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Thank You, For Being You

Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader Series

Frenemy

Prompt: With the group knowledge that the Kanima is in fact Jackson, it's time to try to take some real action.

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After what you had witnessed Allison had taken Lydia home while you and the boys got into Roscoe and took off after Jackson.

"And we're sure they don't know it's Jackson," you repeated for what might have been the hundredth time. You had no seatbelt on while sitting in your usual spot in the back middle. "Pretty sure, they were a little preoccupied," Stiles shot back trying to focus on the road as he swerved under a bridge almost coming into contact with a fence.

"Okay, what do we do now?" Stiles had looked at the passenger seat along with you only to find it vacant and the door wide open. Your heads turned back to the windshield watching as Scott's form landed on the other side of the fence, taking off. Stiles sighed shaking his head, looking at you.

"Why does he always do that?" you questioned.

You and Stiles had followed Scott until he stopped at a bar, once Stiles had parked you both had scrambled out the car and towards the werewolf. You ended up startling the boy when you almost crashed into him.

"Sorry!"

"Sorry, I'm sorry!" You both apologized Stiles holding you to keep you balanced. "Did you see where he went," Scott groaned at the boy's question, "I lost him."

"You lost him!" your scream was covered by Stiles' hand as he spoke, "What? you couldn't catch his scent?"

"I don't think he has one."

"Alright, any clue where he's going?" Stiles continued with his onslaught of questions. "To kill someone," Scott said as if it wasn't the most obvious answer.

You took the hand resting on your mouth off, "I would've never guessed." Stiles pointed at you in mockery, "Ah! That explains the claws and the fangs and all that. Good, makes perfect sense now!" You played along with his statement, pointing back at the sarcastic boy.

Scott gave you both unimpressed looks, "What, Scott come on, I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense." The werewolf's eyes flickered to you, raising your hands you answered, "I'm basically in the same boat."

"Just help me find it."

"Not 'it', Jackson," Stiles corrected.

"Yeah, I know. I know."

"Alright, but does he know that?"

You gritted your teeth, "He better not know because if he lied straight to our faces, I'm gonna kick his teeth in."

"Did anybody else see him back at your house," Scott shook his head gazing at you, "I mean, I don't think so." You gave a similar answer, "He was already upstairs with Lydia when I got there." Another sigh was heard from the omega, "But he already passed Derek's test anyway."

"Yeah, but that's just the thing. How did he pass the test?"

"I don't know," stressed Scott to Stiles.

You rocked your head to side, "If we assume that he wasn't lying to us and maybe he doesn't remember, that would be significantly different from a werewolf." Your best friends' heads both turned to you in confusion. "Well as a werewolf you remember when you transform. If Jackson doesn't, it could mean the Kanima is technically a different entity."

"When's the Kanima, not the Kanima?" Stiles asked.

Scott answered, "When it's Jackson."

Stiles took a few steps, "Uh, dude." Scott and you both looked at him as he pointed up. Just barely you could see Jackson's tail slither into the building from the window at the top.

"Okay but why is he going in there?" you gestured to the building. Scott's head tilted back to the front door and you saw him perk up, "I know who he's after." You moved your head to look where Scott was staring. It was Danny.

"What how? Did you smell something?"

Scott nodded, "Armani."

You guys made your way to the back where Scott had ripped the back lock off and you guys went in. Even though it seemed to be mostly a men's gay bar you saw a couple of girls scattered about, which made you breathe out of relief, at least you wouldn't stick out too much. You kept low, staying behind the boys while they tried to order beer. You eyes rolled, even in the face of danger they acted ridiculous. You yelled over the loud sound of music, "Hey, I found Danny," pointing in the direction of the dancing hockey player.

"I found Jackson."

You grouped a little closer as you guys started plotting, "Get to Danny," Scott ordered.

"What are you gonna do," Stiles asked.

Scott's claws whipped out, "Works for me," you shrugged grabbing Stiles and you tried to make your way through the crowd.

"Hey! Danny!" The two of you took turns calling for him but it didn't matter, he couldn't hear you over the raving music. It ended up being too late, even with Derek showing up, Jackson was able to paralyze Danny and a few others.

Scott followed the blood trail, you and Stiles trailing behind, that Jackson had left behind from when Derek slashed him. Scott was crouched next to the unconscious Jackson, "What do we do with him now?"

You guys had squished Jackson on the floor of the backseat of Stiles' Jeep. Inconvenient for you since your spot was in the backseat, you used your feet to push Jackson further forward so you had more space for your legs.

Scott had gotten in the passenger side, finished talking to Danny, "Couldn't get anything out of Danny."

"Okay, can we just get the hell out of here now before one of my dad's deputies sees me?" Stiles panicked turning to the wheel to start the Jeep. "No, seriously, I really don't like being back here with the lizard man." Before Stiles could even turn the key, Sheriff came rolling in sirens and lights on.

"Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Could this get any worse?" Like out of a sitcom Jackson made a sound similar to a hum. "That was rhetorical," Stiles turned yelling as if it could've been heard by the passed out boy.

Scott pointed to the lights, "Get rid of him." Stiles did a double take before whispering like his dad could hear him even from so far away, "Get rid of him? We're at a crime scene and he's the sheriff."

You shot forward and screeched, "Do something!" Both boys jumped at your tone, Stiles flailed his arms in frustration and then left to go fix the situation. Jackson began to wake up and Scott as well as you started to panic, shushing him to be quiet. Enough became enough and Scott finally punched Jackson across the jaw causing Jackson to go unconscious once more. You two made eye contact with Sheriff waving trying to make everything seem normal.

You saw him nod his head at your best friend before the boy tapped the side of his dad's shoulder and then jogged back to the Jeep. You guys drove away as soon as Stiles started Roscoe, driving into the night.

"Uh, what about your house?"

"Not with my mom there?"

Your head lifted from its tired state, "What about our house?" Scott motioned to Jackson, "We need to take him somewhere, where we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him. Or long enough to convince him he's dangerous."

"I still say we just kill him," Stiles stated which earned an hum of agreement from you, "I personally think Stiles is on to something."

"We're not killing him!"

"Jeez, okay," you mumbled.

Stiles groaned, "God! F- okay, okay."

There was a few moments of silence when Stiles began to speak again, "I've got an idea." You scoffed, "Oh, no. That's never good."

"Does it involve breaking the law?"

"By now, don't you think that's a given?"

You snorted at their interaction, "Seriously, at this point we might just land ourselves on Beacon Hill's most wanted."

"I was just trying to be optimistic," reasoned Scott.

Stiles rebutted without hesitation, "Don't bother."

Apparently Stiles' great plan was to steal a Beacon Hills police transport vehicle and lock Jackson inside. Definitely not his most foolproof plan, that's for sure. Luckily for you, they sent you away as to not get you caught up in the mess. Which led you back to school where you were basically forced to do two things, hang out with Allison plus Lydia and the other being to avoid Isaac as much as possible.

You saw Allison walking through the empty hall, she was watching as some technicians installed cameras. "They're to keep tabs on all the creepy crawlies, aka us," you joked as you finally caught up with her. "By the way, don't worry Scott said that he would be back for class, so you should probably get going now if you want to have a chance to talk to him." She nodded gratefully, resting her hand on your shoulder for a second, she took off in the direction of her class.

Classes had gone by agonizingly slow, probably because you didn't have the two people you always had with you. Out of everything though, the hardest thing has been avoiding the blue-eyed werewolf. Hallways were pretty easy but during classes were especially hard, guess that's your own fault for choosing spots as close as you could to him at the beginning of the year.

The last class had ended and you were collecting your things from your locker. You had planned on going back to the spot Stiles had chosen to keep the vehicle, however that was probably gonna have to wait.

"(Y/N)!"

You could feel your blood run cold as your body froze in its spot. You slightly glanced over your shoulder to see it was indeed the same boy you had been avoiding, well trying to that is. You tried to rush off down the hall but he was too fast for you, his hand grasped your wrist spinning you around to face him.

"(Y/N), please," he spoke softly as you continued to try and tug yourself free. "Just wait."

The softness of his voice had stopped you, you couldn't help yourself it was like it triggered something inside of you. Even with all the knowledge you had, any hint of the old Isaac sucked you back in without a thought.

You finally stopped pulling, letting the weight of your body drop and you kept your attention on the floor, "You tried to kill her, you hurt my friends. How could you?" You sounded so shattered, it made Isaac's whole body tremble. "I know, I know but Derek-." Your head shot up, "But Derek nothing! You had a choice and you chose wrong! I just, ugh," your hands reached at the roots of your hair by your temples, pulling out of stress, your rambling had continued. You didn't even care anymore the hallway had already cleared from everyone going home so nothing was stopping your outburst. Nothing except the feeling of soft lips on yours.

You felt shock run its way through your body like volts of electricity. His lips were on yours. He was kissing you. You couldn't stop yourself from easing yourself into him, finally returning the action, your arms wrapping themselves around his neck and eyes fluttering closed. When he felt you reciprocate his hands moved from your wrists, one placing itself around your waist tugging you closer while he laid the other on your hip.

Eventually you two pulled away from each other, small gasps of breath releasing from both of you. Almost like you had broken out of a trance you put your hand on his chest pushing him away. "You can't just do that after everything you've done and expect it to be all okay."

He nodded, "I know, I'm sorry. I don't know what just came over me, I couldn't help myself. I didn't come to mess with you okay, I just needed to see you." He paused looking at you, he was looking for something, anything to indicate that you believed him.

"Did you lie to me?"

Your question caused the boy's eyebrows to furrow as he shook his head, "What?"

Your foot stomped out of frustration, "At the school, the night of the game, did you lie to me Isaac Lahey? Was it some kind of sick plan Derek put you up to?" His mouth stood gaped, he shook his head rapidly, "No, no, I never lied to you about any of that. (Y/N), I really, really like you, okay? I always have."

"Then why did you do it, following Derek's orders meant hurting me so if you felt anything for me why would you listen to him." He went silent, he didn't have an answer. He wanted you by his side but he didn't want to be an omega. He had to choose though because he couldn't have it both ways.

You felt your phone buzz, taking it out of your pocket you saw a message from Allison.

They know about the thing.

Alright omw.

Even with her keeping the text short because of her parents, you knew exactly what she was talking about. Jackson, someone knew about what the boys did to Jackson; his parents, Allison's, or the cops, you weren't sure but that didn't matter.

Trying to keep a straight face you looked back at the werewolf standing in front of you. You were pretty sure they still didn't know about Jackson so you had to be careful. "I have to go." You quickly turned, adjusting your bag back on your shoulder.

"Wait-."

"You can't keep trying to play both sides Isaac."

You had found Allison in the school and you both went to meet Stiles in the woods. You've never seen the girl drive so fast before if you were being honest. Once you had made it, you guys made a dash for the vehicle where Stiles faced away from you.

You startled the boy who let out a scream of, "Oh, my God," while you started talking, "They know."

"What?"

"They know Jackson's missing!" Allison exclaimed a look of panic still on her face.

Stiles raised the phone in his hand, "No, they can't. I've been texting his parents since last night. They don't have a clue." The girl gave a rapid shake of her head, "My grandfather told me his parents went to the police. They know."

Stiles turned to you for confirmation and when you gave him just that he let the phone dangle in between two of his fingers as if it had suddenly gotten a disease. He let out noises of panic as he raised it to you, "Chuck that." He dashed into the van, grabbing the radio where the dispatcher could be heard.

All available units proceed to Beacon Hills Preserve as instructed. Proceed with caution until Sheriff Stilinski's arrival. Repeat, proceed with caution.

You three jumped into the van, Allison turned to Stiles, "Where are we going?" He typed on Jackson's phone, "Somewhere very far from this," he tossed it out the window before speeding away.

Stiles had given you his phone to call for Scott, he said it was so they couldn't connect you to anything if something happened. Scott had answered and assured you three he would meet you guys there as soon as he could.

When Stiles had found a better place to park, you three waited for Scott which ended up not being that long in the end. The four of you stood close to the edge discussing what to do with Jackson.

"If Jackson doesn't remember being the Kanima, then he's definitely not gonna remember stealing Danny's tablet," the werewolf sighed.

Stiles replied with such urgency it almost scared you, "Why would he steal the thing if he doesn't even know what's on it?" You shrugged, "Maybe it wasn't his idea, what if someone else took it?"

"Then somebody else knows what he is," Stiles pointed out. Scott looked at Stiles in realization, "Which means that someone's protecting him."

Allison nodded along, "Like the bestiary says, 'The Kanima seeks a friend,' right?"

Stiles stopped the conversation, "Okay, hold on. So somebody watches Jackson make a video of himself turning into the Kanima and then just erases part if it so he wouldn't know? I mean, who would do that?"

"Somebody who wanted to protect him," Allison offered. "There's something else," Scott started, "You said the only thing you found online about the Kanima is that it goes after murderers. What if that's actually true?"

"So what, all the people killed so far have been murderers? Seems absurd doesn't," you questioned.

"Well, no, it can't be. It tried to kill all of us, remember? I don't know about you three but I haven't murdered anybody lately," Stiles said.

"But I don't think that it was actually trying to kill us," Scott turned to Allison, "Remember when we were at Isaac's the first time, it just went right by us, didn't it?"

"You're right, it just ran off," she confirmed. Scott had turned back to Stiles, "And it didn't kill you in the mechanic's garage."

"It hasn't tried to kill me, yet," you added.

"Well, yeah, but it tried to kill me and Derek in the pool."

"Did it," Scott asked.

"It would've. It was waiting for us to come out."

"What if it was trying to keep you in?"

Stiles rolled his shoulders back and bounced on his feet, "Why do I feel so violated all of a sudden?" You patted his shoulder slightly and continued the conversation, "Okay, but why would it go through all that trouble?"

"Because there's something else going on. We don't know what it is. We don't know anything about what's going on with Jackson or why someone's protecting him."

You saw Allison face scrunch up lightly, "Know thy enemy." You three turned your attention towards her, "Just something my grandfather said."

"Alright, I got it," Stiles stated, "Kill Jackson. Problem solved." You pointed to the boy, "Honestly, the more I hear that suggestion, the more I'm starting to consider it. I was against Derek killing Lydia but when it comes to Jackson that philosophy it starting to go out the window."

The couple looked at you two, unamused by your banter. "He risked his life for us. Against Peter, you remember that?" He tried to reason with you two but you guys weren't having it.

"Yes, but what did we just find out," you scoffed.

"He got the bite from Derek. It's funny how he just got exactly what he wanted but supposedly risking his life for us, it's funny," Stiles waved his hands around sarcastically.

"Yeah, it doesn't mean he's not still worth saving." Stiles sighed at Scott, "It's always something with him, though."

"Stiles is right, even before all this," you agreed.

"He doesn't know what he's doing." You raised your hands out, "So what?"

"So, I didn't either. And neither did you," Scott pointed out. He turned to the dark haired girl once more, "You remember when I almost killed you and Jackson?" She acknowledged him slightly before he continued, "I had someone to stop me. He has nobody."

"How is that our problem," you asked. Stiles agreed, "That's his own fault."

"Doesn't matter. If we can save him, we should try."

Later that night, you and Stiles came back to the preserve to check up on the couple and what you saw was worrying to say the least. Stiles pounded on the car window, "You guys might wanna come take a look at this."

The two of you jogged the couple over to the van where you could see the back doors pried open and no Jackson in sight.

"I have to tell my father." Scott was in a daze as he started to walk away. "Scott. He's going to kill someone."

"Okay, tell him. Tell him everything," the boy relented.

"Scott, I gotta tell mine, too."

"This is all my fault."

Allison tried to reason with him, "It's not. But we have to tell them. We're just a bunch of teenagers. We can't handle this."

"Not to mention, this and everything with Derek as well," you mentioned.

Scott was still in his fatigued state, "You're right." Allison finally directed her attention to Stiles, "How you gonna make your dad believe all this?"

"I don't know."

Scott finally broke out of his trance turning, his eyes glowing, "He'll believe me."

a/n: sorry about the kind of shorter chapter, honesty I feel like there wasn't much that happened in this episode anyways :/ hope you guys enjoyed either way tho!!

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