Voices
Season 2
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"Derek says it's a myth. Peter says some myths and legends can be true. If Lydia calls Jackson by his name, maybe it'll pull him back." Stiles explains.
"Wait, wait. Jackson isn't dead. But he's changing into something else?"
"Yes. And we need Lydia's help to bring him back. The more he's in the kanima's body, his soul is leaving him, he'll become the Kanima." Stiles explains.
"Why am I the one to do this? It can't be Scott or Allison or Lea or you?" Lydia asks.
"Because." I sigh. "From what Derek is texting me, Jackson's identity is slowly disappearing beneath the Kanima, so we need to bring him back. You're the only one he's shared a bond with, somebody who he really loves. Somebody who can really bring him back. And that's you. You have to bring him back." I say.
"I still think it's a dangerous plan." Stiles argues.
"Why is that?" I ask.
"Jackson's the Kanima. He's got no heart to begin with. How do we know he isn't gonna slice her throat open the moment he sees her?" He asks.
"He did say I was dead to him." Lydia points out. I turn and face Lydia.
"You still love him, don't you?" I ask. "You love Jackson to the point where you'd do anything to help him, right?"
"Right." Lydia nods.
"Will you help him? Will you save Jackson's life?" I ask. Lydia's eyes fill with tears and she nods her head.
Stiles swerves the jeep into an old distillery wall and we see the Kanima getting hit by the hood. We all breathed heavily, looking among each other.
"Did I get him?" Stiles asks. A loud bang hits the hood and the Kanima lets out a hissing roar at us. Stiles lets out the girliest scream before he finally jumps out of the jeep. I run over to Scott and the others and I turn my head and see the Kanima jump off the hood and right in front of Lydia.
"Jackson!" She calls.
"Lydia!" Stiles calls. Scot and I grab his arms and held him back. Lydia holds up the house key and his claw pauses. His eyes turn to the key and he holds himself frozen. His body begins shifting from reptilian scales to human skin. His eyes finally turn from the straight, reptilian orbs to round human ones. His left hand lifts up and he takes the key from Lydia's fingers. Lydia lets out a sigh and Jackson seemed to reach out for Lydia. Before any of us knew it, Peter and Derek run up to Jackson and jab their claws in his body. I run up to Lydia and pull her back to me. We embrace each other as we watched in shock. Peter and Derek pull their claws from Jackson's body. He falls to his feet perfectly and he leans forward. Lydia runs out of my arms and she catches Jackson's body in her arms. They both fall to the ground and stare at each other. I was kinda surprised that Peter was even here. Where the hell did he come from? Why was he even here? Lydia kinda did resurrected him from the dead, with the help of Derek.
"Do-Do you still-" Jackson gasps.
"I do. I do. I do still love you. I do still love you. I do." Lydia sobs. Jackson's body falls limp and he falls into Lydia's chest. Lydia lets out sobs, rubbing his hair and slowly rocking his body back and forth. I turn my head and look at Stiles, who's eyes are filled with tears. Scott and Allison holding each others hands. Allison locks eyes with me. Ever since that night, we haven't said a word to each other. I guess neither of us knew what to say. It only caught me by surprise when she shows a small smile at me. I guess...we're cool now? If we are, great. I did miss hanging out and talking to her. Fighting with your friends just makes you feel some type of way.
"Where's Gerard?" Stiles asks. Allison and I turn our heads and see a puddle of black blood, along with a trail of it leading outside.
"He can't be far." Chris replies. I hear a sniffle behind me and I turn around. Lydia wipes her tears and she locks eyes with me. I show her a small smile and I slowly held out my hand to her. She takes a step forward and reaches out to me, but my eyes lightly widen, which caused her to stop and turn around. Everyone watched as Jackson, who was just dead five minutes ago, lifts his body up. He stands on his feet and leans back, letting out a loud roar. He finally looks at us and we see what he was. A werewolf with blue eyes.
Lydia and I head back to my car where we had no choice but to leave it. Stiles was kind, really with no m choice, to take us back. Already, the police and a tow truck was gathering evidence.
"This area is secured. Please, take a step back. A south demands.
"It's actually my car." I say.
"Your car? Care to explain what happened?" He asks. My eyes shoot to the sheriff and I see him approaching me.
"It's okay, deputy. I've got it from here." He says. The deputy walks away. "What's up, Lea?" He sighs.
"Hey, Sheriff." I smile nervously.
"So what happened here?" He asks.
"Funny story. Uh...I wasn't drinking, let's start there." I chuckle.
"I believe it." He nods.
"I can't do this to you, Lea." Stiles sighs, approaching Sheriff and I.
"No, Stiles. It's fine." I frown.
"Look, I was speeding, I wasn't paying attention to what I doing and I made her swerve into the ditch." Stiles explains. Sheriff slowly shuts his eyes and lets out a sigh.
"Lea. I understand and if you wanna press charges against Stiles here. I also understand you'd want to make him pay for your insurance." Sheriff says. "But if I were you, I'd go with pressing charges on him."
"Wh-Dad!" Stiles frowns. I let out a laugh.
"It's totally okay. Really. My insurance will cover it." I laugh.
"Are you sure? Maybe it'll straighten his behind out." Sheriff glares at Stiles.
"Why are you encouraging her?" Stiles argues.
"Guys, guys. I- really. It's okay. It's okay. I promise." I laugh. Sheriff sighs and nods his head.
"Thanks, Lea. You're a good kid." He smiles at me.
"Anytime." I smile back at him. Sheriff walks away and Stiles turns to me.
"Thank you." He sighs.
"Oh, you're not off the hook just yet, Stilinski."
"I'm not?"
"You bet your ass I'm not! You made me wreck my car, my very first car that I bought with my own money! Of course you're not getting left off so easily." I laugh.
"Okay. So...what do I have to do?" He asks.
"Oh, just you wait. I have so many things in store just for you." I smirk at him. Stiles sighs.
"Alright, fine." He says.
"Good. Starting now, you're taking us home."
"Oh, I had to take you home anyways!" He rolls his eyes and storms off to his jeep. Lydia and I let out laughs and followed Stiles to his jeep.
Allison and I sat in my room, sitting a small distance from each other. Allison had texted me that she wanted to talk, and I was quick to let her come over. Here she is. Now, we're sitting here, in complete and utter silence, glancing at each other every five seconds.
"Uh...Allison." I utter.
"Yeah?" She asks.
"You wanted to talk. You're here...so..." Allison gasps lightly.
"Right." She laughs. "I guess I've been trying to figure out how to start the conversation." She sighs.
"I'm guessing you wanna talk about the fight we had?" I ask.
"Yeah." She nods. She inhaled deeply and looks me in the eyes. "Everything I said that night, I was wrong. You're not worthless in this group. You're strong. And you're badass. I never knew people could fight with sticks. Literally." She says.
"Metal stick." I smile.
"Did you practice?" She asks.
"No. Not really. Uh...well, maybe. I mean, it sort of just comes to me. It's like I just already know." I shrug. Allison smiles. "What?" I ask.
"Maybe it's from your mom. Like she passed her abilities to you. Now you've got her strength. Her warrior side." She says. I show a small smile.
"Yeah. I-I guess so." I say. I inhale deeply and look at her. "I'm still learning. Sometimes I hear things, sometimes I don't. It just comes and goes. Sometimes I hear voices, sometimes I hear silence. But there's only one thing that I know. I know when a death is gonna happen. And I can't really do anything about it, I guess. From my experience at least. What I'm saying is, Allison, if I knew what was happening to your mom, I would've said something about it. At least, I think I like to think I would."
"I shouldn't have took my anger out on you. Or Derek. Or Boyd. Or...Erica. I just...I guess I should've done things differently." She sighs.
"You were grieving, Allison. You were hurt. You lost your mom, anger is part of the package." I smile. Allison nods.
"How did you handle it? When your mom died?" She asks. I shrug my shoulders.
"She gave me away two weeks after I was born. I didn't find out about her death until a few months back. I guess it didn't really affect me. I never knew her. Y'know, she was just a woman who gave birth to me. She's my mom, but she's not my mom." I explain. Allison nods her head.
"I'm sorry, Lea. Especially about everything that I've said to you that night. You're the complete opposite of what I said. And it makes me proud and grateful that we've got somebody like you in our lives. But, I'm extra grateful because you're my best friend."
"I'm sorry, too."
"You don't need to apologize-"
"No, I think I do. I stuck myself in your business. In your grief. I mean, I should've just let it go." I say. Allison stands up and she holds her hands out to me. I accepted her assistance and she pulls me up. We both embrace each other in a hug.
I'm glad Allison and I made up. I'm glad we came to out difference and just came clear all together. Without Allison, it was hard. And being around her or even Stiles talking about her, it just made me feel like I was walking about eggshells and I hated every second of it. Now that we're good between each other, it makes me feel less stressed out. She's back. We're back. And we're best friends again. Nothing gets better than that. I'd say, that's just the best way to end a war.