Harley walked down the stairs in time to see Derek push Erica off of him, the girl landing next to Isaac.

"That's the last time you do that." He ordered, wiping his mouth.

"Why, because I'm a beta?" She scoffed, Harley setting down her keys and purse, along with two fast food bags.

"No. It's because I have someone else in mind for you." He replied, turning to the other blonde. "You're late."

"Aren't you perceptive?" She teased, shooting him a wink. He crossed his arms and nodded towards the stuff she had set down.

"What's that?"

"Food." She have him a sarcastic smile, pulling her hair into a pony tail. "Because I'm pretty sure you don't have anything edible in this filthy depot, and our adorable little fugitive can't exactly go through a drive thru."

Derek just nodded, Isaac letting out a scoff.

"How come she gets special treatment?" He asked, crossing his arms. "If any of us had shown up late you'd have made us work ten times harder."

"Maybe because I wasn't a total failure at the rink the other night." She suggested, the beta rolling his eyes at her sarcastic tone.

"Fine." Derek shrugged, leaning against one of the support beams. "Then you two can spar."

Harley rolled her eyes as Isaac stood up, bouncing lightly on his toes. She gave him a bored glance and crossed her arms, not even bothering to warm up like him. He took a deep breath and swung at her, the girl blocking it easily. She twisted his arm around and pushed him back, Isaac stumbling over his feet.

She sent a kick to his chest before swinging her arm out and clawing his chest. Harley ducked as he aimed another blow, straightening up to claw at him again. Isaac caught her arm this time, turning her around so her back was pressed against his chest, his arm holding her tightly.

"I win." He whispered, both of them breathing heavily. Everyone watched silently, tension crackling like electricity between the two.

Harley turned her head slightly, her lips only centimeters from his. This threw Isaac off, his grip loosening as he went to lean in closer. She took the opportunity to flip him over her shoulder, his back hitting the ground with an 'oomph'.

"Here's a tip." Harley sighed, her foot pressing down on his chest. "Don't get distracted."

Boyd let out a short laugh, everyone watching in amusement as she walked away and pulled out her phone.

"I ship it." Erica mumbled, the taller blonde raising an eyebrow.

"What does that even mean?" She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "I don't even want to know, just stay off tumblr."

"Are we done now?" Isaac groaned, sitting up. "Cause I got about a hundred bones that need a few hours to heal."

Derek's face softened, walking over and kneeling down next to him. He held out his hand, Isaac offering his arm in return. Without warning he snapped the bone, the beta crying out in pain as he pulled his head back.

"A hundred and one." Derek snapped, his hand gripping Isaac's hair while the rest watched with wide eyes. "You think I'm teaching you how to fight? Huh? I'm reaching you how to survive."

He shoved the him away, the boy clutching his arm as he gasped in pain. Harley took a step forward, eyes narrowed.

"If they wanted us dead, why don't they just kill us now?" She asked, raising her eyebrows. "Hmm? What are they waiting for?"

"I don't know." Derek replied, shaking his head. "But they're planning something. And you two know that especially. Whatever that thing is that killed Isaac's father, I think it killed someone else last night. And until I find out what it it, you all need to learn everything that I know. As fast as I can teach you."

With those words he shoved his way into the subway car, leaving the four alone. Harley let out a sigh and knelt down on the floor, reaching for Isaac's arm.

"Don't touch it." He snapped, cradling it gently.

"Do you want it to heal correctly?" She scoffed, cocking her head to the side. He didn't say anything, just nodded. "Then let me reset the bone."

"How are you going to-" His words were cut off by his own scream, not expecting her to snap it roughly into place.

"You okay?" Harley asked, Isaac grunting in return. She stood up and held out her hand, hoisting the stubborn boy onto his feet. He opened his mouth to utter a response, but was interrupted by the harsh ringing of her phone. The blonde gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, pulling it out of her pocket and pressing ignore.

"Who's that?" Erica asked, her question soon being answered by her own phone ringing.

"Erica, don't-"

"Hello? How did you even get my number? Uh, she's right..." Erica looked up to see Harley shaking her head, drawing a line across her throat with her finger. "She's not here. I'll take a message? Alright. Bye."

Erica ended the call, all eyes on Harley as she squeezed her own shut, rubbing her temples.

"Why is Jackson calling my phone?"

"Because I won't answer." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "And he can't seem to take a hint."

"Well, he wants to talk to you." She said slowly, the girl letting out a frustrated sigh.

"Trust me, I'm well aware."

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"Whatever you find, you need to keep it to yourself." Jackson whispered, looking around warily. "Got it?"

"What's on it?" Danny asked, Jackson's pulse rising as he grew more anxious.

"Just, me." He replied, shaking his head. "In my room, in bed."

"I'm supposed to watch you in bed?" Danny asked incredulously, raising an eyebrow. "Do you remember all the times I told you, you're not my type?"

"Just do it." He scoffed, handing over the flash drive. "Oh, and a FYI? I'm everyone's type."

With those words Jackson started walking towards the exit, only to have a hand grip the back of his shirt and shove him against the lockers.

"What are you doing?" Harley asked, cocking her head to the side.

"Uh, nothing." Jackson swallowed, clutching the strap of his backpack.

"Yeah, I don't think so." The blonde chuckled, pursing her lips. "I'm not an idiot. Spill."

"I recorded myself on the full moon." He muttered, the girl shoving him into the metal again.

"What?" She hissed, her jaw clenching. "And you gave it to Danny?"

"He's not gonna say anything." Jackson whispered, his face softening as he changed topics. "You've been ignoring my calls."

"And yet you keep calling." Harley gave him a sarcastic smile, crossing her arms. "I thought I got the message across pretty clearly."

"Please, I just want to talk." He swore, shaking his head. "No interior motives, I swear."

Harley let out a huff of air, scratching at her hairline. Jackson reeked of desperation, and it was giving her a headache.

"Fine." She sighed, closing her eyes in annoyance. "We can talk after the game. I have something to return to you anyways."

"Thank you." He breathed, the girl shaking her head and turning on her heel.

"Whatever."

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Not edited.

This is one of my least favorite episodes of season two, tbh.

This is more of a filler, focusing on Jackson and Harley a bit, but with some added Harsaac.

What does Harley need to return to Jackson? Will they actually get to talk after the game? Hmm.

Also; I just posted the prologue to my new Stiles fic, Agony. So, check it out.

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