"My ribs are bruised from my heart pounding so hard inside my chest when I think about you."

    Indigo's POV

    Class started as the bell rang, students I hadn't seen before sitting in my classroom, but maybe I just hadn't noticed. Although, I did notice Lydia. She sat all the way in the back, smoothing out her bright pink leather jacket.

    "Would anyone mind answering the question on the board?" A teacher's voice spoke, but I couldn't find the teacher. When I heard a chair scoot, I assumed a student was chosen. I found Lydia walk past my desk to the front and pick up a piece of white chalk. She began writing, and in boredom, I looked down to my blank paper and began doodling.

    A loud screech of metal, a chair being shoved got my attention as I looked up quickly, seeing- Isaac? When the hell did he get in this class?

     He walked up behind Lydia, who was writing strange letters, and revealed his claws. My eyes widened and I stood up instantly, but hands thrusted me back into my chair. The wind was knocked out of me and I looked up with heavy breaths to see Peter. I froze and he simply smiled and tipped his head towards the front of the class.

    I looked back to see Isaac's fingertips pressed to Lydia's neck, her whimpers escaping irregularly. I tried to get up, but the more I stressed against Peter's hold, the more exhausted became. Isaac's eyes flashed the golden yellow as he swiped his claws, painting Lydia's neck in red, which pooled down her dress and dripped to the floor. A piercing scream erupted from the back of my throat, making my ears ring. I felt my knees hit the floor as I dropped, arms limp by my side. Students around me covered their ears, which held red trails. Trails I could smell as blood.

   "Indigo." Peter's voice shut off my scream like a switch.

"Get out of my head." I snapped, and I could feel the tips of my new teeth poke my bottom lip as they elongated.

    "I'm here to stay." He chuckled, sitting on the desk that stood next to me. "I'm here to help."

"Like hell you are." I growled and I swiped my claws at him, but his body turned to whisps of dust, before I saw him reappear next to a collapsed, bleeding Lydia.

   "Do you like this, Indigo?" He asked, giving me a serious look. "Do you like to see your friends die?"

"Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not a monster like you are." I spat, standing up.

     "Not like me." Peter smirked. "But, a monster, yes. Granted, still not to your full potential, but sure."

   "Full potential?" I became confused and curious.

"Yes, Indigo." He clenched his fists, like in victory. "Full potential. Stronger, faster, smarter. Probably unstoppable."

     "Why are you telling me this?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Because I am fascinated by you, Indigo." Peter stepped closer. "I want to make you the most of what you are! And it's all so easy. . ."

   "How." I quickly asked. "How- how do I do it?"

Peter pulled up his jacket sleeve, rolling it up so his wrist was bare. Bare and clean of anything. Pure and pale.

          "Taste and see."

 My eyes snapped open and I flew up to a sitting position, out of breath. Exhausted. Confused. As much as I usually was after these.

  "Indigo?"

  At break-neck speed, my eyes shot to the door, seeing a half-awake Scott leaning against my door frame.

    "Uh, yeah. Yeah, just- just another dream."

Scott suddenly seemed awake and interested as he jogged over, eyes wide. "What happened? What did you see?"

  "I saw Lydia, again." I sighed. "Isaac killed her. Dragged his claws right across her neck, Scott. Like- like he had to do it. And-. . ."

"There's something you're not telling me." Scott shook his head. "Indigo, you need to start talking to me. Stiles may not be able to see it, but I do, okay?"

   Scott's eyes pleaded alone and I knew he was right.

"Peter was there." My fingers fiddled with the comforter. "He told me that- that I wasn't at my full potential."

     "What does that mean?" Scott asked.

"He said I could be stronger, faster, smarter. Better, Scott." I chuckled lightly.

   "And what did he want in return, huh?" Scott scoffed.

"Just-" I shrugged, letting out a breath. "He wanted me to take his blood."

       "His blood?" Scott snapped. "Indigo, you do remember what happens if you do, right? The whole 'tipped scale' thing? Rampaging, no emotions?"

"Maybe the websites wrong." I huffed.

    "Even if it was, Peter's dead, Indigo." Scott snapped.

             "And he's staying dead."

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   School dragged on that day. Differently then usual. I had the same feeling I did before the dance. This- horrible desperate need to keep Lydia safe. And if my dreams were going to hold their streak-

      I should be worried.

   My last class, Harris', was the room I walked in, seeing just the girl I needed to. I was about to further in, before two hands held my shoulders. I spun around, seeing Stiles with a concerned look.

     "Scott told me, Indigo."

    I froze. This was it. I knew it was going to happen. What surprised me is, I wasn't angry at Scott. Just- me. For not telling him. For not telling him first. The person I may have trusted most didn't trust me at all now. He probably hated me. Never wanted to see me again. And telling myself that made my heart feel like it had busted and ripped all at the same time.

   "Stiles. . ." My voice shook. "I- I'm so sorry-"

 "Why wouldn't you tell me you had a nightmare?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed. My lips parted as I took in a slow breath.

"Oh. . ." I breathed out. "Yeah, yeah. Sorry, I just- I didn't want to worry you."

       "Indigo, you can tell me anything." He gave a light chuckle, his hands dropping to my own, tangling his fingers with mine. "I promise."

  "So, Scott told you?" I nodded, walking in with Stiles, still holding his hand. I was hoping he wouldn't notice so we could continue doing it until he would.

"Yeah. Which, it's weird, because Jackson told us they think it's her." Stiles furrowed his eyebrows. I did the same as we sat and he placed our hands on the table, still looking to me. My heart warmed up I was sure it was goosh by now.

    "They think Lydia's the kanima?"

 "Yeah." Stiles sighed, nodding. "It- it can't be though, right?"

"No." I shook my head. "No, it can't be. I saw that thing and it wasn't- it can't be Lydia."

     Chairs screeching made me flinch as I looked, seeing Scott adjust in his new seat next to Lydia as he glared to someone. I followed his gaze and found Erica and Isaac. They angrily looked to him as they sat at the chemistry table behind Lydia.

"Einstein once said, "Two things are infinite. The universe- and human stupidity. " And I'm not so sure about the universe. . ." Harris blandly spoke, weaving around the tables, standing next to me and Stiles.

     "I, myself, have encountered infinite stupidity." Harris nodded, his hand dropping to Stiles' shoulder. Stiles nodded slowly, lips pursed in annoyance.

    "So, to combat the plague of ignorance in my class, you're going to combine efforts through a round of group experiments. Let's see if two heads are indeed better than one." Harris spoke, before pausing.

"Or, in Mr. Stilinski's case, less than one."

    More annoyance plastered itself on Stiles' face.

   "Erica," Harris called out. "You take the first station. You'll start with-"

A rustle of hands rose instantly and even some sly girl hands rose. Harris clenched his jaw, shaking his head.

   "I didn't ask for volunteers." He seethed. "Put your hormonal little hands down. Start with Mr. McCall."

    Scott sighed and switched around, everyone else sitting with at their tables. Allison, I found, quickly took her spot next to Lydia, leaving Isaac to sit with a random student. I turned back around to me and Stiles' group lab, seeing he'd let go of my hand and started.

"You're keeping them away from Lydia." I mused aloud. He nodded, still mixing liquids.

     "If she is, which she's probably not-" Stiles pointed out. "They're going to kill her. We just- we need time before they do."

I nodded, before a ding went off, a bell ringing.

    "Next station." Harris called out.

Since this was Stiles' station, I stood up, but his hand grabbed my arm.

   "Be careful." He whispered.

"Stiles, they're not after me." I shook my head.

     "Doesn't mean they won't if you're stopping them. Please." Stiles asked. I sighed, but nodded. He let me go and I walked to the next station, seeing Isaac.

"Oh, boy." I huffed, taking an abrupt seat.

   "The infamous Indigo." Isaac chuckled, gazing me up and down, sending an uncomfortable chill down my spine. "For being here such a short time, you sure interest a lot of people."

"Like who?" I scoffed. Isaac shrugged.

     "Derek, for one. Me." He smirked. I froze, cautiously looking to him.

"You're so- new. You and your soft brown hair, attractive, a body that's definitely not hard to look at. . . " He trailed.

      "I suggest you stop, before you regret opening that mouth of yours." I glared at him. He leaned in with a smile, like nothing I'd said affected him.

"Make me." His eyebrows wiggled and in sync with the ring of the bell. I quickly stood up, moving to the next station with Allison.

    "Something happen?" She asked, gesturing to Isaac. He was sitting next to Lydia which made my blood boil.

"Just a grade-A jackass." I scoffed. Allison actually let out a small snicker, before turning to the lab.

    "Time." Harris called. "If you've catalyzed the reaction correctly, you should be now looking at a crystal. Now for the part of the experiment you'll all enjoy-"

        "You can eat it."

    I looked around and found Isaac handing her their crystal, Lydia taking it with a smile. It glistened and dripped, Lydia twirling it to rid of the excess. The excess kanima venom.

She drew it toward her mouth-

    "Lydia!" Scott shouted, but she'd already tasted it. She gave him a confused look.

"What?"

Nothing happened. She didn't become paralyzed. My heart sank. So- it was her?

    "Nothing." Scott let out a depressed sigh, sitting back down.

They both looked back to me and Allison, Stiles face giving me the same sympathetic look. I shook my head, looking down to the table.

             We are so screwed.

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    We rushed to Coach's office, Stiles, me, Scott and Allison, the same expression on all of our faces as we shut the door.

"Derek's outside waiting for Lydia." Scott spoke up.

    "Waiting to kill her?" Allison raised her eyebrows.

"If he thinks she's the kanima, then yes, especially after what happened at the pool." Stiles huffed, dropping his bag to the ground.

      "It's not her." I shook my head.

"Indigo, she didn't pass the test." Scott eased. "Nothing happened. . . "

    "No, it can't be her." I snapped.

"It doesn't matter, because Derek thinks it's her." Allison shook her head, shrugging as she leaned against the desk. "So, either we can convince him that he's wrong, or we've got to figure out a way to protect her."

     "I really don't think he's gonna do anything here, not at school." Scott shook his head.

"What about after school?" Allison scoffed. Scott groaned and shrugged, throwing his head back, Allison doing the same in aggravation.

   "What, what if we can prove that Derek's wrong?" Allison tried.

"By 3:00?" Stiles raised his eyebrows.

    "There could be something in the bestiary?" Allison suggested.

   "Oh, you mean the 900 page book written in Archaic Latin that none of us can read? Good luck with that." Stiles scoffed.

Allison's shoulders fell, before she thought of something. "Actually, I think I know someone who might be able to translate it."

Scott nodded. "I can- talk to Derek, maybe convince him to give us a chance to prove that it's not her."

    We all nodded, before Scott added, "But if anything happens, you let me handle it, okay?"

"What does that mean?" Allison asked.

    "It means you can't heal like I do. I just don't want you- any of you- to get hurt." Scott sighed. Allison quirked an eyebrow, before throwing her hand into her bag and whipping out a mini crossbow. She looked back to Scott.

"I can protect myself."

    Scott didn't budge and Allison faltered, lowering the weapon. "What? Did something else happen?"

"I just don't want you getting hurt." He shook his head. "Seriously, if anything goes wrong, you call me okay? I don't care if your dad finds out. Call, text, scream, yell, whatever- I'll hear you and I'll find you as fast as I can."

      "We have until 3:00."

   Allison nodded, agreeing, and Scott began walking away, before a trigger noise clicked. My eyes widened as Scott quickly caught a small arrow. We all looked to Stiles who was holding the crossbow with a guilty look.

      "Sensitive trigger, on that." He nodded, setting it down.

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     We dragged Lydia and Jackson out of the library, heading towards Scott's house to wait for him and keep Lydia from Derek and the others.

"If we're doing a study group, why didn't we just stay in the library?" Lydia scoffed as we sped our way through the hall.

     "Because we're meeting up with somebody else." Stiles answered.

  "Well, why don't they just meet us in the library?" Lydia raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, that would've been a great idea. Too late." Stiles shrugged, trying to get Lydia to walk faster.

     "Okay, hold on-" She started, until Jackson gripped her arm harshly and began pulling her along.

"Lydia, shut up and walk." He snapped.

˛

      Stiles' jeep rolled up to my house, parking quickly as everyone hopped out.

"If we're studying at Scott's house, where's Scott?" Lydia asked as we all rushed her in.

   "Uh, meeting us here." I nodded. "I think."

"I hope." Stiles mumbled.

    As soon as we all walked in, Stiles spun around and shut the door, twisting every lock possible on the door. He glanced out the side window and when he turned back around, Lydia raised her eyebrows again in question.

"Uh, there's been a few break ins around the neighborhood." Stiles nodded. I saw his eyes catch something, before he scooted over a chair and placed it under the knob. Lydia rolled her eyes.

   "And a murder." Stiles nodded quickly. "Yeah, it was bad."

I looked to Jackson, who looked to me, who looked at Allison. She nodded away for him to talk to Lydia. He sighed, rolling his eyes.

    "Lydia, come with me." He grumbled. "I need to talk to you for a minute."

Lydia groaned, but began to follow him anyway. "Seriously? What is going on with everyone?"

    We waited till they were both upstairs to peer outside, seeing Derek, Isaac, and Erica.

"I think this is where we call Scott." I nodded. Stiles frantically nodded along with me, shuffling out his phone and handing it to me. I dialed the number quickly, hearing one ring, before Scott actually answered.

     "Stiles?"

"Indigo." I sighed. "You need to get here. Like, right now."

     "Okay." Scott quickly said. "I'm on my way now."

I nodded and slowly- hung up.

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      It was past sunset by now and Stiles was still looking through that window. Apparently, Boyd had made an appearance, joining the group out there. Allison looked out impatiently and sighed. She pulled her phone up and began pushing buttons.

"What are you doing?" Stiles asked.

    "I think-" She took a shaky breath. "I think I have to call my dad."

"Allison, if he finds you here, you and Scott-" Stiles started, but she just nodded.

     "I know. But what are we supposed to do? They're not here to scare us. They're here to kill Lydia."

   I took a breath too, stuttering. The thought that they might actually kill Lydia. Did that count as me failing? Would I have to "push wrath" upon the one who killed her? What was wrath even supposed to be?

   "I think I have an idea." Stiles spoke up, looking to both me and Allison. "Shoot 'em."

"Are you serious?" Allison breathed out incredulously.

    "Look, we told Scott we could protect ourselves, right?" Stiles asked. "So let's do it. At least give it a shot right?"

Allison took a deep breath and looked out the window.

     "They're not expecting us to fight, right? So if one of them gets hit, I guarantee they'll take off." Stiles nodded quickly. "So just shoot one."

"Which one?" Allison asked, gripping the crossbow.

    "Uh, Derek. Preferably in the head." Stiles nodded.

"If Scott was able to catch an arrow, I'm pretty sure Derek can." Allison scoffed.

    "Then one of the other three." I shrugged.

"You mean, two." Allison corrected.

   "No, I mean three?" I furrowed my eyebrows, leaning into Stiles as I looked out the window. Only two others, besides Derek. Erica and Boyd.

"Where the hell 's Isaac?" Stiles worriedly asked.

    Continuing to look out, I heard a slam, and turned to see Allison on the floor. A smirking Isaac looked to me and snatched my arm, tossing me. My back crashed the wall and I screamed out when I heard a significant cracking noise. I fell to the floor, definitely leaving other bruises.

"Hey!" I heard Stiles before I watched Isaac to the same thing, but throw Stiles to the floor. Isaac walked toward him, grabbing the back of his jacket and dragging him.

   "Allison, keep Lydia upstairs!" I screamed, pushing myself up. I heard footsteps pound up the stairs and I got to my feet. Isaac looked to me as I stretched, my back instantly healing. I stomped over to him and shoved him to the wall, releasing Stiles. I pinned Isaac roughly as he struggled, bearing his fangs at me.

     "C'mon Indigo!" He leaned forward angrily. "Show me 'em."

   I huffed and drew one of my fists back, but his released arm shoved me and I felt my head smack one of the stairs.

"Indigo!"

     Shuffling and Stiles' face was above mine, looking to me worriedly, his eyes flickering everywhere. "Are you okay?"

"Fine." I groaned, feeling my head begin to pound.

     A roar was heard and Isaac's body hit the wall, crumbling to the floor. I recognized Scott walk up to him, gripping the back of his jacket. Stiles helped me off the stairs as I saw Allison drag down a paralyzed Erica from upstairs.

Scott opened the door and threw them both out, their bodies hitting the grass.

    Derek looked to him almost in surprise, but he tried to mask it with his condescending facial features.

Stiles walked me outside with the other as we all stood on the porch.

    "I think I finally get it, why you keep refusing me Scott." Derek called out. "You're not an Omega. You're already an Alpha of your own pack. But you know you can't beat me."

"I can hold you off till the cops get here." Scott snapped, just as sirens could be heard in the distance.

    Derek looked away, hearing them get closer. Pounding was heard on the roof of the porch and Stiles looked to me with question. We all got off the porch and turned around, looking up to see it. The kanima.

"Get them out of here." Derek spoke to Boyd, looking down to Isaac and Erica.

    Lydia stomped out of the house angrily, tears dried on her face. She huffed and crossed her arms. "Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?!"

"It's not her." I breathed in relief.

      "It's Jackson."

A/N:: 

  nothing really happened this episode, so writing stindigo was difficult but i tried. some hand holding for you guys bc aww they're so cute. can't WAIT to write the next few episodes! like, you have no idea. i will tell you though, if you think stindigo is cute right now, just wait till i put them together. it's all planned and ready for you to cry to