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'you want to talk about something?'
'it can wait. at least until your dick is out of my sight. no offence but i can't take you seriously with it just dangling about in my face'

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Lottie was on a three way call with Allison who was still at her house, and Scott and Stiles who were both still at the station. She had made a quick detour for her car before heading to the station.

"If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing then he probably doesn't know someone's controlling him." Allison explained to the boys.

"Or doesn't remember." Scott suggested.

"What if it's the same kind of thing that happened to Lydia when she took off from the hospital?" Stiles offered too.

"A fugue state. He'll have no memory, no idea, no nothing." Lottie sighed into the speaker.

"But he had help with one thing. The video. Someone else helped him forget that..." Stiles thought aloud.

"Whoever's controlling him." Scott concluded.

"Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?" Allison asked, not entirely convinced as Lottie pulled into the station car park.

"He thinks he's still becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing." Scott explained.

"So do we try and convince him that's not the case?"

"If it'll work? At this point we haven't got many options." Lottie exited her car and walked into the station, smiling at the Deputy behind the desk who just waved her past. "Fuck knows, if he'll listen though."

"You think he'll talk to us after what we did?" Allison asked, having not heard what Lottie had just said.

"Yeah." Scott answered hesitantly as he saw Lottie approach, grimacing at her expression. "Totally." He replied. They all hung up and Lottie sat outside the interrogation room as Stiles and Scott were questioned about kidnapping Jackson. Clearly Jackson hadn't mentioned Lottie's name or else she'd be in there too. They were out quickly and the boys walked out with Stilinski walking out behind them.

"Little Lotts." He nodded, knowing full well she was involved but not in the mood to berate her too. "Do I need to remind you how lucky we are that they're not pressing charges?" He said to Stiles.

"It was a joke. I didn't know it would be taken this seriously. Humour's very subjective, Dad. We're talking about multiple levels of interpretation."

"And how exactly should I interpret the stolen Prison Transport Van?" Stilinski asked, a raised brow.

"We filled the tank." Stiles offered lamely as he shrugged, Lottie hid a smirk behind her hand, not wanting to be in the firing line. Stilinski sighed before turning back to the interrogation room, leaving them to watch Scott get torn a new one by Melissa.

"It's not just this. Although, a restraining order is a low I didn't think you'd reach quite this soon. It's everything on top of it. The completely bizarre behaviour, the late nights coming home, having to beg Mr. Harris to let you make up the Chemistry test you missed." Melissa ranted.

"I missed a Chemistry test?" Scott asked as Lottie cringed, she gestured for him to cut it out behind Melissa but he'd already put himself in it at this point.

"Really, Scott? Really? I have to ground you. I'm grounding you. You're grounded."

"What about work?" Scott asked, confused.

"Fine. Other than work. And no TV." Melissa said as Lottie let out a sigh, that wasn't too bad a punishment, that was until Scott continued to make it worse.

"The TV is broken." Lottie rolled her eyes and groaned, turning and banging her forehead against Stiles' chest as he held her in his arms, laughing silently.

"Then no computer."

"I need my computer for school."

"Then no... No Stiles and Lottie." At the mention of their names, Lottie and Stiles jump up.

"No Stiles?" "No Lottie?" The two question at the same time, taking a step towards Melissa, only to take a giant step back when Melissa raised her voice.

"NO STILES AND NO LOTTIE."

"And no more car privileges. Give me your key." Melissa held out her hand for Scott's keys, struggling to take the key off his keychain herself. "Oh for the love of God..."

"Mom, let me do it. Mom? Mom, will you just--Mom." Scott took the keys of his mum as Lottie looked at him sadly.

"What's going on with you? Is this about Allison?" Melissa asked as Lottie and Stiles shook their heads vehemently behind her.

"Do you really want to know?" Scott asked almost forcefully. Lottie and Stiles continued to shake their heads, making gestures to dissuade his decision.

"Yes." Melissa almost pleaded, only to not allow Scott to answer before giving him a lie to run with. "Is it about your father?" Stiles nods his head furiously as Scott sighed. "It is, isn't it." Scott nodded, not happy to be lying to his mum but knowing it was safer.

"Okay, we'll talk about it at home. I'll bring the car around." Melissa left and Stiles and Lottie stood in her place.

"I'm the worst son ever." Scott sighed.

"Yeah I'm not winning any prizes either." Stiles groaned as he looked through the window of the interrogation room and saw Jackson's parents tearing his dad a new one. The trio turned to Jackson who gave the boys a smirk before smiling softly at Lottie. He wasn't really annoyed at her, she always looked out for him really.

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Somewhere deep in an abandoned railway station stood Derek with Isaac and Erica close behind him. They all looked frustrated.

"Why do we need their help?" Isaac asked, not particularly wanting to have to face Lottie again, he knew he'd hurt her feelings, he'd hurt his own in the process, but he had a pack now, he couldn't mess that up.

"Because it's harder to kill than I thought and I still don't know who it is." Derek fumed, annoyed he couldn't figure out who it was.

"You think they do?" Isaac questioned, not entirely sure that theory was wrong.

"​​Maybe. Which is why one of you is going to get on their good side."

"Which one? Scott, Stiles or Lottie? That one might be a bit hard for me, we don't exactly see eye to eye." Erica smirked. At this point it was just fun to get under her skin, she had big plans for her underwater friend.

"Leave Tiny out of this. Scott or Stiles, either I don't care." Derek answered, he also was still feeling the sting from Lottie's rejection. He missed her sarcastic quips and her care for him, he had royally fucked up but as an Alpha with a pack of his own, he needed to look out for them now.

"The full moon's coming, Derek." Isaac pointed out as Derek began to take out some medieval looking torture restraints.

"I'm very aware of that."

"Those look fun." Erica looked down at the restraints sarcastically.

"You said you were going to teach us how to change whenever we wanted." Isaac almost whined, he hated not having control.

"There hasn't been time." Derek replied, getting more frustrated by the minute.

"But if you have to lock us up on the full moon, that means you're alone against the Argents, right?" Isaac persisted.

"They haven't found us-" Derek started, only to be interrupted by Isaac again.

"Yet. So how about we forget the Kanima–" Isaac offered, but Derek had reached his boiling point, letting a roar echo throughout the train station.

"We can't. There was something about the way Gerard looked at it. He wasn't afraid. At all. I don't know what he knows or what he's planning. But I'm sure about one thing... We have to find it first." Derek told his betas,.

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Lottie stood with Scott and Stiles on one side of the bookshelves in the library as Allison stood the other side, sliding the trio a folder of everything Lydia had transcribed from the Archaic Latin.

"It's everything Lydia could translate. And trust me, she was very confused." Allison explained.

"What did you tell her?" Scott asked.

"That we're part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures."

"Me and Lottie are part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." Stiles smiled as he turned to high-five Lottie; she indulged him happily as Allison looked surprised.

"Oh. Good." She stuttered hoping she hadn't offended them.

"Does it say how to find out who's controlling him?" Scott asked optimistically.

"Not really. But Stiles was right about murderers. It calls the Kanima a weapon of vengeance. There's a story in there about a South American priest who used the Kanima to execute murderers in his village–" Allison began until Stiles interrupted.

"So maybe it's not all bad."

"Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to." Allison finished.

"Of course. Why can't anything be easy?" Lottie sighed.

"Here's the thing, though. The Kanima's actually supposed to be a werewolf. But it can't be until..." Allison paused as a teacher walked past, but Scott took the tablet and began to read off it.

"Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it."

"If that means Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could've told you that myself." Stiles retorted, groaning when Lottie hit him on the shoulder.

"What if it has to do with his parents? His real parents." Allison asked.

"Does anybody actually know what happened to them?"

"Lydia might, but she'd never tell us. She'd never betray his trust like that." Lottie told the group.

"Well, he doesn't have a restraining order against me so I'll try and talk to him." Allison offered.

"What do I do?" Scott asked, looking for help from Allison. Lottie and Stiles took a step back, allowing them to have their moment.

"You've got a make-up exam, remember? For a few hours you need to concentrate on not failing out of high school. Otherwise, you're not going to be helping anyone. Promise me."

"Okay. But if Jackson does anything, you run the other way." Scott told his girlfriend as Lottie grinned, completely in love with their love.

"I can take care of myself." Allison promised.

"If you get hurt while I'm busy with a stupid test, someone's going to need to take care of me. If he does anything..."

"Like what?" Allison asked.

"Anything weird, bizarre, anything."

Stiles thought this was the perfect time to get back involved and shoved his head between the shelves, "Anything evil." He added, complaining when he hit his head as Allison shoved his head back through the shelves.

"I can always go with you? I don't mind." Lottie offered. "And besides, you guys know I'm not exactly defenceless." She said, flashing her eyes quickly.

"Sure thing Lottie, let's go." Allison smiled.

"Lotts wait!" Stiles held her back, now it was Allison and Scott's turn to give them privacy. "Be careful. You- you're only just figuring everything out. I don't- I can't bear the thought of anything happening to you." Stiles pleaded as he swallowed.

"Stiles. Look at me." She said, guiding his face to look at her. "I'll be fine okay. Nothing's gonna happen to me. I promise."

"I just- I lo- I care about you a lot okay?" He stuttered, catching himself mid-confession.

"I care about you too, more than you'll ever understand. But I'm just going to talk to him okay? I'll see you soon." She reached up and kissed his cheek lightly, squeezing his hand three times before going over to Allison and linking arms with her.

"Oh you are so smitten with him, Charlotte Bailey." Allison teased.

"I know." Lottie mumbled with a shy grin as Allison giggled and poked her in the side. Scott smiled when he heard her confession, turning to Stiles he began his part of matchmaker.

"When are you gonna ask her out?"

"Wha- Scott you know I can't. It'll ruin everything." Stiles sighed as they made their way out of the library.

"But you told me the other day that you guys had a moment - a couple of moments actually - surely if she felt awkward they wouldn't keep happening. I think you should go for it. I think you'd be surprised." Scott didn't want to betray Lottie and tell Stiles, but he just needed to apply enough pressure.

"Now isn't really the time? I mean we are chasing after one of her friends who is a homicidal lizard. Doesn't really inspire romance. And if I'm going to do it, I'm gonna do it properly."

"Awww, Stiles is in love." Scott teased, rubbing his hand over Stiles' buzzcut as he put him in a headlock.

"Yeah, don't I know it." He grumbled with a smile on his face.

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Allison and Lottie were walking down the school corridor when they spotted Jackson. Their heels clicking across the linoleum floor attracting his attention, they both hid behind some lockers when Jackson turned to face them. Looking at each other, they slip off their heels and begin walking down the corridor in sock clad feet when Jackson suddenly clutched his head, as if in agonising pain.

"Jackson?" Lottie called out cautiously. But he doesn't hear her and begins to speed down the corridor and made his way to the boys locker room. Now both Lottie and Allison were more than concerned and sped up down the corridor, closing their distance on him. Lottie reached for the door first when it swung open. She shoved Allison out of eyesight just in case, but blinked back in surprise when she saw Matt.

"Matt?" He flinched back in surprise.

"​​You scared the hell out of me." He confessed as Lottie looked behind him distracted.

"I was just, just looking for something, nothing, nevermind."

"Nice heels." He compliments, looking down at the heels in Lottie's hand.

"Oh, my feet were hurting. Six inch heels aren't as comfortable as the movies make out." She lied.

"That's why I don't wear mine." He joked, only to be met with silence and Lottie focused on the area behind him again. "Forget it. Um... Hey, did you hear about the underground show? I guess they've got some big name spinning."

"What? Like a rave?" She asked, distracted.

"Is it still a rave if you don't roll? I just call it a concert. I've got a hook-up for tickets if you're down. Should I grab you one?" He asked nervously.

"Yeah. Sure. Sounds great." She replied, not actually listening to him.

"Great. It's Friday. I look forward to it." He beamed walking away, as the realisation set in that Lottie may have agreed to a date with Matt. She turned to call after him when Jackson cried out. Looking panicked at Allison she blanched.

"We'll deal with Matt later. We need to help Jackson."

"Stiles is gonna hate me." Lottie pouted quietly.

"He could never hate you, come on." Allison sympathised as Lottie ran in after her.

"Jackson?" Lottie called out as she entered the locker room, the sound of running water reaching her ears. She immediately tensed, knowing that her control over her transformations wasn't the best normally, let alone this close to the moon. She nodded to Allison and the two proceeded with caution.

"Lottie?" Jackson called out monotonously. Lottie knew there was something wrong at that moment; he never called her anything but Lotso. Holding her hand up to Allison, Lottie continued on alone. "I'm in here."

"Oh my God. Not again." Lottie gasped in surprise as Jackson stood butt naked in the shower, facing Lottie giving her a full display of his junk. Covering her eyes she stayed where she was.

"Something wrong?" Jackson asked.

"You could've given me the heads up. Can you just cover it or something, my arms are starting to ache from covering my eyes." Lottie heard faint footsteps fading as she tried not to internally fume at Allison leaving. She just hoped she was getting more help, this was going to end badly, Lottie could tell.

"You're the one who walked into the Boy's Locker Room." He pointed out as he turned off the shower and strategically placed himself between Lottie and the exit. "You want to talk about something?" He asked.

"It can wait. At least until your dick is out of my sight. No offence but I can't take you seriously with it just dangling about in my face." She retorted as she uncovered her eyes, making sure to only look Jackson in the eyes.

"Come on. Let's talk. You can't be that bothered or you'd have left already." Jackson smirked.

"I haven't left because I want to speak to Jackson. I don't think I'm speaking to him right now." Lottie picked at her nails bored as Jackson closed in on her.

"Has the famous Charlotte Bailey finally lost it? I am Jackson. And I am right here. And yet... nothing. Your heart isn't even flickering." He asked confused as a drop of venom stuck to his finger as his nails began to extend into claws.

Meanwhile Allison ran into Stiles as her heart pounded, unbeknownst to her, Scott could hear it pounding from his seat. "Lottie- Jackson- trouble." She panted. Stiles ran. He left Erica stood in the corridor, her confession of an old crush still in the air. Lottie was in trouble. He didn't need to be told twice. Allison followed after him and little did they both know Scott wasn't far behind. Needless to say, Lottie didn't need their help.

Lottie looked down at the extended claw as Jackson ran it up her bare thigh, rolling her eyes she sighed. "Jackass? Please piss off before I do something you won't enjoy." She smiled at him, until he stroked her face with his claws, the venom dripping down her face.

"I thought you wanted to talk?" He asked, an unnerving undertone in his voice as he completely invaded Lottie's space, a breath of space left between them.

"Nope. Not when you're acting like this. I can smell your breath. Have you ever heard of a breath mint? I'll get you some for your birthday... God knows you need it." She mumbled trailing off as he tilted his head, looking at her. She slipped out of her place and began walking backwards trying to get some space between them. She glanced between Jackson and the shower heads. She could potentially shock him out of it if she could get the water going without transforming. She'd just been struggling with control the closer they got to the full moon.

"You sure? Because you look a little stressed. Is it Stiles? Is it that whole thing?" Jackson taunted as he stepped closer again.

"What Stiles thing Jackass? There is no Stiles thing." Lottie sighed, bored of getting nowhere.

"To be honest, I can't believe you actually like him? I mean defenceless little Stiles. Stiles, who couldn't say boo to a goose. Do you really think you'd last?" He taunted, too blind to see how Lottie had begun to visibly shake with anger. "You know he'll find someone more his speed one day right? Or die, I mean that's more likely, you do know that right? If you don't know that then you're the stupidest bitch in this town. Other than Stiles obviously. And McCall. God how do you put up with-"

He was cut off as Lottie threw a punch directly into his throat, knocking the wind out of him. Taking a quick glance to her left, she leaned over and turned on the taps, smirking when she physically felt the power take over her body. She quickly threw her hands out in front of her, guiding the water directly to Jackson, hitting him square in the face, taking away any breath he'd caught after being punched. He began to slip on the water but grabbed Lottie's sleeve, dragging her down with him. They landed on the floor with a thump. A combination of the water hitting him and the fall, slapped Jackson back to life.

"Lotso? What- what are you doing here?" Jackson stuttered before looking down and seeing himself naked, covering himself quickly. But Lottie didn't hear him, she lay under Jackson panicking, she was covered in water and had no control. When the water soaked through her clothes and covered her skin, she was fucked. Jackson stood quickly, pulling his shorts on as Allison, Stiles and Scott burst through the door. Scott immediately ran over to Jackson, pushing him up against the lockers as Allison stood in shock. Stiles was on autopilot and went straight over to the girl he loved. The girl who was bordering on a panic attack.

"Lottie, Lotts, what can I do?" Stiles asked.

"I need to be underwater. Right now. If I transform out of water the pain will feel like I'm being torn apart. It's too painful. Stiles I need water. I have minutes before I grow a fucking tail. " Lottie gasped between sentences as Stiles began to lift her in his arms. Scott threw Jackson across the room as Allison quickly scanned the empty hallway, nodding for Stiles to leave. But as they went to leave, the fight between Scott and Jackson escalated and they were suddenly flying through the door and into the now crowded hallway. Stiles panicked, looking at Allison.

"Allison, we need to get her to the pool. It's empty right now. Can you clear the way for me?" Stiles begged, Allison had already begun to move students out of the way, clearing the walkway for Stiles who was carrying a now tearful Lottie. "Almost there Lotts, not far." He whispered as he ran with the girl in his arms, albeit a bit clumsily but still, he didn't even register anything other than stopping her pain. The fight broke up moments after as Mr Harris came out and stopped it but Stiles didn't care. He'd made it to the empty pool. Quickly setting Lottie down, he locked the only entrance, ensuring nobody was able to enter. Then with delicate hands he lifted her again, taking her to the edge of the pool.

"I need to get these clothes off." She whined, breathlessly as she panted in pain, she was feeling how she felt the night she transformed except worse. Her skin felt like it was too tight for her bones and she'd been set alight. This was clearly a taster of what Mayalila meant about transforming out of water. She'd been submerging herself in the bath at home, practising her transformations. But with it being this close to the moon and the fact she wasn't submerged, just soaked in quick succession, she had no hope.

"Here let me help." Stiles gently removed her top, lifting it slowly over her head, making sure to keep his eyes on hers, not letting them stray. The first time he saw her naked would be in much different circumstances, well he hoped anyway. Slowly he lifted her so she could slide her skirt off, then he lowered her into the water, looking away as she slid off her underwear. Then she transformed. He kept his eyes closed until he was splashed suddenly. And there she was.

Lottie was grinning up at him, her head poking out of the water as she splashed him with her tail. Her eyes were their usual white but now he saw her fully transformed. Her tail glistened in the water, bobbing slowly as she kept herself floating, a beautiful pearlescent colour. His eyes raked up her body, noticing that she was telling the truth, she had no top on but her skin had fused in such a way you couldn't see anything, and gills were sliced into her ribs. Fins stuck out of her back as she swam in a circle. Her hands were webbed and had claws extended from her fingertips. She'd kept her teeth as her regular human ones, she'd learnt a bit more control than she'd thought. He was in awe. She swam up to the edge and rested her head on her arms as she put them on the side of the pool. He was speechless.

"You're ethereal Lottie." He breathed out as he sat by the edge of the pool. Lottie gulped, a blush taking over her pale features. She splashed him with her tail lightly.

"Big word there Stiles." She teased. Giving him a smirk she tugged his leg. "Fancy a dip?"

"If I had a towel and some clothes then sure but I-" He was cut off by gulping water as Lottie pulled him. As he broke the surface he was greeted with his favourite sound, Lottie laughing. And proper laughing, the sort of laughing you only let out when you are one hundred percent comfortable with someone. A snort escaped her which made her laugh harder as Stiles began to laugh with her.

"Sorry. I had to. I wanted better memories in this pool." She grinned shyly at him.

"It's okay. We're just gonna use it as a training exercise. You're gonna syphon all the water out of my clothes after this." Stiles grinned back. He watched her swim circles around him, reaching a hand out tentatively, wanting to touch her tail but hesitating.

"You can touch it, Stiles." She reassured. She lifted her tail, higher to the surface as she floated, wiggling it slightly to encourage him to do it. Slowly he stroked a gentle hand along her tail. He flinched when she laughed. "That tickles."

"Are you okay?" He asked seriously.

"Yeah. Sorry for the scare. It's so close to the moon and my control has been a bit crazy. I'm supposed to change on the moon to help with the transformations but obviously I'm still a newbie so it's kinda all over the place." She apologised sheepishly.

"Don't apologise. I just wish I could help more. What was it you said about transforming out of water?"

"Mayalila said that if I transform out of water, or unwillingly, it'll be the most awful, painful experience a being could have. It's like having your skin ripped off and your nerves set on fire. Something like that. What I just felt I imagine was one fiftieth of what that would be like." Lottie explained with a sigh.

"Well I'll never let that happen. I'll always be there for you okay? Always, you understand." Stiles promised, swimming up to the girl, holding his pinky out. She looped her pinky with his and smiled.

"And I'll be here for you always. Always and forever." She promised.

"Forever is an awfully long time." He smirked at her.

"Not long enough." She smirked back.

The two swam and splashed about for a little while longer before Stiles stepped out and kept his back to Lottie as she transformed back to her human self. Her practice went well as she syphoned all the water off the pair of them, leaving them completely dry, besides her hair which just wouldn't dry fully, before she changed back into her clothes. Holding out his hand, Stiles looked at Lottie with a smile. He felt honoured, he was the first person she told, the first person she showed. She trusted him completely and he knew there was no going back. She was it for him, he just needed the right time to confess his feelings.

They made to leave the pool when they bumped into the last person they wanted to see. Mr Harris. They looked at each other before looking back at the man.

"I don't even want to know what you two were doing. But at the very least you went for an unsupervised swim." Mr Harris started, making a point of lifting a strand of Lottie's hair up with his pen. "Detention. You can join your friends." He finished before walking off. Lottie sighed, turning to go to apologise when Stiles placed a finger against lips as she made to talk.

"Nope. No apologies. Ignoring the fact that it only happened because you were in pain, that was incredible. Now let's go find Scott." Stiles instructed her, smiling to himself when she nodded, looking a little dazed. It was the first time he'd noticed he'd had an effect on her. And he was ecstatic. 

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And that was how Lottie, Stiles, Scott, Allison, Jackson, Matt and Erica found themselves in detention together, crammed into the school library at three o'clock.

"We can't be in detention together. I have a restraining order against these tools." Jackson complained as he put his bag down on one of the tables.

"Just us tools." Scott pointed between himself and Stiles as Lottie made her way to a table in the back and sat with her head in her hands, the day had dragged on far too long for her liking.

"Fine. You two. Over there." Stiles and Scott made their way over to the table Lottie was sat on, Stiles maintaining his death glare at Jackson the entire time.

"I'm going to kill him." Scott said as he sat down.

"Not if I get there first. He's a pretentious little-"

"Neither of you are going to kill him. We're going to find out who's controlling him and we're going to help save him." Lottie groaned, keeping her head in her hands.

"No. Stiles was right, we should kill him." Scott high fived Stiles as he reached over to him. Lottie began to bang her head against the table, done with the talk of murdering Jackson. Stiles slid his jumper between her head and the table and swiftly changed the topic.

"What if it's Matt? This whole thing comes back to the video, right?"

"Danny said Matt's the one who figured out there were two hours of footage missing." Scott denied. This made Lottie sit up.

"That would make perfect sense. He'd be throwing everyone off his scent. Oh fuck..." Lottie groaned again.

"What?" Stiles asked.

"When I was looking for Jackson and really distracted, I think he asked me out... and I think I said yes?" She grimaced as Stiles' face dropped.

"You're going on a date with him?" He blanched.

"By accident? Maybe? I don't know. In my eyes it's just as acquaintances." She reassured as Stiles silently fumed.

"Guys, we'll pick up on this later. But let's focus on the Kanima problem. Besides, it's not like Lotts fancies him. So you guys are saying he made Jackson kill Isaac's father, one of Argent's hunters and the mechanic working on your Jeep?" Scott asked, distracting them both.

"Yes." They answered in sync.

"Why?"

"I don't have a reason yet. Come back to me in like three business days." Lottie replied, waving a hand in the air.

"I do. Because... he's... evil." Stiles thought on the spot, his argument weak.

"You just don't like him, Stiles." Scott concluded.

"The guy bugs me. I don't know why." The trio looked over to see Matt stuffing his face with potato chips, offering the bag to Jackson who glared at the boy.

"Any other theories?" Scott asked dejectedly.

Suddenly Jackson raised his hand and called out for Mr Harris, excusing himself to go to the bathroom. He was sweating profusely and looked awful.

"None of you, leave your seats." Mr Harris threatened as he left, following after Jackson. Immediately Scott and Stiles got up and ran over to Erica, Lottie followed behind sluggishly, the random transformation had wiped her.

"Stiles says you know how Jackson's parents died." Scott said to the blonde who smirked at the trio.

"Maybe."

"Erica. Our back and forth is normally amusing, today I have no patience. Talk." Lottie fumed, flashing her white eyes, compelling the girl.

"It was a car accident. My dad was the insurance investigator. Every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche he makes some comment about the huge settlement he's getting when he's eighteen." Erica began to explain.

"Hold on. Are you saying Jackson's not only rich, but he's going to get even richer at eighteen?" Stiles asked.

"Yep."

"There is something so deeply wrong with that." Stiles muttered as Lottie nodded vaguely.

"I could try to find the insurance report in my dad's dropbox. He keeps everything." Erica offered, opening her laptop up, not meeting Stiles' eyes.

"Why are you being so helpful?" Stiles asked.

"Maybe I never got over that crush." She muttered, not looking up. Unable to see how Lottie visibility flinched at the statement. Scott caught it though, catching Lottie's eye, he shook his head comfortingly, trying to tell her not to worry.

Everything made more sense then though, Erica acted out towards her because Lottie spent time with Stiles. It was a bit archaic and definitely set the feminist movement back about fifty years but she couldn't blame the girl. After all, she too had the world's biggest crush on the boy. She swore internally that she'd have a conversation with Erica soon, try and clear the air. So long as she didn't try and hurt Stiles or any of her friends again.

"Scott McCall to the Principal's Office, please." Victoria Argent called over the tannoy. Scott gulped as he looked over to Allison.

"To the gallows he goes. It was nice knowing you Scotty." Lottie grinned cheekily at the boy as he got up, Erica tried to hide her smirk at the siren's comment, failing miserably.

Jackson eventually re-entered the library looking dazed and ashen, but Lottie and Stiles were huddled around Erica's laptop looking at the insurance report.

"Look at the dates, look." Stiles said, pointing at the screen.

"--arrived to the hospital D.O.A. Both of them. Estimated time of death 9:26 pm, June 14th 1995." Erica read aloud.

"Guys, Jacksons birthday is the 15th." Lottie said grimly, suddenly feeling sick with sadness for the boy.

Before they can discuss their newest finding, Mr Harris began to put his things away, starting a chain reaction of everyone gathering their things. Until Mr Harris shut that down.

"Oh no, I'm sorry. Yes, I'm leaving, but none of you are. You may go when you're done with the reshelving." He informed the group. "Have a nice evening." He smiled happily, amused by their unhappiness.

Scott made his way back to the library, meeting Lottie, Stiles, Erica and Allison in an aisle as Stiles caught them up to speed.

"It means he was born after his mother died. By C-section. They had to pull him out of her dead body." He explained.

"So was it an accident or not?" Allison asked.

"The word all over the report is inconclusive." Stiles told her.

"Then his parents could have been murdered?" Scott theorised.

"If they were, it falls in line with the Kanima myth. It seeks out and kills murderers." Lottie explained.

"But for Jackson? Or for whoever's controlling him?" Scott asked. "We need to talk to him." He decided, making his way over to Jackson. But that's when he noticed something strange. Matt was laying, face down on the floor, a small slice in the back of his neck. Then the lights went out. "Erica! Lottie!" Scott called out, but Erica was already behind him, fangs bared and eyes flashing. Lottie was staying back with Allison and Stiles.

Something began moving above the stacks, more lights burst and shattered as Lottie dragged Stiles and Allison into a crouch, protecting them from the falling sparks.

"Look out!" She called out to them. But the figure was too fast and suddenly Erica was down. Lottie quickly raced for the girl, finding a scratch on the back of her neck. Lottie rolled Erica onto her back as Scott was thrown into a bookcase by a half transformed Jackson. The library fell silent. The group un-paralysed, looked over to Jackson to see him standing at a chalkboard, his eyes eerily similar to Lottie's completely blank white, no irises. He slowly lifted his arm like a puppet on a string and began to write blindly on the board, never once looking at what he was writing.

Stay out of my way. Or I'll kill all of you.

The chalk fell from Jacksons hand and to the floor. His head swivelled to look at them with a glowing-eyed stare, and Jackson darted forward. His hands hit the carpet as he dropped to all fours, before he leapt up and smashed through the window of the library. Suddenly Erica began to thrash before Lottie.

"Guys. She's seizing, help me!" Lottie called out for help. Erica didn't let her help last time out of embarrassment, this time Lottie wouldn't take no for an answer. "Hospital or Derek, Erica?" Lottie offered, knowing the choice would be appreciated as she turned the girl onto her side gently.

"Derek. Only Derek." Erica spluttered out, making eye contact with the girl.

Scott looked conflicted between Erica in Lottie's arms and Matt in Allison's. Allison read the conflict on his face like she was reading her favourite book and sent him a sad smile. "Go." Lottie began lifting Erica with the help of Stiles.

"I'm staying here with you." Scott refused, shaking his head.

"They can't take her alone. Not like this. And Matt--I've got to call an ambulance for him. Go." Allison smiled.

"This doesn't feel right." Scott argued. "It's not. It's not right." Lottie was growing frustrated by the second. She didn't have aeons of extra strength. Just a little and that was basically normal strength when she had a werewolf thrashing around in her arms.

"It doesn't mean anything." Allison reassured not only Scott but herself.

"It feels like it does." Scott argued still.

"Scott, go. Go." Allison forced him to as he finally took over from Lottie and carried Erica out as Lottie took Stiles' Jeep keys and led the way.

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After breaking nearly every rule of the road, the trio and Erica made their way to Derek's hideout. Scott and Stiles rushed Erica in whilst Lottie inspected the abandoned rail station.

"This is where you've been staying? Gross." Lottie muttered, smiling sadly when she saw Derek and Isaac.

"Is she dying?" Stiles asked as Derek lit a light above them in an abandoned train, the light emphasising how unwell Erica looked.

"She might. Which is why this is going to hurt." Derek explained briefly, before snapping Erica's arm in two, breaking the bone. Erica roared a painful cry as Lottie found herself being tugged away from the scene by Isaac.

"It'll trigger the healing process. I also have to get the venom out. That's the part that's going to hurt." Derek explained as Lottie stood to the side with Isaac. Derek gripped his arms around her broken arm and applied pressure, ignoring Erica's screams. Blood infused with Kanima venom spilled across the dirty floor and Erica collapsed into Stiles's arms. She fought for consciousness, looking up at Stiles with a sleepy smile.

"Stiles... You make... A good Batman." As Erica passed out she made quick eye contact with Lottie, who was looking at her with concern in her eyes and Erica felt the air leave her lungs. There stood a girl who she had been nothing but rude too, concerned for her.

On the other side of the room Lottie felt a punch in her stomach, she was grateful Erica was alive, but to hear her call the boy she was falling for the nickname that was special between her and him, made her feel sickeningly possessive. She smiled politely as Erica fell asleep in Stiles' arms before leaving the train and waiting outside. She had privacy for all of five minutes before she was no longer alone.

"You're a better person than I am, that's for sure. I already knew that but today really proved it." Isaac said as he sat down beside the girl.

"And how did you come to that conclusion?" Lottie asked tiredly.

"If I saw the person that's done nothing but taunt and pushed my buttons in the arms of the person I had a crush on, I'd lose my shit. And that's before the werewolf powers." Isaac hesitantly grinned. He wanted nothing more than his friendship back with Lottie.

"I'm too tired to argue that statement. I'm just happy you're not giving me the silent treatment anymore." Lottie laughed softly, looking up at the boy.

"I'm so sorry Lottie. For everything. I just- I have a pack and I have to do what Derek says and that often goes against what you and your pack are doing and I can't ignore orders. Not that Derek said I couldn't speak to you. I chose not to. I thought it'd be easier. It wasn't." Isaac rambled.

"Isaac. Shut up. You're fine. I get it. I'm too tired. You don't want to go against orders. I don't want you to kill the people I care about. Werewolf life has given you new confidence which I think you deserve, just don't use it to kill my friends please? I'm really fucking tired." Lottie sighed, forgetting that both Derek and Scott could hear the girl. They both frowned when they heard just how drained she was. Isaac wrapped an arm around her.

"I don't want to kill anyone. Maybe the Kanima, just to make our lives a little easier. But I don't want to become that person." Isaac whispered.

"Well, you don't have to be that person. Look, come here." Lottie said, tugging the boy into a proper hug. "Me and you, we're friends, best friends even. We all have our ups and downs. We've had our down and now we are gonna work on having the longest up in the world okay? We are gonna save Jackson, stop whose controlling him and then you are gonna move in with me. Permanently. You're not living here okay?" Lottie told the boy. She could put the past in the past when it came to Isaac, he'd been through so much and she just wanted him to be safe and happy. She pulled away to see tears in Isaac's eyes.

"You mean that?"

"Of course. Now if you don't mind, I suddenly feel the urge to check on Stiles." Lottie said, brushing off her jeans as she stood.

"Go get your man!" Isaac cheered quietly, laughing as Lottie flicked the finger at him, glad he had his best friend back. He wasn't going to fuck that up again. Derek exited the train with Scott and nodded at Isaac, understanding that there was to be no more killing. At least not of Lottie's pals. They both held her in high regard, Boyd too.

"I'm going to help you stop him. As part of your pack." Scott told Derek who turned in surprise as Isaac made his way over. "You want me in? Fine. But on one condition. We're going to catch him. Not kill him."

"And?" Derek pressed.

"And we do it my way."