Emma's P.O.V:

"Again," I sigh, spotting Jackson's expensive car parked in front of us. "Why are we following him?"

"The Argents know that, apart from the Alpha, there're two betas," Stiles explains, driving faster. "They know Derek is one of them and all they know about the second one is that he's younger, because they saw Scott the night Kate shot Derek with aconite. They saw Jackson's scratches and they think he turned by scratch."

"What the hell, is that even possible?" I ask Scott.

"If its deep enough, I think yes," he answers. "That's what Mr Argent said."

In fact, Mr Argent is right beside Jackson and they seem to be having a really awkward conversation. "Hey!" Scott loudly says.

"What's up?" Stiles says with joy.

"Everything okay, Jackson?" I give him an innocent smile.

"Hey, Scott," Mr Argent says. "Your friend here is having car trouble, we were just taking a look."

Unless it's a look at his neck, this is bullshit.

"There's a shop right down the street, I'm sure they have a tow truck," Scott suggests. Act natural, McCall.

"Yeah, you want a ride?" Stiles offers. Why does Scott think he has to protect everyone? None of us like Jackson anyway.

Scott opens the door, kind of demanding him to get in.

"Hey, come on, Jackson; you're way too pretty to be here on your own," I compliment him and he surprisingly accepts.

Just when he's about to get in with me in the back, Mr Argent makes his car work again before disappearing. He can go to hell as well, no one likes crazy hunters.

As soon as he's out of view, Jackson gets mad.

"What? Are you following me now?"

"Yes, you stupid freaking idiot!" Scott slams the door shut. Stiles opens his door for me and we both reach them. "You almost gave everything away right there!"

"What are you talking about?"

This is what I don't like about Jackson; he doesn't have any idea of what's going on but still feels like he's in control. If he only knew what he's getting into.

"He thinks you're the second beta!" Scott exclaims.

"What?" Jackson asks; this is what I'm talking about.

"He thinks you're me!" Scott says, hitting Stiles' jeep.

"Dude, my jeep!" Stiles complains. I hold back a laugh.

"I can hear your heart beating from a mile away, literally! Now he thinks that there's something wrong and now I have to keep an eye on you so he doesn't kill you too!" Now my question is; why does he have to do it?

He isn't even responsible for what happened to him. Why protecting others?

Scott is a good boy, he's always been. Werewolf or not, that'll never change.

He's just about to hit the jeep again when Stiles stop him.

"Whoa, okay, okay; what if we stay away from Stiles' jeep?"

"This is your problem, not mine, okay?" Jackson defends himself. "I didn't say anything, so that means you're the one who's going to get me killed. Okay, this is your fault!" Jackson pushes Scott against the jeep.

What did the jeep do to any of them?

Stiles complains once again but no one listens. I take a step back.

"Guys, stop!" Stiles separate them.

"If they come after you, I won't be able to protect you!" okay now, Scott is offering Jackson supernatural protection, but Jackson is too idiot to accept it. "I can't protect anyone," he adds, looking at me.

"Why are you looking at her?" Stiles asks, standing in front of me and silently looking for my hand.

Oh my God, am I going to die?

"You know, now you have to do it. Give me what I want and I'll be fine protecting myself." Jackson ignores our intense moment.

"No, you won't!" Scott insists, desperate. "Just trust me! All it does is to make things worse." And hell yes, they've got worse.

Jackson says something about a Porsche before leaving. What a jerk.

Stiles drops Scott at his house, right before driving towards our street. "Do you want to hang out or something?"

"I can't, sorry." I answer. "Dad will be home and...yeah."

Not convinced by my excuse, he pouts. "Don't be a baby, Stiles."

"It's okay," he says, still pouting.

"Don't give me that look then. I need to spend time with my dad as well." I defend myself.

"I said it's okay," he repeats, smiling. "I'll drop you home then. Probably sneak in through your window later."

"You won't." I roll my eyes.

"I know, too lazy to climb up your room." He laughs at his own joke.

"You're lame," I state before getting out. "Thanks for driving me."

"Just filling in with the deal." He shrugs, right before driving away.

I get inside to find my dad in the kitchen, a bunch of papers in front of him. He looks tired and confused. "Hey, dad," I greet him, sitting beside him. "What are you doing?"

"Work." He ignores my smile and jerks my hand away when I try to touch something.

"Okay...anything I can help you with?"

"I can't talk about this with you," he simply states.

Did I seriously ditch Stiles for this? "Okay...I will be in my room then." I slowly stand up, wishing he would stop me.

He doesn't.

After an hour of trying to do homework while jamming along my favourite band, I get a call from Stiles.

Took him long enough.

Stiles' P.O.V:

I got my dad drunk, well knowing it's bad for him. I'll end up in the lowest circle of hell.

He's asking all of these questions, the ones I have the answers to but I can't talk because he'd think I'm crazy.

On the bright side, he's given me a lot of information. I need to talk to Emma about it.

"You know, I miss talking to you," my dad says. I hate it when he's this way. All he talks about is mom and it isn't my favourite subject to discuss, mainly because I always end up crying.

"Dad, I have to make a phone call, sorry." I stand up, ready to run away from him as soon as possible.

"I do, I miss it," he continues.

I dial Emma's number and hit the call button.

"And I miss your mom. It's good that you've found Emma," he says. That's it; I feel the tears threatening to scape and my voice breaking as I ask, "what did you say?"

He's about to pour more whisky, but I stop him; we've had enough.

"Thanks."

"Hello?" I hear Emma answering my call.

"Emma," I whisper quietly.

"Are you okay?" she immediately asks.

"Can you...?"

"I'm leaving." I love having this kind of connection with her.

In fact, seven minutes later, Emma is crossing the kitchen, right into my arms. I hug her tight, no words spoken.

"Hey, Sheriff," she smiles at him, taking a seat. I quickly sit beside her. "It's funny how my dad was in the same working state."

"I bet he wasn't that wasted," dad laughs.

"I don't know." She shrugs.

"Weren't you with him?" I ask, this was the main reason of why she stopped at her house.

"He didn't allow me to." She looks at me, hurt evident in her blue eyes.

"Well, I shouldn't let Stiles be here either," dad says.

We talk a little bit more and I'm happy that Emma and dad get along.

Eventually, I get a call from Scott telling me his mom is on a date with Peter, also known as the Alpha.

He asks me to stop him and that's what I'm going to do.

"Dad, would you excuse us?"

"Yes, of course. Have fun, kids. I'm going to bed."

Once his out of view, Emma stands up.

"You got him drunk, are you crazy?"

"I know, I know. We can't talk right now, we need to move."

"What happened?" she gives up, running a hand through her hair.

"Melissa and the Alpha are on a date."

"Wait, wasn't he half burned? You seriously need to give me all the details." She rolls her eyes. "You go; I have something else to do."

"What? Emma, that's totally against the deal!" I protest. Why would she dump me now?

"Allison is at Scott's now. Lydia told me earlier," she explains. "I need to check on her, I don't want Scott messing up again," she has a point.

"Okay!" I give up. "I'll see you later then."

She turns around, ready to leave. "Emma." I stop her by the waist, bringing my lips to hers. "Thank you for coming."

She smiles, reaching for another kiss. "Let's go."