Jackson never planned on coming back to Beacon Hills; like ever. That plan was a lot easier when he was younger and thought he had nothing to come back to. He'd be perfectly fine leaving everything behind and told himself now that he was glad to leave. It'll be good for everyone when I leave, Jackson had Derek those months ago, no intention of returning. Now here he was, using the key to the loft that he never got to use but kept anyways; all because Allison texted him two words and sucked him into it, 'Come home.'

"Derek! Yo, you home?" someone has to be, he hears a heartbeat coming from the bedroom. The atmosphere is damp with sweat, the familiar and comforting scent of Derek's lingering in the air but another mixed in that's too sweet. It makes Jackson gag thinking about it, but he smirks as he throws one of his bags onto the table by the window, "Someone got laid!"

"Uh...who are you?" the heartbeat was closer. Jackson took a second to imagine Derek's companion in his head before seeing if he got it right. Jennifer was not at all what he pictured; he always thought Derek would be with some smoking hot blond chick that could kill them all in their sleep. This woman is too fragile looking; beautiful yes, but too soft. Too shy, too...anti-Derek.

Jackson grinned, "That depends on who you are."

"I'm Jennifer...Blake," she says hesitantly as she crosses her ankles. Derek's shirt is all she's in, covering down to her thighs which she realizes now is terribly inappropriate. "I'm normally wearing clothes."

Jackson's grin turns into a wild smirk; a snarky, flirty come back is just itching to fall off his tongue, but then he can hear Derek's feed pounding down the winding staircase behind him. Luckily, he's fully dressed; Jackson doesn't think he can take anymore therapy.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Derek asks, not in anger but confusion. He didn't think Jackson was ever coming back either.

"I was just about to introduce myself to your lovely house guest," Jackson bats his long eyelashes as Derek before smiling at the brunette woman in front of him, "Jennifer was it?" Derek warns him to back off with a hand on his shoulder, fingers digging into skin through the shirt.

"Jackson," Derek hisses through his teeth. If the teenager was back, something bad must have happened. "What happened?"

"I should leave you two," Jennifer interrupts when Jackson's eyebrows rise into his hairline. She can tell what they're about to talk about isn't for her ears or at least she wouldn't want to know. She told Derek last night that he can tell her anything, but she doesn't expect him to start right away.

Derek offers her the shower upstairs which doesn't have the best water pressure but it's something. As she goes back into the 'bedroom' to collect her clothes off the floor, Jackson leans into Derek's space and takes a sniff.

"You stink like sex." Jackson blinks back at him when Derek stares, unamused as always. He gives him a cheeky grin, stretching far into his eyes and showing his teeth. Though Derek's annoyed, he has to fight a smile himself as he ducks his head. This will be interesting.


A/N: I just really want Jackson back.