𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄
Girls can be heroes too

"SO this kid's the real killer?"

Stiles nodded, "Yeah."

Noah shook his head, No."

"Yes!"

"No."

Daisy decided it was best for her to intervene, "Everybody knows that the police look for ways to connect victims in a murder, okay? So all he had to do was look through their transcripts and figure out which class they all had in common."

"Yeah, except for the fact that the rave promoter Kara wasn't in Harris's class."

Stiles exhaled loudly, "All right, okay, you're right, sorry. Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?"

"No, you know what? They're not dropping the charges. But that doesn't prove anything." Noah looked to Scott, "Scott, do you believe this?"

Scott nodded, "It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us. We know it's Matt."

Daisy crossed her arms and looked Noah in the eyes. "Yeah, he took Harris's car, okay? Look, he knew that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the murders, and that if enough of the victims were in Harris's class, that they'd arrest him."

Noah sighed but nodded, understanding where she was coming from, "All right, fine. I'll allow the remote possibility, but give me a motive. I mean, why would this kid want most of the 2006 swim team and it's coach dead?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Stiles paused, flailing his arms around, "Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in, like, six years." He sighed, defeated, "Okay, we don't have a motive yet. I mean, come on, does Harris?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"We need to look at the evidence."

"IT'S 2:00 in the morning," Mason, a deputy told the group as they walked into the sheriff station.

Noah sighed, glancing back at the teens. "Believe me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't extremely important."

Stiles grabbed both Daisy's and Scott's attention. "We look at the hospital stuff first, okay?'

"Why?"

"Because all the murders were committed by Jackson, except for one, you remember?"

"The pregnant girl, Jessica," Daisy remembered, nodding.

Stiles nodded, "Yeah. Since Matt had to kill her himself, somebody from the hospital could've seen him."

"Come on." They looked up and followed Noah into his office. They got on his computer to look through the camera footage. "I don't know, guys. I mean, look at this. There was a six — car pileup that night, the hospital was jammed."

"All right, just keep going," Daisy ordered as they continued to watch the footage. "Look, he had to have passed one of the cameras on that floor to get to Jessica, okay? He's gotta be on the footage somewhere." Her eyes widened as she saw something. "Oh, hold on, stop!" Daisy paused the video and backed it up a little. "Did you see that?"

"That's him!" Stiles shouted, "That's Matt!"

"All I see is the back of someone's head," Noah sassed, both amused and annoyed with his son, and Daisy didn't know which one was more prominent. Never mind, she knew that answer; annoyed.

Stiles nodded, not backing down, "Matt's head, yeah. I sit behind him in history. He's got a very distinct cranium, it's weird."

"Are you crazy?" Daisy turned to Stiles, giving him a weird look.

"All right, fine, then look at his jacket, huh? How many people do you know who wear black leather jackets?"

"Millions, literally." Noah gestured to Daisy. "One is in this room with us."

"Okay, can we scroll forward?" Scott spoke up, trying to get them back onto the subject at hand. "There's gotta be a shot of him coming at one of the cameras."

"Right there!" Stiles shouted, pointing to the screen again. "Stop, stop! See, there he is again." They looked at the screen to see him talking to someone. "He's talking to someone."

"He's talking to our mom." Scott looked at Daisy with panicked eyes before dialing her number.

"Scott, you know how many people I deal with in a day?"

"This one's 16 he's got dark hair, looks like a normal teenager."

"Scott, I already talked to the police about this."

"Okay, mom, I'm gonna take a picture and send it to you." Scott took a picture of Matt and sent it to her. "Did you get it?"

"Yeah."

"Do you recognize him? Do you remember him?"

"Yeah, I did. I mean, I remember I stopped him because he was tracking mud in the hall. Scott, what's going on?"

"It's — it's nothing, mom. I'll explain later. I gotta go." He hung up on her, and they looked to Noah with smug looks, and he started to believe them.

"We've got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site," Noah informed them, looking between the trio with something glimmering in his eyes.

"And if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of three murders. The trailer, the hospital, and the rave," Daisy pointed out, crossing her arms.

"Actually, four." She rose my eyebrows at Noah as he elaborated, "A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed."

"When?"

"A couple hours before you got there," Noah told Stiles which made Daisy a little confused seeing as she didn't remember them saying anything about that.

"All right, dad, if one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern, what's four?"

"Four's enough for a warrant. Scott, Sky —Daisy, call your mom back, see how quick she can get here. If I can get an official ID, I can get a search warrant. Stiles, go to the front desk. Tell them to let their mom in when she gets here."

"On it." Stiles nodded and left the room.

"SHE'S on her way here," Scott told Noah who looked behind them. "Sheriff?" They turned around to see Stiles with a gun pointed at his head.

"Matt?" Noah asked, "It's Matt, right?" Matt nodded. "Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun."

"You know, it's funny you say that, because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are."

"I know you don't wanna hurt people."

Matt shook his head, "Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people. You four weren't on my list, but I could be persuaded." Daisy clenched her hands into fists; she didn't want to use her powers on someone human. "And one way is to try dialing somebody on your cell phone, like McCall is doing." She turned to Scott who quickly took his hand out of his pocket with wide eyes. "That — that could definitely get someone hurt. Everyone. Now!" They all threw their phones on the desk.

They were then forced to go onto the room full of cells. Stiles had to cuff his father to a pipe before the trio was shoved out of that room.

Daisy sucked in a shaky breath as they glanced down a hall that had three dead bodies. Blood was everywhere. "What, are you gonna kill everyone in here?"

Matt shook his head. "No, that's what Jackson's for. I just think about killing them, and he does it."

"DELETED," Daisy told Matt as she deleted all the files that led to him. "And we're done. All right, so, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killed you first — whatever that means — I think we're good here, right?" She turned to the boy in question just as a car pulled out front.

"Sounds like your mom's here, McCall's." Matt grinned darkly at her.

"Matt, don't do this," Scott begged, "When she comes to the door, I'll just tell her to leave. I'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please, Matt."

"If you don't move — now, I'm gonna kill Stiles first, your sister, and then your mom." Scott sighed, grabbed Daisy's hand, and they walked towards the front door. "Open it."

Scott opened the door, revealing Derek. "Oh, thank God." The relief that we all had once we saw Derek went away as soon as he fell to the ground, the Kanima behind him.

"This is the one controlling him? This kid?" Derek asked in disbelief.

"Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf." All of their eye's widened in shock. "Oh, yeah, that's — that's right. I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, kanimas. It's like a frickin' Halloween party every full moon." He then looked directly at Stiles and Daisy. "Except for you both. What do you two turn into?"

"Abominable snowmen. But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal," Stiles retorted as he glanced over at Daisy, wanting to protect her secret. She broke his heart, but he still loves her, and will do anything for her.

Before anyone could say or do anything, the Kanima swiped Stiles' neck.

"Hey!" Daisy shouted, about to help Stiles, but Jackson grabbed her arm, shaking his finger at her in a sadistic way.

"You bitch," Stiles sneered at Matt.

"Get him off of me."

"Oh, I don't know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair." Derek rolled his eyes. "It must kinda suck, though, to have all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless."

"Still got some teeth. Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I am," Derek threatened, narrowing his eyes.

Stiles mumbled, "Yeah, bitch."

"Is that her?" Matt smirked as they all heard a car pull in. "Do what I tell you to and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her."

"Scott, don't trust him!"

Matt grabbed Stiles, turned him over, and stepped on his throat. "This work better for ya?"

As Daisy saw Stiles struggling to breath, the anger and fear overwhelmed her, making the whole sheriff station start to shake. "Stop!" She shouted, clenching her hands into fists.

"Is this your doing?" Matt questioned as he looked around at the shaking room. "Cool." He grinned at her before he pulled the trigger on his gun. At first, she didn't feel anything, but then the pain came all at once. She whimpered before falling against the wall.

"Skye!" Scott shouted, but before he could reach out to help her, Matt pointed the gun at Daisy's head.

"Open the door or I shoot her dead," Matt threatened, smirking.

"Okay!" Scott shouted before he reached out and opened the door. While he did that, Jackson left the room, dragging Stiles and Derek with him.

"Mom?"

"You scared me, where is every—" She stopped mid sentence as she saw Daisy against the wall, holding her shoulder.

"Mom, just do what he says," Scott told her as she tried to run towards her daughter. "He promised he wouldn't hurt you."

"He's right." Matt grinned, "But I didn't say I wouldn't hurt you." Another gun shot went off and Scott stumbled backwards, holding his stomach.

"Scott!" Melissa's eyes then landed on Daisy again. "Skye," she choked on a sob, a hand flying up to her mouth.

Daisy coughed, her hand gripping her bleeding shoulder. "It's Daisy, mom," she reminded her, trying to stand up.

"No. Don't do that, you will—"

"Shut up!" Matt yelled. "To the back, now!" He forced Melissa and Scott to the back of the building where Noah was being held as Daisy tried to stop the bleeding.

She pushed herself into a standing position, her hand grazing the walls, blood smearing it. She made her way into the room where Stiles and Derek was being held.

"You guys okay?" She asked as she fell to the floor beside them. "Derek?" She saw that he was digging his claws into his leg. "Helping the healing process?" She questioned, smirking.

"Yeah," He told her and when he tried to nod his head, it didn't quite work.

"So, is that hypothetical situation we are talking about getting any less hypothetical?" Stiles questioned with slightly raised eyebrows.

"I think so. I can move my toes."

Stiles let out a breath, "Dude, I can move my toes."

All of a sudden, all the lights went out and a whole bunch of gunshots were heard. Daisy ducked on instinct, her head falling onto Derek's chest.

"What the hell!?" She exclaimed, grunting because she moved her bad shoulder. Smoke grenades were then thrown everywhere.

"Guys!" Daisy looked up to see Scott running into the room.

"Take him!" Derek shouted as he started to sit up. Scott grabbed Stiles and carried him out of the room as Daisy helped Derek the rest of the way up. "You need to go," he told her, his eyes glancing over her shoulder, and then her face. "You're hurt."

"I can handle being shot. It's not like it's my first time." Even though she told him that, all she thought about was when her 'mother' shot herself in the shoulder.

Daisy then ran off to where she heard her mom scream.

"No!" She yelled out as she saw the Kanima on the cell door, trying to get to her mom. She threw out her good arm and watched as the Kanima flew off the door. Scott came out of nowhere and stabbed it in the back with his claws. Derek jumped up and ran after the Kanima as Scott turned to their mother who was looking at them in shock and fear.

Giving her one last look, Scott and Daisy ran off.

"WHAT'S going on here!?" Daisy shouted as she stormed into Scott's room, seeing Gerard sitting on Scott's chair with a smug look. She then looked to the left to find her mom being held by her throat by the Kanima's tail.

"What do you want?" Scott asked Gerard.

"I want to talk." Gerard gave Scott a look. "You haven't been answering your phone."

"What?" Daisy asked, confused. "You've been helping him!?" She exclaimed, turning to Scott in disappointment.

"Let her go, and we can talk about whatever you want," Scott told Gerard, ignoring his sisters his heart pounding against his chest.

Gerard stood up and approached the siblings. "I want the same thing that I have always wanted. I want Derek and his pack."

"You have them all in hiding," Daisy stated, her jaw clenched in anger. "How are we suppose to know where they are?" Even though they both do know where Derek was, she wasn't about to tell Gerard.

"I think with the proper motivation, you could draw them out. And if you hadn't noticed, I now have a fairly impressive means by which I can motivate people." Gerard glanced at the Kanima. "Why do you think I'm able to control him? Oh, you know the myth, Scott. The kanima is a weapon of vengeance."

"This is about Kate?" Daisy asked in disbelief.

"I didn't just come here to bury my daughter. I came to avenge her." He walked out, the Kanima following him.

"Are you okay?" Scott and Daisy ran towards their mom.

"Oh, I don't know what's happening." Mom shook her head, crying. "I don't know what that thing was or even what you both are, but whatever he wants, just give it to him."

"Mom, it's not that easy."

"Do what he wants. Just give him what he wants." She couldn't even look at them, and it broke Daisy's heart. Her bio mother tried to kill her and her adoptive one won't even look at her.

"I don't know if I can."

"WHY does it smell like that?" Isaac asked as he looked down at the dog on the operation table. "What?

"Scott said almost the same thing to me a few months ago. One day he could somehow tell the difference between which animals were getting better and which were not."

"He's not getting better, is he?" Isaac questioned, "Is it cancer?"

"Osteosarcoma," Deaton stated. "It has a very distinct scent, doesn't it? Come here." Isaac walked towards him. "I know you're well aware of what your new abilities can do for you. Improved strength, speed, and healing. You ever wonder what it could do for others? Give me your hand. Go on."

Isaac laid his hand on the dog beforw retracting his hand, revealing black veins on his arm. "What did I do?"

"You took some of his pain away," Scott told him with a small smile.

"Only a little bit. But sometimes a little can make quite a difference."

Isaac brought his hand to his mouth as tears fell from his eyes. "It's okay. First time he showed me, I cried too."

"Aw," Daisy cooed as she saw Isaac's smile. "You're so adorable," she stated, smiling lightly at him. He had the whole package, cute and hot, all in one.

"Thanks?" Isaac looked over at her, his head tilted.

"You're welcome," she told him before turning to Scott. "I'm gonna go home, Scott." He nodded his head at her. "Bye, Isaac." She ruffled Isaac's hair before she walked out of the clinic.

"YOU know what's going on?" Daisy asked as she plopped down on the bench between Scott and Stiles.

"Not yet."

"It's going to be bad, isn't it?" Stiles questioned, turning to them, his eyes wide. "I mean, like people screaming, running for their lives, blood, killing, maiming kind of bad?"

"Looks like it." Daisy nodded, leaning her head on Scott's shoulder.

"The other night seeing my dad get hit over the head by Matt, you know, while I'm just lying there and I can't even move, it just -/ I want to help, you know, but I can't do the things that you guys can do. I can't—"

"It's okay." Daisy laid her hand on Stiles'. "I was barely able to do anything either."

Stiles sighed. "We're losing."

"The hell are you talking about?" Coach came up behind them, looking at them in bewilderment. "Game hasn't even started. Now put on your helmet and get out there. You're in for Greenberg."

"What?" Stiles looked to Coach with wide eyes. "What happened to Greenberg?"

Coach scoffed. "What happened to Greenberg? He sucks. You suck slightly less."

"I'm playing? On the field? With the team?" Stiles kept asking questions in bewilderment.

"Yes, unless you'd rather play with yourself," Coach fired at Stiles.

"I already did that today, twice." Stiles' eyes widened, and Daisy yanked her hand away from his. She scrunched up her face in disgust.

"Get the hell out there!" Coach shoved Stiles onto the field.

"Go Stiles!" Daisy shouted, jumping up onto her feet as Stiles got into position. When Stiles kept getting tackled, she knew it wasn't gonna go well, so she sat back down, putting her face in her hands.

She then jumped in surprise as Isaac plopped down beside her.

"You came to help," Scott stared at Isaac in surprise.

"I came to win." All three of them turned to Gerard with smug looks.

"You got a plan yet?" Isaac asked them, his beautiful eyes switching between the siblings.

Scott shook his head. "No, right now it's pretty much just keep Jackson from killing anyone."

"Well, that might be easier if you're actually in the game. We have to make it so coach has no choice but to play you."

"How do we do that? He's got a bench full of guys he can use before he ever puts me on the field." Upon realizing what Isaac was about to do, he sighed, "Can you do it without putting anyone in the hospital?"

"I can try."

One by one, Isaac kept knocking the players out, making Coach put all the boys that was sitting on the bench, into the game, but Isaac continued to knock the players out.

"Lahey! Seriously, what the hell is your problem!?" Coach shouted in anger.

"Isaac!" Daisy shouted in worry as Jackson knocked Isaac down.

They ran towards Isaac, "It's not broken. But I can't move it. I think Jackson nicked me 'cause I can feel it spreading." They carried Isaac off of the field, and Coach put Scott into the game.

Not even far into the game, Scott disappeared, but Daisy didn't take much notice into it as she realized that Stiles had caught the ball.

"Stilinski! Shoot it. Shoot the ball! Shoot it, you idiot!"

"Shoot it!" Daisy shouted as loudly as she could, sitting at the edge of the bench on anticipation. Everything went in slow motion as Stiles threw the ball, making it into the goal. "Whoohoo!" She shouted, jumping off of the bench, throwing up her arms.

"I scored a goal! I scored a goal!" Stiles screamed, cheering for himself which Daisy found really adorable.

And that one score seemed to kick some adrenaline into him 'cause he continued to score more goals.

"Go Stiles!" Daisy jumped onto the bench and whistled loudly, throwing up her hands in a wild manor. "That's my friend!" She shouted, clapping loudly, her hands stinging from how hard she was clapping. Stiles gazed over at her, a huge smile on his adorable face.

Then all the lights went out and a scream broke out throughout the crowd. Everybody started to run. Daisy was roughly pushed off the bench, landing on her bad shoulder.

All of a sudden, all the lights came back on and Daisy was picked up by Scott, and they ran onto the field to find Jackson on the ground.

"Where's Stiles?" She turned to Noah as he started looking around the field. "Where's Stiles!?"

Her heart started to beat against her rib cage as she realized that Stiles was gone. "Stiles!?"