Chapter 3: Buzzing and Screaming
AN: Alright for here on out I'm going to be taking more "ownership" of this story and making it more of my own. I will keep the frame of Season 3B, but there will be some twists and things left out in order to get where I want this story to go. So be prepared because nothing is safe. Oh please, excuse any spelling mistakes.
~Carry On~
Stiles' Perspective:
"Okay, I'm done with this shit." Jameson said picking up my mattress and dumping me on the floor.
"What the hell, dude?"
"Don't "what the hell" me, you idjit." She shot back, "You've been a total asshole for two days now. You haven't said more than three words to me or Scott. And don't think I didn't hear that comment you made at breakfast this morning. You know the whole: 'If I wanted to share breakfast with a traitor I would have had Eggs Benedict.'"
"Well it's true." I said getting up.
"Scott and I—"
"La la la la la la." I interrupted her. Jameson gave me the death glare and tossed a pillow at my head.
"Oh, will you grow up." She yelled at me, "We're seeing each other, get over it."
"I will not get over it." I told her, "This is a serious violation of bro-code on his part and you….sibling code. You know the one where you don't date your brother's best friend."
"Oh my God, Stiles! That's not a rule, it happens all the time."
"Well, I don't like it."
"What is going on in here?" Dad asked coming into the room, with his hands on his waist. I stood up and pointed at Jameson.
"She's dating Scott."
"Oh," Dad said rocking back on his heel
"We're not dating," Jameson said rolling her eyes in exasperation, "We're just…seeing where it's goes. It's…."
"It's a violation of several codes is what it is." I cut her off.
"Oh my God." Jameson said running her hands over his face.
"Stiles, what's the problem with Jameson dat-"Dad starts.
"We're not dating." Jameson interrupted.
See there's another problem, commitment issues. Scott's gonna want Jameson to commit, and Jameson's a flight risk.
"Fine, seeing each other. Stiles what's wrong with them seeing each other."
"Well for one they lied to me for weeks."
"We didn't lie to you, Scott wanted to tell you, but it never seemed to be the right time." Jameson argued.
"There was plenty of time. It only takes two seconds for you or him to say: 'Jameson and I are seeing each other.'"
"Fine, I'm sorry, we're horrible people. Whoo, you win. Now will you go make-up with Scott?" Jameson asked pointing at the door, "Here I thought that Allison was going to be my biggest competition, but I completely forgot the First Husbands Club."
My mouth fell opened and I tried to come up with a good comeback but I had nothing.
"Blame it all on me and just go make up with your best friend, I can't handle any more of his whining." She said pointing at the door again, "Go, now!"
I stood still testing her. She raised her eyebrow and pushed up the sleeves of her jacket and marched across the room. She grabbed my ear and started pulling me towards the door.
"Ow, ow, ow." I exclaimed. I grabbed her hand and pulled her loose, "Okay, I'm going."
"Good," she said pushing me out of the door, "And get your head out of your ass it's not a hat, you idjit."
"Jameson Winchester!" I heard Dad admonished.
"He's your asshat." Jameson sassed back, "Now go make up with your boyfriend."
"I'm going!" I yelled back at her. Maybe it's not Jameson I should worry about, maybe it's Scott for having to put up with that.
~Carry On~
Considering it was only a couple hours before Mischief Day, when Jameson kicked me out of the house to make up Scott, I thought that some mischief would be a good "bonding" experience. I can do my task and he can do his, and neither of us will really have to talk to each other, and it would get Jameson off my back for a bit. So I came up with a great prank to play on Coach, and texted Scott to meet me at the school at midnight. But when I got there, he was nowhere to be seen. So much for wanting to make-up. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and dialed Scott's number as I crept into the guy's locker room.
"Hello." Scott answered sleepily.
"Get your ass down here now." I ordered skipping the pleasantries, "We have a job to do."
"Dude, I'm already in bed. And aren't we getting a little old for this?"
"We do this for Coach." I reminded him.
"I thought we did this to Coach."
"Whatever, you know he needs this. He lives for this stuff, you know. He loves it."
"But it's the middle of the night."
"12:15 actually. Which means it's after midnight and officially Mischief Night/ Day, and, by perfectly awesome coincidence, it also happens to be Coach's birthday. And Jameson kicked me out of the house until we make up, so if you are not down here in five seconds, I will destroy you and then I will have to come live with you because Jameson won't let me come home. So in other words get here now, so I can prank Coach and go home. Okay? And I was serious about it being five seconds. Five. Four. Three. Two…" I count down, I feel something behind me and turn around and jump ten feet in the air when I see Scott, my feet get tangled up in the landing and I fall flat on my face.
"One." He says grinning.
"I hate you." I told him.
~Carry On~
Scott's Perspective:
I go to park my bike in my normal spot, but find two Ducatis parked there instead. I pulled into the spot two down from where the twins were. I got off my bike and they followed suit, they came around the sidewalk to stand in front of me.
"You're back in school?" I asked them.
"No, just to talk." Ethan answered.
"Oh," Stiles said coming up to us, "That's kind of a change of pace for you guys. Seeing as how usually, you're just hurting, maiming, and killing."
"You need a pack," Aiden said ignoring Stiles, "We need an Alpha."
"Yeah. Absolutely not." Stiles answered for me, "That's hilarious though."
"You came to us for help. We helped." Ethan reminded Stiles.
"You beat his face into a bloody pulp, and bruised Jameson's side. That's not helping. In my opinion, that's actually counter-productive."
"It got him to roar, didn't it?" Aiden defended their actions. Stiles rolled his eyes.
"Why would I say yes?" I asked.
"We'd add strength." Aiden said, "We'd make you more powerful. There's no reason to say no."
"I can think of one." Isaac's voice came from behind me, "Like the two of you holding Derek's claws while Kali impaled Boyd."
"Then there's the matter of a lunch detention incident, trying to kill Derek, and… oh, yeah, we hate you." Jameson deadpanned.
"You know, I don't know why we're not impaling them right now." Isaac went on.
Aiden growled and half-morphed, elongating his teeth in attempt to look menacing.
"You want to try?" Aiden asked. Jameson pushed Isaac behind her and took a step towards Aiden.
"Make my day, Princess." She challenged. Aiden gave her wolfish grin. I growled, reminding him of my threat from the other day. Aiden took the step back.
"Sorry, but they don't trust you. " I told the twins, "And neither do I."
I took Jameson's hand and pulled her along towards the school. I felt the others follow behind us.
"But I wanted to kick his ass." Jameson whined as I pulled her away. I heard Isaac snort behind us.
"Don't worry James odds are you'll get your chance eventually." Stiles said cheerfully moving in front of us to push open the doors, "And buddy, good decision. Good Alpha decision."
"I hope so." I said.
"No, no. You know so." Isaac agreed with Stiles.
"I still want to kick their asses, can't do that if they're working with Team Tiny Werewolf Brain."
"We have to get a new team name." Isaac said opening his locker.
"Oh, and what's you're brilliant idea, Sasquatch." Jameson asked him. I hid my smile behind my locker door.
"Alpha Squad." Isaac offered. Stiles pursed his lips, considering the option.
"Oh sure , let's go with the most generic name in America since the Smith family named their son John."
"Wow, James, that was a bit harsh, and that's coming from me. Alpha Squad's got a nice ring to it." Stiles defended Isaac. Jameson grabbed her heart, and staggered backwards.
"I'm coming, Elizabeth, I'm coming." Jameson exclaimed, "It's the end, the end, Isaac and Stiles are getting along."
"Okay," Isaac said, "It's time to go."
He went over and wrapped his arms around Jameson's waist and picked her up.
"Say goodbye, Jameson."
"Goodbye, Jameson," she repeated sarcastically, giving him a dry look.
"Okay," Isaac said, "Let's go."
"Now, why would do you want to be with a girl like that?" Stiles asked, "A real nut job. I mean look how she treats the kid who she calls her best friend. And don't think her Daddy issues aren't going to exhibit themselves at some point."
"Life's never going to be boring." I countered closing my locker.
"Huhh…"Stiles breathed, "I'm still not okay with this."
"We know," I said, "But you need to be nicer to Jameson about it. If you're going to be mad at someone be mad at me. I'm the one who's known you longer."
"Well, I can't do that, because Jameson wants me to make up with my boyfriend, and frankly she scares me more."
"Boyfriend?" I asked him.
"Yeah, apparently our relationship wasn't the competition she was expecting. She also told me that you missed me, which is why I had you help with the prank on Coach."
"She told you that?" I asked, surprised by the act.
"Actually she said that she couldn't handle your whining anymore."
That sounded more like Jameson.
"Huh?"
"See, a perfectly reason to break up with her."
"I'm not breaking up with my girl-, I'm not breaking up with her because she's tried to get us to work things out."
"That's all right, I think I can work with the fact you almost called her your girlfriend with Jameson."
I gave him a look.
"Fine, I let that slip go."
"Come let's get to class."
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective:
"I mean do you really want to date Scott?" Stiles asked me.
"Oh, you're talking to me now." I asked him.
"We've talked."
"Indirectly and to compare me to Benedict Arnold."
"Okay, I'm sorry. But I'm only looking out for you, I mean you can't trust a guy with a crooked jawline."
"You mean the guy you trust with your life?" I reminded him.
"Okay, but still you could do better? How about Isaac? He's tall and you come from similar backgrounds."
"You hate Isaac."
"I don't hate…okay, so I don't really like him, but…."
"Stiles maybe instead of asking me and Scott all these questions about our relationship, maybe you should ask yourself why it bugs you so much." I said turning into Coach's room. Scott was already in his normal seat. I walked over to him and dug my hand into his hair and tilted his head up. To piss Stiles off, I leaned down to kiss him.
"Hi." I said pulling back.
"Hi," he breathed.
"Is he annoying you as much as he's annoying me?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Maybe we should break up with him."
Scott grinned and I kissed him again before moving to my own seat.
"Ha, ha, very funny." Stiles laughed sarcastically before taking his seat next to Scott, "Don't think him I won't kiss him to get what I want."
Scott and I both gave him a weird look. Stiles opened his mouth to respond, a loud noise came from Coach's office. Stiles grinned wickedly before trying to act too normal.
"Son of a Bitch!" Coach screamed. There was some more banging noised, before the Coach appeared in the doorway connecting the office and the room, "Mischief Night, Devil's Night. I don't care what you call it. You little punks are evil. You think it's funny every Halloween my house gets egged? A man's house is supposed to be his castle. Mine's a freaking omelet."
He then notices a gift on his desk in the middle of his rant.
"Oh, this? We're gonna do this again?" he raged, "I don't think so."
Coach throws the gift on the ground and stomps on it with his foot. The sound of shattering ceramics echoed the room. The Coach looked surprised and bent down to look at the present. He picks up the largest unbroken piece, before setting down to pick up the card.
"Happy Birthday," he read, "Love, Greenburg. That's not creepy. And don't think I won't do a thorough investigation of which one of you little demons messed with my office. Though I have three suspects lined up."
He gave me, Scott, and Stiles a good hard look.
"I resent that." I announced. He came around Scott, slammed his hands on my desk.
"I don't care, boy name, and you've just became my number one suspect."
"Will you be able to remember my name for the referral papers?" I asked him. He started sputtering.
"I really dislike you."
"Really? I think you're a dream."
He sputtered again and pointed his finger at me before straightening up.
"And I know you're the mastermind behind this all Stilinski, and I will prove it!" The Coach said trying to recover from our interaction.
"Now you're just going for the obvious, Coach." Stiles said.
"Think about it Coach, who left the gift on the desk here in order to watch you lose your mind."
"Greenburg."
Stiles and I both leaned back and held our arms up.
"Stay here, read chapter 12. I'll be back."
Stiles and I shared a look as we watched Coach leave, but then he saw Scott. He sighed and moved to sit forward and open his book. Wow! So this is how it's going to be?
~Carry On~
Stile's Perspective:
"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" I yelled after my Dad as I rounded a corner, "THE William Barrow?"
"Who's William Barrow?" Jameson asked trying to keep up with me and Dad.
"He's a guy who bombed a bus a few years back," I explained forgetting the part where I was supposed to be angry with her, "They call him the Shrapnel Bomber."
"And he's been spotted nearby?" Jameson asked. Dad stops and looks around before speaking.
"A little closer than nearby, actually." Dad whispered.
"How do we get down to the basement?" Agent McCall asked as he walked past us, "I need to know where every entrance is. I don't want anybody to coming in or out of the school."
"Sheriff what's really going on?" Jameson asked.
"I looked over the report for Barrow, he said he bombed the bus, because the kids had glowing eyes."
"But that means…" I started.
"Yeah." Dad answered.
"Scott, Isaac!" Jameson exclaimed before taking off down the hall.
"James!" I called after her.
"Find her, and stay with her. If you can, find someplace safe for the two of you to bunker down in. "
"She's not gonna go for that." I told him.
"So, you're in charge. Take care of your sister and find someplace safe."
"Okay." I agreed. He nodded and followed after Scott's Dad. I sighed and went and found Jameson. She was talking to Scott, Allison, Lydia, and Isaac near the locker room.
"Barrow went after kids with glowing eyes?" I heard Isaac ask her, "He said those exact words?"
"Yeah." Jameson answered, "The Sheriff was saying he woke up like something out of horror film in the middle of surgery. And no one knows how. And that's not the freakiest part. He also said that the tumor exploded and live flies came out of it."
"Did you say flies?"
"Yeah, I did." Jameson said questioningly.
"Lydia?" Allison asked.
"All day I have been hearing this sound. It's like…"Lydia said, "This buzzing."
"Like the sound of flies?" I asked.
"Exactly like the sound of flies."
"Just one day you feathered asses, that's all I ask for." Jameson complained looking upwards, "We stopped the Apocalypse, get over it. What are you guys, two?"
"Wh-Who are you talking to?" I asked her.
"Angels." She said pointing up in the sky with a look that clearly showed how stupid she thought I was.
"We do not have time for that, Jameson, we need real help here."
"They are real, assbutt."
I pinched the bridge of my noses. She could be really trying some days.
"We should probably tell the twins." Scott said trying to change the subject.
"Or we could let nature take its course." Jameson offered. Isaac nodded along with her. Scott gave her a look, "I know, I know Team Tiny Werewolf Brain says killing is bad. I have other ways to get my revenge."
Isaac snickered.
"Moving on," I cut in, "We'll split up and find the twins. Jameson you with me, Lydia go with Scott and Allison go with Isaac."
Everyone nodded.
"Okay, we'll back here in twenty minutes whether we find them or not."
"Okay." Everyone agreed.
"Alright, come on James."
"You got it, Boss." Jameson said saluting me.
"Very nice, let's go." I said pushing Jameson down the hall.
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective:
Stiles and I spent 10 minutes running around looking for the twins, only to run into a stressed out Lydia with Scott trailing behind her.
"The police are leaving." She announced, "Why are they leaving?"
"They must have cleared the building and grounds, which means he's not here." Stiles explained.
"He has to be here." She insisted, "That sound…The buzzing I've been hearing? It's getting louder."
"How loud?" I asked.
"Almost to the point where it's drowning out everything else."
"We've got to find your Dad." I told Stiles. Stiles nodded and inclined his head to the front of the school. I nodded and we both took off.
"Stay with Lydia! Find the twins!" I called back to Scott before turning down a corner. We kept heading towards to the front, until Stiles and I caught sight of some officers heading out a side door. Changing directions we peeled down the other hall towards them. We caught up with them just in time to see the Sheriff heading down the stairs.
"Dad! Dad!" Stiles yelled trying to get his attention.
"Yeah?" the Sherriff asked.
"You can't leave yet."
"We got an eyewitness that puts Barrow by the train station."
"Let's go, Stilinski." Agent Jerkface ordered. The Sheriff nodded and moved to followed after.
"Whoa, whoa. Dad, please just…" Stiles called after him, and the man stopped, "Lydia said that he's still here."
"Did she see him?" the Sheriff whispered.
"Not exactly. But you know how she's got that total Sixth Sense going on?"
"No…She wasn't on the chessboard."
"Wh—what? What chessboard?" I asked.
"That's how I explained to him, who was who in this supernatural craziness." Stiles explained to me, "And Lydia is on the board now. She can sense death and bad things."
"She's a banshee." I clarified, "Nasty scream, Harbingers of Death."
"Of course she is," the Sheriff said with a sigh, "Look, it's not that I don't believe you two, but right now, I'm going with eyewitness over Banshee. We're leaving a few deputies here. The school's on lockdown till 3:00. Nobody comes in, nobody come out. That's the best I've got right now, kids. It's the best I can do."
"You're leaving me here, that is not…That is the worst." Stiles called after his Dad's retreating form.
"I'm not above calling you just to say we told you so and hang up." I called after him. Stiles nodded in agreement, "We need to come up with a better plan than a couple of rink-a-dink deputies."
"We need to find more about his surgery." Stiles said.
"Well I think it's time to call up Hello Nurse."
~Carry On~
Scott's Perspective:
I saw my Mom peep around the corner, and beckon her forward. She keeps alongside the lockers as I came forward.
"You got it?"
"Yeah," she said handing me a bag, "Promise me you'll be careful. I looked right in this guy's eyes and it was terrifying."
"Yeah. Okay, Mom, I promise. Okay?"
"Okay."
I kiss her forehead and take the bag from her and go back down the hall to where I left Jameson, Isaac and the twins.
"Hey, I got the stuff." I announced holding up the bag, "So Lydia thinks that he's still here even though cops searched the whole school. But they didn't have one thing…our sense of smell."
Jameson cleared her throat. I rolled my eyes and passed Isaac and the twins Barrow's clothes.
"And a Winchester." I continues.
"Thank-you. So, where's our beat?"
"The basement," I answer, "there's a lot places he can hide down there, where no one would find him."
"Okay." Jameson said clapping her hands together, and walked towards the basement stairs, "Let's go boys, lives are at stake, and they're yours."
Aiden smirked before following after her.
"Sometimes I think I went after the wrong kind of blonde." Aiden said over his shoulder. Both Isaac and I growled at him. His smirk just grew.
"I don't know if I should kill him or tell Jameson." Isaac snarled.
"I'll kill him." I answered. Jameson reached the basement door and let Ethan and Aiden go through once Aiden moved passed her she kicked him hard behind the knee causing him to fall into his brother.
"That's for Lydia, the one from me is coming later." She said smiling sweetly. She then turned to us, and made a sweeping motion with her hands, "Boys."
Isaac snickered and walked past. I stopped in front of her.
"Have I told you lately how much I like you?" I asked her. She grinned and I leaned down to kiss her before moving down the stairs. We all climbed down into the belly of the school, and met up at the bottom of the stairs.
"Alright, we should split up." Ethan said.
"Yeah," I agreed," The three of us will go this way, and you two can take the other side of the school."
The twins nodded and went on their way.
"So this is how it's gonna be now?" Isaac asked once they disappeared from sight, "We trust them?"
"Just because I'm letting them help, doesn't mean I trust them." I replied starting down the passageway.
"Yeah, well, I don't trust them either. Or like them. In fact, I hate them and just want them to die, or at least watch Jameson beat them to a pulp again."
"I wouldn't mind beating the crap out of Ethan again, but Aiden, he has to die." Jameson jumped in.
"Well, if Barrow's actually here and he's got a plan, you might get what you want."
"And I will be okay with that as long as they are his only targets." Jameson said moving to take the lead. We creep along in the dark and almost reach the end of the basement when the fire alarm went off.
"Oh God, they found him!" Jameson exclaimed. We took off towards the stairs, where we met the twins, and we headed all the way upstairs and outside. We came out in the courtyard and Jameson started looking around wildly.
"There they are!" She said pointing towards Lydia and Stiles.
"Hey, we didn't find anything." Aiden said once they got closer.
"Not even a scent." I added.
"It's 3:00, so school's over." Stiles reminded us, "If there was a bomb, wouldn't he have set it off by now?"
"Does that mean everyone's safe?" Ethan asked.
"I don't know, "Lydia answered, "I just…I don't know."
"I'm gonna go in and do another sweep." Jameson said.
"I'll go with you." I told her.
"No, its fine, last time I checked my eyes don't glow." She said. I gave her a look that told her I wasn't convinced, "Scott, what's my name?'
"Jameson Winchester," I sighed.
"Scott, what's my name?" She asked again.
"Jameson effing Winchester."
"You're a good, little boy," she said patting my cheek, "I'll be fine, and you, tall drink of water, do not follow me."
With that last warning to Isaac she wandered back inside.
"It's like she's trying to give me a heart attack." Stiles said.
"Hey, if I can't follow her neither can you." Isaac chided. Stiles scowled at him.
"I'm going in." I told them.
"Good, she can be mad at you." Stiles said ushering me onward. I rolled my eyed and followed Jameson into the school.
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective:
"So did you come in by vote or because you worry too much." I asked McCall when I noticed he followed me into the school.
"I-I-I worry too much."
I chuckle and do a sweep of the vacant halls for stragglers or better yet a psychotic supernatural bomber.
"Let's try the library," I said pointing to the large room down the hall. Scott nodded and followed me to the double doors.
"I hear something," Scott said grabbing my arm.
"What? Where?" I asked. He slides his hand down from my arm to my hand and leads me towards the sound he hears. We both nearly jump out of our skin when we saw who it actually was, just Kira.
"Thank God!" Scott exclaimed. Kira finally noticed we were there and took off her headphones that must have been cancelling out the screaming alarm. She looks confused.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"You shouldn't have your music on so high you'll go deaf." I told her, "Come one let's go, before the Shrapnel Bomber gets us."
"What?"
"Just get up will ya." I said holding out my hand to her. She took my hand I pulled her up, "Let's go, Tiny."
I herded her along, until I realized Scott wasn't following behind us. I turned around to see him standing there with his head cocked.
"Scott, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, I thought I smelled something."
"Well come on we should get her out of here."
"Yeah," he said oddly, "Okay."
Scott got in line behind us and we led Kira out of the library towards the outside door.
"Kira!" Mr. Yukimura greeted his daughter, "I've been looking all over for you."
"Sorry, I was in the library with my headphones on." Kira told him, "Scott and Jameson found me and got me out."
"Thank-you." Mr. Yukimura said to us.
"No prob," I told him.
"You two should come to dinner tonight." He invited us, "As a way for us to say thank-you for looking out for Kira."
I looked to Scott, hoping he could figure a nice way to get us out of this. He started stuttering, before shrugging.
"Sure." Scott said, "That would be great."
Yay! More domestic stuff. Whoo!
~Carry On~
Scott pulled into the Yukimura's driveway around 6 for dinner. I hopped off his bike and pulled off the helmet.
"Why are we doing this again?" I asked him as he took after his helmet, "I'm missing prime messing with Maureen time."
"Because he asked us, and I couldn't exactly say no." He responded. "Besides Kira's new and obviously her Dad is trying to help her make friends."
"So who needs friends?" I countered, "I have you guys and all you've done is get me into trouble."
Scott gave me a look that told me he was not amused.
"Behave, James, please, for me."
"Not good enough, what's in it for me?"
Scott sighed and hung his head why he thought.
"I will let you pick the movie for movie night for the next month."
I pursed my lips in thought.
"It's a start, but I'm also going to want a couple hours of your complete and utter attention with no whining about Stiles." I tacked on my own condition.
"I think I can handle that."
"Say kiss."
"Kiss." Scott said with a smile. I grinned and did just that. I go to pull away, but he grabs my jean clad hip and pulls me against him. He captures my lips with his and gives me one good long kiss.
"Is that the kind of attention you were talking about?" he said pulling back. His mouth was ghosting over mine.
"That and other things."
"Okay, at least I'm clear on that."
I grinned. Scott pulled back and released my hips in favor for my hand. He leads me up the walkway to the house. He rings the doorbell and seconds later Mr. Yukimura opens the door. I wonder if he standing by the door waiting for us, if he was, he certainly caught a show.
"Mr. McCall, Ms. Winchester, I see you found the house."
"Yeah, your directions were really good."
"You're welcome, come in, come in." he said ushering us in, "Kira! Your friends are here!"
He smiled at us as he waited for his daughter to appear. She came around a corner and stopped short when she saw us and her father's goofy grin.
"Hey!" she said quietly.
"Kira, why don't you show them where the dining room is, while I finish up dinner."
"Sure, follow me." Kira said, before starting down the hallway she had come from. We followed her to a formal dining room that was set for five. Someone, who I assumed was Mrs. Yukimura was finishing up with the settings. Those are really tiny plates, I'm going to need a lot more than that.
"Hello, you must be the students who helped Kira today." She greeted, "What are you names?"
"Mom, this is Scott McCall and Jameson Winchester." Kira answered for us.
"Winchester?" Mrs. Yukimura asked in an odd tone. I could feel my "spidey sense" going off like crazy, "That's an unusual last name."
"It's an old English name." I responded. Who are you lady?"
"Why don't you two sit down?" she said indicating two chairs. Scott and I nodded and took our seats. Kira and Mrs. Yukimura took the seats across from us.
"So, Scott, are you native to California?" Mrs. Yukimura asked him.
"Uh, yeah."
"So I'm assuming as a native American Californian you've eaten at some pretty impressive Japanese sushi restaurants. But I have to tell you that my husband is a superb chef. "
Mr. Yukimura came in the room at that time and dropped off a plate of a variety of what I was assuming was sushi or as Dean called them dead-fish rolls.
"Okay, we have Hamachi, uni, ikura, and hirame."
~Flashback~
"What's that Sam?" I asked my brother, giving the food he had a once over.
"It's Ikura."
"What's that?"
"Sushi."
"Is that that raw fish stuff?" I asked making a face.
"Have you ever tried "that raw fish stuff."?" Sam asked amused.
"No, but Dean says it's not people food." I replied. Sam rolled his eyes.
"Of course he's the one."
I narrowed my eyes at him, I didn't like what he was implying. Dean knows everything.
"How do you know you don't like something if you don't try it?" Sam asked. Because Dean…damn that Sam logic. I sigh.
"Fine." I huff. Sam laughs at me before picking up a piece of his sushi with chopsticks, he holds it up for me to eat. I take a deep breath and go to bite it when the motel door opens.
"What is that?" Dean asked.
"It's sushi, Dean."
"You mean those dead fish rolls? Don't eat that, kid, you'll get sick."
I grinned triumphantly at Sam.
"Here, I got tacos, Squirt."
"My name's not Squirt, Dean."
"It would have been if I didn't stop you from eating that."
"Gross, Dean."
"No, dead-fish rolls, that's gross.
~Flashback End~
"Jameson. Jameson!" Scott called me name. I looked up, and noticed all eyes were on me.
"Uh…sorry. I'll be right back, where's your restroom?'
"Down that hall." Mrs. Yukimura answered giving me an odd look.
"Thanks," I getting up and heading down the hall. I found the bathroom and closed myself inside.
~Carry On~
Scott's Perspective:
"Is she okay?" Kira asked. I tilted my head and listened in down the hall. Her breath was labored like she was trying not to cry. I looked back at our conversation with the Yukimuras and I don't exactly know what set her off.
"Yeah, she's fine, she just gets distracted easily," I told Kira. I resist the urge to go check on James, knowing she wouldn't appreciate me doing that with a whole bunch of strangers.
"Really? I thought this was the girl that knew the names of everyone in each of her classes and how to escape each room in 18 different ways. She said I was sitting under one of her escape plans." Kira said.
"She wasn't really serious about that, Kira," Mr. Yukimura told his daughter, before turning to me, "Was she?"
"Yeah, I'm afraid she is."
"So my husband tells me her family was survivalists?" Mrs. Yukimura asks, taking a bite of her sushi.
"Yeah." I gave a simple answer.
"How'd she end up with the Sheriff?" Mr. Yukimura questioned.
"She ran away from her foster family, and ended up here. Stiles took her in and she's been with him and his Dad for 6 months."
"Her and Mr. Stilinski seemed to have really taken to their roles," he commented.
"Yeah, he really likes having a sister. He grew up as an only child."
"Huh."
I heard the door of the bathroom open, and waited for Jameson to appear. She reappeared with a smile on her face, and took her seat next to me like the last few minutes hadn't happened.
"So, sushi." She said.
"Have you had it before, Jameson?" Mrs. Yukimura said not looking at Jameson.
"No, I haven't. Growing up my family's idea of exotic food was Mexican."
"See Dad I told you we should have just had lasagna."
"I was trying to impress them." Her father explained, "I didn't want to bring out the…You know what? I'll make lasagna."
"Oh, no, no!" I tried to reassure him, "We're good."
"Yeah, you don't know if you like something until you try it, right?" Jameson said, she reached over me and picked up a piece with her fingers and popped it into her mouth. She started making weird faces as she chews on it, "Well, it certainly is interesting."
Mrs. Yukimura turns to her husband.
"Sushi?"
"It's fine." Jameson said goes to get another piece. Kira stops her and hands her a pair of chopsticks.
"Oh, no, not those things again." Jameson exclaimed dropping them, "Not again."
We all gave her a weird look.
"Long story," she exclaimed grapping another piece. I just shrugged and picked up my own chopsticks gave them a few testing tries before getting a piece of my own Sushi.
"So you guys moved here from New York?" I asked Kira's parents.
"I have family ties here. Several generation." Mrs. Yukimura replied.
"Yukimura is Japanese, right?"
"Mmm-mmm."
"Yes," Mr. Yukimura jumped in, "but I'm actually Korean. When my wife and I married, I took her name as she was the only surviving member of her family."
"You didn't want to take both names?"
"We were married in Japan where the law says that the couple must share the same name. To belong to the same koseki." Mrs. Yukimura answered. Jameson made a face but hid by sipping on her drink.
"My wife's lineage is quite unique. I was actually going to discuss it in class." Mr. Yukimura told us.
"So Ms. Winchester, you said your family name is English, do you know much of your lineage?" Mrs. Yukimura questioned Jameson. Shit! Here we go.
"Well on my Dad's side, I can only go as far as my grandmother and on my mother's side I can go back five generations."
"And where are they from?"
"Ireland."
"Jameson can speak some Gaelic."
She shoots me a look.
"Really?" Mrs. Yukimura asks intrigued.
"Muintir thar gach uile ni."
"What does that mean?" Mr. Yukimura asked intrigued.
"Family above all, but more in the clan sense than actual family unit."
"And what about your actual family unit?" Mrs. Yukimura asked. Jameson narrowed her eyes at Kira's mom.
"They were survivalists, we traveled from place to place. Dad's jobs had him looking in pests that the other exterminators considered unnatural." Jameson told her emphasizing unnatural. I saw Mrs. Yukimura stiffen, and Jameson looked smug by the reaction.
"And your mother what did she do?" Mr. Yukimura asked.
"Nothing. She died." Jameson said popping in another piece of sushi. Well this is going south fast. I scooped a bit of the guacamole on my plate. It hit the back of my throat and began my burning my entire esophagus.
"Scott! Are you okay?" Jameson asked in concern.
"Where's your wasabi?" Kira asked.
"I thought it was guacamole." I panted, before taking a huge gulp of my water. The Yukimuras start handing me there water as well to cool down my throat, but Jameson sat there trying not to laugh. Stiles is right, she can be a pain.
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective:
We were in Kira's room hanging out after the disastrous dinner. She had stepped out to get the door, when my phone rang. I looked at the Caller ID and smirked.
"Hi, you've reached the phone of No, I will not end things with Scott. Nor will I be less sarcastic and stop calling my friends names."
"Very cute." Stiles replied, "But not what I called you for."
"Okay, shoot."
"I need you to come to the school now. Lydia and I think we found where Barrow was hiding."
"Really?" I asked excitedly, "Scott, did you hear that?"
Scott nodded.
"We'll be right there." I said hanging up.
"You're leaving?" Kira asked coming back in the room with a box of pizza and some sodas.
"Yeah, Stiles needs me to come and get him, his Jeep cocked out on him again."
"Oh," she said dejectedly.
"But we'll see you tomorrow," I offered. She brightened a little bit.
"Yeah, I'll walk you two out."
"Thanks."
"Here you go, ba-, Jameson." Scott said handing me my jacket. I gave him a questioning look before taking the pro-offered article of clothing. I shrugged it on.
"Lead the way," I said to Kira. She smiled and led us through the house to the front door. I thought she would say her good-byes there but she followed us out to Scott's bike.
"Thank-you, for putting up with all of this." She said gesturing to her house.
"It was fun." Scott lied. Not like a mean lie, but that lying thing he does when he wants to spare someone's feelings.
"Yeah, fun." I said sarcastically.
"No, it wasn't, first my Dad gets fancy with dinner, and my mom interrogates Jameson, I'm so-."
"Kira," I interrupted her, "It's fi-."
There's a whacking sound against the back of my head, followed by a blinding pain, and then nothing.
~Carry On~
"Ja—s—n," I heard a voice say, but it sounded like it was coming through water, "Ja—e! Jamie!"
"Stttiles." I slurred slowly waking up.
"Hey, hey, nice and easy, sis." Stiles said helping me up.
"It was Barrow!" Scott exclaim pushing himself off the ground, "He took Kira!"
"We know. He was after her the whole time."
"What? Why?" I said rubbing the back of my head.
"We don't know." Stiles said, "James turn around me check the back of your head."
"Let me call Isaac, maybe he and Allison have found something."
Isaac and Alison. That's a pairing I've been hearing a lot lately. This better not go where I think it's going.
"Hey, Isaac." I heard Scott say as Stiles tested the lump on the back of my head.
"Ow!" I exclaim when he touched a sensitive spot, "Damn you!"
"Watch you language young lady." Stiles ordered. I turned back at him surprise. Where had that come from?
"Sorry, I'm not sure why I said that."
I rolled my eyes.
"You're going to need some ice." Stiles continued, "And probably a trip to Melissa."
I groan.
"We have to think of something." Scott said ending his phone call with Isaac, "He's going to kill her."
"I knew something was off about this family….well at least the mom. Did you see how Mrs. Yukimura reacted to my last name?
"Wait, James, are you saying you know them?" Stiles asked.
"No, but the way she reacted to my name and when I told her my Dad took care of things people considered unnatural, she definitely reacted. And now whatever they are is going to get Kira killed."
"I knew he was there." Lydia spoke quietly, "How did I know that?"
"Because you heard the flies, right?" Stiles asked her.
"What do you hear now?" Scott questioned.
"Nothing." She responded, "I feel like I can do this. But I don't know what to do. It's like it's on the tip of my tongue, and I don't know how to trigger it. I just…I swear to God it literally makes me want to scream."
"Okay, then scream. Lydia, scream." Stiles urged her.
"Do it." I said covering my ears. A second later, Lydia lets out an ear-piercing scream. Just when it felt like it would go on forever she stops. There's a pause as she cocks her head likes she listening for something.
"It's not flies," she said eventually, "its electricity."
"Wait a second," Stiles cuts in, "Barrow was an electrical engineer. He worked at a power substation.
"What substation?" Scott asks.
~Carry On~
Stiles' Perspective:
I parked next to Scott's bike at the substation where Barrow had worked at. I turned to Jameson in the front seat.
"There's no possible way I can get you to stay in the car, is there?" I asked her.
"It would be fun to watch you try." She replied. I sighed and grabbed my bat from her side of the front seat.
"Okay, then." I said unbuckling, "Lydia, I'm going need you to stay here until the cops come, all right?"
"Me? Wait? Why?" She asks from the backseat as Jameson and I get out.
"Because I only have one bat." I answered, "And Jameson has a giant knot in the back of her head."
Lydia makes a look that clearly says she regrets asking. Jameson salutes her friend before running after Scott into the substation.
"Stay here." I warn Lydia before following them. I get inside just in time to hear Kira shout out a warning.
"Look out!" She screams. I hear Scott and Jameson shouting and then there's a large explosion of light and then everything goes dark.
~Carry On~
Isaac's Perspective:
I'm still at Allison's house doing research, I was reading something about flies when the lights started flickering. I put the papers I had been reading down on Allison's bed and get up to investigate. I feel a cool breeze behind me like someone is passing, but when I turn there is nothing. Cold Spot. Ghosts? I then feel more cool breezes and dark figures emerge from the night, surrounding me. I spin around trying to find an escape, but they moved in circles closing in on me with each rotation. One then touched my face, and pain spreads throughout my whole body. I hear banging on the door, I didn't even know it closed, but I couldn't answer them all I could do was scream.
~Carry On~
Look-out for another update sometime in the next two weeks!