Stiles Stilinski x Reader. (Rewrite of the series: season 2)

Chapter 17*

(Your POV)

Scott had joined us at the preserve, we had driven a fair amount from the place with the phone. "If Jackson doesn't remember being the Kanima, he's definitely not gonna remember stealing Danny's tablet." Scott says, sighing.

"Why would he steal the thing if he doesn't even know what's on it?" Stiles asks. "What if someone else took it?" I suggest, making them look at me. "Then somebody else knows what he is." Stiles says, his eyebrows raised. "Uh, which could mean someone's protecting him." Scott then adds, making us all nod.

"Like the Bestiary says, 'The Kanima seeks a friend,' right?" Allison chimes in. "Okay, hold on-- so, somebody watches Jackson make a video of himself turning into the Kanima, and then just erases part of it so he wouldn't know? I mean, who would do that?" Stiles asks, making me shrug.

"Somebody who wanted to protect him?" I ask, not sure myself. "There's something else. You said the only thing you found online about the Kanima is that it goes after murderers. What if that's actually true?" Scott asks, making Stiles shake his head.

"No, it can't be. It tried to kill all of us, remember? I don't know about you three, but I haven't murdered anybody lately." Stiles says, looking at the three of us. "But I... I don't think that it was actually trying to kill us. Remember when we were at Isaac's the first time, it just went right by us, didn't it?" Scott asks.

"You're right-- it just ran off." Allison says, making me scoff. "And it didn't kill you in the mechanic's garage." Scott says, looking at Stiles. "It did try to kill us..." I say, pointing at Stiles and then myself. "yeah... it tried to kill us in the pool." Stiles says, frowning at his friend.

"Did it...?" Scott asks, making me frown. "It sure felt like it while I was laying on the bottom of the pool..." I say. "she's right. It would've. It was waiting for us to come out." Stiles says, taking my side. "What if it was trying to keep you in?" Scott then asks, making me frown again. "Why do I feel so violated all of a sudden?" Stiles groans, making me roll my eyes at him.

"Because there's something else going on. We don't know what it is. We don't know anything about what's going on with Jackson, or why someone's protecting him..." Scott says. ""Know thy enemy." Allison mutters, making us all look at her confused. "Just something my grandfather said..." Allison says.

"All right, I got it-- kill Jackson! Problem solved." Stiles says, now looking at me and nodding his head. "He risked his life for us, against Peter. You remember that?" Scott asks, making me sigh. "Yes, but what did we just find out? He got the bite from Derek. It's funny how he just got exactly what he wanted by supposedly risking his life for us. It's funny." Stiles exclaims.

"Yeah. It doesn't mean he's not still worth saving." Scott says, making me sigh and nod in agreement. "Ok... he's still a jackass though." I say frowning. "It's always something with him, though." Stiles whines. "He doesn't know what he's doing." Scott explains.

"So what?" Stiles asks, narrowing his eyes at Scott. "So, I didn't either. You remember when I almost killed you and Jackson? I had someone to stop me. He has nobody." He says, looking at me when he mentions the someone. "That's his own fault." Stiles says. "Doesn't matter. If we can save him, we should try." Scott says, making everyone sigh.

...

I'm standing next to the car, staring at my phone. Scott and Allison had walked away from Stiles and I, so they could talk in private. Stiles is in the front seat of the van, figuring something out about the radio.

I look over at Scott and decide to listen in to their conversation. "How did your dad know where to be last night? He was there in the alley-- him and Gerard." Scott asks. "They have people. Guys who monitor every camera in town. ATMs, traffic cameras... have you see the ones they put up in school?" Allison asks, making my eyebrows shoot up. Great...security camera's in school now, can't get away with anything anymore.