KC thrashed violently. What the hell?

Peter had taken off after he'd been brought back from the dead. KC had taken a moment to get her bearings and then she'd stood and taken Lydia out to her car. She'd carefully placed her in the passenger seat and driven her home where some how the party was still in full swing. KC suspected it had something to do with the wolfsbane spiked punch and that the guests were too caught up in their visions to leave the party. KC had taken Lydia inside and tucked her into bed. Not once had she stirred. KC had turned out the light and slipped slightly from Lydia's room. She kept Lydia's keys. She planned on going back for Derek, make sure he was alright after everything.

She had turned from Lydia's bedroom door only to run into DJ. His eyes were werewolf gold. KC was sure the wolfsbane punch was messing with him hard and briefly she wondered what he was seeing. She was glad her dose had worn off and she was no longer seeing not-Derek.

DJ smiled at her. Safe disarming, it set alarm bells off in her head. Clearly, she'd been spending too much time around Stiles. She loved him, but he was suspicious of everyone who wasn't her, Scott, or Lydia. "Quite a party isn't it?" DJ had asked his smile seeming off more and more by the second.

"It's certainly something." KC allowed. DJ slid his arm across KC's shoulders and guided her to the back patio. KC searched for a familiar face. She could only see Jackson and Matt from her vantage point and neither one would be willing to save her if she wasn't just being paranoid. In fact, Matt would gladly throw her to the wolves, no pun intended. So, in essence KC was between a rock and a hard place. "Do you mind if I ask, who invited you?" Why would KC ask that?

DJ's smile became down right feral, more fang than anything else. "A friend of a friend, who must be a friend of our dear host's." Sure, that was plausible, but then why did KC still feel sick to her stomach? Maybe her dose of wolfsbane hadn't worn off and she was seeing DJ instead of not-Derek, yeah, that would explain it. KC let out an easy breath.

"KC!" KC and DJ both turned in surprise. And there was Jackson. KC smiled at him. Why wouldn't she? He was her friend and she was high on wolfsbane.

And that was how she'd wound back up at the trailer and handcuffed. Jackson had nabbed her from right under DJ's nose and taken her back on Matt's orders. KC screamed and kicked out. She was going to kill Matt, slow and painfully.

KC pulled at the handcuffs, but they didn't budge. In fact, all they did was dig into her wrists. She shouldn't have gone back to the Martin house until she was sure no one would be there. She should have taken Derek and Lydia at the same time. Why had she decided to take care of them one at a time? KC cursed herself and thrashed some more, but it was getting her nowhere.

"KC!" KC froze. Had someone found her? No, that was impossible. Jackson was keeping everyone from noticing. He and Matt had her cell phone. Jackson had told everyone that KC was spending some quality time with her dad. She couldn't believe anyone would buy that. She didn't get along with her father any more than she got along with her mom. But there was definitely someone calling her name. Why? How? "What are you doing here?" The voice hissed from behind her. Behind her? NO, that wasn't possible, her back was to a wall. KC whirled around and the magnitude of what was happening hit her like a ton of bricks. Her powers must have been expanding, apparently expanding to include astral projection of some kind, because there was no way in hell, they included teleportation.

KC faced Jackson and sighed. "I'm not here, not really. Where is here?" She wondered, her fingers twisting in the hem of her dress.

Jackson frowned. "I'm not sure." He admitted. KC held out her hand.

"Let's find out then." She said, with what she hoped was a reassuring smile. Jackson stared at her skeptically for a few disheartening seconds before he took her hand. The two started to walk down the pale path laid out before them.

The place they were in was dark and didn't exactly seem inviting. They tried to keep to the path, the main thing they could see. They never let go of each other's hands, even as they tried to figure out where they were. KC squinted as she looked at their surroundings. Sometimes it looked almost like the preserve, other times it looked like the school the night they'd been trapped by Peter. No matter what it looked like it seemed scarier than either place. KC sighed and reached out with her free hand to run her fingers along what could have been the bark of a tree or the side of a pillar. When her fingers made contact the flashes hit her like a freight train. KC swore loudly. "Well, I figured out where we are." She grumbled as she scowled. Pain was radiating from her fingers up to her shoulder.

"Where?" Jackson asked.

"Your soul." Or mindscape, or whatever. The flashes were all Jackson. Of course, no matter where they were it made KC's statement come off far creepier than she intended, and a hell of a lot more ominous. A sudden thought struck KC and she pulled on Jackson's hand. "Let's go torment Matt."

"What?" Jackson asked, not budging.

KC resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "We're in your soul, technically so is Matt through the Kanima bond. I say we find wherever he's hiding in here and make his life a living hell." She pulled on Jackson's hand again and this time he followed.

Now that KC knew where they were Jackson's soul was easier to navigate. All she had to do was feel for a foreign entity besides herself and wherever it was, was where they would find Matt. KC led them through tress and hallways, careful not to touch anything. She didn't need to be distracted by more flashes and besides she was eager to give Matt a piece of her mind.

"What do you think would happen if I ate Matt's soul?" She wondered aloud.

"What?"

"I mean obviously he'd be soulless, but would it effect you through the kanima bond? How does the kanima bond even work? How do kanimas even choose who to bond to? Why did you choose Matt?"

"I don't know. He was there." Jackson sounded the slightest bit touchy on the subject. Kc decided not to pick at it, especially since they were at Matt's hideaway inside Jackson's soul. It was a large clearing bathed in ethereal light. There was a cauldron in the middle and off to the side was Matt. He was screaming bloody murder as his body erupted into scales. KC didn't know what to check out first, the cauldron or what the hell was happening to Matt. Both KC and Jackson cringed as Matt let out a particularly piercing scream. Cauldron it was then. KC and Jackson walked up to the cauldron and peered over the edge. The murky water instantly cleared to show the sheriff's station. It was a mess, but what made KC's heart stop was the fact Stiles, Sheriff Stilinski, Melissa, Scott, and Derek were there.

"What's going on?" KC asked, voice too high for her liking.

"I don't know."

KC was about to suggest they ask Matt when the scene in the cauldron suddenly changed. It was murkier, darker, something was happening, too dark for KC to tell what it was. It was like watching a CW show. Matt screamed loudly causing KC's grip on Jackson's hand to tighten. What the hell was going on? KC caught sight of Gerald in the cauldron. Her stomach turned. What was Gerald doing? He shouldn't be anywhere near KC's friends.

KC had too many questions. She needed answers. She reached for the water in the cauldron but Jackson stopped her.

"You don't know what that will do to us." That was true, but KC needed to know what was going on. Matt shrieked, sounding like something straight out of a horror movie. Both KC and Jackson turned to face Matt only to see him explode. Luckily when he exploded, he turned into water, splashing harmlessly on the ground. A phantom started to materialize in his place. It was Gerald.

"No no no no!" KC shouted, lunging for the slowly forming Gerald. She hadn't been able to completely kick Matt out, but she'd be damned if she let Gerald get his hooks into Jackson.

"KC!" Jackson shouted as Gerald fully materialized and KC finally reached him. She didn't know what she was going to do, but she was in a soul so she should have the upper hand. KC tried to shove Gerald out, but he just laughed at her. Kc pushed harder. She hated him. He was evil and planning to hurt her friends. He was going to use Jackson to hurt the others. KC wouldn't allow that. She kept pushing until she was thrown backwards, her head smacking on the wall behind her. Damn it! She was right back where she started.

KC screamed and thrashed angrily, but it wasn't getting her anywhere. At least it was making her feel slightly better. KC screamed until her throat hurt and she couldn't scream anymore. She hated this with a burning passion. Forget Matt. She was going to kill Gerald when she got the chance.