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Chapter Twenty
🦎 Raving 🦎

Stilinski bit into a burger before cringing slightly, "Ugh, what the hell is this?" He asked, making Stiles and Sawyer look at him. "Veggie burger." They both said at the same time, "Guys, I asked for a hamburger." Stilinski said and Sawyer nodded slightly. 

"Well, veggie is healthier. We're being healthy." Sawyer said as she made Anakin a bowl of food before putting it down on the ground in front of him. Stilinski went to get some fries, only to find celery and carrots, "Oh hell... Why are you guys trying to ruin my life?" He asked. 

"We're trying to extend your life, okay? Could you just eat it, please? And tell us what you found." Stiles said, making their father shake his head, "No, I'm not sharing confidential police work with two teenagers." Stilinski said and Sawyer raised her eyebrows. 

"Is that it on the board behind you?" She asked, pointing at the crime board behind him, making him glance back. "Don't look at that." Stilinski said as Stiles and Sawyer tried to look around him, "Avert your eyes. Hey!" He said as they still tried to loom. 

"Just- it's just- I see arrows pointing at pictures!" Stiles said and Stilinski sighed, "Okay, okay, stop. Fine. I found something." Stilinski said, making them stop and look at him. "The mechanic and the couple who were murdered- they all had something in common." He said, making Sawyer raise her eyebrows, "All three?" She asked and Stilinski nodded. 

"Yeah. You know what I always say... 'One's an incident. Two's a coincidence-" He said and the twins nodded, "Three's a pattern." They both said at the same time. "The mechanic, the husband, the wife? All the same age. All twenty-four." Stilinski said and Stiles furrowed his brows, "Wait, what about Mr. Lahey? I mean, Isaac's dad isn't anywhere near twenty-four..." Stiles said and Stilinski nodded slightly. 

"Which made me think that either A) Lahey's murder wasn't connected, or B) the ages were a coincidence... Until I found this, which would be C)- Did you know that Isaac Lahey had an older brother named Camden?" Stilinski asked as he handed them a file, making Stiles look over Sawyer's shoulder to read it. 

'Died in combat..." Sawyer read, "But, if he were alive today, take one guess as to how old he'd be." Stilinski said, making the twins look up at him. "Twenty-four." Stiles said before Sawyer furrowed her brows slightly as she got up to look at the crime board. 

"What if same age means same class? I mean, did you think of that?" Sawyer asked, looking over at her father as he and Stiles moved to stand next to her. "Yeah. Yeah... Well, I would have. I mean, I- Look, I just got Lahey's file two hours ago." Stilinski said, making his kids give him a look, "Two hours? Dad, people could be dying." Stiles said dramatically 

"Yeah, I'm aware of that, thank you." Stilinski said as they looked back at the board, "Same class..." Sawyer mumbled before they all glanced at each other. 

A moment later, the three of them set a stack of high school yearbooks and files on the desk before going through them. "Okay, this is it- class of 2006. They all went to Beacon Hills." Stiles said and Sawyer nodded, "Including Isaac's brother." She said. 

"All right, but... So, what if they all knew each other, you know? I mean, two of them were married, so maybe they all just hung out?" Stiles said as Stilinski flipped through some files. "Well, they could have had the same classes together. They could've..." He said, trailing off slightly, making the team look at him, "What?" Sawyer asked. 

"Same teacher." Stilinski said, showing them a classroom transcript of Mr. Harris' class, "Harris..." The twins both said. "They were all in his class?" Stiles asked and Stilinski nodded, All four. And I don't know how Mr. Lahey fits in, but this, kids? This is definitely a pattern. All right, give me the 2006 yearbook. These names? We need faces." Stilinski said as he grabbed the phone while Stiles and Sawyer started looking through the stack of stuff. 

"Which ones?" Sawyer asked, "Everyone in that chemistry class. If the killer's not done killing-" Stilinski said as Stiles pulled out the 2006 yearbook. "One of them's next." The twins both said, glancing up at their father who nodded. "Yeah." He said before talking onto the phone while Stiles and Sawyer glanced at each other. 

🦎 

With Scott riding shotgun, and Sawyer in the back with Anakin, Stiles pulls his Jeep into the parking lot amid students hurrying for first period. "There's got to be some other way to get tickets, right?" Scott asked as they all climbed out, "It's a secret show- there's only one way, and it's a secret." 

"Hey..." Matt said, making them all turn around, also made Stiles scoff under his breath, "Any of you guys know why no one's getting suspended after what happened the other day at school?" Matt asked. "Just forget about it. Nobody got hurt." Stiles said, mostly wanting to stop talking to the guy. 

"I-I had a concussion." Matt said offended and Sawyer just shrugged, "Well, no one got seriously hurt." Sawyer said. "I was in the ER for six hours!" Matt said, making Stiles sigh irritably. "Hey, do you want to know the truth, Matt? Your little bump on the head is about this high on our list of problems right now." Stiles said as he bent down until his hand was about an inch away from touching the concrete. 

"Are you okay?" Scott sighed, "Yeah, I'm fine now." Matt said as he looked at Stiles and Sawyer weirdly before looking at Scott, "So, you didn't get any tickets last night, either?" He asked. 

"Are they still selling?" 

"Uh, no, but I managed to find two online. You should keep trying. Sounds like everyone's gonna be there." Matt said before walking away. 

"I hate that guy. Hey, are you sure about this?" Stiles asked looking at Scott, "Last time, whoever's controlling Jackson had to kill somebody because he didn't finish the job. So, what do you think he's going to do this time." Scott and Sawyer nodded. 

"Be there to make sure it happens." 

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Coach opened the door to his office in the locker room, letting the door hit the wall, making everyone look over at him. "Can anyone tell me where the hell Jackson is and why he missed morning practice?" He asked, making Stiles and Sawyer look at Scott. 

"I thought we told you to keep an eye on him!" Stiles said and before Scott could say anything, Coach looked over at them. "Stilinski! Jackson?" Coach asked, "Sorry, Coach... we haven't seen him since the last time we saw him..." Stiles and Sawyer both said at the same time.

"Oh, and when was that?" Coach asked, making the twins glance at each other for a moment, "Last time we saw him? Definitely the time we saw him last..." They said awkwardly. " Yeah. Again, Danny, tell Jackson no missing practice this close to the championships, okay?" Coach said, as he bent down slightly to look at Danny, who sat on a bench, "Sure, Coach." Danny said. 

"That goes for all of you. I should be coaching college." Coach said before walking back onto his office, closing the door behind him, making Danny turn back to Scott, Stiles and Sawyer. 

"Sorry, but I only got two myself." Danny said and Sawyer raised her eyebrows, "Do you even have a date yet?" She asked, making him look at her offended. "I'm working on it." He said, "Okay, okay... Hear me out. You give us the tickets, and you devote your life to abstinence, and just-" Stiles said before Isaac suddenly walked up and grabbed Stiles and Scott's shoulders. 

"How do you three losers even survive?" Isaac asked as Danny walked away while Sawyer raised her eyebrows, "You, of all people, are calling us losers?" She asked. "What are we supposed to do? No one's even selling." Scott said and Isaac glanced up to see a guy handing a couple people tickets. 

"Wait here, boys and girl." Isaac said before glancing down at Anakin, "And dog." He said then walked away. "What is he gonna-" Scott started to ask before the three of them flinched slightly as a clattering sound filled the locker room. 

"Ow. Oh, my-" Stiles mumbled while Sawyer cringed, "Yup, that's excessive." Sawyer said as there were more sounds of crashing. "That'll bruise. Wow, okay..." Stiles mumbled before Isaac walked over, handing Sawyer a ticket before slapping the other two against Stiles and Scott's chests. 

"Enjoy the show." He said before walking away and Sawyer pursed her lips, looking down at Anakin, "Never get involved with dogs like that." 

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Deaton holds up a vial of clear liquid to the light. Sawyer, Scott and Stiles step forward for a closer look. "Ketamine?" Scott asked and Deaton nodded, "It's the same stuff we use on the dogs, just a higher dosage. If you can get close enough to Jackson, it should slow him down enough to buy you some time." Deaton says as he hands Scott the vial and a hypodermic. 

Deaton places a glass jar in front of Stiles filled with gray ash. The symbol on the top of the jar is for Rowan, "This is some of what you'll use to create the barrier. This part is for you, Stiles- only you." Deaton said, making Stiles' eyes widen slightly. 

"Uh, that sounds like a lot of pressure... Can we maybe find a slightly less pressure-filled task for me?" Stiles asked as he grabbed the jar to look at it. "It's from the Mountain Ash tree, which is believed by many cultures to protect against the supernatural. This office is lined with ashwood, making it difficult for someone like Scott to cause me any trouble." Deaton said.

"Okay, so, then, what? I just spread this around the whole building, and then either Jackson or whoever's controlling him can't cross it?" Stiles asked and Deaton nodded, making Scott shrug, "Doesn't sound too hard." He said. 

"Not all there is...Think of it like gunpowder- it's just powder until a spark ignites it. You need to be that spark, Stiles." Deaton said, making Stiles's eyes widen, "If you mean light myself on fire, I don't think I'm up for that." He said, making Sawyer sigh and pinch the bridge of her nose. 

"Let me try a different analogy. I used to golf. I learned that the best golfers never swing before first imagining where they want the ball to go. They see it in their mind, and their mind takes over. It can be pretty extraordinary what the force of your own will can accomplish." 

"Force of will..." 

"Hey, this is going to work, Stiles, you have to believe it." 

"Mmhmm..." 

🦎 

"Hey, can't talk, gotta run..." Stiles and Sawyer said as they ran outside while their father was getting out of his car. "Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait- what's wrong?" Sawyer asked as she looked back at Stilinski, making him stop and shake his head slightly, "Nothing." He said and the twins furrowed their brows. 

"Where's your gun?" Stiles asked and their father sighed softly, "I left it at the station... along with my badge..." He said. "What?" Stiles and Sawyer both asked, " It's all right. You know what? We'll talk about this later." Stilinski said and started to walk off. 

"Dad." They both said, making him glance at them, "Don't worry about it." He said. "Dad!" They said, slightly louder this time, making their father stop and sigh, "It was decided that the kids of a police chief stealing police property and having a restraining order filed against them by one of the town's most respected attorneys did not reflect well on the county..." He said, making their eyes widen 

"They fired you?" Sawyer asked and Stilinski shook his head, shrugging slightly, "Nah. Look, it's- it's just a leave of absence. It's- it's temporary." He said and Stiles raised his eyebrows. "Did they say it was temporary, or...?" Stiles asked and Stilinski sighed, "Actually, no. You know, I- It's fine. Don't worry about it, though. Hey. We're going to be fine." He said before started to walk away. 

"Dad." Stiles and Sawyer said, making him stop again, "I don't get it... Why-why aren't you angry at us?" Sawyer asked and their father sighed softly and shook his head. "I don't know. Maybe I just don't want to feel any worse than I already do by having to yell at my kids..." Stilinski said before walking away. 

Stiles and Sawyer just stood there for a moment, as they looked at each other, guilt clear across their faces. 

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Stiles's Jeep swings around the corner and skids to a halt. He, Sawyer and Scott jumped out and moved to the back of the Jeep where two large bags of ash lie. "You guys okay?" Scott asked, making Stiles and Sawyer look at him, "Yeah, why?" They both asked. 

"You both just didn't say anything the whole way here..." Scott said and Stiles just shrugged, "No, we're fine. Just grab the other bag." He said. "I can't. Remember, Deaton said you have to do it alone." Scott said, making Stiles scoff, "Okay, this plan is really starting to suck." 

Scott took a deep breath before sighing and shaking his head, "No, no, no." He muttered before running off. "I can understand why Scott can't help me, but why can't you?" Stiles asked and Sawyer shrugged slightly, "Maybe because we don't know what I am yet." She said, making him dramatically groan before she walked away. 

A little while later, Sawyer was leaning against a pillar, glancing around at all the dancing people until Erica suddenly walked up to her. "Dance with me." Erica said, grabbing Sawyer's hands before pulling her to the dance floor making Sawyer glance around wide eyed. "I uh- I don't really dance... and we kinda have a mission right now." Sawyer said and Erica turned to her with raised eyebrows, "Didn't you dance with Lydia at the formal?" She asked and Sawyer sighed. 

"Yeah, and that's also the night Peter Hale bit me and attacked Lydia, so I don't exactly have the best luck with dancing." Sawyer said and Erica shrugged slightly. "You do now." She said before grabbing looping her fingers through Sawyer's belt loops and making her move her hips to the music with her. Sawyer took a deep breath, glancinc around awkwardly as Erica was really close to her before Erica spoke up again. 

"Would you mind if I tried something?" She asked, making Sawyer look at her for a moment before suckjng in a deep breath slightly. "What?" She asked in a slight whisper, subconsciously glancing down at Erica's lips. Erica leaned forward, pressing her lips against Sawyer's. Their lips moved in sync as Sawyer brought her hand up to cup the side of Erica's face. 

A moment later someone suddenly tapped their shoulders making them jump apart and turn to see Isaac giving them a look. "Stop dry humping each other and let's try this thing over with." He said, holding up the syringe before walking away. Erica started to follow while looking at Sawyer with a wink as she wiped off some of her smudged lipstick. 

Sawyer awkwardly licked her lips as she glanced around, shocked at what just happened. She shook her head slightly and wiped the lipstick off her lips before walking over to the storage room and quickly getting it ready. 

A little while later, Erica and Issac walked in, dragging an unconscious Jackson with them, making Sawyer's eyes widen. "Oh, damn..." She mumbled as they sat Jackson up onto a chair. A few minutes later, the door to the storage room opened making Erica and Isaac whip around, ready to attack. 

"Uh, no, no, no! Just me, it's just me. Don't freak." Stiles said as he walked in before looking at Jackson, "He looks dead. He okay?" He asked. "Well, let's find out." Isaac said, walking over to Jackson, whipping his claws out. He slashes down, but without moving his head or even opening his eyes, Jackson's hand instantly wraps around Isaac's, catching him by the wrist in mid-strike. 

Jackson squeezes Isaac's wrist until it takes him down to his knees making the other three's eyes widened, waiting for the worst. But Jackson's hand slowly relaxes and lets go of Isaac. 

"Okay, let's not try to slice open the sleeping murderous Kanima." Sawyer said, giving Isaac a look as he cradled his broken hand in pain, "I thought the ketamine was supposed to put him out." Isaac said and Stiles shrugged slightly. "Yeah, well, apparently, this is all we're going to get. So, let's just hope that whoever's controlling him just decided to show up tonight." Stiles said and all of the sudden Jackson's eyes snapped open. 

"I'm here. I'm right here with you." Jackson said in a distorted voice and Sawyer slowly walked forward and crouched down in front of him. "Jackson, is that you?" She asked, "Us. We're all here." Jackson said, making Sawyer look back at everyone else as Stiles crouched down next to her. "Are you the one killing people?" Stiles asked, "We are the ones killing murderers." Jackson said and Sawyer furrowed her brows.

"So, all the people you've killed so far-" She started to ask and Jackson cut her off slightly, "Deserved it." He said. "See, we got a little rule book that says you only go after murderers." Stiles said and Sawyer tilted her head slightly as she was positive that Jackson hadn't blinked once. "Anything can break if enough pressure's applied." Jackson said making Sawyer raise her eyebrows, "So, the people you're killing are all murderers, then?" She asked. 

"All. Each. Every one." 

"Well, who did they murder?" 

"Me." Jackson said making everyone look at him confused, "Wait, what? What do you mean?" Stiles asked "They murdered me. They murdered me." Jackson said making Stiles and Sawyer glanced back at Erica and Isaac. "Matt..." Sawyer heard someone whisper, making her furrow her brows slightly before she looked back at Jackson, only for her eyes to widen slightly. 

She lightly tapped her brother's arm, making him and the others look back at Jackson to see scales rapidly begin forming on his arms, skin changing texture right before their eyes. "Okay. All right, more ketamine. The man needs ketamine. Come on!" Stiles said and Issac held up the empty bottle of ketamine, "We don't have any more." He said, making Sawyer's eyes widened. "You used the whole bottle?!?" She asked incredulously. 

Jackson is now on his feet, mouth opening to reveal two rows of razor sharp teeth. Half in, half out of the transformation, Jackson's head snaps about, scales rippling up his neck. Eyes locked on the sight, Stiles's hand comes up to push at the others. "Um, okay, out! Everybody out!" Stiles said, pushing everyone out of the room. 

The door slams open and shuts just as quickly. Isaac, Erica, Sawyer and Stiles outside of the room now. "Okay, find something to move in front of the door." Stiles says and then all of the sudden the wall next to the door exploded outward. Jackson crashes through and is gone before the splinters hit the floor. 

Party over, people begin streaming out the door, heading for their cars. Stiles races from the crowd, his eyes immediately land on Derek approaching, "Hey, um, so, we kind of lost Jackson inside, but it's-" He says but then notices Isaac and Erica pausing on the warehouse side of the ash, not being able to pass. Isaac and Erica looked confused and slightly alarmed. 

"Oh, my God! It's working! Oh, this is- I did something!" Stiles says with a proud smile as he turns to look at all of them. All of the sudden Derek's widened as he glanced around. "Scott." Derek said in a slight whisper, "Break it." He said making Stiles look at him crazy. "What? No way." He said and Derek looked at him, "Scott's dying!" He said, making Sawyer and Stiles' eyes widen. 

"Okay, what? How do you know that?" Stiles said and Derek rolled his eyes, "Oh, my God, Stiles, I just know! Break it!" He said, making Stiles groan slightly. He crouched down before forcefully waving his hands over the mountain ash, breaking the line and a second later Derek ran past them.