ALLISON HAD OFFERED TO DRIVE Lydia home while April climbed into Stiles' jeep to help him and Scott chase down Jackson, the Kanima to see where it went and make sure that it didn't hurt anyone else. Derek was doing the same thing, but he chose to proceed on foot.

They sped down the road, definitely passing the speed limit as the followed the monster through the city. Finally, they reached a gate, and they were unable to go any further in the vehicle.

All of their eyes widened when they heard a loud roar from the Kanima, and Scott wasted no time in opening the car door and getting out. His two best friends stared after him as he hopped the fence and ran toward the action.

"Go around," April ordered Stiles before climbing through the middle of the two front seats to sit in the passenger one. She closed the door that Scott had left ajar and motioned for the Stilinski boy to start moving. "Come on, we can meet him on the other side. Go."

"Okay, okay," he sighed before reversing the car. 

They went around the closed off section to the other side where April knew one of the gates led to. They stopped in front of what appeared to be a club, and Stiles parked the car. They hopped out and made their way over to where Scott was peaking around the corner of the building. 

When the pair reached him, Stiles grabbed his shoulder, causing him to spin around, ready to fight before stopping when he saw who it was. "Wait, wait. Sorry, I'm sorry. Did you see where he went?"

"I lost him," Scott muttered.

"What?" the Stilinski boy looked at his friend who was usually so good at tracking things in disbelief. "You couldn't catch his scent?"

The werewolf shrugged glancing between his two friends that were leaning close to him with curious expressions. "I don't think he has one."

"Alright, any clue where he's going?" April asked, hoping he had the answer to something. Her voice was a little panicked because there was a freaking lizard monster running around paralyzing people with its magic claw juice.

Scott turned to her. "To kill someone."

"Ah! That explains the claws and the fangs and all that. Good. Makes perfect sense now." Stiles nodded as April shot her supernatural friend a look that said 'really?'. When Scott just glared back at him, he groaned. "What? Scott, come on. I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense."

"Just help me find it," the McCall told them with a small pleading expression. In response, April patted his shoulder and nodded, letting him know that she would try to help.

Stiles corrected him. "Not 'it.' Jackson."

"Yeah, I know. I know," Scott sighed, looking back at where the bouncer of the club was filtering the line of people that wanted to get in.

"Alright, but does he know that?" the sheriff's son questioned, and April thought back to what Danny had told her earlier that day. God, that felt like a lifetime ago. Jackson had been filming himself sleep. Maybe it was to see if he changed that night. Maybe he did know what he was. "Did anybody else see him back at your house?"

Scott nodded, "I mean, I think so, but he already passed Derek's test anyways."

"How did he past the test, though if he's the Kanima? How could he not be immune to his own poison?" April questioned, turning to her werewolf best friend for the answer.

The McCall shrugged. "I don't know."

"Maybe it's like an either-or thing," Stiles offered, and the blonde next to him furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "I mean, Derek said that a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom, right? When's the Kanima not the Kanima?"

"When it's Jackson," Scott replied in realization.

That was when Stiles noticed something moving on the roof. He stepped back to get a better look and April stared at him, wondering what he was doing. "Uh...guys. See that?" When the other two saw what he was looking at, their eyes widened.

"He's inside," the werewolf pointed out, for they saw a long, scaly tail recede into the building through a hole in the wall. 

Stiles asked, "What's he gonna do in there?" April nodded along because what was a Kanima going to do in a club full of dancing people? The answer definitely couldn't be good.

"I know who he's after," Scott announced, looking away from where the tail had disappeared.

"What, how?" the Stilinski boy questioned, looking at his best friend. "How? Did you smell something."

The McCall answered simply, "Armani." They both followed his gaze to the line where the next person was being let into the club, and the Sharpe girl let out a small gasp when she saw who it was.

Danny.

《❀》

The trio made their way to the side of the club titled Jungle, looking for a way in without having to pay or offer up a fake I.D. They found a side door, but when Stiles jiggled the handle, it wouldn't budge.

"Aw, come on," the Stilinski groaned, stepping back and examining the area around them. "Alright, maybe there's, like, a window we could climb through or some kind of handle that we could rip off with supernatural strength. How did I knot think of that one?" He finished when Scott handed him the knob of the door, and the McCall and Sharpe were already inside with Stiles following after them.

Bright flashing lights and loud music met them upon their entrance. With one quick glance, April realized why Danny was there. Every single person in there was a guy with either a very tight shirt or no shirt at all.

"Dude, everyone in here's a dude," Scott called to them, shouting over the music so that they could hear him. "I think we're in a gay club."

"Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf sense, huh, Scott?" Stiles asked, causing his two friends to spin towards him.

April couldn't help but giggle when she saw the sheriff's son surrounded by three or four drag queens that were proceeding to pet him, running their hands over his face and very short hair.  

Once Stiles squeezed his way out of that situation, they made their way over to the bar and leaned on the counter. He smirked at the bartender and ordered, "Two beers."

"And a root beer, please," the blonde told the man, rolling her eyes at her friend that was obviously about to get carded, and his and Scott's fake IDs were absolutely horrid. She did not want to be a part of that.

The man nodded at her before facing the two boys once again. "IDs?" He took one glance at them before smiling, and April mentally face palmed. "How about two Cokes?"

"Rum and Coke? Sure," Stiles exclaimed, bobbing his head to the beat, and the Sharpe girl was getting ready to just walk right out of the club and leave them to deal with the Kanima. When the bartender gave him a look, he caved. "Coke's fine, actually. I'm driving anyway."

The man motioned to another shirtless guy behind the bar who brought over all three of their drinks. April handed him money, and he accepted it before turning to Scott. "That one's paid for."

He nodded at a man on the other side of the bar who raised his bottle at the McCall boy with a smirk. The Sharpe girl let out a surprised laugh as the werewolf grinned and accepted his free drink.

"Oh, shut up," Stiles groaned, taking out some money for his own drink with a small pout. April reached out and patted his arm, playfully comforting him as he glared at his friend.

Scott shrugged, shaking his head. "I didn't say anything."

"Yeah, well, your face did," the Stilinski told him. When they turned around to examine the room, Stiles and April spotted Danny dancing with a guy, and Scott was looking up at the rafters. "Hey, I found Danny."

"I found Jackson," he informed them, and their eyes followed his to the the ceiling where the Kanima was hanging upside down directly over where Danny was. "Get Danny."

April looked at him with a questioning look. "What are you gonna do?" In response, the boy simply stuck out his hand and let his claws out.

"Works for me," Stiles sighed, looking at the blonde next to him who was already making her way toward the boy in danger. 

Her and Stiles pushed past the drunk, sweaty, horny guys to the middle where her friend was dancing. "Danny!" she yelled, but he couldn't hear her over the talking and loud music. She called for him again when they got closer, but smoke was flowing out of the smoke machines above, obscuring her view.

That was when people began collapsing, and she knew that it was too late. She reached the spot where Danny had been and looked down at the ground to see him lying there, frozen.

"April?" he questioned, looking up at her in both fear and confusion. "April, what's happening?"

There was panicked chattering and screams around them as people ran out and she kneeled next to him, grabbing his hand in an attempt to comfort him while they waited for help. She couldn't see the Kanima, which hopefully meant that Scott had dealt with it somehow.

"It's okay, Dan. We're gonna get you out of here. Just hang in there."

《❀》

"Danny, this is going to sound really insensitive considering the situation, but I was wondering if anything weird happened to you today," April asked the Mahealani boy as he was carried away on a stretcher before realizing what she just said. "You know, besides being paralyzed from the neck down."

"What are you doing here, April? This is a gay club...for gay guys," he informed her, and she gave him an unimpressed look. That fact had been made pretty clear as soon as she stepped into the building filled with guys.

The EMT pushing him stopped her from responding. "Sorry, but we really need to get him to the hospital."

"One more question. Just one," she begged, and when the man gave her a kind of frustrated nod, she continued, leaning down so that Danny could see her better. "Are you okay?"

"Did it happen to my ex, too?" he questioned, and she spun around to look for the boy that she had seen Danny with a couple of time recently.

When she spotted him on another stretcher, being tended to by an ambulance nearby, she nodded. "Yeah, it did."

"Then, I'm great," he smiled.

"Okay, good," April laughed out, reaching out and patting the boy on the shoulder as the guys pushed him into the ambulance. "Stay strong, Danny boy. I'll come visit you. I promise."

Despite the rest of his body not being able to move, he could still shake his head at her. "Please don't."

"You're so funny. I'll see you there," she told him with a giggle as they shut the door to the ambulance. As soon as he couldn't see her anymore, she sprinted off to where the jeep was parked a couple yards away.

She shook her head as she jogged up, signaling to them that she didn't have any information. When she got into the backseat, her eyes widened in horror when she saw that it was already occupied.

Jackson Whittemore was lying naked in her seat.

Noticing her shock, Stiles turned to her. "Oh, yeah. Sorry about that. You can just roll him in the floor. Okay, now can we just get the hell out of here before one of my dad's deputies sees me?" April climbed into the seat, trying her hardest not to touch the boy that was just covered up with a very small blanket.

"Or worse, your dad." She pointed to the sheriff's car that had just pulled in front of them. 

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Could this get any worse?" Stiles groaned, and just then, Jackson began to moan in his sleep, which told them that he was going to wake up any minute. "That was rhetorical."

Scott glanced between the other three people in the car before turning to Stiles. "Get rid of him."

"Get rid of him?" the Stilinski boy scoffed in disbelief. "We're at a crime scene, and he's the sheriff."

"Do something," the McCall exclaimed, and with one final look, Stiles got out of the car and made his way over to his dad and greeted him. 

Jackson had sat up now, and Scott quickly grabbed his shoulders and forced him back down again. "What's...What's going on?"

"Jackson, Jackson, be quiet," the werewolf whispered, turning back to the father-and-son duo to make sure that the older one hadn't seen the person they had just kidnapped.

Noah approached his son with raised eyebrows. "What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean what am I doing here?" Stiles said, as if it were a stupid question. "What? It's a club. It's a club. We were clubbing, you know? At the club."

"Not exactly your type of club," the sheriff pointed out as Scott and April looked at each other nervously in the jeep. Either of them could do a better job that their friend was doing at that moment. Hell, even Jackson could do better, and he was bloody and naked.

Stiles gazed back and forth between the buildings and his father. "Uh...Well, Dad, there's a conversation that—"

"You're not gay," the man told his son, cutting him off as the blonde watching ran a hand through her hair as she watched that painful moment.

The younger of the two scoffed, looking slightly offended at that. "I could be."

"Not dressed like that," Noah replied, and it took everything in April to not burst out laughing at that. She had always loved watching Stiles try to make up excuses in front of his father, especially when they didn't involve her.

"Well, what's..." the son trailed off, looking down at his clothes. The sheriff tried to step forward, but Stiles stopped him with his hands. "Uh..."

In the car, Jackson moaned again, and Scott looked to April who shrugged, not knowing what to do. She had never been involved in a kidnapping before, which was kind of surprising considering the company that she kept. The McCall muttered, "Jackson, be quiet."

"This is the second crime scene that you just happened to happened to have shown up on. And at this point, I've been fed so many lies, I'm not sure I know the kid standing in front of me. Now, what the hell is going on?" the sheriff asked his son while the two best friends were dealing with the boy in the car. 

The Whittemore was sitting up again, and April shot Scott a panicked look. "What's happening?"

"Oh, please stop moving," the blonde groaned, scrunching her face up in disgust and looking away as the blanket rid a little high, almost falling off the boy.

"Jackson, I'm sorry, but..." the werewolf sighed, glancing between him and the Sharpe girl before punching the Kanima, knocking him out again. Both of them then looked to the police officer father of their friend that was staring back at them and waved. "Hey."

"Dad, I—"

"The truth, Stiles," Noah ordered with a stern voice, and April could tell that he was fed up with the lies.

"The truth, alright," the younger Stilinski mumbled, and the two in the car crossed their fingers, hoping for a good answer to come out of his mouth. "Well, the truth is that we were here with Danny. Yeah, 'cause he just broke up with his boyfriend, so you know, we were just trying to take him out and get his mind off things. That's it."

The sheriff processed the information before nodding. "Well, that's really good of you guys. You're good friends."

Scott and April sighed in relief as Stiles ran back to the car so that they could get the hell out of there and find something to do with Jackson.