THIRTY-ONE 

Stiles had ended up calling the police and the police had shown up including his dad. How were we supposed to explain this to Stiles' dad? It's not gonna end well, that's what. Danny ended up being on a stretcher and taken to the hospital with the help of a couple of ambulances. Poor boy, didn't deserve this. 

Though Danny wasn't the only one in the stretcher, there were other people in stretchers, too. I wait patiently in the Jeep, with Jackson lying in the back with her, wanting one of the boys to come back to give her the good and bad news.

I let out a puff of cold air, the Jeep seemed to be colder, or maybe it was just me. She noticed Scott jumping into the passenger side of the Jeep, as well as Stiles in the drivers. Finally, they're here 

"Couldn't get anything out of Danny," Scott told us, glancing over at me, before looking back at Stiles.  

"Okay, can we just get the hell outta here now, before one of my dad's deputy's see me?" Stiles quickly asked, and I nodded in agreement. That's when one of the police cars pulled up in front of the Jeep, trapping the Jeep so Stiles couldn't go anywhere. "Oh, my god. Could this get any worse?" It was Stiles' dad, the Sheriff. Oh boy. 

Jackson let's out a loud moan as if to say "yes," I turned to Jackson before Stiles could snap at him. "That was rhetorical!" I quickly snapped at Jackson, it was his fault we were in this situation.

"Get rid of him," Scott hissed at Stiles.

"Get rid of him? We're at a crime scene and he's the Sheriff!" Stiles hissed back. 

"Do something!" I joined in, and exhale. Stiles quickly got out of the car and went to talk to his dad before Jackson slowly sat up, exhausted.

"What... what's going on?" Jackson mumbled and I flicked his legs off my legs. Ew. 

"Jackson, Jackson, be quiet." Scott told Jackson quickly, before placing him back down in the back of the seat. 

"What do we do now?" I mumbled quietly to Scott, watching out the window and Scott lets out a sigh.

Jackson moaned again, and I rolled my eyes. "Jackson, be quiet," Scott shushed him.

Jackson then fully got up. "What's happening?"

"Jackson, I'm sorry, but..." Scott then punched Jackson, knocking him out and he passed out onto the seat again. "So... you and Stiles?" 

"Really, you want to talk about this now?" I asked, rolling my eyes. 

"Come on, it's serious!" Scott told me. "Are you seriously in love with him?" 

I paused. "Yeah, no doubt about it." I said. "Calm your farm there, boy. Stiles and I really, really like each other. Love each other even." 

"I know but if he breaks your heart, I'm-" 

"Scott, he's your best friend, he won't do that to me. If he truly loves me, he won't break my heart." I said. "And I really do love him, Scott." 

Scott's eyes widen. "Then he really-" 

"Can we stop having this conversation now, please?" I snap. I don't really want to talk about this. Stiles then quickly jumped back into the driver's seat and Stiles couldn't really tell, but Scott was glaring at him. 

"What do we do?" Scott asked aloud and Scott raised his hands and waved to the Sheriff, and so did I. Scott had relaxed his shoulders and sighed.   

"Uh, what about your house?" Stiles asked.

"Not with our mum there!" Scott panicked. "We need to take him somewhere where we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him. Or long enough to convince him he's dangerous."

"I still say we just kill him," I said. We were in the Jeep on the road, trying to figure out plan B.

Scott turns to me. "We're not killing him." Scott told her firmly and she shrugged her shoulders.

"Okay, okay, I got an idea." Stiles annouced.  

"Does it involve breaking the law?" Scott asked and I snorted.

"By now, don't you think that's a given?" I asked, leaning towards the front with a smile.

"I was just trying to be optimistic," Scott told them.

"Don't bother," Stiles agreed with me.  

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We had chained Jackson up in the back of a prison transport police truck, that we had stolen and brought to the Hale house, and chained Jackson up there and we wait outside the house with the truck that Jackson's in, me and Stiles leaning against the tree, with Scott standing opposite us. 

"How long until he wakes up-"

"Stiles! Stacey! McCall! I'm gonna kill you! I'm killing Stacey first!" My eyes widen at the amount of venom that was in Jackson's voice. Well, he's up.

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Stiles and I entered the prison transport, with an angry Jackson. We missed school and Scott went back to it. "Okay, I brought you some food..."

"Let me out, now!" Jackson had quickly cut of Stiles as he closes the door and I took a seat opposite Jackson much like Stiles did after he had closed the door. Okay, Jackson's angry, perfect. 

"You know, I put those pants on you, all right buddy? One leg at a time." Stiles chucks down the bag next to him, as Jackson sits opposite me and Stiles. "Being up all close and personal with your junk wasn't exactly a highlight of my day, so don't think that this is fun for us either. You know we're actually doing you a favor?"

"This is doing me a favor?" Jackson asked, and I nodded, pressing my back against the cold and hard metal. I shiver. 

"Yes." I spat, I'm so sick of Jackson's attitude. "You're... you're killing people! To death. Yeah, and until we can figure out how to stop you, you're gonna stay in here. I'm sorry, now... do you want the ham and cheese, or the Turkey Club?"

Stiles showed an example of the two sandwiches held up. "You actually think my parents won't be looking for me?" Jackson asked, with a scoff at the end. Did I mention Jackson was shirtless, and that he had abs? 

"Uh, well... not if they don't think anything's wrong." Stiles chucks Jackson the ham and cheese sandwich and brought out Jackson's phone out of Stiles' pocket, holding a text message that sent to Jackson's dad.  

Jackson's eyes widen. I smirked, that's right, we've got you. 

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 "Scales?" Jackson confirms we were explaining what Jackson was. Kanima. Since he doesn't know. "Like a fish?"

"No, more like a reptile," I said putting my feet up on the opposite side of the seat, relaxing. "Um, you have claws this liquid that paralyzes people, and you have a tail."

"I have a tail?"

"Yeah, you have a tail." Stiles nodded.

"Mm. Does it do anything?"

"No, no that I know of."

Jackson moves forward. "Can I use to strangle either one of you?"

"Yeah, you still don't believe us." I muttered under my breath and looked at Stiles for a quick moment before backing at Jackson. 

"All right. The night of the semi-final game, what did you do right after?" Stiles asked.

"I went home." Jackson was annoyed.

"Are you sure about that?" Stiles raised his eyebrow.

"Yes, you idiot." Jackson snapped. "What the hell else would I do?"

"You attacked me, Derek, and Stiles at the school, and you trapped us in the pool." I explained.

"You also killed a mechanic... right in front of me, by the way," Stiles added. "That was lovely, and one of Argent's hunters. Oh, and last night, you tried to kill Danny,"

"Why would I want to kill my best friend?" Jackson asked.

"Well, that's what Scott's trying to figure out right now." I shrugged.

"Mm. What, maybe, he should be trying to figure out is how he's going to pay for a lawyer when I prosecute your asses all the way to jail!" Jackson yelled.

"All right, well tell us this. On the night of the first full moon, what happened?"

"Nothing." Jackson slumps in his seat. "Nothing happened."

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I lean against the vehicle, with Stiles as he texts his Jackson's dad a message. I crossed her arm, looking at the ground.

That's when I heard a rustling sound somewhere along the ground. Someone then touched me and I jumped, making Stiles jump.

"Oh, my god!" I hissed and looked at Allison.

"They know." Allison rushed out. 

"What?" Stiles asked.

"They know Jackson's missing." Allison panicked.

"No, they can't I've been texting his parents since last night they don't have a clue." Stiles said, looking at his phone.

"My grandfather told me his parents went to the police. They know." Allison rushed out again, oh god. Stiles held up Jackson's phone and his mouth dropped realizing what he had done. Allison steps back.  

Stiles dropped the phone, and opened the door to the van and turned on the radio receiver that ran through the police station.

"All available units proceed to Beacon Hills preserve as instructed. Proceed with caution until Sheriff Stilinski's arrival." Stiles turned to me and I was standing close behind him. "Repeat: proceed with caution." 

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"Where are we going?" Allison asked as I squeezed on Allison's lap, with Stiles in the driver seats. We had to get away from here. Stiles was frantically typing on Jackson's phone, and he threw it out the window. 

"Somewhere very far from here this." Stiles muttered.

Stiles then drives, and we were off again.

✢ 

Allison, me, Scott, and Stiles all walk to the edge of the cliff that was at Beacon Hills LookOut point. "If Jackson doesn't remember being the Kanima, he's definitely not gonna remember stealing Danny's tablet." Scott told his friends.  

"Why would he steal the thing if he doesn't even know what's on it?" Stiles asked in frustration.

"What if someone else took it?" Allison asked.

"Then somebody else knows what he is." I said worriedly.

"Which could mean someone's protecting him." Scott concluded.

"Like the bestiary says, the Kanima seeks a friend, right?" Allison asked.

"Okay, hold on." Stiles paused. "So, somebody watches Jackson make a video of himself turning into the Kanima, and then just erases part of it so he wouldn't know? I mean, who would do that?"

"Somebody wanted to protect him?" I questioned and frowned.

"There's something else." Scott started. "You said the only thing you found online about the Kanima is that it goes after murderers. What if that's actually true?"

"Well, no, it can't be." Stiles denied. "Tried to kill all of us, remember? I don't know about you three, but I haven't murdered anybody lately,"

"But I-I don't think that it was actually trying to kill us." Scott said and turned to Allison. "Remember when we were at Isaac's the first time, it just went right by us, didn't it?"

"You're right, it just ran off." Allison nodded.

"And it didn't kill you or Stacey in the mechanic's garage," Scott told Stiles.

"Well, yeah, but it tried to kill me, Derek, and Stacey in the pool," Stiles added.

"Did it?"

"It would've. It was waiting for us to come out." Stiles said.

"What if it was trying to keep you guys in?" Scott suggested.

"Why do I feel so violated all of a sudden?" Stiles asked.

"Because there's something else going on," Scott said. "We don't know what it is. We don't know anything about it what's going on with Jackson, or why someone's protecting him."

"Know thy enemy," Allison spoke. "Just something my grandfather said."

"All right, I got it." I spoke up. "Kill Jackson." Stiles clicked his fingers and pointed towards me, obviously agreeing.

"Problem solved."  

"He risked his life for us." Scott said to Stiles. "Against Peter, you remember that?"

"Yes, but what did we just find out?" Stiles asked. "He got the bite from Derek. It's funny how he just got exactly what he wanted by supposedly risk his life for us, it's funny,"  

"Yeah, it doesn't mean not worth saving." Scott defended.

"It's always something with him, though." 

"He doesn't know what he's doing." Scott reminded him.

"So what?"

"So, I didn't either." Scott looked at Stiles and Stiles sighed. "You remember when I almost killed you and Jackson?" Scott asked Allison, looking at her. Allison nodded softly. "I had someone to stop me. He has nobody,"

"That's his own fault," Stiles said lowly, I didn't like it when these two fight. Me and Allison were both uncomfortable.

Scott scoffed a little. "Doesn't matter. If we can save him, we should try," 

✢

Someone had to look after Jackson, which was me. I was leaning on the police truck, Allison and Scott were probably having sex in the car, and Stiles went to talk to Lydia. The lookout point really was beautiful. 

I close my eyes and lean against the truck. Has my life really come to this? 

"Hey, you okay?" My eyes snap open, and I saw it was only Stiles standing next to me.

"Your back." I nodded. Stiles chuckled, and brought his hand in mine. 

"Yeah, I'm back." Stiles softly said. "I'll always be back for you." I sighed, just the words I wanted to hear. 

I smile, then I grabbed both of his hands and pulled him over to the Lookout Point. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" I ask, sighing. I turn around and saw that Stiles was looking at me. "What?" 

"How did I get so lucky?" Stiles exhales, looking at me. I chuckle, I'm not that special. I bite my lower lip, and I step closer, looking at his lips. I then wrapped my hands around his neck and I connected our lips, the familiar sparks flying out of us. 

We then hear a loud crash, and our lips disconnect. Our eyes look over to the police van and we walk over to it, what the hell was that? We look inside, and well, Jackson was gone. 

We looked at each other, oh boy. 

We walked over to Scott and Allison, and tapped on the window. They both were sleeping in the backseat and gasped. "You guys might want to take a look at this."  

✢

"I have to tell my father." Allison spoke. Scott then slowly moved around the van, Stiles, Allison, and myself followed. "Scott. He's going to kill someone."

"Okay, tell him." Scott finally said. "Tell him everything."

"Scott, I gotta tell mine too." Stiles added.

"This is my fault." Scott said. We gotta tell mum as well. 

"It's not." Allison protested, shaking his head. "But we have to tell them. We're just a bunch of teenagers. We can't handle this."

"You're right." Scott agreed.

"How are you gonna make your dad believe all this?" Allison asked, looking at me and Stiles.  

"I don't know." Stiles replied at the same time.

Scott then turned around, and flashed his golden eyes. "He'll believe me." 

"Oh, and me." I flashed my white eyes at them, smirking. How they did I just do that? I don't know, still freaking me out as well. 

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Scott, Stiles, myself, all entered the station. "Can you buzz me in? I need to see my dad." Stiles mumbled to the office lady, who nodded and buzzed us in.  

Scott, Stiles, and I entered Stiles' dad office. My mouth slightly dropped as she sees Jackson sitting on the couch, with a smile looking their way, his dad looking down at him, (Jackson was in the Sheriff's jacket).

"Stacey, Stiles, Scott." Sheriff looked at the kids standing there in shock. "Perfect timing. Have you met Jackson's father, Mr. David Whittmore? Esquire."  

Jackson leans forward. "That means lawyer." Stiles turned to me in shock, Jackson wasn't kidding. 

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