Summary: Jordan has a near-death experience, which brings him one step closer to learning the whole truth of the deadpool.
Based on episode 4x09
Music: Monster by Imagine Dragons
Chapter 11: Monster
Jordan arrived back at the Sheriff's Station from going on patrol. It was a couple days after Lydia was almost killed and he hadn't seen or heard from her since it happened. When he entered the building there was no one around, not unusual for the night shift. However, the lights were dimmed and it seemed too quiet. He crept into the main room, eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary. Jordan heard a soft thud behind him, but before he could turn around, he felt a sharp pain resonating through his skull and everything went black.
He woke up in a squad car, his hands zip-tied to the steering wheel. What the hell? Where am I? Jordan could hear a splashing sound and realized someone was pouring gasoline all over the car. "Hey!" he shouted. "What are you doing? Listen…listen to me! I'm a deputy with the Beacon Hills Sheriff's Department…"
"Damn." A familiar face leaned down outside the open passenger window. "I was hoping you'd be out longer."
"Haigh? What the hell? What are you doing?" Jordan cried out in confusion. As Haigh dumped more gasoline on top of the car, he tried to break free but it was no use.
"You're a good guy, Parrish. But the list says you're worth five million dollars."
"What?" Jordan shouted in feigned ignorance. "I don't know what you're talking about! Haigh, listen…I mean, I barely make forty thousand dollars a year."
Haigh froze, now standing right outside the driver's window. "I only make thirty-six," he scowled before sloshing gasoline into Jordan's face.
"Haigh, please! Just stop," Jordan screamed. "You don't have to do this. Look, if you're having money problems – "
"You're worth five million dead, Parrish," Haigh cut him off. "Sounds like you got the problem."
"Please," Jordan begged. "Please, don't do this. You're just gonna stand there? You're just gonna listen to a fellow deputy burn to death?!"
Haigh stopped to place ear buds in his ears before pulling out a lighter. Jordan desperately jerked against the restraints on his wrists as Haigh flicked on the lighter.
When he tossed the flame into the car, Jordan yelled desperately, "Haigh, wait! No, wait!"
The fire caught quickly as it landed on the console next to him. He screamed in pain as his whole body was engulfed in flames along with the squad car. He felt himself slipping away, like he would black out. Before losing consciousness, Jordan saw the image of a young woman attempting to comfort him.
Lydia?
Stiles and Lydia went to the Station to explain Lydia's new findings to the Sheriff. He looked at them in confusion, prompting Stiles to explain more. "It's not just that she could still be alive…"
"It's that she would've had to fake her death," Lydia finished.
The Sheriff raised an eyebrow at her. "Your grandmother, Lorraine Martin, faked her death?"
"Definitely," Stiles replied.
Lydia corrected him, "Maybe."
"More than likely, yes."
"Okay," the Sheriff folded his arms across his chest. "I'm guessing you got a story to back this up?"
Lydia hesitated. "She might be helping the Benefactor."
"Or is the Benefactor," Stiles said.
"That sounds like a story worth hearing," Sheriff Stilinski replied as he walked over to close the door to his office. He paused as he looked around the main room. The Sheriff turned to glance at Haigh. "You seen Parrish?"
"Haven't seen him," Haigh shook his head and shrugged, causing the Sheriff to go back inside his office and close the door.
Jordan woke up lying down in an empty parking lot behind the Sheriff's Station. The burnt remainders of the squad car sat beside him. Slowly he stood up, anger starting to boil his blood as he remembered what Haigh had done. How could he? He's a fellow deputy; how could he try to kill me?! Jordan's fists clenched and he set his jaw. He's going to pay for this.
He walked up to the back entrance of the Sheriff's Station and flung open the doors. Walking inside, he immediately began looking for Haigh, his sight set on nothing else. When he saw Haigh sitting at his desk, he could have laughed at his expression. Haigh looked as if he was staring at a ghost. "But – but, you're dead…"
Anger began to take over Jordan again and he charged at Haigh, slamming him against the wall. Haigh had out his gun and tried to shoot, but ended up only hitting the ceiling. As they struggled, Jordan managed to pin Haigh on the floor and started punching him in the face. He vaguely heard a voice yelling at him, but he didn't stop. With one punch, Haigh's gun went off and hit something nearby.
Jordan kept punching Haigh until he was unconscious. After finally taking deep breaths, he started to relax and think more clearly. He looked over to his left and felt the blood drain from his face. The Sheriff was leaned back against the doorframe, clearly shot in the shoulder by Haigh's rogue bullet. Jordan's eyes shifted more and he froze when he saw Lydia in Stiles' arms, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her eyes looked terrified and her hands were visibly shaking.
Oh God, I'm a monster.
Lydia leaned back against the Sheriff's desk as Stiles moved to check on his dad. Jordan was kneeling down in the floor beside Haigh's body; his clothes had been singed off his body. Thankfully though, his underwear managed to survive intact.
Stiles slid closer to Lydia and squeezed her shoulder. "I need to take my dad to the hospital, he's bleeding a lot and I think the bullet is wedged in his shoulder. He's probably gonna need surgery to remove it."
Lydia nodded as Stiles glanced over at Jordan, who was still in the floor, now with his head in his hands. "What about him?" Stiles asked. "Deputy Ramirez will lock up Haigh before we leave, but I can't just leave you alone with Parrish. Not now."
"It's okay," Lydia said in a strained whisper. "I'll call Scott and take him to see Derek. I'm sure he will know what he is and what's going on."
She started to stand when Stiles grabbed her arm. "Lydia, it looks like this guy was set on fire…and survived. Please, promise me you'll be careful."
"I will," she nodded. Seeming satisfied, Stiles helped Sheriff Stilinski to stand and went with him to the hospital. Lydia walked over to Jordan as a couple of deputies handcuffed Haigh and escorted him to a holding cell. She knelt down and touched Jordan on the shoulder.
"Hey," she said softly. "You wanna tell me what happened?"
He pulled away from her slightly. "If I do you won't believe me."
Lydia smirked. "I'd like to say I don't believe in anything, but I keep an open mind."
Jordan jerked his head up to look at her and let out a laugh. "Alright." He gave a small smile before returning to his serious expression. "Deputy Haigh ambushed me and tied me up in a squad car. He poured gasoline all over the car and me and he…"
"He what?" Lydia prodded.
Jordan looked her in the eyes. "He set the car on fire with me inside. He knows about the list – about the deadpool." He scoffed. "I'm worth five million dead and I don't even know why."
"Actually," Lydia started. "I might be able to help with that."
"How?"
She sighed. "There's a couple of friends of mine who might have some answers for you."
Lydia proceeded to call Scott and Derek to arrange a meeting at Derek's loft. When she got off the phone, she looked back at Jordan. "I have a blanket in my car that you can cover up with and we can stop by your apartment to get you some clothes on the way there. Is that okay with you?"
He nodded and stood up before following Lydia outside to her car.
