Courageous

18

"Any sign of him, Scott?" Carter asked.

Scott shook his head and Stiles questioned, "What do we do now?"

"Holy cr-" Scott began.

"Wha- sorry, I'm sorry. Did you see where he went?" Stiles stuttered.

"I lost him," Scott answered sadly.

Carter frowned. "What? You couldn't catch his scent?"

Scott glanced at him. "I don't think he has one."

"How does he not have one?"

Stiles asked, "All right, any clue where he's going?"

Scott nodded and gave a melancholy look. "To kill someone."

Stiles gave a look and frowned. "Ah. That explains the claws, and the fangs and all that. Good. Makes perfect sense now." Scott shot him a look. "What? Scott, come on. I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense."

Scott rolled his eyes. "Just help me find it."

"Not "it." Jackson," Carter corrected.

Scott sighed. "Yeah, I know. I-I know."

"Does Jackson know he's the kanima? Did anybody else see him back at your house?"

Scott shrugged and said after a moment, "I mean, I don't think so, but he already passed Derek's test anyway."

"Yeah, but that's just the thing," Stiles began.

"How did he pass the test?" Carter finished.

Scott shook his head. "I don't know."

Stiles thought for a moment. "Maybe it's like an either-or thing. I mean, Derek said that a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom, right? When's the kanima not the kanima?"

"When it's Jackson," Scott answered.

Stiles pointed to the club. "Uh, dude. See that?"

Scott nodded. "He's inside."

"What's he gonna do in there?" Carter wondered.

Scott glanced up at them. "I know who he's after."

Stiles got an excited look on his face. "What, how? How? Did you smell something?"

"Armani," Scott stated after a moment.

They stood in front of a locked door as Stiles began rambling. "Aw, come on. All right, maybe there's, like, a, uh, like, a window we could climb through, or some kind of-" Scott ripped off the handle of the door as it opened. "Handle that we could rip off with supernatural strength. How'd I not think of that one?"

As soon as they entered, Stiles was surrounded by drag queens. Scott looked around for a moment before he said, "Dude, everyone in here's a dude. I think we're in a gay club."

The drag queens continued touching Stiles' hair and shoulders and such as he said sarcastically, "Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh, Scott?"

They managed to escape the drag queens and walked up to the bar. Stiles held up two fingers. "Two beers."

"Make that three," Carter said.

The barkeeper frowned. "How 'bout three cokes?"

"Rum and coke?" Stiles decided as he earned a look from the bartender. "Sure. Coke's fine, actually. I'm driving anyway."

A waiter handed Scott a drink. "That one's paid for."

Scott gave Stiles a smug-ish look, causing Stiles to mutter, "Oh, shut up."