Chasing after her best friend, who turned into a lizard, wasn't how Laken wanted to spend her night. She would rather be with her boyfriend, having a nice night. But this was Beacon Hills and Laken knew that normal wouldn't be in her life for a while, maybe ever.
Her brother's voice brought her from her trance, and she noticed they were in front of a club, one she was very familiar with. "Sorry, I'm sorry. Did you see where he went?" Stiles asked.
"I lost him." Scott told them.
"What? You couldn't catch his scent?" Laken asked.
"I don't think he has one."
"Alright, any clue where he's going?"
"To kill someone."
"Ah, that explains the claws and fangs and all that. Everything makes perfect sense now." Stile's voice was sarcastic and made Scott roll his eyes.
"What? Scott, Laken and I are one-hundred and forty-seven pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is our only defense."
"Just help me find it." Scott paused, "And Lake is tanner than you are."
"It's not an it." Laken glared at him, "It's Jackson."
"I know, Lake." Scott sighed.
"Alright, but does he know that? Did anybody else see him back at your house?"
"Uh, I don't think so. But he passed Derek's test anyway."
"Yeah, but that's just the thing, how did he pass the test?"
"I don't know."
"Maybe it's like an either or thing. Derek said that a snake can't be poisoned by it's own venom, right? When's the kanima not the kanima?"
"When it's Jackson." Laken answered.
Stiles looked up, "Uh, guys." Scott and Laken moved to stand beside him. "Do you see that?" He asked as the kanima went into the club.
"He's inside."
"What's he gonna do in there?"
After a long moment of silence, Scott spoke up, "I know who he's after."
"What? How? Did you smell something?" Stiles asked.
"Amani."
*****
"Oh come on." Stiles pulled on the metal door around the back of the club. "Alright, maybe there's like a window we could climb through, or-,"
Scott pulled the door knob with his wolf strength and walked in with Laken, handing the knob to Stiles.
"-some kind of handle we can rip off with supernatural strength. How did I not think of that?"
Laken giggled as she looked around the gay club she had came in multiple times before with Danny. Disco balls hung from the high ceiling and strobe lights twisted and turned, hitting the black wall as men danced around.
"Dude everyone in here's a dude!" Scott called over the music. "I think we're in a gay club!"
"Yeah, nothing gets passed those keen werewolf senses, huh Scott?!"
Turning, Laken busted out laughing as drag queen stood around her twin brother.
*****
"Three beers." Stiles told the bartender as they now stood at the bar.
"IDs."
Laken watched in amusment as Scott and Stiles pulled their drivers license and showed them.
"How about two cokes?" He asked, turning to Laken, "Laken, your usual?"
"Yeah, thanks Ben."
"Rum and coke, sure." Stiles grinned as if he had accomplished something, "Coke's fine, actually. I'm driving, anyway."
"This one's paid for." Ben came back, putting a drink in front of Scott, and pointed to a guy at the other end of the bar.
The guy held up his beer and nodded to the werewolf, making Laken laugh again.
"Ah, shut up." Stiles told Scott, who smirked down at the drink.
"I didn't say anything."
"Yeah, but your face did."
"I found Danny."
"I found Jackson."
As Laken and Scott went to get Jackson, bodies started to drop, Danny's included. Laken watched as her boyfriend slashed Jackson's throat."
"NO!"
****
The oldest Stilinsk sat in the Jeep with her best friend laid across her lap, naked.
"Ugh, I told you I didn't want to see you naked ever again. At 15 was enough for me." Laken mumbled, running her fingers through his hair.
"I couldn't get anything out of Danny." Scott got in the Jeep.
"Okay, but can we just get the hell out of here before our Dad's deputies see us?" Stiles asked just as their Dad pulled in front of the Jeep. "Oh my god, could this get any worse?" Just as the words left his mouth, Jackson groaned. "That was rhetorical!"
"Get rid of him!" Scott ordered.
"We're at a crime scense and he's the Sheriff."
"Do something!"
"Laken come with me." Stiles begged his twin.
With a glare she followed him out of the Jeep.
"Hey, Dad." the twins greeted their father.
"What are you guys doing here?"
"What do you mean what are we doing here? It's a club, we were clubbing." Stiles said, "You know, at the club."
"Not exactly your type of club."
"Uh, well, Dad. There's a conversation we need-,"
"You're not gay."
"What? I could be."
"Not dressed like that."
Laken turned her head, finding her boyfriend leaning against his car. "My rides here." She opened her brother Jeep to grab her bag, "Make sure he gets home safe."
****
"Mr. Whittemore, maybe I'm missing something, but, uh, this doesn't exactly spell out foul play." Noah Stilinsk tod his daughters best friends adoptive father.
"It reads, "stayed at a friends house last night. Everything fine. Love you." Now while we're as close as any family can be, there are certain things Jackson hasn't been able to say since the day we told him he was adopted." Mr. Whittemore told him.
"Thinks like what?"
"Jackson never says, "I love you,"."
"Never?" Noah asked.
"Not once in 11 years. Well, only to us, but he does say it."
"To Lydia? His girlfriend?"
"No. To your daughter."
*****
Stiles leaned against the front of the police van, typing on Jackson's phone and telling his parents that Jackson was staying at a friends house.
"Hey."
He jumped at the sound of Allison's voice, "Oh my god."
"They know." She told him.
"What?" Stiles asked.
"They know Jackson's missing!"
"No, they can't. I've been texting his parents since last night, they don't have a clue."
"My grandfather told me his parents went to the police." Allison stressed. "They know."
Stiles held his arm out, the phone dangling from his finger tips. He dropped the phone into Allison's hand and went to listen to the police radio.
"All around units proceed to the Beacon Preserve as instructed. Proceed with caution until Sheriff Stilinski's arrival. Repeat, proceed with caution."
******
Laken stormed into the police stations, a worried expression on her face. While her and Derek were spending time with each other, no supernatural anything around she had gotten a phone call from her father.
"Oh thank god." She breathed out, rushing into Noah's office. She quickly push passed her father and Mr. Whittemore, hugging her best friend. "Where the hell have you been?! Why didn't you come to school today?!"
"Oh, you're gonna love this." Noah told his daughter, "Your brother and Scott decided to kidnap Jackson and kept him in a police transport bus, in the woods."
"I'm gonna kill 'em." She mumbled, sitting down next to her best friend.
Just as she sat down, the door to their father's office came open and Stiles and Scott stopped before the threshold, eyes going wide at the sight of a fuming Laken.
"Scott, Stiles." Noah spoke, going to stand in front his son and his friend. "Perfect timing. Have you met Jackson's father, Mr. David Whittemore, Esquire."
"That means lawyer." Both Laken and Jackson said in sync.
****
Laken sat in the middle of her bed, books scattered around as she studied for a test that she had coming up in her AP class. The window in her room came open and she didn't even have to turn her head to know that it was her boyfriend coming the way he always did.
"You know, my Dad know's were together now so why exactly are you still using my window?" She asked, eyes never leaving the textbook she had in her lap.
"Yeah, but what's the fun in that?" Derek asked, sitting behind her. "So what did dumb and dumber do to make you mad at them?"
"Oh, you know. Kidnapped my best friend, who escaped the prison van they had him hid in and got a retaining order on themselves."
"Sounds like you need to relax, baby." He mumbled, pressing his lips to her exposed skin.
"I'm trying to study." She told him with a laugh.
"Then take a break." He took the book from her hands and threw it somewhere in the room, pushing the remaining books to the floor.
"Five minutes and that's it." She told him as he moved to crawl on top of her.
"Five minutes."