So this picks up where 2x11 left off. Right on the field after the game. This is just to fill the time between now and the finale. Please enjoy it isn't finished yet, but I will probablly only publish one or two more chapters. I don't own anything. If I did I wouldn't make all the lovely fans wait nine months to watch it again.

Sheriff Stilinski whipped his head around, continuing to call out for his son. Lydia didn't notice anything but the lack of a heart beat in Jackson's chest as Melissa continued to try and bring a pulse back up in the boy on the ground until the EMT could bring the stretcher around. Isaac and Scott shot looks directly at one another immediately realizing that Gerard hadn't let the night end so simply.

"What the hell happened?" Scott whispered to Isaac as they turned to look at each other. "Where is Stiles? Gerard must have taken him."
"He has to be close. In the twenty seconds that the lights were out and the past couple of minutes he can't have gotten far."

"We have to find him. We can't be spilt up though. We should check the Argent's house."

"Then the abandoned station, that's where we have been staying, maybe the Argent's have figured it out." Isaac offered.

"No, if they figured out that the train station is where Derek has kept you and the other wolves then that is exactly where they are going." Scott said. "That's where we have to go. They will be expecting it."

"It's a trap then? We are walking into a trap, just like that?" Isaac asked.

"Listen, we don't have a choice. They knew we wouldn't have a choice and this is what it comes down to. I'm going. Are you coming or not?" Scott had known it would be like this, only he expected Stiles to be standing beside him making witty remarks to try and minimalize the situation as much as the situation could be minimalized. Scott waited for Isaac to respond.

"I told you I trust you. I'll come with you. We should stay close enough together to keep aware of each other, but far enough so if one of us gets caught we don't get caught at the same time." Isaac looked at Scott, as he clenched his jaw ever so slightly.

"I have to tell my mom I'm going to try and do something. I'll be right behind you."

Derek had been left alone by Peter, who had disappeared to leave Derek to contemplate the proposition. He heard the howl of a wolf, one of his wolves. He recognized it as a call of distress and headed towards the abandoned station. His heart sputtered for a moment, realizing that at least one of them had decided to stay with him. He ran as fast as he could, sensing something else was wrong. What was it?

There was more than one person in trouble tonight. Multiple lives were at stake here and Derek was afraid that Scott wouldn't be on his side to help. He didn't want to be a failure, but Peter was right, that was all Derek was at this moment. A failure.

He tried not to think about anything but the fact that one of his Betas needed him. Probably all of his Betas needed him right now. He had to focus on his Betas, his pack. His family.

His feet moved him methodically through the woods, faster than he was used to running. It must have been extra adrenaline or something. His heart was pounding and his mind was being forced blank. Gerard kept pushing his way back into Derek's mind and Derek fought to keep Gerard out. Derek would win. He knew he would win. Somewhere inside he knew that he had to win. If he didn't it was all over and he and the rest of his pack were dead. Gerard would even turn on Scott.

Derek had no idea that Gerard had already turned on Scott.

Lydia sat next to Jackson in the EMT, holding his hand. They hadn't gotten a pulse back until he was inside the vehicle. Even now his pulse was weak and he was still unconscious. Lydia had refused to let go of Jackson and was so emotional that they had no choice but to allow her to ride to the hospital.

The ride was going according to plan when suddenly Jackson's heartbeat because more regular, and then intensely rapid in a matter of a minute. The heart monitor was going crazy.

"What? What's happening to him? Jackson! Jackson, please wake up, calm down. It's okay, I'm here. I love you. Please. Jackson." Lydia started screaming.

"Get her off of him. We have to try and stabilize him before his heart gets so rapid that it gives out." One of the EMT's said to the other as he tried to pull Lydia from Jackson's body.

"I have to see if I can put pressure on the abdominal wounds. With a heartbeat like that he could bleed out fast." The other EMT said lifting up Jackson's lacrosse jersey.

"We don't have enough hands for thi-" The other EMT was cut off.

"What the holy Hell? His wounds are gone almost completely. There is just blood here, and scratches. That's not possible." The other man said.

"Are you sure you are checking the right place, the wounds can't have just been scratches, they were punctures and gashes."

Before either EMT could say anything else Jackson's eyes snapped open and in seconds he had knocked both EMT's unconscious and grabbed Lydia by the arm.

"Jackson, what are you doing? How did you do that to them? You were dead you can't- You have to lie down, you have to go to the hospital."

The EMT in the front was yelling to find out what was going on and by the time he turned around to look at the stretcher, he saw Jackson's face become covered in scales. He didn't fully transform but he lunged toward Lydia as she stood paralyzed with fear. She let out a blood curdling scream as he held her in one arm and ripped the doors off of the ambulance, then jumped out and ran away with her in his arms.

Lydia kept screaming for Jackson to stop, but he just kept running and no matter how hard or how many times Lydia hit him, he didn't.

"Are you sure Derek heard you? Why isn't he here yet? Derek should be here by now. I know we can't go in there without a plan." Scott said.

"I know he heard me okay. I can feel him somehow. He will be here soon. He wouldn't not come if one of us called. He knows we are in trouble." Isaac said nervously.

"Okay, wait, I think I hear something." Scott said.

Derek burst through the trees less than a minute after Scott said he heard something. He saw Isaac and was relieved but when he saw Scott he felt a knot in his stomach.

"Derek Gerard used the Kanima at the game to-" Isaac was cut off by Derek.

"Gerard has the Kanima and you're working with Scott? You're working with Scott? Do you know that's he's been going behind our backs and working with Gerard? Did you know that Isaac?" Derek didn't waste any time.

"You did what?" Isaac stopped mid-sentence and looked at Scott. Scott's face turned red and he felt shame for the first time since he had started lying.

"It's not what you think, I swear." Scott defended himself.

"Oh I'm sure it's exactly what I think it is. He threatened you didn't he? And he told you if you cooperated with him everyone you cared about would be safe. I know that Argent's. I've known them for a long time, and the only things they know how to do is hunt and manipulate." Derek growled.

"He was going to kill my mother! What was I supposed to do? I didn't know he would turn on me! I didn't know he would gain control of the Kanima!" Scott argued back.

"Gerard will not stop. And Allison, she's not Allison anymore. She's just another Argent now. They are barely even human themselves and they hunt us! What have any of us done to them? You trusted Gerard, AND you trusted Allison, you were twice as stupid as I ever was!"

"You have to help Derek, I think they might have Erica and Boyd, I don't know how I know but I do. I can feel it." Isaac stepped in between Derek and pleaded with him. "Gerard made Jackson stab himself. And then he took Stiles."

Jackson stopped running.

"Jackson what is going on? Why does your face look like that? How are you doing this? You're scaring me." Lydia was pleading as Jackson put her down and turned his back to her.

"It didn't work. I thought I had it. Why didn't it work?!" Jackson put his hands of his head in distress.

"Please Jackson. Just tell me. I promise you won't scare me anymore than what just happened. Or what happened to me before. Please, Jackson just trust me. For once, trust me! Please Jackson. Trust me." Lydia had been brave enough to move towards Jackson. Her body was inches away from his. She put her hand on the back of his neck and let it run down his shoulder. She closed her eyes and he turned to put his head against her head. She kept her eyes closed. She didn't want to look at his face, she knew it would scare her and she didn't want to be scared. It was silent for a minute.

"I'm not me all of the time. Someone or something else is taking over me. I can feel it tugging at me right now. On the field, I could feel it. It had me. It wanted me to hurt you. But I stopped it, at the last second I got it. I stabbed myself, with these claws, I didn't know I had. I thought it would stop. I killed myself, but it won't let me die." Jackson pulled her head away from him, and she could see the monster taking over his body. Her face was covered in tears. "You have to go. I don't know how long I can fight it. Please run. Run now, because whatever has control over me wants me to take you. It's calling me right now. You have to go. Please Lydia just go." He pushed her back gently by her shoulders. When Lydia started to shake her head no he got angry and began losing his control over the Kanima. "Lydia, go now! Go!"

But it was too late, the Jackson had lost out to the Kanima and he lunged at Lydia again, and carried her away screaming, towards Gerard and the abandoned station.

Stiles woke up with a throbbing in his head and the feeling of restraints about his wrists. Then a sinking feeling in his stomach made him realize that the horror and the screaming he had been dreading, was the frame work for his inevitable crash.

You guys know that I'm not a werewolf right? I can't wolf out or lizards out or anything like that. I'm pretty sure the old guy in the corner could catch me if he wanted to. So can I ask why I'm tied up? I'm only 16 so if it's a kinky thing, that probably not going to work out too well, legally. I actually know the law pretty well and-" Stiles was talking but was cut short by Gerard.

"You're the smart one aren't you? Scott's smart friend. The brains of the pack." Gerard moved closer to Stiles.

"Um… yes, yes and no to the last one. I told you I'm a human. I don't belong to any pack. I don't really know how I got mixed up in this actually. One day I was a normal kid, with a normal best friend, and the next I was a normal kid with a werewolf best friend. And it's all been downhill from there." Stiles rolled his head around as Gerard pulled Stiles into a sitting position. They stared at each other for a minute until Stiles said, "You have me, you're little bargaining chip. I think I was a poor decision by the way. So, can we take these ropes off of my wrists? Please. They are already a little sore from today."

"You don't think I brought you here just to chat do you? No, sir. You see, for some reason, everyone is dying to save you. Always you? Scott I get. But all the other wolves and Derek, even Jackson fights my powers when it comes to you. Tonight he beat me for a bit, stabbing himself with his own claws. I have him now though. He's on his way, with that pretty little red head." Gerard threw Lydia in Stiles face.

"Leave her out of this! God Damn it! Please leave her out of this."

"Oh no, she survived the bite, and she didn't turn. She's dangerous. The wolves, the Kanima, and Lydia are all very dangerous. When something is that dangerous you don't let it live. You kill it, before it kills you."

Stiles stared back into Gerard's face. "We're kids. We're all kids. That doesn't bother you? Yes, okay it's your job, and I get it about Kate or whatever, but isn't it going to keep you up at night if you kill everyone? People that don't deserve it?" Stiles tried to struggle forward.

"You listen to me, Mr. Stilinski, I have done things you couldn't even imagine, killing the likes of you and that pack, won't bother me a bit. Especially because I won't be killing anyone." Stiles looked at Gerard, waiting for the blow he could sense coming.

"But I will."

Gerard stood up and stepped back to reveal what Stiles had expected. It was Allison. She had her bow in hand and a quiver on her back.

"I'll kill them."