chapter nineteen
❝ biting on my tongue & checking if it bleeds ❞
restraint

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"You will not go within 50 feet of Jackson Whittemore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically." Kennedy stands next to Melissa McCall, listening to Sheriff Stilinski recite the restraining order Jackson had put on the two boys. Every now and then she'd glance at Mr. Whittemore, who used to take a liking to Kennedy. Though right now he does not seem to like anybody in the room.

Stiles looks up, "What about school?" He asks. Kennedy finds this question fair, as they all had similar schedules.

Sheriff sighs, "You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a 50 foot distance."

"Okay, what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time and there's only two stalls available and they're only right next to each other?" All parents in h the room cross their arms. Stiles looks up at his dad, nodding awkwardly. "I'll just hold it."

After this fiasco, Kennedy follows Scott and Melissa out of the room. "Move!" Melissa says as she pushes her son past Stiles. Kennedy of course knew about the entire van situation, and all parents knew she probably was involved. But when Kennedy is also Jackson's close friend, who he would rather go to jail for than anything, they didn't poke the bear. Melissa turns her son around, Kennedy sheepishly stopping behind her. "It's not just this. Although, a restraining order is a new low that I didn't think that you would reach quite this soon. It's everything on top of it." Kennedy grimaces as Melissa grabs her and puts her next to Scott. "The completely bizarre behavior from both of you, the late nights coming home, having to beg Mr. Harris for you to make up that chemistry test that you missed."

"I missed a chemistry test?" Blurts Scott.

Kennedy looks up. "Scott, we studied for it last weekend." She says quietly. She had taken the test, and unsurprisingly, scored well.

Melissa raises a brow. "Really, Scott? Really?" Scott looks at Kennedy, unsure when this test happened. "I at least can trust that Kennedy can get her work done, and shes honest enough with me that I know what's wrong." Kennedy bites her tongue, knowing there's more to what's wrong than Melissa knows. "I have to ground you. I am grounding you. You are grounded."

"What about work?"

Melissa huffs. "Fine, other than work. And no TV."

"My TV's broken." Scott replies.

"Then no computer."

"Melissa, he needs the computer for school." Says Kennedy politely. Scott nods in agreement.

Melissa shrugs, "Then no, uh," She turns her back to look at Stiles, before looking back at her son. "No Stiles."

"What, no Stiles?" Stiles whines.

"No Stiles!" Stiles jumps back at the sound of Melissas voice. "And no more car privileges. Give me your keys." Scott sighs, "Give 'em to me!" He jumps, scrambling to grab them from his pocket. Kennedy looks at Melissa, who takes the key ring and struggles to pull it off. "Oh, for the love of God."

"Mom, you want me to-"

"No."

Scott watches as his mom struggles with the key more. "Mom, come on, let me just, mom." Scott grabs his moms hands, "Mom!"

Melissa lets out a shaky sigh, turning her head towards her son. "What is going on with you?" She asks finally. "Is this about Allison?"

Scott searches his moms eyes, trying to find an answer. When he realizes he has no answer other than the truth, he sighs. "Do you really wanna know?" Stiles shakes his head from behind.

Melissa nods, "Yeah." She says finally. Kennedy feels guilty, knowing the truth. Scott struggles to know what to say next "Is this about your father?" Stiles nods at Scott. Kennedy looks down at her shoes. "It is, isn't it?" Scott says nothing as Stiles continuously nods. "Okay, you know what, um, we'll talk about this at home." Melissa says awkwardly, "I'm gonna go get the car."

The three teens watch as Melissa walks away. Scott sighs in defeat. "I'm the worst son ever."

"Well, I'm not exactly winning any prizes either." Stiles says awkwardly, all of them watching as Sheriff Stilinski is yelled at by Mr. Whittemore.

Kennedy purses her lips, "I'll be right back. I, um, have to see something." She walks away from her two friends, both of them watching her.

"Is she going where I think she's going?" Stiles asks Scott, who awkwardly nods.

Ben Stallard sits in his cell, running his hands along the wall when Kennedy walks in. "Kenny,"

"Don't call me that." She grits her teeth, glaring at him. Ben looks down, sighing when she stomps to the cell door. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why would I tell you that you're a monster?" He asks her, his voice tainted with disgust. "Why would I tell a little girl she's a murderous creature?"

Kennedy narrows her eyes. "I'm not a monster." She snaps.

Ben chuckles, standing up. "Oh, but you are. And denying it makes you worse than all the others." He walks closer to the door, Kennedy not backing down. "You're strong physically, Kennedy. You're a Hale, of course you're strong. But you're weak minded." Ben taps his head as he stares into her eyes. "You'll snap at any moment. You probably think of killing people that treat your friends wrong, huh?" Kennedy clenches her jaw as she tightens her hands into a fist. "You probably want to hurt me right now." He chuckles wickedly as he brings his face in between the cell bars. "Do it."

Kennedy growls, her eyes glowing gold before back to their normal brown. She closes her eyes, inhaling the scent of the Stilinski boy, which she could find from across the building. She comes back to reality, glaring at the man she once called her father. "Go to hell."

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Kennedy stood at a book shelf, watching Allison walk over to her. Kennedy smiles, pushing apart some books so Allison can hand Scott and Stiles the tablet while they stood on the other side. "It's everything Lydia can translate. And trust me, she was very confused."

"Yeah, what'd you tell her?"

Kennedy speaks up. "That you guys were part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures. She wouldn't have believed it if I was involved." She explains.

Stiles leans down. "I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." He says.

Allison and Kennedy share confused looks. "Okay, does it say how to find out who's controlling him?" Asks Scott, staying on topic.

"Not really. But Stiles was right about the murderers." Stiles cheers in victory, but Allison ignored it. "It calls the kanima a weapon of vengeance. There's a story in there about this South American priest who uses the kanima to execute murderers in his village," She explains.

Stiles nods. "All right, see? So maybe it's not all that bad." He says optimistically.

"Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to." Allison continues, grabbing a book off the shelf and pretending to read it.

Stiles raises a brow. "All bad, all very, very bad."

"Here's the thing, though. The kanima's actually supposed to be a werewolf. But it can't be,"

"Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it." Reads Scott. Kennedy frowns in thought.

Stiles looks up, "Okay, if that means that Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could've told you that myself." He snarks.

Kennedy looks up in though, "Maybe it has something to do with his birth parents."

"Yeah, do you know what happened to them?" Scott asks her.

The brunette shakes her head. "No, we never talked about that stuff." She explains. "But Lydia might."

Scott shrugs. "What if she doesn't know anything?"

Allison adjusts her bag. "Well, he doesn't have a restraining order against either of us, so we'll talk to him ourselves." Kennedy smiles at Allison, liking the girl energy they have going on.

"Okay, what do I do?" Asks Scott. Kennedy looks at Stiles, nodding her head to the end of the book isle. Stiles speed walks down, the two meeting at the end.

"Hey," Stiles says, feeling his heart race.

Kennedy smiles, "Hi." She hums. "Look, I have an idea, but you're not gonna like it."

Stiles nods, "I never like any of your ideas." Kennedy rolls her eyes playfully, causing Stiles's stomach to flip.

"You ask Lydia about Jackson, and I will try to seduce the answers out of him."

Stiles's eyes widen, "What?" He gawks at her. "You-You can't,"

Kennedy tilts her head. "Why not? I'm pretty enough." She pouts.

"Well, well," Stiles stutters, "I just, Jackson isnt the type to just talk to any pretty girl. Gorgeous, perfect, even." Kennedy felt a smile spread on her lips. Stiles feels his breath catch in his throat as Kennedy steps closer, their faces inches apart. Stiles backs up into the bookshelf, glancing back at Scott and Allison who are lost in their conversation. Kennedy's hand traces up his arm, leading up to his chest.

"Are you sure about that?"

Stiles opens and closes his mouth a few times, glancing down at the girls lips. "Okay, maybe your idea is good." He utters out.

Kennedy hums, pulling away completely. "I know." She chimes, walking away. Stiles lets out an exasperated sigh as he watches. Scott walks over, looking at his friend with a confused stare.

"What did I miss?"

"I think I just died."

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Allison and Kennedy make their way to the Boys Locker room. To keep themselves from being too loud, they take off their shoes and carry them in our hands. "So what are you going to do if he turns Kanima on you?" Allison asks the Stallard. The two of them decided it'd be best if Kennedy went in, Allison staying just outside so if something goes wrong, she can go get help.

"Uh, I turn werewolf on him?" Kennedy offers, shrugging. Allison nods, watching Kennedy reach for the Boys Locker room door handle as it opens.

The two jump back in surprise, seeing Matt. "Oh, you just scared the hell out of me."

"Sorry, we were -I was just, um, I was-"

Kennedy cuts off Allison's stutter. "Hey, Matt!"

Matt sighs. "Hey, Ken. Ah, that's a, nice shoes."

The two girls look down at their shoes in their hands. "Oh! Yeah, uh, my feet were hurting, so." Allison explains, the two of them awkwardly putting their shoes back on.

"Same reason I never wear mine."

Kennedy looks up. "What?" She asks.

"Uh, forget it." Matt says to her. Kennedy looks at the door to the locker room, really needing Matt to leave. "Hey, did you hear about the underground show? Apparently, they've got some big name spinning."

Kennedy raises a brow at him. "So like, a rave?" She inquired.

Matt chuckles, "Oh, is it still a rave if you don't roll? I just call it a party." Allison looks at Kennedy, knowing the Stallard isn't paying attention at all. "But hey, I got a friend who can hook us up with tickets if you're down. Want me to get you one?"

Kennedy looks over, giving a fake smile. "Yeah, uh sure. Sounds cool."

"Yeah? All right, cool." Matt says, walking past the two girls. "Um, it's Friday, so, looking forward to it."

Kennedy and Allison watch as Matt walks down the hall and out of view. Kennedy frowns in thought, rethinking their entire conversations "Did I just-"

"Accept a date from some random creepy guy?" Allison asks her, raising a brow. "Yeah, you did." Kennedy sighs, when the two begin to hear gagging.

"I'm going in. If you hear me say the words along the lines of I have to get to Art Class, go get Scott." Kennedy tells her friend. Allison nods, waiting just outside the door.

The locker room is rather empty. The only sound being the shower running. "Jackson?" Kennedy calls out.

"In here." She turns her head to the showers, awkwardly walking towards his voice. She turns the corner, shocked to see Jackson, completely nude. She closes her eyes tightly, turning back around. "Is something wrong?

"You couldnt warn me first?" She asks sarcastically.

Kennedy could hear Jackson turn off the shower, his feet stepping through the water. "You're the one that walked into the boys' locker room."

"I thought I heard you-" Kennedy pauses, sighing. "Forget it." She mutters.

Jackson comes up closer. "Did you wanna talk about something?" His voice was different. Colder than usual.

Kennedy shrugs. "Yeah, but, we can talk later. I gotta-" She goes to move, when suddenly Jackson is in front of her, his hand slaps against the wall, blocking her from leaving.

"No. Let's talk now." He growls out.

Kennedy looks into Jackson's eyes, refusing to look anywhere else. "Sorry, but I have to get to Art Class." She says, using her hearing to hear Allison run down the hall at her words.

Jackson shakes his head. "Oh, no, no, you don't. You haven't taken an art class since eighth grade." He chuckles, and she purses her lips into a thin line. "Are you okay? Your heart's beating like crazy."

Kennedy narrows her eyes. "You think you're so tough now, huh?" She asks him. Jackson smirks at her, and Kennedy pushes past him. The Whittemore grabs her shoulder, turning her back around.

"I thought you wanted to talk."

Kennedy glares at him. "Well, I changed my mind." She snaps.

Jackson steps closer to Kennedy, causing her to step back. "You sure? Because you look a little stressed." Kennedy sucks in a heavy breath, trying to get some distance. "Is it Stiles? Is it that whole thing? I still can't believe you chose him when you have the entire school. You know you're eventually just gonna run to Derek and join up with him and his little wolf pack." Kennedy narrows her eyes. "If you don't realize that, then you gotta be the stupidest bitch in this town. Well, other than Scott since he's a pretty stupid bitch himself."

"Shut your mouth, Jackson."

"What are you gonna do, Kennedy, when you finally snap?" Kennedy is against the wall, and Jackson slams his hands on either side of her head. "You killed your dad. You killed Allison's aunt. You almost killed Lydia. Who do you really think's gonna be next, hmm?" Kennedy felt an anger rise in her chest. Tears threaten to spill. "Not Stiles. No, no, it can't be Stiles, because you're in love. Is that what you tell yourself, hm? I'm different and everything's gonna work out because we're in love." He mocks. "Well, if that's what you believe, then he's already dead." His claws extract from his hand, barely grazing her face. "I just hope your friends have been teaching you moves to protect yourself."

Kennedy lets out a heavy breath. "You must have forgot." She begins, looking over at him. "That I have claws, too." She pushes him back, causing the two of them to fall to the ground. Jackson is on top of her, his face contorting into confusion.

He looks at her, "Kenny? What are you doing here?" He asks, standing up and putting on a pair of shorts. The door opens, Scott and Allison running in.

"Guys, I'm fine." Kennedy says, still on the floor. Jackson looks up, seeing an angry Scott. "Scott, stop!"

Jackson is pushed backwards, falling into the lockers. Kennedy stands up, Allison grabbing the girls hand. " I have a restraining order!" Jackson shouts.

"Trust me, I restrained myself." Scott says. Kennedy and Allison watch when Jackson tackles Scott.

"What do we do?" Allison asks.

Kennedy shakes her head. "I could try to split them up. But I cant promise werewolf Kennedy will go away." She explains. The two grimace when the boys break a sink. "Okay, maybe I should split them up." Kennedy says, running after them.

Kennedy runs over, opening the locker room door. She grabs onto Scott, throwing him out. "Jackson, stop it!" She shouts at the Whittemore, who pushes her out of his way.

Stiles and Erica watch as Kennedy falls to the ground next to Scott. Jackson storms over, grabbing Scott by his shirt. Allison runs out, her and Stiles pulling Scott away while Kennedy pushes Jackson into the wall, her and Erica keeping him back.

"What the hell's going on?" Mr. Harris boomed. "What do you idiots think you're doing? Jackson! Calm down!" Kennedy purses her lips, looking at her ex boyfriend. "Mr. McCall, you wanna explain yourself? Stilinski!"

Matt, who had approached the scene, looks at Scott. "You dropped this."

Harris snatched it, looking around. "You and you," He pauses. "Actually, all of you." Kennedy sighs in annoyance, looking over at Jackson. "Detention. Three o'clock."

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Kennedy sat in the library before detention, as she already had a free period. She glanced up, watching as Matt, Jackson, Erica, and her friends all walk into the room. Mr. Harris pointing to the tables around them. Stiles and Scott sit in the table to her left, while Allison, Matt, and Jackson move to the table across from them. Erica sits in the spot across from Scott.

"Oh, uh, we can't be in detention together." Jackson begins "I have a restraining order against these tools."

Harris raises a brow. "All of these tools?"

Kennedy smiles softly. "No, just those tools." She says shortly, pointing at her two friends.

"Fine. You two, over there." Harris says as he points to Kennedy's table. Stiles and Scott grab their things, moving to their friend. Stiles sits next to Kennedy, and Scott sits across from them.

"I'm gonna kill him."

Stiles raises his finger. "No, you're not. You're going to find out who's controlling him and then you're gonna help save him." He explains to his best friend.

Scott turns his head to look at Jackson. "No. You were right, let's kill him."

"Oh, no." Kennedy groans, running a hand on her face.

Stiles leans forward. "Hey. What if it's Matt? I mean, this whole thing comes back to the video, right?" He asks.

Scott shrugs, "Danny said that Matt was the one who found the two hours of footage missing."

"Exactly!" The human boy says as he taps the table. "He's trying to throw suspicion off himself." Kennedy and Scott slowly turn to look at Matt. He nonchalantly eats a bag of chips, looking rather unbothered.

Kennedy raises a brow. "So he makes Jackson kill Isaac's dad, one of Argent's hunters, and the mechanic working on your jeep?" She asks the Stilinski.

"Yes!"

"Why?" Asks Scott.

Stiles looks over at Kennedy, "Because," He looks at Matt, and over at Scott. "He's evil."

"You just don't like him." Kennedy teases, a knowing smile tugs on her lips. Scott begins to chuckle at her.

"The guy-" Stiles exhales sharply, "Bugs me. I don't know what it is. Just look at his face."

Scott rolls his eyes. "You don't like him cause he likes Kennedy." The Stallard girl looks at Matt, who sends her a wave. She smiles, turning back to Scott and Stiles. "Are you two even going to talk about the fact that it's obvious you two have feelings for each other?"

Kennedy and Stiles look at each other. Stiles felt his heart beat faster as he stared at her brown eyes. However, both of them turned back to Scott. "Nope."

The McCall sighs, "Any other theories?" He says, gesturing to Matt.

"Erica hinted at knowing something about Jackson." Stiles added, causing Kennedy to shift her eyes to the blond. "She didn't give specifics, but we could try and ask."

Jackson suddenly stands up, groaning in pain. "I just need to get some water." He says to Mr. Harris as he walks away.

Harris stands up, looking at the students, "No one leaves their seats."

Scott, Stiles, and Kennedy wait for Harris to leave the room before rushing to Erica's table. "Stiles says you know how Jackson's parents died."

"Maybe."

Scott, who sat next to Kennedy, raises a brow. "Talk."

Erica closes her notebook. "It was a car accident. My dad was the insurance investigator, and every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting when he's 18." She explains.

"So not only is Jackson rich now, but he's getting even richer at 18?" Asks Stiles.

Erica nods slowly. "Yep."

"Maybe I should've gotten back with him." Mumbles the Stallard.

Stiles shakes his head. "There's something so deeply wrong with that." Erica looks down at her computer in thought.

"You know what? I could try to find the insurance report on my dad's inbox. He keeps everything." The blond says in thought.

The speaker above turns on, "Scott McCall, please report to the principal's office." Kennedy looks at Scott awkwardly.

The McCall shrugs, going to stand up when Kennedy pulls him down. "If it's something about Allison, just say you're with me or something."

Scott frowns. "Are you seriously asking me to tell the principal Im dating my best friend?" He asks.

"Yes! You can even tell them I'm pregnant!" Stiles chokes on air as Kennedy shoos Scott away, letting him go in his own direction.

Stiles looks over at the brunette, "That was the most random thing you've ever said." He says slowly, looking over at her. Kennedy smiles, shrugging simply. Erica continues to type, and Stiles thinks about the brunette girl once again. So much had changed for young Kennedy Stallard. And she was changing too. She was hopefully coming back to her normal self, with slight adjustments. There was still the slight increase of anger problems, as well as her becoming slowly, but surely, more bold with her feelings. But at the end of the day, Kennedy was still Kennedy.

The door opens, and in walks Jackson and Mr. Harris. Kennedy watched a sweaty and clearly distressed Jackson walk by, sitting back down in his seat. She narrowed her eyes, unsure what she was getting from him, but it wasn't normal.

"Whoa, look the dates." Says Stiles, causing Kennedy to snap out of her trance.

Erica looks at the document. "Passengers arrived at the hospital DOA. The estimated time of death 9:26 P.M., June 14, 1995." She reads.

Kennedys ears perk up. "Jackson's birthday is June 15th." She mentions, remembering that vividly. Stiles and Erica look at her, finding it a good piece of information.

Harris begins to gather his things, catching teens attentions. Everyone, but Kennedy, begin to gather their things. Kennedy holds up her fingers, counting to three. On three, Mr. Harris chuckles, and Kennedy knows she was right. "Oh, no, I'm sorry. Uh, yes, I'm leaving. But none of you are." Stiles slowly sits back down. "You may go when you're done with the re-shelving. Enjoy the rest of your evening." He walks off, leaving all of the teenagers in the library.

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When Scott walked back into the library, "So, what happened?" Kennedy asked as he walked to her first.

Scott sighs, "Allison's mom asked me if I was having sex with her daughter." He explained awkwardly. Kennedy giggled, covering her mouth with her hand.

"And? What did you say?" The Stallard asked, putting a book on a shelf. Scott shrugged, following her down the isle.

"I told her I wasn't. And then I even mentioned what you said." He explained.

Kennedy looks back at him. "You told Mrs. Argent I'm having sex with her daughters ex boyfriend?" She hisses.

Scott shrugs, "It's believable, isn't it!?" He asks, tossing his hands in the air.

The Stallard pauses, looking Scott up and down. "For you? Yes. For me? No." She chirped before walking by.

"What- What's that supposed to even mean?" Scott inquired. Kennedy rolled her eyes.

"It means, that you're not my type. Hence me never having a crush on you." Kennedy explained to him.

Scott scoffs. "Ouch." He mumbled. Kennedy smiled, putting another book up. "So I'm not your type, but Stiles is?" He asks, confused.

Kennedy glances at the McCall. "Stiles with long hair will be way hotter than buzzcut McGee over there." She explained. "And when that day comes, I will-"

"I don't wanna know!" Scott cuts in, walking away quickly. Kennedy snickers, following him to where Stiles and Allison were.

That was when Stiles caught the McCall up on everything they had discovered while he was gone. "It means he was born after his mom died by C-section. They had to pull him out of her dead body." Stiles explained.

Allison rose a brow. "So was it an accident or not?" She asked.

Kennedy shrugged, leaning against the bookshelf. "The word all over the report is inconclusive." She whispers.

"Then his parents could have been murdered?" Scott asked, shocked.

Stiles nodded slowly, "If they were, then it falls in line with the kanima myth. You know?" He glances between his friends. "It seeks out and kills murderers."

"But for Jackson? Or the person controlling him?" Asks Allison. The four all look at each other, none of them sure what to say.

"We have to talk to him. We have to tell him." Scott rambles.

"He's not gonna l-" Allison begins, but Scott is already walking away.

Kennedy rolls her eyes, following Scott. The two of them pause, seeing a book laying on the ground. Kennedy frowns, her and her friend creeping towards the isle it was in front of. Kennedy looks over, seeing Matt. The cut on the back of his neck causes Kennedy's eyes to widen. Scott ran to Matt, while Kennedy ran back to Allison and Stiles.

Lights and books begin to shatter and fall. "Erica!" Scott shouts. Stiles looks around in confusion until suddenly Kennedy lets out a shout, tackling him and Allison to the ground just in time before books and lights fall around them. Kennedy looks up, hearing Erica let out a scream. She crawls to her feet, watching a half kanima Jackson shove back Scott. Kennedy roars, running at the Whittemore. She sends him to the ground, but with a swift movement he tosses her to the side, her back hitting against a cart. Scott reaches for her, pulling the girl back to the isle with Allison and Stiles.

The creepy half Jackson half Kanima slowly looked up at the ceiling above, almost moving like a puppet as his arm slowly raised. Kennedy and her friends watched in confusion as he began to write on the board.

STAY OUT OF MY WAY OR ILL KILL ALL OF YOU

Suddenly, Jackson leaped out of the library through a window, leaving all of the teens behind. Kennedy moved quickly, running to find Erica. "Oh my god, guys!" She shouted. Stiles looked over, seeing Kennedy kneeing over a shaking Erica. "I think she's having a seizure." She ushered out.

Allison ran to Matt. "He's alive." She said.

Stiles picked up Erica in his arms. "Hey, we need to get her to a hospital."

Erica grabbed the Stilinski's arm. "Derek, only to Derek."

"When we get her to the hospital-"

Erica cuts off Scott. "To Derek. To Derek."

Allison looks up. "Go." She told her boyfriend.

Scott moved around to talk to Allison. Stiles glanced at Kennedy, watching her pull Ericas face to her hands. "Erica, Erica I'm right here. We'll get you to Derek, okay?  I'm not letting you out of my sight until you're okay." Kennedy explained to the blond. Stiles felt a weird feeling as he watched the girl he adored nurture someone he saw as an enemy, but she saw as a friend. In fact, Kennedy was probably the only person who cared for Erica as a person, and not a pack member. And to Stiles, that only made her more perfect.

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At the abandoned train station, Derek assisted the boys with Erica. "Hold her up."

Stiles looked around worriedly. "Is she dying?"

"She might, I-" Derek glanced at Kennedy, who had a knowing expression. He pursed his lips. "Which is why this is gonna hurt." He uttered out.  Grabbing the base of Erica's forearm, he twisted it quickly, and Kennedy could hear the snapping of her friend's bones.

Erica screams in agony, causing Stiles to jump back. "You broke her arm!" He shouted, annoyed.

"It'll trigger the healing process. I still gotta get the venom out." Said Derek through Erica's screams. "This is where it's really gonna hurt."

Kennedy grabbed onto Erica as Derek dug his claws into her wrist. Erica screamed in pain, and Kennedy tightened her grip. Stiles and Scott watched a veiny black pattern come from Kennedy's hands. She was taking Erica's pain. Erica gasped as she looked up, "Kennedy," She breathed.

The brunette girl shook her head, "You're okay," She cooed, brushing Erica's hair out of her face. "I promise."

After a few moments, Erica sits in the train with Stiles while Kennedy and Scott walk out with Derek. "You know who it is." Said Scott. Kennedy looked at her cousin with an upset look. Derek sighed as he turned to look at the two teens.

"Jackson."

"You just wanted Erica to confirm it, didn't you?" Scott asked. Derek nodded slowly. Kennedy glanced at Scott, the two of them realizing that maybe after all, this wasn't about picking sides. It was about saving potential victims from Jackson.

Kennedy closed her eyes for a moment, before looking at the Hale. "We're gonna help you stop him. As part of your pack." She said finally.

Derek looked up in surprise. "If you want us in, fine. But we'll do it on one condition." Said Scott. Kennedy stared at her cousin with an emotionless look. "We're gonna catch him, not kill him."

"And?" Derek asked, crossing his arms.

"And we do it my way."

Kennedy walked into the train, seeing Erica sitting up right at a seat. "How are you feeling?" She asked.

The blond looked up, "You know, broken arms." She half heartedly joked. Kennedy sat down, looking over. "Why did you help me?"

The brunette looked over, raising a brow. "Why wouldn't I?" She followed.

Erica shrugged, looking at her arm again. "Because I've almost killed your friends, I'm in your cousins pack, and I definitely didn't deserve it." She rambled.

"But you're still my friend." Kennedy stated. Erica looked up in confusion. "Erica, this stuff is a lot more complicated than we're on different sides so we can't be friends. And sure, you didn't deserve my help, but that doesn't mean you don't deserve my friendship." The two girls looked at each other, "I care about you, okay? Don't forget that." Erica nodded shyly, and Kennedy stood up. The blond werewolf held her arm in thought, watching as the Stallard walked away.

NATALIA'S NOTES
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me @ ben for calling my kennedy a monster: 🤺

lol anyways, i like this chapter!! we get some kennedy & stiles content (still trying to decide their ship name). & soon i will be exploring kennedy's dynamic with characters we'll be with more during s3 like isaac (it's complicated lol).

i'm going to have friend & siblings over this weekend & then we're all going on vacation so i might not be as active this week, & then i'm going to be going back to work soon! so writing might start slowing down (ugh)

also, i've been talking to my friends about the plot this story is taking cause i have all the way to 6A planned (loosely, very loosely planned), & GOD I CANT WAIT FOR S5 EVEN IF THAT ENTIRE SEASON MAKES ME ANXIOUS.

OKAY, QUESTION,

so as we know, season 3B is about void stiles! i was wondering what you think kennedy would be like in this moment? let's assume by this point they're definitely on a more than friend basis (like almost a dating dynamic) & stuff. cause i don't THINK kennedy would willingly do evil shit with void to keep stiles safe, but idk what she'd do, you know? so give me your opinion on that & anything you want to see in this story to be explored & such.

this is a long authors note, but i've been REALLY lonely this week lmao, so that's why. i hope you're all having an amazing time & i'll see you soon!