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DO THE TIME.
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    "This is all your fault, Scott."

    "Yeah— I know."

   Lois sighed as she filed into the library for detention, dragging her feet as she followed close behind Scott and Stiles. They sat down at the same table as Erica, the two boys taking the seats opposite the beta and leaving Lois no choice but to take the seat next to her. She rolled her eyes but sat down, anyway.

This wasn't Lois' first detention, ever — definitely not. When a teacher hated you as much as Harris hated Lois, Stiles and Scott, you tended to be in more detentions than classes. She wasn't fazed.

She watched as Allison walked in with Jackson, Matt and Luna, taking a seat beside the latter, and sent her a small smile. Allison returned it and then looked away, fiddling with the sleeves of her cardigan and trying to ignore Jackson the best that she could.

   He was staring.

Before she could make any awkward eye-contact with Matt, after letting him down and lying to his face about having a date to the party, Lois turned back to look at the two boys in front of her. She budged her chair away from Erica an inch, in a very dramatic and purposely-obvious way, smiling sarcastically as the blonde beta smirked at her. Erica knew that Lois didn't like her, and Lois knew that Erica found a strange sense of satisfaction in that. So, just for her, she decided to make it as clear as day.

   Jackson peered over his shoulder, noticing Scott and Stiles sat right behind him, and groaned. He waved a hand at Harris and then at the duo, "We can't be in detention together — I have a restraining order against these tools."

    "All of these tools?" Harris signalled to the two girls, as well.

    "No—" Stiles shook his head, "—just us tools."

    "Fine." The teacher rolled his eyes, obviously not caring enough, and pointed at the table down, "You two, over there."

    Rolling her eyes, Lois huffed and crossed her arms. Now she was left alone with Erica, and Matt also had a clear view to stare at her sadly from his table without the boys there.

   Lois wondered if she'd ever catch a break.

   Just perfect.

    The two girls sat in a brutal silence for a short while, with Lois impatiently tapping her nails against the desk in a bad tune. She watched intently as Stiles and Scott spoke about something in very hushed tones, the werewolf evidently worked up over whatever had happened in the locker rooms, and she sighed. It was all very animated and cartoon-esque, but she couldn't quite hear from the distance and the sound of Erica's ego smothering all of it. The one time that she had wanted to hear what they were complaining about — and that had never happened, ever — and Lois only had her regular, average-human hearing. Figures, really.

    "So, you and Isaac?"

   Lois swung around with wide eyes, "What?"

    "Oh— but I thought you knew?" Erica acted coy, pouting her lip slightly, "You and Isaac have a date. The underground rave?"

"No one calls it a rave, anymore." She glared, eyes fiery. Erica snickered and Lois leant back in her seat, tilting her head back slightly. "Then again, you do dress like nineties reject."

The blonde's smirk dropped and she rolled her eyes.

  "You think you're funny, but what's funny is that I heard you talking to Matt." Erica drawled out. She was amused by what she had managed to hear above the sound of Stiles Stilinski and Luna Thomas while they nattered about needing her help. "Making up a dates?" She snickered, "He really likes you, doesn't he?"

"I guess," Lois muttered, shrugging. "So, what? I didn't want to go out with him. Sue me—!"

"So, Isaac was your escape plan?" Laughing lowly, the beta had a moment of thought. It was entertaining, the fact that Lois Lane had chosen Isaac Lahey of all people, to use as an excuse. From what she had heard, Lois and Isaac seemed to dislike one another even more than Lois disliked Erica — which was a lot. She was curious to know how he had ended up at the top of Lois' list to fake date for a night, "Wow, Lois. You surprise me, everyday."

"I'm not proud of it!" She snapped, "I panicked."

Erica hummed to herself, glancing over at Matt and quirking an eyebrow.

"He's a bit of a creeper, isn't he?" The blonde observed, "A bit cute in a my mom still dresses me kind of way, but still a total creeper. It's the camera."

Following her line if sight, Lois peered over at Matt as well. He was sat with a tablet, looking over something and muttering to himself, receiving looks from Allison and Luna as he did so. Lois frowned, wondering what he was reading, but Erica interrupted her thoughts, once again.

"Are you planning on telling Isaac about this date?"

Lois smiled tightly, "What do you think?"

"I think that you're going to tell Isaac, beg him to take you to this party, just so you can get Matt off of your back." Erica smiled, leaning closer to Lois with each word. When the girl didn't say anything back, she rose a brow. "Am I right?"

Before Lois could come up with a smart retort that she didn't currently have, her attention was captured by Jackson Whittemore as he stood from his seat, panting and holding his head. Erica and Lois shared an odd look — something that neither of them really planned on doing regularly — and sat up in their chairs as the boy grabbed his bag, waving off Matt when he asked if he was alright. She then took another peak at Scott and Stiles' table, raising a questioning brow at the boys to see if they knew what was wrong with the lacrosse captain. Both of them shook their heads.

"I have to go to the bathroom," Jackson muttered.

"Are you alright?" Harris asked,"Hey— you don't look so good."

  "I— I just need to get some water."

"No one leaves their seats," Harris instructed the rest of the teenagers as he turned in his heel and went after the boy. It was silent for all of thirty seconds, waiting to see if he had really gone with no return, before Scott and Stiles leapt from their seats and threw themselves into the ones that were opposite Erica and Lois.

"Stiles says you know how Jackson's parents died," Scott stated more than questioned, to which Lois frowned.

Erica smirked, "Maybe."

"Talk." Lois was bored of playing games.

"It was a car accident," the beta eventually explained and leant forward in her chair, closer to the boys. The trio listened closely as she spoke, "My dad was the insurance investigator — and every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he always makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting as soon as he turns eighteen."

Stiles gaped, "So, not only is Jackson rich now..." he tried to get his head around it, "...but he's getting even richer at eighteen?"

"Yep."

"There is something so deeply disturbing about that..." Lois mumbled under her breath. The fact that he was going to get richer was the icing on the cake.

Asides from the money part, she actually felt sorry for him. He had lost his parents to an accident. No wonder he had so many issues, so much pollution inside of his head. Lois understood that, and she tried to hide her pale face behind her hands.

"You know, what—?"

   Erica spoke as more of a rhetorical question, opening up her laptop and signing in. Lois watched with two raised brows as she clicked on a couple of things, signed in, and opened up her emails, logging in with a J.Reyes. "I could try to find the insurance report on my dad's inbox," she hummed, "He keeps everything."

They nodded eagerly, wanting to know all of the details that might be useful in helping Jackson. Lois hadn't expected Erica to help them so willingly, and it made her wonder why she was even doing it. Derek's pack had been trying to kill Lydia when they though that she was the kanima only days prior, and Derek had also attacked the kanima in the club in hopes of getting rid of it, once and for all. Perhaps Erica had suddenly had a change of heart — though, deep down, Lois doubted it. She didn't seem like the kind of girl to want to kill someone, and then have that much of a redemption arc. That was more common of characters like Isaac Lahey, she couldn't but snicker at the thought.

"Scott McCall, please report to the principal's office."

Lois frowned at Scott skeptically, "What did you do?"

"You mean, other than rip a sink off the wall?" He responded sarcastically and rubbed his forehead, "I have no idea."

His two friends watched him leave the library with a huff. Lois noticed Allison and Luna watching with confused expressions and she shrugged, unable to give them an explanation. They could only wonder what Gerard would want to see him for, and hope that it wasn't about his glowing eyes and set of claws.

It wasn't long until Jackson returned, sweaty and pale. Lois and Stiles proceeded to watch him and Erica's typing, silently praying that she would find something before Jackson possibly collapsed.

Erica made a noise of triumph at the back of her throat and clicked on one last thing as a document popped up on her screen. She scrolled through it with Lois and Stiles innocuously reading over her shoulder, now that the boy had scooted his chair over to be the other side of the blonde. She didn't think that Luna would be very impressed with her boyfriend being so up-close and personal with the beta, but it didn't really matter right now.

As far as Lois was concerned, Allison and Luna could push their jealously aside for five minutes. Jackson was more important, right now.

"Woah— look at the dates." Stiles pointed.

PASSENGERS ARRIVED AT THE HOSPITAL DOA.
THE ESTIMATED TIME OF DEATH: 9:26 PM -
JUNE 14, 1995.

Erica read the words off of the screen with furrowed brows, wondering why that could have been so important to Stiles and Lois. The brunette girl pursed her lips, frowning.

"Jackson's birthday is June, fifteenth."

"Are you sure?" Erica challenged.

"Of course, I'm sure." Lois responded bluntly, "Were either of you forced to go to his party every year, since you were fourteen?"

Neither of them responded, too intrigued by Harris standing from his chair and packing his things into his bag. The group of teenagers were soon to follow, all picking up their belongings and putting on their jackets, happy to get out of there.

"Oh— no, I'm sorry." Harris laughed, walking over to the cart of books that were yet to be returned to their places and leaning against it. Lois rose a brow at Stiles and he shrugged, both of them waiting alongside everyone else for him to explain what was quite so funny, "Yes, I'm leaving— but none of you are. You all may go when you're done with the re-shelving,"

Lois gaped, was he serious?

"Enjoy the rest of your evening!"

• • •

"It means he was born after his mom died," Stiles explained to Allison, Luna and Scott as they stood behind the book shelves, pretending to place them back. "By C-section."

"They had to pull him out of her dead body," Lois continued, feeling queasy at the thought of it. Her head span, all very dizzy.

Luna nodded, "So— was it an accident, or not?"

"The word all over the report is inconclusive," Her shrugged his shoulders, being sure to keep his voice down. He knew fully well that Jackson was only a shelving unit away and had the ability to hear as well as Scott could, now.

"Then, his parents could have been murdered?"

The teenage werewolf had returned from the principals office all in once piece, luckily for himself and the pack, unharmed and safe from any of the Argents that now ruled the school. There hadn't been a chance to ask him what it was about but they had decided that it wasn't as important as explaining what Erica had found for them, seeing as he hadn't been sliced in half. Scott seemed fine.

"If they were, then it falls in line with the kanima myth, you know?" Nodding, Lois explained with answer to his question. She had been thinking about it, "It seeks out and kills murderers."

"For Jackson?" Allison whispered, "Or, who's controlling him?"

A silence followed as the five teenagers stared at one another awkwardly. No one had the answer to that question, no matter how much they had wished that they had. Even after having done as much research as possible, having gotten multiple people to translate the bestiary for them and finding out what had happened to Jackson's biological parents, there were still a million holes left for the teenagers to try and fill. And honestly, Lois wasn't exactly sure how they were planning on filling those holes before someone fell in. They were deep.

"We have to talk to him," Scott rubbed his forehead, "We have to tell him."

Allison shook her head, "He's not going to listen—"

But Scott had already left their hideout and rounded the corner to the next shelf, wanting to speak to the boy as soon as possible. Lois rolled her eyes and blindly followed him. She hoped to stop him before Jackson lashed out, but she stopped after leaving their shelving unit, seeing no sign of Scott in front of her.

She frowned, ready to call out for him, and rounded the corner of the next shelving unit where she assumed he would be.

"Scott, this isn't a good—"

Lois didn't managed to finish, cutting herself off with a scream as a creature launched itself over her, sending debris flying down and books falling. Scott pulled Lois into him and crouched down, covering her head from anything that could injure her.

"Erica!"

She heard the girl growl back to Scott from the next aisle, showing that she was ready to fight, and Lois couldn't help but shrink further into herself.

Tables flipped and lights sparked, and Lois vaguely listened as her friends screamed and moved away from the Kanima, but she wasn't certain as to what was going on. In fact, she was distracted, too busy staring at an unconscious Matt with wide eyes and feeling as though her heart would burst out of her chest. Scott pulled her face away from him and pushed the debris out of her hair. He gave her a nod before standing up, his eyes perfectly amber.

"He's not dead, he's alright," he assured her, "Stay here."

Lois nodded numbly and watched him leave. When he was gone and fighting, she scrambled over to Matt and felt for his pulse. It was a relief when Scott had been right, and the girl tried her best to move him from his front and onto his side; she knew how to do the recovery position like the back of her hand. After all, he could have been concussed, or worse, but Lois also knew that he may respond to the venom in the same way she had, and she didn't want him choking on his own vomit because she had been too shaken by the sudden situation to help. She may not have been a fighter, but that didn't mean that she couldn't help.

Lois wasn't useless — not when it came to this.

She wasn't too sure which of the following growls and yells had been Erica or Scott, but she didn't want to know. Instead, Lois focused on balling up her jacket and placing it under Matt's head as a form of support. It was the best she could do.

The sixteen year old girl gasped and jumped back when Scott went flying over the shelves, hitting the book cart with a growl. She pushed herself towards the end of the aisle, ready to help him, but she halted in her movement when she noticed Jackson — or was he currently the kanima? — scrawling on the chalk board.

Lois bit her lip and cringed at the sound but said nothing. She waited until he had finished, patiently and silently, until he shot out of the window and left the library in shambles.

STAY OUT OF MY WAY.
OR I WILL KILL YOU ALL.

"Lois!"

Said girl snapped out of her daze and clambered up from the floor, pushing herself around the corner, "Stiles—?"

"I think she's having a seizure—" he panicked, unable to do anything but hold the girl as she jolted and seized. Lois looked at the scene with wide eyes. She didn't say anything, she couldn't. This situation felt too familiar, "—what do I do? Lois? Lois!"

"Uh— put her on her side," Lois mumbled, then shook her head and said it louder, quickly regaining thought and throwing herself to the ground next to him, "Put her on her side!"

Stiles did as he was told while Luna and Allison rushed around to check how Matt on the other side, sighing in relief when they took note of Lois' quick thinking. Allison checked on his breathing and nodded to herself, carefully dabbing the back of his neck with her cardigan to try and soak up some of the blood that poured from his wound, while Luna checked for any bumps on his head.

"He's alive," Lois said, "He should be okay."

"Hey— we need to get her to a hospital."

   Lois nodded her head in agreement, shakily pushing the hair out of Erica's face to avoided her from choking on any.

Lois may have despised Erica, but she knew how to deal with seizures. Just because the blonde had gotten the bite and turned into a raging bitch, didn't mean that Lois was willing to let her die. It was the same for Jackson, the same for Matt — it was the same for anyone, no matter who the person. No matter how strongly she felt about someone, it wasn't going to affect how much she wanted them to live. Lois didn't get to play god. She didn't call the shots on who lived and who died. If she could help someone with the small amount of medical knowledge that she had, then she was going to. It would have been wrong if she didn't.

"To Derek—" Erica breathed, "—only to Derek."

Scott pursed his lips and tuned to the gap in the shelving.

    "When we get her to the hospital—"

"No— no, to Derek—!"

"To Derek," Lois echoed, nodding her head slowly in hopes of soothing the girl. She turned to Scott with wide eyes and a hushed tone, "This shouldn't be happening, anymore. She needs Derek,"

"Go," Allison nodded.

Scott shot up from where he sat and moved to the next aisle, to where Allison and Luna were with Matt.

"Hey— Scott!"

But the teen wolf ignored Stiles and spoke to Allison with confidence, shaking his head when she tried to tell him otherwise,. It didn't feel right, "I'm staying here, with you."

"They can't take her alone," she denied. Allison glanced at Luna and then at Matt, sighing to herself and pursing her lips. She turned away from Scott and shook her head, "Not like this. And Matt— we've got to call an ambulance for him, so just go."

"This doesn't feel right—!"

"It's okay, Scott—"

"No, it's not." He shook his head, "No, it's not right..."

   Allison sucked in a breath, "It— it doesn't mean anything."

    "But, it feels like it does."

   Lois watched through the shelves with a sad smile, hating to interrupt. But, at the end of the day, she knew that if they didn't get Erica to Derek fast, something bad would come of it. There was a feeling in her chest, and she couldn't ignore it.

    "Scott...?" She had whispered but he still heard it loud and clear. He knew Lois' voice, "I'm sorry, but we need to go—"

    "We'll be fine," Luna assured both Scott and her boyfriend, who frowned upon realising that she was going to stay alongside Allison to call an ambulance. There was a risk the kanima might come back while they were gone, but Luna didn't seem to care when she nodded, "You guys should go."

    "Luna—"

    "Go." She stopped Stiles, "She needs you, alright? Just go,"

   All Lois could do was sit quietly, waiting for the couples to stop their bickering and caring for one another so that they could bring a girl to safety, and call Matt an ambulance. Sometimes she wished that none of them were in relationships — because, she figured, that way it would have made times like these much easier, but she knew that they were happy far too with one another. Things would be different if they hadn't been this way; they wouldn't have been the same. So, the girl didn't say anything. Whatever happened in this situation, Lois knew that she was going with Erica.

   No one else would know what to do, if things took a turn.

    "Okay..." Scott breathed, leaning foreword to kiss Allison on the forehead gently, holding her close.

   Scott returned to their side and swooped up Erica in his arms, making his way out of the library with Lois at his side while Stiles gave his girlfriend a kiss. Lois told him to adjust his grip on her, every now and then, and assured Erica that it would fine.

   Truthfully, she didn't if it would be.

   Lois had no idea if it would be alright. She had no idea at all, not even in the slightest — but sometimes lying was the best option.

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