Chapter 9: Visual Confirmation Part 2
AN: Welcome to the stupid-ass plan. Let me know what you think.
~Carry On~
Friday Night:
Jameson's Perspective:
I walked down the street to the steps of the metal plated Beacon Hills Diner. I stuffed my hands into the pocket of the sweatshirt Derek gave me, before taking a run at the steps. At the top of the landing, I quickly had to move to the side to let some leaving customers out. With a polite nod to them, I slipped behind them into the entrance area.
I opened the second door that led into the actual dining area and headed for the take-out counter. Mr. Carey looked up from his crossword puzzle and smiled when he saw me.
"Howdy, Jameson," he greeted, "You want your usual."
"Yeah, and can you throw in a couple slices of apple pie?"
"Sure thing, kiddo."
He jotted down the order before ripping it out of his pad.
"Three orders coming in, Jeb. Burn one, drag one through Wisconsin and top it with bacon, burn one, take it through the garden and pin a rose on it, and two sides of frog legs. One Caesar Salad with a grilled bird. Three slices of Apple Pie."
"What no fancy name for that?" I asked him teasingly. He grinned and pinned the ticket to the ticket holder.
"It will be about 20 minutes; do you want a cup of coffee?"
"Sounds good to me." I said takin a seat on the red vinyl stool in front of the counter. Mr. Carey came back with a mug and a filled it with the pot behind his section of the counter.
"So, how's Isaac?" he asked "casually" as he returned the cup. He keeps waiting for me to crumble over the weight of Isaac leaving me and realize he was the one for me all along. Or at least that's what Maureen implied a month ago. I think this is like the only person, aside from psychopaths, who does not like Scott McCall. Well him and me. I really just want to take his head an-
I cleared my throat, remembering what brought me down this trail in the first place. I picked up the coffee cup and started to bring it to my lips.
"When I ask, he says 'Comme ci, comme ca'." Which I took to mean in English, that's the only line in French that I know beside bonjour." I joked tried to ease my frustration. As I took a sip, Mr. Carey let out a big belly laugh. I grinned around the rim of the cup.
"I'm sure he's getting along fine," Mr. Carey said as he calmed down, "And if not, he's always got you to come home to."
I smirked at the more than obvious hint about his preference. But I found myself nodding in agreement.
"Yeah, he can always come home." I said softly. Mr. Carey grinned and then went back to his puzzle. I continue to sip on my coffee enjoying the warmth of the mug in my hands. It calmed the apprehension growing in my gut. There's a reason why I'm calling this the stupid-ass plan 2.0.
I felt a buzzing in my sweatshirt pocket and pulled out my flip phone. The Sheriff's name flashed on the screen. I hesitated for a second but knew if I didn't answer it would be worse.
"Hey Sheriff." I greeted.
"It's almost dinner time, are you and Stiles on your way?" He asked. It had become "our family" tradition to have at least one dinner a week at the station when he worked late. No significant others, no friends, just us. I got the feeling the Sherriff really looked forward to it considering how he called about 3 times before dinner to check to make sure we were coming.
"I'm waiting for the food now, but I haven't heard from Stiles for a couple of hours."
"He's probably with Malia. I'll call him."
"No, don't worry about it. I'll make sure he makes it." I said implying some threatening and blackmailing. I could hear him take a deep breath on the other end, probably wondering why he puts up with either of us.
"Fine, just try not to start something, all right?"
"No promises," I teased.
"Jameson…"
"I'll be good."
"All right see you soon."
"Yeah, I'll see you soon." I promised. He hung up after a quick bye. I exited off the call screen and switched to my contacts until I found Stiles name and hit the call button.
"Hey, have I told you in the last few minutes how much I hate this plan?
"Unlatch yourself from your little girlfriend and be at the Sherriff's station in the next 15 minutes or else." I said keeping up with the pretense.
"Oh, and I got the little note you left me. First off, you're not going to die and even if you did I am not reading the lyrics to "Freefalling" as your eulogy. Instead I'm going to say something like 'Here lies Jameson Annabelle Winchester, the biggest pain in the ass that ever lived'."
I grinned.
"Aw, you love me." I cooed. I saw Mr. Carey's shoulders move up and down like he was holding in laughter.
"This is a stupid ass plan, it was stupid ass plan when Scott and I came up with it and it's still a stupid ass plan."
"Dinner, fifteen Stiles, or that little box under your bed, the one you think I don't know about will meet the internet. And don't bother trying to hide it when we get home, I know all your spots."
"I hate you…just be careful, all right?"
"Always." I said before hanging up. I slipped the phone back in my pocket. I finished up the coffee and got another cup in me before the food was up. I paid for the food and added a five-dollar tip to the two cups of coffee. Mr. Carey thanked me and bid me good night, and I slipped into the cool evening air.
I headed toward my car and went to unlock the driver's side door. That's when I see it, the thing that was not part of the stupid-ass plan. The thing happened to be a metal shaft with a pointed tip sticking out of my tire. That bastard shot up my car.
"Son of a bitch!" I screeched. I crouched to check on the tire and I heard a whizzing sound coming my way. I twist around and catch the arrow that would have cut my cheek. I retrace the arrow's pass and see a figure standing on the roof top of the building next to me.
My eyes narrow in anger, and I stick two special fingers up in the air. I watch as he raises his arm, is that….
"Shit!" I hiss before jumping over my car to the other side. I hear the arrow impact the ground where I had been, "Shit! Shit!"
I think Argent is enjoying this a little too much. Okay, okay, what can I do to make this look believable. I heard something else hit the ground, something big, followed by the hissing noise, like the opening of a soda bottle. I looked under the car and say smoke coming towards me.
My nose and throat start to itch, I cough to clear it up, but that just makes it worse. Soon the smoke feels like it's flooding my whole body, and everything starts to burn. Wolfsbane! I hack up my lung trying to get up, I feel a little better when my head gets above the smoke, but not much.
I push myself up eventually, and stumble away from car hunched over at the waist. Fresh air begins pushing out of the wolfsbane from my lungs, but the burning sensation still remains. I run blindly, not caring about the direction I take.
Bright lights hit my eyes, and I raise my arm to cover them. A car screeches to a stop in front of me. I look through a small slit in my arms to see what is going on.
"What the hell you doing, girl?" A voice asked. I squinted and saw a gruff old man leaning out of the driver side window.
I was about to answer when I hear another arrow whiz by.
"Shit!" I hissed and took off running. I ducked into a nearby alley, trying to re-orient myself now that I wasn't being suffocated by wolfsbane. I wasn't too far of the route I mapped out with Argent and Derek earlier today.
"Hey girl!" I heard the man call after me, followed by the sound of jogging feet.
"Seriously?" I asked under my breath. I ran towards a dumpster and jumped on top of it and grabbed the fire-escape steps hanging above it and pulled myself up. I continued to climb up out of Tye's sight and decided to use the roofs of the buildings to get where I needed to be. I raced across the rooftop and leapt over another alleyway, before find a space to hideout for a few moments to call for a "rescue." Derek was nice enough to answer on the first ring.
"Who's your tag-along?" Derek asked.
"Oh, just some Good Samaritan or a creepy pervert, who knows."
"He seems awfully determined to find you."
"Get rid of him then." I ordered.
"Anything else?" he asked sarcastically.
"Yeah, tell Argent he owes me a new tire. Better yet, a new tire and a professional car wash."
"Will do." He said before hanging up. I tucked my phone back into my pocket and stuck my head out again. I hear a whistling noise and then the clang of metal.
"Oh no." I eek out. There's an explosion and a flash of light that sends me flying backwards.
"Jameson Winchester!" Argent's voice boomed, "It's time we end this."
"I agree." I said, pushing myself off the gravelling roof, "This is just the type of Thunderdome experience I have been waiting for. However, I have dinner plans, so…bye."
With that I jumped down into the alley below, landing in a crouch. I stand up and giving Argent's shadowy figure a small bow before running between two buildings. I was heading towards the woods now, my natural habitat. Just where any hunter would expect me to end up.
~Carry On~
Derek's Perspective:
After getting rid of the guy following Jameson, I started tailing her and Argent myself. Hopefully, the guy wouldn't continue to be a problem. Everything hung on making this look as real as possible.
Jameson and Argent continued their cat and mouse game until they reached the border of The Beacon Hills Reserve. I found a small access road and pulled into there before looking for Argent. I had been ignoring the pain from the bullet wounds I got the other night pulling Braeden out of the woods the other night, but as I jogged to where Argent told me he was, it got harder to pretend they weren't there. They should have healed with hours of the initial wound given the type of bullet.
"What's going on?" I asked Argent when I came upon him leaning on a tree waiting for me.
"She isn't turning." Argent answered, "I shot an arrow into her leg and all she did was pull it out. Her eyes didn't even change."
"So, we need to find another way to make her angry."
"Yes, but how?"
"By reminding her of the things in her life that are real." I tell him, "She knows you are not going to hurt her with your arrows, but there are other ways to hurt her."
"You want me to emotionally attack a teenage girl?" Argent asked in disbelief.
"Do you have a better idea?" I countered.
"No," he said with a sigh, "You better find her. If this works, she's not just going to be angry, she's going to be furious."
I nod and run into the woods to find Jameson, but I couldn't catch her scent. In fact, all the scents seemed to blend together, and it was getting harder to distinguish one from the other. What was going on?
"Jameson." Argent "sweet-talked" into the night, "Don't you think this game is getting a bit old? How about you call your pack? If you brought me Scott, who really is the more valuable prize, I might let you go."
That will definitely get her attention. I listen carefully and I can just make out some creaking noises like a branch and heartbeat.
"Think about it, Jameson, he betrayed you. Went behind your back, put everything, everyone at risk. He's a monster, Jameson. And you kill monsters. So, why don't we do it together?"
Jameson didn't reply to him and I lost the heartbeat.
"What? Are you still trying to keep him safe? You can't keep any of them safe. Liam will be easy, he's young, inexperienced. It will be child's play to draw him out and put a bullet right through his head. And Lydia? Well, Lydia doesn't even have claws. She won't even hear me coming. Kira, Malia, Derek, easy. You know I can do it, Jameson. You've had firsthand experience with the lengths an Argent will go to complete their mission. Remember?"
Still nothing. Argent was coming into my view and I moved behind a tree to keep out of sight of anyone watching him.
"Come on, Jameson! Don't make me do this?" I heard Chris try again. "You know, you can't save them, you couldn't even save YOUR BROTHER! Sam is DEAD because of YOU!"
A roar ripped through the quiet of the night. I grabbed my ears to block out the sound of pure rage. Argent was wrong, what he did pushed her way past furious. The ground seemed to shake, and I peered around the tree to see Jameson in bear form charging full speed at Argent. Eyes bright amber with foam around her mouth.
"Shit!" I heard Argent hiss. He dropped his bow arrow and grabbed the tranquilizer gun he had around this torso. He waited until Jameson rose on her hide legs to swat at him to shoot twice. Once in the neck and one in the chest. She roared again, but soon it became sluggish. She stumbled around, falling into trees, severely cracking a few before finally passing out.
Argent cautiously went over to the werebear, crouching down to hold his hand near the snout. I watch him heave a sigh in relief, before straightening up and letting out a whistle, signaling it was safe for the me and others to come out of hiding. Garth and Bobby emerged first, and then Scott and Liam dressed in hunter gear and bandanas to cover their faces. Scott immediately checked on Jameson, while Singer came down on Argent.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Singer demanded of him.
"You heard her; she can only shift when she's angry. I needed her angry."
"Well congratulations, sunshine. You got her angry." Singer replied sarcastically, "And, you've pissed me off too. Not only did you hurt my girl, but we are five miles away from where we needed to be. And if you don't want me to shoot you, you better have a good plan about how to move a werebear five miles in the woods before this all wears off."
"I have a moving van at the warehouse." Argent said, "Derek will drive me over there and I'll bring it as close as I can get. Scott and Liam will just have to drag her to the van."
"Well get going, we don't have all night."
Argent nodded at the man, before turning to me. I nodded and we both turned to walk towards my car. After a few steps, Argent stopped and partially turned his head.
"I shouldn't have said, what I said." He apologized, "And I am sorry."
He then started walking again with me following him.
~Carry On~
Scott's Perspective:
"Idjit!" I heard Bobby exclaim under his breath. I couldn't help but agree with him. I know why Argent did it, but he didn't need to do it so well. I brushed some of Jameson fur, before listening carefully for her heartbeat, "How's are girl doing?"
"It's faint, but there's still a heartbeat." I updated him, before turning to Liam, "Can you hear it?"
He closed his eyes, and I saw his face strain trying to hear it. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and shook his head.
"Try again," I told him, "Filter out all the other sounds-the wind, animals, our heartbeats, and listen carefully."
He tried again; his face wasn't as strained this time. After a moment, he smiled.
"I hear it," Liam announced, "Your right, it's faint, but steady."
"Good job," I told him proudly. He looked down embarrassed by the compliment, but I could also sense the pride radiating off of him.
"I really don't like this plan," Bobby said to himself or all of us, I wasn't sure.
"It's going to be okay," I told him, "I won't let anything happen to her."
"You seem nice and all, son, but why should I trust you with my girl?" Bobby asked, "You're not exactly her favorite person lately."
"Because I love her." I said without thinking. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, my mouth snapped shut. Did I just say that? Better yet, did I mean that?
"You wanna try that again, boy?" Bobby asked, with Garth grinning in the background. I guessed he was picking me up on my indecision.
Did I love her? I know that I liked being around her. I know that she made me laugh. I also know that no one makes me angrier than her. I also liked that she wanted to take care of me and protect me just as much as I wanted to care for and protect her. Though she did fight me on it every step of the way. I know that when I'm with her I feel normal, like being a werewolf isn't something bad, just another part of life. I know that aside from Stiles there is no one I rather have by my side in a fight. I love listening to her singing off-key in the shower or in the car. I loved how obsessive she was about The Golden Girls, tacos, and even weapons. I loved how furiously protective she was of Stiles, never once straying from his corner even if he was wrong. I loved how easily she took Isaac and Kira under her wing and watching her open up with Lydia. I love curling up with her late at night and waking up to her hair in my face in the morning. I just…love her.
"Because I love her." I repeated more firmly, "I won't let anything bad happen to her, even if she hates me for it."
Bobby stared me down for a good long while and finally the corners of his lips twitched. His hand came down hard on my shoulder.
"Boy, I don't know if you are brave or stupid falling in love with that crazy girl." Bobby joked, "But, you got a good one there, the best one."
"I know."
"She's gonna be a lot of work, some scars run deep."
"I know," I repeated.
"Good kid," he said patting my shoulder, "Dean said he liked you."
I chuckled at the information and knelt down by Jameson to smooth her fur. See her like this and feeling like this…I always knew that our plan was bad…but seeing her like this put it in a whole new perspective. It was a stupid ass plan.
~Carry On~
Stiles' Perspective:
"Do you have everything set-up?" Argent asked coming into the office. I scanned the screens in front of me that contained the feeds from the cameras around the property.
"Yeah, I think so." I told him, "My Dad is investigating the attack downtown. While here, all of the cameras are online, and I have Kira doing sweeps of the property. How's your side going?"
"Jameson is downstairs, Derek's creating the bullet holes, and Bobby's out creating the crime scene. I just wanted to check on things here before making the call."
"Yeah…yeah, we're all good up here." I said, before asking, "This is going to work, right? Tell me this isn't going to end with all my friends dead?"
He came over and put his hand on my shoulder.
"This is going to work Stiles."
I nodded even though I know he's just telling me what I want to hear. But, I just needed someone to say it, an adult someone. I sniffed trying to get control of my emotions and then came around the surveillance desk to the one in the corner.
"I have the lap-top set-up for you," I told him, "I just need you to put the link in and then we can message the guy."
"Okay," Argent said, before coming around to the lap-top, "Here we go."
He pulled out a piece of paper and inserted the IP address. A black screen came up and then a blinking white light appeared. A code appeared on the screen until it cut odd and light began blinking, indicating it was time for us to write in our message.
JAMESON WINCHESTER DEAD. PAYMENT REQUESTED.
"That is your assassin speak." I criticized Argent's message.
"I said she was dead. What more do you want?"
"Well, it was a little dry. You could have said something like 'The target has been neutralized' or 'The Crow Flies a Midnight.' That's always cool."
"Hmm."
The computer began to beep letting us know someone messaged us back.
VISUAL CONFIRMATION IS REQUIRED. FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS WILL FOLLOW.
"What?" I asked, "I thought they needed to see her in person?"
"They do," Argent replied, "They just want to make sure it's worth the trip first."
He got his phone out and placed a call.
"Bobby? I need you to send a picture of Jameson to me. The Benefactor wants visual confirmation before they send further instructions." He said into his phone, "Yeah, uh-huh, what do you mean it's wearing off? She should be out for hours. Her heartbeat? Yeah, I think I have more in the car. If not, you will have to call Deaton. Okay. Yeah."
He hung up with sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose for a moment before looking up at me.
"We have to move fast. Scott said her heartbeat's getting strong, meaning the serum is wearing off." He informed me, "I don't know how much time we have. Here, Bobby sent the picture. Upload it quick."
I took his phone and linked it the laptop and moved the picture of my sister's "corpse" to the computer before uploading it to The Benefactor.
INTIAL TASK COMPLETE. THE FIRST PAYMENT WILL BE SENT TO A BANK ACCOUNT OF YOUR CHOOSING. THE SECOND PAYMENT WILL BE TRANSFERRED UPON IN-PERSON CONFIRMATION. ENTER YOUR LOCATION.
Argent entered the address of his warehouse, fulfilling the request.
PREPARE FOR MY ARRIVAL IN THIRTY MINUTES.
"Thirty minutes? Thirty minutes? Are they kidding?" I complained, "I hate this plan."
Argent gave me annoyed look, before typing into the screen.
"Make it twenty. Need to move her soon." Argent said as he typed.
PREPARE FOR MY ARRIVAL.
"What does that mean? Does that mean they'll be here in 20?"
"We'll see. Right now, we need to make sure Jameson stays sedated. Or we're all screwed."
~Carry On~
Scott's Perspective:
"Is it always going to be like this?" Kira asked, as we stood on the roof of the warehouse.
"Like what?" I replied.
"Like this." She repeated, "Chasing bad guys, being chased by bad guys, acting out crazy plans?"
I breathed out a small laugh.
"Yeah, I have a feeling that it will be."
"Oh," she sighed disappointedly.
"But there will be good moments too," I reassured her, "Like winning your first lacrosse game, hanging out with your friends, graduating."
"That's not so bad."
"Yeah, if everything goes well tonight, we can get back to that."
"Right," she said, "I'll do another sweep with Liam."
I nodded.
"Be careful," I called after her. She smiled and wandered off to find my Beta. I turned back to the woods surrounding the place. The Benefactor was coming, and I was going to make sure he didn't kill anyone else.
~Carry On~
Kira's Perspective:
Liam and I walked around the warehouse, waiting for The Benefactor to show. I don't know when we became friends that held each other's hands, but I didn't stop him when I felt his hand graze against mine and slip between my fingers. It felt…kinda nice.
"Did you hear that?" Liam asked, pulling me from my thoughts. I looked up and scanned the area, but I didn't see or hear anything.
"No," I answered, but that didn't mean there was nothing there. His hearing was still better than mine.
"I think it came from this way," he said point to our right. He let go of my hand and headed in the direction of the sound he heard. I readied my katana and followed after him. We crept through the woods for a few minutes before Liam grabbed me and ducked behind a tree. I was pressed up against him, my face buried into the area of sweatshirt under this chin.
"What is it?" I whispered, pushing away a bit.
"Shh…" Liam warned. He motioned with his head for me to look around him. I peered around him and saw the creatures that attacked us at the school not too long ago. Kate's Berserkers. Why was she here?
Liam nudged me in the direction we came.
"We have to warn the others," he whispered. I nodded and gave into his nudges and we crept softly towards the warehouse, until I stepped on a particularly loud stick. I winced at the noise that was soon followed by a loud roar into the night.
"Run!" I told Liam, and we broke out into a sprint towards the others. We burst through the side door where we found most of the others around Jameson's bear form.
"Guys, we have a problem." Liam said.
"Yeah, we know." Stiles replied sarcastically, "She's waking up."
I looked over at Jameson to see that he was right. She was beginning to shudder and her claws were beginning to extend.
"Actually, she might be the solution to one of our problems." I said, remember her and Derek taking them on last time, "The Berserkers are here."
"What?" Jameson's Uncle asked, "Berserkers? Here?
"Their Kate's." Argent told him. A phone started ringing, stopping our conversation. Stiles pulled his out of his pocket and answered it.
"Hey Scott." He greeted, "Yeah, we know. Liam and Kira just told us. That's not our only problem, Jameson's waking up. We tried giving her another dose, but she burned right through it. Yeah. I know. Okay."
He hung up and looked at all of us.
"You two," he said point at Liam and I, before turning to Derek, "and Derek need to get outside. Scott wants your help holding them off. While the rest of need to either get Jameson in fighting shape or get her to change back."
Derek nodded.
"Come on you two," he ordered and led us to the door. We stepped out the side door and heard a noise above us. I looked up to see Scott jumping off the roof. He did a flip and landed in a crouch near us.
"Cute." Derek said unimpressed. Scott smiled as he rose from his crouch, before turning serious again.
"They're out there," Scott said, "It's almost like they are waiting for something."
As soon as he finished saying that there was a loud roar.
"I think they are done waiting." Derek said. The emerged from the woods in a blur of bones. Scott and Liam unsheathed their claws, and I readied my katana and took position. Scott roared back at them and charged them with Liam and Derek close behind. I began running behind them. Liam and Scott took on one of the Berserkers leaving Derek and I deal with the second.
I came at and was quickly pushed back on to the defensive when I had to block the beast's arm. I pushed back and caused it to fling its arm away. I came back swinging, actually gaining ground until it caught my katana with its arm. The next thing I know its other fist is flying towards my face and everything goes black.
~Carry On~
Stiles Perspective:
"Garth," Bobby bellowed, upon hearing the roars and chaos outside. "Sounds like those kids could use some back up."
"Sure thing, Bobby." Garth agreed, grabbing his rifle and following the older hunter outside.
"It doesn't make any sense," I said to Argent once they left, "Why would Kate send them here? Is she still after Derek?"
"No, I came for the body." A voice echoed from across the warehouse. Argent and I turned towards the voice. There was Kate Argent, with her signature smirk.
"Visual Confirmation?" I asked her once I got over the shock of seeing her again, "Figures you want to check on Jameson yourself, she doesn't exactly have the nicest things to say about you."
Kate chuckled coming closer until she was within a few feet of us.
"That's a shame, 'cause I always liked her." Kate said, "But no, I am not oh-so mysterious Benefactor."
"Then what do you want with the body?" Argent demanded.
"I wish I could tell you." Kate said. I guess that was the wrong answer, because Argent charged her. Kate easily grabbed the hand holding the gun coming her way, but in doing so she missed him going for another gun with his second and holding it under her chin.
"I always forget that you carry two," Kate said fondly.
"Back off," her brother yelled.
"Are you sure you can pull that trigger fast enough?"
"I don't' want to."
Don't want to? No, I am pretty sure we need to.
"You're not going to kill me."
Umm…yes, he is. I caught movement in the corner of my eye, I learned my head slighting in the direction of the movement. A giant paw comes out of nowhere and sends Kate flying across the room. I scramble away as Jameson's bear form rises to its full height. She lets out a loud roar before landings out all fours.
Kate had hit the wall pretty hard, and when she pushed herself up it's clear that her leg has been broken.
"That was cute," Kate said spitting out blood. She then sets her leg with an audible snap. She's not given much time to recover because Jameson is racing towards her. Kate doesn't have any time to react, and before she can even let out a roar of her own, Jameson has rammed Kate through the wall of the warehouse.
"Holy shit!" I exclaim once the dust settled, revealing a giant hole. Roars echo outside, signaling the fight was not over.
"Jameson!" I hear Scott yell above the fighting noise. Her growls become softer and softer, before they disappear altogether. So did the other roars, was Kate leaving?
"Stay here," Argent said before he jogged to the hole and peered out, "Kate's gone."
~Carry On~
Early Saturday Morning:
Derek's Perspective:
I limped into the loft. The Berserker had bashed my side where the I had been shot the night before, reopening the wound. It was easy passing it off as new wounds to the others who were more concern about where the Berserkers and Kate had gone. I left soon after everyone has picked themselves off and returned to the warehouse.
Braeden rose from the couch when she saw me, frowning when I winced with every step.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"It's nothing," I said, even as I pressed my side.
"That doesn't look like nothing," She countered, "Sit down."
She pointed to a chair by my table. I rolled by eyes and did what she said. She grabbed a first aid kit from her bag and came over to me. Without warning she lifts my shirt and inspects the wound. She went through the process of cleaning it, before putting gauze over it.
"Its' only a graze," she announces, as she finishes tapping up the gauze. "It stings like a bitch, but should heal in a week, since it seems you are without your healing ability."
"Some wounds just take longer to heal."
She looked up at me with a smirk, before stranding up.
"Not for people like you. What's going on?"
"Maybe, I'm just tired." I offered, which wasn't too far off the mark.
"Derek, show me your eyes."
I looked at her in her eyes.
"Derek," she sounded off in annoyance, "I mean, show me your real eyes."
I just continue to look at her.
"Okay," she said, "Now, why don't you tell me what's going on?"
I sighed and rose up. I walked over to the window to look out across the city. I tried once again to smell or hear anything, but there was nothing but the sights and sounds in this room.
"Whatever Kate did to me…it's not over."
"The glowing eyes, healing?"
"Gone," I told her, "Along with everything else."
"Strength?"
"I can still win a fight," I said turning around to face her.
She snorted. I raised an eyebrow. She didn't say anything, just put her elbow on the table and shook her hand. Was she seriously challenging me to an arm wrestle? She kept looking at me expectantly, so I moved back over the table, rested my elbow on it, before grabbing her hand.
"You ready?" She askes smugly. I murmured my readiness. She began to count down and readied myself for an easy take-down even without my powers. However, instead of three, she jabbed my wound, I doubled over in pain which allowed her to take me down easily.
"You cheated, "I grunted out, before repeating, "That's cheating."
"I won. When you are a human facing off against the supernatural, you need to bend the rules a bit." She explained, "Now, I am going to teach you to bend."
~Carry On~
Scott's Perspective:
"Son, about what we talked about earlier, don't tell her now." Bobby said before he left to go clean up the "crime scene" with Garth. "She'll only use it against you. I wouldn't even tell her when you work things out. Only tell her when you know she wants to say it to you but can't."
I thought about what Bobby said the entire time I was driving Jameson home. I pulled the bike in front of the Stilinski house, and turned it off. Jameson got off and removed her helmet, before shoving it at me. She didn't even glare at me in goodbye, before stomping off to the house. I got off the bike and put the helmets on the handlebars.
"You were right." I call after her, causing her to pause, "It was a stupid-ass plan."
She continued walking and didn't even turn around to rub it in that she was right.
"Jameson, please?" I begged trying to go after her. She whirled around, and I was expecting her anger, but not for her to be crying.
"You had me so fooled," she cried, "With your puppy dog eyes, always doing the right thing attitude. You said we were a team, and then you go behind my back. With no regard for me, you, or anyone else!"
"I know." I admitted, "I thought it was the only way to get The Benefactor out of hiding, but you were right there were so many other ways, like what we did tonight. And we are a team, and we both need to be better about acting like one."
Her eyes narrowed at the reminder she also hadn't always acted like we were a team.
"No," she said, before motioning between the two of this, "I think this team is done."
Done?
"Jameson" I tried again reaching out for her. But she threw her hands up refusing to touch me.
"Just go," she ordered. I nod and turn to leave, but I needed to say one more thing.
"You were wrong about one thing, Jameson."
"Yeah, what's that?" She sneered.
"Allison," I said, "She wasn't the love of my life."
I then walked back to my bike and drove off.
~Carry On~
Stiles' Perspective:
"Hey, where have you been?" I asked upon seeing Malia sitting on my bed.
"Talking to Peter," she said, not looking away from her twisting hands.
"Okay. You think that's a good idea?"
"If he can help me find my mother, I don't think I care."
I came deeper into my room.
"You might be related to him, but you're not like him." I told her.
"Maybe I am," she said getting off my bed, and going to my investigation board, "The night I caused the car crash…"
"You mean when you were out-of-control on the full moon." I corrected.
"There's a part I didn't tell about," Malia continues on, as she tapes something on my board, "Right before we got in the car, my mother…My adoptive mother, I guess…We got into a huge fight, I don't even remember what it was about, but I remember what I said."
"Malia," I started, knowing where this was going.
"I said, 'I wish you were all dead.'" She says, her voice shaking like she was holding back tears.
"Killing doesn't run in a family," I said stepping in front of her.
"Maybe it does in mine." She said in a steadier tone. She then leaves the room. I let her leave and take a closer look at what she taped to my board-the list with her name on it
~Carry On~
I heard a knock on my door. I had been tossing and turning for the past 2 hours, getting no closer to falling asleep that I was when I started.
"Yeah," I called out. The door open revealing my sister.
"I am very mad at you." She said.
"I know," I said, lifting up the blanket for her to get in. I heard Jamie huff, and shuffle across the floor until I felt her climb in behind me.
"You can't do that again, Stiles." She whispered.
"I know," I repeated, "But you can't either."
"Deal." She said, before turning over and pressing her forehead against my back. I feel her grab on to my t-shirt, clinging on to it like a lifeline. I let out a huge sigh and close my eyes and this time I find sleep.
~Carry On~
I know this was lite on Lydia, but she will make a return in the next chapter. I hope you all enjoyed the newest chapter. We are finally past the point we were at when I took down my stories last year. Whoo!