Arms linked, Lydia and Isabelle followed
behind Jackson, walking very slowly only a few steps behind him. Izzy thought it would be fun to sneak attack him. Jackson walks into the men's locker room, making the girls share a look. Did they really want to go in there?

"Not it." The two say simultaneously, sharing a laugh.

"You should do it." Lydia pushes her towards the door. "You're lacrosse captain,
you've seen...stuff."

"Not the stuff you think." Izzy rolls her eyes, Lydia tilts her head at the girl. "Okay...maybe once or twice. But besides that I have my own section."

"Just go." Lydia pushes her again, gently. "I'll be look out."

Izzy silently debates, bitting the inside
of her cheek before letting out a sigh. She passes Lydia her bag. "Fine. Only because I know I can handle if Jackson turns again."

Izzy turns around and as she goes to open the locker room door, it swung open and out came Matt, who gasped. "Oh, you just scared the hell out of me!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." Isabelle gives him a short answer. Her chest filling with a weird feeling as soon as they came in contact.

"What exactly are you doing?" Matt questions, though it almost seemed like he already knew.

Izzy stuffs her hand into her sweater pockets. It was actually her father's, same thing if you asked her. "Lacrosse captain and all, needed some gear from Coach that he left me."

Matt hums, awkwardly letting out a cough. Lydia watches from behind the row of
lockers at the end of the hall. "Hey, did you hear about the underground show? Apparently, they've got some big name spinning."

"A rave?" Izzy was getting real bored of this conversation real fast.

"Oh, is it still a rave if you don't roll?" Matt kept going, not bothering to read the look on her face. "I just call it a party. But hey, I got a friend who can hook us up with tickets if you're down. Want me to get you one?"

"No, not really. Me and Stiles are...are something." Izzy shakes her head. Matt's smile drops. "But you have fun, okay? Bye bye."

Izzy moved around him and barged into the locker room, the sound of Jackson groaning filling her ears. "Shit."

Izzy ran into the locker room further and into the showers, immediately putting her hand over her eyes when she saw Jackson under the steaming hot water, staring right at her. "Jesus, Jackson. That was the last thing I wanted to see ever. In my life."

Jackson scoffs. "You're the one that walked into the boys' locker room."

"Yeah, usually I get a heads up when you guys are all decent." Isabelle throws him a towel.

"I am very much decent." Jackson states, wrapping himself with the towel. "You can look now."

Izzy moves her hands off her eyes and looks at her best friend. His eyes. He didn't look like Jackson. It was like his soul wasn't there. "And you're already turned. Great."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Jackson says simply before he reaches out and swipes at Izzy, who easily dodged his attempt to scratch her.

"You know this isn't much of a fight." Izzy's eyes glow red as her arms shoot out and catch Jackson mid air, holding him up in the air. "Lydia!"

Seconds later after she called the red headed girl, she along with the rest of their crew plus Eric's came rushing in. Izzy scrunched her nose. "What is she doing here?"

"Just keeping Stiles here company." Erica latches onto Stiles's arm.

Izzy's eyes grew brighter as her chest grew tense. Seeing her like that on Stiles's arm
made her want to rip Erica's head off. "Lydia get him back to normal so I can take out her spine."

"Get off." Stiles pushes the blonde off his arm, sending her into Noah who moved back so the girl could fall onto the floor. They all let out a chuckle. Stiles turns back
to Izzy, he wanted her to know that his heart was hers. Their eyes said it all, but Izzy was scared to admit it.

"Can you let me down, now?" Jackson's voice brings them back, all remembering what they were there for. Izzy eyes him, his eyes were stone cold and he looked like Jackson.

"How'd you do that so fast?" Izzy asks Lydia.

"It was longer than you think." Lydia gestures to the chain around her neck. "If you weren't staring into Stile's eyes—."

"And down goes Jackson." Izzy cuts her off, dropping her hands to her side, making Jackson fall to the ground. A loud thud fills the room as he drops. "My bad."

Izzy rushes over to Jackson and goes to help the groaning boy up and as she does that, the locker door slammed open and in came Mr. Harris. The same emotionless look on his face. His eyebrows raise looking at all the teens. "What are all of
you doing in here?"

"We uh—."

"Well you see—."

"We were just—."

"We didn't do—."

"I don't care." Harris cuts them off. He points at every single one of them. "You all, detention!"

"Do you now have anything else better to do besides—."

"You want two days, Hale?"

"With you? No."

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"Oh, uh, we can't be in detention together. I have a restraining order against these tools." Jackson says from behind Izzy as they all walk into the library, Matt somehow, someway finding himself with them. Izzy couldn't shake the feeling he brought it.

"All of these tools?" Harries gestures to the group of kids as they all sit, in the two separate tables.

"No, just us tools..." An annoyed Stiles motion between him and Scott.

"Fine." Harris motions with his fingers to a separate table away from Jackson. "You two, over there."

Izzy gets up pushing Jackson to the side, giving Lydia a kiss on the cheek and waving to Hope before leaving them and joining Stiles and Scott, taking her place in the empty seat next
to Stiles.

"Ms. Hale, I didn't say you can sit with them." Harris tells her, his voice as robotic as ever.

"We're kinda a package deal." She points between herself and Stiles. "You don't really have a choice, especially if you want
me to stay calm. Don't you want that?"

Izzy tilts her head slightly, giving the teacher an innocent, yet threatening look. He simply nods and Scott chuckles. "Really?"

"What?" Izzy asks. "He makes mad. He's lucky he's still breathing."

"Relax." Stiles grabs her hand, rubbing the back of it gently. It was such a normal thing that made Izzy really think. If small affection from him like this could ease her anxiety, she could just imagine how they would be in a real relationship.

Her father was no longer her anchor. He was and as much as she needed him, she was still scared to give him all of her. Izzy knew he would never hurt her, but the what ifs haunted her. She's a monster that has been hurt too many times and she couldn't take the risk of getting hurt again, but...who knows?

"What if it's Matt?" Stiles's sweet voice makes her snap out of her daydream. "I mean, this whole thing comes back to the video, right?"

"Danny said that Matt was the one who found the two hours of footage missing." Scott adds on.

"Exactly! He's trying to throw suspicion off himself."

"And I've had a weird feeling about him ever since we met." Izzy states. "And not only is he a creep, but he tried to ask me on a date to some rav—."

"A date?" Stiles repeats with wide eyes. "Did you tell him no? He should know that he isn't worthy of you and that even though weren't not together, you are infact m—."

"I told him no, Sti." Izzy squeezes his hand.  "And I may or may not have brought you up."

"Back to the present." Scott snaps his fingers a them. "So, he makes Jackson kill Isaac's dad, one of Argent's Hunters, and the mechanic working on your Jeep...?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"Because he's evil."

Scott lets out a sigh. "You just don't like him."

"The guy bugs me." Stiles rolls his eyes dramatically, making Izzy let out a laugh. "I don't know what it is. Just look at his face! He tried to get with Izzy!"

"Any other theories?"

"I agree with him." Izzy taps her fingers against Stiles's hand. "Matt has somehow been at the center of it all, especially today. He was leaving when I found Jackson. I mean, suspicious? I think so."

Scott goes to speak, until Jackson abruptly stands, his chair dragging against the floor. "I have to go to the bathroom."

"Are you okay?" Izzy stands, going over to him immediately and checking him over. He was over heated and looking pale. "What the hell..."

Jackson pushes her back gently. "I'm okay. I just need to get some water."

"No one leaves their seats." Harris says, following Jackson out, eyes set on Izzy who flips him off as soon as he turns around to leave the library.

Moments after he leaves, Noah struts in making Izzy squint her eyes at him. "Where the hell were you?"

"I may or may not have been with Danny...at his house." Noah says sheepishly, making everyone in the library besides Matt, Erica and Allison gasp in excitement.

"No way!" Izzy claps her hands. "I'm officially no longer mad! What happened—Did you guys do—."

"No." Noah denies. "We just talked and made out. It was the best ."

"That's amazing." Lydia joins them. "We needed some good news around here."

"Back to Jackson." Scott coughs out, making the three roll their eyes, but oblige knowing they had to figure out how to help the boy. "Anything with his parents."

"You're up." Izzy tells Lydia as they all
move now to sit at the table Izzy was previously in.

"Jackson's birth parents were Gordon and Margaret Miller. They died in a car crash on June 14, 1995." Lydia starts, swallowing the lump in her throat that tried to stop
her from continuing. "Margaret was kept on life support long enough for the doctors to deliver Jackson by c-section. He was adopted by attorney, his now father, David Whittemore and his wife..."

"In compensation for their deaths, Jackson is to receive a large insurance settlement on his eighteenth birthday." Izzy finishes, rubbing Lydia's back.

"I could try to find the insurance report on my dad's inbox." Erica makes her way towards them, sitting next to Hope who glared at her. Erica ignores the hard eyes on her. "He keeps everything."

"No one wants your—."

"Scott McCall, please report to the principal's office." Allison's mother's voice rings through the speakers. Scott nervously gulps and with a pat on the back from Noah, he stands and starts to walk out. Allison staring as he walked away.

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"Whoa, look at the dates." Stiles points at Erica's computer, his eyes going over the documents.

""Passengers arrived at the hospital DOA. The estimated time of death, 9:26PM, June fourteenth, 1995."" Erica reads out loud.

Izzy and Lydia share a look as Stiles glances at them. "Jackson's birthday is June fifteenth..."

"Mhm." Izzy hums, the sound of Harris and Jackson's footsteps coming back catches her attention. They walk in and she immediately eyes Jackson, he looked tired and still pale. This wasn't good.

Harris starts to back up and they all follow, but quickly stop when Harris shakes his head smirking at them. "Oh, no, I'm sorry. Uh, yes, I'm leaving, but none of you are. You may go when you're done with the re-shelving."

With his head he motions to the carts full of books, making them groan. He smugly smiles. "Enjoy the rest of your evening."

"He's officially number one on my hit list." Izzy sucks her teeth, her eyes glowing red as she stares at Harris walk out. She wanted nothing more than to cut his head right off his body. Life would be so much more peaceful if she did.

After he leaves, they all stand and start grabbing carts, so they could quickly put them away and leave. Izzy, Scott and Stiles in one section. Lydia, Hope and Allison in the other and Erica, Noah, Jackson and Matt in the last one. They needed to spilt up and take turns watching Jackson, but he also didn't want people around him. He wasn't feeling the best.

"So, was it an accident, or not?" Scott questions, joining them only moments ago.

"The word all over the report is "inconclusive."" Stiles repeats.

"Then his parents could have been murdered?" Izzy whispers, she felt so so bad for Jackson. Everything he's been through, somehow led him to this. He was so vulnerable.

"If they were, then it falls in line with the Kanima myth, you know?" Stiles fiddles with a book in his hands. "It seeks out and kills murderers."

"But, for Jackson? Or the person controlling him?" Erica asks.

"We have to talk to him." Izzy states, her tone stern. She knew they were going to disagree. "We have to tell him."

"He's not gonna li--." Stiles tries to stop her, but she was already rushing away to find her childhood best friend.

Izzy stops in her tracks, seeing an open book on the floor. She looked back to see Scott behind her. Slowly, the two walk forward and Izzy lets out a gasp when she sees Matt on the floor as still as he could be, cuts on the back of his neck. Jackson, Erica and Noah were gone.

When she went to rush forward, but the light above her blows out, the glass shattered and the light goes out causing her and Scott to fall down, eyes glowing.

"Erica! Noah! Hope!" Izzy screams, causing Erica to wolf out and Hope to stand on alert, veins under her eyes. "I need to find Noah!"

Jackson raced along the atop of the high bookshelves as Izzy ran checking each aisle for Noah. She ran and ran, still no sight of him. Her gaze is suddenly turned towards the opposite side of the library and she hears a small grunt.

As fast as she could, she ran towards the other side and her eyes fall on a limp Noah, going in and out of consciousness. His body was bruised and he had a cut on the back of his neck. "Noah."

Izzy reaches under the table and pulls the boy into her arms. "You tried to fight, didn't you?"

"Y-You taught me that." Noah groans out. "Lydia-She's safe. She's in the closet."

"We need to get you to Derek." Izzy lifts him in her arms and as she goes to turn, she sees Jackson in his half kanima form, throw Scott back into the book cart. "Jackson!"

He didn't seem to hear her. He didn't seem to hear anything or anyone. Jackson stood in front of a chalk board, using his nail to write on it. 'Stay out my way or I'll kill all of you.'

Taking advantage of this, Izzy now catches sight of Erica who was shaking on the floor. She gently places Noah down and looks over the girl. "You're having a seizure."

Izzy is quick to place her on her side, the blonde still shaking, gasping trying to breathe. "Help! I need help! She's having a seizure. Hope, get Lydia and Allison check on Matt!"

Scott and Stiles rush over to her and check the girl over. Izzy looks up at them. "We have to get them out of here now. They can-They can die if we don't. My dad. He can help."

Scott lifts up Erica, taking her into his arms as she does the same with Noah. The two quickly rush out the library, Stiles behind them. Izzy whispers to Noah. "Stay with me, okay? Stay with me."

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"Dad!" Izzy screams out as they rush into the abandoned train station. Neither Erica nor Noah are fully conscious. Both still very still and breathing very shallowly. This was scaring Izzy.

Her his daughters distraught and distressed voice. He ran towards them, his eyes immediately falling on Noah and then to Erica. Izzy gives him pleading eyes. "Help them. Please."

Derek is quick to take action. They lay the two down, setting them up and placing lights over the both of them. Derek looks at his daughter. "You need to copy me, okay? You have to do this."

"Is he dying?" Izzy asks, her eyes watery.

"You have to do this." Derek repeats, ignoring her question.

"I'm right here." Stiles stands next to her. "I'll be here, okay?"

Izzy nods slowly, taking in a breath before she looks at her father. "Let's do this."

Derek clenches his jaw before he takes Erica's arms in his grasp, snapping it in half, breaking it. Izzy shakes her head frantically as she holds Noah's arm in her grasp.

"Iz, if-if you want to help him." Stiles's voice was so steady, it calmed her. "You have to do it."

"Come on, baby." Derek encourages his daughter. They needed to hurry. "It'll trigger the healing process."

Sucking in a breath, Izzy snaps Noah's arms in half, trying to drown out loud screams that made her heartache. She couldn't help but to blame herself. Derek speaks to her softly. "We still gotta get the venom out-- this is where it's really gonna hurt. Watch me."

Izzy watches intently, Derek grabs ahold
of Erica's broken arm. He pushes down on it, her screams filling the room. Blood rushed out of her arm, you can see the kanima venom flowing out. Izzy wastes no time in doing the same to Noah. Both him and Erica collapse onto the train station seats.

"Iz." Noah croaks out, gaining her full attention as she wipes her stray tears away. "Thank you...you al-always save me."

"Always, pretty boy." Izzy runs a hand through his hair. "Rest."

Noah doesn't have to be told twice. As soon as his eyes shut, Izzy turns around and falls into Stiles's embrace. Relief washes over both of them. Stiles kisses her temple as he sways them. They listen to Scott speak to Derek.

"We're gonna help you stop him... as part of your pack. If you want me in, fine. But, we'll do it on one condition-- we're gonna catch him, not kill him."

"We can't kill him." Izzy speaks up, her father nods.

"And?" Derek's gaze is solely on his daughter, who smiles up at Stiles, her eyes full of love.

"And we do it our way." Scott finishes and Derek agrees.

"Stiles, can I get my daughter back?"

Stiles scrambles to let her go and pushes her towards Derek. "Sorry, I—."

"Don't let him scare you, Sti." Izzy nudges her father before pulling him into a hug. Derek kisses her head. "He's a big softy."

"Only for my daughter."