It was a typical Monday morning at Beacon Hills High School. All of the students were milling about near the parking lot. The popular kids stood mingling around the main walkway. The less popular kids darted back and forth between the popular kids in the hope that they would be ignored and spared any humiliation. There was nothing out of the ordinary whatsoever. That is until one of the moderately popular kids pointed out the fact that someone had parked in Jackson's space. They didn't know who it was but whoever it belonged to didn't know that they had just signed their own death warrant.
Just then, the car door swung open and out stepped Derek "the ex-fugitive" Hale. He had cleaned up and sported a light blue and white oxford rolled up to the elbows, fitted jeans and a great pair of aviators. It seemed ironic that the first impression that came to mind was that he was dressed to kill. Everyone had easily forgotten about Jackson's reaction with the likelihood their own impending deaths. That is until, movement on the other side of the car caught their eyes and out stepped Jackson himself. Since when did Jackson and Hale hang out? Most of the social groups in Beacon Hills consisted of overlapping cliques but none of those were open to serial killers in training. He hadn't been convicted of anything yet but why tempt fate?
"Hey guys, what's up?" Jackson asked as if it was normal to make his entrance with Derek Hale everyday. This was going to be his moment to show Derek that he had what it took to be of use to him. Besides he and Lydia had written the rules on what it took to be a convincing power couple. Showtime in 3...2...1. As if on queue, Derek walked up and threw an arm around his shoulders before taking off his shades and shooting a dazzling smile towards the female population. The blushes and "awws" went through the crowd like a wave. Once the girls fell for them, the male population would follow without question.
"This is Derek, though I'm sure that most of you have probably heard of him before. Don't believe the bad press, I've found that the only time that he deserved a slap on the wrist was when he was caught sneaking out through my window." That cinched it. The girls were hugging them both and the guys were giving Derek the "knowing" thumbs up. Derek had to do the rest and seal the deal.
"Everyone as a show of good faith, I want to invite everyone over to my house for a party. It'll be the talk of the town. I've got to run but J is going to get the details to you guys. Nice meeting all of you." Derek stepped up behind Jackson and pulled him to his chest bringing a flush to the teen's face. It was official. "Dackson" was born and became the most talked about subject at school.
Later that day in the hall, Jackson figured that it was the best time to implement the second portion of his plan. He had to find a way to get Stilinski and McCall to start hanging out with them, but neither boy seemed to want to talk to him. They were probably worried that he might out them or something. He had no idea why Derek was so big on that loser Stilinski anyways, but he'd keep his end of the bargain. There was only one person that he could turn to. This had better work or there was a chance that his limbs might no longer work upon failing this far into the mission. He grabbed his bag and jogged down the hallway.
"Allison, wait up. I need you to pass along a message for me." He had seen her talking to Stilinski earlier and figured that she still held a spot in McCall's heart even if it was only as a friend. He pulled her aside and thanked her profusely for agreeing.
That lunch period was probably the lamest lunch period in history. Everyone at every table was talking about Derek and Jackson, Jackson and Derek or how cool it would be to hang out with Dackson. Scott wasn't exagerating at all because he'd listened in on every conversation in the hopes of hearing something different. To his dismay the one-sided conversation at his table started up again.
"Dude, I didn't think that Derek was into dudes! I totally tossed out my line and he so didn't bite. I mean look at me. I'm cute; adorably so, and I've got brains to match. Stiles "the total package" Stilinski! He chooses to go out with-" Scott tuned him out again as Allison walked in. She'd ignored him in the halls and sent his calls straight to voicemail. He had given up all hope of ever existing in her world again, until he noticed that she had stopped right in front of their table.
"I want you both to know that I'm so incredibly happy for you. I mean Scott, I was so hurt by the fact that you were hiding something from me that it never occurred that you might have been hurting yourself in doing so." At the look of confusion from both boys she squeezed Stiles' hand and brought Scott into a tight hug, which he returned fervently. She pulled back and saw that Stiles was still looking completely lost but Scott's eyes were a bit glassy. He must have been understanding what she was trying to say.
"I knew that you two were close but I hadn't considered the possibility of you two meaning this much to each other. I mean, I was being irrational and wasn't going to speak to you ever again Scott. Please forgive me. I'd like to make it up to you and go out to this great bakery with the best cinnamon rolls that I've ever had. Besides, we can use the time to catch up and you can tell me all about how you and Stiles began dating." She winked at Stiles as he began to object but hissed in what must have been shock at her little jibe. "I'm not the only one that cares about you guys. Jackson and Derek need help prepping for the party and really want you guys to be a part of it. Don't worry guys, we're all rooting for you." Allison reached for both of their hands and covered them with on another before walking over to sit with Lydia who was watching to whole interaction with obvious interest.
"You had better have a good reason for kicking me and an even better one for letting her walk off with that crazy idea of hers." Stiles was now ignoring his more than likely bruised shin in favor of counting the people not staring at them. Hmm, didn't take very long to count to zero.
"Dude, I'm sorry about that, but If we don't do this, then Allison will definitely never speak to me again. Besides, you can make Derek see that he's missing out on the total awesomeness that is Stiles." Scott was hoping that this might sway Stiles' decision to go through with this.
"Okay, I suppose but we need to make this look good."He didn't get to say anymore because Scott grabbed him by the hand and hauled him through the packed cafeteria and out of the doors as quickly as possible. Stiles didn't know what was going on until he heard catcalls and the crowd chanting "Take him to the broom closet!" They went to the tiny space to wait out the appropriate amount of time by playing Tetris on their graphing calculators and making sure to look completely disheveled.
Jackson wanted to applaud Allison's approach. He thought that getting Derek to change out of those "wanted dead or alive" clothes was hard, but he never would have been able to do what she did. Now that those two were on board, the next phase would be pretty easy.
Too bad he didn't know that it is nearly impossible to make plans for people with plans of their own.
AN: Sorry about the "Dead or Alive" quote. I just listened to the "Rock of Ages" movie soundtrack and had a weak moment.
Thanks everyone for the favorites, reviews and alerts!
Kataragurl27- I'm glad that you enjoyed it.
Dereksgirl24- You are so right. I wish that you could have been his adviser. Gotta love misunderstandings. That episode was really good, wasn't it?
