"Now I can't predict what the future holds, but I will fight forever to keep you close."

   Indigo's POV

    Allison was in charge of getting a shaken up Lydia home, leaving me to sit in the jeep with Stiles and Scott. We followed Derek, who was on foot, to a bridge. Or, under it. Stiles slammed on the breaks and when I looked up, I saw the spikes that sat, forbidding cars.

   "What do we do now?" Stiles asked, but Scott was already out of the car., sprinting. I heard gunshots and I froze.

    "The Argents. They're here."

Stiles' phone went off and he flinched, before picking it up. "Scott followed it to a club."

   "Guess that means we're going." I sighed, jumping to the front seat.

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  Stiles parked and we ran, seeing Scott at the corner of the building, looking to the line of the club. We neared Scott and when Stiles put his hand on his shoulder, Scott practically jumped three feet in surprise.

  "Sorry, sorry." Stiles winced. Scott took a deep breath and let it out, calming his heart beat.

"Did you see where he went?" I asked. Scott shook his head.

    "Lost him."

 "You couldn't catch a scent?" Stiles eyes widened.

"I don't think he has one." Scott's eyebrows furrowed.

   "Alright." Stiles sighed. "Any clue where he's going?"

"To kill someone." Scott nodded.

   "Ah," Stiles nodded. "That explains the claws and the fangs and all that. Thanks. Makes perfect sense now."

Scott rolled his eyes at him, giving him a 'really?' look.

  "What?" Stiles sighed. "Scott, come on. I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense."

"Just help me find it." Scott snapped.

     "It? Jackson." Stiles reminded him.

"I know. I- I know." Scott shook his head.

   "Alright, but does he know that?" Stiles asked. "And did anybody else see him at your house?"

"Uh, I don't think so." Scott whispered. "But he passed Derek's test anyways."

    "How did he past the test?" Stiles scoffed.

"I don't know." Scott shrugged.

    "Maybe it's like- and either/ or thing." I shrugged. Both of them looked to me crazily.

"Derek said a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom. Well, when's the kanima not the kanima?" I nodded. Stiles understood, sighing.

       "When it's Jackson."

I nodded and looked to the line again, before a hand hit me. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned around, seeing Stiles gazing up as his hands reached out to me and Scott.

    "What?"

"Look." He pointed up. Me and Scott backed up, seeing a whipped tail sneak through a window, inside.

    "It's going inside." Scott huffed.

"What's he gonna do in there?" Stiles threw his hands spastically, aggravated.

   "I know what he's after." Scott's eyes widened.

"What? What, how? Did you smell something?" Stiles asked quickly.

Scott nodded. "Armani."

    We all looked where Scott was looking, to the club line and found Danny handing over an I.D.

"Danny."

     "We have to get in, he can't just kill Danny." I hurried, looking for a different way. Stiles found one, heading for a side door. He wiggled the knob, groaning when it didn't budge.

   "Alright, maybe there's like a, uh, window we can climb in or- some kind of. . ."

Scott interrupted him by snapping off the handle and handing it to Stiles, who nodded.

"Or a- handle that we could rip off with supernatural strength. How'd I not think of that one?"

    We walked in, lights flashing, music filling the entire room loudly. The entire building filled with guys dancing, some dress wildly in dresses and wigs, some not dressed hardly as they danced on stages.

   "Dude, everyone in here's a dude!" Scott tried to yell over the music. I nodded and looked to Stiles, but he wasn't next to me anymore. I spun my head around to see an un-amused Stiles being pet by some men dressed as women. "I think we're in a gay club!"

   "Man, nothing get's past those keen werewolf senses, huh, Scott?" Stiles yelled back as one hand began trailing up and down his face, over his buzzed hair. I laughed and walked over, taking one of his hands and gently releasing him from them.

   "Take care of that one, honey." One yelled to me through purple lipstick. "He's a nice lookin' one."

"I'll be sure to." I giggled, pulling Stiles to Scott who was walking towards the bar. Stiles shook his head and when he reached the bar, leaned against it.

   "Three beers, please." He yelled over the music, confident. The bartender gave us all a look.

"I.D.'s?" He asked. I shrugged, having nothing, obviously. If only I had one, to see something about me.

    Stiles and Scott pulled out their's though, slapping them on the bar.

The guy picked it up, before laughing. "How about to cokes?"

     "Rum and coke? Sure." Stiles smiled, bouncing his head to the music. Scott chuckled and shook his head along with me. The bartender never moved and Stiles gave in.

"Cokes fine, I'm driving anyway." And he continued bouncing his head happily.

   A shirtless man carried two drinks, before pointing to the one Scott grabbed. "That one's paid for."

We all looked to see a guy with a beer bottle, raise it and wink to Scott. I covered my mouth with a laugh, looking to a surprised Scott. Stiles huffed and snatched his drink. Scott smirked at him with a chuckle.

  "Oh, shut up." Stiles snapped, sipping from the small stirrer.

"I didn't say anything." Scott gasped.

   "Yeah, well your face did." Stiles mocked.

   The bartender leaned against the table, wiggling his finger between me and Stiles.

"It's not often we get couples here who are experimenting." He yelled over the music. I heard Stiles spit out the straw and clear his throat as he coughed the drink.

     "S-sorry, what?" I called back.

"You two, came here to make out, right?" He yelled, raising an eyebrow. My mouth dropped as my head shook side to side.

    "No, no. We're not- he's not-" I tried, and the bartender laughed, nudging Stiles' shoulder.

"Man, if I wasn't into men, I'd sure want to be into her." He nodded, before walking away. Stiles rolled his eyes and looked down into his drink, spinning the ice cubes angrily with the straw. I cinched my eyebrows, but before I could ask, Scott hit my arm, pointing into the crowd.

   "Found Danny." He looked to me. I looked out, but something caught my eye, making me look for it, seeing the kanima on the ceiling, above Danny.

"Found Jackson."

   "Get Danny." Scott looked to me and Stiles, who set down his coke.

"What are you gonna do?" Stiles asked and the sound of claws coming out made us look to Scott's hand.

    "Works for me." Stiles nodded.

Scott walked off and Stiles grabbed my hand, pulling me into the crowd with him.

   "Danny!" He yelled, trying to get his attention.

"Danny!" I tried to scream louder, but Danny just continued dancing with the same guy. Stiles visibly let out a huge breath, shoving through more people to get closer. I was being pulled past people, my arms getting squished against me and pulled, my body doing the same. I groaned as I felt an elbow to my torso, pushing forward with Stiles.

Fog dropped down from a machine and I groaned, not being able to see Danny anymore. Stiles grip on my hand tightened and he stopped moving, staying right next to me.

     "See him?" He yelled to me. I shook my head, looking behind us and next to us.

 A scream echoed and then heads started dropping. Bodies. People falling to the floor paralyzed. Everyone backed up, screaming and leaving frantically. I spotted Danny on the floor, staring straight up at the ceiling.

     "Danny!"

I pulled Stiles with me heading towards Danny, but Stiles pulled me back.

   "Look!" He pointed. I looked where he did and saw Derek, standing off with the kanima. He roared and Jackson hissed at him.

"Derek, no!" I heard Scott scream, but Derek already swiped his hand at Jackson and drew his claws right across his throat. The kanima hissed and crawled away, out the door.

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    The ambulance had shown up and picked up the victims, pulling them all to the trucks. Scott found Jackson naked in the parking lot, a trail of dark blood leading next to a car. We couldn't leave him, so Scott suggested stuffing him in the back of the jeep.

Stiles crawled to the driver's seat and Scott held the passenger open for me.

   "Woah, woah." Stiles shook his head. "Absolutely not."

"Stiles. . ." I scoffed.

    "Wh- you're not just gonna sit back there with- Jackson just out!" He waved his arms. I rolled my eyes.

"Fine, fine." I huffed, scooting to the area between the driver and passenger. There was part of the seat there, but the car stick pointed up right between my legs. Scott sat next to me and shut the passenger door, seeing Stiles with a proud nod.

     "Couldn't get anything out of Danny." Scott huffed.

   "Okay, can we just get the hell out of here now before my dad's deputy sees me?" Stiles hurried, putting his hands on the wheel. A police vehicle pulled in front of Stiles' jeep and Stiles threw himself back.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Could this get any worse?" Stiles yelled. Jackson began groaning from the back seat and Stiles snapped, turning around.

"That was retorhical!"

   "Get rid of him." Scott rushed. Stiles' eyes widened.

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

   "Do something." Scott snapped. Stiles grunted and flew his door open. I followed after him as he crawled out. I watched Sheriff climb out angrily of his car as me and Stiles walked up.

   "What are you two doing here?" Sheriff asked.

"What do you mean what are we doing here? It's a club. We were clubbin'. At the club." Stiles shrugged. I groaned, regretting following.

    "Not exactly you guys' type of club." Sheriff cinched his eyebrows.

"Uh, well, Dad." Stiles sighed. "There's a conversation-"

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

"Wha-" Stiles froze. "I could be."

"Not dressed like that." Stilinski shook his head. "And Indigo's right here."

   "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?"

Stiles chewed the inside of his cheek. "Dad, I-"

"The truth, Stiles." His dad snapped.

    "The truth." Stiles nodded. "Alright. Well, the truth is. . . we were here with Danny."

   Sheriff looked to me for conformation, before back to his son.

"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." Stiles continued. "That's- that's it."

Sheriff thought, before he accepted the lie. "Well, that's really good of you guys. You're good friends."

   Stiles smiled and nodded, patting his dad's shoulder. I hurried him up, dragging him back to his own jeep. We got back in and Stiles rushed to turn it on, speeding it out of the parking lot.

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    "What about your house?" Stiles asked, thinking of places to keep Jackson for the night. I laughed.

"Not with mom there."

     "We need to take him somewhere where we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him. Or- or long enough to convince him he's dangerous."

"I say we just kill him." Stiles eased.

   "We're not killing him." Scott's eyes widened.

"God! Okay, okay." Stiles huffed. I rolled my eyes again. "I got an idea."

"Does it involve breaking the law?" Scott asked Stiles, who chuckled.

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

"I was just trying to be optimistic." Scott sighed.

     "Don't bother." I shook my head.

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A van. A Beacon Hills Sheriff department van, to be precise. That's where we put him. We took one from the station and drove it to the preserve, Stiles hopping out and putting some actual pants on Jackson. He wasn't too happy he was the one burdened with that duty.

    We all stood out by the edge, looking out to the town as morning rose. It was already light out.

Then the banging started.

    "Stiles! McCall! I'm gonna kill you!"

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    Stiles and I came back the next day with food, while Allison and Scott went to class. Stiles carefully opened the back of the van, letting me and him in to see an angry Jackson.

"Okay, we brought you some foo-"

   "Let me out now!" Jackson interrupted. Stiles huffed, slamming the backpack of food on the bench.

"You know, I put those pants on you, all right buddy? One leg at a time. Being all up-close and personal with your junk wasn't exactly the highlight of my day. So don't think this if fun for me either." Stiles snapped.

   "We're actually doing you a favor." I scoffed.

"This- is doing me a favor?" Jackson asked, raising the cuffs that locked him to the van.

   "Yes." Stiles mocked. "You're killing people. To death."

"And until we can figure out how to stop you, you're gonna stay in here." I nodded.

    "Sorry." Stiles shrugged, before pulling out two sandwiches. "Now, do you want the ham and cheese or the turkey club?"

   "You actually think my parents won't be looking for me?" Jackson smirked. Stiles shrugged and pulled out Jackson's phone, showing him the text he sent this parents.

     "Not if they think nothing's wrong." I smiled.

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   "Scales?" Jackson spoke. After that, he'd begun asking about himself. "Like a fish?"

"No, more like a reptile." Stiles shrugged, his legs spread to the bench that Jackson sat on across ours. My legs crossed over his, my back against the metal wall.

     "Uh, and your claws have this liquid that paralyzes people, and you have a tail." Stiles continued.

   "I have a tail?" Jackson raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah." I sighed.

    "Mm." He nodded. "Does it do anything?"

"Not- that we know of." Stiles shook his head.

     "Can I use it to strangle you?" Jackson snapped, jumping in his seat.

   "You still don't believe us." Stiles shook his head. "All right. The night of the semi-final game, what did you do right after?"

"I went home." Jackson answered.

    "Are you sure about that?" I raised my eyebrows. Jackson narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, idiot." He snapped. "What the hell else would I do?"

    "You attacked us and Derek at the school, and you trapped us in the pool. Drowning Indigo, very nice. You also killed a mechanic right in front of us, by the way. That was lovely." Stiles listed angrily. "And one of the Argent's hunters. Oh, and last night, you tried to kill Danny."

"Why would I want to kill my best friend?" Jackson cinched his eyebrows.

     "Well, that's what Scott's out trying to figure out right now." Stiles nodded.

"Maybe he should be trying to figure out how he's going to pay for a lawyer when I prosecute your asses all the way to jail!" Jackson yelled.

     "All right, well, tell me this." Stiles asked. "On the night of the first full moon, what happened?"

Jackson's shoulders fell and he leaned back. "Nothing."

      "Nothing happened."

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    Stiles and I leaned against the van, Stiles texting his parents again. Something about being okay, anything to keep them off the trail of Jackson missing.

A hand slapped my shoulder and I screamed, making Stiles do the same. Seeing Allison, I calmed down, taking deep calming breaths.

    "They know he's missing." She rushed.

"No, they can't." Stiles shook his head, wiggling the phone. "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." Allison nodded.

    Stiles' mouth dropped and he held the phone away from him. He groaned, freaking out. A buzzing noise was heard from the van, the walkie-talkie going off.

We ran to the van, Stiles pulling it off the dashboard, turning it on.

      "All available units proceed to Beacon Hills preserve as instructed. Proceed with caution until Sheriff Stilinski's arrival. Proceed with caution."

We rushed in to the seats, shutting the door. Stiles turned the van on, typing on the phone at the same time, calling Jackson's parents and throwing it out the window.

   "Where are we going?" Allison asked.

"Somewhere very far away from this." Stiles hurried, speeding away from the ringing phone.

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   Scott met up with us in a different part of the woods, telling us that Danny's tablet was gone, with the full footage of Jackson transforming into the kanima.

    "If Jackson doesn't remember being the kanima, he's definitely not going to remember stealing Danny's tablet." Scott shook his head.

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

    "What if someone else took it?" I put in.

"Then somebody else knows what he is." Scott nodded.

    "Which could mean someone's protecting him." Allison added. "Like the bestiary says, 'the kanima seeks a friend', right?"

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

"Somebody who wanted to protect him?" Allison tried.

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

   "Well, no, it can't be." I shook my head. "It tried to kill all of us, remember?"

"I don't know about you," Stiles scoffed. "But I haven't murdered anybody lately."

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

"You're right," Allison nodded, confused. "It just ran off."

     "And-" Scott looked to me and Stiles. "It didn't kill you in the mechanic's garage."

"Well-" Stiles sighed. "It tried to kill us in the pool."

    "Did it?" Scott raised an eyebrows.

"It would've." Stiles nodded. "Almost killed Indigo."

    "What if was trying to keep all of you in?" Scott suggested. Stiles froze, before frowning.

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

    "Because there's something else going on." Scott said firmly. "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." Allison suddenly said. I furrowed my eyebrows.

     "What?" I asked her. She shook her head mindlessly.

"Just something my grandfather said."

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

"I wish." I huffed.

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

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

"Yeah," Scott shrugged. "Still doesn't mean he's not worth saving."

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

   "He doesn't know what he's doing." Scott argued.

"So what?" I shrugged.

    "So, I didn't either." Scott narrowed his eyes at me. "Remember when I almost killed you and Jackson? I had someone to stop me. He has nobody."

"That's his own fault." Stiles scoffed.

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

   "Curse you and your 'save everyone' morals." I grumbled.

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     Stiles left to sort out Lydia's anger for us leaving her at her car. I kind of wished I'd stayed. Would've been a lot easier than drowning.

   I sat in the front seat of the van, the moon bouncing off the front window. I sighed, relaxing against the window as I looked to Allison's car where her and Scott were. I huffed as I saw their lips meet, looking back down to my knees.

   Scott and Allison had everything, but nothing. They weren't supposed to be together, but they were. That's how much they loved each other. It kind of seemed that way with me and Stiles. We just- we were different.

Allison knew about Scott and stayed. Scott knew about Allison and stayed. They were so into each other. Isn't that how it should be with me and Stiles? I mean, if Allison was as right as she always was, and Lydia- Stiles like me. Just- I wasn't sure if it was as desperate as my feelings were. I didn't like being without him. My lungs felt empty without him, I felt empty without him. But, with him, everything was okay. Even with all this shit going on, him being there I felt like it couldn't touch me.

We were obviously different from Scott and Allison. I was this thing- and almost everyone knew accept from Stiles. The person who I should've told first. The person I probably need to tell the most. And what if he doesn't find out from me? Derek? Erica? Isaac? Did Jackson know? Did the person controlling Jackson know?

    I jumped as someone hit the door behind me, and I turned around, seeing Scott, Allison and Stiles, worried and concerned. I sat up and opened the door, getting out of the van.

   "What is it?"

"Jackson got out." Stiles sighed. My eyes widened and I looked to all of them.

     "What do we do?"

    "I have to tell my dad." Allison eased. Scott took a deep breath, nodding.

"I have to tell mine too." Stiles added.

    "O-Okay." I stammered. "How in the hell do we get your dad to listen?"

"He'll listen to me." Scott flashed his golden eyes.

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      Scott, Stiles and I walked up to the station, preparing for the Sheriff. A deputy buzzed us in, Stiles thanking him.

     Stiles walked slowly to the door, so I gently held his hand. Stiles looked back to me, flashing me a short smile. I nodded and urged him, all of us stepping into the door.

      Jackson was sitting on the couch with Sheriff and his father in the room.

  "Perfect timing." Sheriff sighed. "Have you met Jackson's father? Mr. David Whittemore? Esquire?"

"That means lawyer." Jackson smirked proudly.

     My shoulders fell as I looked to Scott and Stiles, both depressed looks.

Great.

A/N::

  still so hard. again, not much stindigo, but ugh, it's so close i can taste it! man, i love the end of exams, because that means pOSSIBLE EVERYDAY UPDATES HELL YEAH RIGHT? thats like triple the stindgo

   love you guys so much & tell me what you think about the story so far and what you want to happen between stiles and indigo!