"What do we do now?" Stiles suddenly speaks, startling Scott, who stood behind a nightclub, keeping watch.

Scott jumps at the voice. "Holy cr--."

"Wha-- sorry, I'm sorry..." Stiles tries to calm the wolf down. His eyes go to Izzy's who is now walking back to them, defeated look on her face. "Did you see where he went?"

"I lost him." Isabelle rolls her eyes.

"What?" Stiles gives her wide eyes. "You couldn't catch his scent?"

"He doesn't have one." Izzy states. "And it got interfered with another's. It was weird."

Stiles sighs. "All right, any clue where he's going?"

"To kill someone." Scott answers simply.

"Ah. That explains the claws, and the fangs, and all that." Stiles says sarcastically. "Good. Makes perfect sense now."

Izzy and Scott share a look, Scott raising his eyebrows as Izzy chuckles, looking to the Stilinski. Stiles looks between the two with a exasperated look. "What? Guys, come on. I'm one hundred and forty-seven pounds of pale skin and fragile bone-- sarcasm is my only defense!"

"I can defend you, Sti." Izzy grins at him and runs her finger down his chest, Stiles freezes. Scott stifles a laugh. "I will always define you."

"Enough." Scott slaps the girls hand away, jokingly. He pats Stiles's shoulder. "Just help me find it."

"Not-Not "it"-- Jackson." Stiles stutters.

"Yeah, I know. I-I know." Scott huffs.

"All right, but do you guys think he knows that?" Izzy crosses her arms over her chest. "Did anybody else see him back at your house?"

Scott shrugs. "I mean, I don't think so, but he already passed Derek's test anyway."

"Yeah, but that's just the thing-- how did he pass the test?"

"I don't know." Scott shrugs.

"Who does?" Izzy pipes in. "The supernatural world doesn't make sense anymore."

"You can say that again." Stiles mutters. He tilts his head. "Maybe it's like an either-or thing? I mean, Derek said that a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom, right?"

"When is the Kanima not the Kanima?" Izzy thinks, looking between the boys. "When it's Jackson."

Stiles's eyes trail up. "Uh...Guys? See that?" Scott and Izzy turn and look up at the roof of the club to see the Kanima, his tail arcing into the light of the moon, darting into the building.

"He's inside." Scott and Izzy say in unison.

"What's he gonna do in there?" Stiles asks.

"I know who he's after." Izzy speaks up.

Stiles turns his gaze to look at the beautiful person next to him. "What? How? Did you smell something?"

"Armani." Izzy's eyes go to Danny who was there outside of the club, first on line and waiting to get in the club.

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Izzy leads the two boys around the back of the club, Scott and Stiles eyeing the girl, trying to figure out what it is she was looking for. When they reached a door, Izzy wiggles the door knob, but it was no use. It was locked.

"Aw, come on!" Stiles groans. He scratches the back of his head. "All right, maybe there's, like, a uh-like, a window we could climb through, or some kind of--."

Izzy and Scott share a look before looking around. Scott gives her a nod and Izzy wraps her hands tightly around the knob before pulling back harshly. With another pull, the handle breaks off.

"Or, my insanely beautiful Izzy can rip it off with supernatural strength." Stiles smiles as Izzy gives him one back with her red cheeks. "How do you get hotter by the second?"

"I'm a Hale, everything I do turns out to be hot." Izzy smirks and grabs Stiles's hand. "And maybe, I wanted to show off in front of you. Did it work?"

"Did it—Did it work?" Stiles repeats, as they walk in. "You looked so hot doing it. You always looked gorgeous and—."

"Dude." Scott's voice gets their attention. "Everyone in here is a dude! I think we're in a gay club..."

Stiles and Izzy turn to look around and Izzy let's out a chuckle at the look on Scott's face. She turns to look at Stiles, but he was distracted by a group of guys and drag queens. Izzy nudges Scott and points to Stiles. The two laugh at him.

Stiles glares at them and speaks sarcastically. "Man, nothing gets past those keen Werewolf senses, huh, Scott?"

"Should I help?" Izzy asks Scott.

"Why not?" Scott shrugs.

Izzy laughs and makes her way over to Stiles, she takes a hold of his hands, intertwining their fingers. She looks around at the Queens and boys. "Guys, he's not exactly on the market."

"If he belongs to you, he's one lucky guy." One of the drag queens, winks at her.

"I definitely am lucky." Stiles nods, glancing at their connected hands. He smiles.

"Let's go, Sti." Izzy rubs her thumb over the back of his hand as she drags him towards Scott who was waiting by the bar.

When they get there, Stile smirks at the bartender, still holding Izzy's hand. He gives the bartender a grin. "Two beers."

"IDs?" The bartender asks, Stiles and Scott pull out their license's making Izzy groan. Izzy pulls out an ID.

"How 'bout two Cokes?" The bartender looks at the two boys.

"Rum and Coke?" Stiles tries, enthusiastically. "Sure!" The bartender gives him a blank look. "...Coke's fine, actually. I'm driving, anyway."

"And for you?" The bartender asks Izzy. "I don't know how you ended up stuck with these two."

"Babysitting." Izzy gives a small shrug. "And I'll take the Coke and Rum."

"On it." The bartender nods and gives off to gather the drinks.

"How did you even get him to do that?" Stiles looks at her with wide eyes. "Was that some witchy magic or—."

"It's a fake ID." Scott whispers, eyeing the ID in his hands. "It says she's twenty two."

"Does your father know about that?" Stiles snatches the ID from Scott's hands.

"He's the one that made it for me." Izzy takes her ID back. They give her a shocked look and she shrugs. "What? We moved around a lot."

Before they could respond, the bartender appears with their drinks. "Here you go." He passes the drinks to the three. The last drink going to Stiles. "That one's paid for."

The bartender gestures to the guys across the bar. Scott and Izzy laugh as Stiles groans. "Oh, shut up."

"We didn't say anything..." Izzy takes a sip of her drink.

"Yeah, well, your face did." Stiles pinches her cheek before he looks around the club, his eyes spotting a certain person. "Hey, I found Danny."

"...I found Jackson." Scott's eyes on the ceiling, Stiles and Izzy follow his eyes, seeing the Kanima there, moving across.

Izzy pulls out her phone and sends a text to Rowan and Noah, telling them to meet her at the club, sending them the address. She looks to Stiles and Scott. "Sti, you get Danny and me and Scott will got after Jackson. Noah and Rowan are on their way to help."

"Sounds good to me." Stiles says before he runs off. Scott and Izzy watch him for a moment before they go after Jackson.

Izzy and Scott follow Jackson as he crawls his way slowly on the ceiling, Izzy could see that his eyes were on Danny. She only hoped Rowan and Noah would be there to help Stiles's save Danny while they get Jackson.

On cue, fog appears, surrounding the Kanima. Scott and Izzy look at each other and when they look back, he's gone. Izzy pushes Scott. "Go to Stiles, now. I'll find him."

Scott only nods and runs off, leaving Izzy on her own. The Hale girl looks around the crowd and no a minute of looking she could see the Kanima stalking towards Danny and the group of boys surrounding him.

Izzy throws her hand out, making the Kanima freeze before it could attack the boys and anyone around them. She rushes towards him, but comes to a halt when she sees her father on the other side, wolfed out, his red eyes glowing. She growls and calls to the kanima. "Jackson!"

The kanima turns towards her, Derek goes to attack him, but Izzy with her magic, pulls Jackson towards her, allowing Derek to take a swipe at the air. Izzy places her hand on Jackson's head and it causes Jackson to fall unconscious. His body going back to normal. She takes her jacket and wraps it around him. "I got you, Jack."

She heard footsteps rush towards her as screams now filled the air. She looks to the four boys with wide eyes. "What do we do with him now?"

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"Danny!" Izzy rushes towards her friend. The boy turns, he smiles and limps toward her. Izzy stops in front of him, placing her hands on his shoulders. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Danny nods, the smile still on his lips. "Just my leg, got pushed because someone said something was chasing them and obviously I was in the way."

"Gosh, did they say what it was?" Izzy asks as she allows her magic to slowly heal him, making sure it wasn't in his view.

"Nope, no one knows, just that it was scary." Danny laughs.

"I'm glad you're okay, Danny." Izzy pulls him into a hug.

Danny hugs her tight. "Thank you. I am too."

"I'll see you tomorrow." Izzy pulls away, she goes to walk, but Danny pulls her back.

"Noah...is he single?" Danny gives her a grin.

Izzy chuckles. She shakes her head amusingly. "He is now...I'll let him know you're interested."

"You're the best." Danny kisses her cheek and walks away, this time without a limp, making him glance back at Izzy who was running back towards Stiles's truck.

"Nothing out of Danny..." Izzy says as she sits between Stiles and Scott, she turns to look at Noah. "Besides the fact that he has a crush on Noah."

Noah blushes, though his thoughts go back to Isaac and before he could respond Stiles speaks up, anxiously. "Okay, can we just get the hell out of here now, before one of my dad's deputies sees me?"

"Aww, scared." Rowan teases the boy, who flips him off and drives off.

As they get to the exit, the Sheriff pulls in and Stiles comes to a stop making him panic. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Could this get any worse?"

"You could—."

"That was rhetorical." Stiles snaps at Rowan, who puts his hands up innocently.

"Get rid of him." Rowan hits his arm."

"Get rid of him?!" Stiles says, exasperatedly. "We're at a crime scene, and he's the Sheriff!"

"Do something!" Scott adds.

Stiles looks to Izzy. Izzy shrugs. "I'll go with you."

"Thank you." Stiles grabs her hand and helps her out the car. They make their way towards Stilinski. Stiles waves at him awkwardly. "Hey..."

"What are you both doing here?" Stilinski looks between the both of them.

"What do you mean, what am I doing here?" Stiles retorts. Izzy inwardly facepalms herself. "It's a club. "We were clubbing, you know... At the club."

"Not exactly your type of club..." He says suspiciously, his eyes on Izzy who held onto Stiles's arm.

"Uh, well, Dad, there's a conversation that we--."

"This is the second crime scene that you just 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. Or the girl for that matter." He sighs. "Now, what the hell is going on?"

"Look, we were here with Danny and my cousin Noah." Izzy speak for Stiles. "Danny just broke up with his boyfriend, and Noah is trying to find one, so, you know, we were just trying to take them out and get his mind off things and he'll Noah find someone worth his time."

Stilinski looks at his soon who nods along. Stiles squeezes Izzy's hand. "That's-that's it."

"Well, that's really good of you guys. You're good friends." Stilinski tells the two. "Now go, make sure she gets home safe Stiles."

"I'll always make sure she's safe." Stiles responds before pulling Izzy back towards his car.

"I'll always protect you, Stiles." Izzy fiddles with his hand before glancing at him. "You know that right?"

"That's what you've been doing right?" Stiles questions, Izzy knew exactly what he meant. She stays quite and allows him to open the door for her, she gets in.

The car is quite and she knew the others heard their conversation, Stiles too. So, Stiles clears his throat. "Uh, what about your house?"

"Not with my mom there." Scott shakes his head. "We need to take him somewhere where we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him. Or long enough to convince him he's dangerous."

"I still say we just kill him." Rowan and Noah say in unison.

"We're not killing him." Izzy glares at them.

"God, f--." Stiles groans as he thinks. "Okay, okay, I got an idea."

Scott gives him an uneasy look. "Does it involve breaking the law?"

"By now, don't you think that's a given?" Stiles looks at him grimly.

"It's clear he was just trying to be optimistic." Izzy shrugs.

"Don't even bother."