Scott and Stiles were sitting at the table in Scott's dining room eating frozen pizza. It was just the two of them; Melissa and Sheriff Stilinski were with Chris, helping him through his grieving. Isaac was god knows where. Lydia was at home, mourning too. Everyone was mourning. Allison was a constant in everyone's lives, and now that she was...gone, it made the group deflate. Even though they had defeated the Nogitsune, it feels like they didn't win anything at all. Scott and Stiles had barely spoken three words to each other. Scott felt empty, while Stiles felt guilty. After hours of silence, they just decided to eat, without really saying anything. Both were broken, even more than they were before.
A knock sounded on the door. Neither moved for a few seconds, before Stiles said he would get it. He slowly got up from the chair and walked to the door. He opened it to expect Isaac or Lydia, but he wasn't prepared for who was really at the door.
Stiles was stunned for a moment before he said "Jackson?"
Jackson, in all his cocky glory, gave Stiles a perfect smirk. "Stilinski, you look like crap" Jackson said as he walked in through the door. "As usual"
Stiles didn't respond, but said "What are you doing here?"
Jackson leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets. "London was fun, but I thought you guys must have been missing me, so I came back" Jackson shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal.
"No, no" Stiles said. "What are you doing here, at Scott's house? Does Lydia know your back?"
At the mention of Lydia's name, Jackson's shoulders tensed and his smirk faded a little. He recovered quickly though. "No, I thought it would be a surprise for everyone." he said, avoiding the first question.
Jackson straightened up a little and cleared his throat. "Where's McCall?"
As if on cue, Scott walked in. "What's going-?" Scott cut himself off when he saw the smiling werewolf at the door. Scott's face portrayed one of shock and confusion. "Jackson?"
Jackson's smirk grew. He took his hands out of his pockets and lifted his arms up. "Why does no one look happy to see me?"
"A lot's happened since you left" Stiles said, already annoyed and irritated by Jackson's presence.
"I wasn't gone that long" Jackson said with a sneer. Stiles didn't say anything, but he gave Jackson a look that says you don't even know.
Scott did his best to put a smile on his face. "How've you been Jackson?"
Jackson seem'd to appreciate the question. "You know" Jackson said with a sideways smile. "Wolfy"
Scott smiled, and nodded his head like he understood.
Jackson furrowed his eyebrows. "You look like crap to" he said to Scott. He looked back at Stiles to Scott again. "Why does everyone look like crap?"
Stiles patted his shoulder while walking into the living room. "Like I said" he said. "You've missed a lot."
Scott joined Stiles on the couch while Jackson sat down on the chair.
"What did I miss then?" Jackson questioned.
Scott and Stiles looked at each other. Stiles rubbed his chin. "Well it all started when the summer after you left…
"So this...Nogitsune?" Jackson asked. Stiles and Scott nodded their heads. Jackson continued. "Was killing people in Stiles body?" Scott shook his head. "Not really killing as much as making...chaos" Scott clarified. Allison's lifeless body turned up in Scott's mind when he said that. There was death, Scott thought. He couldn't deny it, he just didn't know how Jackson would react about Allison's death. Did he already know? No, he didn't Scott had clarified. He would have said something.
After a minute of silence, Jackson shook his head, almost angry. "Well way to go Stilinski, you killed half the town" Jackson said with a sneer.
"Hey-" Scott cut in, but Stiles was already talking.
"Oh yeah? Well I think I know a certain person who was running around town paralyzing and killing people for his master. Like a little puppet" Stiles spat out the last word.
"Guys-"
"I was under influence, I couldn't control it" Jackson said just as snarkingly.
"And you think I could? I didn't choose it Jackson, it just happened. It was you who was just dying for the bite. You brought it to yourself"
"That's not why I wanted it"
"Then why Jackson? Why would you want that?" Stiles questioned.
Jackson didn't reply at first. Then he said "Super speed, amazing hearing, spectacular strength" he listed. He shrugged his shoulders. "What's not to like?"
"How about turning into a bloodthirsty werewolf once a month? Or how no matter where you go, you have to keep that secret with you everywhere? How you're always in some kind of trouble? How it could get your friends hurt, or even killed?" Stiles said, coming to a full-blown shout at the end. Jackson looked at Stiles with a look of shock and surprise, both because he didn't think Stiles had the guts to yell at him, and about what he said.
Jackson once again furrowed his eyebrows. "Did something happen while I was gone?" he asked.
"A lot of things happened" Stiles said not so gently.
"No, did something happen to someone? Is someone hurt? Is someone.."
Ding-dong.
Scott wanted to roll his eyes. Why does everyone want to come to his house?
"I'll get it" Scott said, standing up and walking out of the tense room. He opened the door to see another person he did not expect seeing. Another person to make things much more complicated.
"Where's Stiles?" A crying Lydia asked. Her make-up was running and her lips were quivering. She only had on a pink sweater on over a green dress, and it was well under forty degrees out.
"Lydia I don't think this is the-" before Scott could finish Lydia was barging through the door.
"I know he's here" Lydia said. "Stiles! I had another nightmare. Stiles?" Lydia yelled up the stairs. She then walked into the living room.
"Stiles can I talk-" the words died on her lips when she saw the person sitting across from him. She gasped loudly and clutched her sweater tighter.
Jackson's eye widened in panic, mirroring Lydia's, who still had her mouth open, tears streaming down her cheeks. She closed her mouth and gulped loudly. "Jackson?"
