Chapter 1: Tattoo
AN: Here it is, the much-awaited sequel to Carry On Wayward Winchester. In Wayward Werewolves, as the McCall pack deals with the Darrach and Alpha Pack, Jameson goes to war with a person from her past. I hope you all enjoy this chapter!
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective:
"Boy it's a good thing you drew me a picture," the tattoo artist said sarcastically. I snickered. I had to agree with him, Scott's design was pretty basic.
"Hey, Scott," Stiles called to our friend, "Sure you don't want something like this?"
He held up a picture of humanoid lizard creature. Scott gave him a look before flicking his eyes over to me. I grinned and whacked Stiles upside the head.
"Ow! Okay, I get it, too soon."
Scott chuckled.
"I don't know man, are you sure about this?" Stiles asked rubbing the back of his head, "These things are pretty permanent, you know?"
"You're really against this, aren't you?" I asked Stiles.
"Yes! Okay, I'm against him getting a tattoo," He said to me before turning to Scott, "You're permanently marking your body, dude. It's going to be there forever."
"I think it's because you're just too chicken to get one yourself." I taunted him. Stiles started sputtering causing Scott to laugh.
"I'm not changing my mind." Scott said resolutely once he calmed down.
"Okay, but why two bands?" Stiles asked.
"I just like it."
"But don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning, you know, or something?"
"Getting a tattoo means something." Scott answered. Stiles began stress laughing again.
"I don't think that's…"
"He's right," the tattoo artist interrupted Stiles, "Tattooing goes back thousands of years. The Tahitian word 'tatua' means 'to leave a mark.' Like a right of passage."
"Yeah, see? He get its." Scott added.
"He's covered in tattoos, Scott, literally. Jameson, help me out," Stiles said looking to me," What does your tattoo mean?"
"Tattoos." I corrected before turning to give the boys my side profile. I pulled back my hair and pinned my ear down with my other hand.
"What it that? Is that a pentagram?" Stiles asked getting closer.
"It's an anti-possession tattoo. It keeps the skanky-ass demons from wearing me like a dress to prom. However, the design has meaning, it's a family crest." I said letting my ear move back in place before turning again to face away from them. I lifted my tri-color hair higher to let the boys see my other tattoo, "These are the first letters of my family's first name intertwined with our last name. And the third…"
"You have 3?" Scott asked in surprise, "Where is it?"
I grinned to myself and spun around. I walked closer to Scott and leaned down to whisper in his ear.
"Maybe one day you'll get lucky and find out."
I heard Scott's breath hitch and my grin turned into a smirk. I loved messing with him.
"What?" Stiles asked," Wait, no if she had to whisper it I don't want to know."
"That's probably for the best," I said taking a seat on the arm of the chair Scott was in.
"Okay, are you ready now?" the tattoo artist asked. Scott took a deep breath and settled nervously into his chair.
"You don't got any problems with needles do ya?" the tattoo artist asked. Scott still seemed a little nervous as he eyed the thing and I slipped my fingers into his free hand. He gave me a grateful squeeze.
"Nope," he answered. The tattoo artist nodded and turned on the needle.
"I tend to get a little squeamish though," Stiles rambled, "So…what is happening?"
Stiles took a closer look at the needle, he swayed once and then down he went.
"I told him to wait in the Jeep. " I said rising up a little from the armrest.
"Shouldn't we…" Scott asked.
"Nope, I told him not to come. He can just lie there for a bit." I said squeezing Scott's reassuringly, "Besides if I wake him up, he'll just faint again."
Scott chuckled. We fell into silence all except the buzz of the tattoo needle.
"So really, where is the third tattoo?" Scott asked after a while. I leaned in to whisper into his ear.
"That would be too easy, McCall. You're going to have to put in all the hard work to get me naked if you really want to know what it is."
Scott blushed bright red. I snickered before pushing myself off the chair to check on Stiles.
~Carry On~
After about 10 minutes Stiles came to, and the tattoo artist let me go in the back and get him an ice pack for his head. I sat Stiles by the door and propped it open and made him hold the ice against the back of his head before returning to Scott. His tattoo took about another hour after that. Scott paid up and we head back out to the Jeep. Stiles opened his door to let me hop in the back before getting in himself. Very awkwardly by the way, because he refused to put down the icepack to so he could get in his car.
"You okay?" Stiles asked Scott once he got situation.
"It kind of burns."
"Yes, you just had your skin stabbed about 100,000 times with a needle."
"Yeah, but I don't think it's supposed to feel like this." Scott said before turning his head to me, "James?"
"It should hurt yeah, but I'm pretty sure burning is bad. He must have used bad needles or something."
"I knew he looked sketchy," Stiles exclaimed.
"Oh, God!" Scott hissed in pain, "No, it's definitely not supposed to feel like this. I got to take this thing off."
"I got it," I said leaning over the seat to unwrap the gauze.
"No, no, no, no, Scott. Jameson, please stop."
I finally got the bindings off and got a good look of at his tattoo. Was it fading into his skin?"
"Shit!" I exclaimed.
"Oh, no, what?" Scott said in shock as he watch his tattoo disappear, "No, no, come on. It healed."
"Thank God," Stiles exhaled, "I hated it."
Scott looked at him completely offended, and then turned back to me. I grinned at Stiles, who sighed and braced himself.
"Just not the head, okay Jay?"
"Granted," I said before slugging his shoulder.
"Ow! God!"
I ignored Stiles sounds of pain and looked back at Scott. He nodded and began pulling his seatbelt across himself. Stiles eventually calmed down and turned on the Jeep and heads towards Scott's place.
"So have you talked to Allison lately?" Stiles asked once we got on to the highway. I rolled my eyes with a groan and plopped my head down on the back of the seat. Scott shot me a look in the rearview mirror, before turning to Stiles.
"Nah, we agreed to give each other the summer. No text, no calls."
"So then how do you she won't be back at school then?"
Awesome. This is the same conversation they have had all summer and honestly it could could go on forever. I closed my eyes and tried to go to my happy place. Riding horses with a young Clint Eastwood across the West.
"After everything that happened, I'm not sure she's coming back at all."
"I think she is." Stiles said pretty assuredly. Something in his tone broke into my happy place and my eyes snapped open, "I'd say pretty definite, you know. Like 100%."
Stiles nodded his head at something past Scott before raising his finger to clarify his motion. I stuck my head in the front of the car and looked out Scott's window to see Allison Argent with Lydia. That traitorous bitch! She said she was staying in today, which is why she couldn't help me with staining my dresser.
"Oh, my God!" Scott exclaims when Allison notices us. He ducks down in his seat, like that will eradicate the awkwardness of the situation. Lydia turns to see what her friend is freaking out about and I move to make myself more noticeable and narrow my eyes at her. She at least has the decency to look sheepish.
"Can we just drive please, Stiles?"
"It's a red light, dumbass." I said to Scott shaking my head at him.
"Not helping, James," Stiles said shoving me back, "I think we should talk to her. I just think we should say something."
"No." Scott begged, "No, no, Stiles, come on."
"I'm just going to say hi," Stiles said reaching across Scott to roll down his window.
"Yeah, and tell Lydia she and I will have words." I called from the back seat.
"Shut-up James." Stiles yelled back over Scott's begging, "Hey!"
Neither girl looked at him. Lydia just slammed on her gas pedal and peeled out. I hope the Sheriff gets her. Stiles looked a bit deflated by the brush off.
"You know, they probably didn't see us." He said. Scott gave him an exasperated look.
"You're probably right." I agreed with him, "It is rather dark out."
"Again, with the sarcasm." Stiles said annoyed. I just shrugged. The light turned green and Stiles pulled away from the light.
"What are you doing?" Scott asked.
"I'm driving." Stiles said confused.
"We're right behind them."
"We're kind of the only people on the road Scott and this is the way into town." I reminded him.
"I just don't want it to look like we're following them."
"Well unless they're going to your house, that won't be a problem."
"James!" Scott whined.
"Jameson's right Scott and besides there aren't any exits. What do you want me to do?"
"I don't know. Anything!"
"Okay," Stiles said before slamming on the breaks. A moment later, Lydia stops too.
"What the hell are they doing?" I asked leaning forward.
"I don't know," Stiles said. Then all of the sudden this deer comes out of nowhere and runs right into the Lydia's car.
"Shit!" I exclaim. The boys scramble out of the car and I flip myself over the back of their seat to follow suit. I jump out and catch up to Stiles.
"Are you okay?" Scott asked the girls as we came up on their car.
"It came out of nowhere." Lydia says stumbling over to me and Stiles.
"Are you hurt?" Stiles asks her.
"It ran right into us." Lydia said in shock.
"Are you okay?" Scott asked Allison.
"I'm okay." She replied.
"Well, I'm not okay!" Lydia yelled, "I am totally freaking out. How the hell does it just run into us?"
"Lydia! Lydia," I said grabbing both her arms forcing her to look at me, "You need to calm down. Deep breaths. Come on."
She nods and begins the breathing exercise.
"Good… now name all the Presidents."
"Washington, Adams, Jefferson…"
"Stiles," I said motioning him over, he quickly obeys, "Now Lydia tell Stiles the Presidents."
She nods and continues down the list. I smile in encouragement before turning towards the car. I see Scott moving towards the front and follow after him. He reached the deer first and had an interesting look on his face.
"What? Are you getting something?"
"He was scared" He said before reaching out to touch the buck, "Actually terrified."
"I wonder what he was running from?" I asked looking down the road.
~Carry On~
Beep! Beep!
I rolled over and hit the alarm clock on its head. I really hated that thing. I felt Scott stir next him.
"Shh…Go back to sleep you still have another half hour." I told him.
"Okay," He said before rolling back over. I threw my legs over the bed and stood up. I made my way into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I saw what looked to be the print from the SAT book I was looking over tattooed on my face. Great! I sighed and walked back into Scott room to grab my clothes for today and my shower supplies from my bag. I headed back into the bathroom and took a quick shower.
Once I was all scrubbed, I got out and dried myself off. Since I didn't have a hair dryer I just braided my purple, pink, and blonde hair. I put on my underclothes before throwing my dress over them. It was a black sundress, that was cut like a baby-doll shirt except it had thin straps instead of sleeves, and it was longer in the back than the front. When Lydia had first pulled it off the rack I was all prepared to hate it, but it seemed totally me once I got it on. Plus I knew that Dean would hate it if he saw it, and that always made me feel good about something.
I left the bathroom and put my stuff away before heading downstairs to make breakfast. First, I started the coffee knowing I would need to bring a thermos to Stiles who undoubtedly stayed up all night researching deer related accidents. After seeing that the machine was actually cooperating with me today, I moved on to the fridge to grab the milk and syrup. Dropping those off, I search the cabinets for pans and the other ingredients.
I started mixing the ingredients for pancakes and threw in some cinnamon in for good measure. I turned on the stove and sprayed the pan before placing it over the burner. I poured some of the mix in to make one large pancake. I looked up at the clock on the stove, 6:45.
"Scott!"
~Carry On~
Scott's Perspective:
"Scott!" Jameson called from downstairs, "You up?"
"Yeah," I called down back to her mid pull up.
"Okay, breakfast should be done soon. And we have to stop by the Stilinski house, your mom wants pictures."
"Okay!" I said dropping down to the ground. I place the book I was reading down next to the others Jameson and I had read through in the past few months. She really has helped me a lot with my efforts to make this year better than the last. Mostly I think it's because she needed something to occupy her time since Stiles said she couldn't go on hunting trips. He hadn't wanted his dad to get suspicious about her again.
My computer beeped letting me know my word of the day had popped up. I moved around the small stand to see what it was.
"Ephemeral, lasting for a short time. Transient. Momentary." I looked down on the spot on my arm where my tattoo should have been, "Ephemeral."
~Carry On~
After I got dressed, I headed downstairs to eat breakfast. James had made pancakes. I loved when she made pancakes. So did my mom, she made the comment once that she wished that she had gotten to Jameson before the Sheriff did. Jameson laughed but said that the Stilinski men would be completely lost without her. Which is true, at least in Stiles' case, he has included her in about everything we did together this summer. And when she wasn't there, he seemed a bit out of balance; well we seemed a bit out of balance.
We headed back to her house and the Sheriff took pictures of Stiles, Jameson, and I for my mom. He took two of the three of us and then one of just me and Stiles. He also took a couple pictures of Jameson and Stiles. The Sheriff looked really happy as he took their pictures, happier than I have seen him in a while.
After pictures Jameson gave Stiles the Thermos of coffee, before hopping on my bike with me. Stiles protested, something about Jameson's dress. She just ignored him and told me to go. I flicked down my visor and headed towards the school. I pulled into the bike parking, feeling quite proud of my new ride until I turned to my left and saw two brand new Ducati's. I got off with a sigh and turned to help Jameson get off.
"Thank-you." She said as she got both feet on the ground. I smiled, and we fell back into that awkward silence that seemed to follow us lately.
"So…"
"Yeah, well I have to go meet Lydia, something about a grand entrance or whatever." Jameson said as she let her hair loose of the braid she had it in. She shook her hair and it came loose in waves.
"Okay, I'll see you in English, then." I said trying to restart the conversation.
"Yeah," Jameson said, and that awkward moment returned, "Well I'm just gonna go, umm…if you see Isaac tell him he's in trouble."
A flash of some unidentifiable emotion flashed through me, the force of it surprised me. I shook it off and nodded.
"Yeah, sure."
"Thanks, McCall." She said before spinning on her heel and going in search of Lydia. I sighed and went to go find Stiles.
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective:
"Are we seriously teen movie-ing our entrance?" I asked Lydia.
"Of course, we need to remind them all who's on top." Lydia said powdering her nose. I gave her a look.
"On top of what? High School? "
"Of everything."
"Lydia, maybe after everything that's happen we should just slip in quietly." The Argent girl said.
"Our entrance will set the stage for how everyone will see us this year, as strong confident women, who don't let our circumstances control us."
I rolled my eyes, and walked past the pair of them.
"Where are you going?" Lydia asked.
"To look for Isaac," I said pushing both front doors open.
"Come on," I heard Lydia say behind me. I walked in the school could feel Lydia and Allison come up beside me. I turned and gave Lydia a questioning look. She just raised her eyebrow and motioned with her hand.
"Fine, I'll channel my inner Cher Horowitz." I groaned. Over the summer Lydia had made me watch a series of teen movies from the 90s, so I could ready for moments like these. Lydia gave me a pleased smile. I threw my shoulders back, and held my head high before walking down the hallway. I made sure to flip my hair over my shoulder after a few steps.
"Good." I heard Lydia say. I rolled my eyes, and kept on course. As we walked I kept a look out for Isaac. By the time we reached our lockers I hadn't spotted him. I was getting nervous. He just stopped texting me the other day in the middle of a conversation, and that wasn't like him. And with Derek being so secretive all summer, I was ready to go storm Alpha Douche's fortress.
"Freshmen." Lydia said leaning against her locker, "Tons and tons of fresh men."
"You mean fresh boys." Argent clarified, "Lydia they are fourteen."
"Uh, some are more mature than others."
"They're boys Lydia, they can't even spell mature." I reminded her. Lydia gave me a look, trying to hide her amusement.
"It's okay to be single. Focus on yourself for a little while, work on becoming a better person." Allison told her.
"Yeah, Lydia, just ask Scott. It's been doing wonders for him." I said smiling sweetly. Allison narrowed her eyes at me.
"Jameson, heel." Lydia ordered.
"Excuse, me." I said indignantly.
"Chill out." Lydia said, before turning to Argent, "And Allison, I love you. So if you need to do that thing where we talk about me and pretend like we're not actually talking about you, it's totally fine. But I don't want a boyfriend, I want a distraction."
Lydia began looking around for the next poor sap to be wrapped around her finger. After a moment or two, I noticed she was beyond distracted. I looked down the hall to see a pair of twin boys strutting down the hall.
"Brothers?" Allison asked.
"Twins." I answered looking at her like she was stupid.
"Very, very, distracting twins." Lydia said.
"Okay, this is becoming more and more like a chick flick. I'm going to go find Scott and Stiles." I said and pushed off my locker to go find the boys.
"Remember we're having lunch together."
"I'll see what my keeper says." I throw over my shoulder. Which meant I'll be there because Stiles could never say no to Lydia. Hopefully though, I could find Isaac between then and now and escape from Allison's presence.
~Carry On~
Isaac's Perspective:
Mrs. McCall moved away the gauze to look at my cuts the morning after I came into the emergency room.
"Yeah. Yeah, that's healing, visibly." She said, "Wow. They can't see this. Nobody can see this."
"All right, c-cover it up." I told her.
"I-I-I don't think that's going to matter. I mean, you're scheduled for surgery, which is obviously gonna be very confusing for a lot of people."
"Okay, can you do something?" I asked her.
"Me do something?" She asked in shock, "I'm relatively new to all of this. And there's a sheriff's deputy that's stationed right outside the door."
"Have you tried calling Derek?"
"Like, five times. Should I call Jameson? She seems to know what she's doing with… all of this."
"No, you can't call her!" I exclaimed, "Derek says bad things will happen if she gets involved."
"Okay. Well, then do you have any other emergency werewolf contact?" she asked.
"Yeah." I answered, "Call Scott."
~Carry On~
Scott's Perspective:
Stiles and I had got to English early and found seats in the middle of the room. I made sure to save a seat for Jameson when she finally got here. Other students began trickling in, including Lydia and Allison. Lydia led Allison across the room to the window and took a seat there, Allison went to take the seat in front of her but a guy got in her way. She looked around the room for another seat and caught sight of the open seat in front of me. As she started to make her way over to me, I thought about telling her the seat was saved, but I wanted to be close to her. She was almost to the seat, when a flurry of black, pink, purple, and blonde slid into my view. She climbed into the desk from the right and sat down.
"There you are. I've been looking all over for you two." Jameson said. Allison stopped short, flustered by Jameson's sudden appearance. I smiled apologetically at her, and she moved down the aisle to find another open seat. I saw a triumphant smirk flash quickly across Jameson's face before disappearing like it was never there.
"Really?" Stiles asked, "because it sounds like you've been looking for everyone else but us this morning."
"Stiles we talked about this, the world revolves around the sun," She said making a circling motion with her hands, "not you."
His retort was cut off by the sound of everyone's phone buzzing. I pulled out my phone and opened the text, it seemed to be a quote.
"The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds and the tranquil waterway," a woman's voice read, " leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an over cast sky, seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness. This is the last line to the first book we are going to read. It is also the last text you will receive in this class. Phones off everyone."
We all nodded and turned our phones off, well except for Jameson. She just snapped her phone shut and stuffed it into her boot. Ms. Blake turned to the board and started writing things on the board as she began explaining the book we were going to read. About fifteen minutes in, the person behind me tapped my shoulder and handed me a note. I looked at him confused before taking the paper. I looked up front to make sure the teacher wasn't paying attention and opened the note.
Can we talk?
I looked back and saw Allison looking at me. I turned back to the note began writing my reply.
" ?" the teacher called out. I looked up at her, wondering if she caught me. She just motioned for me to gather my stuff and come forward. I did and made way up to her.
"Mr. McCall, it seems you mother needs you to come to the hospital."
"Is she okay?' I asked worried.
"Yeah, she's fine, but she needs you to meet her there."
I nodded.
"Just one second," I said and walked over to Jameson's desk. I squatted down and she looked at me in concern.
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, my mom just needs me to come meet her. You'll have to catch a ride with Stiles after school."
"Yeah no problem, just keep us updated."
"Yeah, will do." I told her. I got up and headed to the door with where Ms. Blake was standing. She followed me out to the hall.
"Mr. McCall, I'm sure it's an emergency if your mother needs you to leave school, but I'm gonna give you a warning in the nicest possible way. I am well aware of your attendance record. I don't see you slip back into the old habits. "
"I won't," I promised, "It's gonna be different this year."
"Resolutions are only good is you stick with them, Scott."
"I will. I promise I won't be ephemeral." I insisted using my word of the day. I gave her a reassuring smile before making my way down the hall.
~Carry On~
"What's going on?" I asked my mom as she met me at the hospital entrance.
"It's Isaac," she answered panicking, "He came in last night with severe injuries and now he's healing about to go in surgery. And Derek's not picking up.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" I asked as we entered the hospital.
"Honestly, I was hoping I didn't have to."
"What do you mean?"
"Everything that you've been doing the extra reading, the summer school, saving up for the bike, even though it scared me half to death… Honey, I just didn't wanna disrupt a good rhythm."
"It's not gonna stop. I'm gonna be better this year. A better student, a better son, a better friend, a better everything. I promise."
"Okay. He's in Room 215 if he isn't already in surgery. "
"Okay. Thank you." I said kissing her cheek before heading off to go get Isaac. I got in the elevator and pressed the number two. As the doors closed a stick stuck in between the doors before they could close all the way. I put my hand in and pulled the doors apart to let the person in.
"Would you hit the button for the second floor, please?" the blind man asked.
"Yeah," I said rehitting the button.
"Thank you." He said. The doors closed and we rode up to the second floor. When the doors reopened I made to leave the elevator when the man stopped me
"You wouldn't mind helping me out for a second, would you?"
"Umm…" I said, and put his hand on my shoulder, "sure."
I walked forward and hung my head with a quiet sigh. I needed to get to Isaac before they took him to surgery. I dropped the man at the nurse's station and rounded the corner towards Room 215. I looked in and saw he wasn't there; he must be in the OR. I took a whiff and found him to be closer than I thought. I looked down the hall and saw a man pushing Isaac in wheelchair. What's going on? The guy smelt off, powerful, and Isaac was clearly unconscious. The male nurse finally noticed I was watching him as he entered the elevator. He pushed Isaac against the wall and turned to stare me down. I saw his claws unsheathe as he went to press one of the buttons. I unsheathed mine and raced towards the door and jumped in before it closed. When I looked up I saw that he wasn't just any werewolf he was an Alpha. He picked me up by my collar and threw me against the wall of the elevator. He picked me up again and threw me against the other wall before chunking me at the ceiling. I landed hard on the floor and tried to rise but he grabbed my throat and raised me up in the air.
"Don't you realize what you're dealing with?" he asked, before roaring, "I'm an Alpha."
The elevator doors opened behind him and a figure stepped in and stabbed him in the back. The other Alpha dropped me as he cried out in pain.
"So am I." Derek's voice said. He used the leverage he had and threw the guy out of the elevator.
"Shit!" I exclaimed.
"Aren't you supposed to be in school?" Derek deadpanned. I just sighed in relief.
~Carry On~
Stiles' Perspective:
My dad and a few deputies showed up about 15 minutes after the birds attacked the class. Jameson hadn't moved from the window since the attack happened and she wouldn't let me check the slash on her arm or anything. She kept staring out the window like she was waiting for something.
"Stiles!" Dad called out when, when he came in, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I managed to get under a desk. Jameson got scratched though."
"Jameson!" Dad said moving past me to go check on her. She turned to look at him with a reassuring smile. He took her arm and checked the scratch. It looked like she was trying to tell him she was fine, but he ignored her and motioned over one of the EMTs. He came over as Jameson rolled her eyes. The guy cleaned up her cut while Dad went to go interview the other students.
I texted Scott to tell him to call me. After sending the message I looked up to see Ms. Blake still shaking from the shock.
"Ms. Blake? You okay?" I asked her. She started nodding and just didn't really stop. So I came closer and I noticed a feather was in her hair. I reach out to get it and she flinches.
"Sorry….just that…" I apologized grabbing the feather out of her hair. She nodded in thanks. I gave her an awkward smile and went back to sit on a nearby desk. Dad walked past me and I looked up to see what he was doing. He walked over to Mr. Argent.
"Mr. Argent, you wouldn't have any insight into this, would you?" he asked him.
"Me?" Mr. Argent asked.
"Yeah." Dad answered, "All the bizarre animal behavior, it's… You must have seen something like this before, right?
"I'm not sure why I would or why you would think I would."
"I'm sorry. I could've sworn I overheard my son talking about how you were an experienced hunter. "
Mr. Argent shot a glare my way. I ducked my head to avoid his gaze.
"Ah, right." I heard him say, "Well, not anymore."
Dad nodded and looked at Allison.
"Are you alright?" he asked her.
"Yeah," She answered. Dad nodded again and came back over to me. I gave him a look for throwing me under the bus, but he ignored me.
"After we get everyone's statements I want you to take Jameson home. Okay?"
"Yeah, okay." I answered nodding.
"Good, and keep an eye on her she's got a weird look in her eye."
I turned back and looked at Jameson. She was pulling her hair back and lifting it up into a ponytail. She turned towards me and I saw what my dad was talking about. Her green eyes were stone cold, the hunter was awake.
~Carry On~
Scott's Perspective:
"We got a serious problem at school." Stiles told me over the phone, as I followed Derek inside the Hale house, "Ms. Blake's class…"
"Hey, can you tell me about it later?"
"Um, well, no, pretty sure this qualifies for immediate discussion" Stiles responded, before lowering his voice, "Jameson's got her hair up."
Shit! This must be bad.
"All right, then meet me at Derek's."
"Derek's house? What?"
"Did someone say Alpha Douche?" I heard Jameson asked followed by the slamming of the Jeep door.
"Scott wants us to meet him there," I heard Stiles explain, "What the hell are you doing there any-."
"Just meet us there, okay?"
Stiles sighed
"Yeah, we'll be there."
"Great." I said before hanging up and going in search of Derek. I found him in what used to be the living room, "You don't still live here, do you?"
"No," Derek answered, "The county took it over but there's something here I need. It'll help heal a wound from an Alpha."
"Yeah, but it did heal." I said looking at Isaac.
"Not on the inside." He replied, gathering supplies from a hole in the floor.
"Hey, are you gonna tell me who that was back there?" I asked, "That Alpha."
"A rival pack." Derek answered, "It's my problem. I know you wanna help, and you did. I owe you one. Now go home. Go back to being a teenager."
He got up from the floor and went to the table where he had put Isaac. I planned to leave, but then I remembered he said he owed me a favor. I touched my arm where my tattoo was.
"Hey, Derek." I said, he looked over at me, "If you wanna repay back that favor now, there is something you could do for me."
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective:
Well, that's new. I pushed open the red door letting myself in.
"Yo! Alpha Douche you in here?" I called out as I entered Derek's old house. He appeared and looked almost afraid to see me.
"What are you doing here?"
"Scott asked us to come." I answered confused.
"Hey," Scott said coming around Derek. I watched as his eyes zeroed on my arm, "You're hurt."
"Really, I'm fine." I said as he come over and lightly grabbed my arm.
"I smell blood." He said, "Are you sure you okay?"
"I'm fine." I told him as I pull my arm away from him.
"I would listen to her, dude, she really hates being asked that question." Stiles said coming up behind me. I smiled and nodded, remembering how I slugged him on the way over here.
"What happened?"
"Birds, man." Stiles answered.
"Yeah it was like an Alfred Hitchcock movie. They came out of nowhere and attacked us in Ms. Blake's class." I added.
"Most of the class has scratches from those things."
"Are you okay?" Scott asked Stiles.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I got cover in time."
"So what are we doing here?" I asked Scott. He got a worrisome look on his face before turning back to Derek. Derek nodded, and Scott turned back to me.
"Don't freak out, okay?"
"Oh-kay."
"Come on." He said and he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the room he and Derek had come out of. There was Isaac wrapped on a sheet lying on a table.
"Isaac!" I exclaimed shaking loose of Scott and going to Isaac, "What happened?"
"A rival pack," Derek answered, "He's fine he just needs to rest."
"And the guy who did this to him?" I asked in a hard voice.
"Dealt with." Derek answered. I nodded, "So what's this favor you wanted, Scott?"
"My tattoo, I got one last night but it disappeared. I know you have one, so I thought you could help."
"Yeah, follow me." Derek answered. I heard them move around behind me.
"James, you coming?" Stiles asked.
"No, I'm going to stay here." I told him, before adding, "Don't faint again."
"Thanks, James."
"Always, pal."
I heard him leave and I ran my fingers Isaac's curls.
"You know I think your Alpha is lying to me Isaac, and I've let his evasiveness go on for too long." I told my unconscious friend, "I'm going have to play hardball. And don't think for a moment you're off the hook, either."
~Carry On~
"Has he woken up at all?" Derek said coming back into the room.
"No," I answered, "So are you going to tell me what's really going on or what?"
He raised an eyebrow at me.
"Come on you've been up to something all summer, and I've let you have you had your fun. And good try with letting Isaac come out and play to attempt to throw me off, but come on Derek. Tell me or I'll have to get creative."
"I did tell you."
"Okay, then." I said. I leaned my arms on the table where Isaac was laying and looked up a Derek with a smirk, "Scott, sweetie, did you notice something odd about Derek's front door?"
"What?" I heard him aske before moving around. Derek looked pissed, which caused my smirk to grow, "You painted the door. Why'd you paint the door?"
"Go home, Scott." Derek said in a resigned tone.
"And why only one side?" Scott asked again. I heard the sound of scratching and gave Derek a triumphant look. Derek shot me a worried look before moving to the front of the house.
"Scott." He called out in warning. I heard more scratching noises, and I rose to my full height. Eventually I heard him stop.
"What do you see?" I called out.
"It's a symbol. You might want to come see this." Scott said. I pushed off the table Isaac was laying on, and moved towards the guys. Derek grabbed my arm as I walked past him.
"Jameson, don't!" he ordered. I glared at him, and pulled my arm loose. I walked up to the door and got a good look at the symbol. No!
"An Alpha Pack," I breathed.
"An alpha, what?" Scott asked.
"There are only three Alpha Packs in North America. Who exactly did you piss off?" I asked Derek. He didn't answer me. I turned to glare at him, "DEREK!"
"It's my problem."
"Derek!" I snapped at him, "WHOSE PACK?"
Derek looked away before turning back to me.
"Deucalion's."
No, no, no, no! I strode over to him and punched him in the face.
"James!" Scott and Stiles exclaimed. I shove Derek before going to hit Derek again, but Scott grabbed me and lifted me up. I kicked trying to get myself free, but Scott was not to be moved.
"What they hell did you do!" I demanded.
"I was trying to protect you."
"Protect me?" I ask in a high pitch voice, "You haven't protected me. You gave him four whole months to watch me. Now he knows where I live, who I care about, and God knows what else. You didn't save me, you killed me."
Scott finally put me down.
"What's going on James?" Stiles asked cautiously. I ignored him, and continue to stare down Derek.
"Everything that happens after this point is all on you. Everyone who gets hurt. Everyone who dies. All on you, Derek." I sentenced him. I then spun on my heel and pushed Scott out of the way, and made my way out of the house.
"James? Jameson?" Stiles voice called after me, I stopped in my tracks and turned my upper body to look at him, "Where are you going?"
"To Hell." I answered and walked off.
~Carry On~
One chapter down. Minor edits.
