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THEY WERE INSIDE STILES'S JEEP, FOLLOWING DEREK WHO WAS FOLLOWING JACKSON.

"Am I the only one who thinks we had enough action for the rest of our lives?" Asked Amelia, and she took their silence as a yes. "I just I still can't believe it's him."

No one could. They just... go with it.

Stiles parked, noticing that he couldn't pass with the jeep any longer.

"What now?"

But Scott was already outside, running with his hands and feet towards where Derek and Jackson in his Kanima version went.

"Are you gonna follow him?" Stiles asked but she shook her head. "Amelia Sealgair missing the opportunity of going hunting and using her tranquilizer arrow? Are my eyes tricking my mind?"

Amelia chuckled before approaching her boyfriend, kissing him softly on the lips before looking in front again, smiling.

"I was just thinking..." she said before looking at him... "about this thing that Lizzie asked me."

"What thing?" Stiles asked her and she chuckled.

"She asked me if we love each other."

The tension could be cut with a knife. Amelia regretted saying anything, as if what she said was wrong.

But it wasn't... she just felt like it was.

For a few minutes they remained in silence, and she figured that neither of them was ready to say the words. I mean, they've been dating for a little longer than two months, and she just made everything uncomfortable.

"Something's wrong."

"What? No!" Defended Stiles. "Nothing's wrong, everything's fine. Please don't break up with me."

"I meant with Scott! Let's go!"

After a few minutes walking in complete silence, they found the werewolf watching over the door of a nightclub, and they decided to approach him.

As soon as Stiles touched his back, Scott jumped, being scared by the guy.

"Wait, wait, sorry. I'm sorry," started apologizing Stiles to his best friend.

"Did you see where it went?" Amelia asked the werewolf referring to Jackson... or the kanima, right.

"I lost him," admitted Scott as he breathed out. "Can you smell him?"

"No, I don't think so," she told Scott. "Wait... what? You couldn't catch a scent either?"

She blamed it on the chloride of the pool the other night, getting in her smelling abilities. But, why Scott didn't catch a scent? That didn't make sense.

Scott looked at her. "I don't think he has one."

The girl put her hair on a high ponytail, thinking about how hard was going to catch something she couldn't smell or hear walk.

"Alright, any clue where he's going?" Stiles asked Scott.

"To kill someone." Amelia blinked a few times, looking at the guy as she turned her head abruptly towards Scott.

They already knew that, they needed a literal place.

"Ah!" Exclaimed Stiles, who apparently thought the same thing she did. "That explains the claws and the fangs, and all that. Good. Makes perfect sense now." Scott liked at Stiles seriously before rolling his eyes. "What? Scott, come on. I'm a hundred-and-forty-seven pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense."

Well, he didn't lie. If things weren't awkward between them, she would high-five him.

Who was she kidding? She lifted her palm and Stiles glanced at it before hive-fiving her, looking at Scott again.

"Just... help me find it."

"Not 'it'," Amelia corrected quickly, "Jackson."

"Yeah, I know, I know," murmured Scott.

"Alright, but does he know that?" Stiles asked. "Did anyone else see him back at your house?"

Scott seemed to think about it for a few seconds before replying to his best friends question in a quiet whisper. "I mean, I don't know."

"Is there any case scenario where you know something?" Amelia snapped. "I swear to God I've heard you say more time I don't know than I've heard Stiles say something sarcastic."

And it was true. Normally, Scott would enter completely clueless into a situation, not knowing what was going on. Sometimes, Amelia would appear to help him and he would act like he knew she was there when in fact he had no freaking clue.

"I just, I don't understand, he already passed Derek's test anyway."

"Yeah, but that's the thing. How did he pass the test?" Questioned Stiles.

"Are we seriously trusting our outcomes in Derek's wisdom in reptiles?" Amelia asked as she raised her eyebrows. "Hello? It's Derek! I'm sixty-percent sure that he didn't even finish high school. There's gotta be something wrong with that test."

"Maybe it's like an either/or thing," mentioned Stiles, making Amelia and Scott look at him. "I mean, Derek said that a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom, right?" He paused for two seconds before continuing. "When's the Kanima not the Kanima?"

Scott looked to the side in a mysterious way, and when he took too long to answer, Amelia decided to do it herself.

"When it's Jackson." Scott looked at her abruptly.

"I was gonna—"

"Too bad." She looked over to Stiles, who was stepping backwards slowly, moving his arms towards them. "Stiles?"

Amelia and Scott stepped back, the three looking up towards one of the windows in the building, where a tail could be visible.

"He's inside," said Scott.

"What's he gonna do in there?" Asked Stiles in confusion.

"It's a club, maybe he wants to shake his tail a while," joked Amelia, making only Stiles scoff. Worth it.

Scott looked down towards the door. "I know who he's after."

"After Amelia for that bad joke?" Questioned Stiles making Amelia roll her eyes before looking towards where Scott was staring, her smile slowly fading away.

Danny.

• • •

Stiles tried to open the door towards the back of the club. Amelia disassembled her bow, putting it inside her bag before letting lose of her hair, catching Scott's attention.

"What? We're going to a club. I don't want them to think I'm a weird chick with a bow and a military look." Scott rolled his eyes.

Stiles looked around after he couldn't open the door. "Maybe theres, like... like a window we could climb through... or some kind of..." Scott handed Stiles the doorknob after he pulled it out, opening widely the metal door... "handle that we could rip off with supernatural strength. How did I not think of that one?"

Amelia chuckled. "Let's go. I feel like dancing."

The girl quickly follow Scott inside, the music filling her ears

As soon as the three looked at what was in the inside, Amelia exhaled.

"Well, doesn't matter what I wear... these guys won't care."

It was a gay club. Why she didn't see that one coming?

"Dude, everyone in here's a dude!" Exclaimed Scott, and she forgot that he was mentally slower than the average human being. "I think we're in a gay club."

Scott and Amelia turned around to look at Stiles being surrounded by three drag queens, making Amelia scoff before chuckling a bit.

"Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh, Scott?"

• • •

"Three beers," asked Scott to the bartender as the three arrived to the bar, Stiles more excited than the other two since he could actually get drunk.

"IDs?"

Amelia looked in her purse before taking her identification, leaving it on the counter.

The guy picked them up and stared at them for a few seconds before chuckling

"How about three Cokes?"

Well, they tried.

"Rum and Coke? Sure!" Amelia rolled her eyes before looking towards the dancers, trying to find the creature they were looking for in the first place. She felt as her boyfriend started moving his head to the rhythm of the music. "Coke's fine, actually. I'm driving anyway."

Another bartender, this one shirtless, approached the three and handled them their drinks before looking at Scott.

"That one's paid for," said the man before nodding his head over another guy at the bar.

The guy lifted his beer like in cheers towards Scott, making the werewolf smile mockingly towards his two best friends, who look at him seriously.

"Oh, shut up," told him Stiles as he went to grab his glass.

"I didn't say anything," Scott defended himself.

"Yeah, well, your face did."

The three turned around. Amelia held her glass with two hands and drank from the pink straw as she looked over all the hot guys dancing.

"Hey," said Stiles next to her, making her look at him. "Look for fangs and scales not abs and pecs."

"Oh come on! I'm literally invisible here! I could be naked and playing lacrosse and still nobody would even flinch. Probably someone would hand me over a coat, that's all."

She drank again from the straw. Stiles thought she looked adorable as she did that, the way she held the glass with her two hands as if she couldn't hold it just with one.

Who would know by just glancing at her that she could kill in less that five seconds...

"Hey! I found Danny," announced Stiles as he put his Coke down.

"I found Jackson," mumbled Scott, staring at the ceiling.

The three stared at the ceiling as they watched the Kanima/Jackson, walking on it like gravity was not a thing, stopping just on top of Danny, ready to jump.

Scott looked over to Amelia. "Get Danny."

"What are you gonna do?" She asked him as he looked at the ceiling again before letting out his class.

"Works for me," said Stiles as him and Amelia started to look for Danny on the dance floor. "Danny!"

They tried to pass through all the guys, but as Amelia said: she was indeed invisible. After being hit several times, she decided to start using strength, so she grabbed Stiles and dragged him across the dance floor by pushing guys aside, walking towards Danny.

A cloud of artificial smoke clouded the dance floor, making it impossible to Amelia to focus on finding Danny.

It was like all the lights, movements and the smoke were clouding her vision. And she knew it had to be with Scott's powers, passing through her.

Glad to know the connection was still strong.

As they arrived towards Danny, she felt Stiles's arm across her chest, stopping her from moving forward as they saw Danny and other guys laying on the floor, paralyzed.

"Stiles... Derek is here."

She could smell him.

People started screaming when they realized there was people on the floor and Amelia proceeded to look for her bow.

"Where's Jackson?"

"I don't know... and I don't know where Scott is either."

The girl started smelling, trying to find Scott. As soon as she got a scent, she grabbed Stiles's hand and dragged him towards the outside of the club, towards the parking lot.

As soon as they arrived, they saw Scott kneeling down next to the unconscious body of Jackson as he was bleeding out, making the girl scoff.

"What do we do with him now?"

• • •

They arrived to the front of the club and saw Danny being pushed in a bed towards the ambulance. They were quick to stand next to him, Scott having this worried look in his eyes.

"Danny," he called him.

"McCall, Amelia... what are you doing here?"

"Just, uhm..." the girl looked up towards Scott before looking at the guy. "Seeing if you're okay. And, you know, wondering if anything weird happened to you today... besides being paralyzed from the neck down."

"Sorry, but we need to get him to the hospital."

"One more question, just one," told him Scott before looking at Danny. "Are you okay?"

"Did it happen to my ex, too?"

Amelia chuckled before looking towards another ambulance, noticing the guy being given oxygen as he was paralyzed.

"Yeah," told him Scott.

"Then I'm great."

Amelia pat him slowly in the shoulder, even though he couldn't feel it, before walking towards the jeep with Scott, where Stiles was.

"Couldn't get anything out of Danny," Scott let Stiles know as the girl watched them through the window.

"Okay... Amelia can you just get in so we can get the hell out of here become if one of my dad's deputies sees me?"

Amelia was about to open the door to the Jeep when a police patrol parked in front of them, making her exhale.

"Oh, my God. Oh my God! Could this get any worse?" Stiles exclaimed before Jackson started groaning, making the guy turn up quickly. "That was rhetorical!"

"Get rid of him," Scott told Stiles pointing at the car of the Sheriff.

"Get rid of him? We're at a crime scene and he's the sheriff!"

"Do something!"

Stiles moved abruptly before getting out of the car, walking next to Amelia towards his dad, who did not look happy.

Amelia really wanted to see with what excuse Stiles comes up now.

"What are you doing here?" His father asked both of them, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"What do you mean what am I doing here? What? It's a club!" Stiles defended. "It's a club, we were clubbing, you know? At the club."

The sheriff looked at the building before looking at Stiles. "Not exactly your type of club."

"Uh..." Stiles started, looking over Amelia before looking at his dad. "Well, Dad, there's a conversation that—"

"You're not gay."

Stiles seemed offended by that interruption, as he looked over to his girlfriend before looking at his dad.

"I could be!"

"You have a girlfriend." Amelia waved with a smile. "And not dressed like that."

Stiles looked at his outfit, and yeah, he looked like he just got out of bed and put on the first gray thing he could find.

Before the Sheriff could walk away, Amelia and Stiles stopped him quickly, knowing that he could not see Jackson inside of Scott's jeep or it would be pretty badly.

"This is the second crime scene that you two just happened to have shown up on," the sheriff told them and Amelia smiled nervously. "And at this point, I've been fed so many lies, I'm not sure I know the kid standing in front of me. Now what the hell is going on?"

Amelia seriously thought of walking away, but decided to stay, holding her boyfriend's hand as he received his dad's yelling.

"Dad, I—"

"The truth, Stiles!" His dad demanded.

"The truth, alright..."

Amelia looked over to Scott before sighing, talking for her boyfriend.

"The truth is that we were here with Danny," spoke Amelia, making Stiles look at her, surprised. "Yeah, he just broke up with his boyfriend, so, you know, we were just trying to take him out and get his mind off things. That's it..."

The sheriff looked towards his son and he nodded, like he was acknowledging what Amelia said.

The sheriff nodded slowly. "Well, that's really good of you guys. You're good friends."

Stiles patted his dad's arm before they walked away towards the jeep.

• • •

"What about your house?" Stiles asked Scott.

"Not with my mom there."

She was really uncomfortable. Due to the fact that Jackson was occupying the whole backseat, she had to seat down in the front with Stiles and Scott, sharing the seat with the werewolf as he was tossed against the window.

"We need to take him somewhere where we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him or long enough to convince him he's dangerous."

"I still say we just kill him," commented Amelia.

"We're not killing him," argued Scott towards her, making her sigh.

"I got an idea," announced Stiles with a smile, making her girlfriend look at him.

"Does it involve breaking the law?" Scott questioned, making Amelia even more excited.

"By now, don't you think that's a given?" Snapped Stiles as he kept driving, making Amelia chuckle.

"I was just trying to be optimistic."

"Don't bother," told him Amelia. "By the way, I'm buying you a new cologne. Something that can cover the smell of wet dog..."