Disclaimer: "I do not own Teen Wolf. The show, the characters, and any quotes from the show belong to Jeff Davis and his amazing team of writers. I only own Nixie, and anything I make her do or say."

Yep, I'm using the same disclaimer I used from my previous story. Hope that doesn't offend anybody.

I got a lot of positive feedback from my first story, which was of Teen Wolf Season 4 involving my character Nixie. With that love and encouragement, I decided to go ahead and try to write something for Season 5. The whole of the story will be written and posted in the same manner that the TV show aired. So first will be the story for Season 5 Part A, and then a second story which will encompass Season 5 Part B.

I would also just like to tell you guys how much I appreciate you reading my previous story and taking the time to comment on it and let me know what you thought. I obviously liked the story. I'm kind of biased, because I wrote it. But it means a lot to know that you all enjoyed it too. So thanks for that! :)

So here is my take on what a Season 5 Part A of Teen Wolf would look like with Nixie involved. Hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1: Episode 5x1

"Alright, so I found some cool two bedrooms in the Mission District, but they're pretty expensive."

Nixie listens as Stiles starts rambling off the possible living options for himself and Scott for when they go off to college. Scott asks about Berkeley and Stiles mentions that they could try, but the jeep would definitely go through a lot of clutches. Scott gives him a look and asks, "You're bringing the jeep?"

Nixie grins and walks back over to where they're hanging around the hood of said jeep. Putting an arm around Stiles' shoulders, she says, "You know the plan Scott. No one gets left behind. And that includes this precious baby that has served us so well over the years." Stiles points to her with a smile and says, "That's the plan. Lydia and Nix aren't going to have any problems getting into Stanford. Kira's thinking USF. Malia's…"

He pauses at Malia, and Nixie squeezes his shoulders and says, "She'll figure something out, and we'll help her." Stiles smiles at her again, and then says, "Exactly. The plan's perfect." Scott leans back on his elbows and says, "Or we could wait until we actually get into college and then figure out where to live." Stiles sputters and says, "I have a vision, dude. Okay? And it's a beautiful vision. Don't ruin the vision."

Nixie nods and adds, "Besides, planning and preparing beforehand for what you want out of life is half of the process for setting yourself up to succeed with your plans." Stiles points at her with both hands and says, "Exactly!" Nixie grins, and then smiles bigger when Scott says, "Alright, alright." He grins at both of them, and Nixie steps back again as Stiles rambles off about checking Oakland.

Going off to college scares her. Not the idea of college itself, or that she might fail at whatever major she ends up choosing. She's only slightly less smart than Lydia, which is impressive since Lydia's practically a genius. No, whatever college she chooses and whatever major... she will succeed.

It's being away from Jordan Parrish that worries her. They had been working on it over the summer.

Well, that term could be applied loosely. The longest she'd spent away from him completely was four days, and that was during a vacation that she and all her friends decided to take together. It lasted an entire week, and then an extra day.

Deaton had told her that being a blue dragon, combined with her own protective instincts that were layered with her supernatural protective urges… her reactions and needs might differ from what he'd ever read about or heard about. The sound of Jordan's voice could sooth her over a phone. But not being able to see him took it's toll, and not being able to physically touch him if she wanted did as well.

Jordan had gotten called by Lydia in the end, and he'd come down half way through their trip and spent the rest of it with them at the beach. And Nixie wanted to feel ashamed about how much she needed him, but… well, she found she couldn't. At least, not completely. It was part of who she was. It's why the blue dragon had a mate.

Her one weakness was the idea of being alone, and being forgotten by those that she held so dear. That was the blue dragon's sore spot. She protected them all with a ferocity that bested almost all werewolves. And as a dragon, her abilities to protect them grew stronger and more capable every day and minute. But she still had a weakness, and it was being abandoned or forgotten, as though completely unimportant, by those she cared for the most.

Kate Argent had nearly gotten her killed with that belief. Nixie had fought it with everything she had inside, but there had still been a voice in the back of her mind, egging her fear on, until she passed out and her body and mind began shutting down because the belief that she was unnecessary to them had started taking over.

That's when Jordan found her, and brought her back from the brink. That's also when he first kissed her, told her that he loved her, and when their relationship… well, it's when it officially started in her mind. They'd danced around it all of last year, and maybe even longer than that. She'd started liking him almost as soon as he first arrived in town.

He confesses he hadn't developed that kind of crush on her until later, but it hadn't taken him much longer. He'd actually admitted that he'd started seeing her differently the night they lost Alison.

He knows it was a terrible tragedy, and he doesn't demean that in any way. But he'd seen her with new eyes that night. She'd remained strong for her friends, had helped them through the questions and with getting rides home afterwards. It wasn't until everyone was officially gone that she'd let herself go. She couldn't even make it to the parking lot for her bike. She just went to the lounge in the station and locked herself in.

When the Sheriff finally found the key and unlocked the door, she was curled up on the floor in the corner, crying with her hands pressed against the sides of her head. It was the most devastated she'd ever looked to anyone, and Jordan could tell because of the shocked look on the Sheriff's face.

It was Jordan, since the Sheriff was so shocked, that had picked her up off the floor and carried her to the couch by the door and his desk. It was Jordan that settled a warm blanket over her shoulders and gotten her a hot cup of coffee while she finally stopped crying. But even then, she just sat there with a devastated look in her eyes, as though her own sister or mom had been the one to die. He knew that Alison was important to them, but it still shocked him… the level of sorrow she seemed drawn too.

She didn't leave until much later that night, and even then, the thundering storm outside made Jordan ask if she was sure she should leave at all. She'd simply nodded and headed for the door.

Then she turned back and said, "Thank you Parrish."

It was a simple statement, and it might not have touched someone else like it had him. But it was the look she'd given him, the sincerest gratitude that he could see in her eyes, that made him start falling for her. Because in spite of everything, in spite of how broken she felt and how heartbreaking this was for her, she was still so grateful for the small things he'd done for her.

Most people, in that state, wouldn't have bothered with a thank you. And it was his job, as an officer, to take care of her as a civilian after a situation like that. He hadn't expected it, and wouldn't have thought less of her if she'd said nothing at all. But she did, and it stuck with him.

Anyways, over the summer she'd meant to work on not needing to be physically in his presence for so long. And she could go about a week now without needing to be near him. She could just hear his voice and be fine.

But she still needed him after that, or she started falling into a funk again. Not like she was going to die from being forgotten, but a funk nonetheless. She just stopped wanting to do certain things, like play volleyball when asked, or hang out with her friends.

And over the summer, it probably hadn't helped that she'd slept in the same bed with him sometimes. Not all the time. And yes, they just slept. Okay, sometimes they made out for a while. But nothing more than that.

So yeah. They hadn't worked on it very effectively that much. She'd still managed to work up to a week, which Deaton had told her, given her protective instincts and her devotion to everyone in the pack, and the amount of love she had for everyone she cared for, was impressive. But it was still only a week. If she was going to college, she would be away for four to five months at a time. Sure, maybe she could somehow work it to come down every other weekend, but that seemed to be a stretch in her mind.

And she still needed to save money. She wasn't having nearly as many problems as she used to, but that was more because of Jordan than anything else. He'd even gone out of his way and paid for her school books this year. She had practically begged him not to, but he'd done it anyway.

Sighing, she decides on worrying about that later, as she usually does with the problems she has that she believes can wait. She's gotten better. She doesn't hide really big wounds or huge burdens from them anymore. But this… well, it's something that can wait. At least for a little while, to the point where Stiles is no longer freaking out about what neighborhood they all need to live in.

She smiles as she looks at him. Stiles was determined to keep everyone in their group together. Scott was slightly less concerned, but she knew that he could feel it coming too.

She wonders if she said that aloud when Stiles asks, "You alright? You starting to feel it?" Scott shakes his head and says, "No. Just thinking." Stiles asks, "About what?" Scott looks at him and says, "Senior year." Stiles makes a face and says, "Senior year! Come on, that's… that's, nothing. That's going to be easy."

Nixie moves to them again and says, "Lydia and I are the only ones who only have one class this semester. You guys still have a full load." Stiles turns to her and says, "I liked it better when you were backing up everything I was suggesting." Nixie shrugs and says, "Just saying."

Scott grins at her, and then says, "It's more like something Deaton told me once. You ever hear of regression to the mean?" Stiles shakes his head and says, "No, I don't think so." Nixie nods and says, "I think I heard him mention something about it once."

Scott nods and says, "It's basically his way of saying that life can't ever be all bad or all good. You know, eventually things have to come back to the middle. So, think about the last few months. Things have been good, right? But not amazing." Stiles ponders that and says, "Yeah, but no one's tried to kill us in six months either." Nixie nods and says, "Also, the maiming attempts are down to a minimum."

Stiles turns and asks, "Sarcasm?" "You sound surprised. You trained me." Stiles can't help but grin at that, and then jokes, "My baby's growing up." "Whatever. I'm older than you." "Whatever yourself." Scott pulls them back and says, "Guys, focus for a second. We've been pretty much in the middle for a while. Which means, at some point, the scale has to tip one way or the other."

Nixie nods and says, "So things are going to get really good again… or really bad." Scott nods, and then they all look up as thunder cracks across the sky. Both boys look at Nixie, to which she shrugs and says, "It's not me. Besides, it would start raining first if it was my fault. We've been through this."

Stiles nods, and then asks, "You think it's been long enough?"

And from behind them, Liam says, "Yes." Nixie laughs lightly while Stiles turns and says, "Hey. Trying to have an adult conversation over here." Liam says, "Alright, you're two years older than me." Nixie turns to Stiles and says, "He makes a solid point. Same one I did last year when he and Kira went up to the roof to battle a berserker while you manned the computers." "Hey!" Nixie grins at him, and Liam says, "Exactly! And I'm fine. Just let me go."

Stiles sighs and says, "Really liked it when you were backing up what I said Nix." "I'll work on getting back around to that." He grins at her as they walk back over to where Liam is chained to the huge trunk of a tree. Scott pulls out the key for the lock and says, "It's not that we don't trust you." Stiles raises a hand and says, "It's that I don't trust you." Scott shrugs and says, "But… after that last full moon."

Liam huffs and says, "It was one slip up." Nixie crosses her arms and says, "Slip up? A dozen calls to the Sheriff's Department about a, and I quote, 'monstrous dog-boy' running around the streets of Beacon Hills… naked. That's a slip up?" Stiles puts an arm around her and sighs in relief before saying, "Glad to have you back on my side." Nixie smiles at him, then turns back to Liam when Scott asks, "Why were you naked?"

Liam gives them both a look, and then says, "It was really hot out that night okay. Let me go." Scott asks, "You're sure you're okay?" Liam nods, and says meekly, "It won't happen again." Nixie senses Scott searching for something when he asks, "You're in complete and total control?" And even if she couldn't hear Liam's heartbeat, which she can, she wouldn't need to in order to pick up on his hesitation before he said, "Yeah. Complete and total."

Stiles and Scott are heading back to the jeep when Liam looks down at his hands. Blood stains from where he'd clawed through the skin to maintain his 'complete and total' control.

He jumps when Nixie puts a hand around his shoulder and says, "It's alright you know. You're still new and young. It takes time." "How much time?" He looks to Scott and says, "I mean… he doesn't…" "Scott's a true alpha, and he's had a lot more time to learn control. You've had a year at best."

She smiles at him, making him relax and smile back. Pulling him forward, she says, "You're doing fine, and there's no shame to be had." "Even for the naked part?" "Well, maybe a little for that, but only for modesty's sake." He chuckles and hops in the back with her in the jeep.

At the Sheriff's station, Jordan is answering phone calls about problems with the power. "Yes mam. We're having trouble with the power as well. It's most likely related to the storm." As he hangs up, he jumps a little as Noah says, "Parrish!" But his excitement dies when the sheriff simply says, "Check the backup generator and make sure it's fueled."

He's about to walk away when Noah says, "And Parrish… Answer the phone."

It was the tone more than anything that finally made Jordan snap and take Nixie's advice. He'd honestly, for the briefest of moments during the summer, thought that she had been the reason that the sheriff stopped giving him actual work, actual assignments. He'd thought that maybe, just maybe, Nixie had asked the sheriff to not put him in any possibly dangerous assignments or cases.

But Nixie, being Nixie… he couldn't hide that suspicion from her for long. He managed to keep it to himself for all of a day, and then she was on him. They were at his place, and he was about to start cooking when she came in, grabbed the pan from his hand, and told him that they weren't eating anything or so much as having a glass of water until he told her what was bugging him.

He supposes he should've known she'd figure it out. She paid attention to everyone she cared about, and not just big things, but the little details too. He didn't even realize that he had done anything different, until Nixie finally told him… "You… you kiss my neck. Right here. All the time when we're alone. Everywhere. But… you haven't… and I know it means something's bothering you. So just tell me and I'll help fix it, whatever it is."

So he confided that the sheriff was keeping him bound to his desk, and when he asked if she might have something to do with it, for the briefest moment she looked truly offended. But then she'd softened her gaze and sighed before saying, "Look. I'm protective. I know that. You know that. Everyone that knows me at all knows that. But you don't see me locking Stiles up in his room whenever I think he might try to go out and do something stupid do you? Or staying glued to Lydia's side twenty-four-seven just because she's a banshee?"

She'd cupped his face in her hands and said, "I love you. And I want you safe and unharmed. That's all true. But you're a cop, and I know that. And I know and expect you to go into dangerous places sometimes. It's part of your job. It's what you do and it's a part of what you were made to do. And I would not do anything to try and undermine that or take away from what you do."

That night he'd made the barest and easiest meal he could… but in the interest of taking her in the living room sooner and keeping her on the couch with him, kissing her until she was breathless and then going back for more. It meant more to him than she could possibly know, that she understood what this job meant to him. That it was a calling to serve and protect.

In bed later, since she'd stayed that night with him, she suggested that he talk to the sheriff about it. "Talk to him. Maybe ask him if someone else is trying to keep you out of harm's way on purpose. And if not, then ask him what the hell gives. You're one of his best officers, if not the best on the force. And if he can't give a good reason for practically benching you, then demand the workload you've strived for back. But… you know… in as respectable a way as you can."

He'd chuckled at her then, but now he was doing it. He couldn't take this anymore.

Stepping into the office, not bothering to knock, he says, "Six months. Six months of directing traffic, doing courthouse security, serving subpoenas, and today I finished a total organizational overhaul of evidence lock-up. Now I'm stuck behind the front desk while there's downed power-lines, a jackknifed tractor-trailer and reports of gunshots downtown. I don't know what I did to lose your trust, but you need every available deputy out there."

Okay, maybe the 'losing his trust' comment was pushing it a bit much. He knew Noah still trusted him. At least, he hoped he was right on that mark. But he was desperate. If he didn't get out of this damn office soon, he was going to go stir crazy.

Noah sighs and says, "Okay, got something for you."

Jordan knows that this was entirely too easy, but he takes the sheet anyway. Sure enough, he looks back at the sheriff with his calmest look of exasperation he can manage, and asks, "A noise complaint?" Noah nods and says, "Yeah. Somebody would make a noise. Somebody else complained about it. Check it out."

He's honestly not at all pleased with this. He's experienced for more. He was in Afghanistan for Christ's sake. But… it was out of the office. He'd get to drive, to inspect a house, to talk to a civilian that wasn't fussing at him over the phone about power lines that he can't possibly fix himself. So he takes it and heads out.

Upon entering the house, it looks completely abandoned, but he shouts out anyway, "Hello? This is the Beacon County Sheriff's department." Nothing.

With his flashlight and gun in hand, he heads down into the basement of this house, looking around. That's when he hears a muffled thud come from somewhere. "Hello? Hello!" More thuds, coming from behind a concrete wall. Stepping up to it, he tries to listen closer, and then jumps when the next thud practically shakes the whole wall.

"Hey! Hey, can you hear me?" More thudding, and maybe the sound of rock and wall crumbling and breaking. Reacting on instinct, Jordan says, "Okay, okay. I'm going to get you out of there. I'm coming right back. Just hang on." He hurries back out to his truck as fast as he can, grabbing a tool with a pointed end attached, and then races back down to the cellar. Putting away his gun and setting his flashlight on the ground, he shouts, "I'm here, I'm here! Back up if you can."

He starts working on beating against the wall, knocking bits and chunks out of it. But almost as soon as he starts, a sort of black ooze starts leaking out of the wall, almost like old and decaying blood or old and sludgy motor oil. Then something knocks against it from the other side, spraying Jordan with the substance, nearly getting it in his eye.

Then a hand bursts through the wall, and it instantly wraps around his throat.

The man, or the werewolf that comes through is huge, with long ass claws that don't even look like normal werewolf claws.

Jordan has a brief moment where he wonders how his life got to the point where he could actually categorize what a normal werewolf claw looks like, but then he growls and yells through his teeth as the werewolf takes those claws and shoves them into his stomach, slicing into him painfully.

His eyes begin to glow. He can feel them. But then… the werewolf's blue eyes start to take on the same orange glow that his normally have, and his own glowing eyes dim back to normal. The werewolf tilts his head and says in a growling voice, "Not a werewolf, but you're something." He drops him on the ground, and then says, "Oh, you're no ordinary creature deputy. But then, neither am I. Not tonight."

And then those claws… or more like talons. They glow a bright neon blue color, and his eyes begin doing the same again. Then the wolf looks at him again and says, "I'll let you live if you answer one question. Where is Scott McCall?"

Jordan didn't even hesitate. He just looked at the wolf and said, "Never heard of him."

"Is it a party?" Nixie sighs as Liam asks the hundredth question in the past fifteen or so minutes. He's trying so hard to figure out what they're all doing at the school library. Stiles glances in the mirror and says, "It's not a party." Nixie had been evading his questions, but eventually just gave up answering him at all. Hence Stiles taking over.

Besides, Nixie was… well, she wasn't sure. She just felt like something wasn't exactly right. She couldn't put her finger on it exactly.

She chalks it up to her anxiety over moving away and seeing less of Jordan, but still can't shake it, even as Liam asks, "Then what's at midnight?" "Your bedtime." Any other time, she would've laughed. Right now, even as she's put it up as her anxiety, she's still trying to figure out what's wrong.

"It's a senior thing. You'll know when you're a senior." Scott mentions having trouble with his phone, so Nixie pulls hers out. And yeah, it's being weird. No signal, and she's pretty sure if she tried right now, none of her apps would work. Not that she has many to begin with, but still.

And then the car gives a sputter from the engine. "Oh, what the hell?" The lights go out, the jeep stops, and Stiles sighs in an exasperated and sad sort of way. Liam asks, "You out of gas?" Stiles sighs again and says, "No. It's electrical. Probably the alternator again." Nixie watches him as he gets out of the jeep angrily. She knows why it's so important to him. It was his mom's. And as much of a pain as it was, he was determined to keep it around.

Scott hops out with him, and Nixie leans forward and focuses on what they're saying. "Whoa, that's a lot of duct tape." Nixie can just picture Stiles' exasperated face before Scott says jokingly, "Kidding. We'll fix it." Stiles nods and Nixie can hear him relax even as he expresses his concern for wanting everyone to be there tonight. Together.

"We'll make it. You got any tools?" "Yeah." And Nixie can't help but grin and laugh a little when she hears Stiles pull out more duct tape to try and fix his ever failing and yet ever faithful jeep.

Liam had been putting in a headphone when she'd glanced at him, but now he says, "Guys." Nixie turns to him, about to ask a question, but then he jumps and she jerks in time to see a bolt of lightning actually come screaming down and slamming into the ground. "Guys!"

"Yeah, give us a second please." Scott adds in, "Liam, stay in the car, okay?" Nixie, faster than werewolves now and still getting faster, pushes Liam to stay seated, and then scrambles out of the jeep and says, "Guys, the lightning."

She can feel it crackle through the air, and jerks Stiles and Scott just an inch or two closer to her side of the vehicle. Away from the lightning strike.

They all jerk to look at it, and then Scott comments, "That was close." "Very close." Nixie looks at both of them, then at the jeep as it starts up again on it's own. Liam sticks his head out the window and asks, "Can we go now?" Nixie gives him a look, to which he slides back into his seat. Then she looks at both of the others and says, "Next time someone says 'Guys' in an urgent tone, respond with a little more urgency aside from, 'give us a second.'"

Stiles just nods, still confused about the whole thing, and then they climb back into the car and head down the road. And Nixie, in spite of having helped her friends avoid electrocution, still can't shake the feeling that something is still very wrong.

When they arrived to pick up Malia, Nixie hopped out and smirked when Malia's dad mentioned owning a gun after Stiles kissed her. The man looks to both her and Malia with a grin, and then comments, "Whenever some boy ends up kissing you, make sure he knows that too." Nixie salutes him, pulling a laugh from the sometimes gruff man. But really, after getting his daughter back and after getting over his need to kill any coyote that got caught in his trap… well, the man was really very nice and sweet.

Nixie pulled her bike over to where the jeep was sitting, and then asked, "She find out?" Stiles shakes his head and says, "No, but we've now decided that we should've left Liam chained to the tree." Nixie laughs a little, and then says, "Listen, I've got to check on some things, but I'll be there soon." Stiles sputters, but Scott nods and says, "See you there."

She nods and takes off, trying to follow her gut and hoping it'll lead her in the direction of wherever some bad shit is apparently happening.

Deaton told her something like this might start happening the closer she got to eighteen. She might just start feeling and sensing when the people she cared about, the people closest to her, were in pain, or trouble, or in need of her presence and aid.

She's not sure if that's what this is, but she sure as hell is going to find out. Because if it is… well, then someone is in serious trouble according to her feeling.

Her gut doesn't start leading her anywhere that she really knows though, so she heads to the station. Maybe Jordan or Noah has some idea about something happening that she just doesn't know about yet, or that even Stiles hasn't heard on his radio yet.

Walking inside and stepping into the office, she smiles when Noah says, "I'm thinking about just giving you an honorary police badge, often as you're here." "Yeah, well, what did you expect? My…" she checks to see that no one is listening, and then says, "boyfriend works here and I happen to be a dragon that needs to be in some sort of constant contact with him."

She frowns at the last part, and Noah comes round his desk and leans on it. "Still having trouble with that?" She nods and says, "It's better than it was… but not by much." "That bother you?" "Not bother really. I mean, it worries me for certain reasons, but I don't really mind the wanting to be near him part. It's the idea that it's… it's necessary that gets me. I mean, that's like co-dependency or something. Like Bella in that second Twilight book when Edward left and she spent like, a bunch of months not doing anything except sitting in her room and mourning him being gone."

Noah gives her a confused look, but she waves it off and says, "You wouldn't even begin to want to read it. Anyway, the point is… I mean, how healthy can that be?" Noah shrugs and says, "Deaton isn't that concerned about it." "Deaton isn't the dragon with a police officer as a boyfriend. Deaton also isn't under the age of eighteen, where he has to concern himself with remaining in a secret relationship until he's of age."

Noah nods at that, and then asks, "Is that really all that's bothering you?"

She ponders telling him about the moving to college, and how it freaks her out that she'll be away from Jordan and Beacon Hills for a good while when that happens. She ponders telling him about the lightning that almost hit Stiles and Scott on the road too.

In the end, she decides it can wait, and presses on with the more important matter. "I'm fine Noah. I do have a question though. Is anything happening tonight?" "What do you mean?" "I don't really know. I just… I have a bad feeling, and it's been getting worse for the past couple of hours." Noah nods and is about to check and see if it looks like anything is happening that she might should be concerned about.

That's when two of his deputies come in, hauling a delinquent that Nixie recognizes, but can't remember the name of. Noah grips her elbow gently and says, "Hang back Nixie." She nods and stays behind the door as Noah looks out to see what's going on.

She hears Noah sigh before he says, "Donovan. You forgot what the judge said, didn't you?" The boy looks confused for a moment, until Noah says, "Next time is jail time."

The boy looks at him in shock and says, "Stilinski, what? Hold up. Come on." Noah just shakes his head, and then asks, "What's he in for?" "B and E. And he was carrying a loaded 38." Noah gives the boy a look, and he sputters, "Okay, it wasn't mine. Sheriff, come on, it wasn't mine." But Noah, with a disappointed look, says, "Book him."

And that's when Donovan loses his shit. Nixie's eyes get wide at how fast his emotional clock seems to turn around. He'd been calm and even sensible sounding, cooperative looking even. Nixie had almost felt sorry for him.

Now… "Oh, you're dead. Hey! Look at me! You're dead! You're dead!" Nixie steps out at that, in front of Noah as Donovan is hauled away.

It was her way, something she was good at. Killing a person's words with a look. Donovan might've been about to say more, but he froze up when he saw the look in her eyes. She knows they weren't glowing. Ever since she'd figured out that it generally happened when she was protecting someone she cared about, or when she was extremely pissed, she'd worked to control that.

That in particular came much easier to her than her need to work on being able to stay separated from Jordan.

Noah puts a hand on her shoulder, and then sighs and asks, "Can anyone tell me, why the hell Parrish isn't back yet?"

She spins to look at him at that, and then asks, "Where's Jordan?" "Nixie…" "Where's Parrish?" Noah insisted that, at least while in the office, she refer to him as either deputy or Parrish. Yeah, she wasn't so great about following that rule. Not that anyone else seemed to mind. It was sort of a known fact that of all the deputies, Jordan was her favorite. Given all the time she spent at the department, no one really found it odd that she had a favorite.

That didn't stop Noah from trying to enforce that rule upon her; even if he knew it was a lost cause. And he was about to tell her that Jordan was probably just spending extra time with a noise complaint civilian, when some muffled static broke through over the radio. "Dispatch… Off… Officer…" It was all Noah caught, but Nixie's stomach twisted uncomfortably at the tone of Jordan's voice over the radio. Looking up at Noah, she says, "We need to go after him. I… I think he's hurt."

Noah looks at her for a moment, and then nods and says, "Grab your bike. Let's go."

Meanwhile, Jordan is leaning up against a metal shelf, trying to stay conscious. He's not really sure he's succeeding though, since Lydia appears in front of him. A banshee appearing in his hallucination. That can't be good.

"Jordan. I'm here. I'm right here. Stay with us." Us? He's about to try to ask who 'us' is, when Nixie is suddenly next to her, looking down at him. Bending down to his level, she kisses his forehead, his temple, over his eyes, the corner of his mouth, and then says, "Stay with me Jordan. Please. Don't leave me." "I… I won't…"

"Parrish? Parrish!"

Noah had told her to stay outside. But at the sound of urgency in his voice, she damn near broke the handle on the door as she scrambled out and raced inside. She followed her feeling, which somehow almost seemed like a line for her to follow at this point, and found them in the basement.

Her heart literally stopped beating at the sight of Jordan slumped against the metal shelves, his eyes rolling back in his head, the gashes and gaping wounds bleeding and open in his chest. Smoke was still coming off of him and out of his wounds, as though they were being cauterized.

Hurrying the rest of the way to him, falling by his side and holding his face in her hands, she tilts it up and says, "Jordan. Jordan please. Wake up. Honey, wake up." She shakes him a little, and his eyes briefly flutter as though to open, but he slumps again, mumbling something about staying with somebody.

Not exactly the most promising response, but it's better than nothing, and she'll take it.

She helps Noah carry him up and out of the house, and then they rush with him to the hospital, to the morgue part of the building, where Melissa is waiting with a cleaned off table and an empty room. Laying him down, Nixie keeps her hands on him, running her fingers gently through his hair, while Melissa and Noah talk.

She snaps her head up when Melissa comments, "I thought you said you were going to keep him on desk duty." "That was on purpose?" They both look at her, to which Noah sighs and says, "Yes. Until we know more about…" "He's your best deputy, and more than that, he's never actually hurt anyone, except the person who tried to burn him alive."

Shaking her head, she says, "He deserves better than that." Noah sighs, and then says, "It was just a minor noise complaint." Melissa looks him over and asks, "He's not on fire is he?" Nixie shakes her head and says, "The room was cold, all except for him." Melissa nods and says, "Then maybe this is good. Maybe it's part of his healing process." Nixie nods, finding that little tidbit relieving if nothing else.

She gasps though when Jordan suddenly jerks upright, growling and eyes glowing as he rights himself and hops off the table. Noah's first reaction, to Nixie's horror, is to pull out his gun and have it aimed at Jordan while keeping Melissa behind him. "NO!"

She rounds the table to stand between the gun and Jordan. Noah flicks his gaze to her and says, "Nixie, you need to step back. He might…" "He's not dangerous! He never has been! He's not going to hurt anyone! Just put the damn…"

Warm arms wrap around her, one firmly around her waist, and the other across her chest and locking onto her opposite shoulder. His face is buried in her neck the next moment, and Nixie's eyes widen slightly in surprise before she sighs and asks, "Jordan?" "I'm alright." He kisses her neck, tugging a little at the skin. She knows it's for himself right now, to affirm she's there in his arms and that the world is on it's right side again. Still… it takes everything in her to not close her eyes and sigh or give a small moan at the feeling.

When he loosens his grip, she turns in his arms and hugs him tightly, hiding her own face against his neck. He holds her back just as tightly, and then sighs and looks up as Melissa asks, "You alright deputy?" He ponders all of that for a moment, and then leans back from Nixie to look at himself. Some of his blood is now smudged on her jacket, but Nixie doesn't care. She reaches forward to touch where his scars had been. Now nothing is there, except the blood staining his skin to show that he had in fact been injured.

Then she jerks her head up when he says, "Scott." He looks down at her anxious face, and then to the Sheriff and he says, "We need to find Scott."

As soon as Melissa is certain that he's stable, which she doesn't take a long time checking considering it's her son that they apparently need to find, Jordan explains about the werewolf he found, how huge he was, and about his claws. "They were different. Twice the size of Scott's. They… they looked more like talons." Nixie leans back and looks down at her own hand. She had talons.

Jordan takes her hand in his though and says, "Not like yours." He offers her a gentle smile, and then turns back to Melissa when she says, "If that's the worst part, that doesn't sound too bad." Jordan nods, "It's worse. They did something to me." When Noah looks at him confused, Jordan explains, "I don't know how to describe it other than it felt as if the life was being drawn out of me through them. Through the claws."

"Talons." All three look at Nixie as she makes that gentle comment. She was staring off at a wall, only half a part of the conversation. Jordan grips her shoulders though, pulling her back. "Hey. Not like yours." "Are you sure he was a werewolf?" "Positive." "How?" "Because his face was shifted, the same way Scott's and Liam's do." "But I've never…" "Yes you have. When you punched Peter Hale in the face." "But…"

Jordan grips her chin gently in his fingers and says, "They were not like yours. Yours match your scales. Yours are only a little longer than Scott's claws. Yours don't glow neon blue. And yours actually look elegant and beautiful. His looked grotesque and… almost like they weren't even meant to be a part of him." He gives her a firm stare until she finally relaxes and nods. Then he turns back to Melissa who asks, "And… now he's looking for Scott?" Jordan nods and says, "Which got me thinking about what this guy can do. The rule is you have to kill an alpha to steal their power, right?"

Melissa nods, but says, "I think it's different for Scott though. Didn't Deaton…" She looks to Nixie for confirmation, and Nixie nods and says gently to Jordan, "You can't steal a true alpha's power." Jordan looks down at her, and then says grimly, "I think this guy can."

Nixie pales slightly at his words, and then snaps her head towards the door. "Liam!" The boy in question pauses outside the door, and then sighs and steps inside. "Um… yeah?" "You wait for me." Turning to Melissa, she says, "I'll find him. If he's not at the school, he's with Kira. I have a jacket of hers in my bike, so I can find her scent if I have to and so can Liam."

She turns to go, but Jordan catches her arm. "Jordan… I…" "I know." That doesn't stop him from pulling her back in for a kiss.

She knows Noah has purposefully turned his gaze away. She knows Melissa, in spite of everything, is probably grinning at the two of them. Jordan's hands find her waist and squeeze as he holds her, his warm hands sending chills up her spine. Liam tries to clear his throat, but Nixie pays him no mind. Her fingers run through Jordan's hair until he finally pulls back from her.

Brushing his nose against hers, he says, "Come back to me. You understand?" And Nixie smiles and says, "Always." He actually grins at that, and then releases her reluctantly as she hurries over to Liam.

As soon as they reach the school, Nixie's head jerks as she hears the slashing of claws. Liam darts to follow, but Nixie shoves his shoulder and says, "Find Stiles and Malia. Get help! Go!" He doesn't question her. He just runs as fast as he can.

Nixie turns and finds her way to the underpass, making it out of the rain and gasping at the at least seven foot giant of a werewolf that is attacking Scott and Kira. And Jordan was right. His talons weren't like hers.

Scott's already tossed and rolling on the ground. Kira pulls out her belt, turning it into a sword, and then takes him on while Nixie rushes to Scott. "I'm alright. Help her." So Nixie jumps back up and charges at him, talons out, silver eyes glowing, and teeth slightly elongated. She wasn't sure if there would ever be more to her transformation than that. If there was, it wouldn't come until she'd officially turned eighteen.

Regardless, her talons are like steel, and rip through his arm when he swings it down to try and crack Kira's skull. He roars and manages to shove Kira aside, but Nixie is still on him. Slashing at his chest. She kicks his legs out from under him, and then sails down on him, clawing at his face and saying, "You should've left my deputy alone."

That when his big ass talons find her back, digging in and scrapping through her skin. The roar that leaves her in pained, like that of a dinosaur almost, or a pterodactyl if you want to be really specific. Then he throws her off and into the wall nearby.

"True Alpha? Where's your power Scott?"

Scott jumps to attention, shifted and ready to fight. "Who are you?" "A devoted fan. Show me the man who took down Deucalion and broke the Argents. I came for that alpha. Come on!" And Scott goes after him, but even when hurt, the man just seems to keep coming. Kira and Nixie both charge him again, Nixie going as far as to climb up his back and wrap her arms around his neck in an attempt to choke him out.

He grabs her arms and pries them off, though it takes all of his effort and provides Kira with the opportunity to lay a few more good blows. But he eventually breaks her grip and throws her off and into the wall again, soon followed by Kira.

"And I didn't come just to claim your status." And just as he's about to lay another blow to Scott, Nixie jerks when she hears another growl from the other side of the underpass. The new werewolf snarls and attacks the werewolf with them. But even he isn't a match.

Nixie isn't sure why, but she doesn't like him. He appeared too suddenly, too perfectly timed. And… well, she just doesn't like him.

The werewolf's claws begin glowing, and he shoves them into Scott's chest. And for a brief moment, she thinks she's about to lose another friend. Scrambling to her feet again, blood staining the ground heavily around her, she slashes at his back and shouts, "LET HIM GO!" The wolf's free hand wraps around her throat, squeezing harshly. Her scales, which rarely ever come out, shift beneath her skin, harden her position beneath his hand and claws, and prevent him from even so much as bruising her windpipe.

That doesn't take the sting out of hitting the pavement again when he throws her harshly to the side, right as Malia, Stiles, and Liam all burst onto the scene, snarling and growling too. Stiles rushes to her side to help her up, and they both watch as Scott's eyes glow again, and he breaks the wolf's arm, tears off his talons, and then offers him the choice to stay and be broken some more, or run.

Stiles can't help it. He says, "I'd run."

Then comes the meet and greet with Theo, whom Nixie doesn't remember in the slightest. She feels a little better though when Stiles immediately starts questioning why the hell he's suddenly here.

"We haven't seen this kid in years. You don't find that highly suspicious?" Nixie shoots her hand up and says, "I do." Stiles puts an arm around her shoulders, but then instantly pulls back when she cringes. Pulling his jacket tighter around her body, she looks at everyone and says, "I'll be alright. Jordan can fix it when I see him later. Or Melissa, if he thinks I should see her. Moving on. Highly suspicious."

Scott rolls his eyes and says, "I'm kind of more concerned about the guy who just tried to kill me."

Malia's phone goes off, and everyone instantly pauses. A brief silence, and then Malia says, "I'm in." Stiles hugs her tight, and then Malia looks to Nixie and says, "I passed." Nixie nods and then hugs her too, ignoring every other pain as Malia hugs her back just as tight. Stiles sputters and tries to make Malia loosen her grip a little, but Nixie doesn't care. It's worth it.

"Thank God. Where have you guys been? The whole senior class is here." Everyone turns as Lydia approaches them. She gives them all a look and then asks, "Are we doing this or not?" Everyone nods and laughs, and as Lydia takes Nixie's arm in hers, she asks, "What happened?" "I'll tell you after. Promise. Let's enjoy this right now." "Right."

As they're all sighing their initials, Malia pauses as she tries to decide which last name to put. Nixie stops too, because she has the same issue to face. The world knows her as Nixie Haven. And she loved the last name she chose for herself.

But she was a Bennett. Her mother's last name was still Bennett. And even though her mother was a patient that actually belonged in Eichen House… she wasn't ashamed of her mother. It wasn't her fault that her brain… well, snapped. And right up until the point where she actually couldn't be trusted to take care of Nixie… she had done everything she could for her daughter.

Malia puts a T for her last initial, and Nixie smiles as she finally writes N. B. for hers. Stiles smiles at her gently as they make way for Scott, who puts his initials, and Alison's initials. It was bittersweet, but what Stiles said was true. She would've been there with them. Lydia wrapped Nixie in a hug and said, "She still is." Nixie hugs her back, and then they head off back down the stairs.

As soon as Lydia is informed of the attack, she pulls Nixie aside and demands to see the damage. Covering her mouth at the sight of the gashes, she says, "You have to tell…" "Lydia, I'm going to see Jordan right now. Even if I didn't want to tell him, he'd see it for himself." Turning to her as she pulls the jacket back on, she smiles and says, "I'll be alright. This just adds to the collection."

Lydia gives her a look, and Nixie shrugs before hugging her tight and saying, "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" "Yeah." "Alright. Night Lydia." "Goodnight Nixie."

At Jordan's apartment, even though it was well past midnight, he had prepared some chopped up steak bites and greens for them to eat when Nixie arrived. He knew she might be hungry, and it also gave him something to do while waiting for her. Aside from pace.

When she walked in, he sighed in relief and asked, "Scott?" "He's fine." Jordan breathed another sigh of relief, but then jerked his attention back to her when she sighed and said, "I'm… well, not as fine."

She ends up on the counter in his bathroom for the next hour, Jordan tending to her wounds. "These are pretty deep." "I know. I've had worse though." Jordan pauses, and then sighs and says, "I know. Doesn't make this any easier." When he's done, Nixie turns around and says, "Sorry."

He stares at her for a moment, and then gingerly runs one finger purposefully down her side and ribs. She giggles and says, "Don't." Jordan grins, and then pulls her in close and says, "I don't expect you to be sorry. You didn't do anything wrong. I meant that knowing you've had worse didn't make it any easier for me to be happy about that guy just getting to run off."

Nixie smiles and hugs him tight, and then sighs when he starts kissing her neck. He tugs at the skin, smiling when she moans softly at the attention. "Jordan…" He hums against her in response, and then kisses the corner of her mouth before whispering, "I love you." "I love you too." And they stand there kissing for a good while. At least until Nixie's stomach grumbles and reminds her that she's hungry.

Laughing, she pulls away and says, "Um… I guess…" "I'll put the plates in the microwave. Come on and have a seat."

Though they hadn't planned on her staying at his house that night, what with it being a school night now and all, she didn't want to be away from him and he didn't want to let her go either. So she texted Noshiko to let her know, and then crawled into bed next to him.

She could've been beaten, broken, and knocked around twenty different ways to Sunday, and so long as she was in his arms, she swears she would still always be able to find the most peaceful rest she'll ever have.

So, here is chapter 1! For those wondering, there will be a total of 10 chapters for this half of the season. Hope you're enjoying so far. Chapter 2 soon to follow.