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14
-Omega-
(season two, episode one)
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Jenson paced his living room. This is something he does often anyway. Except it was different this time. His brown eyes searched Joey's face every few minutes for any sign of movement or emotion. But there was nothing. So he continued to pace anxiously.

He knew that when she did wake up, it was going to be difficult to explain what had happened. What would he tell her? That he just kidnapped her to save her life? From the bits and pieces, he knew about Joey, she wouldn't buy into it. She would need more information. And without it, you would have to be pretty gullible to believe that, straight off the bat.

...Just like a werewolf beta.

A beta would believe anything their alpha told them. Right? If only Jenson knew one.... Or of one.

But wait, he did.

Scott McCall.

If he went down that route, it would probably end with him being mixed up in Joey's friend group, doing supernatural bounty hunting, or whatever. The other route would lead to him just getting punched by a newly turned vampire and probably passing out. So, maybe the first option was the way to go.

How would he get to him though? There was no way Scott would just listen to a stranger...

But he's not a total stranger.

Of course, Scott didn't know him or about him. But Jenson could work his way around that. All he had to do was get into the friendship circle of Scott McCall and then... Work around the minor details of the information he wanted to leave out. Telling the whole story would be that big of a deal.

Maybe just a catastrophic disaster. But he was willing to bet on it.

•.•

Over an hour, Joey had twitched a few times, snored a bit, and accidentally kicked Jenson. But she wasn't waking up.

He could pull her off the couch. No, that's too hostile.

Well, we'll just have to wait then.

•.•

The air was warm and humid. Not something Joey expected since it was so cold at prom. As she slowly opened her eyes, her other senses woke as well. She could feel the grass scraping at her arms. The sweat on her back. Everything seemed enhanced more than it was already. Except, she was really thirsty. That seemed to overpower every other feeling in her body.

"Joey? Are you actually awake this time?" someone asked.

The blonde shot up at the voice, throwing her hands in front of her to defend herself.

In front of her, stood a girl. About 5'9. Her white hair flowed down onto Joey as she towered her. And as Joey looked into her eyes, she realized they only held a kindhearted gaze. Instead of a threatening one.

"Oh good. I was hoping you weren't going to kick me again." She smiled kindly.

Joey tilted her head to the side. "Who are you? Where am I?"

"Right, of course! Sorry, my name is Abby. And we are... In a graveyard."

"A graveyard?" Joey asked. "I was on a field. Did you kidnap me or something?"

Abby's eyes opened widely. "What! No. I would never do that to someone." She then whispered under her breath. "Jenson would though."

"Sorry?" She asked.

"Nothing."

The girl lifted Joey up and made sure she could stand before letting go.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." Joey mumbled.

In the distance you could hear a slight rumbling noise. It was faint but if you listened it was getting louder.

"There. Look." Abby turned around towards one of the graves, pointing.

The girls watched as an excavator dug deeper into a grave. Dirt was being piled on the side. Joey looked closer at the driver. It was a young boy, probably her age. He looked scared.

"What's happening?" She asked in a whisper.

"His name's Isaac. He's about your age I believe. And he's about to fall."

The blonde scoffed. "How would you know that?"

"Just watch."

Joey waited and waited until eventually the excavator tipped. And as it tipped the boy fell out of his seat and into the grave. When it had finally fell completely over, a figure appeared. It was towering over the grave, peering in at him.

"You have to wake up, Joey. I have to send you back." Abby's voice was quiet. Almost like she didn't want to do it.

"How am I even here?"

"I could tell you, but then Jenson would know I was here. I can't have him know I'm back in town." She replied.

The girl shook her head. "I'm asleep?"

"In a way. I can't tell you more, I'm sorry."

Abby lifted her hand in the air and muttered an unknown word. "Ad somnum."

Joey's vision went black as she fell to ground abruptly.

•.•

"Scott, I don't have anything of Joey's." Stiles said, getting into the Jeep. "I have Lydia's hospital gown though."

Scott scoffed. "You're telling me, you don't own a single thing that has Joey's scent."

He shook his head, sighing.

"Find something, okay? I'm sure you have something in here." He suggested.

"Hold on." Stiles said, crawling into the backseat.

"Hurry."

The boy searched for a few minutes then...

"I found something!" He shouted from the back, it was muffled quite a bit.

"What'd you find?"

Stiles climbed back to front seat and lifted something in the air proudly. In his hand was a pair of mud covered cleats.

"They're Joey's." He sighed. "She was complaining about how much they were hurting her feet one day at practice so I gave her my sneakers. Her shoes were a bit tight on me, but whatever."

"I don't know if I can catch a scent on these, Stiles. It was a while ago." Scott replied.

"You have to. She could be in danger, okay? I can't let her get hurt again."

Scott nodded and sniffed the shoes a bit. "I got it."

"Okay, what about Lydia's?" He asked.

"Yeah, I got that to."

"Alright, let's go." The boy started the Jeep and began to grab the wheel.

"Woah!" Scott shouted in surprise.

"What?- Oh my god!"

In front of them was a girl. Allison... She looked panicked.

She walked towards the passenger window and met Scott's eyes.

"What are you doing here? Someone's gonna see us." He asked her.

"I don't care- Lydia is my best friend, and Joey can't die before we get to be closer friends. We need to find them before they do."

He shook his head. "I can find them before the cops can."

"How about before my father does? He doesn't know Joey's already supernatural, he'll just kill her."

"He knows?" Stiles asked, squinting at the pair.

"Yeah. I just saw him and three other guys leave my house in two SUV's."

The wolf turned to Stiles. "Search party."

"It's more like a hunting party." Allison said.

"Get in." Scott opened his door so she could jump in.

•.•

"Alright, if they were turning, would they actually kill them?" Stiles asked.

"I don't know. They won't tell me anything. All they say is, 'we'll talk after Kates funeral, when the others get here.'"

"What others?"

She scoffed at the thought. "I don't know, they won't tell me that, either."

"Okay, your family's got some serious communication issues to work on- Scott are we going the right way?"

The wolf held his head out the window trying to grab the scent. "Take the next right!"

•.•

"Good morning." Jenson said with a warm smile.

Joey's eyes fluttered opened and she groaned. Her arms stretched outwards as she woke up.

"You definitely kidnapped me, Jenson."

He chuckled. "That's what you've gathered from this?"

She stared at him blankly. "It's hard not to point it out, especially since I'm the one that was kidnapped. But, I'm sure you've planned what you're going to do when Scott finds me, right?"

•.•

Allison, Scott, and Stiles walked through the woods and towards where the scent had lead them.

"This is it." Scott said.

Stiles turned towards him. "You sure?"

"Yeah, this is where the scent leads."

He paused. "Okay, but has Lydia ever even been here?"

"Not with me."

Stiles walked ahead of the group and inspected the house from afar.

"Maybe they came here on instinct, like they were looking for Derek."

"You mean... Looking for an alpha?" He whispered to Allison.

"Wolves need a pack, right?"

He watched as Stiles walked up to the house. "Not all of them."

"Is it an instinct to be apart of a pack?" Allison asked trying to understand her friends.

"Yeah, we're stronger in packs."

"Like strength in numbers?"

"No, like literally stronger, faster, better in every way."

"Is it the same for an alpha?"

"Yeah, I guess so... Wait."

"What?" She asked.

"Joey was already supernatural so, would she even turn? Or would it cancel out?" He asked to no one in particular.

"I assume it would cancel out, right? What is she? That could help determine if she would turn."

Scott sighed. "We don't know. All we know is she tried to drink my blood, which I should probably talk to her about eventually..."

The girl grazed Scott's arm. "Scott, that's literally the definition of a vampire."

"Oh, Ye-"

The werewolf was interrupted by something pulling him into the air, upside down.

"Stiles..."

"Yeah, buddy?" He asked, turning around.

"Next time you see a tripwire.. Don't trip it."

Stiles watched as Allison laughed beside him. "Yeah, noted."

•.•

Jenson opened his mouth to respond but closed just as quickly.

"Great, you're doing great." She smiled sarcastically. "Now, help me out of here before I punch you in the face."

He quickly stopped her from getting up. "You can't leave!"

She looked into his eyes. "And why not?"

"Uh, because..." Jenson winced. "Peter bit you, Joey."

"Well-" She moved her dress strap and looked at the spot where the bite used to be. "I'm obviously healed now, so I'm fine."

"Right..." He observed her skeptically. "So you're not thirstier than before?"

She stared at him, then stood up. "I'm fine. You seem a bit frantic though."

"Don't change the subject."

Her hands fell to her side. "Jenson, what are you trying to say?"

"Nothing. I just thought you would be thirsty."

Despite Joey's mind yelling at her to walk out the front door, she decided to say,

"Just get me something to drink."

Jenson nodded and ran into the kitchen.

•.•

Cold air surrounded the teen as the rope suspended him in the air upside down.

"Scott."

He smiled awkwardly. "Mr. Argent."

"How are you doing?" He asked, kneeling down in front of Scott's face.

"Good. You know, hangin' out. Is this one of yours? It's good, very constricting."

Chris sighed. "What are you doing out here, Scott?"

"Lookin' for my friends."

"Ah, that's right. They're in your group, aren't they?" His voice was steady. "Apart of the clique? Is that the word you'd use?"

Scott stayed silent, waiting for him to finish.

"Or is there another way to put it? Part of your pack?"

"Actually clique sounds about right to me."

"I hope so. 'Cause I know they're friends of Allison's. I can handle one werewolf, not three."

•.• (Joeys POV)

It had been a few minutes since Jenson had left and honestly, I'm starting to panic a bit. His house is like a torture zone. It's horribly decorated and the living room smells like grandma. Who even let him buy it?

In the background the kitchen door clicked and out came Jenson. He had a small glass in his hand, it was filled with something dark.

"Here." He said, handing it to me gently.

His eyes watched me slowly. He was waiting for me to ask what it was, why I had to drink it. But honestly, I didn't matter to me. Because it smelled amazing. I was just to hungry- thirsty? I don't know anymore.

I lifted the glass to my lips and chugged whatever it was. It felt thick going down my throat. But the taste distracted me from the feeling.

"So? How is it?" Jenson asked, taking the cup from me.

"That's almost disgusting." I smiled sarcastically.

He sighed. "Can you be serious for one second?"

A laugh escaped my mouth. "If I was serious right now, you would be on the floor bleeding."

His mouth opened and the eventually closed again, he was going to say something.

"What?"

His once serious face grows a smile. "I'm just glad you're awake."

I blinked at him. Not moving. Not saying anything. Until,

"Can I leave now? And before you say no- Just think about how kidnapping would look on your record. Not good." I said, making a clicking sound with my mouth.

"Dude, If anything i've got it good with Sheriff Stilinski. After all, I'm friends with his sons girlfriend." He smirked.

"I'm leaving."

Jenson didn't respond, he watched me as I walked away. I could feel his eyes watching my every move.

I pushed the front door open and walked out onto the porch.

What did I expect from him? A lovely suburban neighborhood? This is literally just woods.

My feet carried me further outside, the air was heavy, cold. I guess I wasn't here for long.

•.• (Stiles POV)

"Okay, let's go over what you were feeling the night you turned, yeah?" I put my hand in front of Scott to stop him.

I needed to talk to him about it before we walked inside. Once we walked into school, he would leave me alone to go to his classes. It had to be now. And since we didn't find them last night, it was even more important.

"I already told you, I was just focused on Allison." He said, shrugging.

"Nothing else? Seriously?"

He smiled at me. It was a genuine smile, "That's a good thing though, right? Joey was with you when she was bit. So was Lydia."

I sighed. "Yeah but Lydia was looking for Jackson- What she thinks of me doesn't even matter it's Joey I'm worried about."

"I saw you guys kiss though."

"Yeah, but then she was immediately worried about Lydia." I could tell my face did something funny because Scott looked empathetic.

"I just need her to like me, okay? She's amazing."

"Wanna talk about it at lunch?"

I nodded and we finally walked into School.

•.•

"Listen up.-"

Coach had told us to gather round for something, I'm assuming it was about Lydia and Joey...

"Police are asking for help on a missing child advisory. It's two girls, roaming around, totally naked.-"

Yep. I was right. Also gross way to put it, Coach. Everyone smirked and whistled at it. What jerks.

"Now it's supposed to get below forty degrees tonight. I don't know about you, but the last time it was that cold, and I was running around naked... I lost a testicle to exposure. I don't want the same thing to happen to some innocent girls. Especially, my assistant coach."

Wait, what? He's missing a-

"Police are organizing a search party for tonight. Sign up, find the missing girls, you get an automatic 'A' in my classes."

It went silent for s few seconds, nobody really knew what to do or say. Until someone cleared their throat and got everyone's attention.

Everyone turned around towards the door do the locker rooms and gasped. No- It-

"I'm sorry for your missing testicle, Coach."

A smile grew on my face just by hearing her voice. God, she's amazing. She always bounces back.

She spotted me in the crowd and smiled as well. Her face had specks of dirt on it but she still looked beautiful.

I ran towards her, arms open. She graciously accepted my hug. I wasn't even thinking when I lifted her in the air and twirled us around. All I could hear was her laugh filling my ears.

"I missed you so much."

Her smile grew. "I'd never leave you, Stilinski."

People cheered behind us. It wasn't a happy cheer though, it was the kind of cheer a douchebag gives to a sultry woman on the sidewalk.

Coach cleared his throat. "Glad to have you back, kid. Let's go in my office real quick, okay?" I knew he was trying to take her away from the team so she could be alone and talk about what happened. It was probably for her own good.

"Coach has been a mess without you." I whispered. "Hear him out."

She nodded, letting go and stepping into Coaches office.

Oh my gosh, she was finally back.

Now all I had to do was talk to Jackson, with Scott. I would punch him if it was just me...

•.• (Third person)

As Joey stepped into Coaches office, he smiled. Everyone was smiling today.

"So kid, how are you feeling?" He asked while pulling out a chair and motions for her to sit.

"I've been better." Her voice was hoarse.

"That's understandable. Do you want any water?"

Joey shook her head. "I'm alright, thanks Coach."

He nodded, sitting down on the edge of his desk. "I'm glad you're back... And okay.  Don't you wanna be at home and rest, though?"

She chuckled lightly. "Actually, I'm right where I want to be. My family already knows I'm okay. I talked to them."

I'm actuality, Joey didn't talk to them. But she knew Jenson or literally any of her friends had. If not, her phone would have been blowing up. So she just assumed they thought she was staying at someone's house.

Surely the cops would've told her parents about the missing report in her... But they never called.

It made her heart sting a bit to think about it.

"Oh, alright. Well, you can use the showers if you want. You have dirt on your face."

"I know, thanks."

And from then on, they just sat and gossiped to each other about the team and other random stories they had.

•.•

"If Lydia wants to take a naked hike in the woods, why should I care?" Jackson asked, leaning against a locker.

"Because we have a pretty good idea that she might be... Turning." Scott whispered.

"Turning?"

"Yeah. Turning."

"Into..." Jackson waited for a response.

Stiles was growing more annoyed just by looking at him, "A unicorn? What do you think, dumbass?"

"Well, I think if Lydia is turning, she's not the one who's gonna need help."

Scott sighed. "What do you mean?"

"Oh god, you've got it all backwards McCall. When I was with Lydia, you should have seen the scratch marks she left on me." He turned to Stiles. "What do you think she'd gonna do with a set of real claws?"

His smirk only grew as he spoke until eventually he got tired of them and walked away.

•.•

Joey walked down the halls of Beacon Hills Highschool. She was trying to find something to do since Mr. Harris wouldn't let her in class. He said, 'I don't want you to have a psychotic break in my class.'

What was she supposed to do now?

Just as she was ready to just sit on the ground and wait for her friends, she saw Jackson run out class and into the bathroom. Blood dripped from his nose, a lot of it to.

As much as Joey didn't want to care, she still did. She wanted to try and help him. She always got bad nosebleeds as a kid so she knew how to help. He didn't deserve it, but she got up and ran to the bathroom. Opening the door and calling in,

"I identify as a woman so if theres any males with their dicks out, put it back."

She waited a few seconds before walking in and kinda just standing there. You know who else was standing there? Derek Hale.

He was trailing his eyes along Joeys face and eventually he looked into her eyes.

Without breaking eye contact he ponded on the stall door once again.

"I said give me a second." Jackson mumbled.

Derek must have been waiting for Jackson.

He didn't respond. Instead, he kicked the door open land pulled Jackson out by his collar. Throwing him against the sink.

"You feeling okay?"

"Derek-" Jackson whispered. He hadn't even noticed Joey standing there. "Never better."

"If something's wrong-" Derek moved so his back was facing Joey. Making Jackson finally see her. "I need to know. You're with me now."

Jackson nodded at Joey. To let her know he saw her. She nodded back.

"Wait... With you? What am I? Your little pet? Sorry to say this, but you don't exactly show outstanding leadership qualities."

He wasn't wrong. Derek was on the... Rough side.

"Is that so?" Derek smirked.

"Look, i've got my own agenda. Which doesn't involve howling at the moon with you and McCall."

He was interrupted by Derek throwing his head to the side, forcing him to look in the mirror.

Black goo was running down from his ears. That's definitely not normal.

"What's happening?" He asked Derek.

"Your body is fighting the bite."

"Why?"

"I don't know." He replied, backing out of the bathroom.

"What does it mean?" He asked. But by the time he turned around, Derek was gone.

His eyes flickered to Joey, in the reflection of the mirror. She was frowning.

"Russo, I know we aren't the best of friends, like at all... But, what's happening to me?" He asked, running his fingers down his cheek.

"I'm not sure. I think you're dying."

•.• (Joeys POV)

Jackson and I talked for about ten minutes. I let him rant about what had happened between him and Derek. Although apart of me loathed him, for treating Lydia the way he did and still does, he needed to let his feelings out and I was the only one who was going to listen at this point.

I still don't like him.

He's just, upset, angry, and a bunch of other things.

I still don't like him.

After that, I left him in the bathroom and left the school, I just walked outside. School was over anyway and he probably wanted to be alone.

It wasn't very long after that I left, that I got a text.

My Robin <3-
mr. harris gave me detention, i'll be out in like an hour. don't wait up, i'll find you. <3

Soon after Stiles texted me I got a text from Scott, saying,

Scotty :)-
Please don't kill me for not saying hi earlier in the locker rooms. i'll make it up to you. meet me at the cemetery, idk i'll send the location. it's kates funeral. stiles is gonna be there.

What.

•.•

The cemetery wasn't far away. Only a few minutes. Scott told me to go through the woods so they wouldn't see me. I had no idea what was happening so I just did what he said.

When I got there, Scott was hunched over behind a statue, watching them.

"You look like a stalker."

He didn't move. He definitely heard me already.

"If they see me, they'll kill me. I'm not gonna just hop out and yell surprise." He replied in a whisper.

"Whatever. It's good to see you Scotty." I hugged him, not waiting for him to hug back.

Eventually he did, squeezing me a bit tight. "Air-"

He let go immediately, smiling awkwardly. "Sorry. It's good to see you."

We waited a few minutes before Stiles finally showed up and jumped right in top of me. He landed on his back and groaned. "Ow."

"What the hell was that for?"

"I was trying to scare you." He was still groaning because of how I flipped him over.

"Who's that old guy, by the way?" He asked to no-one in particular.

Great way to make an entrance Stiles.

"He's definitely an Argent." Scott said, ducking lower.

"Maybe there just here for the funeral. I mean- what if their the non-hunting side of the family?"

"I know what they are, their reinforcements."

"Stiles, you amaze me every day."

He scoffed.

Suddenly, all three of us were pulled back. I don't know how, because people only have two hands.

"You three, are unbelievable."

Ah, Mr. Stilinski.

His eyes shifted to Stiles. "Pick up my tie."

"I know, I got it."

•.•

All three of us were sitting in the back of the cop car. My nose scrunched at the smell.

"4-1-5 Adam." The radio mumbled.

"I'm sorry, did you say 4-1-5 Adam?" The Sheriff asked.

"Disturbance in a car." Stiles informed us, quietly.

All I could take from the conversation was there was a lot of blood in the back of an ambulance? I don't know. I didn't get much before Stiles was pulling me out and Scott was behind me pushing us.

They didn't even close the car door...

•.• (Third person)

The three teens walked through the forest and towards the ambulance. It's sirens were going off loudly.

"What the hell was Lydia doing?" Stiles asked.

Stiles watched closely. "I don't know."

After catching the scent, Scott ran off. Hoping to find the girl.

"Joey, were you with Lydia? You know, when she ran off from the hospital?" Stiles asked as they walked towards Mr. Stilinski, who had just arrived at the scene.

Joey took a deep breath. "No, I wasn't."

He nodded, grabbing her hand.

Mr. Stilinski lectured them for a bit when they showed up, before finally calming down.

Stiles attention was pulled into a different direction. "Lydia?"

Joey's head whipped towards the direction he was looking in.

There she was.

Lydia was there. Looking at them. Afriad and cold. Naked.

"Well, is soemone gonna get me a coat?"

Quickly, Joey took the sweater Jenson gave her off, wearing nothing but a tank top underneath. She threw it over Lydia's head and helped her get her arms in.

"Hey..."

Lydia met her eyes, her gaze softening at the sight of her. "Hey, Jo..."

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