Stay With Me

Chapter Nine: Kidnappers

Allison drove Lydia back to her house, and when they arrived, turned to her. "I need you to promise me that you won't say anything about what just happened," she begged Lydia.

"I'll promise not to say anything about what just happened if you can tell me what the hell just happened!" exclaimed Lydia.

"It's kind of complicated, okay?" Allison sighed wearily.

"Well, how about you start with, why was Derek there?" demanded Lydia. "Or what exactly is wrong with Erica? Oh, do you need a minute to come up with a plausible lie?"

"Part of the reason why I'm asking is because Scott and I aren't supposed to be around each other, okay?" Allison pleaded. "So, it's better if you just keep what you know to yourself."

"Fine," snapped Lydia. "I'll keep what I know about you and Scott - which is nothing - to myself."

"Hey," Allison grabbed Lydia's arm, "Scott's not just my friend, you get that, right?"

"Let me go," Lydia snapped.

"Okay, please, try and remember - " Allison tried.

"Remember what?" Lydia cried.

Allison sighed. "Remember how you fell in love with Jackson," she told Lydia. "I don't love Scott, not like that, but he's my best friend. He gets me like nobody else does, and I know things about him that nobody else does. Do you remember, what that feels like?"

"No," Lydia said briskly.

"What?"

"I haven't had any friends, or boyfriends, like that," Lydia informed Allison. "And considering you describe him as practically the best guy ever, he's gay, right?"

Allison stared at her friend. "What - pfft - no, of course not - "

"He totally is," Lydia mused. "Who is it? His crush. Come on, Allison, at least tell me his crush, and I'll let you go, keep your secret, yadda, yadda, yadda."

"Isaac. Isaac Lahey."

Lydia rolled her eyes. "Seriously? Oh my God, it all makes sense now - "

"Since middle school, or so I'm told, but apparently Isaac lost his chance," Allison winced. "Oh, and don't tell Scott I told you."

Lydia rolled her eyes, but nodded and got out of the car, but not before pausing and saying, "Do you think he'd go shopping with me?"

Allison stared at Lydia. "Have you seen Scott's wardrobe? No."

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Scott had dedicated the entire night to finding Jackson - the kanima - whatever. Derek had managed to find the kanima, but since Derek didn't know it was Jackson, Scott had been the one to track it to this. A gay club called Jungle. Yes, the universe was definitely mocking him at this point.

Stiles had followed, in his Jeep, and quickly caught up to him outside of the club, on foot.

"Did you see where he went?" Stiles panted, having run all the way from his Jeep.

"No," Scott sighed. "I lost him." I lost him, I lost Isaac, I just lose everybody these days, don't I?

"What? You couldn't catch his scent?" Stiles stared at his friend.

"I don't think he has one," Scott informed Stiles.

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

"To kill someone," snapped Scott.

"Ah," Stiles rolled his eyes at his friend's bluntness. "That explains the claws and the fangs and all that. Makes perfect sense now." At Scott's glare, he rolled his eyes. "What? Scott, I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay, sarcasm is my only defense."