FRENEMY
(HAS NOT BEEN REWRITTEN)

It took Derek all of three seconds to sprint off into the night. Two seconds later, a pair of arms wrapped around Carter's waist, hoisted her up off of her feet, and shoved into the backseat of Stiles' jeep. Carter mumbled to Scott, something relating to not liking being man-handled.

It seemed like as soon as all three of them were sitting in their proper seats, Stiles took off. Carter had to grip onto the back of the front seats to keep herself upright. They were literally just winging it, trying their best to get to Jackson before Derek.

The tires of the jeep screeched as Stiles jerked the wheel, and right when they turned into the alley, Stiles slammed on his brakes. Carter grunt as the seatbelt dug into her lower stomach. There were tire spikes directly in front of the car as well as a chain linked fence.

"What do we do now?"

Scott flung open the door, leaving the duo as he flipped himself over the gate, not looking back once. The brunette scoffed, unbuckling herself and rolled rather ungracefully into the passenger's seat.

***

Carter and Stiles continued to walk through the seemingly-empty area and when they approached the backside of the building,
Carter let out a sigh of relief. Her large brown eyes landed on Scott, who was peeking around the corner of the building.
Stiles immediately walked over to him and grabbed his arm, scaring Scott in the process.

"Wait, wait. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Stiles spat out quickly, holding up his hands in defense. "Did you see where he went?"

"I lost him," Scott muttered, letting out a breath.

Carter's ears perked up and she crossed her
arms over her chest. "What? You couldn't catch his scent?"

"I don't think he has one."

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

"To kill someone."

"Ah! That explains the claws and the fangs and all that. Good, makes perfect sense now." Stiles replied sarcastically, earning frowns from Scott and Carter. "What? Guys, come on. I'm one-hundred and forty-seven pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense."

Carter glowered at them, moving in between them so that she could get a better visual of everyone going into the club. There was nothing out of the ordinary. Typical.

"Just help me find it," Scott insisted.

"Not it. Jackson." Carter corrected with a stern look.

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

"All right, but does he know that? Did anybody else see him back at your house"
Carter questioned, shifting around as she rubbed shoulders with Scott.

"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 replied.

"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's the Kanima not the Kanima?" Carter asked.

Scott's eyes widened in realization, "When it's Jackson."

"Uh..." Stiles muttered out, waving his hands around trying to get Carter and Scott's attention. "Guys,"

Finally gaining their attention, the two
brunettes take a step back, standing on the right of Stiles. The three continued to look up, watching as the Kanima slips into the club.

"You guys are seeing that too, right?" Carter questions, her body shuddering when another surge of warmth passed through her. The sense of the warmth made her feel even more on edge.

"He's inside," Scott stated, panic beginning to bubble within their chests.

"What's he gonna do in there?"

"He's going to kill someone, obviously, Stiles," Carter told him, her voice sounding strained.

Scott looked toward the entrance of the building, a familiar lacrosse player standing in the front of the line. His eyes widening, realization finally settling in. "I know who he's after,"

"What? How?" Carter questioned, looking at him with a puzzled expression. "Did you smell something?"

"Armani,"

After Scott explained the Armani thing to Carter, they headed to the side door of the club. Stiles struggled tremendously with door. "Aw, come on." Stiles stepped away from the door due to frustration, muttering:
"All right, maybe there's, like, a window we could climb through, or some kind of-"

Carter watched as Scott gripped the doorknob, ripping the handle right off and opening the door for her. She smiled softly, taking a step inside and Scott followed right behind. Stiles looked at the broken door handle in disbelief.

"Handle that we could rip off with supernatural strength. How did I not think of that one?" Stiles completed his sentence before following close behind Carter and Scott.

It was a literal party, when they finally made it to the main area of the building, strobe lights and disco balls hanging and flashing from every corner in the room. She would have laughed if it hadn't been for the reality that she was the only female in the entire club.

"Dude, everyone in here's a dude." Scott shouted over the thumping music. Carter glanced around to see guys grinding against one another, a few were hanging down on a silk cloth hung on the ceiling, and another was dancing on the table.

Carter couldn't complain though, the view from where she was at, it was actually quite appealing.

"I think we're in a gay club." Scott concludes, Carter burst out laughing when she saw that a group of drag-queens were surrounding Stiles. One of them was caressing his cheek with their hand.

"Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh, Scott?" Stiles drawls out sarcastically.

Carter clutched her stomach and bellowed over with laughter, watching as Scott's gaze became focused on something at the bar. Glancing over, she recognized him instantly. Danny Mehealani, the gay-lacrosse-player that always let Carter borrow a pencil in Chemistry. The bartender slid him a drink, Danny nodded thanks and turned to face the dance floor.

Stiles escaped the drag-queens, the three of them slid onto the bar stools at the bar, keeping a sharp eye on Danny. The bartender made his way over to them,
Stiles ordered: "Three beers,"

"IDs?"

"I'll stick with a Sprite," Carter ordered, while Scott and Stiles dug around in their pockets for their IDs. The bartender nodded before filling a plastic cup with Carter's respected choice.

The bartender grinned as he stared down at Stiles and Scott's obvious fake IDs. He let out a laugh, glancing between the two teenage boys. "How about two Cokes?"

"Rum and Coke? Sure," Stiles chirped, biting his lip and moving his head along to the beat of the music, only causing Carter to roll her eyes and take a sip of her drink. "Coke's fine, actually. I'm driving anyway."

A shirtless bartender walked up to them, sliding Scott and Stiles their drinks. He made eye contact with Scott before saying: "That one's paid for,"

Stiles' eyes widened, his face falling as a
guy held up his beer toward Scott. Carter bit into her lip, hiding her grin, already knowing that Stiles was jealous of Scott for being hit on in a gay club instead of him.

A smug grin grew on Scott's lips. Stiles huffed in response, causing Scott to glance over at him. "Oh, shut up," Stiles muttered, taking an angry sip of his drink.

"I didn't say anything,"

"Yeah, well, your face did."

The three of them turned around, overlooking the crowd of dancing men. Carter began to feel more and more uncomfortable in her clothes, the heat returning. She groaned in pain, placing her cup on the bar so she could remove her jacket, leaving her only in a skin tight tank-top.

When she looked up, she saw that Scott was already looking down at her. A different heat crept upon Carter this time. They held the stare until Stiles' voice interrupted them: "Hey, I found Danny," Stiles announced, placing his cup down upon the bar.

Upon hearing Stiles voice, Scott's eyes began to travel upwards. The Kanima was circling above Danny and the shirtless guy he was dancing with. Carter inched forward, wanting to grab ahold of Danny before anything bad happened. "Get Danny," Scott instructed.

"What're you gonna do?" Stiles asked, moving to stand next to Carter. Scott didn't reply, instead he just outstretched his hand, his claws on full-display. Stiles glanced up and nodded, "Works for me."

Carter and Stiles began to push their way through the crowd, their line of sight getting broken every time someone stepped in front of them. Carter ended up farther ahead of Stiles, both of them calling out Danny's name.

The music was getting louder, and Carter couldn't hear Stiles' voice anymore. She was being pushed in a totally different direction then she had intended. Now, she was just being bumped around like a rag doll. Smoke from the machines started to fill the room, and it made her heartbeat increase. The heat waves were becoming hotter and surging through her more rapidly, just like it had when it first flared up at the school.

She couldn't see anything aside from the various colored-lasers that were penetrating the smoke, and more and more guys were roughly bumping into her. Her hands flew up to her head to grip the sides of it tightly when her head began to pound painfully, she hollered out in agony as her knees began to buckle. Carter's eyes burned severely, but when she went to rub her eyes, her flesh burned at the contact.

Suddenly, people started screaming and frantically pushing each other, she felt something slash against the back of her neck. She reached her hand up and gingerly touched the back of her neck, bringing her fingers in front of her face she saw blood. The Kanima had cut her, but she was fine. Aside from the throbbing pain in her head, and the overwhelmingly hot skin, she was okay.

When Carter looked across the dance floor, she saw a line of paralyzed bodies lying on the ground and one of them was Danny.

Once Carter had found Stiles, they quickly pushed open the door that they had originally came through. As they ran down the street, Carter noticed a trail of blood leading down toward the parking lot. They both followed it until it led them straight to Jackson's naked and bloodied body. Scott was crouched down beside him, looking up at his friends frantically. "What do we do with him now?"

***

Carter sat in the backseat of Stiles' jeep, shifting around trying to get into a comfortable position under Jackson's weight. His head was resting on her lap, the upper half of his body was revealed to her while the lower half was covered with her small jacket.

Scott had gone to talk to Danny, something Carter wished she could have done, but she knew that she wasn't willing to leave Jackson. According to Deaton, all of the physical pain she gets from someone else, it means that she shares a strong connection to them. She was starting to believe him - there was something in the back of her mind that kept her from leaving Jackson's side.

Apparently, Derek had followed the Kanima into the club and clawed out the Kanima's throat. There was blood all over Jackson's chest, like someone had clawed out his throat, but there were no real injuries.

Scott jogged over to the jeep before jumping into the passenger's seat, glancing between the duo. "I couldn't get anything out of Danny."

"Okay, can we just get the hell out of here now before one of my dad's deputies sees me?" Stiles begged. Just as Stiles started the engine, a police cruiser came, and parked right in front of the jeep. It was the Sheriff. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Could this get any worse?" Stiles asked, flailing his arms about. Jackson's head lolled on Carter's lap as he let out a moan. "That was rhetorical."

"Get rid of him," Scott demanded, turning toward Stiles as he pointed at the Sheriff's cruiser.

"Get rid of him? We're at a crime scene and he's the sheriff."

"Do something," Scott spat, making weird motions with his body to prove his point. Stiles groaned, doing his own strange body movement before struggling to open the door.

The sound of the car door slamming was enough for Jackson's head to rise up from Carter's lap, stirring a panic between Scott and Carter. They shared a look, eyes wide and mouths agape as Jackson sat up and groggily asked: "What's...what's going on?"

"Jackson, Jackson, go back to sleep," Carter soothed, reaching around and placing her hand on his chest, guiding him back onto her lap. She desperately glanced up at Scott and said: "You have to do something."

"Like what?" Scott asked just as Jackson let out another groan. Carter growled at Scott, she just needed someone to blame. Placing a hand on Jackson's forehead, she pushed him back down. That only made him more awake. Carter's eyes widened in shock when he opened his eyes and stared at her.

"Carter?" Jackson tried to sit up again. "What's happening?"

"Jackson, I'm sorry, but..." Scott reared his right fist back before firing it into Jackson's face, the punch successfully knocking him out altogether. His body fell limp against Carter's waist.

***

"Uh, what about your house?" Stiles suggested, the three of them still sitting in his jeep whilst driving around with a naked Jackson - who could still turn into the Kanima at any given moment - in the backseat with his head resting in Carter's lap.

"Not with my mom there," Scott cried out, seeming appalled. "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,"

Carter's jaw fell slack, surprised that Stiles would even say that. Sure, Jackson could be a major asshole sometimes, but no one deserves to die when they don't even know what they're doing wrong. It's just not right.

"We're not killing him!" Carter exclaimed, running a gentle hand through Jackson's hair.

"God!" Stiles grunted, letting out a hiss through his lips. "Okay, okay. I got an idea."

"Does it involve breaking the law?" Scott asked.

"By now don't you think that's a given?" Stiles questioned, Scott and Carter nodded in agreement.

"Maybe we were just trying to be optimistic, unlike someone, who still thinks we should kill someone who doesn't even know what they're doing." Carter growled, adjusting Jackson's head on her lap.

"Don't bother."

***

Carter shook her head in disbelief, still trying to get over the fact that she had spent her night stealing a prison transport with Scott and Stiles. The leaves crunched beneath their feet as they made their way over to the transport, the cold air nipping at their skin. Carter sighs in relief at the cold air, welcoming it as it slightly cooled down her burning temperature.

Opening the back of the transport, Carter saw Jackson's head lift up as she stepped in, sitting down on the bench across from him. His blue eyes stared at her. She wasn't exactly sure how they were supposed to start the conversation, there wasn't exactly an easy way to tell someone that they were brutally murdering people.

Stiles climbed in after Carter, "I bought you some food-"

Jackson lunged toward the spastic boy, his back slamming against the metal wall of the transport to keep as much distance between Jackson and himself. "Let me out now!" Jackson snarled through clenched teeth, holding his hands out in a motion that showed he wanted to strangle Stiles.

Carter reached out and placed a hand on Jackson's tense forearm. The supernatural warmth of her touch caused Jackson's body to relax a little. "Why are you so hot?" Jackson asked. Carter shrugged, flipping her hair over her shoulder arrogantly.

"You know, I put those pants on you, all right, Jackson?" Stiles began, pointing down at the sweatpants Jackson was wearing. "One leg at a time. Being all up-close and personal with your junk exactly the highlight of my day. So don't think this is fun for us either. You know we're actually doing you a favor," Stiles concluded.

Jackson tugged his hands up, the shackles jingling loudly. "This is doing me a favor?"

"Yes. You're killing people. To death. Yeah." Stiles deadpanned. "And until we can figure out how to stop you, you're gonna stay in here. I'm sorry."

Carter massaged the bridge of her nose, both boys stared at her when she spoke: "Killing people to death, really, Stiles?"

"Now, do you want the ham and cheese or the turkey club?" Stiles asked, opening his backpack and pulling out the brown paper bag filled with sandwiches.

Jackson's face contorts into a deep scowl. "You actually think my parents won't be looking for me?"

Stiles tossed the sandwich at Jackson, the food bounced off of his chest before landing into his hands as Stiles dug Jackson's cellphone out of his pocket.
"Well, not if they don't think anything's wrong." Stiles said simply, showing Jackson the text he had sent to Jackson's parents, "Yeah."

A smirk appeared on Jackson's face.

***

"You have scales," Carter mused, her head lying on the bench while her feet were propped up in Stiles' lap. The three of them sat in boredom as they attempted to explain to Jackson exactly what was going on with him.

"Scales? Like a fish?" Jackson assumed, raising an eyebrow.

"No, more like reptile," Jackson rolled his eyes. "And, um, your claws have this liquid that paralyzes people, well, people who aren't Lydia and I, and you have a tail."

"Wait," Stiles turned to look at Carter. "How do you know that it doesn't work on you?"

Carter sat up, grabbed her hand in one hand, revealing a two inch long slash on the back of her neck. Stiles and Jackson's eyes widened at the wound. "I got it last night while we were at the club, I wasn't affected."

"I have a tail?" Jackson deadpanned, changing the subject.

"Yeah, you have a tail."

"Does it do anything?" Jackson asked.

"No, not that I know of, but it is just a tail," Carter stated, thinking of all the possible things one could with a tail.

Jackson leaned forward slightly, staring directly at Carter. "Can I use it to strangle, Stilinski?"

Stiles sighed in annoyance, "Yeah, you still don't believe us. All right. The night of the semi-finale game, what did you do right after?"

"I went home," Jackson replied through gritted teeth.

Stiles leaned forward slightly, "Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, you idiot. What the hell else would I do?" Jackson asked in an aggravated tone.
He wasn't the only one getting aggravated. Carter and Stiles have spent hours
explaining to Jackson what he had been doing, but he just refuses to believe it.

"You attacked Stiles, Derek, and I at the school and you trapped us in the pool," Carter said coolly, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning her back against the wall of the transport.

Stiles nodded in agreement before he added: "You also killed a mechanic. Right in front of me, by the way. That was lovely. And one of Argent's hunters. Oh, and last night, you tried to kill Danny."

Jackson remained unfazed and asked: "Why would I want to kill my best friend?"

"Well, that's what Scott's out trying to figure out right now." Stiles explained, Jackson still not believing a single word that either of them have said.

"Mmm," Jackson hummed, tilting his head to the side slightly. "Well, maybe he should be trying to figure out is how he's going to pay for a lawyer when I prosecute your asses all the way to jail!" he shouted, his muscles clenched, the veins in his neck pulsing.

"All right, well, tell me this," Carter breathed out shakily, trying to soften her voice. "On the night of the first full moon, what happened?"

Jackson's entire body went rigid and he gritted his teeth. "Nothing," he sighed. "Nothing happened."

And how wrong he was.

***

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

Carter's fingers gingerly typed the message into Jackson's phone, sending another message to his parents. Stiles decided to stay inside the transport and try to convince Jackson of what he was and what he was doing. Carter needed to get out of there, it had become too crowded and confining when the heat surges came back.

Carter paused when she heard the sound of leaves rustling. She lifted up her head and looked to her right and saw nothing, she slowly turned around only to be nose-to-nose with Allison.

"Oh, my God," Carter hollered, flinging herself away from Allison and into the side of the transport.

"They know."

"What?" Carter asked, her eyebrows inching upward.

"They know Jackson's missing," Allison cried out as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Carter immediately shook her head. "No, they can't. Stiles and I have 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." Allison replied seriously, as she nervously glanced around the woods.

Carter's eyes widened when they fell upon
the black device in her hands, feeling her lungs constrict and her skin prick with uneasiness. "Oh..." she whimpered, holding the phone between her forefinger and her thumb, holding it away from her as if the object was poisonous. "Chuck that," she instructed Allison, handing her the phone.

Carter tripped over her own feet, stumbling over to the van and pulling out the police radio. Turning it on, it sounded: "All available units proceed to Beacon Hills Preserve as instructed. Proceed with caution until Sheriff Stilinski's arrival. Repeat. Proceed with caution."

Without even telling Stiles, the two brunette girls clambered into the vehicle, Allison sitting in the passenger seat and Carter in the driver's seat. Carter shoved the key into the ignition, Allison staring at her in confusion.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere very far from this," Carter replied, dialing Mrs. Whittemore's number in Jackson's phone before throwing it out the window. The transport lurched into motion, and Carter began driving them as far away from the preserve as possible.

***

Scott met up with Stiles, Carter, and Allison on a cliff that overlooked the entire town of Beacon Hills - everything looked so small and simple from how high up they were. The four of them stepped away from the transport and walked toward the edge.

Scott rubbed the back of his neck, "If Jackson doesn't remember being the Kanima, he's definitely not going to remember stealing Danny's tablet."

As it turned out, while Scott was at the hospital questioning Danny about any reasons as to why Jackson might want to kill him, he found out that Danny was doing Jackson a favor. Danny was recovering some missing footage of Jackson while he was sleeping. On the full moon.

"Why would he steal the thing if he doesn't even know what's on it?" Carter asked, knowing that's why Jackson wanted Danny to recover the missing footage, to find out exactly what happened to him on the full moon.

"What if someone else took it?" Allison suggested.

"Then somebody else knows what he is." Stiles replied.

Scott's eyes widened in realization, "Which could mean someone's protecting him."

"Like the bestiary says: "The Kanima seeks a friend," right?" Allison explained, shoving her hands into her jacket pocket.
Carter rolled her eyes secretly at the motion, wishing that she was cold. Instead, she was practically sweating in the crisp fall breeze as the warmth became more prominent.

"Okay, hold on," Stiles mumbled, holding his hands on in front of him while he thought. "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? I mean, who would do that?"

"Somebody who wanted to protect him?" Carter offered, seeming slightly unsure of her suggestion.

"T-There's something else," Scott began, glancing over at Stiles. "You said the only thing you found online about the Kanima is that it goes after murderers. What if that's actually true?"

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

"But I don't think that it was actually trying to kill us." Scott stated, looking toward Allison. "Remember when we were at Isaac's the first time, it just went right by us, didn't it?"

Allison thought for moment, thinking back to the night before nodding her head and saying: "You're right, it just ran off."

"And it didn't kill you in the mechanic's garage," Scott added as he turned to look at Stiles.

"Well, yeah, but it tried to kill me, Stiles, and Derek in the pool." Carter stated, growing more and more confused.

"Did it?"

"It would've," Stiles replied back harshly. "It was waiting for us to come out."

"What if it was trying to keep the three of you in?"

Stiles' jaw fell slack, his face instantly morphed into one of utter disgust as Scott's suggestion settled in. "Why do I feel so violated all of a sudden?"

"Because there's something else going on. We don't know what it is." Scott replied, stuffing his hands into his jeans. "We don't know anything about what's going one with Jackson or why someone's protecting him."

"Know thy enemy." Allison murmured softly. Carter, Stiles, and Scott all turn to look toward her. She shook her head softly, as if she hadn't realized that she had said the words out loud. "Just something my grandfather said."

"All right, I got it," Stiles exclaimed suddenly. "Kill Jackson. Problem solved."

Everyone turned to glare at Stiles, the harshest glares coming from Scott and Carter. Carter opened her mouth to retort, but Scott beat her to it. Again. "He risked his life for us. Against Peter, 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."

Carter folded her arms over her chest, "Yeah, it doesn't mean he's not worth saving, Stiles."

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

"He doesn't know what he's doing," Carter stated.

"So what?" Stiles retorted, becoming extremely irritated that both of his best friends were siding against him. There was something about the way when Carter placed her hand on Jackson and he instantly calmed down that made Stiles' skin crawl. He just didn't like it.

"So, I didn't either," Scott announced, before turning to Allison. "You remember when I almost killed you and Jackson?" Allison nodded. "I had someone to stop me. He has nobody."

Stiles shook his head, "That's his own fault."

"Doesn't matter. If we can save him, we should try."

***

When Carter and Stiles arrived back at the cliff site where Jackson was currently being held, Carter felt bile and an overwhelming warmth rise up in the back of her throat when she saw that the back of the transport had been busted open. The two had only been gone for maybe an hour or so. Carter went to take a cold shower whilst Stiles went to go apologize to Lydia for leaving her crying in her car the other day. But there was just no way that this could have possibly happened.

No way.

Their faces contorted into ones of disgust when they saw Scott and Allison lying on top of each other in Scott's car - while Jackson was roaming around Beacon Hills. Yet, here they are, the two teens who were supposed to be keeping an eye on Jackson, now napping after having sex. Seriously, what's more important?

Carter scoffed in irritation, rapping her knuckles against the window of the car, staring at the two startled teens in confusion before gesturing toward the transport. "You guys might wanna come take a look at this."

Once Allison and Scott were fully clothed, the four teens jogged toward the back of the transport, showing Scott and Allison the van which was currently ripped wide open with a pair of broken and bent handcuffs on the ground.

The four looked upon the sight in front of them in dismay and discomfort knowing that they had lost Jackson and needed help getting him back before he killed someone.

"I have to tell my father," Allison sighed out, knowing that they really didn't have any other option.

Scott turned and began to walk away from the three of them, hundreds of thoughts running through his mind at that moment. They were only teenagers; they didn't have enough experience in the world of the supernatural to know what to do next.

"Scott?" Carter called out softly, his back still turned toward them. "He's going to kill someone."

Scott let out a shaky breath, "Okay, tell him. Tell him everything."

"Scott, I gotta tell mine, too." Stiles stated, knowing that this might be the time to finally tell his father what was really going on in Beacon Hills.

"This is all my fault," Scott admitted.

"It's not," Allison insisted, shaking her head at the thought. "But we have to tell them. We're just a bunch of teenagers. We can't handle this."

"You're right,"

Carter glanced toward Stiles and murmured: "How are you going to make your dad believe all this? I mean, Allison's dad was born into this, Scott was bitten into this, and I was born into this. I don't know how you're going to make your dad believe that the murders are being committed by a homicidal lizard."

"I don't know either," Stiles sighed, shrugging his shoulders solemnly.

Scott finally turned around to face all of them, his eyes beginning to glow a vibrant yellow.

"He'll believe me."

***

"Could you buzz us in? I gotta see my dad."

Carter stood behind Stiles, and next to Scott as they waited for the deputy to buzz them in. Carter decided to tag along with her two friends, knowing all too well how people react when they find out that supernatural being actually exist. Plus, she knew that Scott and Stiles were going to need the moral support.

The door buzzed softly, Stiles opened it fully and the three of them stepped inside. The trio felt equally nervous, wondering how the sheriff was going to handle the news. They also had no idea what was going to happen to Jackson and Scott after this.

Stiles glanced back toward Scott and Carter, the three of them looking at each other anxiously before Carter nodded her head in confirmation. They were really going through with this, but once they stepped inside, they all froze.

Inside was Jackson Whittemore, whom was wearing a thick police jacket and was sitting on a small couch, his adoptive father standing right next to him. The three stare at them in horror.

Jackson looked toward the three whose jaws were slacked open, a smug grin on his face. Sheriff Stilinski stepped into sight, letting out a sigh. "Scott, Stiles, Carter. Perfect timing. Have you met Jackson's father, Mr. David Whittemore? Esquire."

Jackson leaned forward slightly and stated: "That means lawyer."

Carter nervously nibbled on her bottom lip, looking between Scott and Stiles.

Thing's would only go downhill from there.