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"If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing, then he probably doesn't know that someone's controlling him." Allison says

"Or he doesn't remember." Scott shrugs as they look down at the phone

"What if it's the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the hospital?" Stiles suggests

"A fugue state?" Brooke asks

"He'd have to forget everything. The murder-" Scott starts

"Getting rid of the blood." Allison adds

"Yeah, he had help with one thing though- the video. And someone else helped him forget that." Stiles says

"Whoever's controlling him." Brooke says

"Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?" Allison says

"He thinks he's still becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing."

"So do we try and convince him he's not?"

"If it helps us find out who's controlling him, then yeah." Scott nods

"Do you think he'll talk to us after what we did?"

"Yeah, it's us. He'll talk to us. Right?" Stiles shrugs

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Brooke had been sitting outside of the room for about thirty minutes now and had become extremely worried. Despite how they were trying to help Jackson, a part of her knew Jackson wouldn't have cared. He had always had some sort of vendetta against Stiles and Scott. She just hoped that whatever happened to them wouldn't be too serious.

"Do I need to remind you how lucky we are that they're not pressing charges?" Stilinski says as he opens the door with Stiles behind him. Brooke slowly stands up from her seat.

"Oh, come on, it was just a joke." Stiles says

"It was a joke?"

"Yes, I didn't think it would be taken this seriously." Stiles shrugs, "Dad, humor's very subjective, okay? I mean, we're talking, like, multiple levels of interpretation here."

"Uh huh."

"Uh huh."

"Okay, well, how exactly am I supposed to interpret the stolen prison transport van, huh?"

"We filled the tank!" Stiles exclaims as Scott and his mother, Melissa pass behind them heading to the hallway.

Stilinski huffs as he turns his attention to Brooke, "You really just let this happen?"

Brooke furrows her brows, "How is this my fault?"

"You're the oldest. You should've stopped them or immediately come to me."

"I didn't have anything to do with it, Dad. It was just them."

"Dad, it's not her fault." Stiles interjects

"You know what? The two of you go home now." He says sternly, "I have nothing to say to you right now."

Brooke turns to Stiles as their dad walks off, "How is this my fault?"

"It's not." He says as they head toward the hall

"Then no, uh- no Stiles." Melissa says

"What- no Stiles?" Stiles exclaims

"No Stiles!" She yells, "And no more car privileges. Give me your keys. Give 'em to me!" Scott rushes to take out his keys and hands them to her. She sighs as she struggles to take the car key off, "Oh, for the love of God."

"Mom, you want me to-"

"No."

"Mom, come on, let me just- mom." Scott tries, "Mom!"

Melissa takes a deep breath as Scott holds her hands, "What is going on with you? Is this about Allison?"

"Do you really wanna know?" Scott says. Stiles begins shaking his head as Scott looks over at him

"Yeah. Is this about your father?" Melissa tries. Stiles nods his head as Brooke rolls her eyes, "It is, isn't it? Okay, you know what, um- We'll talk about this at home. I'm gonna go get the car."

As Melissa walks off, Scott turns to the twins, "I'm the worst son ever."

"Well, I'm not exactly winning any prizes either." Stiles mumbles as they watch Jackson's father yell at Stilinski. Brooke sighs as she looks down at her feet.

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With the new cameras seeming to be in every corner of the school, the teens had no choice but to meet up with Allison in secluded areas. So now they were waiting in the aisle of the library for Allison. It had only been a few minutes before Allison passes her tablet through the bookcase to Scott.

"It's everything Lydia can translate. And trust me, she was very confused." She says

"Yeah, what'd you tell her?" Scott asks

"That we were part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." Allison chuckles

"I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." Stiles rambles

"Of course you are." Brooke mumbles

"O- oh. Great." Allison stammers

"Okay, does it say how to find out who's controlling him?" Scott says

"Not really. But Stiles was right about the murderers."

"Yes!" Stiles cheers

"It calls the kanima a weapon of vengeance. There's a story in there about this South American priest who uses the kanima to execute murderers in his village-"

"All right, see? So maybe it's not all that bad."

"Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to."

"All bad, all very, very bad."

"Extremely." Brooke adds

"Here's the thing, though. The kanima's actually supposed to be a werewolf. But it can't be-" Allison starts

"Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it." Scott finishes

"Okay, if that means that Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could've told you that myself." Brooke says

"What if- It has something to do with his parents? His real parents." Allison suggests

"Yeah, does anybody actually know what happened to them?" Scott asks

"Lydia might." Stiles shrugs

"What if she doesn't know anything?" Scott says

"Well, he doesn't have a restraining order against me, so - I'll talk to him myself."

"Are you gonna go with her?" Stiles says turning to Brooke

"Being around Jackson is probably the last place I want to be right now."

"It's fine." Allison smiles

"Okay, what do I do?" Scott asks

"You have a make - up exam, remember?" Scott turns to the twins who tilt their head in acknowledgement, "Promise me."

"If he does anything, you run the other way."

"I can take care of myself."

"Allison, if you get hurt while I'm busy with some stupid test, someone's going to need to take care of me. If he does anything-"

"Like?"

"Anything- Weird or bizarre- anything."

Stiles sticks his head in the bookcase, "Anything evil!" Allison pushes his head back, "Ah- Ow!"

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