"You know, I'm really starting to re-think dating you." I muttered as I glanced at the Prison transport van that was sitting in the woods just a few feet away from Stiles, Scott and myself. Apparently my lovely boyfriend's plan that he was talking about last night, was to steal the damn thing and lock Jackson up inside with the little handcuff things. 

I had convinced Scott to just drop the whole being in love with his best friend conversation for the time being, which was a huge plus. And I decided to skip school today with Stiles to help him take care of Jackson- that, and I didn't want to go to Harris' class without my lab partner. 

"Aw come on, you don't like the thrill of dating the rebellious son of the town Sheriff?" He chuckled as he elbowed me in the side gently. 

I rolled my eyes, "You're such a weirdo."

"Yeah but I'm your weirdo now." He pointed out as he pulled the keys out to unlock the van doors, when he pulled them open I caught my first glimpse of Jackson- thankfully he was wearing pants this time, and he wasn't covered in his blood anymore. 

Stiles climbed into the van and I followed after him, "I brought you some foo-"

"Let me out now!" Jackson cut him off harshly as he jerked his hands that were currently cuffed to the floor. 

My boyfriend's eyes widened, "You know, I put those pants on you, alright buddy? One leg at a time. Being all up close and personal with your junk wasn't exactly a highlight of my day. So don't think this is fun for me either. You know we're actually doing you a favor?"

Jackson's eyes widened as he jerked on the chain again, "This is doing me a favor?"

"Yes!" I snapped in annoyance, I was not a huge fan of how rude he was being to Stiles- we are actually helping him, he just can't get over himself to realize it. 

"You're killing people--to death. Yeah. And until we can figure out how to stop you, you're gonna stay in here. I'm sorry. Now do you want the ham and cheese, or the turkey club?" Stiles asked as he pulled two sandwiches out of his backpack, I had already eaten my sandwich on the ride over here. 

Jackson narrowed his eyes at us hatefully, "You actually think my parents won't be looking for me?"

I smirked as I pulled his cell phone out of my hoodie pocket, waving in the air for dramatic effect, "Well.. not if they don't think anything's wrong."

"You took my phone?" He seethed as he tried to grab it- his little handcuff issue didn't allow him to. 

My smirk grew wider as I slipped the phone back into my pocket, "Yes. I think I have earned the right to use your phone since I was acquainted with what little manhood you had last night."

His face turned bright red out of anger and embarrassment, I'm sure, as I made the comment about him being little. Stiles choked on the bite of sandwich he had in his mouth, and tried to cough it up before he lost the ability to breathe. I smiled to myself as I relished in the fact that I just took a huge chunk out of Jackson's ego.

✢

"Now, let's catch you up to speed on what you are, shall we? You turn into this... this like giant lizard thing with scales." I stated as I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to get comfortable on this not so comfortable little bench that I'm on.

He rose an eyebrow, "Scales? Like a fish?"

"No. More like a reptile. Um, and, uh, your claws have this liquid that paralyzes people, and you have a tail." Stiles added as he stretched his legs out and leaned back against the interior of the van. It was a very cramped space, and not comfortable in the slightest.

Mr. Harris' little lab stools are looking more and more appealing as the day dwindles on.

"I have a tail?" Jackson dead-panned.

I nodded, "Mhmm."

"Does it do anything?" He inquired. 

Stiles shook his head from side to side, "No, not that we know of."

"Well can I use it to strangle you two?" Jackson snapped as he tried to grab Stiles once again, he really isn't grasping the whole chain thing very well. You would think after the previous failed attempts he would catch on that he can't move all that much.

I sighed, "You still don't believe us, alright. The night of the semi-final game, where did you go after?"

"I went home." He replied through a clenched jaw. 

Stiles leaned forward slightly, "You sure about that?"

"Yes you idiot. What the hell else would I do?" Jackson answered in an aggravated tone. He isn't the only one getting aggravated here. We have been literally talking about what Jackson is and turns into all day, and he just wont accept that fact that he is the Kanima. I get that it sounds weird, but he must know that things aren't adding up for him, and this is obviously the explanation.

I smiled bitterly, "You attacked us and Derek at the school, and you trapped us in the pool. Thanks for that, I nearly drowned twice that night. You also killed a mechanic- right in front of us, by the way. That was lovely and I can't thank you enough for all of the nightmares that has given me. And one of the Argent's hunters, they weren't too thrilled about that either. Oh, and then last night you tried to kill Danny."

"Why would I want to kill my best friend?" Jackson asked as he shook his head from side to side. 

Stiles bit at his lip and nodded slowly, "Well that's what Scott's trying to figure out right now."

"Mm. What maybe he should be trying to figure out is how he is going to pay for a lawyer when I prosecute your asses all the way to jail!" Jackson shouted as he gave Stiles and I very, very evil glares. 

"Wow, talking to you is seriously like talking to a freaking brick wall," I mumbled as I rubbed at my temples. All of his shouting in this confined area is starting to give me a slight headache. 

Stiles leaned his elbows on to his knees, "Alright, well, tell me this, on the night of the first full moon, what happened?"

"Nothing. Nothing happened." Jackson muttered as he glared at the floor. Ugh, today was going to be a very long day.

✢

Going to be home late. Don't wait up. 

I was in the process of sending yet another message to Jackson's parents, Stiles was still in the van trying to convince him of what he is and how dangerous he can be. I needed to get out of there, it was getting a bit too cramped for my claustrophobic mind. 

As my fingers danced across the touch screen, the sound of a twig breaking snapped me out of my thoughts. I froze mid-text as I slowly turned around, only to be practically nose to nose with Allison. 

"Oh my god!" I shouted as I flung myself back into the van, hitting my elbow on the side mirror. I let out a groan as I rubbed my now sore funny bone, what is with people and sneaking up on me? Jesus. 

"They know." She said quickly.

I rose an eyebrow, "What?"

"They know Jackson's missing!" She cried out in a panic.

I shook my head from side to side, "No, they can't. I've been texting his parents since last night, they don't have a clue." 

"My grandfather told me his parents went to the police. They know." She said seriously as she glanced around the woods. 

My eyes fell down to the black device in my hands and I could feel my skin starting to prick with uneasiness, "Oh... oh no." 

I quickly handed her the phone and pulled the door to listen to the little radio inside, "All available units proceed to Beacon Hills Preserve as instructed. Proceed with caution until Sheriff Stilinski's arrival. Repeat, proceed with caution."

"Oh this is not good." I mumbled as I quickly made my way to the back of the van, I reached to pull the door open- but it came flying towards me and hit me. I fell to the ground, landing on my butt, and a very frantic Stiles came clambering out of the back.

His eyes widened when he realized that he had just knocked me over with a door, "Oh my god! Kasey are you okay? I'm sorry- I'm so sorry, I just heard the little radio- what happened? What's going on?"

"They know Jackson is missing, and they are heading here to look for him. Your dad is on his way." I explained as he pulled me to my feet, I dusted the leaves and dirt off of my pants as we walked back to where Allison was standing, still holding the phone. 

Oh man, I'm going to get in to much trouble.

"Alright, well I have a plan. Um, you two have to share the front passenger seat, hope you don't mind. Climb in, let's go go go." Stiles instructed as he grabbed the phone out of Allison's hand and made his way to the drivers side door. 

I pulled the passenger door open and glanced at Allison, "Do you want to sit on my lap... or?"

She sighed, "You're smaller, you can sit on my lap." 

My chance to argue was short lived as she hopped up on the seat and then yanked me up on to her lap, slamming the door shut. I tried to slide off of her and get as much of my butt on to the actual seat as I could, I managed about half before I couldn't move anymore. This was a bit weird...

"Where are we going?" Allison asked in confusion as Stiles started up the jeep. 

He tapped the phone screen a few times before tossing it out the window, "Somewhere far away from here." 

✢

"If Jackson doesn't remember turning into the Kanima, he's definitely not gonna remember stealing Danny's tablet." Scott said in frustration as he ran his hands through his hair anxiously. 

He arrived to our new location of withholding Jackson about five minutes ago, and he caught us up to speed on what he found out. Apparently Danny was like restoring some footage for Jackson and he had that exact footage on his tablet in the trunk of his car, which was missing when Scott got there. 

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

I shrugged, "Maybe someone else took it?"

"That would mean that somebody else knows what he is..." Stiles said slowly. 

Scott nodded, "Which could mean that somebody is protecting him."

"Like the bestiary says, 'The Kanima seeks a friend,' right?" Allison added as she glanced between the three of us. 

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

"Somebody who wanted to possibly protect him?" I suggested as I glanced at Stiles- he nodded slowly, meaning my reasoning was kind of making sense. 

"There's something else. You said the only thing you found online about the Kanima is that it goes after murderer's. What if that's actually true?" Scott asked as he glanced at Stiles. 

I can vaguely remember that little tidbit, I hadn't seen Stiles that morning when he told Scott that, but I do remember them talking about it whilst walking in the hallway. I just hadn't really been paying that much attention to the conversation because I was focusing on watching my locker to see if I could catch the person sticking the notes in there. Sadly, I hadn't.

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

Scott shook his head from side to side, "But, I-I don't think it was actually trying to kill us. Remember when we were at Isaac's the first time, it just went right by us, didn't it?" He was directing his question towards Allison.

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

"And it didn't kill you two when you were at the mechanic's garage," Scott added.

I scoffed, "Well yeah- but it tried to kill us with Derek in the pool."

"Did it?" Scott asked, his tone taking a sense of urgency.

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

"What if it was trying to keep you in?" My brother said slowly. 

My eyes widened as the idea of the Kanima actually trying to protect us, settled in my mind. Why the hell would it would to keep us in the pool? What could have possibly have happened that we would have needed to be kept in there, for over two hours, nearly drowning because of a very heavy paralyzed werewolf?

"Why do I feel so violated all of a sudden?" Stiles asked as he blinked rapidly.

"Because there's something else going on. And we don't know what it is. We don't know anything about what's going on with Jackson, or why someone's protecting him." Scott stated as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

Allison nodded, "Know thy enemy, it's just something that my grandfather said."

"Alright, got it. Kill Jackson. Problem solved." Stiles said with a nod of his head, why is he always talking about killing Jackson or Derek? Sure, I think about it- but I don't actually say it out loud... that much.

Scott turned to face Stiles, "He risked his life for us- with Peter. Do you remember that?"

"Yes, but what did we just find out? He got the bite from Derek, it's funny how he just got exactly what he wanted by supposedly risking his life for us, it's funny." Stiles replied sarcastically, the tone in his voice also revealed a large amount of annoyance and anger towards Jackson. 

Scott nodded, "Yeah, but that doesn't mean that he's still not worth saving."

"It's always something with him, though." Stiles said quietly. 

"He doesn't know what's he doing." Scott pointed out.

"So what?" Stiles retorted. 

Scott looked baffled, "So I didn't either! You remember when I almost killed you and Jackson?" He glanced at Allison again and she nodded to respond, "I had somebody to stop me. He's got nobody."

I rolled my eyes, "That's his own fault. Maybe if he wasn't so rude to people all the time, he would actually have friends that care about him."

"Doesn't matter. If we can save him, we should at least try." Scott said in all honesty. 

I let out an aggravated sigh, knowing that he was right. Just because Jackson was a huge dick to everyone and he pushes people away, he does need help. He is probably really scared and confused, and doesn't really know what's happening to him. "You're right, we should try to help him." I mumbled.

✢

Night had fallen, and it was starting to get a little cold outside. I guess I could have sat in the car with Scott and Allison- but I just needed to stay out of small spaces for awhile. I've been in the van with Jackson for most of the day, and it was starting to get harder to breathe while I was in there. I've never really been good with small spaces- I kind of freak myself out and then start to have some kind of anxiety attack. It's not fun. I've had a few in the past, and I would like to avoid them as much as possible. 

Stiles walked over to me and sat down next to me on the ground, sitting indian style just like I was currently doing. "I think Scott and Allison are having sex in the car," I mumbled as I set my eyes on him. 

What is with him and looking so perfect, without even really trying? That small little half-smirk that he has on his face right now is literally the most attractive thing that he does, and I can't help but want to kiss him right now simply because of it. But, I know that I can't get too distracted- someone has to keep a watch on Jackson, and it appears Allison and Scott are a bit preoccupied. 

"It's a good thing we can't hear them then..." He chuckled as he looked up into the sky, there were a few stars twinkling- but the rest were mostly hidden behind the clouds. 

I let out a sigh as I fell back onto my elbows, stretching my legs out in front of me. I bet people really would view life so much differently if they just laid outside at night and looked at the stars, letting their minds wander to ideas and beliefs of what else could possibly be out there. The possibilities are simply endless, and it's kind of amazing. 

"What're you thinking about?" Stiles quipped as he mimicked my stance and looked back up into the sky. 

I smiled, "Of what could possibly be out there... you know? If there are werewolves and Kanima's here, can you imagine what could possibly be out there on another planet, or in another galaxy?" 

"It's a crazy thought," He mused quietly. 

I let out a sigh, "I told Scott that I'm in love with you... that's why he kind of freaked last night."

"Oh.. I figured you had said something about me.." He responded quietly, his voice sounding like it was drifting away the second he stopped speaking. 

"Yeah... well, I haven't said that I've loved anybody for a long time... that's kind of why he went full on protective big brother mode." I explained with a dry laugh. 

It's been a very, very long time since the words 'I love you' left my lips. I haven't said it since my parents split up, and I didn't plan on ever really saying it again to be honest. It just felt right to say it about Stiles though, because love is the only thing that I could think that possibly describes my feelings for him. I've never felt this way about anyone before, and I guess that's a good thing. I'm not sure. 

"Can I ask you a question?" Stiles inquired as he turned his head slightly so he was looking at me. 

I nodded, "Ask away."

"Why me? Like... why do you feel that way about me?" His voice sounded very timid and he didn't sound like his usual sarcastic or happy self. He sounded very vulnerable and scared at this moment, and I really wish he would stop questioning why I have feelings for him. 

"I don't know... you're just... you're always there. I know that I can count on you, and you care and you always try to make me laugh, even when I tell you that I'm not in the mood to hear your sarcastic comments. I just... I don't know. It's hard to explain," I said with a sigh. I wish I could explain it to where it would make sense to him, but it barely makes any sense to me. 

He smiled softly as he grabbed my hand in his, "Sometimes I still can't believe that...well that you're mine. Ya know? Like, I have these moments when I feel like I'm dreaming because this incredible girl that I have been in love with since I was eleven is actually kissing me, or holding me, or calling me babe."

"How come you had tried to convince me that you were in love with Lydia... I mean, at the beginning of the school year- you were still talking about her and about how much you liked her. Why did you lie?" I inquired, I have been thinking about this particular question for a very long time. He would always tell me that he liked Lydia and how he has liked her since the third grade. Yet, he just came out a few weeks ago that he's been in love with me since the sixth grade.

He sighed, "I didn't want you to find out that I liked you... I was scared out of my freaking mind for you to find out. Scott knew how I felt- he confronted me about it the summer before freshman year... so I told him, and he said that maybe you could feel the same way. I never thought you would though, because I was just Stiles... your brother's best friend. His best friend that is scrawny and hyperactive, and can't say anything without being sarcastic. So, I went out of my way to make you believe that I liked Lydia. Which was freaking impossible, saying she was beautiful and perfect- when she isn't, well to me anyway, you are Kasey. And I hated lying to you, but I was just trying to prevent myself from getting my heart broken, I guess."

I nodded, "I understand. I just... I guess I wish you would have told me sooner, because maybe if you had I wouldn't be so jaded emotionally at the ripe age of sixteen." I chuckled. 

"You're not emotionally jaded," He mumbled.

I chuckled again, "Yeah I am, trust me. I literally don't let myself have feelings towards people that could possibly get me hurt,"

"But you let the feelings in for me?" He questioned. 

I sighed, "Well... you were the exception, I guess."

The sound of the van's doors being slammed open snapped Stiles' and I out of our conversation, we quickly stood up and rushed over to the van- only to find that Jackson was gone. Shit. I then made my way over to the car and pounded on the window, Scott and Allison were laying with each other in the back seat- half dressed. Yep, so totally called that one.

"You guys might wanna see this," I dead-panned.

"I have to call my father. Scott. I have to tell my father. He's going to kill someone." Allison said quickly as she looked into the back of the empty van with wide eyes. 

My brother nodded, "Alright. Okay tell him, tell him everything."

"Scott... I gotta tell mine too." Stiles said quietly. 

I bit my lip in fear for Stiles' dad, he was the closest thing I have to a father figure in my life, and just the thought of him being anywhere near Jackson made me nervous. I don't know how Stiles would handle it if his dad got hurt, and I don't know how I would be able to handle seeing Stiles that upset. 

"This is all my fault," Scott mumbled.

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

Scott nodded, "You're right."

"How are you going to make your dad believe all this?" She asked Stiles.

He shrugged, "I don't know. 

My brother then turned around to face us with his eyes glowing yellow, "He'll believe me."

✢

After we decided that we were going to try and get Scott to convince Mister Stilinski of what the hell has really been happening in Beacon Hills, Allison went home to try and figure more information out about the Kanima, and the three of us headed to the police station. The drive there was tense and I knew that if Scott was going to go through with this- it could end very, very badly. 

Once Stiles had the keep parked and we were in the station, he had us buzzed in so we could go back and meet up with him. The door opened to the small office and Stiles gave my brother once last glance before we walked in. 

And looking right at me was Jackson, sitting in a chair wearing the clothes that a deputy would wear. A man that I knew instantly was his father, was standing beside him- giving the three of us a very devious smirk. 

"Scott, Stiles, Kasey. Perfect timing. Have you met Jackson's father? Mr. David Whittemore? Esquire." Sheriff Stinlinski said as he walked into the door way.

Jackson leaned forward in his seat as he gave us an amused look, "That's means lawyer."

Oh shit. 

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So here is the last part of the episode. Stasey is just too adorable for words, I really am excited for season three so I can dive deeper into their personal issues with Stiles' mom and Kaseys' dad- it's going to be a huge factor in their relationship dynmaic. Anyway, be sure to fan, vote, and comment what you thought! xxx