Chapter 2: Vaultroom Blitz
AN: Another exciting installment of Carry On Wayward Werewolves. Enjoy! Thank-you everyone who reviewed, favorited, and followed.
~Carry On~
Scott's Perspective:
"What?" Stiles asked me as we walked down the sidewalk to his friend's house.
"What do you mean 'what'?" I asked.
"I mean "what," and you know what."
"'What' what?"
"That look you were giving."
"I didn't give a look."
"There was a distinct look, Scott."
"What look?"
"The look that says the last thing you feel like doing right now is going to a party."
"Well it's not." I told him, "We should be out looking for Jameson."
"She texted that she was fine."
I gave him a look.
"Fine, I'm worried about her too, but you know she needs to calm down first before she tells us anything. Or at least comes home."
"But she's never been this mad before. Whatever Derek did or this Deucalion guy did, it's bad."
"Well what am I supposed to do about it, huh?" Stiles yelled, "I can't help her when she won't tell me anything. And we both know that she and Derek are too much alike, and by the time she tells us anything it will be four months from now. I mean I can't even tell you the names of her brothers or her Dad, let alone her birthday! What do you want me to do, Scott!"
"I want to go find her."
"Fine then, go!" Stiles said, "But I'm going to the party. Tell Jameson to come find me when she's ready to use her big girl words."
"Yeah, okay." I told him, I turn to go, but stop and look back at him, "I will find her. She's going to be okay."
Stiles looked down and nodded.
"Just make sure she gets home before my Dad does." He said shuffling his feet, "And she'll probably need some food, she missed dinner."
"Okay," I said, "I'll text you when I find her."
Stiles nodded again and I took off down the street. I took a big whiff of the air searching for Jameson's familiar scent, smoky vanilla and leather. I found a strong trail and began following it hopefully to Jameson.
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective:
"Sing with me, sing for the years. Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears. Sing with me, just for today. Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away. Yeah, sing with me, sing for the year. Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear. Sing with me, just for today. Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away. Dream on! Dream on! Dream on! Dream until your dreams come true…Drea- Oh my God, it's Scott McCall. Look everybody that's my friend Scott. Oh, wait I'm the only one here." I said laughingly.
"Are you drunk?" Scott asked in concern, as he approached my hiding spot in the preserve.
"Almost, my words are still coming out tooooo….clear," I replied, "But I'm almost there."
I took another drink from the bottle I had in my hand.
"What are you doing in the middle of the woods?"
"Trying to get drunk, duh? I thought we had already been over this. Are you sure you hadn't drunken anything?"
Scott sighed.
"Come on, let's get you home." He said coming over towards me.
"I don't have a home," I said backing away from him.
"Yes, you do with Stiles and the Sheriff."
"That's not home. My home is being held hostage by some bitchy Gumby girl." I slurred.
"Who?"
"The lying slut my brother is shacking up with." I told him taking another drink, "I don't ca-ca-care what she sayzzz, it's his son."
"You have a nephew?"
I shrug and began spinning around.
"Sing with me, sing for the years. Sin-."
"Jamie." Scott interrupted my beautiful song. He grabbed by hand and was trying to get me to stay still, but then I understood what he called me, Jamie. So I decked him right in the nose.
"It's Jameson." I told him as he clutched his nose, "You don't get to call me that."
I took another drink from the bottle and start heading down the knoll. My anger was starting to sober me up, which pissed me off even more.
"Jameson, wait up." Scott called after me in a muffled yell.
"Piss off, McCall!" I call over my shoulder. Which turned out not to be a good idea, as I tripped over something and fell flat on my face, "Damn it!"
"Jameson," I heard Scott exclaim. I thought about getting up by the ground was really comfy. I guess laying here for a while wouldn't be a bad thing. I went to bring the bottle to my mouth, but was surprised to feel nothing come out. I looked over and saw the ground was wet. I closed my eyes and laid my head back on the ground.
"Son of Bitch! The ground drank my whiskey, McCall!" I called out, before speaking to myself, "Today sucks."
"Jameson?"
"What?" I asked.
"Are you hungry?"
I opened one eye and saw McCall crouching next to me.
"Fiesta?" I asked. Scott smiled and nodded, "Okay.
Scott turned me over on my back before putting one arm under mine and the other under my legs. He then lifted me in the air.
"Whoo!" I yelled like I was on a carnival ride. Scott rolled his eyes and started walking. He was very quiet as we walked, we must be playing the quiet game. I was beast at the quiet game. After a while I leaned my head down against his shoulder and closed my eyes. Sleeping really helped you win the quiet game.
"Jameson?" Scott asked.
"Ha! I win!" I told him.
"What?"
"I won the quiet game you spoke first."
"Okay, you won." He said, "James?"
"Hmm…"
"Who's Deucalion?"
"He-e-e-e's" I yawned, "fam-m-ily."
~Carry On~
Scott's Perspective:
Family? What the hell?
"James?" I tried again, but she was out, "Come on, James, you can't go to sleep yet. James!"
She didn't stir. She seemed to be at least be breathing normally. Hopefully she would be okay. But I also just lost my only chance to get anything out of her. I pulled her in a little closer to get a more secure hold of her and started heading to Stiles' house.
We had just come out of the woods when my pocket started buzzing. Carefully I maneuvered Jameson so I was carrying her against my chest with her sitting on my one arm. I used my other hand to get my phone out.
"Hey," I said answering my phone.
"Hey," Stiles said, "Where are you?"
"Outside of the Preserve, I found James."
"You did? Is she okay?" Stiles asked. I looked down at Jameson whose face was pressed into my neck. She was completely oblivious to what was going on around her.
"She could be better," I answered honestly.
"Why? What's wrong? Did she get hurt?"
"No, she just…had a party of one," I told him.
"Great." He sighed, "Well, we have another problem to deal with. Stay where you are, we'll come to you."
"We?"
~Carry On~
Stiles Perspective:
I drove around the Preserve until I spotted Scott sitting down, leaning back against a tree, with Jameson in his lap. I immediately parked the car and jumped out.
"Hey!" I called out to them. Only Scott looked up towards me. Jameson didn't move an inch.
"Hey," Scott responded, quieter than I had. I heard to car doors close behind me as I walked towards Jameson.
"Is she okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, I think so, anyway. She's just sleeping." Scott replied, moving a strand of hair off her face. I finally got close enough and caught a whiff of a strong scent of alcohol.
"Oh, God! How much did she drink?"
Scott shrugged.
"When I found her there were at least 3 empty beer bottles and she was downing whiskey, but she's definitely had more than that," Scott replied. He then looked up and noticed someone behind me, "What are you guys doing here?"
"We have something to show you," Allison said.
"Is that Jameson?" Lydia asked coming forward. She moved past me and bent down next to Scott, "God, she smells like a liquor store. Did you find her like this?"
"No, she was awake when I found her. Singing some classic rock song." Scott answered.
"How long has she been out?" Lydia asked.
"Maybe about a half hour?'
"Has she woken up at all?"
"She started to when I sat down but fell back asleep."
Lydia nodded.
"Jameson." She said in a sing-song voice. When Jameson didn't respond, she began shaking her, "Jameson!"
Jameson arm shot out and grabbed Lydia by one of her wrists.
"What?" She said groggily.
"Just making sure you were alive." Lydia responded, "Now let go of my wrist, Jameson."
"Okay," she said sleepily, before settling back down against Scott and going back to sleep. Well, she isn't going to be any help.
"Here I'll take her," I said walking over to Scott, "I'll put her in the Jeep."
"No, it's fine. I got her." Scott said. He slowly stood up so not to wake Jameson again and carried her over to the Jeep. I jogged ahead and opened the passenger door and Scott lifted her into the seat. Together we propped her up, before gently closing the door so she wouldn't fall out.
"What's wrong with her?" Allison asked once we came back over to the girls. Scott and I both looked at each other for a moment wondering how much we should say, before turning back to Allison.
"Bad day." We said. She looked at us suspiciously but didn't ask anything else.
"So what did you want to show me?" Scott asked Allison.
"This," She said holding out her arm to show him the mark.
"What happened?" He asked.
"Some girl came to school today looking for you, she grabbed Lydia and I's arms and left this mark on the both of us."
"Both of you?" Scott asked. Allison nodded and looked at Lydia. Lydia huffed and rolled her eyes but showed Scott her arm.
"I think it's a symbol or something. Do you recognize it?"
"No, I don't think so. Jameson might, though." Scott answered looking back at the Jeep. Allison huffed.
"I don't think she'll want to help me drunk or sober."
"No, she won't. But she'll help Lydia." Scott told her. Allison scrunched her eyebrows up and looked down at her best friend. Lydia just sucked in her bottom lip and looked down. I guess Allison didn't know how close they had become over the summer. Well as close as Jameson will allow anyway.
"I'll ask her in the morning," I told them, "Or at least tell her to play nice. You know maybe we're better off asking someone else."
"Derek might know," Scott said.
"What? No way." Allison protested.
"Look, I know you don't like him, but he's probably the only one going to be willing to help you. Cause I'm pretty sure Jameson would rather help you off a cliff than tell you what that symbol means." I told her, "And who knows what she's like when she's hungover it could be worse."
"Fine." She snapped, "Come on, Lydia."
"Actually I'm going to go with them."
"What?" all three of us exclaimed.
"What? Someone has to get her a shower and dressed." She explained before turning to us boys, "Unless, you know, you want to explain why you are undressing Jameson to the Sherriff?"
"No!" Scott and I both answered.
"Good, I'll get her cleaned up and Stiles can take me home." Lydia planned out, "Allison I'll see you in the morning. I'll even spring for lattes."
Allison nodded, before walking off to her car. Lydia turned back to us.
"Well…" she said.
"Oh, right," I said before turning and heading to the Jeep. I opened my door and put my seat forward so Lydia and Scott could get in the back. I closed the door after I got in a little harder than planned and Jameson started moving around.
"Hmm…" she mumbled lifting her head off the seat
"Shh…Jay," I said go back to sleep.
"Scott?" she called groggily, sounding a bit upset.
"Right here, James." He said. That seemed to calm her. She then put her head back down and went back to sleep. I sighed in relief and turned on the car and pulled away and headed down the road.
"Do you really think that Derek will help us?" I asked Scott.
"Couldn't hurt to ask." He answered, "Besides after today…"
He'll need a way to feel better after what Jameson said to him.
"Yeah."
"She can't know," I said nodding towards James.
"I know."
"Why?" Lydia asked. Scott and I shared another look.
"They had a bit of a falling out," I told her.
"A falling out? What did he insult her music or something?"
"Yes." I lied, "He said horrible things about Aerosmith, and now she refuses to see him or hear his name. So from on Derek goes by He Who Shall Not Be Named."
"Whatever," Lydia said rolling her eyes. Everyone was pretty quiet on the way home except for Jameson's drunken mumblings every so often. All I could make out was something about "creepy clowns," and something in Latin. I didn't even know she knew Latin.
When we got home, I jumped out and let the others out. Scott made his way over to Jameson and got her out and carried her inside. Lydia led the way to her room.
"Carry her into the bathroom," Lydia said as she opened Jameson's door, "I'll take it from there."
Scott nodded and carried James into the bathroom setting her into the tub. Lydia then shooed us out. I motioned with Scott to follow me and we headed to my room.
"So did she say anything about what happened today?" I asked him as I opened my door.
"No, just a lot of singing and how the ground drank her whiskey."
"What?"
"She tripped and the whiskey poured out,"
"Geez, how much did she drink?" I asked. Scott shrugged.
"So how was the party?" Scott asked.
"Well, I almost got laid," I told him. Scott laughed.
"No, seriously how was the party?"
I waved my arms in protest.
"I almost got laid." I insisted, "The moment I walk in the door, Heather, kisses me, asks me to go downstairs with her. She says she doesn't want to be a 17-year old virgin, asks me to fix that. I said yes, and then I realize I didn't have a condom so she has me get one from upstairs. But when I come back she's gone. I start to go look for her when I get a text from Lydia saying she needs our help."
"So she ran away from you?" Scott asked.
"Dude."
"Sorry." Scott said looking sheepish, "She probably just realized she wasn't ready."
"Well, now I'll never know because once again the supernatural has ruined my life."
Scott rolled his eyes. He then cocked his head like he heard something.
"What?" I asked. Scott chuckled.
"Ahh…Jameson, she's not really happy with Lydia right now."
"Well, I'm not really happy with her right now," I said.
"Everyone deals with things in their own way, dude," Scott replied.
"Yeah well, Jameson's way sucks."
"She'll tell us when she's ready."
"No, she won't." I disagreed, "She might never tell us."
"She will." Scott insisted.
"Whatever, man." I said, "Hey, when I drop off Lydia, can you stay with her? You know to make sure she's okay."
"Yeah, man," Scott answered.
"Thanks," I told him, "I better got get her some water and painkillers."
"Probably a good idea." Scott agreed. I nodded and headed downstairs with a sigh. Jameson was going to end up causing me to go gray early.
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective:
"Mom-my!" I called out. I hear screaming, people sounded hurt. "Mommy!"
"Here I am sweetheart," Mom said coming into my room. She's dirty, "Let's get out of here."
Mommy picked me up and held my head against her and runs out of my room.
"Dean! Sam!" She calls out.
"Marion!" I hear Dean's voice yell.
"What's going on?" Sammy asked. He sounded scared.
"Vampires, have breached the wall. Dean, do you remember the secret door I showed you?"
"Uh-huh."
"Good," she said, "Now take your brother and your sister and run. Don't stop for anything. Okay? Dean!"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good soldier." She said. She pulled me away from her a bit, "Hey, sweetie. You and your brothers are going to go into town for bit. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
"But it's bedtime."
"I know, sweetie, but I promise it will be fun."
"Otay."
"Good girl." She said hugging me, "I love you, baby."
"I love you, too."
She squeezed me tight, and handed me to Dean. I saw her face, Mommy was crying. Mommy never cries.
"Remember, Dean, you run and don't look back. Get into town and call your father."
"Yes, ma'am."
"I love you boys," Mommy said and she pulled us all in for a hug.
"We love you, too," Sammy said.
"Okay, now run."
Dean and Sammy nodded. Dean then held me close and took off. I look over his shoulder and saw my mother. She was crying still, now she was falling.
"Mommy! Mommy"
"MOM!" I wake up yelling. My heart's pounding like a beating drum.
"Jameson!" I heard Scott call out second before he burst through my door. He looked around for signs of danger, seeing none he focused on me. "Hey, are you okay?"
"Yeah, just a bad dream." I said scooting to lean against my headboard, "What are you still doing here?"
"Stiles asked me to keep an eye on you, while he went to drop off Lydia."
"Oh, so she was here," I said, I thought so. I sort of remember her torturing me with the shower.
"Yeah, she got you cleaned up and changed."
"And I see she's picked me out and outfit tomorrow," I said pointing to my closet, where some skirt and shirt combo hung. Scott chuckled softly and came closer. He took a seat next to me on the bed.
"So are you going to tell me what happened back at Derek's?"
I didn't say anything.
"James," Scott said in a slightly exasperated tone.
"It's not your problem, Scott."
"Now you're sounding like Derek."
I glared at him.
"Well, it was probably the only thing he got right. It's my problem to deal with, and I will handle it."
"You're my friend that makes it my problem."
I shrug.
"I'm tired, I'll talk to you in the morning.
"Do you want me to stay with you?"
Mommy! Mommy!
I close my eyes shut and shake away the memory.
"No, I'm fine."
"Okay," Scott said. He got up and walked to the door, "I'll be in Stiles' room if you need me."
"I won't." I told him before sliding back under the covers. I ignored the hurt I could feel radiating from him, and closed my eyes. My problem. My mess, no one else needs to get involved. It's just him and me, and he was going to pay for what he did.
~Carry On~
Scott's Perspective:
"I don't see anything." Derek said after looking at the marks on Lydia and Allison's arms.
"Look again," I told him, he barely glimpsed at them.
"How is a bruise gonna tell me where Boyd and Erica are?"
"It's the same on both sides," I pointed out, "Exactly the same."
"It's nothing." Derek insisted staring down Allison. They had been locked in some kid of battle since Derek arrived. They were almost as bad as Jameson at this point.
"Pareidolia." Lydia said, "Seeing patterns that aren't there. It's a subset of apophenia."
After giving Lydia a confused look, I turned to Derek.
"They're trying to help." I reminded him.
"These two?" Derek asked in disbelief, "This one, who used me to resurrect my psychotic uncle. Thank-you. And this one, who shot about 30 arrows into me and my pack."
"Okay, aright. Now come on," Stiles said from behind us trying to be the voice of reason, "No one died, alright? Look, there may have been a little maiming, okay, a little mangling, but no death. That's what I call an important distinction."
"My mother died." Allison reminded us, glaring daggers at Derek.
"Your family's little so-called honor code killed your bitch of a mother, Baby Argent. Get your facts straight. What am I saying… you're an Argent, you only deal in alternative facts." Jameson's biting voice came from the door. All of our heads snapped in her directions. She was leaning on the doorframe, with her sunglasses covering her eyes. Her long hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. A large lumberjack looking plaid shirt hung off her body. Underneath she was wearing a tank-top and jean shorts. Her favorite pair of hunting boots were on her feet. Despite her disheveledness, she looked dangerous like a wounded animal, one poke away snapping.
"James!" Stiles exclaimed in surprise, "W-w-what are you doing here?"
"Yeah, it turns out, I wasn't so drunk when you guys were planning this little meeting." She answered pushing off the frame, "Besides the Argent Princess and Derek in the same room, how could I pass that up."
She took a seat in a desk next to Stiles and swing her feet up on the top. She leaned back with her arms behind her head.
"So…what's up?"
"There was a girl," Allison started tersely, "looking for Scott. When Lydia and I told her he wasn't here, she grabbed our arms and left this mark on us."
"Okay, let's see it." Jameson said clapping her hands. Allison made a face as Lydia rolled her eyes but the girls came forward anyway. They walked up to her and showed her the mark on their arms. Jameson lifted her sunglasses as she lowered her feet. She leaned forward to take a closer look. She then took Lydia's arm and turned it side to side.
"So you recognize it?" Allison asked.
"No, it's not any kind of supernatural marking, well other than the way it was made, but it is some kind of image."
Allison turned her head to give Derek a smug look.
"You said it was made supernaturally?" Stiles asked.
"Yeah it's an imprint image." She replied, "You basically think of an image really really hard and then whisper a spell and it imprints an image temporarily."
"So it could actually be a lead to where Erica and Boyd are?" Derek asked. Jameson sighed and put down her shades.
"Stiles please remind your friends not to speak unless spoken to," Jameson told Stiles. Stiles shot a look at Derek.
"Derek, Jameson say-."
"Yeah, Stiles I heard what she said." Derek snapped.
"Yeesh."
"Why is he here anyway?" Jameson asked me.
"Well to be honest, James, we didn't think you would help Allison," Stiles answered for me.
Jameson pursed her lips and nodded her head to the side.
"Yeah, that sounds like me."
"So does it lead to Erica and Boyd?" I asked Jameson.
"It could," Jameson said standing up, "or might not. It's worth continuing looking into. Now if you'll excuse me."
"Wait, where are you going?" Stiles asked her.
"Class." She replied making it more than obvious she thought it was a dumb question.
"Oh," Stiles replied.
"Yeah."
With that said, Jameson turned and left the room.
"She seems…" Lydia started, "fine."
"Yeah, she did." I replied. Something was definitely up.
~Carry On~
"Okay, what would a pack of Alphas wasn't with Erica and Boyd?" Stiles questioned, trying to figure out what we were missing.
"I'm not sure it's them they want." I replied. They were just Betas, and it seemed like they were trying to draw someone out. Not to mention their interest in Jameson.
"Okay, what, like Derek?" Stiles asked, "Like, they're recruiting?"
I start to reply when I feel something, a powerful presence, angry, dark. I move towards the power and notice two guys walking away from me. Giant warning bells go off in my head, what's going on?
"Scott!" Stiles' voice cut through my thoughts. It sounded like he had been calling me for a while, "You coming?"
I looked back in the direction of the two guys but they were gone. Maybe I was just imagining things. I turn back to Stiles and keep walking towards Coach's class. Ignoring the feeling of his eyes on me.
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective:
"Wait, you let him do what to you?" I hissed into my phone. I was in the alcove underneath the steps listening to Isaac's encounter with Derek's creepy uncle.
"He stuck his claws into my neck, so he could retrieve my memories from the other night." Isaac replied.
"And? Did he find anything?"
"He said my mind was pretty much a jumbled up mess and he couldn't get much. But he got one thing."
"What?"
"They're going to kill Erica and Boyd on the full moon."
"As in tomorrow."
"Yeah."
"Damn it."
"What?"
"You should have let me in on this earlier Isaac." I yelled at him, "We could have this taken care of already."
"I'm sorry. I just wan-."
"I swear to God, Isaac, if you say you did it to protect me I will stuff wolsbane up your ass and down your throat. I can take care of myself. And out of the two us, which one had played the damsel in distress more?"
"I'm sorry, okay. I didn't know this would happen." Isaac snapped back.
"Yeah, you dogs never do." I said harshly, "Now what else happened, can you remember anything else?"
"Just the rescue mission. The girl who saved me said they must have taken my memories."
"But they can look at your memories; they don't always have to take them, right?" I asked. I wonder how much they got on me by doing this to him.
"Yeah, why?"
"Well, let's just say I hope you don't have any dirty thoughts about me, Lahey, because they probably peeked at those too."
"Oh," he said in an odd tone.
"I really need you to remember, Isaac."
"I know, we all do."
Well, letting Peter take another shot was absolutely out of the question. We needed someone else experienced in the weird supernatural stuff. I didn't know of any mediums in the area, but I did know of a vet.
"Hey, Isaac."
"Yeah?"
"Grab Alpha Douche and meet me at the vet's office after school. I think I might know of someone less psychopathic that can help."
"Okay, see you there."
"Yep," I said before hanging up on him. I opened up my contacts and looked for Scott's boss and pressed the call button.
"Hello, Beacon Hill Veterinary Clinic," A voice greeted on the third ring.
"Hey, Dr. D, I need to pick your brain about something."
~Carry On~
As I was skipping the last two periods to go help Dr. Deaton, I texted the boys to just meet me there after they got out. Deaton and I looked through some of his books and found the least death causing solution to Isaac's memory problem that we could find, a makeshift sensory deprivation chamber. Deaton told me to go out back and get this metal trough. I dragged it inside and the two of us got it filled up with water. He then sent me out for ice while he mixed a few ingredients into the water. By the time I got back with all the ice, everyone else had arrived.
Scott must have heard my engines as I came up the road because he was right at the door when I pulled in. He came out and helped me carry all the ice bags inside. It took a couple trips even with Stiles pitching in. Eventually, we had them all lined up against the trough in the back room.
"Good," Deaton said as he looked at all the ice.
"Yeah, it better be, I had to go to three different stores to get all this ice." I told him, "Did you know that people look at you oddly when you buy more than four bags of ice?"
"I'm sure they do. Boys, make yourselves useful." Deaton said motioning with his hands for the guys to dump the ice into the water, "Jameson, come with me."
I nodded and followed him into his office, where Isaac was sitting nervously. His elbows were resting on his knees and he was bouncing his left leg.
"Hey," he said before flicking his eyes back to the ground. Aww…poor Isaac. I walked over to him and crouched down in front of him.
"How you doing, champ?"
"Okay, I guess."
"Did Dr. D, tell you what the plan was?"
Isaac shook his head. I looked up and gave the Doc a confused look.
"I thought it would be best coming from you." He explained. I nodded and looked back at Isaac.
"Have you ever heard of sensory deprivation chamber?" I asked Isaac.
He shook his head.
"It's pretty much self-explanatory; we're going to deprive you of all your senses. It's going to help you focus on what happened that night. Okay?"
"Yeah."
"Good." I said standing up, "Come on."
I held my hand out and he took it. I helped him up and I gentled pulled him towards the door. Isaac however stopped short when he saw the other dumping the ice in the water. He looked at me and Dr. Deaton nervously.
"Obviously, it's not going to particularly…" Doctor Deaton stopped, looking for the right way to describe it.
"Warm." I offered.
"Comfortable." Deaton finished. "But if we slow your heart rate down enough, you'll slip into a trance-like state."
"Like being hypnotized." Isaac said moving forward.
"Exactly. You'll be half transformed. It will let us access your subconscious mind."
"How slow does his heart rate need to be?" Scott asked. Isaac crouched down to look at the ice-filled tub, letting go of my hand.
"Very slow."
"Okay, well, how slow is very slow?" Derek asked.
"Nearly dead." Deaton clarified. Isaac sent a panicked look towards me before touching the water. He hissed in pain when his hand made contact.
"It's safe, though, right?"
"Do you want me to answer honestly?" Deaton asked. I growled at him.
"Isaac?" I asked. He looked up at me, worry evident in his blue eyes, "Do you trust me?"
He nodded.
"Then trust me when I say I won't let anything bad happened to you."
He nodded and straightens himself from his crouch. He takes a deep breath, readying himself.
"Look, if it feels too risky, you don't have to do this." Derek told him. I reached out and grabbed his hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze. He looked back at me and nodded. He pulled himself loose of my hand and took off his shirt and handed it to me. With another loud exhale, he throws one leg over the edge of the trough. He gets into a sitting position, and held one of his hands out to me. I slip my fingers in between his.
"You won't let go right?"
"Not even if you break my hand." I said kneeling down next to the tub.
"Yeah, but seriously don't break her hand." Stiles commented. I shot him a look, before turning back to Isaac. He nods at me and looks back at Derek and Scott.
"I'm ready."
Scott takes of his jacket as Derek rolls up his sleeves. They get into position, with one hand on his shoulder and the other on his arm. Isaac takes a deep breath and then Derek and Scott plunge him into the icy water.
Isaac's survival instinct kicks in instantly and he begins struggling against their hold. He comes roaring out of the water, his grip on my hand his tight and he tries to use it for leverage. I hiss in pain.
"Jameson let go." Stiles orders.
"No!"
"Get him back under." Deaton instructs them.
"We're trying." Derek protests. Stiles makes an annoyed noise before grabbing Isaac's legs and pinning them down. His actions help Scott and Derek get him back under. After a few more moments, Isaac stops struggling and his grip on my hand grows lax. The boys let go, and Isaac slowly floats to the top.
"Now, remember, only I talk to him." Deaton tells us, "Too many voices will confuse him and draw him out."
We all nod in agreement.
"Isaac?" Dr. Deaton asks, "Can you hear me?"
"Yes," he answers, "I can hear you."
I breathe a sigh of relief.
"This is Dr. Deaton. I'd like to ask you a few questions. Is that all right?"
"Yes."
"I want to ask you about the night you found Erica and Boyd. I want you to remember it for me in as vivid detail as possible, like you're actually there again."
Isaac starts adding pressure to his hold on my hand.
"I don't wanna do that. I don't wanna do that. I don't wanna do that."
He started moving around in an agitated state and the lights began to flicker matching his mood. The guys moved to hold him down again.
"Isaac, it's all right. Just relax." Dr. Deaton said soothingly, "You can't be hurt by a memory."
I gave his hand a squeeze hoping he could feel it wherever he was.
"I don't wanna do that."
"It's all right."
"I don't wanna do that."
"Relax. Relax." Dr. Deaton repeated until Isaac calmed down, "Good. Now let's go back to that night. To the place where you found Erica and Boyd. Can you tell me what you see? Is there some kind of building? A house?"
"It's not a house. It's stone. I think marble."
"That's perfect. Can you give any other descriptors?"
"It's dusty, so empty."
"Like an abandoned building?"
The lights begin flickering again and Isaacs breathing is off.
"Isaac?" Dr. Deaton calls out, noticing the signs of Isaac's distress.
"Someone's here." Isaac panicked, as he gripped my hand tighter, "Someone's here."
"Isaac, relax." Dr. Deaton said evenly.
"No, no, no, no. They see me, they see me!" Isaac exclaims. He begins thrashing around again like he's running. Derek and Scott push down on his shoulders again.
"Just memories." Dr. Deaton reminded him gently, and Isaac begins to calm down again, "You won't be hurt by your memories. Just relax. Relax. Good. Now tell us what you see. Tell us everything."
"I'm climbing up some stairs. I can here Boyd. He's saying, 'I can't control it. Neither of us will.' He's saying that he'll be out of control when the moon rises."
"Is he talking to Erica?"
"I think so, I can't see. I can't see her. I can't see either of them."
"Can you hear anything else?"
"They're worried, worried what they'll do during the full moon. They're worried that they're gonna hurt each other."
"If they're locked in together with each other on the full moon they're gonna tear each other apart." Derek told us.
"Isaac, we need to find them right now. Can you see them?"
"No."
"Do you know what kind of room it is? Is there any kind of a marker? A number on a door? A sign?"
All of the sudden Isaac flings up into a sitting position. The lights start turning on and off quickly.
"They're here." He whispers, "They're here. They're here."
"It's all right."
"No, they're here."
"Just tell us…"
"They see me. They found me. They're here!"
"This isn't working. Isaac, where are you?" Derek demanded.
"Derek," I hissed.
"I can't see them. It's too dark!" Isaac yelled desperately trying to get out of the tub.
"Tell me where you are." Derek repeated as he pushed his Beta back under.
"I can't see!"
"You're going to confuse him." Deaton reminded Derek. But Derek was past caring.
"Isaac, where are you?" Derek asked, "Just tell me where you are?"
"His heart rate…" Deaton warned, "He could go into shock."
"Derek, let him go!" Scott yelled at him.
"Isaac, wh-"
"DEREK!" I roared at him. He instantly shut up. In a calmer voice I said, "Isaac?"
"James," He said panicking, "He's got a picture of Jameson. James you got to get out of here!"
"Where are we Isaac? How do we get out?" I asked him.
"A vault, we're in a bank vault! We need to get out now! They got me. They're dragging me somewhere, a closet. Oh my God, there's a dead body. They killed her. They killed Erica."
"Derek let him up." I ordered the Alpha. He nodded and released his hold on the Beta.
"I saw it!" Isaac yelled waking up from his trance, "I saw the name."
He starts to get up and Scott lets Isaac use him a leverage to pull himself out of the freeing water. I kept a firm grip on his hand and helped him over the edge. Deaton greeted him with a towel. I took it and wrapped it around Isaac.
"I-I-It's, uh, B-B-beacon Hilllls Nat-national Ba-bank." Isaac chattered, "It's an abandoned bank, and they're keeping them locked inside the vault. What?"
"You don't remember what you said, right before you came out of it, do you?" Stiles asked him.
"No." Isaac said shaking his head.
"You said when they captured you, that they dragged you into a room, and that there was a body in it."
"What body?" he asked looking down at me.
"Erica. You said it was Erica." I answered.
~Carry On~
Stiles' Perspective:
"She's not dead!" Derek insisted.
"Derek, he said, 'Oh my God, there's a dead body. They killed her. They killed Erica.' Doesn't exactly leave us much room for interpretation." I reminded.
"Just the first of many deaths you'll be the cause off." Jameson dug in.
"Jameson!" Scott yelled at her. She just snarled and leaned back against the wall next to Isaac. He put an arm around her and pulled her closer to him. He whispered something to her. She gave him a dirty look, before hopping down of the counter. Isaac followed after her and the pair left the room.
"What was all that about?" Deaton asked.
"That's what I want to know." I said eyeing Derek. He sighed and slammed his fist down on the exam table. He sighed braced himself against the table.
"The leader of the Alpha Pack, he's got a special interest in Jameson." Derek finally said.
"Special interest?" I asked, "What like he wants to make her his Alpha mate or her family did something?"
Derek huffed again.
"No, more like she is family."
"WHAT!"
I turned to look at Scott, who didn't look all surprised with the information.
"Why aren't you wearing a shock face? You should be wearing a shock face."
"She told me last night." He answered.
"So, when I asked you if she said anything, you lied to me?"
"She was drunk, Stiles, I didn't know what she meant."
"You still should have told me! She's my sistt..." I stopped myself realizing what I was going to say. I was going to say she was my sister, "She's my friend. I can't protect her when nobody tells me anything."
"I'm sorry, man. I just…"
"Yeah, I know."
"So what else do you know?" Scott asked Derek.
"Just that he's somehow related to her and that he's been keeping tabs on her."
"What's the leader's name?" Deaton asked.
"Deucalion." Derek answered. Deaton's eyes grew wide, "Wait do you know him?"
"I know of him. And I know that he's not from Jameson's father's side, but her mother's."
"Her mom's side?" I said, "Great. She talks about her mom less than she does her Dad.
"I wasn't too sure she even had a mom." Scott said.
"What do you know?" Deaton asked.
"Just that she died in the fire at the Cole Compound. That's like the only thing she said about her."
"There were not too many Coles that survived the fire that may be why Deucalion wants her." Deaton theorized, "To rebuild his family."
"Well it's more to go on then Jameson will ever give us."
"Now that we got that settled," Derek said, "Can we get back to the bigger problem at hand. If Erica is dead, who's in the vault with Boyd?"
"Obviously someone else."
"Maybe it was the girl on the motorcycle that saved Isaac," Scott said, "Or another werewolf."
"What if that's how Erica died. They pit them against each other during the full moon and see which one survives. It's like werewolf thunderdome." I offered.
"Then we get them out tonight." Derek said.
"Be smart about this Derek." Deaton warned, "You can't just go storming in."
"If Isaac got in, then so can we."
"But he didn't get through a vault door, did he?"
"We need a plan." Scott agreed. l pulled out my phone and started googling the bank. First item on the list…a bank robbery.
"How are we gonna come up with a plan to break into a bank vault in less than 24 hours?"
"Uh, I think someone already did," I said opening the article. "Beacon Hills First National closes its doors three months after vault robbery. Doesn't say here how it was robbed, but it probably won't take long to find out."
"How long?" Derek asked.
"It's the Internet, Derek." I said with a laugh, "Okay? Minutes."
I shook my head at him, such a silly werewolf.
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective:
Vampires. I love you, baby. Mommy!
I jolt awake for the second night in a row. My heart feels like's running a marathon without me. Out of all of my nightmares, this is the one I hate the most. I can barely make out her face anymore.
"Hey," Isaac's voice comes from the floor. I roll on my side and look down and saw him looking concerned, "What's wrong your heart's going crazy."
"Just a dream, go back to sleep." I said rolling over on my back. I heard the rustling of his sleeping bag as he moved again.
"Sounds like quite a dream."
"Isaac," I said warningly.
"Yeah, yeah I know." He said. When he didn't say anything else for a while, I thought he had gone back to sleep, but then he whispered, "We'll get Boyd back right?"
"Yeah, you guys will get him back." I told him. I close my eyes and try to go back to sleep, but I could still feel the flames of the fire. I sat up, hitting the bed with my hands in frustration, "Isaac?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you come up here…please," I asked softly. His head popped up over the edge of the bed, his eyes were swirling with an emotion I couldn't quite place. After a beat, he nods in agreement. I move over and lifted the blankets as he rose from the floor. He slips in next to me, and we both scoot down to make ourselves comfortable.
I turn over so my back is facing him. I expect him to curl up again me in a similar fashion, but I feel him come up behind me and slips his arm between mine and my side to wrap around my middle.
"Is this okay?" He askes unsure. It wasn't, it felt weird, but…
"Yeah…goodnight Isaac."
"Night, James."
~Carry On~
Cas' Perspective:
It has been months since I last checked on any of the Winchesters. The war was not going as well as I had hoped, and it was getting harder to sneak away for even a few moments. Dean was my first stop; from what I could see he was still living with that woman from before and had gotten a job in construction. He seemed determined to uphold the promise he made to his brother.
I left their home to find Jameson, and once again I had to search for her. She never seems to be in the same home twice. However, when I finally locate her in the house of her twitchy friend, she seemed to be more rooted than before. Her car was out front, shoes by the door, and she her favorite strawberry Pop-Tarts were in the kitchen cabinet. I found the girl herself upstairs in her own room in a compromising position. Wrapped in the arms of a boy, who did not have good intentions, Jameson Winchester slept dreamlessly. However, the echoes of her nightmares permeated the rooms along with…the boy's. He also had the mental scars of someone who had experience trauma.
Beginning to feel awkward, I looked about the room. It had been painted to look a night sky over a green field or meadow. The stars formed constellations, a shared interest of her and Sam Winchester. It was evident that it was her handiwork by the brush strokes, though there were some that were not hers.
Pictures stuck in the mirror of her dresser caught my attention. I crept closer to see a collection of images of her and the boys from my previous visits at the beach, there were also a few with the boy from tonight from some diner, and a photo strip of her and a redheaded girl make funny faces at the camera. In the top corners there was also a drawing she had done. I think it was…me. It was me, but a cartoon looking me with big eyes holding a cooking up to my mouth. Is this how she sees me?
I tapped the drawing and made a copy of it. I stuck the copy in my inside pocket before turning back to Jameson and the boy. Dean would want me to do something to him, so that he would never want to touch Jameson again. But…I could still hear his screams echoing with Jameson's. Maybe that it why she was allowing him this close. Anyway, it did not feel right to torture him, and I had spent to long here. I was needed back in Heaven.
"Sleep well, Jameson Winchester." I said before disappearing.
~Carry On~
Isaac's Perspective:
I woke up this morning to the overwhelming scent of smoky vanilla and leather, which presented a problem. I cautiously detangled myself from the girl I had spent most of the night happily curled around. I crept into the bathroom and stayed there until the problem went away, by the time it did Jameson was already up and dressed. She made us breakfast while I got ready and took us to school, not mentioning once why she had wanted me to share the bed with her. However, the longer she didn't the longer I could go on thinking what I wanted.
School was certainly interesting. With Jameson pissed at Derek and avoiding Stiles and Scott, I was the winner of Jameson's full attention. Well, not full attention. She was plotting something all day, and only half answering my questions. I have a terrible feeling she was planning on breaking into the bank. By herself, alone, solo, in the Winchester fashion. By lunchtime I knew I had to say something, even if it meant I got put on her hit list too.
"So when are we breaking in?" I asked her. We had skipped class to come to one of the computer lab's so she could do research. I was sitting across from her googling the bank.
Jameson looked up from the computer screen, with a raised eyebrow.
"We aren't breaking in anywhere." She said.
"Yes, we are. It's obvious you're planning something, and I'm the only one that's actually been in the bank, so…"
"Isaac, you were just captured, attacked, and then put in a sensory deprivation chamber." Jameson reminded me as she turned back to her screen, "You're not exactly battle-ready."
"But I'm angry." I told her, "They have my friend, killed the other, and most likely the girl who rescued me."
She looked me up and down once, before settling to look in my eye.
"Fine, but we do this my way and my way only. No going rogue or trying to be a hero. Okay?"
"Yes, ma'am," I said with a salute.
"Good, now get over here, so I can show how to hack into the police's database."
"Can you really do that?"
"I learned from a guy from Stanford." She said with a shrug, before motioning me over, "And… it's easy when you know the Sheriff's password."
Hacking…breaking in to places…I think I like the Winchester way.
~Carry On~
Scott's Perspective:
"Come on, James, pick up?" I said as the phone rang. This was the third time I had called in in half an hour. We could really use her on this.
"This is Jameson Winchester. Leave your name, number, and nightmare at the tone."
"Damn it!"
"Is she still not answering?" Stiles asked.
"No, looks like we're on our own."
"Then let's get to work," Derek said. Stiles and I nodded headed over to the table in his loft.
"Okay, see this?" Stiles asked laying out the building plans for us to see, "This is how they got in. It's a rooftop air conditioning vent. Leads down inside into the wall of the vault, which is here."
He took a marker from his pocket and circled the area in question.
"One of the robbers was lowered into this shaft," Stiles continued, "Now, that space is so small, it took him about 12 hours to drill into the wall, which is stone, by the way. Then throughout the rest of the night, they siphoned the cash up to the guys back on the roof through that one little shaft in the wall. Boom."
He marked the spot he was talking about with a hard jab to emphasis his point.
"Can we fit in there?" I asked.
"Yes, we can, but very, very barely. And they also patched the wall, obviously, so we're gonna need a drill of some kind. I'm thinking maybe a diamond bit…"
"Look, forget the drill." Derek said.
"Sorry?" Stiles asked.
"If I go in first, how much space do I have?"
Stiles looked at me, I shook my head I had no idea what he was saying either.
"Wh-what do you think you're gonna do, Derek? You gonna punch through the wall?" Stiles mocked him.
"Yes, Stiles, I'm gonna punch through the wall." Derek answered folding his arms across his chest.
"Okay, big guy. Let's see it. Make that fist." Stiles called Derek out, "Big old fist. Make it. Come on. Get it out there. Don't be scared. Big Bad Wolf. Yeah look at that. Okay, see this?"
Stiles grabbed Derek's wrist and held up his hand near his fist.
"That's maybe three inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid..."
Derek shot out his fist into Stiles' hand and sent him flying back.
"Aah! Aah!" Stiles yelled clutching his whole arm. I gave Derek a "what the hell" look and he just raised one shoulder, "He can do it!'
"I'll get through the wall." Derek said assuredly, "Who's following me down?"
"Don't look at me." Peter said, "I'm not up to fighting speed yet, and honestly, with Isaac out of commission and not answering his phone, you're not looking at very good odds for yourself."
"So I'm supposed to just let them die?"
"One of them is already dead." Peter reminded him.
"We don't know that!" Derek yelled at him.
"Do I have to remind you what we're up against here? A pack of Alphas, All of them killers. And if that's not enough to scare your testicles back into your stomach, try to remember that two of them combine bodies to from one giant Alpha. I'm sure Erica and Boyd were sweet kids. They're gonna be missed."
"Can someone kill him again, please?" Stiles asked glaring at Peter.
"Derek, seriously," Peter started again, "not worth the risk."
"What about you?" Derek asked.
"Yeah, if you want me to come..." Stiles replied.
"Not you." Derek interrupted him.
"Scott." Stiles clarified. He looked at me and pointing his thumb at Derek, asking me what I thought.
"I don't know about Erica." I told him. Isaac had seemed pretty sure he was dead, "But if Boyd's still alive we have to do something. We have to try."
"But?" Derek asked.
"Who's the other girl?" I asked, "The one locked in there with Boyd?"
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective:
"What the hell is she doing here?" I said to myself. I was looking through binoculars across the street from the bank, trying to detect any movement from the inside when, Allison Argent showed up.
"What?" Isaac asked.
"Argent, she's here at the bank."
I spun the zooming thing and noticed the logo on the door. Shit! It's the one on her and Lydia's arm.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!"
"What?"
"She's going in." I told Isaac, "She's getting proof that the mark on her and Lydia's arm means something. Shit! We have to move now."
Isaac nodded and grabbed our stuff and put in the bag. I pushed down the fire escape ladder and clambered down as Isaac hid the bag under some old newspapers. He followed down a moment after. We stuck close to the wall and headed to the mouth of the alley. I peered around the corner and saw that it was clear. I motioned for Isaac to wait and stepped out. Halfway across the street I signaled Isaac to follow. We entered the alleyway and headed to the fire escape.
"Give me a boost."
He nodded and picked me up by the waist and raised me up towards the ladder gap. I pulled myself up and then reached down both arms for Isaac to use. Together we got him up on the first level. We headed up to the second level and I tried to open the window. It was either stuck or locked, maybe both. I stepped on the window ledge and pulled out a pocket knife and stuck in the gap between the two windows. It took a few tries but I did manage to flip the lock.
"Okay," I said climbing down, "Try the window now."
"Yep," Isaac said. He gripped the edges and pulled up. The window was raising but got stuck after a few inches.
"Okay, lift from the bottom now."
He nodded and got a good hold on it and lifted it enough that we could at least slip in.
"Nice," I said. He stood up proudly, a made a sweeping gesture for me to go first. I curtsied, and stuck my legs in the gap and slid in. Isaac followed in after me, "Where's the vault?"
"This way," Isaac answered. I followed him down the hall to the large opening. Stay against the edge of the mouth of the hallway, Isaac pointed down to the vault.
"That's a vault." I said. It was certainly impressive and nobody was getting through it any time soon. But we had to try.
"Okay, so we find Argent, stop her from doing something stupid. Then we're gonna crack the vault the old fashion way. We're gonna try some numbers and you use your super-hearing to listen for clicks. We open the vault, knock out Boyd and the girl with tranqs and try not get caught." I told Isaac the plan.
"Seems simple enough."
"Yeah, the first and last parts will be difficult, but other than that yeah. Can you smell her?"
Isaac took a whiff of the air.
"Yeah, I can hear her too. She's fighting with someone."
"Shit! Okay, new plan. Grab Argent. Call Scott for back-up."
"What about Derek?"
I shot him a look and he held his arms up in surrender.
"Go!" I ordered. He held his hands up higher before turning around the corner and heading towards the stairs. We were about halfway down the stairs when Isaac stopped short.
"What?" I asked.
"Someone else is here?"
"The Alphas?"
"No, my French teacher." Isaac said confused.
"Ms. Morell? The guidance counselor?"
"Yeah, she's telling Allison to get in a closet and wait until the fighting starts."'
"What fighting?"
"Shh…shh…" Isaac said holding his hand up, "They're here."
"Isaac, run!" I said. I pulled out my gun and the pair of us raced down the stairs.
"In that office," Isaac whispered. I nodded and followed him in the room. Thankfully the only the door was made of glass. So we had some place to hide. Isaac pulled me to the corner of the room along the wall with the door. He pressed me into the corner and stood in front of me. I looked up in surprise and saw that he had transformed. He actually wanted to fight his way out. Hopefully though we wouldn't have too, not yet. One day I would take them all down, but not today.
~Carry On`
Scott's Perspective:
"What?" Derek asked me as we rounded the corner of the bank.
"There's just something I can't get out of my head."
"The moon's rising, Scott. What is it?"
"Risk and Reward."
"Which means what?"
"We're not measuring the risk with enough information. We don't know enough."
"We know time is running out."
"Yeah, but think about it. They put the triskele on your door four months ago. What have they been doing all this time? Why wait until now?"
"We don't have time to figure out every little detail."
"But what if this detail, the reason why they waited, what if it's the most important one?'
"Then we do nothing. And Boyd and Erica are dead. I know what I am risking. My life for theirs." Derek said. He then jumped up and grabbed on to the bars on a nearby window before jumping onto the fire escape ladder and pulling it down.
"And I won't blame you if you don't follow me." Derek looked down to say to me before climbing up the ladder. I sighed. I couldn't let him do this alone. I followed up after him and climbed to the first level. I familiar scent caught my attention…smoky vanilla and leather. It was fresh maybe 10 minutes old at the most.
"Jameson!" I exclaimed.
~Carry On~
Thud! Thud! Thud! Boom!
Oh my god, he did it! Derek did it! He got through the wall. He fell into the room with the last good kick to the wall, leaving a huge gaping hole in his wake. I climbed in after him and looked around for Boyd. I spotted him along the wall of safety deposit boxes.
"Boyd?" Derek called out, "Boyd?"
Boyd turned to us growling.
"It's me." Derek said calmly, "It's Derek."
My phone started buzzing like crazy in my front pocket. I reached in a pulled it out and saw that it was Stiles.
"Stiles, not is not the best time."
"Scott! Scott! No, listen to me, okay? Look, you got to get out of there. Look, the walls of the vault are made with a mineral called hecatolite. It scatters the moonlight." Stiles explained.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"We're here to get you out." Derek said taking a cautious step forward.
"Look it keeps the moonlight out, okay? They haven't felt the full moon in months"
"Think of it like the gladiators in the Roman Colosseum." Peter chimed in, "They used to starve the lions for three days to make them more vicious. More out of control. Deucalion had kept them from shifting for three full moons, diminishing their tolerance to it."
"Scott, they're going to be stronger" Stiles added.
"More savage, more bloodthirsty. Scott, they're the lions." Peter continued, "They are the starved lions, and you and Derek just stepped into the Colosseum."
"Derek, we got a problem, a really big problem," I told him. As soon as I heard that a second growl echoed through the vault, and a girl stepped out from behind Boyd.
"Cora?" Derek asked in shock.
"Who?"
"Cora?"
"Derek, get out!" The girl gritted out, "Get out now!"
"Scott?" Stiles called out, "Hey, Scott!"
I didn't answer him, because I noticed something else about the room. We were in a circle of mountain ash. The vault door opened, and Ms. Morell stood in the doorway. What? She looked at me before dropping more ash on the ground completing the circle.
"No! Wait!" I called out to her, but it was too late. She finished the line. Cora and Boyd's eyes began to glow and the growling got worse. They were totally gone.
"Scott? Scott, are you hearing this?" I heard Stiles through my phone. I hung up on him, he didn't need to hear this. Boyd roared loudly before attacking. Here we go.
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective:
Isaac had his ear pressed against the wall, listening for anything at this point.
"The fighting's started." He said turning towards me, "We need to go."
I nodded and headed to the door. I held my gun up, ready to shoot my way out of here if necessary.
"Ready?" I asked him.
"Nope."
"Well, okay then." I said and opened the door. We made our way out and we were about to head out the front door, when I heard a familiar roar.
"Scott."
I took off straight for the fighting.
"Jameson!" Isaac yelled after me. I kept going for the vault and got there the same time the Argent girl did. We both looked at each other before peering inside.
"Scott, look out!" I called out when I noticed Boyd trying to sneak up on him. Scott manages to catch his arm, but Boyd uses his other one to stab Scott in the gut.
"Hey!" I called out, stepping into the fighting ring. Boyd turned his animalistic eyes towards me, "Pick on someone your own size."
He growled and began stalking towards me. I waited until just the right moment. He lifted his arm to swipe at me but I ducked low and slid away from him. I turned on my back and shot him in the back of the knee. He stumbled but it barely stopped him. He just stood back up and came at me again.
"No! Don't break the seal." I heard Derek yell. I looked past Boyd to see the Argent girl crouched in the door way over what looked to be mountain ash. I shook my head at her when she looked at me.
"Jameson!" Isaac yelled as he came up on the vault. It distracted Boyd for a moment and I was able to get into a standing position.
"Don't come in Isaac." I told him, "There's mountain ash."
"James, walk this way." Scott said. I did and so did Boyd. Scott unsheathed his claws and Boyd took that as an invitation to fight. He charged at Scott.
"No!" I screamed launching myself at Boyd. I got on his back and pulled out the tranq from my pocket. I tried to stab it in his neck but he banged me against a pillar knocking me loose.
"Jameson!" Isaac and Scott yelled. They both roared and I saw multiple Isaacs and Scotts running towards Boyd. The boys slashed at him, cutting him up good. Suddenly Boyd grabbed one or all of the Isaacs' wrists and bent it backwards forcing them on their knees. With Isaac out of the way, Boyd turned his full attention towards the Scotts…no, one Scott, he back handed him send Scott to the ground. Boyd then picked him up by his neck and held him against the wall. He was crushing Scott's wind pipe. I began groggily reaching for one of my knives.
"Hey, Boyd!" Allison called out. Boyd turned toward her. Seeing that his attention was on her, she cleared away the ash.
"No!" I yelled as Boyd and another werewolf blurred past me and out the opening. Derek rushed after them, but pulled the Argent girl away from the opening.
"Don't touch her!" Scott yelled at him as he made his way over to me.
"What were you thinking?" I could hear Derek yell at her.
"That I had to do something."
I snorted. Scott gave me a look as he looked at the back of my head. He touched the spot where my head banged against the column and I hissed.
"That's gonna need some ice."
"Probably some alcohol too."
Scott gave me a look.
"For the pain," I explained. He rolled his eyes and picked me up bridal style.
"Are you okay, Isaac?" Scott asked turning towards the boy.
"Yeah," He said cradling her wrist.
"And what do you think they're gonna do out there now that they're free?" Derek's voice roared.
"Enough!" Scott yelled stepping out of the vault. Both of them ignored him.
"You wanna blame me? Well, I'm not the one turning teenagers into killers." Allison snapped back.
"No. No, that's just the rest of your family." Derek taunted.
"I've made mistakes." Allison admitted, "Gerard is not my fault."
"And what about your mother?" Derek asked her.
"What do you mean?"
"He means do you know what your mother was really doing the night she got bit?" I chimed in.
"Jameson." Scott hissed at me.
"What?"
"Tell her, Scott." Derek agreed.
"What do they mean, Scott? What do they mean?"
~Carry On~
Hope you all enjoyed some of the scene changes with Isaac and Castiel. Other than that it was mostly grammar.