Harley's eyes skimmed the crowd, finding Jackson as he walked in. She turned around and groaned, seeing Isaac holding himself up with one arm against the wall, talking to a blonde with horrible dark roots showing.

"Alright, lover boy." She sighed, shoving his hand off the wall and causing him to almost faceplant before grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling him away.

"What was that for?" He complained, pushing away her hand.

"We have work to do, idiot." She scoffed, motioning towards their target. Isaac became more alert, finding Jackson easily and imeadietly moving towards him. Harley grabbed the back of his shirt again and yanked him back, rolling her eyes. "What are you gonna do? Just knock him out in front of everyone?"

"Yeah." Isaac nodded, the girl groaning in response.

"Just follow my lead, alright?" She ordered, sauntering over to Jackson. Her hand found the back off his neck, turning and pressing her lips to his throat. The boy imeadietly reacted, pressing himself against her while Isaac found her other side, hands gripping her waist tightly.

She grinded against both of them, Jackson leaving sloppy kisses along her throat while her hand reached back, finding Isaac's hair and tangling itself in it. She could smell the lust radiating off of them, Isaac catching her off guard as his mouth found hers briefly. She kissed him back, ignoring Jackson lips on her neck. They both pulled away, sharing a glance of darkened eyes clouded with desire before resuming their dancing.

Harley found herself pressing closer to Isaac, and Jackson must have realized this as well as Isaac pulled out the syringe, sinking his claws into his side.

"She belongs to me." Jackson growled, grabbing Harley and holding her tighter as Isaac fell to the ground. Her eyes widened as she felt his claws through her top, knowing that if she made a move to leave, they would no doubt be dug into her back. "Something wrong?"

"No." She shook her head, continuing to move against him with the music. Harley almost let out a sigh of relief when she saw Isaac get up, syringe in hand. He plunged it into Jackson's neck and pulled the trigger, the boy falling limp in her arms.

"You okay?" He asked, eyes scanning her face.

"I'm fine."

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Harley and Isaac turned quickly when the door opened, Stiles waving his arms around as a form of defense.

"No, no, no! It's just me." He hissed, shutting the door behind him. "Just me. He okay?"

"Well," Isaac sighed, walking over to Jackson. "Let's find out."

He flicked his hand out, displaying his claws before swinging at the unconscious boy. Jackson caught his arm, Isaac grunting as it was twisted, the cracking of bone filling the small room.

"Okay, no one does anything like that again." Stiles ordered as Isaac walked back, clutching his arm and moaning in pain. "Okay?"

"I thought the ketamine was supposed to him out!" Harley hissed, bending slightly so she could examine Isaac's wrist.

"Yeah, well apparently this this is all we're gonna get." Stiles snapped, gesturing towards him. "So let's just hope that whoever is controlling him showed up tonight."

"I'm here." Everyone looked over at Jackson, his eyes now open as he stared into space. "I'm right here with you."

Stiles squatted down in front of him, watching warily. "Jackon, is that you?"

"Us. We're all here."

"Are you the one killing people?" He's asked quietly, leaning forward a bit.

"We're the ones killing murderers."

"So all the people you've killed so far-"

"Deserved it."

"It says you've got a little rule book, that you only go after murderers."

"Rules can break if enough pressure is applied."

"Alright, so the people you're killing are all murders then?"

"All. Each and everyone."

"Well who'd they murder?"

"Me."

"Wait, what?" Stiles asked, eyebrows furrowing. "What do you mean?"

"They murdered me." Harley and Isaac started backing up against the wall as Jackson's eyes turned more reptilian, twitching slightly. "They murdered me."

"Alright, more ketamine." He started backing up as Jackson's clawed hand started to move, the spastic boy snapping his fingers. "The man needs more ketamine, come on."

"We don't have anymore." Isaac whispered, Stiles turning to stare at him.

"You used the whole bottle?" He hissed, taking the vial from him angrily. Harley hit him on the back repeatedly, trying to get his attention as Jackson stood up, half lizard. He opened his mouth to show rows of sharp teeth, letting out a screech. "Okay, out, everybody out."

The three rushed out the door, shutting it and using their bodies to hold it shut. Stiles started to say something about blocking the door when the Kanima burst through the wall, disappearing into the club.

Stiles took off running, leaving Isaac and Harley to stare at the large hole in the metal. They looked at each other with wide eyes, Isaac grabbing her hand and pulling her through the crowd. They reached the exit, pushing past the door to see Derek and Stiles standing there, staring at the warehouse.

Harley's eyebrows furrowed as she knelt down, staring at the line of mountain ash before glancing up at Isaac.

"Oh my god!" Stiles yelled, a large grin on his face. "It's working! Ah, this is-yes! I did something."

They all froze when a pained roar sounded, Derek's face filled with realization.

"Scott."

"What?" Stiles asked, looking up at him.

"Break it." Derek ordered, fear and worry coming off of him in waves.

"What?" He scoffed, looking down at his success. "No way!"

"Scott's dying!"

"What?" He asked, his face falling. "How do you know that?"

"Stiles, I just know!" He yelled, pointing at the ash. "Break it!"

Stiles let out an annoyed grumble before bending down and sweeping his hand over the line, breaking the ash.

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Harley let out a the breath she had been holding and slumped against her seat, keys falling into her lap.

"Do you feel guilty too?" She asked, eyebrows furrowing as she stared through her windsheild.

"Yeah." Isaac replied, staring through the window as well. "I don't know why though."

"Because we failed." Harley said bluntly, the boy turning to look at her. "We failed to catch Jackson, and now someone else is dead."

"And Scott got hurt." He added quietly, the girl letting out a bitter laugh and rubbing her face.

"Yep." She closed her eyes and settled into the seat, both of them silent for a few moments.

"Harley?"

"Mm?" She opened her eyes to see him watching her, an unreadable expression on his face. "What?"

"Nothing." Isaac shook his head, turning his attention to a scratch on the interior of her car.

"Isaac." Harley turned her whole body to face him, eyes watching him intently as he fidgeted with his hands. "Isaac, what is it?"

"Nothing, I just," He let out shaky breath before turning towards her and grabbing her face, pressing his lips to hers. It took her off guard, and before she could even react he pulled away, eyes wide. "I-I'm sorry, I was-"

He didn't get to finish, her fingers curling unto his shirt and pulling him back in. There was no hesitation from him, Isaac moving closer to hold her waist as their mouths moved together in sync. She ignored the fact that her stick shift was digging into hip or that she was parked in front of a crime scene, her focus on his hand as it crept down her thigh.

When they finally pulled away they were both out of breath, eyes locked. Her hands were still clutching his shirt, while one of his lay on her waist, the other just below where her dress stopped.

"I should get home." Harley breathed, making no move to start the car.

"Your dad," Isaac ran his thumb across her bottom lip, swollen from his own. "He's probably worried."

"Probably." She whispered, a smile growing on her face. "But he can worry."

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