[2x06; Frenemy]

Olivia stared at the back of Lydia's head as they sat in Allison's car, trying to process everything that had happened. Jackson—one of her closest friends that she knew since elementary school—was the gross-looking and murderous kanima. It was shocking but now it made sense why his body had been rejecting the bite. He wasn't a werewolf, he was preparing to be a kanima.

And now Lydia was confused about everything and it left Olivia thinking. She was leaning toward telling Lydia about everything—no matter how much she wanted to protect Lydia, her cousin deserved to know the truth. Olivia knew that Lydia wasn't oblivious; something was going on with Lydia anyway and if she told her the truth, maybe Lydia would spill about what was going on with her.

Allison pulled into their driveway and parked the car, sighing heavily. "I need you to promise that you won't say anything about what just happened."

"I'll promise not to say anything about what just happened if you two can tell me what the hell just happened," Lydia retorted weakly.

"It's—it's kinda complicated—"

Lydia scoffed, cutting Allison off. "Well, how about you start with why Derek was there," she turned to Olivia for answers, knowing that Allison wasn't going to say anything. "Or where Jackson went or what is wrong with Erica?"

Olivia pressed her lips together. "Lydia..."

"What, do you guys need a minute to come up with a plausible lie?" Lydia narrowed her eyes.

"Part of the reason why I'm asking is because Scott and I aren't supposed to be seeing each other, okay?" Allison spoke up, frustrated. "So, it's better if you just keep what you know to yourself."

"Fine," Lydia snapped. "I'll keep what I know about you and your boyfriend—which is nothing—to myself."

Lydia opened the passenger door and went to get out of Allison's Mazda. Olivia followed her lead, sliding out of the backseat as Allison grabbed Lydia's arm to stop her from walking off.

"Hey, he's not just my boyfriend," she told Lydia softly. "You get that, right?"

"Let me go."

"Just for one second, please, try and remember."

"Remember what?" Lydia gave her a confused look.

"Remember what it feels like," Allison prompted. "All of those times in school when you see him standing down the hall and you can't breathe until you're with him. Or those times in class when you—you can't stop looking at the clock because you know that he's standing right out there waiting or you."

Despite the fact that Olivia just realized that she liked Stiles that morning, she knew what Allison was talking about. She and Stiles weren't in the same situation as Allison and Scott but those feelings could come from different situations.

When Stiles was mad at her, she felt lost. When he was there for her, she felt like she was on the top of the world. She was happy with Stiles, even if they weren't together, and she cared about him a lot. She knew that he cared for her, too.

"Don't you remember what that's like?" Allison finished, looking at Lydia imploringly.

It was quiet for a few seconds until Lydia whispered, "No."

"What do you mean, no?" Allison looked at her, confused. "You've had boyfriends."

"None like that," Lydia rasped, pulling away from Allison's grasp. She slid out of the car and slammed the door shut, marching up the rest of the driveway.

"Lydia," Olivia called, quickening her pace so she could catch up with her. "Lyd, would you just wait for a second?"

"Why, so you can feed me some ridiculous lie?" Lydia snapped as they walked up the steps to the front door, swiftly unlocking it.

"No, Lydia, I'm gonna tell you the truth," Olivia declared; Lydia opened the door and turned to her with a curious expression. "All of it. From the very beginning."

Lydia pursed her lips. "Fine. Tell me everything."

-

Stiles crept through the alleyway that led to the nightclub Jackson had ran away to, hands sheathed in his pockets as he looked for his best friend. Once he caught sight of the neon sign, it was easy to spot Scott, who was hiding at the back of the building.

He walked over to him, gasping when Scott jumped in fright at the sight of him.

"Holy shit," Scott breathed.

"Sorry, sorry," Stiles apologized sheepishly. "Did you see where he went?"

Scott shook his head. "I lost him."

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

"I don't think he has one."

"All right," Stiles sighed, frustrated. "Any clue why he came here?"

"To kill someone," Scott stated matter-of-factly.

"Ah," Stiles nodded sarcastically; did Scott think he was clueless? "That explains the claws, the fangs, and all that. Good. It makes perfect sense now."

Scott gave him an annoyed look that had him defending himself.

"Scott, come on," he complained. "I'm one hundred and forty-seven pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense."

"Just help me find it."

"Not it, Jackson," Stiles reminded Scott.

Scott sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I know."

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

Scott paused thoughtfully. "I mean, I don't think so but he already passed Derek's test anyway."

"Yeah..." Stiles nodded, his mind racing. "How did he pass the test, anyway?"

Scott shrugged. "I don't know."

"Maybe it's like an either-or thing," Stiles suggested. "I mean, Derek said that a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom, right? When's the kanima not the kanima?"

"When it's Jackson," Scott supplied.

Stiles nodded in confirmation, his eyes wandering around the building. He stiffened when he saw the kanima's tail flick out of an open window on the second floor. "Dude," he nudged Scott. "Do you see that?"

"He's inside," Scott sniffed once, trying to get Jackson's scent, but smelt something familiar that reminded him of Danny. His eyes drifted from the window and trailed to the line in front of the club, spotting Danny being ushered inside. "I know who he's after."

"What, how?" Stiles had no idea how Scott figured that out. "Did you smell something?"

Scott nodded. "Armani."

"Danny's cologne?" Stiles asked; Scott nodded and started walking to the side of the building, Stiles trailing after him.

They both sighed in relief when they saw a door that would let them into the club without having to break out their fake IDs. However, when Stiles went to grab the doorknob, they discovered that the door was locked.

"Shit," Stiles hissed, rattling the doorknob once more before Scott pulled him away. "All right, maybe there's, like, a window we could climb through or some kind of—"

He was cut off by Scott ripping the doorknob off the door; the knob fell to the concrete with a metallic clank.

"—handle that we could rip off with supernatural strength," Stiles finished as Scott opened the door. "How'd I not think of that one?"

Scott shrugged and walked into the club, Stiles sneaking in behind him and quietly shutting the door. It was dark in the hallway they walked through, but eventually, the more they walked, they could see neon lights lighting up the dancefloor and bar.

Electric dance music that made Stiles' heart race boomed across the club as men danced up on other men. Before Stiles could tell the oblivious Scott that the club—Jungle—was actually a gay club, he was pulled away by a group of nice drag queens.

"Dude, everyone in here is a dude," Scott called to him—it was a miracle that Stiles could even hear him. "I think we're in a gay club."

Stiles smiled politely at the drag queen on his left, who was stroking his hoodie-clad shoulder, and narrowed his eyes at Scott. "Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh, Scott?"

Scott rolled his eyes at him and Stiles politely excused himself from the ladies. They wandered over to the bar, pulling out their wallets to show to pay for a drink.

"Two beers, please," Stiles requested the bar tender.

"IDs?" the guy looked at them expectantly.

Stiles grinned and pulled his fake ID out of his wallet, handing it to the bar tender. The man smirked as he read the names and birthdates on the fake cards and returned them to Stiles and Scott.

"How about two Cokes?"

"Rum and Coke? Sure!" Stiles exclaimed, nodding his head along to the beat of the song pumping through the club. When the bar tender gave him an unimpressed look, he sighed. "Coke's fine, actually. I'm driving, anyway."

The bar tender waved a hand at his co-worker before walking away to serve another customer. Another guy—this one was shirtless—walked up with two sodas, sliding them over the bar to Stiles and Scott.

"That one," the guy nodded at Scott's drink. "is paid for."

The guy nodded down the bar, where a guy raised his beer bottle at Scott with a sleazy grin. Scott smiled back at him and took a sip of Coke, grinning at Stiles' irritated look.

"Oh, shut up," he grumbled, picking up his own soda.

"I didn't say anything."

"Yeah, well, your face did," Stiles turned away from the bar and sipped at his drink, looking around the crowd for any sign of Danny. It took a couple of seconds before he spotted their classmate. "Hey, I found Danny."

"I found Jackson," Scott countered, his eyes on the ceiling where the kanima was crawling about creepily. "Get Danny."

"What are you gonna do?" Stiles asked; Scott didn't answer verbally but instead walked toward the dance floor. "Works for me."

He made his way toward the dance floor where Danny was grinding up on some unknown shirtless guy. He called Danny's name a couple of times but the music was too loud and Danny was too distracted to hear him.

All of a sudden, people started dropping like flies. The music cut off as people started to scream, which triggered Stiles' flight response. He ran away from the dance floor, entering the hallway he and Scott used to get into the club, and exiting the building.

It didn't take long for him to hear sirens.

-

Lydia stared at Olivia in shock, wordlessly opening and closing her mouth a couple of times. She looked like a fish but Olivia didn't think it would be too nice if she started laughing at her cousin while she had just found out the truth about everything.

Olivia had started from the beginning, just like Lydia requested. She explained how supernatural creatures actually existed out of storybooks and that the Hale family were werewolves. She explained about the fire and how Grace Martin really died because of Kate Argent and she told her about Laura's death, Scott's transformation, and realizing that Peter was actually the alpha werewolf who murdered all those people and bit Lydia and Olivia.

Lydia was shocked, to say the least. But everything sort of made sense...When Jackson and Olivia were attacked at the movie rental store, she had seen something she couldn't explain. When she was bitten at the winter formal, she had seen Olivia's dad and though that he was the one who bit her. She thought that she had been going crazy but she wasn't. Not about that, at least.

"Scott's a werewolf," she breathed. "and so is Derek."

Olivia nodded patiently.

"And Jackson is a what?"

"A kanima," Olivia reminded her. "Sometimes people take the shape of who they are."

"That's weird," Lydia wrinkled her nose. "and he doesn't know what he is?"

"I doubt it," Olivia shook her head. "Jackson's a dick but I don't think he would knowingly kill people."

Lydia nodded in agreement. "Yeah..."

"Lyds, I'm so sorry I've been lying to you," Olivia grabbed Lydia's hands and squeezed them comfortingly. "I thought that would keep you safe but I was being stupid. I just wanted to protect you."

"You were being stupid," Lydia agreed, squeezing her back. "I'm supposed to protect you, too, Liv."

Olivia lowered her head, ashamed. "I know. I'm so sorry, Lydia. I really am."

"It's okay," Lydia said quietly. "I just, I don't think I want anything to do with this. I'm already freaked out."

"Freaked out?" Olivia looked at her sharply, concerned. "About what?"

"I don't know," Lydia shrugged self-consciously. "I feel like I'm going crazy. I keep seeing things, things that I'm not sure are there."

Olivia bit the inside of her cheek, her mind racing. She had to figure out what was going on with Lydia. She owed it to her to find out, especially since she felt responsible for getting her cousin into this supernatural mess.

"I'll look into," Olivia promised her. "I'll find out what's going on, Lydia."

Lydia smiled slightly. "Thanks, Liv," she pulled her cousin into a quick hug, feeling relieved that she knew the truth now. "I'm gonna let Sirius out before we go to bed."

"Okay," Olivia nodded and watched Lydia climb off her bed. "Goodnight, Lyd, love you."

"Love you, too," Lydia gave her a quick smile and whistled for Sirius. The corgi jumped off Olivia's bed and sped over to Lydia, chirping happily. "Night."

Olivia sighed as Lydia shut her door and laid down, snuggling into her pillow. Lydia knew the truth. Now, she had to figure out how to help her and find out what was going on with Jackson.

-

"I didn't get anything out of Danny," Scott informed Stiles as he climbed into the Jeep, glancing at Jackson in the backseat.

After the kanima had paralyzed several people at the club, Derek found him and slit his throat. Somehow, the kanima hadn't died and had transformed back into Jackson outside the club. When Scott and Stiles found him, he was perfectly okay, besides the fact that he was butt naked and passed out.

He and Stiles had drug him to the Jeep and Stiles kept watch while Scott questioned Danny, who happened to get paralyzed.

"Okay, can we just get the fuck out of here before one of my dad's deputies sees me?" Stiles asked him frantically. Scott nodded and Stiles started up the Jeep just as Noah's cruiser entered the lot in front of them. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Could this get any worse?"

Jackson moaned groggily from the back, answering his question.

"That was rhetorical!" Stiles shouted at him.

"Get rid of him," Scott urged him, pointing at Noah.

"Get rid of him?" Stiles repeated in exasperation. "We're at a crime scene and he's the sheriff."

"Do something!"

Stiles groaned and opened his door, stumbling out of the Jeep. His dad exited his cruiser at the same time, narrowing his eyes when he saw that it was Stiles who was walking toward him.

"Hey!" Stiles called, trying to act casual.

Noah approached him, folding his arms over his chest. "What are you doing here?"

"What, it's a club!" Stiles gestured toward the building overrun with police officers. "It's a club, we were clubbing, you know?"

Noah glanced at Jungle and then back at Stiles. "Not exactly your type of club."

Stiles spluttered awkwardly and scrambled for an excuse. "Uh, well, Dad...There's a conversation that we—"

"You're not gay."

Stiles gaped at him, offended. Just because he wasn't gay didn't mean he couldn't be! He had never had a conversation discussing his sexuality with his dad, anyway.

"What, I could be!"

Noah shook his head. "Not dressed like that."

Stiles gave him an offended look before looking down at his t-shirt and jeans.

What's wrong with my outfit? He mentally asked himself.

"Well, that's, uh—"

Noah cut him off again. "This is the second crime scene that you just happened to have shown up on," he pointed out. "And, at this point, I've been fed so many lies, I'm not sure I know the kid standing in front of me."

Stiles' shoulders deflated guiltily. He hated lying to his dad but he had to protect him. He was better off being in the dark about this whole thing.

"Now, what the hell has been going on?"

There was a thump from the Jeep that distracted them; they turned to see that Scott was smiling innocently, waving at them cheerfully.

What an idiot.

"Dad," Stiles sighed, turning back to his father.

"The truth, Stiles."

"The truth, all right," Stiles nodded, thinking up another lie. "Well, the truth is that we were here with Danny. He just broke up with his boyfriend, you know, so we were just trying to take him out and get his mind off things. That's—that's it."

He stared at his dad, hoping that Noah would believe him. Thankfully, after a few quiet seconds, Noah nodded.

"That's really good of you guys," he smiled at Stiles. "You're good friends."

Stiles nodded, feeling guilt swell in his chest. He smiled and playfully punched his dad in the shoulder before saying goodbye. As Noah started walking toward the crime scene, he went back to the Jeep.

Once he was settled with his seatbelt on, he started the engine and pulled out of the chaotic parking lot. As he drove them down the highway with Jackson in the backseat with nowhere to go, he turned to Scott for answers.

"What should we do with him?"

"Take him somewhere," Scott shrugged, at a loss just like Stiles.

"Um, okay, what about your house?"

Scott shook his head. "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," he proposed. "Or long enough to convince him that he's dangerous."

Stiles sighed and looked in the rear-view mirror. "I still say we just kill him."

"We're not killing him," Scott said sternly.

"Fine, fine," Stiles groaned. "Okay, okay, I've got an idea."

"Does it involve breaking the law?"

Stiles gave him a pointed look. "By now, don't you think that's a given?"

"I was trying to be optimistic."

"Don't bother."

-

"You're an idiot," Olivia declared, looking over at Stiles as he drove them through the preserve. "You and Scott. I can't believe that you thought it would be a good idea to kidnap Jackson!"

"It's not kidnapping—"

"It's kidnapping, Stiles," Olivia snapped. "I'm not an idiot, okay?"

Stiles gave her an annoyed look. "Well, what the hell were we supposed to do with him?"

"I don't know, talk to him?" Oliva suggested pointedly. "Let me talk to him? Not break the law and steal police property to hold him in the woods against his will?"

Stiles huffed as he turned down the road that would lead them to where he and Scott stashed the police van they had stolen. "Sorry I'm not perfect like you, Olivia."

"Stiles, you know perfectly well that I'm not perfect," Olivia retorted. "but you guys probably just made this whole thing worse."

"Okay, I get it," Stiles snapped at her. "I messed up. I know. Can we please move on?"

Olivia narrowed her eyes at him but sighed, knowing that they couldn't change what had happened. Somehow she had to convince Jackson that he was dangerous and to not flip out on Stiles and Scott for kidnapping him.

"Fine."

"Fine," Stiles exhaled as he slowed down once he was parked a couple feet away from the van. "Did you get the sandwiches?"

Olivia nodded tensely. "Ham and cheese, just like Jackson likes."

"Okay, what about my—"

"I brought you the turkey club, yeah," Olivia confirmed, patting the paper bag she had packed at her house before he picked her up.

"Thanks."

Stiles turned off the Jeep and slipped out of his seat. Olivia followed his lead, quietly following him over to the large police van. He unlocked the van and gave Jackson a cautious look before climbing into the back with him.

"Okay, we brought you some—"

Jackson lunged for him, only stopping because of the chains that held him down. "Let me out now!"

"Jackson!" Olivia called as she climbed in the seat beside Stiles. "Calm down."

"Liv, what the fuck?" Jackson looked at her in shock. "Are you helping him?"

"Of course not," Olivia shook her head. "I'm not stupid enough to kidnap you."

"Thanks," Stiles said flatly, glaring at her.

Olivia rolled her eyes at him and turned back to Jackson. "Look, I just want to talk to you."

"We can talk when you let me out!" Jackson insisted angrily.

"You know, I put those pants on you, all right, buddy?" Stiles spoke up, irritated. "One leg at a time. Being all up and personal with your junk wasn't exactly a highlight of my day, so don't think this is fun for me, either. You know we're actually doing you a favor?"

Jackson narrowed incredulously his eyes at the older teenager. "This is doing me a favor?"

"Yes," Stiles nodded. "You're killing people—to death."

Olivia sighed in exasperation, knowing that Stiles wasn't helping Jackson's anger. All he was really doing was riling him up.

"Yeah," Stiles continued. "and until we can figure out how to stop you, you're gonna stay in here."

"Stiles," Olivia shook her head. "Please, just shut up."

Stiles made an indignant noise but she just ignored him, turning to face Jackson.

"Look, Jax, I'm sorry about this," she sincerely apologized. "but you are killing people."

Jackson gave her a look of disbelief and scoffed heavily.

"Now, do you want the sandwich we brought you or what?" Stiles took the paper bag from Olivia. "It's ham and cheese."

"You actually think my parents won't be looking for me?"

Olivia looked at Stiles, thinking that Jackson had a good point. David and Kathy Whittemore may not be around much, but they still loved Jackson deeply. And Kathy was a little bit paranoid when he didn't check in with them while he was at school or hanging out with friends.

Stiles smiled in satisfaction and threw Jackson his sandwich before pulling his phone out of his pocket. "Not if they don't think anything is wrong," he showed Jackson the messages he had sent Kathy Whittemore. "Yeah..."

"Jackson," Olivia tried to take hold of the conversation. "You remember how you asked Stiles and Scott about the kanima?"

"Yeah."

"Well, guess what, buddy? You're that kanima." Stiles didn't get the gist that Olivia wanted to break the news to Jackson delicately.

Jackson raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "I'm the kanima."

"I know it sounds like we're lying but we're not," Olivia leaned forward to get his attention. "Jax, I wouldn't lie to you about this, okay?"

"So, what, I'm a weird monster or something?" Jackson scoffed. "Come on, Liv, you can't believe this."

"Jackson, I saw you," Olivia tried to get him to believe her. "You have scales and everything."

"Scales?" he raised an eyebrow. "Like a fish?"

"No, it's more like a reptile," Stiles jumped in. "and you have claws that have this liquid that paralyzes people...oh, and you have a tail."

"I have a tail?" Jackson asked flatly.

"Yeah, you have a tail."

Jackson hummed, humoring Stiles. "Does it do anything?"

Olivia sighed. "Not that we know of."

"Can I use it to strangle this idiot?" Jackson nodded toward Stiles.

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

"I went home."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, you dumbass," Jackson glared at him. "What the hell else would I do?"

"You attacked me, Stiles, and Derek at the school," Olivia informed him. "and you trapped us in the pool."

"You also killed a mechanic," Stiles added. "Right in front of me, by the way. That was lovely."

"You killed one of Argent's hunters," Olivia continued. "and last night, you tried to kill Danny."

"Why would I want to kill my best friend?" Jackson glanced between Olivia and Stiles.

"Well, that's what Scott's out trying to figure out," Stiles pressed his lips together.

"Well, 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 raised his voice.

Olivia pursed her lips and turned to Stiles for his reaction. Thankfully, he was pretty calm about Jackson's outburst.

"All right, well, tell me this," Stiles said seriously. "One the night of the first full moon, what happened?"

Jackson deflated at the question. "Nothing," his voice was melancholy. "Nothing happened."

-

Hours had passed but the three of them kept talking in circles. Olivia was trying her best to get Jackson to believe her about the fact that he was the kanima but every time she made a little progress with him, Stiles would make a sarcastic comment that put him on edge.

It frustrated the hell out of her that Stiles wouldn't leave her to talk to Jackson alone. He didn't want her in danger but he didn't realize that Jackson wasn't going to give in while he was around antagonizing him.

Finally, Olivia and Stiles gave Jackson some space to cool off. Stiles took the time to message David and Kathy with Jackson's phone while Olivia read through her emails about the college courses she had signed up to take over the summer.

It was only twenty minutes after three in the afternoon that Allison approached them. She scared the hell out of Stiles but she was too frantic to care about his surprise.

"They know," she told him urgently.

"What?" Olivia furrowed her eyebrows, confused.

"They know Jackson's missing," Allison elaborated.

"No, they can't," Stiles shook his head in denial. "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," Allison corrected him. "They know."

Stiles looked down at the phone in his hands and grimaced. He dashed toward the front of the van and turned on the radio connected to the dashboard.

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

Olivia sighed in annoyance and hoped that if anyone got in trouble, it wouldn't be her.

Stiles frantically dug his hand into his pocket, pulling out his keys and handing them to Olivia. "Drive the Jeep. Both of you follow me."

"Where are we going?" Allison asked him as he climbed into the driver's seat.

"Somewhere very far from this," Stiles threw Jackson's phone out the window. "Come on, let's go."

Olivia ran away from the van to Stiles' Jeep, trying not to worry about the fact that she had no driver's license. She hadn't even finished driver's education but she knew enough to drive a car. She hopped into the Jeep and followed the van and Allison's Mazda out of the preserve.

-

"If Jackson doesn't remember being the kanima, he's definitely not gonna remember stealing Danny's tablet," Scott sighed as he led Stiles, Olivia, and Allison out toward the cliff they had stashed the police van at.

Scott had gone to the hospital to ask Danny if Jackson was angry with him and it turned out that Danny was actually doing him a favor. He was trying to fix a video that Jackson needed help with and it was on his tablet. By the time Scott had gotten to Danny's car at the club, the hatch had been broken into and the tablet gone.

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

"How could he have taken it anyway?" Olivia added. "He's been in the van since last night."

"Maybe someone else took it," Allison suggested.

"Then somebody else knows what he is," Scott declared. "which means someone's protecting him."

"Like the bestiary said, the kanima seeks a friend," Allison added.

"Okay, hold on," Stiles shook his head, trying to process everything. "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?"

"Somebody who wanted to protect him?" Olivia shrugged.

"There's something else," Scott spoke up, turning 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?"

Stiles shook his head. "No, it can't be," he denied. "It tried to kill all of us, remember? I don't know about you three but I haven't murdered anybody lately."

Olivia bit the inside of her cheek. The kanima may have killed someone in front of Stiles but it hadn't done anything to him. And it didn't do anything to Scott and Allison at Isaac's house on the full moon, either. At the pool, it did paralyze Derek but it didn't seem in a rush to kill her, Derek, and Stiles. It was just circling the pool, making sure they couldn't get out.

"What if it wasn't trying to kill us," Olivia shared her theory, making all of them turn toward her.

Allison thoughtfully raised her eyebrows while Scott slowly nodded.

"That's true," he agreed and asked Allison, "Remember when we were at Isaac's the first time, it just went right by us, didn't it?"

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

"And it didn't kill you at the mechanic's garage," Scott pointed at Stiles.

"Well, yeah, but it tried to kill me, Livvy, and Derek at the pool," Stiles disagreed.

"But it didn't," Olivia reminded him.

"It would have," Stiles argued weakly. "It was waiting for us to come out."

"What if it was trying to keep us in?" Olivia countered.

Stiles' face scrunched up in disgust. "Why do I feel so violated all of a sudden?"

"Because there's something else going on," Scott stated. "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 whispered; when Olivia, Scott, and Stiles looked to her in question, she shrugged. "Just something my grandfather said."

"All right," Stiles clapped as though he had an idea. "I got it. We kill Jackson. Problem solved."

Olivia and Scott instantly disagreed.

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

"Yeah but what did we just find out?" Stiles prompted. "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 matter," Olivia shook her head, narrowing her eyes at him. "Just because he got the bite doesn't mean he's not worth saving."

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

"He doesn't know what he's doing," Scott defended Jackson.

"So what?"

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

"That's his own fault."

"He has me," Olivia declared, looking from Stiles to Scott and Allison. "So, if we can save him, we need to try."

Scott made a face of agreement and Stiles fell silent, giving in. What Scott said, goes. Olivia was just glad that he was on her side.

Two hours later, after Olivia and Stiles went and had an awkward dinner at the nearest diner, they arrived back at the cliff. There wasn't much saving that was going to happen, though, because the back of the police van was wide open.

Jackson was no where in sight.

Olivia cursed under her breath and exchanged an anxious look with Stiles. They informed a very naked Scott and Allison what had happened and after they got dressed, they started discussing what they needed to do.

"I have to tell my father," Allison decided as Scott slowly walked away from the van. "Scott, he's going to kill someone."

Scott turned back to them and nodded. "Okay, tell him. Tell him everything."

"Scott, I gotta tell mine too," Stiles spoke up reluctantly.

Olivia pursed her lips worriedly. If Allison was going to tell her dad about Jackson, he was dead. There was no way Mr. Argent was going to let him live while he had no control over himself and was killing random people. She didn't want Jackson to die.

"This is all my fault," Scott muttered under his breath.

"It's not," Allison disagreed. "but we have to tell them. We're just a bunch of teenagers. We can't handle this."

Scott nodded. "You're right."

"Stiles," Olivia spoke up, making him turn to her. "How are you gonna make your dad believe everything?"

Stiles' face fell and he subconsciously shuffled closer to her. "I don't know."

Scott flashed his golden eyes. "He'll believe me."

Olivia nodded and swallowed harshly. "Okay," she sighed. "We should get going, then. Who knows where Jackson could be."

The others nodded in agreement; Allison and Olivia made their way to the former's car while Scott and Stiles headed for the Jeep. Spilling the beans on Jackson didn't feel right but what else were they supposed to do?

-

Olivia turned on the light in her bedroom and gasped when she saw that Lydia was sitting on her bed. She was dressed in her pajamas with Sirius laying beside her, his tail wagging when he spotted Olivia.

"Lyd," she sighed. "You scared me. You okay?"

"I've been waiting for you for an hour," Lydia informed her. "What have you been doing?"

"I've been with Stiles, trying to convince Jackson that he's a kanima," Olivia admitted, knowing that lying to Lydia wasn't an option from now on. Even if she didn't want to be included, she needed to know what was going on so she wasn't caught off guard. "Why were you waiting for me?"

"Remember how you told me about the Argent's bestiary?" Lydia recalled, sitting up against Olivia's headboard.

"Yeah, it's in archaic Latin."

"Well, I know archaic Latin," Lydia informed her. "So, if you need me to translate it for you, I will."

Olivia gave her an appraising look. "Since when did you know archaic Latin?" she asked. "And I thought you didn't want to be involved."

"I got bored with classical Latin," Lydia admitted. "and I don't want to do nothing when Jackson's in danger. So, if you need me to translate some supernatural dictionary, I will."

"It's five pages," Olivia warned her.

"Just show me them," Lydia held her hand out expectantly.

Olivia grabbed her backpack from the floor by her bookshelf and pulled out the pages that Allison had copied for her. She had attempted to translate the pages herself but she was getting nowhere.

Once Lydia got the pages in her hands, it was simply a waiting game. Thankfully, Lydia was a genius so it only took about an hour for her to translate everything. What she did translate, however, shocked Olivia to her core.

"Wait, are you sure that's right?" Olivia pointed to the end of one of the sentences. "Miss Morrell told Allison that the word meant friend. That the kanima seeks a friend."

Lydia shook her head. "She was wrong," she declared. "It means master."

"The kanima seeks a master," Olivia breathed. "So, someone's not protecting him."

"No," Lydia shook her head, her eyes growing with horror. "someone's controlling him."