"Hey, testicle left and right."

Scott and Stiles looked up, both scowling.

Jackson, sat behind Scott, was irritated and beyond confused. "What the hell is a kanima?"

Both quickly turning with gaping mouths, Coach slammed a textbook on Scott's desk to intervein.

"All right, listen up," Finstock announced. "A quick warning before we begin our review. Some of you, like McCall, might want to start their own study groups, because tomorrow's midterm is so profoundly difficult, I'm not even sure I could pass it. Okay, I need a volunteer at the board to answer the first question. Who's got it? Come on, let's go, buddy."

With Scott's attention, Jackson leaned forward. "Paralyzed from the neck down. Do you have any idea what that feels like?"

"I'm familiar with the sensation," replied Stiles as he was angled back to Jackass.

"Wait," said Scott, "why would Derek test you? Why would he think that it's you?"

"How should I know?" interrogated Jackson.

Stiles suddenly got worried, "Wait, do they think it's Lydia?"

"I don't know," Jackson quietly said, "all I heard was her name and something about chemistry."

Coach walked down the aisle, a flat look on his face. "Jackson!" he yelled. "Do you have something you want to share with the rest of the class?"

"Umm..." Jackson hesitated, "just an undying admiration for my...my coach."

Finstock smiled, "That's really kind of you." The niceness fell and his normal persona took over. "Now shut up! Shut it!" He looked out to the others, "Anybody else?"

Scott grabbed Stiles' arm, yanking him closer. "How do we know it's not her?" he asked in a whisper.

"Because I looked into the eyes of that thing, okay? And what I saw was pure evil, and when I look into Lydia's eyes, I only see 50% evil." Stiles hesitated, "All right, maybe 60. You know, but no more than 40 on a good day."

"Stiles," Scott said, "that's not a very good argument."

The buzz cut boy sighed, "I'm aware of that, bit I swear it's not her. It can't be, all right? Lydia's fine."

But Lydia wasn't fine.

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Winnie had her arms crowded in a matter of moment, Stiles and Scott at her sides in a split second. "Uh, hey guys."

"Derek's testing people to see if they're the kanima," Scott told her.

"I know," Winnie said with a sigh, "and he's going to kill whoever it is."

"They think it's Lydia," Stiles added as he walked on Winnie's right.

"They being the minions in leather jackets?" Winnie asked as she turned into Mr. Harris' room.

"Derek is not gonna kill her without proof," Scott said as if it were fact, following Winnie into the lab.

"All right," Stiles spoke as he, Scott and Winnie stopped at the head of the space, "so he tests her like he did with Jackson, right? But when and where?"

Winnie let out a sigh, finding Isaac and Erica smiling at her at the back of the room. "I think here and now."

Scott and Stiles skidded, taking the empty seat next to Lydia, despite the table being for two.

Winnie took the empty table to the right of them, Allison coming in with a confused look. "Don't ask," she muttered to the Argent.

Erica shot Winnie a wink, she and Isaac at the lab table behind the trio.

Mr. Harris walked into the room and up through the back of the class, "Einstein once said, 'Two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the universe.' I myself have encountered infinite stupidity." Adrain patted Stiles on the back, continuing to speak. "So to combat the plague of ignorance in my class, you're going to combine efforts through a round of group experiments. Let's see if two heads are indeed better than one. Or in Mr. Stilinski's case, less than one."

Winnie tried not to laugh, sending Stiles and apologetic look.

"Erica," Mr. Harris said, "you take the first station. You'll start w-"

Every male, and even a couple female, hands shot up except for the wolves and Stiles, all wanting to work with Erica in hope of more chances to look at her.

"I didn't ask for volunteers," said Adrain with annoyance. "Put your hormonal little hands down. Start with Mr. McCall. All right, next two."

Scott started the project, on edge. "Look, whatever you're thinking about doing, wait. Give me a chance to talk to Derek."

"Why don't you talk to me instead?" Erica asked, leaning in. Her smile fell away, "That's funny. In school, you guys act like you're broken up, but she's all over you."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Scott quickly lied.

"If I were Allison," Erica slid her hands on his thigh, "I'd be wanting you all the time."

A couple tables back, Winnie worked in silence.

Next to her, Isaac leaned with his elbows on the lab table. "So, you just ignored my note?"

"We're still on that?" Winnie asked with a sigh as she worked with a beaker to make edible crystals.

"It hurts a guy's feelings, Win."

Winnie looked over to Isaac, setting down the beaker. "We've already talked, Isaac. You know how I feel."

"What, that I'm a bad guy?" he asked with snark but obvious admiration for the girl next to him. "I'm just trying to embrace it."

"Clearly," she said as she angled towards Isaac.

He smirked, "You like it, don't you?"

"No, but you think you can sweet talk me into giving you another chance." Winnie halfly smiled, "Thank you, your eyes aren't so bad either."

Isaac's lips parted, realizing Winnie could hear what he was thinking just as Adrain rang the bell.

"Switch," Winnie said as Mr. Harris did. She patted his shoulder, trying not to laugh as she knew she had the upperhand.

Isaac got up, lightly shaking his head as he went to the next station. He took a spot next to Stiles, brushing off Winnie's rejection and instead gave Stilinski smug grin.

Stiles sighed with annoyance, uncapping the powdered element to continue the project. "If you harm one perfect strawberry blonde hair on her head, I'm gonna turn your little werewolf ass into a fur coat and give it to her as a birthday present."

Isaac laughed, "Really? I've never actually been to one of her big, invite-only birthday parties. I did ask her out once, though."

Stiles continued to work, "Sounds like the beginning to a heartfelt story. I'm gonna pass, thanks."

"It was the first day of freshman year," Isaac went on, ignoring Stiles like he usually did.

"And you thought everything was gonna be different for you in high school, but she said no."

Isaac laughed, "Yeah. Yeah, she even laughed. Told me to come back when the bike I rode to school had an engine, not a chain."

"Mm," mused Stiles. "Unrequited love's a bitch. Maybe you should write about in English class, you know? Channel all that negative energy."

"Nah," decided Isaac. "I was thinking I'd channel it into killing her...I'm not very good at writing."

Mr. Harris slapped the bell, "And switch."

Isaac grinned as he stood up from his spot, soon sliding into the seat next to Lydia.

Adrain, up and walking around the room, smacked Stiles' hand with a ruler when he'd tried to get up. "If you're trying to test my patience, Mr. Stilinski, I guarantee it'll be a failing grade."

Winnie listened in on Lydia's thoughts, working with another girl from her class as she did.

Lydia, to put it simply, was confused.

"Time," Mr. Harris announced minutes later. "If you've catalyzed the reaction correctly, you should now be looking at a crystal."

Winnie and her partner Taylor both looked down, a hunk of clear crystal in their beaker.

"Now," Harris said, "for the part of that last experiment I'm sure you'll all enjoy, you can eat it."

Taylor, a brunette in a tan leather jacket, fished out the crystal and broke it in half, giving Winnie a piece.

Winnie idly held it, her eyes focused on Lydia about to eat her crystal that unknowingly to her was doused in kanima venom.

"Lydia!" Scott jumped up, spotting the liquid on the experiment as she put it in her mouth and bit down.

The strawberry blonde pulled away, looking back. "What?"

"Nothing," he quickly said as he took his seat again.

Winnie covered her mouth, not a single thing happening to Lydia.

Not a damn thing.

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"Why is everyone acting so weird?"

Winnie walked with Lydia, keeping a close eye on the strawberry blonde since they got out of chem. "Spring fever?"

Lydia rolled her eyes with a smile, "So, why was Lahey staring you down like you were glowing? Seriously, he was."

"Don't know, maybe he tripped and slammed his head into a brick wall." Glancing around, she turned a corner with Lydia. She stopped outside of Morrell's office, giving Lydia a light smile. "Everything'll be fine, I promised."

Lydia tilted her head, "You're being weird, too." She stepped into Morrell's office, closing the door behind her.

Winnie backed up, starting down the way she came. Crossing the hall, she grabbed Isaac's leather jacket and pulled the tall boy into an empty classroom.

Isaac laughed, grinning as Winnie shut the door on the two of them. "Okay, how did you-"

"Know you were following Lydia and I?" Winnie jabbed a finger in his chest, "Because I'm not stupid, unlike you."

"Again with hurting me, Win." Isaac took her hand, moving it away from his chest. "Is that the theme of the day?"

"Only for the Isaac standing in front of me that I know is a fake." Winnie inhaled, unable to take her eyes off of Isaac. "You can act all you want, but you're not this guy."

"You don't know me," he said as he glanced briefly to the side.

"What, that you took the bite from Derek because you wanted to not feel weak anymore? Because you were tired of being pushed around and lock in a freezer?" Winnie looked more hurt than Isaac. "You can question how I know about that, but there's no point." She pulled free her sketch pad and flipped it open with frustration in her motions. "I don't know what happened, but it did and I drew you. But they're of you, not of the over confident, leather jacket bad boy in front of me."

Isaac furrowed his eyebrows, looking through the beautifully one sketches. One of him, of his father and another of that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. "Do, uh, do you know who this is?"

Winnie didn't have to look to the sketch of a nineteen year old in Army fatigues. "Your older brother, Camden."

"Winnie, how do you know these things?" His words were quiet, less like the person that Derek's pack had made him become.

"I really wish I knew," she softly said in reply. "Look, I get the not wanting to feel helpless thing." She got back her sketchbook and put it away, walking to the door. She touched the handle, not pulling until she'd spoken. "Just because you turned into a werewolf doesn't mean you have to turn into a monster." Before leaving, she put a folded piece of paper in his jacket pocket.

Isaac closed his eyes, the door shutting him in alone as Winnie disappeared into the depths of the hallway. He ran a hand through his hair, knowing he'd messed up. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the paper she'd put on him. He unfolded it, his shoulders dropping.

It was him, but Winnie as well. They were etched perfectly but aged only a bit more, to the folowing fall at most. They looked relaxed, and most of all happy as they were at a park.

It was of Isaac pushing Winnie on a swing at the park he recognized to be the one he practically grew up at.

Isaac didn't know if she'd done it for fun or if she drew it with her shining, but he did, for a fact, know he wanted that moment. 

He wanted that moment with her.

- After a billion years I finally update! Sorry about that, I've been busy with work and school. I'm in the middle of making a Beauxbatons Academy uniform for a Harry Potter themed party so I still don't have a whole lot of time on me. Also, I went to my high school football game against out rivals and I enjoyed it a hell of a lot more than I thought I would. Hope you're all having great lives - Mel xx