Well, here's the final chapter of this short story. I hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know what you think through...eh, you know the spiel. :)

Gremlins on Baker Street: Chapter 4

The motorbike stuttered to a stop as the rider pulled off her helmet, letting loose dark, bouncy curls. Her grin widened as she hopped off and bounced over towards the two werewolves that leaned against the lamp post and two sleeping gremlins tangled within a net. A grin broke across her face, making her light brown eyes twinkle in the moonlight.

"You caught them," she exclaimed. She threw her arms around the two werewolves' necks, giving them a thankful hug. "I was coming to help, but I ran into some problems. The two gremlins we caught earlier escaped when I got back to the compound. It took me and a couple other emissaries to round them up." She glanced up at the two boys, eyes crinkling with mirth. "I don't know how to thank you!"

Isaac raised a hand, shaking his head. "There's no need too. We were gonna search and catch them either way, whether we met you or not." Jackson nodded.

"Yeah, no big deal,"he added as a somewhat arrogant smile curved his lips. "Besides, getting the shit beaten out of me by two green assholes." The last part he muttered under his breath, Isaac elbowing him in response. Charlotte chewed her lips, wringing her hands.

"I'm sorry if you got injured,"she responded. "I wouldn't have been a lot of help out there anyways. I'm more of an information provider, not a fighter."

"You helped plenty,"Isaac reassured. "Without your assistance and the tools you provided, we wouldn't have caught the first two." He smiled and Jackson arched a brow in response. Charlotte giggled, glancing down at her feet before gazing back up and cocking her head.

"Yeah right,"she responded. She stood up and kissed Isaac sweetly on the cheek. Isaac's blue eyes widened. "I want to thank you once more. Without you-"She glanced at Jackson, smiling kindly. "both, I would have been in hot water. The emissary council would have considered me incompetent and I'd have been exiled from the academy." She furrowed her eyebrows. "Which would have been devastating. I decided to become a druid emissary because my mother was one and...yeah-" Her upper teeth grabbed a corner of her bottom lip. But Isaac understood the hidden meaning. The only reason a child would want to follow in a parent's footsteps would be that the parent no longer breathed on planet earth. "So, yeah, thanks for everything." She leaned over, giving Jackson a kiss on the cheek as well.

"Like we said," Jackson responded, his chest puffing out slightly. "No big deal." He glanced over at Isaac and Isaac bobbed his head in response, an easy smile on his face.

"Oh, here," she exclaimed. She dug into her pocket, her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth. She pulled out a slip of paper, handing it over to Isaac. "I assume you probably have a phone. If not, you should definitely look into that." She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing her frantic ramble. "Umm...this is my phone number-" The two boys glanced at the number. "If you ever need any advice or help...or stuff-"She blushed, rubbing her arms. She pointed at the slip. "Not that you need any at this moment, but-" She did a slight curtsy, hands spread out. Her eyes rolling upwards as she gave a toothy grin. "I am an emissary...or...well, training. So, my specialty is in everything supernatural. Just thought you should have it. Just in case-"

"We'll definitely call,"Isaac promised, grinning. He was finding allies everywhere he went. Which, in the long run, would prove useful when the time came and something more monstrous than he could handle reared it's ugly head. It also helped Scott and the pack at home if they ever needed one or two extra hands.

She nodded her head back before all three started situating the trapped Gremlins onto the motorbike to be brought back to the emissaries' place. "Don't be strangers," she finished. The three of them hugged before Charlotte climbed onto her bike, departing. They waved as she rode off into the night.

Isaac's pocket vibrated and he glanced down, receiving a text from Mila. He smiled softly, texting her a response. She had explained a while back, that she was going to practice English by calling and texting him everyday in a previous text. The young girl was telling him about her school day and Jason's training, she also mentioned Ana saying 'hi'.Yup, Allies everywhere. He glanced at the time, before adding 'Go to bed. School night' and sent the message. Jackson peeked over the taller werewolf's shoulders, his nose wrinkling.

"Who's that,"he questioned. Isaac quickly pocketed the phone.

"A family I befriended in Greece,"he replied quickly. "They text me every chance they get." He glanced down the street. "Their youngest daughter told me I was her permanent big brother." Jackson chuckled as the two of them started making their way back to Isaac's crummy motel room.

He felt another vibrate in his pocket and he quickly glanced at the cell, a frown crossing his face.

"The family,"Jackson inquired, hands in his pockets and eyes closed, peacefully. Isaac shook his head.

"No, Chris,"he replied. Jackson's eyes popped open and gave a scrutinizing glare.

"What did he say,"Jackson asked, not attempting to hide his distaste for the older hunter. The last time Jackson had been in Beacon Hills was during Gerard's reign. He hadn't witnessed Chris Argent's change of heart. He only remembered the hunter as someone who despised werewolves and who's whole family was psychotic...besides Allison. He somberly glanced down at his feet, watching each step. He still couldn't believe she was dead. He couldn't fathom it. To him, her death was surreal.

"He told me, he was sorry for not answering my calls and texts, but everything that was happening stole away his time,"Isaac responded, his frown deepening. "He said, he's not returning to France-" Jackson swiveled his head around, intensely staring at the curly-haired teen.

"So, he abandoned you,"he seethed. Isaac arched his eyebrows. Was Jackson angry for his benefit? Isaac slowly nodded and Jackson scoffed. "He better have a great excuse."

"Apparently, Kate got away,"Isaac explained. "And he joined forces with another hunter family, the Caleveras, to hunt her down."

"His bitch of a sister is still alive,"Jackson blurted, eyes widening. "I thought Peter ended her." Isaac shrugged, quickly explaining the current events of Beacon Hills. "shit," murmured Jackson, who scratched the back of his head.

"Why are you so upset about this,"Isaac inquired, looking for an answer. He squinted his eyes accusingly at the sullen werewolf. "This doesn't affect you in anyway."

"Maybe." he pursed his lips and sighed. "Maybe, I'm just trying to be a better person. Make up for stuff I've done in the past." Isaac's lip twitched, a question on the tip of his tongue. A car drove by, lighting the two boys briefly with its headlights. "Maybe," Jackson continued. Isaac's mouth clamped shut, listening to what the other werewolf had to say. "I know what it's like to be abandoned-" He rubbed his shoulders. "By your biological parents and now your adoptive parents...in a completely different country." He scowled, focusing his attention on the trees and buildings they passed by. Isaac looked away and huffed.

"When did they leave,"he asked, sensing the other teen wouldn't want to hear a pity-filled apology." Jackson gave a wimpy shrug, putting no effort in the sneer.

"I don't know," he muttered. " A few months ago. They wanted to see the world-" His gaze shifted over to the taller teen. "And that, obviously, meant without me. Probably thought it would be a lot more fun without their caustic son dragging them down."

His frown turned more bitter every second. Isaac awkwardly patted Jackson on the shoulder. The other boy didn't push him away, so he took it as a welcoming gesture. Isaac opened his mouth to say something, but Jackson interrupted. "Why even adopt if you don't want the kid around,"he questioned no one in particular. His shoulders sagged. His blue eyes caught Isaac's understanding stare. He laughed, sarcastically, wiping at his eyes. "Heh, dumping my problems on you, Lahey, who'd have thought." He sighed. "Sorry 'bout that."

Isaac shook his head. Find somebody were Chris's words to him. Find somebody, who'd have your back. Before, Jackson Whittemore may not have given a rat's ass about anybody besides himself. But, time changes people. Especially Beacon Hills. Isaac ruffled his curls, blowing out a heavy breath. He threw up his arms, surprising Jackson. "I can't believe I'm about to offer this,"Isaac stated. "But-" He glanced at Jackson, lips thin in contemplation. "Chris told me to find someone,"he explained. "Who would have my back. And I was wondering-" Jackson's brows raised.

"Are you asking me to travel with you,"Jackson queried, crossing his arms. Isaac put his hands in the air, shrugging.

"If you like,"he responded, nonchalantly. Jackson paused in his steps, puzzling the answer. In the past, he would never have asked to hang out with Jackson Whittemore. Not in a million years. He groaned. He must be desperate for companionship. To not be alone anymore. Jackson frowned.

"Beats going home to a quiet house,"Jackson replied. He continued down the street, turning a corner. Isaac quickly caught up. "We'll pick up my stuff after we get yours." Isaac's eyes widened. Did Jackson just take the offer? He must not be the only one desperate for company.

"Okay," Isaac agreed, he rubbed his neck nervously. He didn't know how this would turn out. It could be great or they could end up killing each other within the first week. Either way this could be an interesting new establishment.

"I've always wanted to visit Germany,"Jackson mused. He shrugged. "Italy could be interesting too." He glanced over at Isaac, raising a questioning brow.

"Uh...sure?" Isaac was confused. What happened to Jackson Whittemore and who replace him? Jackson nodded his head, a small smirk on his lips.

"What about school?" he asked. "Oh, I'll need to text my parents. Withdraw some money-" he trailed off in thought.

"I do some online college courses," Isaac offered. "When I'm not busy with a job or the recent supernatural monster." Jackson wagged his finger in agreement, probably figuring out the best classes to take while traveling. "The rest is on you."

"About that,"Jackson stated. "Do you travel to places where you've heard of trouble or does trouble just find you? I have to know. I need to be prepared for whatever." Isaac huffed, rocking on his heels.

"uh...bit of both," he stated. Jackson nodded his head. This was probably the most lively he'd ever seen Jackson.

And then it hit Isaac. Jackson had been alone. Abandoned. He did not choose to be alone, it was forced upon him. Which differed from Isaac, who chose to travel by himself. Unlike him, Jackson had been dealing with the trauma of...well...everything on his own since being the kanima. He was forced to learn control on his own without the help of pack. He had no one to talk to. No friends or family to commiserate with in London. No wonder he was jumping at the opportunity to travel with Isaac. Isaac was familiar to him and if anything would understand his struggles, being a werewolf himself. He couldn't help but feel sorry for Jackson. He has truly been alone.

He had no say when his parents moved him to England. And had not connected with any of the packs nearby. Being alone just hurt the shorter werewolf's self-esteem even more.

Jackson paused in his thoughts, glancing over at Isaac. "I understand why you're doing this."

"Doing what?"Isaac quirked his head to the side, waiting for an answer. Jackson waved his hands, emphasizing everything that had happened.

"This,"he explained. "Going out and protecting people from supernatural monsters." He bowed his head as if honoring the dead. "You're doing it for her." And that was all Jackson had to say for Isaac to understand. Isaac wiped his eyes, chuckling mirthlessly. His throat tight. It was always tight whenever the raven-haired girl, that wielded the crossbow, like a fearless warrior, was mentioned. He bit his bottom lip, holding back the pain that pleaded to escape.

"I want to honor her too,"Jackson finished, honestly. He wanted to honor his friend. A friend that he had abandoned. Had not been there for, when a sword impaled her torso. A friend, who's funeral he missed. A friend, his ex-girlfriend mourned for.

He wanted to apologize for everything horrible he had said. But he couldn't because she was dead. And that devastated him. He would travel with Isaac and fight the monsters because that is what she would have done. What she had always done.

Isaac patted his shoulder, smiling a watery grin. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad with Lahey. They had both grown up a lot since Beacon Hills. They were both fighting their personal demons, thanks to that town. And, sometimes, it was better to overcome them with the help of someone else. He could tell Isaac agreed too.

They reached Isaac's motel room, quickly packing his stuff. Jackson couldn't help but feel the relief that washed over him. It was like a weight was lifted. If this relief was what packs felt among each other, then maybe having a pack wasn't such a bad idea. They left the motel, Isaac checking out.


I hope you enjoyed the shocking new alliance between Isaac and Jackson. I just couldn't leave Jackson alone in London. I think he deserves some soul-searching too. And Isaac needed someone to travel with. He was tired of being alone. It will be fun to see their friendship develops. Plus, I feel like this opens up some pretty interesting arguments. I hope Isaac or Jackson weren't ooc. Well, on to the next adventure. Until next time.