Notes: This follows up on most of the events that happened in the actual show, except that Jackson was not saved by Lydia. The fact that he had others fighting to save him made him realize he was not alone, hence his transition from the Kanima to a werewolf.

PS. Sorry for any mistakes, I wrote this on the spur of the moment. Stackson is my crackship and now that Colton is leaving the show, this is kind of my way of coping. Hopefully this will fill the huge void that has formed in me for not having Jackson in the show anymore.

Today's the first full moon since Jackson's transformation. All the werewolves were on the edge. Stiles could feel their agitation. Scott couldn't keep still beside him. Now that Scott and Allison had broken up, Stiles worried that his best friend would lose control tonight. And even though he would never admit this out loud, he was also a little concerned for Jackson.

Derek had assured him that he would take care of everything, yet Stiles couldn't help but worry, remembering what happened on Scott's first full moon.

He looks over his shoulder and looks at Jackson. The blonde is completely distracted, relentlessly chewing on the tip of his pencil, not paying attention to a single word that Mr. Harris is saying. Jackson turns his head and meet Stiles' stare.

"What?" Jackson whispers impatiently, glaring at Stiles.

"Nothing." Stiles quickly turns around, averting any more eye contact.

The bell rings, and as Stiles walks out of the classroom with Scott and Jackson following a little behind, he sees Derek's three betas waiting for them.

They all walk together to the parking lot, where Derek is waiting.

"What is this, some kind of werewolf convention?" Stiles snorts.

"Shut up, Stiles." Derek shoots a menacing glare at him. Erica chuckles.

"You all know that tonight's the full moon, and in the light of recent events…" Derek pauses to glance at both Scott and Jackson, "it's important that we all gather in the train station. I will bound you all with chains, in case any of you lose control."

"But I already have control over my wolf. Even in the full moon." Scott whines.

"Yeah. But that was before, when you had Allison as your anchor. Now, you are too unstable. I can't take any chances." Scott is about to say something back to Derek, but Derek adds, "Unless you want to go through what happened on your first full moon."

Scott looks at Stiles, remembering how he had almost attacked his best friend that night.

"Okay." Scott mumbles.

"Jackson." The blonde tenses as his Alpha mentions his name. "Since this is your first full moon, you will need more restraints than the rest of them. I'm not going to lie. Tonight will not be pleasant."

Jackson looks nervously at Derek, but finally manages to nod his head in affirmation.

"Can't we just inject ketamine into his system? Like Isaac did last time?" Stiles suggests, with some hopeful enthusiasm.

Jackson glowers at him.

Derek sighs. "No, Stiles. We are not doing that."

"Why not? It would work."

"It would, but then we would have the same problem in the next full moon." Derek says, with a condescending tone.

"Fine. So when are we meeting?" Stiles asks, defeated.

Derek and his betas look at him like he is insane. "You are not coming. Well, you are, but you are not going to stay for the full moon. It's too dangerous." Derek says.

"What? Then why am I here?" Stiles looks at him indignantly.

"We need to ask you a favor." Isaac replies, smirking at him.

Stiles arrives at the abandoned train station with a bag of mountain ash that Dr. Deaton gave him. Derek was waiting for him.

"Where are the others?" Stiles questions, looking around the empty and creepy space.

"They are all chained up." Derek nonchalantly replies.

"The moon is going to be up in a while, so you better hurry." Derek adds.

"Jeez. Would it kill you to say 'please'?" Stiles asks, but Derek just ignores him and goes back inside an abandoned train.

"Sourwolf" Stiles mumbles as he starts to move around, starting to make the circle of mountain ash.

Stiles is halfway done with the circle when he hears clanging of metal followed by a loud roar.

"Derek?" Stiles whispers nervously.

The clanging becomes louder and louder, more incessant.

"Derek! Something's happening!" Stiles exclaims, exasperated.

Derek gets out of the train and looks around, a little puzzled.

"What's going on? I thought you had everything under control." Stiles asks, unable to hide the fear in his voice.

"It's Jackson…" Derek sounds a little concerned. "He shouldn't be reacting like this yet. The moon is still not at its peak…"

"Maybe it's because he used to be a Kanima…" Stiles says, relaxing now that Derek's by his side.

"It could be. He might be more sensitive to the pull of the moon. His desire to kill might be heightened because of his transition from being the Kanima." Derek starts making his way back to the train.

"What? Where are you going?" Stiles reaches out for Derek's shoulder.

Derek looks at Stiles then at the hand resting on his shoulder then at Stiles, then at Stiles again. Stiles immediately takes back his hand, smiling nervously at the werewolf.

"I need to be alone. Away from any distraction." he pauses, looking at Stiles accusingly.

"What about Jackson? He is losing it back there!" Stiles yells.

"Everything's fine. I made sure he has enough restraints to keep him contained." Derek says. "And that shouldn't be your main concern, you need to focus on completing the circle, before the moon reaches its peak."

Stiles just frowns as Derek disappears back to the train. Stupid werewolves. A 'please' wouldn't hurt anyone.

Stiles continues to move around, leaving trails of mountain ash behind him. He is almost done with it when he starts to get an eerie feeling.

Something was off. The sound of clanging metal had stopped. The whole empty train station was silent – too silent.

Stiles fretfully looks around the area, and that's when he spots a set of bright blue eyes glowing in a dark corner, getting bigger and bigger.

"Fuck." he swears under his breath.