robinonadderall | Beacon Hills Woods

It was almost laughably easy stealing a prisoner transport van from the police station. Stiles was pretty sure he could have pulled it off even if he wasn't the sheriff's son.

Handcuffing an unconscious Jackson by the wrists and ankles in the back of the van was slightly more difficult, but that was only because Scott wasn't any help. He seemed worried that Jackson would know it was them that kidnapped him for some reason. How would he know, he was knocked out the entire time they were moving him.

"Stiles! McCall! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"

Okay, maybe he would know who did it.

Scott couldn't risk missing anymore school so it was up to Stiles to babysit Jackson all day. When he crawled in the back of the van he was armed with a sandwich in each hand, just as an offering of goodwill. And because he was a mom.

"Okay, I brought you some--"

Jackson reached out to grab Stiles but the handcuffs stopped him from his goal. "Let me out! Now!"

Stiles flailed and backed into the other side of the van. "You know what? I put those pants on you, buddy, okay? One leg at a time. Up close and personal with your junk wasn't exactly the highlight of my day, so don't think this is fun for me either. You know we're actually doing you a favor?"

"This is doing me a favor?!" Jackson asked, rattling his chains.

"Yes! You were killing people! To death! And until we can figure out how to stop you you're gonna stay here, I'm sorry." Stiles held up the sandwiches in his hand. "Now do you want ham and cheese or turkey club?"

"You actually think my parents won't be looking for me?" Jackson asked.

"Not if they don't think anything's wrong," Stiles said. He fished Jackson's cell phone out of his pocket and held it up to show Jackson some of the texts he had been sending the Whittemores since last night. "Now pick a sandwich and eat it, we've got to talk."

Stiles couldn't really blame Jackson for the faces he made while he explained the whole kanima thing, but it was pretty discouraging when you were trying not to sound like the town crazy person.

"Scales?" Jackson finally asked with a bored look on his face. "Like a fish?"

"Nah, more like a reptile," Stiles said. "And your claws have this liquid that paralyzes people. And you have a tail."

"I have a tail?" Jackson repeated.

Stiles nodded. "Yeah, you have a tail."

Jackson still didn't look impressed. "Mm. Does it do anything?"

Stiles pressed his lips together. "Nah, not that I know of."

"Can I use it to strangle you?!"

"Wow, you still don't believe me!" Stiles said, scooting back away from Jackson again. "Okay, the night of the semi-final game what did you do right after?"

"I went home," Jackson answered.

"Are you sure about that?"

Jackson rolled his eyes. "Yes, you idiot. What else would I do?"

"You attacked me and Derek at the school and you trapped us in the pool. You also killed a mechanic. Right in front of me, by the way, that was lovely," Stiles said. "And one of Argent's hunters. Oh, and last night you tried to kill Danny."

"Why would I try to kill my best friend?" Jackson asked.

Stiles shrugged. "That's what Scott's trying to figure out now."

"Maybe what he should try to figure out is how he's gonna pay for a lawyer when I prosecute your asses all the way to jail!" Jackson hissed.

Stiles sighed. "Alright, tell me this. On the night of the first full moon, what happened?"

Jackson frowned and shook his head. "Nothing. Nothing happened."

Stiles didn't have to be a werewolf to know Jackson was lying about that. He rolled his eyes at Jackson and slid out of the back of the van, shutting the doors behind him. Scott better hurry the hell up, he so didn't need to be arrested for kidnapping. That wouldn't look good on college applications.

Stiles was in the middle of sending Jackson's parents another oh-so-brilliant text message when he turned and ran into something very warm, squishy and alive. The yell he let out was...high-pitched. It wasn't a squeak. It wasn't.

"They know," Allison said, too flustered to even comment on Stiles squealing. "They know Jackson's missing!"

"What?" Stiles asked. "No, they can't, I've been texting Jackson's parents since last night."

Allison shook her head. "My grandfather told me his parents went to the police. They know."

Stiles' eyes widened. Then he looked down at Jackson's cell phone. And then remembered how easy it was for him and Danny to track down Scott's phone. There was a flail and Stiles held out Jackson's phone between two fingers, almost heading into panic attack territory.

"We have to get out of here!" Stiles said, squeaking yet again. He tossed Jackson's phone into the woods and ushered Allison into the van.

"Where are we going?" Allison asked.

"Somewhere very far from this."

Stiles drove them out into another portion of the woods (Beacon Hills didn't lack in woods) and texted Scott, who met up with them shortly after. With the police looking for Jackson now, they had to do something to either keep Jackson incapacitated or convince him that he is a mass murdering lizard.

"Alright, I got it," Stiles said. "Kill Jackson. Problem solved."

Scott glared at Stiles. "He risked his life for us, against Peter, do you remember that?"

"Yeah, but what did we find out? He got the bite from Derek," Stiles reminded him. "It's funny how he got what he wanted by risking his life for us, it's really funny!"

"It doesn't mean he's not worth saving," Scott said.

"It's always something with him though!" Stiles' decision to kill Jackson was probably only fueled 10% Jackson being a douche and 20% Lydia being hung up on him. The rest was Stiles being pragmatic. No more kanima, no more people getting murdered. Derek had the right idea wanting to kill him.

Wait. Derek never had the right idea about anything. What were you thinking, Stiles?

"He doesn't know what he's doing!" Scott said. "It's not him killing people, not really. Remember what the beastiary said, the kanima seeks a master. Someone's controlling him and if we find out who it is, we can keep him from using Jackson as a tool."

"Jackson's always gonna be a tool," Stiles muttered. "I don't see how him not knowing what he's doing matters, he's still killing people."

"I didn't know what I was doing either! You remember when I tried to kill you and Jackson?" Scott asked. "I had people to stop me, he has nobody!"

"That's his own fault!" Stiles argued. If he had known Jackson was listening in and crying manly tears to himself right now he probably wouldn't have sounded as harsh. Probably.

"It doesn't matter," Scott said. "If we can save him, we should try."

Before Stiles could bring up several very good reasons as to why Jackson wasn't worth saving, a loud crunch echoed the forest. The screeching sound of metal tearing apart had Stiles gritting his teeth. "The van!"

The three of them ran to where the van was parked but by the time they got there it was easy to see that Jackson had escaped. He must have kanima'd out and punched the back door open.

"I have to tell my father, Scott," Allison said. "He's going to kill someone."

Stiles realized that this had gone far enough on his side too. "I have to tell my dad too, Scott."

"Tell them. Tell them everything," Scott said quietly. "This is all my fault."

"It's not, but we have to tell them," Allison said. "We're a bunch of teenagers, we can't handle this alone."

Scott nodded. "You're right."

Allison looked over at Stiles. "How are you gonna make your dad believe all this?"

Scott answered for Stiles, looking up at the two of them with his eyes glowing yellow. "He'll believe me."

[It's not a fetish, Derek, shut up. Taken and bastarized from Teen Wolf 2x06 "Frenemy". NFI, NFB but OOC is fine]

Beacon Hills Woods | The next morning

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