Derek's POV
Derek paced around the remains of his house, he had being do this for about half an hour, just pacing slowing thinking about what he had done. He had almost been caught today following the kid, but he had to know, he had to know if it was him that had been scratched, Derek had wanted answers but now he wished be hadn't bothered at all, how could he be so stupid he thought, he had scratched the kid! Derek knew what this meant, the kid was going to turn. Great another pup he had to watch out for, only this was different Derek wasn't even the Alpha he had only heard of one cause where a beta turned a human into a werewolf and that was centuries ago. It was almost impossible but Derek had been ill that day and that meant big trouble, not only was the kid going to turn because of him, he was going to be in love with Derek.
The venom in Derek's claws when he scratched Jackson was a million times worse then it normally is, this meant that anyone who would have had even the slightest bit of it would not only turn but would crave the venom when they did turn, it meant that Jackson would fall for the person that the venom belonged to and that was Derek. What was he going to do, he couldn't just let the kid turn by himself, no if Jackson is an arse when hes human, hes going to be an even bigger dick when hes a werewolf, who knows what he would do. Derek had to watch him, follow him until he turned but he was going to need help, who could he call, he didn't have any friends or even any family left, he was completely alone on this, no wait there was someone but why would he want to help Derek, he had been a complete dick to him, well he did deserve it sometimes for being such a whiny and pathetic excuse for a werewolf, but right now Derek needed help and Scott was the only one who could help him. At this Derek ran to his car and started the engine as quickly as he could, he then sped of toward Scotts house, Yes Scott was the only one who could help him.
Derek pulled up outsides Scott's house in merely 5 minutes, he had driven like a maniac not caring if he had hit anything that got in his way. It was still early Scott would probably still be in bed, god the kid was lazy. Derek got out of his car and ran to Scotts window, he knew where it was as this wasn't the first time he was going to do this, Derek jumped up to the open window, thinking that the kid should really shut it through the night but was really glad that he didn't. As Derek scanned Scotts bedroom for the kid he saw two shapes in the bed, crap was it the wrong room or had Scotts been lucky last night, Probably not. The two shapes under the duvet began to move clearly not liking the sound of the bump where Derek had landed in the room. Just has the duvet was pulled from over the shapes, Derek saw Scotts messy hair and then something he was not expecting, Scotts annoying friend Stiles sat up in the bed rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
Derek turned away from them, this was not a sight Derek wanted to see, Scott and Stiles in the same bed, probably having a girly sleepover. ''What the'' he heard Stiles say, Derek turned back around to see Stiles staring straight at him, a worried expression on his face. Scott then began to wake up ''Stiles, what's wrong man, what time is it'' Scott asked, 'Umm I think you should see this'' Stiles replied not taking his eyes of Derek. With that Scott sat up and looked at Stiles and then at Derek finally noticing he was there. ''Good morning'' Derek said smirking, he loved how scared he made people feel, it made him feel in control. ''What the hell are you doing here Derek'' Scott asked. Derek really didn't want to say this, ''I need your help'' he said quietly not even sure they heard but as Scott and Stiles turned to face each other, he was pretty sure they heard and they were clearly as surprised as he was. Scott got out of the bed and walk around to stand opposite Derek, Stiles had only moved but didn't stand just sat at the end of the bed. ''How could you possibly need our help, and why would I help you'' Scott spat a little harshly but with a worrying tone to his voice. ''Look Scott, I know I'm not your favourite person right now but I really need your help, and if you think you know what's best for you, you will help me'' Derek replied not really caring if he scared him more, He knows that he should be nice to Scott but he really wasn't amused right now and they were running out of time. ''What do you need help with'' Stiles asked, ''forgot where you buried your bone'' He continued smirking, No Derek really wasn't amused he glared at Stiles which made the boy look away and then he finally said ''The day I was shot, I had went to your school looking for you, but I found someone else instead,'' Derek really didn't know how to say this, ''I scratched that Jackson kid and now hes going to turn into a werewolf and fall in love with me and hes probably going to go on a rampage when I reject him and then well he'll kill alot of people and we need to make sure that doesn't happen, Derek said without breathing.
Scott and Stiles looked at him like he was crazy, Stiles tried to speak probably think of something stupid to say instead he closed his mouth, there was a long silence before Derek finally growled getting annoyed, ''Well say something!'' he spat. The boys just looked at him before Scott finally said, ''How can he turn, I mean I thought only Alpha's could turn people, I don't understand'', Derek was glad someone had said something, ''Its a long story, look the venom in my claws were really lethal that day because I was so ill, therefore it didn't kill Jackson like it normally would, it injected itself into his blood stream, it doesn't normally happen but it did so I need your help'', 'Hey now Jackson is the one on drugs'' Stiles said smirking, clearly amused by the situation, Derek just ignored the idiot and said ''I need your help to watch Jackson, we need to be there when he turns so we can stop him from doing anything stupid, you know how clumsy new werewolves are'' he clearly aimed this at Scott, who was not impressed, he gave Derek a dirty look. ''Okay we will help you'', Scott told him. ''but you need to promise to not be such an arse'' Scott said, ''And stop wearing the same shirt all the time'' Stiles added trying to make a joke, clearly not a good one. Derek rolled his eyes, ''okay, I will try'' he said. Scott accepted this and asked ''what should we do'', ''Okay this is the plan'' Derek said. He was glad he didn't have to do this on his own, he couldn't just leave Jackson to get himself killed, even though he didn't love him like Jackson was going to love Derek, he still sort of cared for him, I mean this is the first pup Derek would have made, he winced at the idea and carried on talking to Scott and Stiles about the plan.
Jackson's POV
Man could this day get any worse, Jackson just finish his 3rd math lesson of the day, and now he had to go to lacrosse training, feeling like crap he really shouldn't have ran with Danny this morning, it really took alot out of him. He was feeling like shit and he looked it too, every so often someone would come up to him and ask ''Jackson are you okay?'' or ''Man you look like hell'', yes thank you very much for pointing that out, sometimes Jackson actually hated being popular, everyone notices everything you do and days like this is when Jackson really can't handle anything or anyone, he nearly punched some dude who pushed in the line at lunch, Danny had to hold him back ''What the hell man, calm down'', Danny had yelled at him, Jackson had just walked off before he turned on Danny too. He couldn't help it everything got under his skin and the scar on his neck wasn't helping much either, it stung like hell. Jackson had already changed the bandage a million times today it was getting worse, he thought that he should make an appointment to see a doctor but he wouldn't know what to say, 'yer umm this guy scratched me with something and now I'm having dreams', The doctor would probably send him to a metal ward.
''Jackson'', his name being called stopped him from his thoughts, he knew the voice he just didn't want to turn around, ''Jackson'', the person called again. For fuck sake, Jackson finally decided to turn around, ''What the hell do you want McCall?'' Jackson said bitterly, ''I was umm.. just wondering umm..'', Scott began, ''Spit it out, I don't have all day'' Jackson spat, Man he needed to punch something, ''Okay well I need to talk to you'', Scott finally managed to say. Jackson glared at him, ''TALK THEN'' he yelled, he didn't mean to shout it so loud but McCall really was being an annoying twat and he really didn't feel good. Scott jumped back in surprise, he looked like he just wanted to run away but finally he says ''Okay umm but we can't talk here though we need to talk in private'', Jackson rolled his eyes, he really wasn't getting anywhere, he knew McCall didn't have anything interesting to say and if he didn't go now he would probably knock him to the ground, which actually wouldn't mind doing, ''Look, Jackson please I really need to talk to you'', he sounded worried. ''Fine lets go'', Jackson really didn't have any energy in him to argue anymore. Scott followed Jackson out to the parking lot until they reached his Porsche, ''Wait umm.. I can't'' Scott began before Jackson cut him off, '' What never skipped school before McCall, You wanted to talk to me in private, so stop being such a pansy and get in the car'', This was going to be a long night. Scott walked around to the passenger door and got it, Jackson skidded out of the parking lot and sped onto the highway, ''Right we are alone now, talk'', Jackson told him, ''Okay this is going to sound crazy but your turning into a werewolf'', Jackson stopped the car rather harshly nearly knocking his head onto the wheel, ''What the- you made me skip school to tell me some crazy bullshit you- man you better get out of the car and stop fucking me around before I kick your screwed up arse'', ''Look Jackson, I know it sounds crazy but the scar on your neck'', Scott couldn't finish as Jackson began to yell, ''GET OUT OF MY CAR YOU DRUGGED UP FREAK'', Scott looked terrified he tried to say something but just keep opening and closing his mouth, he finally gave up and got out of the car. Jackson didn't even wait for him to close the door he just started the car and sped off, Man he was angry, what the hell is McCall on hes even crazier then him, Jackson then realized what Scott had said last ''The scar'' he repeated and brought his hand up to the mark, ''This doesn't make any sense'', he told himself, why would McCall say those thing, I mean a werewolf that's just crazy, was he a werewolf, Jackson could have hit himself for saying that, of course he wasn't a werewolf, McCall is on drugs that's why hes been acting weird, but how did he know about the scar?
Jackson couldn't deal with this right now, he was in agony, he took a turn on his left and pulled up into the forest by the road, all he knew was that he needed some time to be alone. Jackson got out of the car and went to his trunk, he pulled out a bottle of vodka, he knew it was a good idea to keep bottles in there for emergencies like this, he almost wanted to give himself an applause but that would be weird. Jackson shut his trunk with the bottle in his hand and slumped down against a tree, he needed this, he needed to forget his life for a few hours so he started to drink the bottle. Jackson didn't know how much he had drunk but he started to feel dizzy, this was what he wanted, he took a few last sips of the bottle before he finally saw the darkness, Jackson collapsed dropping the bottle as he lay down next to the tree.
Derek's POV
Derek walked past the badly parked Porsche and glanced at the kid laying on the ground, he looked peacefully like he was sleeping but Derek knew that wasn't the case. He walked over to Jackson and pick him up slinging him over his shoulder carefully, he walked back to the car, trying to hold Jackson up at the same time. He gently placed Jackson on the back seats, man the kid looked cute, no he did not just think that, he couldn't think that! Derek fished the keys out of Jackson's jacket and sat in the driver's seat, he then started the car and drove off. Derek pulled up outside his house, he moaned when he realized there wasn't exactly any where the kid could go as the house was messed up, instead of slinging Jackson across his shoulders again he carried him in his arms like a groom carrying his newlywed wife. Derek carried Jackson up the stairs and placed him into his bed, the kid would totally freak when he woke up but Derek didn't care right now he just slung down into his armchair and watched Jackson sleep, ''Man this is going to be harder then I thought'', he mumbled to himself.