The Younger Stilinski (Season 2)

Venomous

(**AN: this one is short and kinda sucks**)

I quickly run through the hallway to catch up with Scott and Stiles right when the bell rings. I might've left class a little early.

"It's a werejaguar from South America that goes after murderers."

"That thing was not a jaguar."

"Yeah, and I'm not exactly a murderer." I make myself known to the older boys, sticking my head in between them.

Scott looks at me. "Yeah, but you did see it kill somebody, which is probably why it tried to kill you. And it's still trying to kill you," I slow down, just staring at Scott as he keeps walking, "and it probably won't stop until you're dead."

"You know, sometimes I really begin to question this friendship." I do quotation marks when I say friendship. Stiles pats me on the shoulder and we walk after Scott.

*****

After class, we meet up with Allison and go to an empty room.

"Derek's out there waiting on Lydia."

Allison looks at Scott. "Waiting to kill her?"

"If he thinks she's the kanima, then yes, especially after what happened at the pool." Scott ends his sentence by looking at me. Before I could say anything, Stiles walks back over.

"It's not her."

"Stiles, she didn't pass the test, man. Nothing happened."

"No, it can't be her."

Allison rolls her eyes a little. "It doesn't matter, because Derek thinks it's her. So either we convince him that he's wrong, or we've got to figure out a way to protect her."

"Well, I really don't think he's gonna do anything here, not at school."

"What about after school? Okay, well... What if we can prove that Derek's wrong?"

"By 3:00?" Stiles and I ask at the same time.

"There could be something in the bestiary."

"Oh, you mean the 900-page book written in archaic Latin that none of us can read? Good luck with that." Stiles retorts, getting agitated.

"Actually, I think I know someone who might be able to translate it."

"Uh, I can talk to Derek, maybe convince him to give us a chance to prove that it's not her." Scott offers, "But if anything happens, you guys let me handle it, okay?"

"What does that mean?" Allison questions.

"It means you can't heal like I do. I just don't want you to get hurt."

Allison rolls her eyes and goes through her bag, taking out her crossbow. "I can protect myself. What? Did something else happen?" Allison sets down her bow. Stiles and I just watch, not knowing what to do.

"I just don't want you getting hurt. Seriously, if anything goes wrong, you call me, okay? I-I don't care if your dad finds out. Call, text, scream, yell, whatever. I'll hear you and I'll find you as fast as I can. We have until 3." Scott turns around toward the door and quickly turns back around, catching an arrow. I look beside me and my idiot brother has her crossbow and accidentally fired it.

"Ah..." Allison holds out her hand and he gives it to her. "Sorry. It's a sensitive trigger on that."

*****

After school, we practically drag Lydia and Jackson to Stiles' jeep while Scott's distracting Derek and we go to Scott's house.

"If we're studying at Scott's house, then where's Scott?" Lydia asks, getting more and more confused and frustrated.

"Meeting us here, I think." Stiles replies, "I hope." We get in and Stiles does all the locks on the door. He turns around and Lydia is just staring at him, waiting on an explanation. "Uh, there's been a few break-ins around the neighborhood." He then grabs a chair and puts it underneath the door handle. "And a murder. Yeah, it was bad." I sigh quietly, running my hand over my face.

"Lydia, follow me." Jackson says since he knows what we're doing, "I need to talk to you for a minute."

She sighs. "Seriously? What is going on with everyone?" She mumbles as she follows Jackson.

About 30 minutes later, I peek outside. "Uh, Stiles, Allison. We've gotta bit of a situation here."

"What?" Allison asks as they walk over.

"They're here." I look up at Allison, "You need to call Scott."

She nods and Stiles hands her his phone. "It's me...... You need to get here now. Right now."

"Oh, jeez," Stiles mumbles to himself as we just wait. He looks at Allison. "What are you doing?"

"I think--I think I have to call my dad."

"No, but if he finds you here--you and Scott---"

"I know. But what are we supposed to do? They're not here to scare us, okay? They're here to kill Lydia."

"I got an idea. Just shoot one of 'em."

"Are you serious?"

"We told Scott we could protect ourselves, so let's do it. Or at least give it a shot, right?"

"Okay."

"Look, they don't think we're gonna fight, so if one of them gets hit, I guarantee they'll take off. So just shoot one of 'em."

"Which one?"

"Uh...Derek. Yeah, shoot him, preferably in the head."

"If Scott was able to catch an arrow, Derek definitely can."

"Okay, uh, just shoot one of the other three then."

"You mean two."

"No, I mean three." We both look outside. "Where the hell is Isacc?" Allison backs up a little and gets ready to shoot when she's attacked from behind by Isaac. He knocks her down and knocks Stiles down as well. I back up quickly before he can touch me. Scott finally shows up after several minutes and tosses Erica and Isaac out in front of Derek. We all four walk out onto the porch.

"I think I'm finally getting why you keep refusing me, Scott. You're not an omega. You're already an alpha of your own pack." Derek starts smiling, "But you know you can't beat me."

"I can hold you off until the cops get here." We start to hear sirens in the distance and Derek's smile fades away. We hear hissing and footsteps on the roof. We get off the porch and onto the grass so we can look. Stiles makes sure I'm behind him when we stop as we see the Kanima crawling on the roof. It hisses at us and runs off.

Derek looks at his two betas on the ground. "Get them out of here." He orders Boyd. Nobody says anything and Lydia comes stomping onto the porch.

"Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?!"

"It's Jackson." I hear Scott whisper.