[2x01; Omega]

Olivia leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes, hoping that her uncle would just stop talking. Thomas had a special habit of annoying almost everyone he talked to, whether it was because he wouldn't shut up or he was being an asshole. At this moment, he wouldn't stop blabbering about his new girlfriend and her chihuahua named Biscuit.

If Thomas was getting on her nerves, she was absolutely sure that Lydia was about to painfully jump out of her hospital bed and cut off her dad's tongue.

Olivia opened her eyes and looked at Lydia, exchanging an annoyed look with her. Lydia pursed her lips and buried the side of her head into the flat and uncomfortable pillow that the hospital provided, trying to ignore her dad's rambling.

"Oh, and you wouldn't believe what Biscuit looks like in a sweater," Thomas chuckled fondly; Olivia rolled her eyes so hard they actually hurt.

Lydia, having been in pain all day since the nurses were weaning her off Morphine, seemed to have enough of Thomas' mindless chatter for the moment. She grunted as she tried to sit up and Olivia rushed toward her, mindful of her own wound, and helped her off the bed.

"I'm taking a shower," Lydia grumbled, scowling.

Lydia had been grumping all weekend and Olivia didn't blame her one bit; her own injury was not as serious as Lydia's and she was feeling a little irritated, too. Lydia had not only been attacked—by her cousin's father, who Lydia could have sworn was in the long-term care unit at the hospital—but she missed the rest of the formal, her dress was ruined, and to top it all off, she had to have surgery.

"Oh," Thomas hesitated in surprise. "Do you want help getting in?"

Lydia narrowed her eyes at him. "Maybe if I was four," she said bitterly. "and still taking bubble baths."

"Right," Thomas said uncomfortably. "I'll just wait outside then...where it's slightly less sarcastic."

Olivia rolled her eyes again as Thomas left the room and grabbed the bag that Natalie had packed for Lydia. "I'll set out your clothes for you," she told Lydia as she slowly walked over to the attached bathroom. "Do you want a sweater?"

"Uh, yeah," Lydia said absentmindedly, shuffling into the bathroom. "Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Once Lydia had shut the door and Olivia heard the shower start, she pulled out some yoga pants, a t-shirt, and a sweater out of the duffle bag. She left the clothes in a neat pile on the chair next to the bathroom door and then left the room, seeking out anything that could soothe the hungry twisting in her stomach.

She ran into her uncle and Scott's mom, Melissa, who had been her nurse while she was still a patient. They looked over at her as she shut the door and walked over to them.

"Lydia's in the shower," she informed Melissa, knowing that she would probably need that information.

A low moan caught her attention; Olivia's eyes followed the noise and was met with Stiles. She wasn't surprised to see him—he'd been at the hospital as long as she had been—but she didn't quite understand how he could be sleeping in his current position.

Stiles was laying on the arms of the chairs in the waiting room, a get-well balloon tied around his wrist, with no support for his back or head. He kept puckering his lips, now and then blowing kisses into the air above him. He moaned again and Olivia felt her face heat up.

Well, it didn't take a genius to figure out what he was dreaming about.

Thomas looked at him in disgust. "He's been here all day."

Stiles kissed the air again.

Melissa shook her head. "He's been here all weekend."

Olivia bit the inside of her cheek to hide the smile that was threatening to appear. She hadn't forgotten what happened at formal—Stiles confessing his feelings and making her dance with him—and she didn't know exactly how she felt about Stiles but she knew she cared for him.

Whether it was just friendly feelings or romantic feelings, she didn't know yet.

As a custodian bent down next to Stiles to collect the full bag from the trash can, he kissed the air and mumbled, "You're dirty."

Olivia giggled under her breath when the custodian gave him a nasty look. She left Thomas and Melissa, ignoring her uncle's judgmental look, and made her way to him. She poked his shoulder, watching in amusement as his face scrunched up in irritation.

"Mmm."

"Stiles," Olivia whispered, poking him again.

Stiles smiled dreamily, still asleep. "Livvy."

Olivia pressed her hand on Stiles' cheek and pushed his head to the side; Stiles flailed, his eyes popping open, and Olivia stepped back just in time as he flopped onto the floor.

Within five seconds, Stiles was back on his feet and looking at her with wide eyes.

"You okay there?" Olivia asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, yep," Stiles nodded jerkily. "all good here."

"Oh, okay," Olivia smirked at him. "I was just hoping you weren't embarrassed for having a sex dream in the middle of a hospital waiting room."

Stiles' cheeks flushed and he winced, rubbing the back of his neck. "I-I wasn't having a sex dream," he stammered. "I was dreaming about waterslides...Yeah, I was at a water park."

Olivia nodded understandingly. "Right," she said mockingly. "that must had been a dirty waterslide."

The left corner of Stiles' mouth quirked and he blinked rapidly. "Um, yeah. Yeah, it was."

Olivia hummed and walked away from him, heading through the waiting room to find the vending machine that Natalie had told her about that morning. She had hardly eaten anything and a Mounds bar sounded good right about now.

"Where are you going?"

Olivia didn't need to turn around to know that Stiles was following her; he caught up to her easily and was now walking by her side.

"I'm trying to find the vending machine," she told him, peeking into a hallway just off the waiting room. She spotted the vending machine halfway down the hall and started toward it; Stiles followed her dutifully.

"Oh, sounds good," Stiles grinned. "I'm kinda hungry. What are you getting?"

They came to a stop in front of the vending machine; Olivia searched for her favorite candy bar but was disappointed to find that they didn't offer Mounds. "I was going to get a Mounds but they don't have them."

"It's because Mounds are disgusting," Stiles stated, scrunching up his nose as he looked at her.

She gave him an indignant look. "Mounds are great, thank you. You're probably just too immature to eat them."

"How can I be too immature to eat a candy bar?"

"Because I said so," Olivia huffed and pulled out a dollar bill from her pants pocket, inserting it into the machine.

"Oh, that makes so much sense," Stiles muttered sarcastically, watching as Olivia selected a Milky Way.

Olivia smirked as the chocolate bar dropped from its prong; she ducked and grabbed it from the bottom of the machine. "I know it does," she quickly unwrapped her candy and took a bite. "What are you getting?"

Stiles yawned and put some coins into the machine, pressing the 'I' button for a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup. "The superior candy choice, of course."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Of course."

The prong holding the Reese's turned and promptly stopped, the candy still in its grasp. Stiles frowned and pressed the 'I' button repeatedly; the candy didn't budge.

"Damn it," he sighed heavily. "Seriously? Come on..."

"Tough break," Olivia offered insincerely, earning herself a glare.

Stiles banged on the glass, trying to force gravity to do its thing and make the Reese's drop by itself. Growing irritated, he grabbed the top corners of the machine and started rocking it.

The Reese's still didn't move.

"Maybe we should get a—"

"Nope," Stiles cut Olivia off. "I've got a way of dealing with these things."

To prove his point, he pressed his front against the glass and wrapped his arms around the machine as far as they would go. He abruptly tried to tilt it over, grunting with effort, but the machine was too heavy.

"Just—gah!" he gasped and pulled away. "That's not gonna work."

"No shit."

"Please keep all sarcastic comments to yourself," Stiles snarked at Olivia.

Hypocrite, Olivia thought.

Stiles exhaled sharply and stepped toward the machine again, reaching for the top. He grunted as he started rocking the machine and Olivia could practically see the disaster before it even happened.

As the machine started tilting dangerously toward Stiles, Olivia grabbed the back of his jacket and forcefully pulled away. Stiles shrieked quietly as the machine fell onto the floor with a loud bang, glass skidding across the floor.

A weird feeling pulled Olivia out of her shock; a tingling sensation broke out across her whole body like goosebumps and she felt some kind of emotion brewing in her chest. She dropped her candy bar and turned around, a whisper quietly coming from her lips as she started walking back to the waiting room without a thought.

"Lydia."

Stiles looked at Olivia curiously, wondering what was going on with her. She looked dazed as she turned away from the broken vending machine, whispering her cousin's name for no reason—and she dropped a perfectly good candy bar.

And then, someone started screaming.

Olivia broke out of her trance, recognizing the scream immediately. She called her cousin's name much louder than before and started running to Lydia's room, Thomas, Melissa, and Stiles on her heels.

Olivia ran into the hospital room and went straight to the bathroom, slipping on the wet floor. Stiles grabbed her arms, keeping her from falling, as they looked around the empty bathroom.

Lydia was no where to be found.

"Where is she?" Olivia breathed as Melissa turned off the shower.

Her eyes caught sight of the window and walked over to it; it was open, letting the freezing air into the room, and she could hear faint screaming that she just knew was Lydia.

As Melissa and Thomas caught on to what happened with Lydia, Stiles stared at Olivia.

What on Earth just happened?

-

"Naked?" Sheriff Stilinski asked Melissa and Thomas as they walked through the hospital half an hour later. "As in nude?"

"I'm pretty sure they mean the same thing," Melissa commented. "but yes, as far as we know, she left here clothing-optional."

They came to a stop, Sheriff Stilinski facing Melissa and Thomas head-on. "All right, you checked the whole hospital, right?"

Melissa nodded. "Every last corner."

"Nothing suspicious?"

"Nothing," Melissa confirmed. "She just took off."

Sheriff Stilinski turned to the deputy that had walked up to him. "All right, let's get an APB out on a sixteen-year-old redhead," he ordered before turning to Thomas. "Any other descriptors?"

Olivia—who had anxiously followed the sheriff, Melissa, and Thomas with Stiles by her side—stepped forward. "Lydia's five-three, she has fair skin and green eyes, and she actually prefers strawberry-blonde but it's a little darker than that."

Stiles nodded in support and pointed at Olivia. "What she said."

The three adults looked at them in shock.

"Is that right?" Sheriff Stilinski asked, looking between his son and Olivia.

Olivia nodded. "Yes."

Sheriff Stilinski nodded and grabbed Stiles by the back of the neck, pulling him away from Melissa, Thomas, and Olivia. Olivia couldn't hear what they were talking about, but it seemed like Stiles' dad was getting after him. Stiles eventually nodded and Sheriff Stilinski pushed him toward the elevator.

When his dad wasn't looking, Olivia saw Stiles turn around and gesture toward Lydia's room; she nodded back at him and turned away from her uncle, making her way back to Lydia's hospital room.

Stiles was there already, sneaking toward the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" Olivia whispered to him, close behind.

"I called Scott," Stiles said quietly, picking up Lydia's discarded hospital gown. "He's on his way. He's gonna use her scent," he put the gown into his jacket and zipped it up. "to find her."

Olivia sighed, relieved that they weren't just going to wait around. "Good idea," she complimented him. "I'll text Derek to tell him to look, too."

Stiles nodded and they left Lydia's room, heading straight toward the elevator to avoid any suspicions. Once they exited the hospital, they went straight to Stiles' Jeep where Scott was already waiting in the passenger seat.

As soon as Olivia was settled into the backseat, Stiles handed Scott Lydia's gown.

"This is the one she was just wearing?" Scott asked them, looking back at Olivia.

Olivia nodded and exhaled shakily. She was trying not to totally break down over the fact that her cousin, one of the people she loved most, was probably running around town, freezing to death. She tried to console herself; if anyone was going to go missing with no clothes on in freezing temperatures and survive, it was Lydia.

Her cousin was as stubborn as a mule.

"I'm not gonna let anyone hurt her," Scott assured her, seeing how worried she was. "Not again."

Olivia gave him a small, thankful smile while Stiles started the car.

"All right," he said as the engine turned over. "just shove the thing in your face and let's find her."

The headlights popped on, illuminating Allison and surprising the three of them. Allison rolled her eyes at Stiles' loud cursing and rushed over to Scott's window.

"What are you doing here?" Scott asked her. "Someone's gonna see us."

When Stiles had visited Olivia after Peter was killed and everything was over, he filled her in on some of the things she missed. It turned out that Kate had told Allison about werewolves—that was why Allison was hesitant around Olivia at their shopping trip—and that she found out about Scott at the formal. Kate manipulated her into thinking that all werewolves were murderous monsters and recruited Allison into catching Scott and Derek.

After Peter killed Kate and Derek killed Peter, Allison and Scott made up and started their relationship again. Until Allison's dad found them making out and threatened to kill Scott if they saw each other again. Allison and Scott faked their break-up but continued to see each other in secret.

Yeah, Olivia missed that much in one weekend.

"I don't care," Allison declared. "Lydia's one of my best friends and we need to find her before they do."

"I can find her before the cops can," Scott assured her.

"How about before my father does?"

Olivia leaned forward so that Allison could see her. "He knows?"

"Yeah," Allison nodded worriedly. "I just saw him and three other guys leave my house in two SUVs."

Scott looked toward Olivia and Stiles. "Search party."

Olivia frowned when Allison corrected him, "It's more like a hunting party."

Scott immediately opened his door. "Get in."

Stiles pulled out of the parking lot as soon as Allison was seated in the back next to Olivia. The girls smiled slightly at each other, both hesitant with how to act around each other. They weren't mad but Peter had killed Kate and Kate had killed Olivia's mom.

Allison acted first; she grabbed Olivia's hand and squeezed it comfortingly. Olivia squeezed her back, hoping that Allison didn't hold her father's actions against her.

"All right," Stiles said as he turned onto the road in the direction that Scott had found Lydia's scent. "but if she's turning, would they actually kill her?"

"I don't know," Allison stated, frustration heavy in her voice. "They won't tell me anything, okay? All they say is, 'We'll talk after Kate's funeral, when the others get here.'"

Olivia grimaced; if other Argent hunters were coming to Beacon Hills, it didn't mean anything good. Scott and Derek were in danger and now, if she was turning, so was Lydia.

"What others?" Stiles looked in the rearview mirror, exchanging a worried look with Olivia.

"I don't know," Allison repeated. "they won't tell me that either."

"Okay," Stiles said, annoyed. "your family's got some serious communication issues to work on. Scott," he called to his best friend, who was hanging out of the window like a dog. "are we going the right way?"

"Go to the Hale house," Olivia spoke up.

"What, why?" Stiles and Allison looked at her, confused. There was a dazed look in her eyes and Stiles thought that it kind of looked like earlier, when she dropped her candy bar.

Olivia frowned. "I don't know."

"She's right," Scott slipped back into his seat and pointed to a road up ahead. "Take a right here."

Stiles did as Scott said and sure enough—like Olivia said—Lydia's scent led to the Hale house. Stiles parked and they all got out to walk up to the house, which looked very creepy at night.

Olivia gulped as she looked at the house she used to call home. She had lost both of her parents here and she hated coming back.

"Are you sure she came here?" Stiles asked, a few feet away from her, looking back at Scott. "You're absolutely sure?"

He wasn't asking Olivia but she knew that Lydia had been here. She didn't know how, but something inside of her knew that it was true.

"Yeah," Scott answered. "this is where her scent leads."

"All right," Stiles sighed. "Olivia, has Lydia ever been here?"

Olivia shook her head and turned away from the house. "No," she told him. "We never came here after..."

Stiles nodded, knowing what she was going to say.

"Maybe she came here on instinct," Allison suggested as Stiles walked closer to the house and Olivia made her way over to her side. "like she was looking for Derek."

Olivia pursed her lips thoughtfully while Scott raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend.

"You mean she was looking for an alpha?" he asked.

"Wolves need a pack, right?"

"Most of the time," Olivia nodded.

"But not all of them," Scott said pointedly.

Olivia subtly rolled her eyes and turned away. She knew that Scott was mad at Derek and that was fine, but it was better if he would join his pack. There was strength in numbers and with more Argents coming to town, the more protection they had, the better.

"But would she have been drawn to an alpha?" Allison prodded. "Is it an instinct to be part of a pack?"

"Yeah," Scott nodded. "we're stronger in packs."

"Like strength in numbers."

"Yes," Olivia turned back around, schooling her expression. "but werewolves are also physically stronger and faster with a pack."

Allison raised her eyebrows. "Is that the same for an alpha?"

Olivia nodded. "Derek will be stronger too."

She missed the look that Allison and Scott exchanged when she turned around when Stiles' called their names. He was crouched next to a tree, his hands caressing what looked to be a wire strung on the ground.

"Hey, look at this!" Stiles exclaimed as Olivia and Allison walked over to him to get a good look. "You see this? I think it's a tripwire."

Just as Olivia was about to advise Stiles to let go of the tripwire, he pulled it firmly. There was a whoosh behind them and Olivia and Allison turned to see that Scott had been swept off of his feet and was hanging in the air by a strong rope.

Stiles was oblivious to Scott's dilemma, still studying the tripwire.

"Stiles..."

"Yeah, buddy?" Stiles asked, finally turning around. "Oh..."

"Next time you see a tripwire," Scott held out his hands, the blood rushing to his head. "don't trip it."

Olivia and Allison snickered while Stiles nodded. "Yeah, noted."

The three of them stepped forward to held Scott out of the trap when he held his hands up to stop them.

"Wait, wait, wait," he whispered hurriedly. "someone's coming. Hide!"

Olivia, Stiles, and Allison scrambled, assuming that it was probably Mr. Argent and his hunting buddies. Olivia and Stiles hurried to a nearby tree that was large enough to hide them while Allison ducked down behind a large stump.

Mr. Argent and two other guys walked up to Scott, all of them dressed in black. Olivia and Stiles could make out Mr. Argent and Scott's voices but not enough to hear what they were saying.

Olivia assumed that Mr. Argent was probably threatening Scott, though.

After Mr. Argent made some gestures around Scott's waist, the hunters fell back and left. Olivia, Stiles, and Allison made their way back over to Scott once they were sure they weren't coming back.

"Are you okay?" Allison asked her boyfriend worriedly.

"It was just another life-threatening conversation with your dad," Scott quipped good-naturedly.

Allison frowned and looked over at the tree that Scott's trap was connected to. "Olivia, help me with this."

Olivia agreed and they went over to the tree, ready to undo the rope. Suddenly the rope went slack and when they turned to see what had happened, Scott was on his feet, his claws detracting.

"Thanks," he grinned. "but I think I got it."

Olivia scoffed in agreement while Allison and Stiles chuckled.

Scott gestured toward the dilapidated house. "Coming?"

-

"What do you know about Isaac Lahey?"

Olivia looked away from her mirror, where she was poking an earring through her lobe, to Derek, who was sitting on her bed. He had shown up before school to tell her that he tracked Lydia's scent to the cemetery but when he got there, she wasn't.

"Isaac Lahey?" Olivia quirked an eyebrow and fastened the earring, recalling what she knew about the tall curly-haired blonde. "He's quiet, mostly. Seems shy...why?"

Derek shrugged. "I ran into him at the cemetery."

"Yeah, I think his dad owns it or something," Olivia shrugged on a leather jacket to match her red skater skirt and striped t-shirt and picked up a tube of lipstick to complete her look.

"I'm thinking about giving him the bite."

Olivia froze in place and set down her lipstick before turning to face her cousin. She knew that Derek was looking to start his own pack, but she didn't think it was going to be so soon—or one of her classmates.

"Really?" she asked. "Why him?"

"He had a black eye," Derek told her. "said his dad did it. Apparently his dad's aggressive."

Olivia raised her eyebrows, shocked. She felt bad for Isaac—her dad only pushed her around for a couple of minutes and she felt like she was messed up from it. She couldn't imagine having to live full-time with someone who was supposed to love you unconditionally and, instead, beat you up.

"Shouldn't we be contacting the authorities instead of turning him into a werewolf?"

"Isaac said he didn't want that," Derek said. "He said he'd think about it. I'm telling you because you're part of my pack and I wanted you to know."

"I'm part of your pack?" Olivia asked him with a small smile. She had thought she might be, but that was before they found out that her bite wasn't healing like a werewolf. If she wasn't a werewolf, how could she be a part of his pack?

"You're a Hale," Derek said firmly, standing up to walk over to her. He put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it. "It doesn't matter if you're not a werewolf, Ollie. You're my pack."

Olivia grinned, knowing that was the closest she'd ever get to Derek saying I-love-you, and wrapped her free arm around his waist, giving him a quick hug. Derek grunted and patted her back before pulling away.

"This is exciting," Olivia said happily before frowning. She felt like she didn't have a right to be happy while Lydia was still missing. It felt weird.

Speaking of weird...

"I forgot to tell you," she started, biting the inside of her cheek. "Something weird happened last night."

"What?"

"Last night, before Lydia left the hospital, I had this weird feeling," Olivia told him, trying to remember all that happened. It was like a foggy dream to her. "Like I knew something was going to happen to her."

Derek frowned. "A weird feeling?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "there was tingling sensation in my body and I felt like I wanted to scream or something."

"Has this happened before?"

Olivia cocked her head, trying to remember if something like this had happened to her. She remembered the times that Derek was injured—when he was shot or when he was captured by Kate—and it felt kind of like what happened with Lydia.

She told Derek about it and he narrowed his eyes, as if thinking. There was a minute of silence before he finally spoke up.

"I'll look into it," he told her reassuringly. "Don't worry about it for now, but tell me if it happens again."

Olivia nodded. "I will."

"Good. Come on, I'll drive you to school."

"Yes, alpha, sir!" Olivia saluted him mockingly.

"Shut up."

-

-

Scott groaned in disgust as Stiles told him about what his dad had discovered earlier that morning. Noah had gone out at five in the morning to search for Lydia with the cadaver dogs and they found her scent by the cemetery. Apparently there also happened to be a grave robbery, where the liver was stolen out of a recently-buried woman.

"She ate the liver?"

"No, I didn't say she ate it," Stiles corrected him, rolling his eyes. "I just said it was missing. And you know what, even if she did, so what? It's the most nutritious part of the body."

Scott wrinkled his nose, glad that he didn't eat someone's liver. "I never ate anyone's liver."

"Yeah, right," Stiles scoffed. "'cause when it comes to werewolves, you're a real model of self-control," he paused thoughtfully, coming to a stop in the middle of the sidewalk leading up to the school. "Actually, wait, hold on. You're the test case for this, so we should be going over what happened to you."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, like what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know?" Stiles explained. "What were you drawn to?"

"Allison," Scott admitted, clutching the straps of his backpack.

Stiles sighed in frustration. "Okay, nothing else? Seriously?"

Scott shrugged. "Nothing else mattered," he stated seriously. "but, no, that's good, right? Because the night that Lydia was bit, she was with you and Olivia."

"No," Stiles shook his head. "She was looking for Jackson."

-

"Let's go!" Coach shouted to the locker room full of lacrosse players. "I have an announcement. Gather around, quicker!" the boys huddled up in the middle of the locker room, looking at Coach expectantly. "Danny, put a shirt on. You too, Stilinski!"

Stiles rolled his eyes and pulled on a gray t-shirt with his practice jersey on top of it. He and Scott hovered toward the back of the group as they listened to Coach.

"Listen up," Coach said seriously. "Police are asking for help on a missing child advisory. It's a sick girl, roaming around totally naked."

One of the boys catcalled while some of them chuckled.

"Now, it's supposed to get below forty degrees tonight," Coach continued. "I don't know about you, but the last time it was that cold and I was running around naked, I lost a testicle to exposure."

Stiles grimaced—wasn't it just last week that Coach was talking about his missing testicle?

"Now, I don't want the same thing to happen to some innocent girl," Coach held up a sign-up sheet and taped it on the wall outside his office. "So, police are organizing search parties for tonight. Sign up, find the missing girl, you get an automatic 'A' in my classes."

As the team cheered and went to sign-up to look for Lydia, Scott and Stiles pulled Jackson to the side so they could talk to him. Scott quickly explained the situation to him and both of them were surprised when Jackson just shrugged.

"If Lydia wants to take a naked hike in the woods, why should I care?" he asked crossly.

"Because we have a pretty good idea that she might be..." Scott hesitated. "you know, turning."

Jackson gave him a confused look. "Turning?"

"Yeah," Scott nodded. "turning."

"...Into?"

"A unicorn," Stiles spat, already fed up with the pretentious blonde. "What do you think, dumbass?"

Jackson glared at him. "Well, I think if Lydia's turning, she's not the one that's gonna need help."

It was Scott's turn to look confused. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, God, you've got it all backwards, McCall," Jackson scoffed. "When I was with Lydia, you should have seen the scratch marks she left on me. What do you think she's gonna do with a real set of claws?"

Stiles grimaced as Jackson pushed past them, both disgusted at the little factoid about Lydia that he didn't want to know, and the fact that Jackson was probably right. Lydia was a bitch. She had her moments, Stiles knew, and she was usually a sweetheart to Olivia but he had never really seen her be kind to someone she wasn't best friends with.

-

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Olivia nodded at whatever Stiles was saying, acting like she was listening to him. She caught a few things—something about a liver that concerned her—but her mind was on Jackson for the moment. She tried to make it so she wasn't obvious with her staring, but the fact that Jackson's blue eyes were darting her way once in a while, made her think that she wasn't.

She just couldn't believe that Jackson took the bite from Derek. When her cousin told her about it on the way to school, she nearly had a heart attack. She knew from Stiles that Jackson was blackmailing Scott into getting Peter to bite him but she didn't think he was actually going to go up to Derek like he did and demand to be a werewolf.

While she was shocked, she also understood that Jackson did it. Jackson liked to be better than anyone at everything. He didn't like the fact that Scott was a werewolf and taking over his lacrosse team, so he wanted to do something about it.

If Jackson wasn't being such an ass about Lydia, Olivia might have gone up to him and asked him how he was doing. However, Jackson hadn't spoken a word to her since the night of formal, over than when he was apologizing to her in her hospital room.

There were no texts about how Lydia was doing, nor was there anything about her going missing. It pissed Olivia off because she knew that Jackson did have feelings for Lydia—they were just buried deep, deep down in the hole that was his heart.

"Are you even listening to me?" Stiles hissed at her.

"Hmm?" Olivia turned her eyes from Jackson to Stiles, raising her eyebrows. "Uh, yeah, the liver part sounds bad."

Stiles glared at her. "I stopped talking about the liver a few minutes ago," he turned to Scott, who had been listening in, too. "See what I have to deal with?"

"Yeah, I'm sure it's horrible," Scott rolled his eyes, knowing how much Stiles loved being able to talk to Olivia.

"Deal with me?" Olivia scoffed before sighing, admitting to herself that she was being rude for not listening to him. "Okay, I'm sorry. What were you saying?"

"I was telling you that Jackson said that Lydia would be a problem," Stiles whispered as the final bell rang and Mr. Harris walked into the chemistry room.

Olivia sat straight in her seat next to Stiles and faced the board, knowing that Stiles was Mr. Harris' least favorite student. She didn't want to get dragged down with him.

After taking attendance, Mr. Harris announced that there was going to be a pop quiz. He started handing out the tests and Olivia immediately got to work. The material came natural to her, especially since she spent the weekend by Lydia's side studying.

"All right," Stiles whispered, getting her and Scott's attention. "it's causing me severe mental anguish to say this, but he's right."

Scott didn't turn around as he replied, "I know."

Olivia didn't think that Lydia was actually turning into a werewolf. Something else had to be going on because Lydia's bite hadn't healed at all during the weekend; if she was a werewolf, her wounds would be gone. Even if she was a werewolf, Lydia liked control—she wouldn't be running all over the place stealing livers and killing people.

"What if the next body part she steals is from someone who's still alive?" Stiles insisted.

His whisper wasn't quiet enough, catching Mr. Harris' attention. He spun around at his desk and glowered at Stiles. "This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski," he said sternly. "If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career."

Olivia kept her eyes on her paper, minding her own business.

"Can you do that?" Stiles asked, clearly confused.

"Well, there it is again," Mr. Harris scowled. "Your voice, triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently. I'll see you at three o'clock for detention."

Stiles made a noise of protest and Mr. Harris' eyes went to Scott. "You too, Mr. McCall?"

Scott shook his head. "No, sir."

Everyone went back to work on their quiz once Mr. Harris stopped nagging at Stiles. Olivia could practically hear Stiles fuming from beside her but when the tingling sensation that was becoming familiar started up in her nose, she became distracted.

It felt like her mind was floating away from her body and water was filling her ears. She had only passed out once in her life, but it kind of felt like that. She could have sworn she was hearing something, too. A name.

When Jackson's stool screeched against the linoleum tiles as he stood up and ran from the room, it became clear what she was hearing.

Jackson. Jackson. Jackson.

Olivia abruptly stood up and gave a random excuse to Mr. Harris as she quickly made her way out of the classroom. She wanted to follow Jackson and for some reason, she felt like he would go to the bathroom.

Olivia entered the boys' bathroom and saw that one of the stall doors was open.

"Jackson," she called, hurrying over to him. "are you okay?"

Jackson didn't look okay. He had black liquid falling rapidly from his nose, soaking through the ball of toilet paper he had pressed against it. There was so much liquid that it was dripping into the toilet.

Olivia hurriedly shut the door behind her and grabbed more toilet paper, rolling it into a wad. She held it up to Jackson and he dropped the soiled one into the toilet; more black liquid gushed out of his nose.

She could feel herself panicking because she realized that it wasn't some random liquid—it was blood. His body was trying to heal himself—much like Derek's when he was shot by Kate—and it wasn't working.

As Olivia gave Jackson some more toilet paper, there was a knock on the stall door.

"I'm fine, Danny," Jackson's voice was muffled by the toilet paper. "Just go back to class."

Someone knocked again.

"Just give me a second, okay?!" Jackson snapped, pressing more tissue to his nose. "I said give me a fucking second!"

Olivia gave him a look that told him to calm down but she wasn't very calm herself.

The stall door was forcefully pulled open and Olivia wasn't surprised to see Derek pull Jackson out of the stall. She followed after him as Jackson was pushed into the sinks.

"Derek," Jackson breathed.

"You're looking a little pale there, Jackson," Derek observed, giving Olivia a quick look as she crossed her arms over her chest. "You feeling okay?"

He patted Jackson on the shoulder but Jackson flinched away.

"Never better."

"If something's wrong, I need to know," Derek declared. "You're with us, now."

"Wait, with you?" Jackson scoffed. "Me with you? What am I, your little pet? I mean, just because you gave me the bite doesn't mean I'm part of your little wolf pack. Sorry, but to be honest, you don't exactly show outstanding leadership qualities."

"Jackson," Olivia sighed in exasperation, bracing her forehead against her hand.

Derek gave Jackson an annoyed look. "Is that so?"

"Look, I've got my own agenda," Jackson snapped. "Which doesn't involve running around the woods at night, howling at the moon with you and McCall, okay? So why don't you just back the fuck—"

While Jackson was talking, more black blood had started dripping out of him, this time from his ears. Derek pushed his head toward the mirror and his eyes widened in horror as more started dripping down his nose.

"What is it?" he asked shakily. "What's happening?"

Derek narrowed his eyes and Olivia could see that he was shaken. "You're body's fighting the bite."

Olivia closed her eyes in realization. The last time Derek had seen someone reject the bite, she had died. If Jackson's body was rejecting the bite, did that mean he would die, too? He didn't look weak or sick or anything—besides the black blood, he looked perfectly healthy.

"Why?"

Derek slowly backed away from Jackson, as though he had a contagious disease. Olivia knew he didn't think that, of course, he was just having bad memories of Paige.

"I don't know."

"What does it mean?" Jackson's voice was harsh as he turned to Derek. "What does it mean?"

Derek continued to back out of the bathroom so Olivia took charge, knowing that freaking out wasn't going to help anyone.

"Jackson, calm down, okay?" she said soothingly as she grabbed the extra roll of paper towel on top of the dispenser. "Come here."

Jackson reluctantly obeyed, annoyed and freaked out about what was going on. As Olivia tended to him, soaking up the blood dripping from his body, he couldn't help but be relieved that she was there to help him.

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Stiles glared at the clock placed on the wall above the chalkboard, counting down the seconds until he was free of detention and the horrible Mr. Harris. When five seconds turned into zero, he stood up from his table, ready to head out.

"Sit," Mr. Harris ordered from his desk, not bothering to look up from his grading.

"What?" Stiles gestured to the clock. "but it's been an hour."

"My detention is an hour and a half," Mr. Harris stated calmly, continuing to grade the pop quizzes.

"You can't do that!"

"Oh," Mr. Harris smiled smugly at Stiles. "but I can. You see, Stiles, since your father was so judicious in his dealings with me, I've decided to make you my personal project for the rest of the semester. You are going to benefit from all the best that strict discipline has to offer."

Stiles scowled, his temper growing with every word that came out of Mr. Harris' mouth.

"Now, sit down," Mr. Harris demanded. "before I decide to keep you here all night."

Stiles pressed his lips together, trying to keep a snarky comment from escaping his mouth, and sat down. He began his study of the clock once again, wishing he has superpowers that could speed up time.

-

It was two and a half hours later when Stiles and Scott sat in the forest, looking at the destroyed ambulance. There was blood sprayed all over the interior of the vehicle and a dead body was torn apart. With police officers and paramedics swarming the scene, it was hard to see what exactly attacked the ambulance.

They had an idea, though.

After Stiles had gotten out of detention, he went to the cemetery where Kate Argent's funeral was taking place. He and Scott hid from the family of hunters but were caught by his dad and forced to sit in the back of his cruiser.

It was then that Noah got a call from dispatch; someone had attacked an ambulance and broke into the back, tearing apart the heart attack victim that was dead on arrival. Stiles and Scott snuck out of the cruiser and made their way to the coordinates that dispatch gave his dad.

"What the fuck is Lydia doing?" Stiles breathed, looking over the mess on the road.

Scott shook his head. "I don't know."

"What kept you from doing that?" Stiles asked him. "Was it Allison?"

"I hope so."

"Do you need to get closer?"

Scott inhaled deeply, catching Lydia's scent somewhere nearby. "No, I got it."

Stiles sighed and grabbed Scott's shoulder. "Just—I need you to find her, okay? I know it doesn't seem like it, but I can tell Olivia's messed up about this," he frowned. "Please, just find her."

Scott patted Stiles' hand. "I will."

As Scott took off running to follow Lydia's scent, Stiles went up to the road to check things out. He knew that he'd get in trouble with his dad, but he wanted to know exactly what Lydia did.

Noah caught sight of him immediately and Stiles was subjected to a stern lecture about interfering with his dad's work. Stiles had just started explaining himself—some kind of lie he pulled out of his ass—when rustling of branches caught his attention.

His eyes went to Lydia, who was completely naked with her arms held over her breasts. Her red hair was wild with leaves and sticks and her face and arms were smeared with mud.

"Lydia?" Stiles called to her, trying to get her attention. "Lydia?"

Lydia gulped, shaking from the cold air, and held out her arms. "Well?" she asked loudly. "Is anyone gonna get me a coat?"

Stiles whipped around, facing the exact opposite direction of Lydia's very naked body. He could hear his dad swear under his breath as he took off his jacket and give it to Lydia, but he refused to turn around until Lydia was decent.

Lydia was a very pretty girl but she wasn't the girl he was in love with.