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Lucia's POV

I was just laying in my hospital bed when I woke up to people talking. "If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing, then he probably doesn't know that someone's controlling him." Allison whispered. "Or he doesn't remember." Scott suggested and I noticed that someone was holding my hand. I looked up and saw Derek staring at me. "You're here." I whsipered, Derek nodded and leaned over me to kiss my forehead. "I'm not leaving you ever again. I promise." I smiled and noticed that the others had stopped talking. I looked back at them and Stiles rushed towards me, crushing me in a gigantic hug. I giggled and hugged him back, oddly my wounds didn't hurt that much anymore but I didn't feel as strong as I usually did. Allison was next as she gave me a hug and looked at me guiltily. "I am so sorry." She whispered so I hugged her again to show that it was okay. Next was Scott who pecked my lips before giving me a long warm hug.

"What if it's the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the hospital?" I interfered in their previous conversation. "A fugue state?" Allison asked as they all sat around my bed and I sat up. "He'd have to forget everything. The murder -" Scott thought and Allison continued his sentence. "Getting rid of the blood." She pointed out.

"Yeah, he had help with one thing tough - the video. And someone else helped him forget that." Stiles argued and I nodded."Whoever's controlling him." I said and they all looked at me. "How do you know all this?" Allison asked and I shrugged, your Grandfather was torturing me by talking. Allison sighed and I rubbed her arm. "Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?" Allison asked. "He thinks he's still becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing." Stiles scoffed and I chuckled. "So do we try and convince him he's not?" Allison asked, getting up. "If it helps us find out who's controlling him, then yeah." Scott also stood up and I stopped them. "I wanna come with you." I pleaded and Derek hesitated before helping me up. I looked down at my body and sighed "I think I might have go change." I croaked out and they all chuckled.

We secretly left the hospital and Scott came to Derek's house with us whilst Allison and Stiles drove to school. "Are you okay?" Scott asked and I nodded. "Why did he take you?" Derek asked, helping me out of the car and I stopped. "It doesn't matter." I tried to walk on my own but I was too weak, luckily Derek caught me before I fell. "Tell me." He demanded and I sighed as Scott awkwardly followed us.

"He thought you would come looking for me. He wants you dead." I whispered, letting go and walking into my room to get cleaned up and shower. "Can I shower?" I asked Derek through the door and he called back, "Yes but you have to be very careful." I could smell his worry so I decided to be extra careful, taking all of my clothes off before stepping into the shower, washing my hair, shaving and carefully scrubbing my face.

I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body and one around my hair before shakily leaving the bathroom. I wore something simple to cover my bruises that were very slowly healing. (Pic above or at the side)

I put my jewellery on before putting my beanie over my slightly curly hair.

I opened my bedroom door to find Scott sitting at the wall opposite of my door, sleeping. I giggled before sitting down in front of him, poking his cheek but he wouldn't wake up so I leaned in and pecked his cheek, still wouldn't wake up so I kissed him and of course he then woke up. I laughed and stood back up with his help. He put his arm around me to help me get down the stairs. At the last step I could see Isaac talking to Derek.

Isaac saw me and rushed towards me, giving me a huge hug to which he got a glare from my boyfriend. Isaac raised his hands and turned to talk to Derek again but Derek was already at my side, helping me out of the loft and to the car. "I'm picking you up after school. Ok?" He asked me and I laughed before nodding.

We walked into school and Allison joined us with Stiles. "Do you think he'll talk to us after what we did?" Allison asked and I shrugged. "Yeah, it's us. He'll talk to us. Right?" We all stopped when the Sheriff stood in front of us. "You will not go within 50 feet of Jackson Whittemore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically." He demanded and I sighed. "What about school?" Stiles asked and I rose my eyebrows at my uncle.

"You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a 50 - foot distance." The sheriff explained and I got bored so I walked away to Melissa. "Hi." I smiled, leaning against a wall and she looked at me with tired eyes. "Are you okay?" I asked and she nodded but when Scott joined us she went all cold. "Although, a restraining order is a new low that I didn't think that you would reach quite this soon. It's everything on top of it. The completely bizarre behavior, the late nights coming home, having to beg Mr. Harris for you to make up that chemistry test that you missed." She told him off. "I missed a chemistry test?" He asked and I rolled my eyes. "Really, Scott? Really? I have to ground you. I am grounding you. You are grounded." Melissa waved her arms about as Stiles also joined us. "What about work?" Scott asked and Melissa groaned. "Fine - Other than work. And no TV." She pointed at him and he tilted his head to the side.

"My TV's broken." Scott pointed out and Melissa looked exhausted. "Then no computer." She almost yelled and Scott rose his eyebrows. "I need the computer for school." Scott argued against his mum. "Then no, uh - no Stiles." She shouted and Stiles stepped forward. "What - no Stiles?"

"No Stiles! And no more car privileges. Give me your keys. Give 'em to me! Oh, for the love of God." Melissa angrily tried to take the key off Scott's key chain. "Mom, you want me to -" Scott offered and his Mum shook his head. "Mom, come on, let me just - mom. Mom!" He put his hands on hers and helped her take the car key off. "What is going on with you?" She asked and Scott sighed. "Do you really wanna know?" Scott asked and my eyes went huge as Stiles frantically shook his head.

"Yeah. Is this about your father? It is, isn't it? Okay, you know what, um - We'll talk about this at home. I'm gonna go get the car." Melissa looked so disappointed in herself and Scott looked after her sadly. "I'm the worst son ever." He mumbled.  "Well, I'm not exactly winning any prizes either." Stiles pointed at his father who was being shouted at by someone. I leaned my head on Stiles's shoulder and reached out for Scott's hand. He intertwined our fingers before we left the school.

"I'm going home." I told Scott, kissing him and starting to walk home. I managed to get home but as soon as I reached the bottom of Derek's building I leaned against a wall and coughed out blood. Boyd saw me and his eyes grew wide. "Derek!" He called and Derek grumpily came over but as soon as he saw me his eyes went just like Boyd's and he picked me up, taking me up to the loft, carefully putting me down onto his couch.

He took my hand and took some of my pain away. "What's happening?" I croaked out and he shook his head. "I don't know." He sighed, running his hand through his hair before getting an idea. He turned to Isaac and told him to tell Scott to get Deaton.

About half an hour later Scott came barging into the loft with Deaton behind. Deaton took a few tests and told Derek to take my pain away, to see in just how much pain I was in. Scott had tears in his eyes so I reached out for him and he stepped closer, leaning his head on the back of the sofa, I carefully ran my hand through his hair and tried to assure him that I was okay.

After Deaton had stuck a needled into my lower stomach I passed out.

I woke up at some point and saw Derek next to me and Scott lying on the floor next to me. I patted Derek's head and he looked up, giving me a soft smile. "You should be okay now. How do you feel?" He asked and I gave him a thumbs up, too weak to actually move. Scott woke up to Derek's voice and shot up, hugging me before checking his phone. "I need to go home. Mum's going to kill me and Stiles wants to help with the full moon." He pecked my forehead and hesitated before leaving.

"I'm not leaving you here. Can I carry you downstairs to Isaac, Boyd and Erica?" I nodded and he picked me up, carrying me all the way down and placing me against a wall so I could sit down properly.

"So why do we need their help?" Isaac asked Derek "Because it's harder to kill than I thought and I still don't know who it is." Derek answered. "And they do?" Isaac asked, and I felt my eyes getting heavy.  "They might. Which is why I need one of you to get on their good side." Derek explained to his pack.

"Mm. Scott or Stiles?" Erica asked and I felt rage rise in my body. "Either." Derek muttered. "You know, the full moon's coming, Derek." Isaac pointed out whilst Derek opened a box that I was terrified of when I was new to the whole Werewolf thing. "I'm aware of that." Derek spat.

"Oh my, these look comfortable." Erica retorted as Derek took the chains out, including the headband. I cringed at the memory of having those screws stuck in my head. "You said you were gonna teach us to change whenever we wanted." Isaac protested and Derek got angry. "There hasn't been time."

"But if you have to lock us up during the full moon, that means - that means you're alone against the Argents." Isaac protested again and I furrowed my eyebrows. "They haven't found us." Derek muttered, handing out the chains. "Yet! So how about we forget the kanima?" Isaac yelled. "We. Can't! There was something about the way Gerard looked at it. He wasn't afraid - at all. I don't know what he knows or what he's planning. But I'm sure about one thing. We have to find it first." Derek growled.

It was really late and the others had left whilst Derek prepared the old train and I just sat there and watched. "Can I go to school tomorrow?" I called and Derek came out of the train, helping me up he shrugged. "I don't know. Deaton said that we have to see how you're feeling tomorrow." Derek explained, putting his arm around my waist and leading me up to the loft. I got changed and went to bed.

The next morning I felt fine so I quickly jumped into the shower and got changed into something appropriate for school, my wounds were all fully healed and nothing hurt anymore.

I skipped down the stairs and smiled at Derek who looked relieved that I could bounce down the steps without pain. "Going to school?" He asked as I hopped onto the kitchen counter. "Yea. I miss Lydia. I haven't seen her in a really long time." I sighed thinking of my best friend. Derek nodded and drove me to school.

I got out of the car and jumped onto Stiles back. He stumbled a bit before catching me. "You're okay." He breathed out and I grinned. "Yep." I grinned whilst Scott smiled at me, making me blush and butterflies flutter around in my stomach.

I jumped off Stiles back as we walked into the school. Lydia had her head in her locker, talking to Allison so I signalled to Allison not to say anything as I crept up. I closed Lydia's locker as soon as her head came out of it and she jumped before looking at me. She squealed and hugged me. I laughed and wrapped my arms around her waist as Allison laughed, watching us. Allison hugged me as soon as Lydia let go of me.

Stiles and Scott pulled me away and I could sense that Scott was unhappy with whatever they spoke about before pulling me away from the girls. "You need to talk to Jackson, I'll talk to Lydia whilst Scott takes his test okay?" Stiles suggested and I nodded before joining Allison and Lydia, after pecking Scott's cheek. I couldn't find Jackson anywhere so I walked into the boys locker room.

"Jackson?" I called out and I heard a shower head turn off. "In here. Is something wrong?" He asked walking towards me, butt naked. I quickly covered my eyes and stepped backwards. "Y - you could've warned me." I stammered, suddenly feeling very intimidated. "You're the one that walks onto boys' locker rooms." Jackson smirked as I rotated my head to the ceiling. "I thought I heard you - I th - forget it." I stuttered and tried to leave but he stood in front of me.

"Did you wanna talk about something?" Jackson asked me, moving closer. "We can talk later." I told him and he pushed me against a wall. "No. Let's talk now" He demanded and I hoped that Scott could hear my heartbeat. "I - I have to get to cl -" I tried to push Jackson away but he slammed his hand next to my head. "Oh, no, no, you don't. No, you have perfect grades. You can skip one class. Are you okay? Your heart's beating like crazy." He smirked at me and I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that all this would be a dream. I was too scared to turn into werewolf form and if Jackson wanted to he could have just killed me as a canima.

Jackson noticed my fear and smirked. "I thought you wanted to talk." He sneered and I gulped. "I - I - I changed my mind." I stuttered. "You sure? Because you look a little stressed. Is it Scott? Is it that whole thing? I still can't believe you actually think your little Romeo and Juliet story is gonna last. You know he's eventually just gonna run to Derek and join up with him and his little wolf pack and they're going to leave you because you're too weak for them. If you don't realize that, then you gotta be the stupidest bitch in this town. Well, other than Scott since he's a pretty stupid bitch himself." Jackson breathed into my ear and I felt my claws grow, ready to rip him apart. "Stop. Just stop!" I growled at him.

"What are you gonna do, Lucia, hmm - when your stupid bitch of boyfriend turns on you? They almost killed Lydia. Who do you really think's gonna be next, hmm?" Jackson teased and I growled, finally pushing him to the ground after slashing his cheek. He hit the ground with his head pretty badly and as he fell he kind of ripped me down with him so I landed on my butt, I leaned against a wall and watched Jackson. "Lucia? What are you doing here?" Jackson rubbed his head when Scott came barging into the locker room. Oh no.

"I - I'm fine. I'm fine. Scott, I'm fine. Scott!" I tried to pull Scott off Jackson. "I have a restraining order!" Jackson yelled, pulling shorts on. "Trust me, I restrained myself." Scott hissed before picking Jackson up and hurling him against a locker. "Scott!" I gasped, trying to get him to stop.

The guys stumbled out of the locker room and Stiles pulled Scott off Jackson, "Scott, Scott! Guys!". Matt pulled Jackson off as I breathed heavily, making eye contact with Allison and Erica. "What the hell's going on? Hey! Enough! Enough. What do you idiots think you're doing? Jackson! Calm down! Mr. McCall, you wanna explain yourself? Stilinski!" Mr. Harris shouted at us as Matt handed Stiles his tablet. "You dropped this."

"You and you - actually - all of you - Detention. Three o'clock." He started with pointing at Scott and Jackson but then pointed at all of us. I groaned and followed Allison and Erica to the Library.

"Oh, uh - we can't be in detention together. I have a restraining order against these tools." Jackson tried to get himself out of Detention but Harris didn' quite buy it. "All of these tools?" He asked and Stiles rose his hands and pointed at Scott. "No, just us tools." He sarcastically smiled. "Fine. You two, over there." Harris ordered so I sat with Erica whilst Allison sat with Matt and Jackson. Scott and Stiles sat at a different table. "I'm gonna kill him." Scott whispered 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 tried to calm Scott down.

"No. You were right, let's kill him." Scott growled and Stiles looked at me with alarmed eyes so I helplessly shrugged. "Oh - No." Stiles breathed out. "Hey. What if it's Matt? I mean, this whole thing comes back to the video, right?" Stiles whispered and I could tell that Erica was listening as well so I kicked her under the table. "Danny said that Matt was the one who found the two hours of footage missing." Scott argued and Stiles snapped his fingers.  "Exactly! He's trying to throw suspicion off himself." Stiles whisper yelled. "So he makes Jackson kill Isaac's dad, one of Argent's hunters, and the mechanic working on your jeep?" Scott asked ane I furrowed my eyebrows. "Yes!" Stiles exclaimed. "Why?" Scott asked. "Because - he's evil." Stiles whispered. "You just don't like him." Scott pointed out and Stiles leaned back im his chair. "The guy - Bugs me. I don't know what it is. Just look at his face." Stiles huffed so I looked over at Matt who was offering Jackson some crisps.

"Any other theories?" Scott asked. All of a sudden Jackson got up. "I have to go to the bathroom." He said, walking out of the library. "Are you all right?" Harris called after Jackson. "No one leaves their seats." Mr. Harris pointed at us before hurrying after Jackson. Scott and Stiles immediately moved to our table. "Stiles says you know how Jackson's parents died." Scott adressed Erica and she shrugged. "Maybe." She smirked.

"Talk." Scott demanded so Erica sat up. "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 18." She explained and my jaw dropped as I looked at her. "So not only is Jackson rich now, but he's getting even richer at 18?" I asked and Erica nodded. "Yep."

Stiles crossed his arms. "There's something so deeply wrong with that." He muttered and Erica pushed her boobs up making me cringe. "You know what? I could try to find the insurance report on my dad's inbox. He keeps everything." She rose her eyebrows at the boys and me.

We nodded and so she got her Laptop out. "Whoa, look the dates." Stiles whispered."Passengers arrived at the hospital DOA. The estimated time of death - 9:26 P.M., June 14, 1995." Erica read out loud as we all stared at the Laptop. "Jackson's birthday is June 15th." Scott pointed out and I nodded. Mr. Harris came back with Jackson  and packed his stuff so we got up.

"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. Enjoy the rest of your evening." Mr. Harris patted the huge amount of books before leaving. "Is that even aloud?" I asked, groaning as I pushed a cart around the shelves.

"It means he was born after his mom died - by c - section. They had to pull him out of her dead body." Stiles looked at me and I raised my hands as a sign to show that I had no clue before putting some more books away. "So was it an accident or not?" I questioned Stiles. "The word all over the report is inconclusive." Stiles told me and Scott turned around to look at us. "Then his parents could have been murdered?" He asked and I thought about it but Stiles was faster. "If they were, then it falls in line with the kanima myth. You know? It seeks out and kills murderers." He said and Allison joined our conversation. "But for Jackson? Or the person controlling him?" She asked.

"We have to talk to him. We have to tell him." Scott told us and I crinkled my nose, turning to Scott. "He's not gonna l -" Suddenly Jackson started acting weird and he ended up paralysing Matt he also left a message on the black board before trashing the library. I fell to the floor and covered my head. "Erica!" Scott rushed to Erica and I joined him. Erica was spazzing on the floor so Stiles checked us and Allison went to check on Matt. "Whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey! I think she's having a seizure." He diagnosed and I nodded in agreement.

"He's alive" Allison checked Matt's pulse. "Hey, we need to get her to a hospital." Stiles pointed out and I bit my lip. "Derek - only to Derek." Erica managed to croak out. "When we get her to the hospital -" Scott tried to tell us something but Erica shook her head. "To Derek. To Derek." She repeated and I looked over at Allison.

"Go." She told us and Erica's condition was worsening so Stiles shook Scott's arm. "Hey, Scott!" He frantically tried to get Scott to help. "Guys. Go!" Allison shouted as she dialled an ambulance for Matt. I sighed before following Scott and Stiles.