"I have one nerve left and you're dry-humping it.... go away."

"Oh, what the hell is this?" Dad asked, his face scrunched up in disgust as he bit into his burger.

"Veggie burger." Stiles drawled out, handing me my hamburger and large fries. I smiled largely at my older twin brother, stuck a fry in my mouth and kissed him on the cheek with it. "Eww." I chuckled at the face he made as he started wiping his cheek furiously.

"Stiles, I asked for a hamburger." Dad reminded my idiot brother who froze for a second before setting down our drinks.

"Well, veggie is healthier. We're being healthy." I rose my eyebrows at him as I held up my hamburger and fries.

"Oh, hell, why are you trying to ruin my life?" Dad whined as he opened up a box that held carrots and celery sticks. I looked to Stiles who opened his mouth, offended. 

"I'm trying to extend your life, okay? Could you just eat it, please? And tell us what you found." My mouth hung open, fries and some hamburger popping out of my mouth as I looked at my father, excited and curious.

"No, I'm not sharing confidential police work with two teenagers." I swallowed my food quickly, grabbed my drink and sipped it as I looked at the board behind our father.

"Is that it on the board behind you?" I questioned and sat up straighter, trying to see what it was saying.

"Don't look at that."

"Ay–" Stiles started. "But–" I spoke as the both of us tried to look over our father's head.

"Avert your eyes."

"Okay." Stiles and I spoke absentmindedly, still staring at the board. 

"Hey!"

"Just - it's just - I see arrows pointing at pictures." Stiles sputtered out, his head bouncing back and forth as he tried to look at the board. As he did so, I snuck a couple of fries behind dad's box and smirked in satisfaction.

"Okay, okay, stop. Fine." Both Stiles and I looked up at our father in shock and happiness. "I found something. Mechanic and the couple who were murdered. They all had something in common."

"All three?"

"Yeah. You know what I always say. One's an incident. Two's coincidence."

"Three's a pattern." Stiles and I spoke in unison, nodding with excited eyes.

"The mechanic," Dad held up his thumb, "the husband," he held out his pointer finger. "the wife–" he held up his middle finger. "–all the same age. All 24."

"Wait, what about Mr. Lahey? I mean, Isaac's dad isn't anywhere near 24." I pointed out, confused. I furrowed my eyebrows, thinking.

"Which made me think that either "a," Lahey's murder wasn't connected or "b," the ages were a coincidence, until I found this, which would be "c." Dad pointed out, making a face. My eyes widened in realization.

"Isaac had an older brother, Camden." I recalled one of the many conversations Isaac and I had way back then before I got corrupted by Jackson. Isaac and I used to be best buddies through the third grade all the way to sixth but then something changed. Hannah and I had gotten a lot closer and I started spending less time with Isaac and then I fell for Jackson which led to me never speaking to the curly haired boy ever again. "He died in combat." I pointed out. "And he would be 24 if he were yo be alive today."

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"Now what if same age means same class - I mean, did you think of that?" Stiles questioned, hand on face as the three of us stared at the board.

"Yeah, yeah. Well, I would've. I mean, I–" Both Stiles and I gave dad an incredulous look. "–look, I just got Lahey's file two hours ago."

"Two hours?" I exclaimed, my brown eyes wide. "Dad, people could be dying." My heart ached at the word 'dying'. I don't want anyone else to die, whether I know them or not, but I know that's not gonna happen. Everyone dies eventually.

"Yeah, I'm aware of that. Thank you." Dad gave me look which I ignored and looked at the board again, biting my lip in frustration.

"Same class." We then grabbed as many files as we could and started flipping through them.

"Okay, this is it." I pushed the file I was holding away from me and looked over my brother's shoulder. "Class of 2006. They all went to Beacon Hills."

"Including Isaac's brother." Dad pointed out and I nodded.

"All right, but so what if they all knew each other, you know?" I questioned and then looked at Stiles and he knew exactly what I was on about, "I mean, two of them were married, so maybe they all just hung out." He finished my thought, nodding his head along with his words.

"Well, they could have had the same classes together. They could've–" Dad paused which made both Stiles and I look at him in worry.

"What?"

"Same teacher." He flipped over the file he was looking at and showed us the picture of Mr. Harris, the asshole who reminded me of Mr. Tanner from Mystic Falls before he was murdered by Damon which I found out through Elena.

"Harris. They were all in his class?"

"All four. And I don't know how Mr. Lahey fits in, but this - kid, this is definitely a pattern. All right, give me the 2006 yearbook. These names, we need faces." I flipped through a couple books and picked up one of the yearbooks, showing it to dad with a shrug.

"Which ones?"

"Everyone in that chemistry class. If the killer's not done killing–"

"One of them's next." Stiles and I finished in realization.

"Yeah." Dad nodded and then dialed a number on the phone on his desk. "Yeah, it's Stilinski."

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"What's he doing here?" Scott questioned as soon as he opened the vet's front door. I looked over him as I saw Derek walk in along with Isaac behind him. I stepped back in slight shock. No one had told me that Isaac was s werewolf. I turned to Scott as he looked over at me and I glared.

"I need him." Derek responded, looking me up and down, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

"I don't trust him." Scott told Derek, looking at Isaac with a glare. I crossed my arms and put all my weight on one foot, watching the interaction.

"Yeah, well, he doesn't trust you either." Isaac responded, seeming to not care about anything. His blue eyes landed on me and they widened a bit before they displayed no emotion. I sighed and looked down at the floor.

"You know what? And Derek really doesn't care." I snorted as Derek spoke on third person. "Now where's the vet? Is he gonna help us or not?"

"That depends." We all turned to Deaton who gave Derek a long look. "Your friend, Jackson. Are we planning to kill him or save him?"

"Kill him." Derek spoke as Scott and I answered with a, "Save him." We turned to Derek with a glare. "Save him." We turned to Deaton and repeated, "Save him" again. I turned to Scott and mumbled, "Creepy. I thought Stiles and I were the only ones capable of that." We then went into the operating room and Deaton laid a thing of little bottles in front of us.

Isaac reached out to touch one of them when Derek gripped his wrist, stopping him. "Watch what you touch."

"So, what are you? Some kind of witch?"

"No, I'm a veterinarian." Deaton looked at Isaac with a deadpan look. I laughed loudly but covered it with a fake cough. "Unfortunately, I don't see anything here that's going to be an effective defense against a paralytic toxin."

"We're open to suggestions."

"What about an effective offense?" I questioned, turning to Derek with raised eyebrows.

"We already tried." Derek told me, firmly. "I nearly took its head off. And Argent emptied an entire clip into it." Argent? Like that annoying brunette back in the school when we were being chased by a psycho alpha? "The thing just gets back up."

"Has it shown any weaknesses?"

"Well, one - it can't swim." Derek pointed out.

"Does that go for Jackson as well?"

"No." I spoke, making everyone turn to me. Scott and Isaac knew why I knew, Derek didn't. All he knows is that I completely hate Jackson. "He's the captain of the swim team."

"Essentially, you're trying to catch two people. A puppet - and a puppeteer." Deaton informed us and I nodded, knowing where he was going with this. "One killed the husband, but the other had to take care of the wife. Do we know why?"

"I don't think Jackson could do it." I spoke up again, sighing, remembering when he told me about his real parents. "His mother died pregnant too, and she was maybe murdered." I bit my lip in sadness. Just thinking and talking about this made me miss Jenna even more. "I think he couldn't let the same thing happen to someone else."

"How do you know it's not part of the rules?" Isaac questioned, his eyes looking up into mine which allowed me to see the betrayal and hurt behind them. "The kanima kills murderers. If Jackson kills the wife, then the baby dies too."

"Does that mean your father was a murderer?" Scott asked Isaac and it surprised me when Isaac didn't react to it.

"Wouldn't surprise me if he was." He responded which left me a gaping mess. Maybe thanks to me not talking to him, I missed out on a lot.

"Hold on." Deaton turned the attention back on him. "The book says they're bonded, right?" Scott nodded. "What if the fear of water isn't coming from Jackson, but from the person controlling him?" My eyes widened, the puzzle pieces were finally coming together. "What if something that affects the kanima also affects its master?"

"Meaning what?"

"Meaning we can catch them." Scott paused. "Both of them."

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"Ketamine?"

"It's the same stuff we use on the dogs, just a higher dosage. If you can get close enough to Jackson, it should slow him down enough to buy you some time." Deaton then held up a bottle of what looked like ash. "This is some of what you'll use to create the barrier. This part is for you, Stiles. Only you." I turned to my brother. Why does this have to be on my brother? He can't even put on his pants without falling.

"Uh, that sounds like a lot of pressure. Can we maybe find a slightly less pressure - filled task for me?" Stiles questioned, scratching the back of his head, his eyes wide.

"Why can't I do it?" I questioned, raising my hand slightly and pointed to myself.

"Because it's a job for Stiles." Deaton gave me a look and I backed down. He knows about my drug addiction. He was the only person outside my family that knows about it other than Scott and Melissa.

"It's from the Mountain ash tree, which is believed by many cultures to protect against the supernatural. This office is lined with ashwood, making it difficult for someone like Scott to cause me any trouble." Deaton pointed out.

"Okay, so then what? I just spread this around the whole building and then either Jackson or whoever's controlling him can't cross it?" Stiles questioned, confused yet intrigued.

"They'll be trapped." Deaton nodded.

"Doesn't sound too hard."

"Not all there is. Think of it like gunpowder. It's just powder until a spark ignites it. You need to be that spark, Stiles." I looked down, biting my lip. Deaton used to tell me that I had a spark but after my incident with drugs and me almost losing my mind, he said something changes within me.

"If you mean light myself on fire, I don't think I'm up for that." Stiles fired at Deaton with an amused face.

"Let me try a different analogy." Deaton sighed. "I used to golf. I learned that the best golfers never swing before first imagining where they want the ball to go. They see it in their mind and their mind takes over. It can be pretty extraordinary what the force of your own will can accomplish." He gave me a look and I nodded, understanding now. He knows how hard it is for me to concentrate on something like that. Sure, I could stay up for days doing research but when it came into believing myself, I can't do it.

"Force of will."

"If - if this is going to work, Stiles, you have to believe it." Deaton reminded my brother.

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I walked into the club, my arms wrapped around my waist ad I looked around. I was dressed in a brown dress that went down to my knees, black sandals, and a brown cardigan. I looked over to where I saw Jackson, Erica and Isaac dancing together seductively. When Isaac looked up and his eyes connected with mine, I couldn't look away. There was this feeling in my chest that wouldn't go away. Maybe it was because his eyes reminded me so much of Klaus' but i'm not sure. All I knew was that I couldn't look away until I forcefully made myself look away.

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"Scott!?" I shouted, looking for my best friend. He seemed to have disappeared and I was worried. I had this gut feeling that something bad was going to happen. "Whoohoo! Scotty McHottie?" I whispered as I came to an abandoned building. It was smaller than a house but it was big enough to hold about two dozen people in. "Hello?" I questioned, opening the door. "Oh, my god." I gasped as I saw him on the floor, in pain. "Sco–" I was hit upside the head and I fell to the floor, groaning. "Wha–" I looked up to see a redheaded woman, the last thing I heard was the painful howl of Scott before I fell into an oblivion.

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I lolled my head to the right, groaning. I opened my eyes really fast and about fell off the chair I was sitting on. Wait. Chair? I looked at my surroundings as a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. I looked behind me to see a worry filled Derek as he gazed down at me.

"You okay?" He questioned and I nodded, standing fully on my own. I looked around at my surroundings again, realizing I was at the vet. And that was when I saw Scott laying on the table. I ran over to him and pushed his floppy hair out of his face, smiling down at him as he opened his chocolate brown eyes to stare at me.

"T-thank you, Wonder Woman." I chuckled at the nickname that he had given me since the moment I saved him from falling out of a tree.

"You're welcome, Wolverine."

So....

Spencer is back in Beacon Hills and got sucked into their problems? Any feelings about that? What do you think about the fact that I made Isaac and Spencer past friends? What does their future hold? And how do you feel about the idea of me making Spencer and Derek Brotp?

Also, guys, there's two more chapters left and the first book of this series will be finished.