[2x07; Restraint]

"So, if Jackson doesn't know what he's doing then he probably doesn't know that someone is controlling him," Olivia said into her phone, finishing her explanation to Stiles and Scott, where had called her from the police station.

Apparently Jackson had beat them to Stiles' dad and they were in a lot of trouble with the sheriff and Mr. Whittemore.

"Or he doesn't remember," Scott added with a sigh.

"What if it's the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the hospital?" Stiles suggested.

"A fugue state," Olivia supplied, remembering the bullshit diagnosis that the doctors gave her cousin.

"He'd have to forget everything, the murder," Scott started to list. "getting rid of the blood."

"Yeah but he had help with one thing, though," Stiles reminded them. "The video. And someone else helped him forget that."

"Whoever's controlling him," Olivia guessed.

"Did Jackson believe you guys when you tried to explain what was going on?"

"Nope," Stiles sighed. "He thinks he's still becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing."

"He's being an idiot," Olivia huffed. "Should we try again?"

"If it helps us find out who's controlling him, then yeah," Scott confirmed.

"I doubt he's gonna wanna talk to me any time soon."

"We'll try then," Stiles assured Olivia. "He'll talk to us, right?"

"No, probably not," Olivia shook her head, though Scott and Stiles couldn't see her. "Okay, let me know what happens."

"We will. See ya."

Olivia ended the call and threw her phone on her bed. There was no doubt in her mind that Jackson wouldn't speak to Stiles and Scott. If she knew him like she thought she did, the boys were going to be in big trouble.

-

It turned out that Olivia was right. Stiles and Scott weren't going to be able to speak to Jackson. Not if the restraining order that his dad presented them had any say in it. It was ridiculous that Jackson and his father were doing this to them; they were just trying to help Jackson.

It wasn't their fault he was a murderous lizard with a bad memory.

"You will not go within fifty feet of Jackson Whittemore," Noah read the last paragraph of the restraining order that Mr. Whittemore filed. "You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically."

"What about school?" Stiles asked innocently, glancing at Melissa and Mr. Whittemore as Noah dropped the clipboard on the table they were sitting at.

"You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a fifty-foot distance," Noah answered sternly.

"Okay, but what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time and there's only two stalls available and they're only right next to each other?" Stiles gestured, acting out the situation with his fingers. Noah glowered at him. "I'll just hold it."

After Stiles and Scott had signed the restraining order, agreeing to keep away from Jackson, Noah practically dragged Stiles out of the room.

"Do I need to remind you how lucky we are that they're not pressing charges?" his dad said sternly as he pulled him to one side of the hallway, allowing Melissa and Scott to walk past them.

"Oh, come on, it was just a joke," Stiles groaned.

"It was a joke?"

"Yes, I didn't think it would be taken this seriously," Stiles spoke quickly, lying through his teeth. "Dad, humor is very subjective, okay? I mean, we're talking, like, multiple levels of interpretation here."

"Uh-huh," Noah deadpanned; Stiles nodded. "Okay, well, how exactly am I supposed to interpret the stolen prison transport van, huh?"

Stiles scoffed in offense. "We filled the tank!"

Noah angrily pressed his lips together and Stiles fell silent, seeing the vein throbbing at his temple. That was the clearest sign that his dad was about to lose his temper. Stiles knew all about it because it was his dad that he got his temper from.

"Get out of here," Noah said slowly and quietly.

"Yes, sir," Stiles said quickly. "Bye, love you."

He didn't wait for a response as he left his dad, walking down the hallway in the direction that Scott and Melissa went. When he found the McCalls, Scott was in the middle of a lecture from his mom, who was shaking she was so angry.

"You are grounded!" was the first actual thing he could interpret.

Scott winced at her. "What about work?"

"Fine," Melissa sighed. "other than work. And no TV."

"My TV's broken."

"Then no computer."

"I need the computer for school."

"Then no, uh—" she looked around and spotted Stiles behind her, clearly eavesdropping. "No Stiles."

"What?" Stiles objected. "No Stiles?"

"No Stiles!" Melissa exclaimed, turning back to Scott. "and no more car privileges. Give me your keys. Give them to me!"

Scott scrambled to pull his keychain out of his jeans, handing them over to Melissa. She picked up the car key and struggled to take the key off the ring, having trouble like any other person on the planet when it came to those monstrosities.

"Oh, for the love of God."

"Mom, you want me to—"

"No," Melissa pulled away as Scott reached for the keys, still struggling.

"Mom," Scott sighed. "come on, let me just—" he grabbed her hands, stilling them. "Mom."

Melissa sniffed and looked up at him. "What is going on with you?" she asked him quietly. "Is this about Allison?"

Stiles perked up at the question and wildly shook his head at Scott, drawing his attention.

"Do you really wanna know?" Scott asked her; Melissa nodded.

"Yeah," she confirmed and Stiles shook his head again. Scott hesitated and Melissa took that as a no. "Is this about your father?"

Stiles nodded jerkily, silently telling Scott to agree.

"It is, isn't it?" Melissa went on when Scott didn't answer. "Okay, you know what? We'll, um, we'll talk about this at home. I'm gonna go get the car."

Stiles walked up to Scott's side as Melissa left the station, giving him a sympathetic look.

"I'm the worst son ever," Scott sighed heavily.

Stiles pressed his lips together and looked back at the interrogation room they had all gathered in. He could see through the window that Mr. Whittemore was berating his dad, scolding him for Stiles' sarcastic comments.

"Well, I'm not exactly winning any prizes either," Stiles said sadly.

-

Olivia walked into the library, trying not to draw attention to herself. She was fully aware of the cameras that followed her every move; the Argents had taken over the school, which left her paranoid that they would come to kill her any second. For now, she just had to act like everything was okay and stay away from Allison.

Which wasn't going to be easy since she had to meet up with her, Stiles, and Scott to inform them about everything Lydia translated about the kanima.

Olivia turned down the classical fiction aisle where Scott had told her Allison would be hiding. She saw Allison's head peek out around the endcap and subtly nodded at her before stopping in the middle of the aisle to look through the bookshelf where Scott and Stiles were on the other side.

She pulled out the iPad she had brought to school. Everything that she and Lydia translated was on it. She handed it through the bookshelf to Scott, who started scrolling through the notes.

"It's everything Lydia translated," she whispered, acting casual. "She was pretty confused."

"What did you tell her?" Scott wondered.

"That we were part of some ridiculous online gaming community that battles mythical creatures," she told him the lie she and Lydia made up so they wouldn't know that Lydia knew everything.

Scott snickered.

"I am a part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures," Stiles blinked at her, not understanding what was so funny about it.

"Of course you are," Olivia rolled her eyes fondly.

Stiles gave her an annoyed look.

"Okay, does it say how to find out who's controlling him?" Allison whispered to them.

Olivia shook her head. "Not really but Stiles was right about the murderers."

"Yes!" Stiles hissed excitedly.

"It calls the kanima a weapon of vengeance," Olivia continued like he hadn't spoken. "There's a story in there about this South American priest who uses the kanima to execute murderers in his village—"

"All right, see?" Stiles perked up, thinking that maybe the kanima wasn't as bad as they thought. "So maybe it's not all that bad."

"Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to," Olivia finished.

"Okay, all bad," Stiles nodded in realization. "All very, very bad."

"The thing that stood out to me was that the kanima is actually supposed to be a werewolf," Olivia told them. "But it can't be—"

"Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it," Scott finished, reading the text on the tablet; Olivia nodded.

"Okay, if that means that Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could have told you that myself," Stiles commented.

"What if it has something to do with his parents?" Allison spoke up. "His real parents."

"Yeah, does anybody actually know what happened to them?" Scott wondered.

"I don't," Olivia shook her head. "He was pretty tight-lipped about it. He told Lydia, though."

"Maybe you can get her to tell you," Stiles suggested to her.

Olivia nodded. "I'll ask her."

"And if she doesn't know?" Scott asked, paranoid that Lydia wouldn't be able to give them any information.

"Well, he doesn't have a restraining order against me," Allison answered. "I'll talk to him myself."

"Okay, what do I do?" Scott looked down the aisle where Allison was hiding and then back at Olivia and Stiles.

"You have a make-up exam, remember?" Allison reminded him. "Promise me."

Scott hesitated. "If he does anything, you run the other way," he requested.

"I can take care of myself."

"Allison, if you get hurt while I'm busy with some stupid test, someone's going to need to take care of me," Scott scoffed. "If he does anything—"

"Like?"

"Anything weird or bizarre—" Scott shrugged. "Anything."

"Anything evil," Stiles interjected loudly.

Olivia rolled her eyes and reached through the bookshelf, tapping him on the forehead. He winced away from her, rubbing the spot as if she hurt him. She took the iPad from Scott and casually walked down the aisle toward Allison, handing her the tablet so the cameras wouldn't see.

"All right," she sighed. "We have work to do."

-

Despite the fact that Olivia practically begged her to spill the beans about Jackson's biological parents, Lydia was not budging. Quite honestly, Olivia was shocked that Lydia was refusing her. She had really thought that Lydia would tell her about what happened to them—she had even refused to take Stiles along with her and she actually wanted to spend sometime with his spastic self.

"I'm not supposed to tell anyone," Lydia repeated herself as they walked down the hallway.

"Come on, Lydia," Olivia sighed. "You know why I need to know. This is really important."

"And I want to help but I swore to Jackson that I wouldn't tell anyone," Lydia insisted. "I'm sorry but I can't tell you, Liv."

"Okay, then give me a hint," Olivia begged. "Were they mugged? Double suicide? Homicide and suicide? Double homicide?"

"You need to stop spending so much time with Stiles," Lydia rolled her eyes. "I've got to get to class. Sorry, Liv."

"Lydia, wait!" Olivia called as Lydia walked off toward her history class. "Would you please just tell me? Lydia!"

But Lydia only ignored her, disappearing through the crowded hallway.

Olivia was abruptly grabbed by the arm and pulled to the side of the hallway that happened to be empty. She groaned when she saw Erica, who she hadn't spoken to in a couple of days. She hadn't even talked to Derek, though she did exchange a few text messages with Isaac, telling him that she needed some time until she came back to the pack.

"Hey, Erica," she greeted the blonde with a sigh.

"Liv," Erica smiled sweetly. "Why are you asking Lydia about Jackson's bio-parents?"

"No reason, really," Olivia shrugged, keeping her face clear of emotion. She was a great liar but Erica could hear her heartbeat so she would know anyway.

"Mmhm, sure," Erica hummed. "Now, how about you tell me the truth?"

"How about you get your hands off of her?" Stiles suggested, his voice hard. He had popped out of nowhere but Olivia was still glad to see him. He looked kind of hot when he was being all forceful.

Erica pursed her lips and let go of Olivia's arm. Stiles quickly grabbed Olivia's hand and started to pull her away from the werewolf, leading her down the hallway.

"If you're wondering about Jackson's real parents, they're about half a mile from here," Erica called after them, catching their attention. "In Beacon Hills Cemetery."

Olivia pressed her lips together and turned back to Erica. "How do you know that?"

Erica simply smirked at her and walked away. Olivia and Stiles exchanged an annoyed look and started following her, shoving past a few of their classmates who were standing in their way.

"Erica, do you know how they died?" Olivia asked as they caught up with her.

"Maybe," Erica shrugged. "If you tell me why you're so interested."

"Uh—"

"It's him, isn't it?" Erica studied Stiles' hesitant face.

"What?" Stiles asked awkwardly. "Who? Him, who?"

"The test didn't work but it's still him," she hummed thoughtfully. "It's Jackson."

"Yeah, it is," Olivia confirmed, ignoring Stiles' wide-eyed look. "but Derek knew that anyway."

Erica hummed.

"There's a lot more to this that you don't know about," Stiles told Erica. "And just because you got the alpha-bite-makeover doesn't give you a license to go around destroying people."

Olivia paused halfway down the hallway, rubbing her temple as her mind practically buzzed. She turned down the hallway that led to the locker room, following the voices that whispered names to her.

Allison. Scott. Jackson. Allison. Scott. Jackson.

"Why not?" Erica whipped around to face him. "That's all anybody ever used to do to me. I used to have the worst crush in the world on you. Yeah, you, Stiles, and you never once even noticed me."

Stiles had heard what Erica was saying and he was really flattered but he had to admit he wasn't paying much attention. His focus was on Olivia and her purple eyes as she walked down the hallway on autopilot. He wasn't even sure if she knew where she was going.

Erica sighed, seeing that Stiles was looking at Olivia. "Exactly how you're not noticing me right now."

As if the universe wanted Erica to know that Stiles and Olivia were distracted by something more important, the boys' locker room door flew open. Scott was thrown through the open doorway with Jackson right behind him.

Olivia, Erica, and Stiles lunged forward, trying to separate the two of them. Stiles and Olivia grabbed Scott, holding him back from Jackson, who was being wrangled by Erica. Allison stepped out of the locker room, looking at the two boys in horror.

"Scott, stop!" Stiles urged Scott, who was still fighting him. "Stop!"

"Guys!" Olivia shouted, grabbing onto Scott's hand, her eyes flashing purple.

In an instant, Scott stopped fighting, breathing heavily as he calmed down. Jackson was still struggling to get out of Erica's hold, not affected by Olivia's voice like Scott was.

"What the hell is going on?" a new voice boomed through the hallway.

Olivia and the others turned to see that Mr. Harris, along with a couple of their classmates, had come to see what the commotion was about.

"Enough!" Mr. Harris yelled. "What do you idiots think you're doing. Jackson, calm down!"

Jackson gritted his teeth and pushed away from Erica, though he did stop trying to lunge at Scott. Mr. Harris looked around at Olivia, Jackson, Erica, Stiles, Allison, and Scott, wondering what was going on.

"Mr. McCall, you wanna explain yourself?" he turned to Scott and Stiles as Olivia stepped away from him, her eyes back to their normal cobalt blue. "Stilinski?"

Matt Daehler, a guy that had always given Olivia the creeps, stepped forward, holding the iPad she had let Allison borrow. "You dropped this."

Mr. Harris ripped it away from him. "You and you," he pointed at Jackson and Scott before waving his hand at Olivia, Stiles, Erica, Allison, and Matt. "Actually, all of you—detention, three o'clock."

Olivia sighed in defeat as Mr. Harris handed her the iPad. There went her perfect record for having no detentions.

-

For the second time that day, Olivia walked into the library. This time, she was in a single file line with her peers, ready to begin her first detention since the day was over. She was annoyed that she was even there, especially since Lydia had teased her about it for a full five minutes at lunch.

She quickly took a seat at the nearest table. Scott, Stiles, and Erica joined her, sitting down in the rest of the empty seats.

"Oh, uh, we can't be in detention together," Jackson spoke up smugly. "I have a restraining order against these tools."

Mr. Harris gave him an annoyed look. "All of these tools?"

"No, just us tools," Stiles gestured to himself and Scott.

"Fine," Mr. Harris sighed and pointed to the empty table across from Olivia's. "You two, over there."

Olivia smiled slightly and shrugged when Stiles gave her a pleading look; there wasn't anything she could do about their seating arrangements. Stiles pouted and stood up, following Scott over to the next table.

"I'm gonna kill him," Scott declared quietly as they sat down.

"No, you're not," Stiles sighed. "You're going to find out who's controlling him and then you're gonna help save him."

When did I become the voice of reason? He asked himself.

"No, you were right," Scott shook his head, sending Jackson a nasty glare. "Let's kill him."

Stiles palmed his forehead, hoping that Scott would calm down soon. Normally he was the one with the temper and other than when Scott was out of control, he didn't have much of one. In fact, usually Scott was the calmest guy he knew.

Scott fell silent and continued to glare at Jackson. Stiles was pretty sure that he hadn't blinked once, which couldn't be good for the health of his eyes. Didn't people need to blink so their eyes could be hydrated?

Stiles' eyes flitted across the room, taking in what an empty library looked like. He didn't come here much, especially since he did most of his research at home with his MacBook. He glanced at Olivia, who was working on her calculus homework and then over at Allison and Jackson's table where Matt was eating some chips.

Stiles narrowed his eyes at him; he was so fucking annoying. His eyes annoyed Stiles. His hair annoyed Stiles. The way he would always take pictures annoyed Stiles. Everything about Matt Daehler annoyed him. There was just something so sketchy about him.

"Hey," Stiles whispered to Scott. "What if it's Matt? I mean, this whole thing comes back to the video, right?"

"Danny said that Matt was the one who found the two hours of footage missing," Scott told him.

"Exactly!" Stiles exclaimed quietly as he and Scott looked back over at Matt. "He was trying to throw suspicion off himself."

Scott looked back at him, skeptical. "So he makes Jackson kill Isaac's dad, one of Argent's hunters, and the mechanic working on your Jeep?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"Because he's evil," Stiles said obviously.

"You just don't like him," Scott accused.

"The guy bugs me," Stiles admitted, leaning back in his chair. "I don't know what it is. Just look at his face."

They both looked back at Matt, who was now offering Jackson some of his chips.

Scott pressed his lips together and gave Stiles a pointed look. "Any other theories?"

Stiles sighed heavily and rolled his eyes at him. He still thought that he was right. If it happened to be true, he was gonna tell Scott I-told-you-so. Yes, he was that petty.

"You okay?" Matt asked, catching the attention of everyone.

Stiles and Scott looked over just in time to see Jackson get out of his seat, holding his head like he had a massive headache.

"I have to go to the bathroom," Jackson mumbled.

Mr. Harris stood up, concerned. "Are you all right?" he walked over to Jackson. "Hey, you don't look so good."

"I just have to get some water," Jackson gasped as he walked out of the room, everyone's eyes following him.

Mr. Harris looked back at the others. "No one leaves their seats," he warned them before leaving the library to go after Jackson.

Of course, that was exactly what Stiles and Scott did as the door shut behind the chemistry teacher. They stumbled over to Olivia and Erica's table, taking the seats across from them.

"Stiles told me you know how Jackson's parents died," Scott confronted Erica.

"Maybe," Erica confirmed coyly.

Scott's eyes hardened. "Talk."

Erica closed the journal she had been writing in. "It was a car accident," she explained. "My dad was the insurance investigator and every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting when he's eighteen."

"So, not only is Jackson rich now but he's getting even richer at eighteen?" Stiles commented dryly.

Erica nodded. "Yep."

"There's something so deeply wrong with that," he grumped, making Olivia snort in amusement and send him a small smile.

His chest puffed up at that, glad that he got that reaction from her.

"You know what, I could try to find the insurance report on my dad's inbox," Erica offered, opening up her MacBook. "He keeps everything."

"Scott McCall, please report to the principal's office," the overhead speaker announced, sounding scarily like Mrs. Argent.

Olivia gave Scott a sympathetic look and Stiles winced as he stood up and sheepishly left the library. Luckily, it didn't take long for Erica to find the report. She quickly pulled it up and showed it to Olivia and Stiles, allowing them to read through it.

"Woah, look at the dates," Stiles pointed to the screen.

"Passengers arrived at the hospital D.O.A," Erica read. "The estimated time of death—9:26 P.M, June 14, 1994."

Olivia's eyes widened in horror. "Jackson's birthday is June fifteenth," she informed Stiles and Erica. "Which means that he was born while his birth mother was dead."

Olivia could understand how that would fuck up any person. Now she knew why Jackson was so upset about his adoption. That was a horrible way for someone to be born—or to die, honestly—and it couldn't be easy when he found out at the age of six.

Jackson and Mr. Harris arrived back in the library, Jackson sitting down in his seat without a word. Mr. Harris gathered his bag and walked over to the door, stopping when everyone looked at him expectantly.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry," he chuckled mockingly. "Uh, yes, I'm leaving, but none of you are. You may go when you're done with the re-shelving. Enjoy the rest of your evening."

He pointed to the two large carts beside him, full of books that looked to be out of order. He smirked at them before leaving the library; they could hear his laughter as he walked away.

"What a dick," Stiles grumbled, standing up.

"Tell me about it," Olivia sighed, closing her calculus notebook and following him over to one of the carts.

Allison joined them and the three of them pushed the cart over to one of the aisles to start sorting. Erica took her own pile of books and started putting them away, while Jackson and Matt worked on the other carts.

As Scott came back from the office, having received a lecture from Mrs. Argent, Olivia and Stiles quickly informed them what they found out about Jackson and his parents' deaths.

"Wait, so what does that mean?" Allison asked quietly after Stiles finished.

"It means that he was born after his birth mom died," Olivia whispered. "by C-section. They had to pull him out of her dead body."

"So, was it an accident or not?" Allison wondered.

"The report said that it was inconclusive," Stiles told them.

"Then his parents could have been murdered?" Scott asked.

"If they were, then it falls in line with the kanima myth," Olivia nodded. "It seeks out and kills murderers."

"But for Jackson or the person controlling him?" Allison brought up a good point.

Scott shook his head. "We have to talk to him," he declared. "We have to tell him."

As he left the aisle to talk to Jackson, Allison called after him, "He's not gonna listen—"

Olivia winced heavily as a jolt of pain zapped through her body. She bent at the waist, holding her head in her hands as the whispers she usually got were growing louder. She squeezed her hands against her ears, hoping to drown them out but it did nothing.

SCOTT. ALLISON. ERICA. JACKSON. STILES. SCOTT. ALLISON. ERICA. JACKSON. STILES. OLIVIA. OLIVIA. OLIVIA.

"Livvy, what's wrong?" Stiles grabbed her so she wouldn't collapse from the pain. "Livvy...?"

"GET DOWN!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the library.

At that moment, the kanima jumped up into the ceiling tiles, breaking the glass sheet that encased the lights and making them spark. While the kanima continued bounding around the room, destroying books and knocking over bookshelves, Stiles grabbed Allison and Olivia and covered them as they fell to the floor.

"Erica!" Scott shouted in warning.

Erica growled at the kanima but it didn't scare him; he slashed at the back of her neck, sending her to the ground.

Olivia winced and groaned loudly, the back of her neck tingling.

ERICA. ERICA. ERICA.

Scott hopped back into the aisle where Stiles, Olivia, and Allison were, jumping in front of them so he could protect them if necessary. Olivia still had her head on the floor, whimpering as she covered her ears but Stiles, Scott, and Allison watched as Jackson—half turned into the kanima—walked toward the rollaway chalk board and wrote a message with his claws.

Get out of the way or I'll kill all of you.

Jackson turned back to the full kanima and jumped out of one of the windows at the top of the way, raining glass down onto the bookshelves and floor.

"Livvy, it's okay, he's gone," Stiles whispered, trying to coax Olivia off the floor.

It wasn't over, though. Not for Olivia and not for Erica. She could still hear her name in her head. Something had to be wrong with her.

Olivia shook her head and pulled her hands away from her ears, shocked to see that they had been bleeding. She ignored that for now and scrambled to her feet, running over to the next aisle.

She was right, something was wrong with Erica. She was seizing on the ground, her healing not kicking in. Stiles pushed past Olivia and joined Erica, holding her on her side so she wouldn't get more hurt.

"Hey, hey!" Stiles called over to Scott and Allison. "I think she's having a seizure."

Scott went to kneel on the other side of Erica and Allison went to the next aisle over, checking to see if Matt was okay.

"He's alive," Allison sighed in relief.

"Hey, we need to get her to a hospital," Stiles suggested.

"No," Olivia spoke up; she knew that a hospital wouldn't be able to help Erica. "We need to take her to Derek."

"When we get her to the hospital—"

"No, to Derek," Erica choked out, in agreement with Olivia.

"Let's go," Olivia urged.

Scott didn't seem to care about the urgency in her voice. He ran over to Allison to tell her that he was staying with her, completely ignoring the situation with Erica.

"Scott, come on!" Olivia called, frustrated, as she went to help Stiles get Erica off the floor.

"Scott!"

After Scott dramatically said goodbye to Allison, Scott joined them and picked Erica up in his arms. The three of them raced out of the library, hoping that they could get to Derek on time.

-

Derek quickly lead Olivia, Stiles, Scott, and Erica into the train car where he slept. He pointed to an empty spot on the floor and Scott laid her down, kneeling right next to her. Derek knelt on her other side, quickly inspecting her, while Stiles pulled Olivia into his side.

"Hold her up," Derek ordered Scott.

Scott pulled Erica onto his lap so Derek could have easier access to her.

"Is she dying?" Stiles asked, panicked.

"She might," Derek's voice was just as panicked, his eyes darting over Erica's body. "Which is why this is gonna hurt."

He firmly wrapped his hands around Erica's arm and jerked. The bones in her arms snapped loudly, causing her to scream at the top of her lungs. Olivia whimpered and buried her head into Stiles' chest, wishing that the whispers in her head would stop.

"You broke her arm?" Stiles asked incredulously.

"It'll trigger the healing," Derek wasn't pleased that he was questioning him. "I still gotta get the venom out. This is where it's really gonna hurt."

He squeezed Erica's broken arm, allowing some of her blood to drip onto the floor. Erica screamed again, louder this time. It felt like Olivia's ears were going to burst.

Finally, Erica's pain subsided and with it, the whispers in Olivia's head. She pulled away from Stiles' chest and sighed in relief as Erica flopped back into Scott, completely exhausted.

"Thank you," Erica breathed before promptly passing out.

Derek gently grabbed her from Scott and laid her on his bed. He made sure she was comfortable before leaving the car, gesturing for Olivia, Stiles, and Scott to follow him out.

"You know who it is," Scott confronted him before he could speak a word.

Derek sat on the large trunk on the other side of the room. "Jackson."

"You just wanted Erica to confirm it, didn't you?" Olivia whispered hoarsely.

Derek nodded and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I'm gonna help you stop him," Scott decided, furrowing his eyebrows at Derek. "As part of your pack. If you want me in, fine, but we'll do it on one condition."

Derek raised his eyebrows in question.

"We're gonna catch him, not kill him."

"And?"

"And we do it my way," Scott declared.

It was silent for a few seconds before Derek agreed, "Fine," he said grudgingly. "Now leave, I want to talk to Olivia."

"What for?" Stiles asked suspiciously.

Derek glared at him. "None of your business."

Stiles narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth, probably about to spout some sarcastic comment or nasty insult but Olivia nudged him. She gave him a meaningful look when he glanced at her and then nodded to the door.

"It's fine," she whispered. "He'll drive me home."

"I'm not happy about this," Stiles stated loudly as Scott grabbed the hood of his sweatshirt and started pulling him away from her. "This is not nice, Livvy. Okay, Scott, jeeze. Call me when you're done!"

The door shut behind them, silencing the station.

Olivia looked at Derek expectantly. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Two things," Derek sighed, his face softening from the glare he gave Stiles. "First, I wanted to apologize to you about trying to kill Lydia. I should have listened to you and believed you when you said it wasn't her."

Olivia nodded. "You should have."

"Well, I'm sorry," Derek apologized. "It was wrong to go after her and I'm glad that it wasn't her."

Olivia gave him a small smile. "You're forgiven. Just don't try to kill her again."

"I won't."

"What's the other thing that you wanted to talk about?"

"I was hoping you would tell me, Ollie," Derek gave her a concerned look. "What's going on with you?"

Olivia bowed her head, pressing her lips together. Truthfully, she had no idea. All she knew was that the feelings she had been getting were the worst she had ever had. And it scared the shit out of her.

"I don't know," she looked back up at him with fearful eyes. "but I'm scared, Derek. Really scared."

"I know," he pulled her into a hug; she buried her head into his chest, inhaling his comforting scent. "It's okay, Ollie. We'll figure it out."

She really hoped so.