Jackson's eyes slowly open, he blinks a couple times, trying to get rid of the blurriness. He goes to moves his arms and legs, having to stretch, but he stops when he hears the sound of metal. He looks down at the weight around his wrists and ankles.

He panics as he tries to break out of them. After not successfully breaking them, he takes in a sharp breath as realization hits him. He clenches his jaw as he goes to speak. "Stiles!"

Outside the van, Izzy watches as the human boys face turns red. She share a look with Rowan and Noah before the three let out a laugh, Scott joining them. Stiles whines. "Why is it always me?"

They all go to answer until Jackson screams again. "Stiles! McCall! I'm gonna kill you!"

It was Scott's turn to pale. The other three let out chuckles. Izzy shakes her head amusingly before she moves towards the van, Rowan catches her arm. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"

"To talk to him." Izzy says as if it was obvious.

"No way." Stiles and Scott say in unison.

"Yes way." Izzy rolls her eyes, taking her arm out of her cousin's grip. "He'll be more calm with me. He'll listen to me and no matter what he's my best friend. We've been best friends half our lives. I need to be there and tell him."

"Just let her go." Noah pipes in. The boys share defeated looks.

"Be careful." Stiles tells her as he moves out of her way, allowing her to walk into the van, grabbing the bag of treats she bought for Jackson.

"Stiles I swear to g—."

Jackson stops his rant when he sees his best friend walk into the van. "Izzy."

"Hey, Jackie." Izzy gives him a teasing smile.

"You were apart of this?" Jackson gives her a hard look.

"Sorta." She shrugs. "I didn't want to lock you up, but I was kinda outnumbered."

"You have to let me go." Jackson begs.

"I can't. This is for your own good, though." Izzy tells him. "We're doing you a big favor."

"This is doing me a favor?"

"You're killing people, Jack." Izzy informs him. "And we don't know why. We just want to figure it out. I'm sorry."

"You're doing what's best." Jackson huffs. "I don't blame you, but you know my parents will be looking for me?"

"I know. Hopefully the boys don't blow it."Izzy nods, shaking her head. Izzy eyes Jackson. She moves forward, placing her hands on the chains around his wrist. She mutters a spell under her breath and just like that, the handcuffs fall off his wrist.

"I can hurt you, Iz."

"I trust you, Jackson." Izzy gives him a smile. She moves forward and placed her forehead on Jackson's. Jackson let's his eyes close momentarily, taking in the calm touch of his best friends. "You're my best friend, Jackson. No matter what. I got you, okay?"

"I'm scared, Iz. I don't like this feeling."

"We can be scared together. I'm right here, Jackson." Izzy pats his cheek before the two separate. Izzy decides to lighten the mood. "You know, I'm the one that put those pants on you. Stiles was hurt."

Jackson let's out a laugh. A genuine laugh. Izzy smiles. All she wanted to do was protect her best friend.

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"Scales? Like a fish?" Jackson tilts his head at the red head girl.

"No, more like a reptile." Izzy takes a handful of chips in her mouth before passing it to Jackson.

The others had went to school. It was just her, Jackson and Rowan. Rowan stood outside, watching guard in case anything were to happen. Izzy continues. "Your claws have this liquid that paralyzes people, and you have a tail."

"I have a tail?" Jackson finishes up the rest of the bags of fish.

"Yeah, you have a tail."

"Mmm." The boy hums. "Does it do anything?"

"We're no sure, probably can kill someone." Izzy shrugs.

"Can I use it to strangle, Stiles?" Jackson gives her an innocent smile.

"You can strangle yourself." Izzy says back, grinning.

"Funny." Jackson says sarcastically. "So, what else have I done?"

"The night of the semi-final game you attacked Stiles and my father at the school, and you trapped them in the pool! I kicked your ass and saved their butts." Izzy places a wide smile on her lips that let Jackson release a laugh. "You also killed a mechanic-- right in front of me and Stiles, which was just lovely. And, one of Argent's Hunters. Oh, and last night, you tried to kill Danny."

"What? Why would I want to kill my boy best friend?" Jackson questions.

"That's what the boys are trying to figure out." Izzy tells him. "But I personally think, someone is controlling you. Using you as your little puppet. On the night of the first full moon, what happened?"

"Nothing-- nothing happened." Jackson admits.

"Nothing that you remember." Izzy corrects. She moves and sits next to Jackson. She turns her body towards him. "You remember nothing. That's why I think you're being controlled. It makes sense."

"I think you just figured it out." Jackson nudges her.

"Holy shit, I did." Izzy laughs. "We just need to find who."

Jackson goes to open his mouth, but stops when Rowan opens the the door, sticking his head into the police van. "Sorry go ruin this lovely moment, but they know."

"They know what?" The two ask simultaneously.

"Jackson's parents, the police, the Argents. They all know Jackson is missing."

Izzy wastes no time in breaking off the cuffs around Jackson's ankles. "Let's go."

"Where are we going?"

"I don't know, we need to get out of here. The boys aren't going to be able to stay quiet for long."

'All available units, proceed to Beacon Hills Preserve as instructed. Proceed with caution until Sheriff Stilinski's arrival. Proceed with caution.'

"I told you."

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"I figured it out." Izzy tells Stiles on the phone. "Remember in the Bestiary it says, 'The Kanima seeks a friend,' right?"

"Yeah."

"Someone is controlling Jackson. Trying to keep the secret, so that everything stays hidden. We just have to figure out who."

"That's gonna take a while." Stiles mutters. "Where are you guys?"

"It's best not to tell you." Izzy tells hims. "Be safe, Sti. All of you."

"You too, Izzy. Be safe. Call me if anything." Stiles replies. "Absolutely anything."

"Same for you." Izzy says, a small smile on her lips before she hangs up.

"Be safe, Jackson." Rowan mocks Izzy.

"I'll be so safe, Rowan." Jackson mocks Stiles. Izzy slaps both of their shoulders, the two boys wince and whine.

"I hate you both." Izzy glares at them playfully before her eyes trail up at the house in front of them. "I hate that we're here."

"We need a place to stay for a few." Rowan responds to the girl. "We have to stay here."

"I know." Izzy let's out a defeated sigh.

"It'll be okay." Jackson grabs one of her hands in his. "I got you."

"So do I." Rowan follows by grabbing her other free hand. "You can do this."

"I can do this." Izzy repeats to herself. She couldn't help, but wish for Stiles to be here with her. To support her. He calmed her and kept her sane. Yes, she found comfort in the arms of her best friend's, but it for some reason, never compared to Stiles. As Izzy thinks about him, she takes a step forward, pushing her to walk towards the door. "Might kill myself when I walk in there."

"Shut up." The two boys hiss at her.

Izzy only shrugs in response as they come to the door. Her eyes go to Rowan. "Knock."

"Why can't you knock—."

"My hands aren't exactly free." She holds up her intertwined hands. "And if I let go. No one is safe."

Rowan huffs before reaching out and knocking on the door. In a matter of seconds the door is opened and behind the door is Marcel, who looks at the kids with wide eyes, more specifically his sister. "Iz-Izzy."

"We need a place to stay for a few." Izzy tightens the grip she had on their hands, they both squeeze back in reassurance.

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"Please, just let us explain." Kol pleads, his voice stopping the girl from going up the stairs with the two boys by her side.

"I didn't come here to talk about why she's here. I came here for safety." Izzy snaps. "I don't want to talk to none of you."

"You should listen to them." Hope steps forward.

"Don't fucking speak to me." Izzy gives her a hard look.

While they were arguing, Jackson feels his hands start to tingle. He looks down at them, he gasps lowly when he sees the scales Izzy mentioned earlier, start to form on his skin. He mentally curses as he fills with panic. He looks to Rowan. "Where's the bathroom?"

"Come on." Rowan motions him to follow. "I'll take you there."

Jackson quickly follows the boy, leaving Izzy alone. Izzy scoffs at them before she stares back at Hope. "You ruined my life you know that?"

"I know, but we were kids. I didn't know what I was doing and—."

"I was a little girl constantly getting verbally and physically abused by the people that were supposed to love me the most. Don't you get it? I had no child hood, he ruined my life. If it—." Izzy let's out a breath as she thinks about her father, Derek. "If it wasn't for Derek, my dad. I probably wouldn't be living."

"Don't say that." Marcel shakes his head.

"What? It's the truth!" Izzy exclaims. She turns to walk away. "I just want to watch over my friends for now."

"They're coming." Hope blurts out.

Izzy freezes as she sucks in a breath. She slowly turns to face her twin. "What?"

"They're on the way here. Coming to get you." Hope admits to her. "That's why I'm here. I don't want them to ruin what you have here. I don't—."

Hope was cut off by a loud thud coming from upstairs. Instantly, Izzy shakes everything off before she rushes upstairs, everyone else behind her. She rushes towards the bathroom and sees Rowan right outside the bathroom floor, laying still. Izzy runs to him. "Where is he?!"

"In-In the bathroom." Rowan stutters. "I can't feel my legs, Izzy."

"It's okay." Izzy whispers, kissing his cheek. "You're going to be okay."

Izzy looks up at the others, her eyes on Marcel. "Get him out of here."

"What about you?" Davina asks.

"I can take care of it." Izzy let's out a sigh. "Go!"

As soon as they took Rowan away. Izzy walks into the bathroom. Her eyebrows scrunch together, when she saw no sight of the Kanima. That was until, she heard a hiss coming from behind her. Izzy clenches her jaw before she turns around, as she does, the Kanima jumps right down in front of her.

"Jackson." Izzy gasps, she backs up just a bit, leaving space between them. "It's me. It's your best friend. Actually, your only friend besides Danny."

The Kanima stays in it's spot, eyeing her with it's dark eyes. She had to take this chance. Izzy shivers as she continues. "I know you're listening and I want you to know that you do have somebody. You've had me since the day I let you have my peanut butter and jelly sandwich in preschool. You've always been there for me. You and Lydia. You know everything about me, there no matter what, even on the days you were a dick. You're my brother, one of my favorite people on this planet."

Izzy's eyes widen when she sees the scales slowly leave Jackson's face. She lifts her ankle up, showing him an anklet. On the end of it was a charm with both their initial on it. "You sent me this on my birthday when I was away as a reminder that no matter what we'd always have each other. This is me right now letting you know that I'm not going anywhere. I'll protect you until my last breath if I have too. You told me that I was your escape. Think about me, about Danny, even Lydia. Just come back to me, J."

Izzy's eyes soften when she sees Jackson's
normal face come back, the scales leaving. It worked. The look on his face made Izzy's heart ache. He looked scared.

When he was back to normal, Izzy grabbed a towel from the towel rack and gave it to Jackson. When he wrapped it around himself, Izzy brought him into her arms, holding him close. Jackson clings onto her. "You're okay, J. I promise you."

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Izzy walks into the sheriff's station, Jackson fully clothed by her side, their arms linked. Lydia on Jackson's on his other side. The trio back together, Jackson felt the most at peace he's ever felt in his laugh.

"Buzz us in?" Izzy asks the guard behind the desk. "Stilinski is waiting for us."

"Whittemore?" His eyes go to Jackson, who nods. The man buzzes them in and as they open the door, immediately all eyes are on them. Stiles, Noah and Scott all let out relieved sighs.

"Jackson." David, Jackson's father lets out a happy sigh. "You're okay."

"Yeah." Jackson gives his father a small smile. "Izzy took care of me. Lydia too."

"Thank you, girls. Thank you so much." The older Whittemore pulls his son into a hug. Jackson awkwardly hugging back.

"There you go." Stiles claps as he stands. "Problems solved."

"Problems not solved." Stilinski glares at his son. "Sit down."

"Yes sir."