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renjunniex · 1 year ago

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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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taeswolfie · 9 months ago

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𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 : 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

☽︎𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒚☾︎

Ch.17 - Ch.19

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader

Word count: 4.7k

Allison took Lydia home while Derek chased Jackson in his kanima form on foot and Scott, Stiles and Y/n followed in the Jeep. Stiles braked in front of a fence with traffic spikes in front of it. "What do we do now?" Stiles asks just as Scott gets out and scales the fence, running to the action. After fighting with Derek and getting shot by Chris the kanima runs away with Scott following. He trails him to a club called Jungle and Scott peeks around the corner, trying to spot anything. When he turns he jumps at the sight of his friends right behind him. "Sorry, I'm sorry." Stiles quickly apologized for the scare.

"You'd think being a werewolf we wouldn't have snuck up on you." Y/n teased a bit and Scott sighs.

"Did you see where he went?"

"I lost him." Scott says.

"What? You couldn't catch his scent?"

"I don't think he has one."

"Y/n? What about you? Can you like track him somehow? Sense his presence or something?"

She shook her head. "It's weird. It's almost like he doesn't have a presence at all. Like he... Doesn't exist."

Stiles sighs a bit in thought. "All right, any clue where he's going?"

"To kill someone." Scott said.

"Ah. That explains the claws, and the fangs, and all that. Good. Makes perfect sense now." Scott gives him a look. "What? Scott, come on. I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense."

"I'll protect you." Y/n winks at Stiles with a smile making him return it with a slightly flustered nod.

"Just help me find it." Scott snapped a bit.

"Not 'it'. Jackson."

"Yeah, I know. I- I know."

"All right, but does he know that?" Stiles wondered. "Did anybody else see him back at your house?"

"I mean, I don't think so, 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."

"Maybe it's like an either or thing. I mean, Derek said that a snake can't be poisoned by it's own venom, right?"

"When's the kanima not the kanima?" Y/n caught on to what he was saying.

"When it's Jackson." Scott realized.

Stiles looks around and then up, soon backing up a bit and waving his hands in front of him to catch the others attention. "Uh... Guys." They looked at him and then stood next to him to follow his gaze. "See that?" They see the kanima's tail as he slips into the building.

"He's inside."

"What's he gonna do in there?"

Scott got a whiff of something and looked at the line of people going to the club. "I know who he's after."

"What, how? How? Did you smell something?"

Scott nodded. "Armani." Y/n smelled the aftershave just as she looked at the line, spotting Danny just as he's let inside.

They go around to the back and Stiles tries the door only to find it's locked. "Aw, come on." He moves to the side as he looks for another way. "All right, maybe there's, like, a, uh- like, a window we could climb through," Scott looks at Y/n and she gives him a gesture saying 'go ahead' letting him rip off the handle, "or some kind of..." Scott absently hands the object to Stiles. "Handle that we could rip off with supernatural strength. How'd I not think of that one?" He lets the handle fall as he follows the two inside, closing the door as much as he can behind them.

The three walk into a lively club where a mass of bodies dance to loud music under strobe lights and colored lasers. Y/n looks around and raises her brows in surprise that, not only is there a whole bunch of men, some of them are doing impressive things like aerial silks. Scott looks around as he comes to a grand realization. "Dude, everyone in here's a dude. I think we're in a gay club." He turns his head to see Stiles practically surrounded by drag queens, a couple of them gently stroking his hair or arm.

"Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf sense, huh, Scott?"

Y/n laughs at his predicament, taking his hand and pulling him away. "Sorry, ladies, but this one's taken." She blew a kiss to the group before she, Stiles, and Scott make their way to the bar.

"Three beers." Stiles orders as soon as they get there.

"Actually I'll be fine with a water, please." Y/n corrects.

The bartender nods at her and sets a water in front of her. "I.D.'s." He asks the boys. They pull out their wallets and hand the items over. The bartender looks at them and then the boys before chuckling. "How 'bout two Cokes?"

"Rum and Coke? Sure!" Stiles smiles and bobs his head to the music a bit, but relents when the bartender just looks at him. "Coke's fine, actually. I'm driving anyway."

Another bartender sets the two Cokes in front of them. "That one's paid for." He said to Scott with a look and a nod to across the bar where they see a guy raise his beer in greeting.

Scott looks at Stiles with a shit-eating grin. "Oh, shut up."

"I didn't say anything." He denies.

"Yeah, well, your face did." He angrily takes a sip of his drink.

"Aw, are you jealous?" Y/n teases. She then props her elbow on the bartop and gently rests her chin on her hand, giving Stiles a sultry look. He glances at her and does a double take, the straw falling from his lips. "Do you want me to buy you a drink, handsome?" She lightly trailed a hand up his arm. He nearly spilt his drink when his hand suddenly let go, but he quickly righted himself and played it off. She smirked when she heard the slight racing of his heart and gave him a wink before they all turned to survey the crowd.

"Hey, I found Danny." Stiles said after a minute.

"I found Jackson." Scott was looking up and found the kanima crawling through the rigging on the ceiling. Jackson was dangling right above Danny. "Get Danny."

"What're you gonna do?" Stiles asks. Scott extends his claws in answer. "Works for me." The three merge with the crowd. Y/n tried to stay near Stiles as they looked for Danny, but there were too many people moving and dancing and they got separated.

"Shit." She cursed under her breath. She'll find him but right now she needs to find Danny. She looked around as she moved past the dancing bodies. "Danny!" She called. "Danny!" She pushed by more people. "Dan-" A hand grabbing her arm silences her and she follows the arm to see a boy. Brown hair, familiar blue eyes. The fog machine turns on making the visibility even lower. "Who are you?" It comes out quieter than she meant it to be, yet he seems to hear her over the cacophony of the club as he smiles. He tugged her forward so that she was inches from his face and she looked at him with wide eyes. His form began to flicker, like two images switching back and forth. Between the boy and Peter Hale.

"It's almost time, little witch." He said.

She gasped and jerked away from him, ripping her arm from his grasp as she stumbled back. She yelped in surprise when she bumped into someone, whipping around to find Danny. "Y/n? What are you doing here?"

She pushed away the shock from her encounter a moment before, forcing herself to focus on the present danger. "Danny, we need to get out of here, now!"

"What? What are you talking about?" He asks, confused. The kanima is now walking through the crowd, using the fog to keep cover. He swipes at people as he goes forward, paralyzing people left and right. People scream and start running around, trying to get away. Y/n hears the whistle through the air behind her and she turns around, yet the kanima is already gone. She turns back and Danny is on the ground paralyzed.

"Jackson!" Scott calls. Derek appears, wolfed out and ready. The kanima screeches. "No, don't!" Derek ignores him as he digs his claws into the kanima's body, he screeches in pain. The crowd realizes that people are on the ground and back up as some check on them.

"Y/n!" Stiles calls and she turns to find him just behind her. "Your neck. It's just like when Derek was cut at the pool."

She furrows her brows and reaches up to the back of her neck, feeling the sleek cut there. "But I feel fine. I'm not paralyzed."

He shakes his head. "We'll figure it out later. We need to find Scott." She nods and follows him out of the club where he saw Scott leave. They run out and follow a trail of blood to Scott kneeling over a bloody Jackson who has shifted back to his normal form and is stark naked.

"What do we do with him now?" Scott asks. The answer to that is to carry him back to the Jeep and lay him in the back, throwing a blanket over his lower body. Scott went to check on Danny as he's wheeled out on a gurney by EMT's. When they start getting in the car Y/n tries getting in the back only for Stiles to stop her.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?"

"Getting in the back?" She responded unsure.

"No. You're not getting in the back with Jackson who tried to paralyze you! And is naked, by the way."

Y/n rolled her eyes while Scott gave her a confused look. "You got cut?"

"I guess so." She turned so Scott could see the cut. "But as you can see, I'm fine. I guess being a witch means not only does an Alpha's bite not affect me, but I'm immune to kanima venom."

"Besides the point." Stiles cut in. "Y/n is not sitting back there with him."

"Oh, my God. Fine. Scott, get in the back." Scott sighed, but did as asked. Y/n climbed into the passenger seat after him.

"I couldn't get anything out of Danny." Scott then informs.

"Okay, can we just get the hell outta here now, before one of my dad's Deputies sees me?" They nod in agreement and Stiles turns on the Jeep ready to drive, but Noah pulls up in front of them in his cruiser a moment later. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God! Could this get any worse?" Jackson groans then. "That was rhetorical!" Stiles yells back at him.

"Get rid of him." Scott says.

"Get rid of him? We're at a crime scene, and he's the Sheriff."

"Do something."

Stiles groans and flails his arms in frustration before climbing out to meet his dad half way. "Hey." He greets.

Jackson stirs and groggily starts to sit up. "What's- what's going on?" He mumbles.

"Jackson, Jackson, be quiet." Scott coaxes him back down.

"What're you doing here?" Noah asks his son.

"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."

"Stop saying club." Y/n says to herself as she listens to Stiles ramble.

Noah looks back at the building. "Not exactly your type of club."

"Uh... Well, dad... There's a conversation that we-"

"You're not gay." Noah quickly shuts that down.

"Wha- I could be!" Stiles says mildly offended.

"Not dressed like that."

"Well, what's-" He glances down at his clothes.

"And not with the way you dote over Y/n."

His head shoots up then. "Wha- I don't. I don't dote on- on her." He denies, Y/n and Scott smirk at each other when they hear the uptick signaling Stiles' lie. Noah goes to move towards the Jeep but Stiles stops him. "Uh..."

Jackson moans sleepily as he picks up his head again. "Jackson, be quiet." Scott pleads. Jackson sighs and lays his head down.

"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?" Noah demands of his son.

"What's happening?" Jackson starts to sit up again.

Y/n huffs a frustrated breath before turning to face him. "Jackson." Her firm voice makes him look in her eyes which glow. "Sleep." Her eyes flash, the color reflecting in his eyes and he falls back again unconscious. She turns back front just as the Stilinski's look over. Her and Scott smile and wave at them.

"Dad, I- I-" Stiles starts to try to explain.

"The truth, Stiles." Noah looks at him firmly.

He sighs. "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."

Noah is silent for a moment and then nods as his expression visibly softens. "Well, that's really good of you guys." Stiles smiles a little. "You're good friends." Stiles smiles more and gives him a pat on the arm before going back to the Jeep and driving away from there.

They speed down the road trying to figure out where to keep Jackson. "Uh, what about your house?" Stiles says to Scott.

"Not with my mom there. 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."

"We're not killing him." Y/n and Scott chorus.

"God! Okay, okay. I got an idea."

"Is this idea illegal?" She asks.

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

"Stiles." She groans.

"Well, we don't have anything better right now." She sits back with a huff knowing he's right.

It's daylight when Jackson stirs awake and lifts his head only to hit it on something metal, the suddeness of it enough to fully wake him. He quickly glances around and finds he's in a metal compartment and he's cuffed by the wrists and ankles to the floor. He huffs angrily. "STILES! MCCALL! Y/N!" The three look at the police prison transport vehicle that Stiles commandeered and they parked in the middle of the woods as Jackson yells from inside. "I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"

…

While Stiles stayed with Jackson, trying to convince him he's the dangerous kanima, Y/n and Scott go to school to keep up appearances. Scott, Y/n, and Allison had a class together and Allison tried to take the chance to tell him that her grandfather was asking a bunch of questions and about the new cameras being put up, but a new teacher coming in made her shut her mouth.

"I'm afraid your teacher was feeling ill today, and had to leave early." Victoria Argent said as she made her way to the desk. "So, unfortunately, you're stuck with me as a substitute." She glanced at her daughter before turning to the rest of the class. "Can anyone catch me up to speed on where we are?" She turned to Scott. "Mr. McCall, how 'bout you?" Scott cleared his throat as he pulled out the proper books. For the rest of the class Y/n stayed silent and reserved, something that's become second nature when dealing with strangers and dangers.

After school Allison went with Y/n to Stiles while Scott went to check on Danny and try to figure out why Janima tried to kill him. Stiles was leaning against the transport truck using Jackson's phone pretending to be him to eliminate suspicion. Rustling made him look up and to the right, trying to figure out what the sound was. When he looked left he jumped back with an "oh, my God" at seeing the two girls.

"They know." Allison blurted.

"What?" He asked.

"They know Jackson's missing."

"No, they can't. I've been texting his parents since last night. They don't have a clue."

"My grandfather told me his parents went to the police. They know."

Y/n looked pointedly at the phone and Stiles held it up by two fingers as if it suddenly became volatile. He handed the phone to Allison and ran to the door where he practically dove in to turn on the police radio.

"All available units proceed to Beacon Hills Preserve as instructed. Proceed with caution until Sheriff Stilinski's arrival." He looked at the girls with wide eyes. "Repeat: proceed with caution."

The three climbed into the front seat. "Where are we going?" Y/n asked.

"Somewhere very far from this." He dialed a number on the phone and tossed it out the window before speeding off. Not long after Scott came back with his findings.

"If Jackson doesn't remember being the kanima, he's definitely not gonna remember stealing Danny's tablet." He said as the four walked a distance from the truck.

"Why would he steal the thing if he doesn't even know what's on it?" Stiles asked.

"What if someone else took it?" Allison offered.

"Then somebody else knows what he is."

"Which could mean someone's protecting him." Scott said.

"Like the bestiary says, 'the kanima seeks a friend,' right?" Allison asks.

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

"Somebody who wanted to protect him?" Y/n guessed.

"There's something else. You said the only thing you found online about the kanima is that it goes after murderers. What if that's actually true?" Scott asked Stiles.

"Well, no, it can't be. Tried to kill all of us, remember? I don't know about you three, but I haven't murderered anybody lately."

"Well, I- I don't think that it was actually trying to kill us. Remember when we were at Isaac's the first time, it just went right by us, didn't it?" Scott asked Allison and she nodded.

"You're right, it just ran off."

"And it didn't kill you in the mechanic's garage." He turned to Stiles.

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

"Did it?"

"It would've. It was waiting for us to come out. Y/n had to do her magic thing to keep it back."

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

"Why do I feel so violated all of a sudden?"

"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."

"'Know thy enemy'." The three looked at Allison. "Just something my grandfather said." She brushed off.

"All right, I got it. Kill Jackson. Problem solved." Stiles said.

"We're not killing him, all right?" Y/n said firmly.

"He risked his life for us. Against Peter, you remember that?" Scott reminded Stiles.

"Yes, but what did we just find out? He got the Bite from Derek. It's funny how he just got exactly what he wanted by supposedly risking his life for us, it's funny."

"It doesn't mean he isn't worth saving." Y/n sighed. "I'm not gonna be the first to sing any praises about the guy, but Lydia sees something in him, and if she thinks he's got at least a sliver of humanity in him, I'm gonna help."

"It's always something with him, though."

"He doesn't even know what he's doing."

"So what?"

"So, I didn't either." Scott defended. "You remember when I almost killed you and Jackson?" He directed to Allison. "I had someone to stop me. He has nobody."

"That's his own fault."

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

…

When night fell Allison got her car so she and Scott could sit together as they watched Jackson while Y/n and Stiles went back to her house to try and possibly find something she missed in her grimoire. Y/n groans and flops back on her bed, letting her grimoire fall onto the mattress. "There's literally nothing that makes sense or gives clear answers." She complained. "When I write my pages, I'm gonna make them comprehensible with no secret meanings whatsoever so that my decendants are not as confused as my ancestors have made me."

"Your pages?" Stiles asks curiously from beside her.

"Yes, my pages. The ones I'll write when I learn something new that isn't already in my grimoire."

"Is that what's in it? Pages written by your ancestors you said?"

She sat up with a nod. "Everything they knew they put in here." She held the grimoire up in show.

"I remember you said you made this?"

"So full of questions, aren't we?" She teased with a half smile before nodding again. "I did. It's a sort of coming of age ritual for my kind. When a witch turns 13 she makes her own grimoire and fills it with the knowledge of her mother's or an older witch's own grimoire, adding to it if they ever find something new. It's a very personal item. Each one is made exactly the way the witch wants, from the embellishments on the outside to how many pages in a signature are on the inside." As she explained this she had a soft smile on her face, lightly tracing the shapes on the cover of her grimoire. "We're so connected with our grimoire that when we die, after its contents have been passed on, it's burned with us as like a final goodbye, a final release from the physical plane."

She looked up at him to find him already looking at her with eyes filled with wonder and curiosity. "You keep saying 'she'. Are witches only women? Are there no male witches?"

She shook her head. "No, there are no male witches. It's all female. If a witch has a son and daughter, only the daughter will inherit the gifts. A witch's son has never inherited the gifts nor has the children of a witch's son. For example, if, say, me and you had a daughter, she'd be like me, a witch. And if we had a son, he'd be like you, human." Stiles seemed flustered at the idea while Y/n smiled warmly. She looked back down at her grimoire then, her smile fading as she sighed a bit. "How nice it must be to be human." Her tone was quiet and wistful.

"What do you mean?"

"If I was human I wouldn't have to worry about hiding my magic. I wouldn't have to keep a mental map of all the new cameras in school. I wouldn't have to look over my shoulder for a Hunter discovering me. I could just be a normal teenager with normal problems like how much I'll have to study for midterms or what should I wear to impress my boyfriend." She shook her head with a small huff of laughter.

"Y/n. I wouldn't change a thing about you. Even the magic part." She looked up at him in mild surprise. "What you can do is incredible. I'm literally blown away every time I see you do something. It's just another reason to love you. And... And I do. Love you, I mean."

"You love me?"

He nodded. "And you don't have to say it back, I know it's a big thing and-" Already sensing needless rambling she cut him off.

"Stiles."

"Yes?"

"Shut up." She leaned forward then and kissed him. He instantly reciprocated. Every kiss they shared was like the first, it was electrifying and sent sparks through her whole body. Something in the air shifted when he brought his hand up to the back of her head to pull her closer, letting the other trail to her waist. His fingers traced mindless patterns on the bit of skin that was exposed from where her shirt raised slightly. It left her breathless and nearly dizzy with desire. She pulled away for a moment and rested her forehead on his. "I love you." She breathed.

His smile was brighter than the sun before he went in to kiss her again. These kisses were more heated and almost desperate to show how much those three words meant to the other, and they did. Giving everything one could in intimate moments such as these. Moments where every kiss, every touch, every sigh and moan said 'I love you'. Moments where the lights have faded to silvery darkness, but there's no need to see with their eyes. Not when they know this person like the back of their hand, where they know every curve and angle. Not when they're committing every touch to memory. The new feelings and new places they're exploring of each other, with each other. Even when the fire of desire dwindled to embers of satisfaction, and they were snuggled together and dozing under the sheets, these moments also held whispers of those eight letters.

…

It was dark outside, late at night, when Y/n stirred in her sleep. She suddenly sat up with a gasp, her hand clutching the sheets to her chest. Stiles woke up at the sudden movement and when he saw her distressed state he sat up as well. "Y/n? Are you okay?"

She shook her head. "Something's wrong." She quickly started to get dressed, tossing his clothes to him as she went.

"What is it?" He also started to dress.

"I don't know, just something's happened." She couldn't explain it but she could feel it in her gut, and she's learned to listen to it. He didn't ask questions as he dressed as well, he trusted what she said. They got in the Jeep and she directed them to the Preserve where they found an empty police transport vehicle. Jackson had gotten out.

They went over to Allison's car where she and Scott were asleep in the back. Stiles knocked on the window startling them awake. "You guys might wanna come take a look at this." He said. After a moment the couple got out and the four went to the truck.

"I have to tell my father." Allison said. Scott walked a bit away, thinking. "Scott. He's going to kill someone."

"Okay, tell him." Scott agreed. "Tell him everything."

"Scott, I gotta tell mine too." Stiles said.

"This is all my fault."

"It's not." Allison shook her head. "But we have to tell them. We're just a bunch of teenagers. We can't handle this."

"You're right."

"How are you gonna make your dad believe all this?" She asked Stiles.

"I don't know."

Scott turned to look at them, his eyes glowing yellow. "He'll believe me."

Y/n sighed. She figured the parents would have to be clued in at some point, she just hoped it didn't have to involve her. Deep down she knew it would. "And me too."

"Are you sure?" Stiles looked at her in concern.

She nodded. "It's hard to dispute two supernaturals." Her own eyes flashed purple to prove her point. To protect those I care about, I'm willing to do anything.

Allison went home while Scott, Y/n and Stiles went to the Sheriff's station to talk to Noah. "Could you buzz us in? I gotta see my dad." Stiles asked the officer at the front desk. The man did as asked and Stiles opened the door. He hesitated going in.

Y/n took his hand and he looked at her. "It's gonna be okay." She reassured him. He gave her a nod before turning and walking towards the office. They all paused, however, when they saw Jackson on the couch in Noah's office, Mr. Whittemore standing near him. Jackson smiled at them when he saw them.

"Scott, Stiles, Y/n." Noah stepped into view. "Perfect timing. Have you met Jackson's father, Mr. David Whittemore? Esquire."

"That means lawyer." Jackson spoke up. The three glanced at each other.

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