"You guys were doing what?!" Stiles shrieked, staring slack-jawed at his friend. "What happened after that? Did you suck his dick? Did he suck your dick? DID YOU HAVE SEX?!"

"God, no, Sties!" Scott groaned, an embarrassed blush rising on his cheeks. He slapped his hands over his face, "We did not go that far. My mom, suspicious of the noises coming from my room, knocked on my door while we were…you know."

"Oooh," Stiles pouted sympathetically. He checked his mirrors before switching lanes. He smirked at Scott, "Well, look at my boy. Gearing up to lose your butt virginity to your soulmate, huh?"

Scott scrambled to face Stiles, his face etched in horror. "I was not going to have any form of sex with Derek," He vehemently denied, much to the disbelief of his hyper companion. "Especially not that! Need I remind you that I am not gay and have a girlfriend?"

"Yeah. A girlfriend you're cheating on with her male arch-nemesis." Stiles watched as the realization caused Scott's shoulders to slump, his gaze shifting out the passenger window. Sighing, Stiles decided to change the subject. "So, last night, you followed Jackson and he bought tickets to go to the rave, right?"

"Yeah, we think that his next target will be at the rave," Scott affirmed demurely.

"Did you manage to get a ticket?"

Scott made a sour face. "No," he said, huffing as the school came into view. Stiles pulled into the closest parking space, turning off the engine. "There's got to be another way to get tickets though, right?" Scott asked, hopping out the car. Stiles rolled his eyes and exited the car, meeting Scott on the sidewalk, "Scott, it's a secret show. There's only one way and it's a secret."

Scott opened his mouth to reply but his eyes shifted over Stiles' shoulder, seeing Matt approach. Stiles turned around, his face immediately expressing irritation upon seeing the other boy. "Hey," Matt greeted the pair. "Do either of you know why no one was suspended after what happened at school the other day?"

"Just forget about," Stiles grumbled. "No one got seriously hurt."

"I had a concussion! I was in the ER for six hours!" Mat protested in astonishment.

"You know what, Matt? Your little bump on the head is about this high on our list of problems right now!" Stiles snapped heatedly from the ground, his hand almost touching the concrete. Scott forcefully pulled Stiles up from the floor, shooting him a look before leaning towards Matt.

"Are you ok?" Scott asked, concerned. Matt eyed the fidgeting Stiles before looking at Scott, "Yeah, I'm fine. Now, at least. So, you didn't manage to get any tickets last night, either."

Scott shook his head. "Are they still selling?"

"No," Matt told him. "But I managed to find two online; you should just keep trying. It sounds like everyone's going to be there."

Stiles watched Matt walk away with narrow eyes. "I don't like him," he declared not for the first time. He turned to face Scott, "Hey, are you sure about this? How do you know the guy will be there?"

"Last time, whoever's controlling Jackson had to kill somebody because he didn't finish the job," Scott reminded him. "What do you think he'll do this time?"

"Be there to make sure it happens," Stiles replied, sighing. Scott nodded and started walking. Stiles scrambled to catch up with him. "Wait up, Scott! You didn't finish telling me about the butt sex!"

Scott smiled sheepishly at a girl who looked at them, quickening his step. "Stiles," Scott hissed. "For the last time, there was absolutely no butt sex. No butt grabbing. We only kissed a little."

Stiles scoffed, a mischievous grin on his face. "You said you managed to take each other's shirts off. That doesn't sound like a little kissing," Stiles said with a laugh. Scott's cheeks reddened, causing Stiles to laugh harder.

"I hate you, Stiles," Scott mumbled. A tone from Stiles' phone interrupted his comeback. He pulled out his phone and checked his messages. What a coincidence. It was Alison. Asking Scott to meet her at lunch. "Uh," Stiles said. "Alison wants to meet you during lunch."

Scott looked at the message and frowned, "Do you think something's wrong?"

"Oh, like she found out her secret boyfriend had a secret boyfriend?" Stiles replied with sarcasm. "No, I'm sure she wants to talk about the weather."

"I don't appreciate the sarcasm."

"Who does?"

Alison paced nervously in the empty classroom, waiting for Scott to arrive. She wondered if there was a good way to confess to Scott that she told her dad everything. He won't be mad, right? The sound of the door opening ended her thoughts; she whipped around and saw Scott walking in. He smiled and walked up to her.

"I'm sorry," Alison sighed, fiddling with her sleeves. "I know you said we can't talk like this anymore but I had to see you." She relaxed when he took her hands into his.

"What happened?" He asked. She exhaled nervously, "My dad and me, we, um…he knows about the last two murders. He knows there are two killers; He and Gerard, they are—"

"Hey, it's alright," Scott said soothingly. "That's not so bad. If they know, fine. I'm, well, I'm actually more worried about your mom."

That made Alison pause. She frowned, "What does that mean?"

Scott shifted uneasily under her questioning gaze. "Do you remember when I was called out of detention to go to the office," He began. At her nod, he sighed, "Your mom was actually the one that talked to me and she started asking me all these questions. Like, really, scarily specific questions. And there were pencils being sharpened!"

"Pencils?" Alison repeated uncertainly.

Scott looked her in the eye, "Just trust me. It was bad. I think we should do something to throw off any suspicion. Like, uh, be seen with other people."

Alison remembered the rave and Matt. "Like be seen dating?" At Scott's affirmation, Alison inhaled a big breath and pulled away. "Well, there's something I should tell you. I don't know how it happened or why I even said yes, but I'm actually supposed to hang out with Matt."

Alison waited for Scott to get upset or angry knowing that his girlfriend was supposed to go on a date with someone else. Instead, he sighed in relief, "Oh. OH, that's perfect. Go out with him."

"Seriously?" Alison said in disbelief. What guy was alright with his exclusive girlfriend dating someone else? Scott nodded, "Yes. And make a big deal out of it in front of your mom, ok? Even kiss him if you have to."

"Kiss him?" Alison repeated. "Are you sure about that?"

"Uh, totally."

"Like really kiss him?" Alison continued on. Scott's brow furrowed in confusion, "What's 'really kissing him' like?"

Alison smirked and leaned forward. She pulled Scott into a deep kiss, putting her all into it as their lips slid against each other passionately. She slowly pulled away, resting her forehead against his. "Like that."

Scott let out a light chuckle, "Yeah, maybe not like that." Alison frowned as he persisted with this stupid idea. After a kiss like that, no one in their right mind would want someone else to have that. Unless he had someone else he wanted to be seen with, too. Scott looked at Alison's face and touched her chin, "What is it?"

I'm afraid you might want someone else. Is that why you're pushing this? Alison shook her head and smiled weakly, "Nothing." Ignoring Scott's confused look, she grabbed her bag. "I need to go." She began to walk away.

She heard Scott call, "I love you." Do you really? She turned around and nodded, "You too." She pulled open the door and left. Unbeknownst to either of the young lovebirds, Alison's mother watched from through the back door's window, witnessing everything.

It was a silent drive to the rave's location, both Stiles and Scott stuck in their own heads. Stiles parked in front of the building; they simultaneously exited the car and walked to the trunk. Holding the trunk open, Scott looked at his unusually silent companion, "Are you ok?"

Stiles grabbed the half-full trash bag, "Yeah. Why?" Scott shrugged, "Just, you didn't say anything the whole ride here."

"I'm fine," Stiles told him firmly. "Grab the other bag."

Scott shook his head, "I can't, remember? Deaton said you have to do it alone."

Stiles groaned, hanging his head, "This plan is really starting to suck." Scott chuckled and then froze; underneath the deafening music, he could hear just barely a familiar thump thump-thump thump. "What is it?"

"No, not here. Not now," Scott muttered to himself. He took off towards the building, ignoring Stiles' loud protests as he navigated through the throngs of people. Alison was in the building somewhere, Scott could feel it. He ran to the main area, stopping at the doorway and scanning the crowd. There she was. She stood with Matt, her hair high up on her head.

Scott waited for her to notice him; she turned her head slightly as she danced and froze. Scott inclined his head. He heard her tell Matt to give her a second and then she was walking towards him. Scott grabbed her elbow lightly and pulled her away from the noise. "What are you doing?" Scott said in a low tone.

Alison's face scrunched up in uncertainty. "You told me to go out with him," she reminded him. Scott ran a hand through his hair roughly. Out of all the places they could've went, they had to come here. "Yes, but I didn't mean here. You don't get it; we have a plan."

"You have a plan?" Alison questioned. Scott nodded. She exhaled heavily, "Ok, ok, my father and Gerard, they're coming here."

Scott paused; why would they be coming here? They shouldn't have known Jackson was even going to be here…unless Alison told them. "What did you tell them?" Scott accused.

"I-I told them—" Alison stuttered.

"Alison!" Scott snapped.

"I-I-I had to tell them," Alison told him desperately.

"They know the Kanima is Jackson, don't they?" Scott said. Alison's eyes snapped to his. "People are dying, Scott! What was I supposed to do?" She asked defensively.

Scott clenched his jaw in anger, "You're supposed to trust me!"

"I trust you, more than anyone!" Alison swore.

Scott sighed tiredly, "We had a plan." Alison nodded, "Well so do they." Scott knew exactly what their plan was: to kill Jackson and anyone else that got in their way. Like Derek, who was waiting outside somewhere. "This isn't going to work."

"What do you want me to do, ok?" Alison implored as Scott began to back away from her. "I can fix it. Please, Scott, tell me."

Scott glared at her, something primal in him upset that she put the plan in danger. Derek in danger. "Just stay out of the way."

He brushed past her. "Scott!" Alison exclaimed, trying to grab his arm. He sharply pulled away. "Just stay out of the way!" He snapped before running off. He pushed through the people and went deeper into the building, trying to find anyone to help salvage the plan. He soon found Isaac standing to the side. Scott strode to him and grabbed him, pulling him behind a pillar.

"What the hell," Isaac said in annoyance. Scott leaned forward, "The Argents are here."

Isaac's eyes widened, "What?! What about Derek and Boyd?"

"I know," Scott said. He pulled the syringe and drug out of his pocket, holding it out to Isaac, "Here."

Isaac frowned, "Why me?"

"Because I have to make sure that Argent doesn't completely ruin the plan," Scott told them. He presented the syringe again. "Look, you have to do it intravenously, meaning in the vein. You find him, pull back on this plunger right here. The easiest place is probably the neck, so find a vein, jam it in there, and pull back on the trigger. Be careful."

Isaac grabbed the syringe and the bottle of ketamine. "I doubt I'll even slightly hurt him so don't worry," he said with a chuckle.

"No," Scott said. Isaac looked up at him. "I'm talking about you. I don't want you to get hurt. So be careful." Scott walked off before Isaac shook off his shock. Scott knew he had to warn Derek about the Argents so he found the closest exit. He ducked out and ran down the ramp, pulling out his phone. He searched for Derek's number when bright lights shone unexpectedly on him. He turned to see the intense headlights of a truck.

The car's engine revved before it suddenly jerked in Scott's direction, knocking him off his feet. Scott groaned as his body bounced off the dark hood before crumpling to the ground. Black dots began to flood his vision. The last thing he saw before he fell unconscious was short red hair.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself face down on a wooden table. He looked and saw Alison's mom sitting beside him with a smirk on her face.

"Oh good, you're up," Victoria said happily. She pointed to the unassuming device beside her, "You probably recognize this device. Pot used to be smoked in rolled up paper; these days, though, it seems like all you kids are given a free vaporizer with your medicinal marijuana card."

Scott watched as she lifted a vial of wolfsbane to her nose and sniffed it. "Mm. This type of wolfsbane is my favorite. Lovely smell. You probably won't think so." Victoria inserted the vial into the vaporizer and pressed the button.

Scott watched with bleary eyes, "Wha…what are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious?" She said rhetorically with a grin. "I'm killing you. It's going to look like an accident," she told him. She began wafting the steam closer to him. "Like you had an asthma attack and just couldn't get to your inhaler in time. Your school records show you have a pretty severe case of asthma."

Scott felt the wolfsbane entering his body, leaving a painful burn in its wake. Like acid. Scott felt the change beginning to overtake him, his eyes flickering shades. "Stop!" he demanded weakly.

"Too late," she laughed. She watched him struggle against the slow, painful death with glee. "Looks like it's working."

Stiles left the building in the midst of the crowd, looking around the lot. He spotted Derek by his jeep and rushed to meet him. Derek didn't seem to notice him, his gaze far off. "Hey, uh, we kind of lost Jackson inside, but it's—" Stiles stopped when Erica and Isaac came out of the building. They stopped at the platform and saw the ring of ashwood, something deep within them urging them to stay away. "Oh my god, it's working! YES! See that? I did something?"

A loud roar suddenly filled the night sky. Derek's head snapped towards the building. "Scott," he whispered. Derek turned to Stiles, "Break the line."

"What?" Stiles exclaimed, astonished. "No way!"

"Scott's dying!" Derek yelled. Stiles froze, "What? How do you know that?"

"Oh my god, Stiles, I just know! Break it!" Derek snapped, red bleeding into his irises. Stiles leaned down and hesitantly wiped away the ashwood, breaking the protective line. Derek ran past him and raced into the building. He followed his instincts until he found an unnoticeable door. Yanking the door open, Derek stepped inside and stumbled as the smell of wolfsbane filled his lungs. A sharp pain exploded in his back and he screamed, whirling around to see Victoria Argent wielding a large knife. He managed to dodge her second swipe, knocking the knife out of her hands. Derek blanked out as they fought, the poison crippling him. Suddenly, she flung him across the room. Derek looked up and saw the room empty.

"Derek," He heard from his right. He turned and saw Scott lying sprawled on the ground. Derek gathered his strength and grabbed his prone form, dragging him out of the room. Save him. Protect him. Save him. Save him. Derek pulled him outside where Stiles and the rest of his Pack were waiting. Derek ignored them and lifted Scott into the backseat of Stiles' car.

"Stiles, give me the keys," Derek demanded, a growl rumbling in his chest. Stiles fumbled to get the keys out his pocket before tossing them to Derek. He snatched them out of the air. "Call Boyd. He has my car and he'll take you home." Derek hopped in the car and peeled out of the parking lot. His back was aching and his head was fuzzy from the wolfsbane but Derek pushed it all to the back of his mind. He had to get Scott to Deaton. He had to get him there now.