"What good is power when you're too wise to use it?"

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"If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing, then he probably doesn't know someone's controlling him," Allison explains over the phone. She places the phone down on her desk, in between herself and Isabel.

"Or he doesn't remember..." Scott trails off.

"What if it's the same kind of thing that happened with Izzy when she took off from the hospital those times?" Stiles speaks, the sound of his voice sends jolts down her spine.

"A fugue state." Isabel corrects, she can hear Stiles panic on the other end as she talks.

"He'd have to forget everything. The murder," Scott continues

"Getting rid of the blood," Allison adds.

"This is literally what happened with me and Peter." Isabel sighs.

"Yeah," Stiles agrees, "He had help with one thing, though - the video. And someone else helped him forget that."

"Whoever's controlling him." Scott finalizes.

"Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?" Allison asks, sceptically.

"It's like Izzy said. It's exactly like what happened to her last year. Isabel had no clue what had happened while Peter was controlling her. Jackson thinks he's still becoming a Werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing." Stiles explains.

"So, do we try and convince him he's not?" Allison questions, pacing back and forth.

"If it helps us find out who's controlling him, then yeah." Stiles breathes out.

"Do you think he'll talk to us after what we did?" Allison asks, biting her nails anxiously.

"What you guys did." Isabel corrects, rolling her eyes and pulling Allison's hand away from her mouth to stop her biting.

"It's us! He'll talk to us, right?" Scott says enthusiastically, only for himself and Stiles receive a restraining order, served by Jackson's father.

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Allison and Isabel enter the school's library, moving over to where Scott and Stiles were and standing on the other side of the bookcase. Now that Gerard had installed cameras everywhere, it was harder for Allison and Scott to communicate.

Isabel sneakily passes along Allison's tablet containing the translated pages of the beastiary through the gap in the bookcase. Stiles watches the girl longingly, desperate to try and fix his mistake.

"This is everything I can translate. I got Lydia to help me but she was very confused." Isabel explains quietly, pretending to look through a book with Allison.

"Isabel, thank you. What'd you tell her?" Scott asks, taking the tablet and reading through it with Stiles.

"That we were part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures," Isabel tells Scott, amused grin on her face. Allison and Scott share a look and quietly laugh.

"I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." Stiles earnestly speaks, causing the three others to look at him.

"O-oh. Great." Isabel awkwardly responds, not meeting his eyes.

"Okay, does it say how to find out who's controlling him?" Scott asks, changing the subject.

"Not really, but Stiles was right about the murderers," Allison responds.

"Yes!" Stiles exclaims, before quickly playing it off as people around the library look at him annoyed.

"It calls the Kanima a "weapon of vengeance." There's a story in there about this South American priest who uses the Kanima to execute murderers in his village-" Isabel explains.

"All right, see? So, maybe it's not all that bad." Stiles interrupts. Isabel gives him an annoyed look.

"Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to." She finishes, causing Stiles' face to drop.

"All bad. All very, very bad." He mumbles.

"Here's the thing, though. The Kanima's actually supposed to be a Werewolf, but it can't be," Allison begins to say.

"Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it." Scott reads from the passage Isabel translated.

"Okay, if that means that Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could've told you that myself." Stiles sighs.

What if... it has something to do with his parents? His real parents?" Allison theorizes.

"Yeah, does anybody actually know what happened to them?" Scott asks, before all three turn to look at Isabel. She looks around at the three confused.

"I don't." She answers. "Lydia might."

"What if she doesn't know anything?"

"Well, he doesn't have a restraining order against us," Allison comments, motioning between herself and Isabel. "So we can talk to him ourselves."

"Okay, what do I do?" Scott asks.

"You have a make-up exam, remember?" Allison reminds him.

"Promise me - if he does anything, you both run the other way," Scott begs, looking between the two, his eyes finally landing on Allison. Allison sees this and shakes her head.

"I can take care of myself." Allison determinedly states. Isabel looks between the two and shrugs.

"And, I don't mean to toot my own horn but, I kinda have magic powers." Isabel sheepishly smiles as the three turn to look at her. Stiles grins as he looks at her while Scott sighs.

"Guys, if you get hurt while I'm busy with some stupid test, someone's going to need to take care of me. If he does anything-" Scott huffs.

"Like?" Allison interjects, eyebrows raises and her arms crossed.

"Anything weird, or bizarre - anything." Scott lists, frustrated.

"Anything evil!" Stiles interrupts, sticking his head through the gap of the bookcase. Isabel frowns and pushes his head back out of the gap. "Ah! Ow! Izzy!"

Allison and Isabel silently follow behind Jackson, hiding behind the corner as he pauses before entering the boy's locker room. Allison motions for Isabel to follow, the two girls holding their heels in their hands so that Jackson couldn't hear them following. Isabel reaches out to open the door, only to jump back as someone exits at the same time. Matt exits the room, jumping at the sight of the two girls.

"Oh, you just scared the hell out of me!" Matt exclaims, holding his chest to catch his breath.

"Sorry, I wa-I was just, um, I was - uh - we were...nothing?" Isabel stumbles, trying to catch her breath as Allison tries to hold in her laugh.

"Ah, that's a - Nice heels." He compliments, motioning to their hands.

Allison and Isabel look between each other before noticing the shoes in their hands still.

"Oh! Yeah, uh, our feet were hurting, so," Isabel lies, quickly putting the shoes back on as Allison follows her lead.

"Same reason I never wear mine." Matt jokes.

Allison looks at him confused while Isabel laughs. He smiles as Isabel giggles at his joke, his heart beating quickly against his chest.

Isabel turns her head slightly to Allison, motioning for her to go into the locker room while she distracts Matt. Allison gives Matt a sheepish smile and steps around him, before silently sneaking into the locker room where she hears Jackson groaning in pain.

"Hey, did you hear about the underground show? Apparently, they've got some big-name spinning." Matt asks the ginger girl.

"Oh, you mean, like, a rave?" She asks, confused.

"Oh, is it still a rave if you don't roll?" He jokes, and Isabel gives a small giggle at his words. "I just call it a party. But hey, I got a friend who can hook us up with tickets if you're down. Want me to get you one?" He questions, praying she says yes.

"Yeah. Yeah, great." Isabel agrees, hearing the sounds of Allison breathing heavily and her heart racing. Matt looks at the girl surprised.

"Yeah? All right, cool. Um, it's Friday, so... Looking forward to it." Matt grins, Isabel finally returns her attention to Matt and nods.

"Yeah." She smiles, watching as Matt leaves before quickly rushing into the locker room.

Jackson stands threateningly over Allison, his body completely naked and dripping water.

"I just - I just hope your dad has been teaching you moves to protect yourself." He teases the huntress.

She glances over at Isabel, anger forming on the were-witches face, the chaos builds in her body as she watches Jackson tower over Allison's body

"Actually, he has." Allison angrily snaps, grabbing Jackson's arm and twisting it back.

Isabel runs up behind and pulls Jackson down onto the ground, his body falling on top of hers in the commotion. Allison is about to throw him aside when Jackson looks between the girls confused, looking down to see he is naked on top of Isabel, and quickly scrambles away.

"Isabel?! Allison?! What are you doing here?!" He asks, completely baffled.

Allison and Isabel share confused looks. Scott storms in, eyes snapping around the room and putting the information together as Jackson quickly pulls on some of his shorts.

"We're fine. We're fine. Scott, We're fine! Scott!" Allison shouts as Scott runs forward and attacks Jackson, pushing him back into the lockers which collapse under the weight.

Isabel quickly gets up and grabs Allison, pulling her aside and out of the way.

"I HAVE A RESTRAINING ORDER!" Jackson screams, vein-popping on his head in anger as he lays against the fallen lockers. Scott breathes heavily as he glares at Jackson.

"Trust me, I restrained myself." Scott snarks.

Jackson quickly gets back up and knocks Scott back against the wall, before grabbing his T-shirt and throwing him across the room; toward the showers. Before Scott can get back up, Jackson has picked him back up and pushed him against the wall, knocking one of the shower heads off.

Scott grabs Jackson's head and slams it against his own, causing Jackson to fall onto his back in pain. Scott reaches down, but Jackson knocks him back with his feet. Scott hits the wall hard, causing cracks to form where his body hit.

Jackson angrily walks off, but Scott jumps over the wall separating the showers to the changing room and kicks Jackson's back with his feet, crashing down against the floor. Jackson breathes heavily as he looks to his side, spotting a 45lb weight on the floor. He scurries over, picking up the weight with ease as he hurtles it at Scott.

Scott grabs the weight before it can hit his chest, the weight pulling his arms back over his head. He manages to stop the weight, but Jackson kicks it against Scott's stomach, breaking the weight in half. Jackson grabs Scott and throws his body against one of the sinks. It shatters and causes a leak in the room as the pipe is left uncovered.

Down the hall, Stiles follows after Erica quickly, trying to get her to stop walking.

"You can't tell Derek, okay? There's a lot more that you don't know about... And just because you got the Alpha-Bite-Makeover doesn't give you a license to go around destroying people." Stiles begs.

"Why not? That's all anybody ever used to do to me." Erica coldly snaps before finally stopping. "I used to have the worst crush in the world on you. Yeah, you, Stiles. And you never once even noticed me." Stiles' eyes flicker down to the floor. "Exactly how you're not noticing me right now." Erica angrily speaks as Stiles ignores her, looking over to see water cascading out of the locker room.

Jackson throws Scott into the hallway, Isabel desperately trying to pull them apart as Allison watches in fear. Stiles' eyes widen as he watches the scene, seeing how close Isabel was to the fight panicked him and he immediately pushes forward to the girl.

"Izzy!" Stiles shouts, trying to get her attention, but she's too caught up trying to keep Scott safe.

"Because of her," Erica whispers to herself sadly, watching as Stiles rushes in to pull Isabel away from the fighting boys.

Erica follows after Stiles, pulling Jackson away from Scott, just as Allison holds onto Scott's torso and pulls him back too. Jackson tries to break free from Erica but she holds him back, Scott attempts to do the same but realises Allison is the one holding him and swallows his anger before he can hurt her. Mr. Harris enters the hallway, looking between the group in anger and utter disbelief.

"What the hell's going on?" He shouts, noticing Jackson still trying to go for Scott. "Hey! Enough! Enough!"

Matt follows behind Mr. Harris noticing a tablet on the ground and picks it up, wiping the water off of the screen as he unlocks it.

"What do you idiots think you're doing? Jackson! Calm down! Mr. McCall, you wanna explain yourself?" He angrily questions.

Matt quickly checks that no one is watching him as he sends the document left open on the tablet to himself.

"Stilinski!" He shouts.

Stiles looks up innocently from where he held Isabel tightly, her clothes damp from the water spilled due to the sink being thrown off of the wall. Isabel breathes heavily against Stiles' chest as she quickly looks over Scott and Allison to make sure they were unscathed.

"You dropped this." Matt speaks up, holding the tablet out.

Mr. Harris snatches the tablet and uses it to point at the students in front of him.

"You, and you." Mr Harris points at Scott and Jackson before slowly looking around the familiar faces of the group and shakes his head. "Actually, all of you - detention. Three o'clock." He demands before leaving without another word.

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"Busy after school?" Lydia turns around to see the boy from the guidance counsellor's office standing next to her at her locker.

"Always." She falsely smiles, looking at him suspiciously.

Isabel had told her that he had brought Prada back, and also about how he tried to kiss her.

"Well, unbusy yourself. I need you to do me a favour. I wanna talk to you and Isabel. Actually, I want to show you both something." Lydia shakes her head and frowns at the boy.

"What's with the slightly rape-y language..." She trails off. "Why can't you just ask her yourself?"

"Just, do it, please. And tell her to bring the flower!" He shouts, leaving down the hallway. Lydia frowns again as he runs off.

"What flower? And where?" She mumbles to herself before huffing and leaving to find Isabel.