Cursed ☾ TEEN WOLF {2}

Old Allies

"We can't keep him here forever." I tell Scott and Stiles, glancing over to the prisoner transport van.

"Just until I can figure out why he went after Danny, Allison's still working on translating the other pages." Scott says.

"The pages you stole? From some thousand year old book? What if she can't, or what if there isn't any way to save him?" I ask.

"We're not killing him, not until we've searched every possible way to save him." Scott says sternly. "And Derek-"

"Yeah, I know." I sigh, folding my arms. "I won't tell him he's here. He's not even speaking to me."

"Alright then, go talk to Danny." Stiles says, looking at Scott and I.

"No way, I'm not leaving you alone with him." I shook my head.

"Okay, I'll try to hurry." Scott nods. He takes off, leaving us alone.

"Come on," I sigh, standing up. "Time to feed the lizard."

I open up the back of the van, going in first. Stiles hops in, then closes the door behind him. Jackson pulls against the chains but can't reach us.

"Let me out, now!" Jackson demands.

"You know, I put those pants on you." Stiles says annoyed. "All right, buddy? One leg at a time. Being all up close and personal with your junk wasn't exactly a highlight of my day. So don't think this is fun for me either. You know we're actually doing you a favor?"

"This, is doing me a favor?" Jackson says holding up his cuffed arms.

"Yes," Stiles says. "You're killing people, to death! And until we can figure out how to stop you, you're gonna stay here, I'm sorry. Now, do you want the ham and cheese or the turkey club?"

Stiles pulls out two sandwiches. I cross my arms, kicking my feet up on the other bench.

"You actually think my parents won't be looking for me?" Jackson asks.

"Not if they don't think anything is wrong." I said, pulling out his phone, showing him a text I sent to them.

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It was bad enough having to babysit Jackson, it was even worse having to listen to him and Stiles bicker for hours. At this point, I'd rather sit through a five hour long lecture from Coach.

"Scales?" Jackson asks doubtedly. "Like a fish."

"No, more like a reptile." Stiles says bored. "Um, and, uh, your claws have this liquid that paralyzes people, and you have a tail."

"I have a tail?"

"Yeah, you have a tail."

"Does it do anything?"

"No, not that I know of."

"Can I use it to strangle you?" Jackson says lurching forward.

"You still don't believe me." Stiles says unbelievably. "All right. The night of the semi-final game, what did you do right after?"

"I went home." Jackson glares at him.

"Are you sure about that?" Stiles asks.

"Yes, you idiot. What the hell else would I do?"

"You attacked me, bashed my head in, thank you very much for that by the way, then trapped Stiles and Derek in a pool." I said annoyed.

"You also killed a mechanic, in front of me, that was lovely." Stiles adds on. "And one of Argent's hunters. Oh, and last night you tried to kill Danny."