"The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence; not in silence, but restraint."

♰ ♰ ♰

Erica, Stiles, and Scott sit at the table opposite Isabel, Allison, and Matt. Jackson takes a seat at the latter table and looks over to Scott and Stiles.

"Oh, uh, we can't be in detention together. I have a restraining order against these tools." Jackson tells Mr. Harris. Stiles and Scott look at the teen annoyed.

"All of these tools?" Mr. Harris asks, turning to the rest of the students in detention.

"No, just us tools..." Stiles tiredly answers, pointing to Scott.

"Fine. You two, over there." Mr. Harris sighs, motioning to the table further away.

Jackson smugly watches as Scott and Stiles move to a further away table, leaving Erica sat alone.

"I'm gonna kill him," Scott mumbles to Stiles.

"No, you're not. You're going to find out who's controlling him and then you're gonna help save him." Stiles corrects. Scott shakes his head, his glare fixed on Jackson.

"No, you were right - let's kill him." Scott seethes.

"Oh, no." Stiles sighs as Scott cracks his neck.

Matt opens the document he sent himself from Allison's tablet and zooms in on the translation on the side. He frowns as he reads the passage.

"Kanima?" He mumbles, before noticing Allison watching him suspiciously.

Matt quickly puts his tablet away and starts a conversation with Isabel. Stiles watches as Matt and Isabel talk and frowns as Isabel laughs at his jokes.

"Hey, what if it's Matt? I mean, this whole thing comes back to the video, right?" Stiles theorizes.

"Danny said that Matt was the one who found the two hours of footage missing." Scott frowns.

"Exactly! He's trying to throw suspicion off himself." Stiles mumbles, eyes glued to the guy trying to steal his girl.

"So, he makes Jackson kill Isaac's dad, one of Argent's Hunters, and the mechanic working on your Jeep...?" Scott asks, confused.

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"Because he's evil." Stiles decides.

"You just don't like him because he likes Izzy." Scott sighs, looking over to where Stiles was looking.

"The guy bugs me. Just look at his face! Plus, she's mine! I called dibs - in third grade!" Stiles exclaims while Scott watches him humorously.

"Any other theories?" Scott asks, shaking his head as he watches Stiles clench his fists, eyes fixated on Matt and Isabel.

"You okay?" Matt asks Jackson as he holds his head in pain and stands up out of his seat in a rush.

"I have to go to the bathroom." Jackson rushes out.

"Are you all right? Hey, you don't look so good." Mr. Harris comments as Jackson passes him.

"I just need to get some water," Jackson tells him before rushing out.

Mr. Harris gets out of his seat and starts to follow before pausing and turning back to the students.

"No one leaves their seats." He demands before leaving.

Once the door is shut, Stiles and Scott scramble out of their seats and over to where Erica sat alone.

"Stiles says you know how Jackson's parents died," Scott whispers to the beta.

"Maybe." She smirks.

"Talk," Scott demands.

"It was a car accident. My dad was the insurance investigator, and every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting when he's eighteen." Erica explains.

"So, not only is Jackson rich now, but he's getting even richer at eighteen?" Stiles asks in disbelief.

"Yup," Erica confirms.

"There's something so deeply wrong with that." Stiles sighs as he shakes his head.

"You know what? I could try to find the insurance report in my dad's inbox. He keeps everything." She explains, pulling out her laptop and typing.

"Scott McCall, please report to the principal's office." Mrs. Argent's voice fills the room across the tannoy.

Allison and Isabel share a confused look as Scott looks back at Allison before leaving. After a few minutes, Jackson enters the room followed closely by Mr. Harris. He slowly makes his way back over to his seat next to Isabel, sweaty and pale.

"Jackson? You okay?" Isabel whispers worriedly.

Jackson takes a deep breath before meeting her eyes. All he gives is a small nod in response.

"Whoa, look at the dates," Stiles says as Erica manages pulls up the documents.

"Passengers arrived at the hospital DOA. The estimated time of death, 9:26 PM, June fourteenth, 1995." Erica reads to Stiles.

"Jackson's birthday is June fifteenth." Stiles breathes out as they share a look.

Mr. Harris zips up his bag and begins to leave. The group all start to collect their things and stand. Mr. Harris pauses and laughs, causing everyone to stop and look at the teacher confused.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry. Uh, yes, I'm leaving, but none of you are. You may go when you're done with the re-shelving." He smugly smiles. "Enjoy the rest of your evening."

Allison, Stiles, Scott, and Isabel stand around a book cart, grouped so they could talk quietly. Scott had seemed slightly disturbed as he returned from the principal's office, but it wasn't the time to ask.

"It means he was born after his mom died by c-section. They had to pull him out of her dead body." Stiles explains, having told the group about the time of death on the insurance sheets.

"So, was it an accident, or not?" Allison whispers.

"The word all over the report is 'inconclusive.'" Stiles tells the group.

"Then his parents could have been murdered?" Scott asks.

"If they were, then it falls in line with the Kanima myth, you know? It seeks out and kills murderers." Isabel breathes out, running her hands through her hair.

"But, for Jackson? Or the person controlling him?" Allison questions.

"We have to talk to him. We have to tell him." Scott insists, starting to move around to where Jackson last was.

"He's not gonna li-" Allison begins, but stops as Scott leaves.

Scott pauses around the corner as a book is left on the floor, almost like it was dropped. Scott slowly rounds the next corner, freezing as he spots Matt face-first on the floor, a single slice to the back of his neck.

Scott quickly moves down to help but is stopped by the Kanima jumping across the bookshelves above and smashing the overhead lights. Scott ducks down and covers his head as glass smashes above and falls down.

Erica roars in the next aisle, Isabel immediately feels the panic building in her chest.

"Erica!" Isabel shouts but is forced to the ground by Allison and Stiles as the Kanima jumps and smashes the lights above them.

Stiles covers Isabel, protecting her from the glass. Isabel's heart sinks as she hears Erica scream in the next aisle, the sound of her body dropping to the floor is all that is heard after.

Isabel watches as Jackson, covered in scales pushes Scott back against a book cart. She pushes out of Stiles' grip and pulls Scott back into the safety of the aisle with the others.

The four watch as Jackson stands in front of the chalkboard, chalk in hand as he writes on the board before climbing and jumping out of the library window.

Scott is first to stand, Isabel following close behind, not noticing her hand instinctively holding Stiles'. She reads the words on the board and feels her heart drop into her stomach.

Isabel turns on her feet as the familiar feeling of panic rushes through her chest. She quickly rushes over to where Erica lay on the floor, seizing. Stiles follows her gaze and quickly rushes behind her. The pair drop to the ground next to the wolf, Stiles looking up to get Allison and Scott's attention as Isabel holds Erica in her arms.

"Whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey! I think she's having a seizure!" Stiles panics, watching closely to make sure Erica doesn't lash out at Isabel. Scott rushes over to help, motioning for Allison to go and check on Matt.

"He's alive," Allison shouts to the group, Scott checks through the gap in the bookcase to make sure she was okay.

"Hey, we need to get her to a hospital." Isabel rushes out, feeling her breath getting caught in her throat and her chest closing in. Stiles watches her in concern.

"Derek... only to Derek..." Erica weakly tells the girl. Erica catches Isabel's eyes and she can tell she can feel it too.

"When we get her to the hospital-" Scott begins to tell Allison.

"To Derek... To Derek..." Erica interrupts, her hand grabbing onto Isabel's comfortingly.

"Go," Allison tells Scott.

Scott stares at her, unsure what to do before he runs around to Allison's side.

"Hey, Scott!" Stiles calls out in a panic, watching as the sweat beads on Isabel's forehead and her blinks become heavy.

"I'm staying here with you," Scott demands.

"They can't take her alone, not like this. And Matt - I've got to call an ambulance for him." Allison explains. "Just go."

"This doesn't feel right." Scott shakes his head.

"It's okay," Allison tells the boy.

"No, it's not. No, it's not right."

"It doesn't - it doesn't mean anything." Allison stammers.

"But it feels like it does," Scott whispers.

"Scott, go. Go." Allison demands.

"Okay." Scott agrees reluctantly, quickly placing a kiss on her head.

He moves back around to Erica, taking her out of Isabel's grip and standing. Stiles quickly pulls Isabel up, but she stumbles in his grip.

"Wha- what's going on?!" Stiles panics quietly, watching Isabel

. He pushes her hair out of her face and looks into her eyes for an explanation.

"I do- I don't know-" She whimpers out.

Stiles' heart drops as he watches her nose begin to bleed and shakes his head, heart racing as her eyes begin to roll into the back of her head.

"Is- Isabel!" He shouts, before quickly picking her up in his arms and following after Scott.

Derek had helped with her before, he just prayed he would be able to help her this time.

♰ ♰ ♰

"Hello?" Lydia shouts, her voice echoing around the empty house she found herself drawn to.

She holds her body close as she tries to gather warmth on her skin. She moves further into the house, confidence falling as she didn't have Isabel by her side.

"Hello?" She calls out again, before noticing a single wardrobe in the centre of the room.

"Over here." She hears, quickly turning at the sound of the voice behind her.

"Is this your house?" She asks the teen, who nods along.

"It was. I'll tell you all about it. But first... where's Isabel?"

"She's not here." Lydia sheepishly responds. "She has detention." She explains.

An annoyed look shows across his face before he quickly hides it.

"That's okay. But, since you didn't bring her, I'm going to need something from you." He grins, moving in closer to the small red-head.

Lydia's breath catches in her chest as he leans in, before connecting their lips. Lydia feels slightly guilty, knowing that he was making moves on Isabel too, but she couldn't help herself being drawn in.

She kisses him back, the two passionately making out. She pulls back after a moment, catching a glimpse in the reflection of the mirror on the wardrobe and freezing in horror, seeing Peter's burnt reflection in her arms.

She whimpers as she turns back to him, moving away. Her surroundings show the real truth, she stands in the dark, destroyed Hale house; no longer in the bright, white, house she had imagined. Her panicked breaths catch in her throat as she wills herself to look up at his face, eyes glossing. Peter's burnt face stares back at her.

"Is something wrong?" He asks, walking after her as she tries to back away.

Lydia backs up against the old Hale fireplace as she releases a scream of horror, dropping to the floor.

♰ ♰ ♰

Derek hears the three arrive and rushes out. He takes Erica from Scott and moves her into the train cart. Scott quickly checks on Isabel in Stiles' arms, hearing her heart still beating, and breathes a sigh of relief.

"Pull her up!" Derek calls out to Scott.

Scott rushes forward to where Derek was looking after Erica. Scott holds Erica against him as Derek sits over the girl.

"What about Isabel - is she dying?!" Stiles calls out, cradling the girl close to his body.

"I think she's managed to connect herself to Erica." Derek rushes out, checking over Erica's body.

"What? So is Erica dying?!" Stiles asks.

"She might," Derek reluctantly answers, before grabbing Erica's arm. "Which is why this is gonna hurt." He finishes, snapping Erica's wrist. Erica screams in pain and writhes against Scott's chest.

"You broke her arm!" Scott shouts at the Alpha.

Stiles looks down at Isabel in worry, even though she was unconscious he worried she would feel the same pain.

"It'll trigger the healing process," Derek explains. "For both of them."

He turns to Stiles momentarily, trying not to look at Isabel's limp body in his arms. He quickly returns his gaze onto the blonde wolf.

"I still gotta get the venom out. This is where it's really gonna hurt." He further snaps her wrist, the bone-breaking her skin and blood begins to seep out of the wound.

Erica screams and cries out in pain before they drift off into whimpers. She falls back into Scott's arms as she pants heavily.

She looks over at Isabel, worried - before her eyes involuntary shut as she passes out. Stiles stays with the two unconscious girls as Scott leaves to talk with Derek.

♰ ♰ ♰

"I'm so sorry, Lydia..." Peter starts as he takes a seat next to the red-head on the ground. Lydia looks ahead monotonously. "This would've been even better if you had managed to bring Isabel." He sighs in dissatisfaction before continuing.

"All of this must be terribly confusing. But, at least you know you're not actually crazy. Well, not completely. There's bound to be some residual effects, but you're a strong girl. Personally, I think that you're gonna pull through with a minimal amount of post-traumatic stress... and maybe, a few years of profoundly disturbing nightmares. I had a plan, you know... it was a good plan... But, if there's one thing that I've learned in life, it's to always have a backup. That would be you. Your immunity makes you a perfect Plan B. You wouldn't turn from the bite, you wouldn't die... But you would be able to do one very important thing. Do you know what that is, Lydia?" He asks. "Lydia!" He roars, causing Lydia to jump.

Her memories flash before her eyes, realizing everything had been a shared hallucination between herself and Isabel.

She looks to her side, seeing Peter was never there at all. She looks into her hand, seeing the purple flower Isabel had shown her. She frowns before realizing Peter had never given the flower to Isabel, it was all a hallucination.