightening his jaw. Scott saw that Stiles deflated then and there but he didn't look happy that Scott was now agreeing with him. In fact, he could sense that Stiles was annoyed and slightly angry.

"You've got to be kidding me," he breathed out.

Stiles thought that it was lucky that they were being watched by Harris because he was a stone throw away from tossing Scott around himself. After all of Scott's arguments with him. After all the deaths that Jackson caused during the Kanima. After suffering the backlash from Mr. Whittemore's legal restraining order against them as well as the anger and disappointment from both of their parents Scott had firmly been behind trying to save Jackson. And now, after all of that, the thing that made Scott change his mind was catching Jackson in the locker room, naked, with Allison? Stiles then pushed all of this down. He had just given Erica this big speech about restraint and it would be hypocritical of him to lose it only over an hour after he said it.

Over at the other table, Jackson was cracking his neck while Allison stared off at Scott and Stiles and Matt was looking at his tablet. Matt was going over what he had sent over to himself. He went over to the translation portion of the file and zoomed in on a name.

"Kanima," Matt mumbled.

Allison caught that and looked over at him as Matt looked over at Allison, as it was her tablet that had this file to begin with.

They were being watched by Stiles. For some reason, the sight of Matt looking at Allison seemed to be giving him a cold and churning feeling in the pit of his stomach. He then thought on everything they learned about the attack on Danny that revolved around the footage. "Hey…what if it's Matt," he said to Scott. "This whole thing comes back to the video, right?"

Scott thought that was a bit of a stretch. "Well, Danny said that Matt was the one who found out that two hours of footage was missing."

"Exactly," Stiles said. "He's trying to throw suspicion off himself. And other than Jackson, Matt is the only one that knew about Danny working to recover the footage in the first place."

With that Scott looked over at Matt to see eating from a bag of chips. "So…he makes Jackson kill Isaac's dad, one of Argent's hunters and the mechanic working on your jeep?"

"Yes," Stiles nodded.

"Why?"

Stiles paused. "Because…he's evil." He then looked over at the table to see that both he and Jackson went to look over at them.

But Scott shook his head. "You just don't like him," he argued.

But Stiles shook his head. "No, it's him. I don't know why but there's something about that guy that…bugs me. I mean, just look at his face."

Scott looked over at Matt to see him offering a chip to Jackson who shook his head and refused it. He then rolled his eyes. "Got any other theories?"

Jackson then started to grab at his head as a searing pain started to come over him.

"Are you okay?" Matt asked as he and Allison saw that Jackson seemed to be in some sort of pain.

Jackson then got up. "I have to go to the bathroom," he said to Harris.

Harris saw how Jackson looked and stood up. "You okay? You don't look so good."

"I just need some water," Jackson said as he left the library.

Scott, Stiles, Allison, Matt and Erica watched as Jackson quickly left through the doors.

Harris got up and looked to all of them. "No one leaves their seats," he said before he left to go after him.

When Harris was gone, Scott and Stiles looked over at each other before they moved over to head to where Erica was sitting.

"Stiles said that you know how Jackson's parents died," Scott said as soon as they sat down.

"Maybe," she said not looking up from doing her homework.

"Talk," said Scott.

Erica stopped writing and put her book and pen down and looked up at him. "It was a car accident. My dad was the insurance investigator and every time that he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting when he's eighteen."

Stiles' eyebrows rose. "So not only is Jackson rich now, he's going to be richer at eighteen?" he asked her dully.

"Yep," she said to him with a smile.

Stiles huffed. "There is something so deeply wrong with that," he said with Scott nodding in agreement.

With how Jackson had been acting, he made it sound like he had next to nothing when the fact is that he would be getting more than most people would see in their lifetimes.

"You know what," Erica said as she reached for her laptop. "I can try to find the insurance report in my dad's inbox. He keeps everything."

Scott barely heard any of that as he looked over at Allison sitting not too far away from him but she seemed to be trying to avoid looking at him. He guessed that what happened between him and Jackson in the locker room had her freaked out.

Then there was a ding as the school's intercom sounded. "SCOTT MCCALL. PLEASE REPORT TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE."

Scott shared a look with Stiles before he looked over at Allison. Why would Scott be being called to the office? What did Gerard want?

Jackson was rushing off into the locker room with Mr. Harris on his heels.

"Jackson," Harris called out to him.

Jackson just held his hand out to stop him. "I'm fine. Just give me a minute," he said before going on into the locker room.

Jackson stumbled around the room until he got to one of the sinks. The pressure on his head was starting to intensify and he held onto his head tightly. He looked into the mirror just in time for his right eye to burst as the snake he had swallowed earlier pushed its way out and then slither down into the sink. He gasped as he looked up to see that his eye seemed fine as if nothing happened. He started to huff heavily as the pressure he was feeling faded though he was still freaked about what had just happened.

He emerged from the locker room with Harris still standing there waiting for him. "You okay?" he asked.

Jackson nodded. "Yeah…I'm okay," he grunted out before Harris led him off so that they could head back into the library.

Jackson moved off for his seat and sat down ignoring the looks from both Matt and Allison. Matt seemed puzzled but Allison was looking at him slightly freaked out.

Over where Stiles was sitting with Erica, he was looking over the files that Erica managed to recover from her father's files.

"Hey," he mumbled as he pointed to a certain one. "Look at these."

"Passengers arrived at the hospital DOA. Estimated time of death: 9:26pm. June 14, 1995," Erica read out.

Stiles stiffened. "Jackson's birthday is June 15th."

There was something more to this then he had originally guessed. And whatever that something is could hold the key for why he turned into what made Jackson turn into the Kanima in the first place.

Harris saw that his time was up and so he started to pack up his stuff. When the students saw that Harris was getting set to leave, they started to pack up their stuff too. But he chuckled at them. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said amusingly to them. "I'm leaving but none of you are. You can go when you're done with the re-shelving," he said patting the books that hadn't been put back on the shelves. "Enjoy the rest of your evening." He then left them to the long task.

Harris moved off for his car and then started to pull out. The back bumper of his car had a bumper sticker on it. It read: Imagination is More Important than Knowledge by Einstein.

Lydia was at home, getting ready to meet her personal stalker, but she couldn't find the flower he gave her anywhere. She tried going outside to the vine where the guy plucked it from but found that it was bare of those flowers.

"Perfect," she mumbled.

She looked over to the gate where the guy had come from the other night and she headed on out. She soon found herself walking through the woods as some mist rolled around. She was walking off until she saw a beautiful looking grand house in the distance.

Scott had entered the office and found Mrs. Argent in there sharpening a pencil. "Principal wanted to see me?" he asked her as she finally stopped sharpening.

"No," she said. She didn't seem to be very happy. "I did. I'm concerned about the detention today. How Allison ended up in there with you. And Mr. Stilinski," she said savagely before she went to sharpen the pencil again even though it was already fine. Scott's eyes followed it before she took it back out. "A sink was ripped off the wall. You're lucky that I'm here to explain that to people somehow. You realize that?" she asked him pointedly.

Scott nodded quickly. "Yeah. I do now."

"Good." She then held up the pencil close to her face. "Are you having sex with my daughter?" she asked out of nowhere.

Scott's eyes widened. Mrs. Argent moved to sharpen the pencil again and his eyes followed it nervously. "No," he said softly. "I'm not having sex with your daughter."

Mrs. Argent thought brought out the pencil to reveal that it was now practically sharpened to the eraser. "I certainly hope not."

Mrs. Argent was looking at him with a fierce look and he could practically taste the loathing that was oozing out of her against him. Scott couldn't help but hear Stiles vicious words from the night of the attack at the pool: 'You are and will always be nothing but a dumb animal to be put down to them.'

Scott headed off back for the library and saw that everyone was shelving books. He moved over to where Stiles was Allison made her way over to them.

"What did Gerard want?" she asked him.

"Oh, no it wasn't him. It was your mom," he said to her surprise.

"Well, what did she want?" Stiles asked him.

Scott saw the both of them ready to hear about what had happened. "Uh, she…kind of wanted to talk about that whole thing with one of the locker room sinks being torn off the wall."

"What did you say?" Stiles asked him.

He shrugged. "What could I say?" he answered back.

Stiles nodded. "Well, it's good that you're back because you won't believe what I just found."

Stiles then began to tell the two of them about Jackson's parents' deaths and the time that they died in relation to Jackson's birthday. Over a few shelves away, Jackson was starting to feel slightly sick again and Matt was close by and noticed how he was looking. He asked if Jackson was alright and he just nodded silently as he just stared hard at the book he was gripping tightly.

"But," Scott said when his friend was done. "What does that mean?"

"It means that Jackson was born after his mom died. By C-Section. They had to pull him out of her dead body."

"So…was it an accident or not?" Allison asked him.

Stiles shrugged. "The word all over the report was that it was inconclusive."

"His parents could've been murdered?" Scott asked.

Stiles nodded. "If they were then it falls in line with the Kanima myth. 'Seeks out and Kills Murderers'."

Allison's eyes narrowed in thought. "But…for Jackson or the one controlling him?"

That was a very good question.

Jackson was still shelving books and he picked one up to see that the spine of it had his name. He blinked and the sight of his name was replaced with the book's title. He shook himself loose and put the book away before picking up another. This one had the cover telling him to close his eyes. He blinked to see that it was just a novel. However, it was just a moment before the cover had words telling him to close his eyes now. Jackson then started to feel his mind go numb and blank as he started to shut his eyes.

Scott shook his head. "We have to tell him. We have to talk to him," he said before moving to find Jackson.

"But he's not going to listen-" Allison tried saying as he went off.

Scott just kept going but froze when he saw a lone book laying on the floor. He carefully moved to it and looked into the aisle to see Matt was face down on the floor. A bloodied scratch on the back of his exposed neck. Scott ran to him just before a light burst overhead as a shape moved across the shelves above. Scott looked up to see that it seemed to be heading for the next shelf where a certain werewolf was.

"Erica!" he called out.

The lights and tiles overhead started to crack and fall down and Stiles went and pulled Allison down to shield from the falling rubble. Allison looked up to see that Stiles eyes had turned and his fangs were starting to come out. Erica was left to face Jackson and caught a glimpse of him before she found herself pierced by claws. She cried out and her cry made the two other werewolves move off for her with Allison right next to them.

Scott saw that the aisle was empty except for Erica and tried to look for Jackson and found him right when he about faced. Jackson's face was half shifted. Scales were covering half of him and his eyes were slitted with some fangs showing. He roared at Scott before he went and pushed him off into one of the library's carts. Stiles brought out his claws and tried to swipe at Jackson but he grabbed onto Stiles' wrist and squeezed on it. Stiles bared his teeth as he tried to push the pain away and tried to attack with his other hand. But before he could land the hit Jackson went and kicked Stiles down to the floor next to where Allison was kneeling. Scott rolled off to be kneel next to them and Stiles picked himself up and the two were kneeling to block off the path to Allison with both of their faces back to normal.

The three of them kept their eyes on Jackson who didn't seem to be going after them but was standing in the middle of the library just staring off at the ceiling. His head then started to bobble around and then his arm started to move up. It was almost like Jackson was some kind of…string puppet. His hand was writing on a nearby blackboard seemingly of its own accord as Jackson wasn't even looking at it. The three of them just watched until the message was done. It read: Stay out of my way or I'll kill all of you.

When it was done, Jackson then leapt up and went through one of the high windows. Scott, Stiles and Allison then got to their feet as they let the minds try to catch up on everything that just happened. Scott and Allison's eyes were on the message that Jackson left while Stiles' eyes moved off to where Erica was paralyzed on the floor. He looked down on her and saw that she didn't just seem to be paralyzed. She seemed to be fidgeting around as if in some kind of pain.

"Hey," he called out to the others. Stiles lifted Erica up into his arms. "I think she's having a seizure."

Scott ran over to them while Allison ran over to where Matt was still laying on the ground to check on him.

"He's alive," Allison said after checking him. "Just paralyzed."

Stiles saw that Erica's shaking was getting worse. "We need to get her to a hospital!"

"De-Derek," Erica managed to cough out. "I need Derek."

Scott looked back over to Allison. "Okay. When we go to the hospital-"

"To Derek," Erica coughed out. "To Derek."

Allison just stared. "Go," she said to them.

Scott picked himself up and ran over to Allison with Stiles calling after him but Scott didn't stop until he got to her. "I'm staying with you."

But Allison shook her head. "No. Stiles can't take her alone and I have to call an ambulance for Matt. Go."

"She's right Scott!" Stiles called out. "One of us has to stay holding Erica and the other has to drive. I can't do both!"

"This doesn't feel right," Scott cried.

"It's okay," Allison said.

But Scott shook his head. "No, it doesn't feel right."

"It…doesn't mean anything," she told him sadly.

"But it feels like it does," he muttered harshly to her.

"Scott," she said cutting him off. "Go. Go!"

The urgency was intensified with Stiles starting to yell. "Scott! We have to go! Now!"

Scott exhaled deeply as he just surrendered to the circumstances but not before moving in to give Allison a kiss to her forehead before moving off to Stiles and Erica. He took Erica from Stiles and Stiles started to run off ahead to get his car started and ready for them. The library's camera zoomed in and followed after them.

Lydia made it to the inside of the house that she saw to find that it was empty. There was little furnishing it and there were some leaves and dirt around but it was clear that this place had the look that it could be marvelous.

"Hello?"

Lydia started to look around but didn't see any sign of anyone around.

"Over here."

Lydia turned around to find the boy she was looking for standing off to the side. "Is this your house?"

He started to move over to her. "It was. I'll tell you all about it. But first…did you bring the flower?"

He started to circle her and Lydia dropped her head a bit. "I couldn't find it."

He stopped when he was directly behind her. "It's okay," he said drawing her to look at him. "But, since you don't have it, I'm going to need that kiss."

He then slowly leaned in and Lydia returned the soft kiss that he was giving her. The two of them started to get lost in the feel of it before Lydia broke away and went to hug him. She then looked over at a mirror cabinet that was standing not too far away but her eyes widened to find that it was reflecting something different. She wasn't in a sunny room with the boy but a dark one with a burnt looking man. Then everything faded away and Lydia saw that she was indeed in a dark ruined house. She then looked to see that the boy wasn't a boy but indeed a burnt man dressed in a leather jacket by the name of Peter Hale and she backed away.

But he just stepped closer to her and tilted his head. "Is something wrong?" he asked her.

Lydia panicked and was horrified at everything that was happening as she started to slip and slide down onto the floor until she found herself falling into a blank state and letting herself just…numb to everything around her.

Peter went to sit right next to her. "I'm so sorry Lydia. All of this must be terribly confusing. But, at least you know that you're not actually crazy. No, not completely, there's bound to be some…residual effects but you're a strong girl. I could start to see why one of my little betas is so taken with you. Personally I think you're going to pull through with a minimal amount of post-traumatic stress. And a few years of…profoundly disturbing nightmares." He then went to stroke her hair lovingly. "I had a plan you know. It was a good plan but if there was one thing I've learned in life is that you should always have a backup. That would be you," he said right into her ear. "Your immunity makes you the perfect Plan B. You wouldn't turn from the bite. You wouldn't die. But you would be able to do, one, very, important thing…you know what that is Lydia?"

He then yelled at her and Lydia saw flashes of her memories with the boy. Waiting in the guidance office with him revealed that he hadn't been there at all. Or that night with her dog as it had come back to her on its own when she called. She had never been given a flower at all which explained why she couldn't find it. And that day in school when she had stopped in front of the trophy case, she had looked down at a picture of Peter Hale when he was a high school student which was revealed to be who that boy really was.

Lydia then found herself back in the burnt house, alone, but she opened her hands to reveal the flower. A flower called Wolfsbane. And…underneath the floorboards of the house was the burnt and buried body of Peter Hale.

Scott and Stiles brought Erica into Derek's hideout and he took them into the empty train car and they set her down on the floor.

"Hold her up," Derek said and Stiles went to hold up her head.

"Is she dying?" he asked the Alpha.

Derek started to panic. "She might…I-" He then reached down to Erica's wrist. "This is going to hurt." He then went and pulled on it causing her to scream out with Stiles and Scott watching her in horror.

"You broke her arm?" Stiles asked savagely.

"It'll trigger the healing process," Derek explained. "I still have to get the venom out. This is where it's really going to hurt." He then dug his claws into her skin and started to squeeze out some black blood.

Erica started to scream out in even more pain and Stiles went and tightened his hold on her. Stiles then brought out his left hand and brought it to be right above where Derek had clawed into her arm. He took hold of her and he closed his eyes as he focused. Derek and Scott then saw the veins in his hand go black as he started to pull out as much pain from her as he could. That got Erica's breathing to settle and her screaming to stop. Stiles' face was scrunched up as he felt some of the pain travel to his hand and up his arm into his head.

"Stiles," Erica said making him open his eyes and look down at her staring at him. "You make a good Batman," she muttered to him. She was giving him a soft and thankful look before she seemingly passed out from the shock of the combined sharp pains and sudden relief she was given.

Derek let go of Erica and let out a deep breath. "She's healing. She's going to be okay." That got both Scott and Stiles to sigh out in relief. Derek then stood up and looked down to see that Stiles was still pulling pain from Erica. "Don't do that too much and too long. It saps your strength and could end up severely hurting you."

Derek then stepped out. Scott and Stiles shared a look with Stiles silently agreeing to stay with Erica while Scott went after Derek. Stiles looked down at Erica as he took some more pain from her and then let it go. As soon as he did, he felt Erica start breathing a bit more easily. As he watched her, he remembered what she said to him earlier today. About having a crush on him. He had to admit, he just thought that she had been trying to mess with him like she had been with Scott but maybe she had been telling him the truth after all. Yes, he had always had a very strong thing for Lydia but she never really noticed him until recently. They were definitely getting closer, yes, but she didn't seem to be returning his feelings yet. It seemed that Erica might be the same thing but with him. He'd never been on the other end of something like that. He honestly didn't know how to feel about that.

Outside, Scott was rounding on Derek.

"You know who it is," Scott said to him.

Derek stopped and looked off back for the train car and then sat down. "Jackson."

"You just wanted Erica to confirm it, didn't you?" Derek just looked away. Scott then bit the corner of his cheek. "I'm going to help you stop him as part of your pack. If you want me in, fine. And I think Stiles will be in too. But, on one condition, we're going to catch him, not kill him."

"And?" Derek said folding his arms.

"We do it my way," he told the Alpha.

Over in the train car, Stiles was looking off in the direction of the two of them as he narrowed his eyes before he looked back down at the unconscious Erica. He agreed that the only way to stop the Kanima was to work with Derek and his pack. It was too strong for him and Scott to deal with alone. Six werewolves would be more better than two. But something didn't seem right with Scott's tone. Stiles knew that Scott wouldn't do this if there was another way but something about how Scott told Derek that he would join him seemed…off to him. He then sighed and looked up at the ceiling. Stiles didn't know why but he had a feeling that something worse was in the works.

In the hospital, the woman from the trailer was in a hospital bed as the doctors and nurses started to take away her newborn child. Melissa McCall stayed behind to straighten up her bed but the woman grabbed her wrist.

"Please," she said to her. "You have to tell them."

Melissa just smiled at her. "It's okay. The baby's fine," she said to her.

But the woman didn't let go. "It's not the baby."

Melissa nodded. "Okay?"

"It killed Shane," she cried.

Melissa face tightened but she nodded. "Sweetheart, the police know."

"They don't. They didn't see it. It…wasn't human," she managed to say before she succumbed to her lack of energy from the delivery.

"Okay," Melissa muttered before she left the room and shut off the lights.

The woman was left to rest but there was soon a visitor in her room. A shape she recognized with her husband in the trees. She pleaded for it to leave her alone but it grabbed her and then suffocated her until she died there on the hospital bed.