"What are they doing here?"

"I need them." Derek replied, Harley and Isaac following him through the door.

"I don't trust them." Scott growled.

"Yeah, well," Harley gave him a sarcastic smile as she shoved past. "They don't trust you either."

"And Derek really doesn't care." He snapped, speaking in third person as the two betas leaned against a table. "So is the vet gonna help us or not?"

"That depends." Their attention turned to see Deaton leaning in the doorway, arms crossed. "Your friend Jackson. Are we planning to kill him, or save him?"

"Save him."

"Kill him."

Harley and Derek's words blended with Scott's earning a glare from the omega.

"Save him." Scott argued, shaking his head slightly. Harley let out an annoyed huff of air and nodded, crossing her arms as Scott turned back to his boss. "Save him."

Deaton nodded and led them into the back room, setting down jars in middle of the operating table. Isaac looked at them curiously and reached for one, Harley grabbing his wrist.

"Watch what you touch." Derek warned. Isaac instead leaned forward, propping himself up on the table.

"So," He began, looking up at Deaton. "What are you, some kind of witch?"

"No." Deaton looked at him with an unamused expression, a jar in his hand. "I'm a veterinarian. Unfortunately, I don't see anything here that will be an effective defense against a paralytic toxin."

"We're open to suggestions."

"What about an effective offense?" Harley asked, her mind going to lacrosse. She was never one to play defense, always opting to be in the actual action.

"We already tried that." Derek sighed, looking to the vet. "I nearly took it's head off, and Argent emptied and entire clip into it. The thing just gets back up."

"Has it shown any weaknesses?" He wondered, eyebrows furrowing.

"For one, it can't swim."

"Does that go for Jackson as well?"

"No." Harley sighed, pursing her lips. "He's the captain of the swim team."

"Essentially you're trying to catch two people." Deaton explained, glancing around the room before walking over to his cabinet and holding up a coin. "A puppet, and a puppeteer. One killed the husband, but the other he to take care of the wife. Do we know why?"

"I don't think Jackson could do it." Harley shook her head, clearing her throat. "His mother died pregnant too."

"She might have been murdered." Scott added. "I think he couldn't let the same thing happen to someone else."

"How do you know it's not part of the rules?" Isaac spoke up, everyone's attention turning back to him. "The Kanima kills murderers. If Jackson kills the wife the baby dies too."

"Does that mean your father was a murderer?" Scott asked, looking up at him.

"Wouldn't surprise me if he was." He shrugged, his tone nonchalant.

"Hold on." Deaton said slowly. "The book says their bonded, right? What if the fear of water isn't coming from Jackson, but from the person controlling him. What if, something that affects the Kanima,"

He held up a jar of mountain ash, twisting off the lid. He proceeded to create a circle around the coin, Harley's face lighting up with realization.

"Affects the master." She finished slowly, cocking her head to the side.

"Meaning, what?" Isaac asked, not quite catching on.

"Meaning we can catch them." Scott answered, Deaton nodding in repsonse. "Both of them.

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"Can anybody tell where the hell Jackson is and why he missed morning practice?" Coach yelled, slamming open his door. Stiles whispered something to Scott, gaining his attention. "Stilinski! Jackson?"

"Sorry coach," Stiles shrugged. "I haven't seen him since the last time I saw him."

"W-when what that?" Coach questioned, rubbing his chin.

"The last time I saw him." He stammered. "Definitely the time I saw him last."

"Danny," Coach bent down, his voice soft. "Tell Jackson no missing practice this close to the championships, okay?"

"Sure coach." Danny nodded.

"That goes for all of you." He muttered, moving to shut his door. "I should be coaching college."

"Sorry, but I got two for myself." Danny whispered, Stiles looking at him with an irritated expression.

"Do you even have a date yet?" Harley and Isaac shared a look as they listening to Danny tell him he was working on it. "Okay, help me out. You give us the tickets, and you devote your life to abstinence."

The two betas reached forward, Harley grabbing Stiles' jersey while Isaac grabbed Scott's, Danny's eyes widening and leaving quickly.

"How do you two losers even survive?" Harley chucked, raising an eyebrow at them.

"What are we supposed to do?" Scott asked, shifting underneath Isaac's grip. "Nobody's even selling."

Harley and Isaac looked over to see one of the players hand out a ticket, the two sharing a smirk.

"Wait here boys." Isaac laughed, Harley patting Stiles on the chest before thy stalked off.

"Hey, Josh." The blonde grinned, pushing him back into his locker. His eyes widened as she traced a finger down his chest, looking at him innocently. "I couldn't help but notice you were giving out tickets to that rave on Friday."

"Uh, yeah." His voice came out hoarse, nodding frantically. "But they're 150."

"You couldn't, I don't know," She cocked her head to the side, brushing a piece of grass off his shoulder. "Give me a discount?"

"S-sorry, Harley." Josh stuttered, shaking his head. "I'm saving up for a car."

Harley's smile fell, the girl stepping back and nodding to Isaac, who proceeded to slam him into the metal. With the boy pinned against the lockers Harley reached into his bag and counted out four tickets before putting the rest back.

"Nice doing business with you." Harley chimed, giving him a sweet smile as Isaac slammed him against the locker again. She sauntered back towards Scott and Stiles with a smirk, pressing tickets to their chests. "Enjoy the show boys."

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Isaac and Harley walked down the hall, music pounding all around them as they shared a nod, pushing through the plastic dividers. The crowd was a mass of sweaty bodies dancing with glow sticks and and neon clothing under the strobe lights, the whole warehouse reeking of sex and alcohol.

They were stopped by Scott, who held out the syringe with ketamine.

"Why are we doing it?" Isaac asked, watching warily as Harley took it.

"She can get to Jackson without making him suspicious." Scott answered, the girl twisting it between her fingers. "And I have to make sure Argent doesn't mess up the plan. Look, you gotta do it in the vein. You find him, you pull this plunger here."

"The neck will probably be the easiest." Harley looked up at him for confirmation, Scott nodding in return.

"You find the vein, jam it in there, and pull back on the trigger." He explained. "Be careful."

"I doubt I'll even slightly hurt him." Harley scoffed, shaking her head.

"No I mean you." They looked up at Scott in shock. "I don't want you to get hurt."

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