Ursa and the Moon
AN:. Here are 3 one-shots that cover the in between areas of Season 3 and 4. I always thought Malia and Stiles were a cute couple and wanted to keep them together for now, we all know Stydia is end game.. Anyway, this chapter will fill in the gaps and get Stiles and Malia together as well as deal with some of Jameson's struggles with becoming one of the hunted.
~Wayward Winter~
Jameson's Perspective:
With my first full moon coming up, Scott and Stiles were upping Malia and I's "were" training. But frankly, the only thing I could remember from the last few weeks of training is how gross it is watching my brother with a girl who reciprocates his affections. With Sam and Dean, it was great material to tease them about, but with Stiles it was just…ew.
It all started when Malia dropped by after school one day to study with me and Lydia. Turns out if you live in the wild for 8 years there are huge gaps in your education. And I thought I had troubles. Anyways, Stiles was his usual helpless self, trying to open a jar of pickles. Malia saw him, and went into the kitchen and had the jar open in seconds. There was eye contact, stuttering on Stiles' end, and then the rest was history.
Unfortunately, for me, another one of the huge gaps in Malia's education was what to and not to tell the sister of the guy you're seeing. Which meant I got to hear how my brother helped her fill in the gaps of her sexual education. I showered for two hours, as Lydia informed her why she shouldn't tell me anything Stiles related. However, that did not stop me from hearing them down the hall, which meant I spent a lot of time with Lydia or Scott.
"Okay, just breathe," Scott instructed Malia. She nodded and Scott flung out his hand revealing his claws. "Your turn."
Malia cast a look towards Stiles on Scott's bed, who nodded to assure her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath and flung out her hand. Nothing. She looked disappointedly at her hand.
"It's okay," Scott told her, "Just concentrate."
She took another deep breath and tried again. This time it was a success, she jumped up excitedly with my brother. She turned to hug him.
"Whoa!" He exclaimed when he saw her claws still out. He fell back and bounced on the bed.
"Sorry." She said sheathing back her claws. Stiles gave her a hug this time congratulating on her accomplishment.
"Okay James, you're up." Scott told me. I threw my head back with a sigh and got off the chair.
"James…" Stiles tried. Apparently, he was able to realize my reluctance to do all of this even from his love-induced coma.
"Fine, let's do this." I replied pushing myself out of the chair. I faced Scott and flung out my hand. All too easily the claws came out. They were long than the others, extending about 3 inches curving at the ends. I looked at them in disgust torn between wanting to gank myself and to try them out.
While I recognized that when I asked Scott to give me the bite that turning was a possibility, I didn't want this. I had assumed that my poor health paired with the bite would kill me. That this would all be over, but it wasn't. It revived me and here I am, a werebear. No control, and now once a month I experienced a furry problem. I wonder if this what having a period was like?
"Whoo! Jameson did it. Can Jameson leave now?" I asked the pair of them. "Awesome, thanks."
I headed out the door and went for the stairs.
"James!" Scott called after me.
"What?" I threw over my shoulder as I took the stairs.
"Come on, James, this could help you gain control on the full moon."
I stopped in the middle of the stairs. He couldn't possibly be that naïve.
"Scott, do you know what happens to werebears on the full moon?" I asked him.
"They lose control." He said, put it sounded more like a question than a statement. I sent him a dark smirk.
"Scott, we turn into actual bears." I informed him, "It's my first full moon, my bones will snap and reform, my skin will split as fur pours out, and I will be agony for who knows how long. When it finally ends I'll be almost twice the size of a Grizzly and what I'm going to want immediately is food, in other words fresh meat. Do you really think that your little control sessions are going to be able to help?"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Stiles knew, I thought he told you."
"He's the one that's been pushing me to teach you control."
"Well, get a better plan." I told him continuing down the steps, "One that includes keeping me as far away from people as possible. And not killed, that would be a plus."
~Wayward Winter~
Scott's Perspective:
"Okay, where is it?" Stiles said searching his desk for Jameson's Creature Book and other stuff he gathered on werebears. "That's the Kanima stuff, Kitsune. Nogitsune, Oni, Vampires, aha…werebears."
He turned around and handed me the file he had on werebears. He the crossed his room towards his closet and came back with the book. It had dozens of sticky tabs sticking out of it, marking specific places in the book.
"Sorry about the mess, Jameson and I are updating the Creature Book. She's working on a binder while I transfer it digitally."
"Cool." I replied. Having all of that would we really useful. I set the file down on his bed, while I flipped through the books, until I got to werebear.
Unlike most were-hybrids, werebears shift into their actual animal form on the night of the full moon. The shift itself is a violent process where the victim's bones break, grow, and join together to form the bone structure of the bear. The skin splits and fur sprouts from the body. Bodily liquids are known to erupt from the body during the transformation. It is unknown if this helps the victim through the transformation or not.
"So she really turns into an actually animal, like Jackson and Malia did."
"Yeah," Stiles answered, "It has something to do with the bear strain of lycanthropy. It happens to wereowls too."
"Wereowls?"
"It's a thing. Jameson's never seen one, but another hunter swears he did and I did find a few things online about it." he said going over to his computer.
"Whatever, one thing at a time." I stopped him, "She said that learning control won't stop her from shifting during the full moon."
"Well she's right, she'll always be forced to shift." Stiles said coming back over. He picks up the folder from his bed, and flips through the pages, "Yet control is still in important see here: The more control a werebear has, the abler they are to control the shift. And down here it does say that for the first 6 months, the bear will sort of be in charge during the full moon, but afterwards she can gain control of the bear, and be conscious of what's going on while she's a bear. But if she continues to ignore this, the bear will always be in control. However, she had decided to deal with this like a Winchester, and ignore the problem."
"So what do we do?" I asked him.
"Just get her through this full moon. Maybe it will make it real enough for her to deal with it."
"Yeah," I agreed, "Hey, how come werewolves don't turn into full on wolves?"
"Well some still can like Derek's mom and sister, but when Lycaon and his sons went to the druids to change back into humans, they created a disruption in the transformation process for the following generations. In some of the sons the strain became so weak, they hardly transform at all but to offset that plus they have absolutely no control on the full moon and have to eat a heart. Other family lines have always turned into wolves and some can force themselves to achieve it, but the process is a bit complicated."
"Wait, are you actually telling me you believe the story about Lycaon?"
Stiles made a face and went back to his closet and came back with another book, one from the Supernatural series.
"Hammer of the Gods, the Winchesters end up in a seemingly one-star motel at the sided of the road in Muncie, Indiana. But it turns out to be a four-star hotel with staff who are a little too friendly for the siblings' liking. They are soon trapped by the staff, who turn out to be a group of pagan gods, including Kali, Ganesh, Mercury, Zao Shen, Baron Samedi, Odin, and Baldur, and all want to use them as bargaining chips to stop the Apocalypse. The siblings find an unlikely heavenly ally. But will everything go to Hell when Lucifer shows up for dinner. Kali, Mercury, Odin, Baldur, gods, Scott, gods! I believe everything now."
"Okay." I said holding my hands up, "So that's our plan just get her through the first full moon, so it wakes her up to the fact that this is happening?"
"Yeah, why you got a better idea?" Stiles asked.
"No."
~Wayward Winter~
It was the night of the full moon, and Lydia was able to get us permission to use her family's lake house for the night. Lydia said that the lake area should practically be deserted with it being December. And since we can't chain Jameson up like Malia, a place clear of humans is exactly what we needed.
"You ready?" Stiles asked coming out on the porch.
"No," I replied as I watched Jameson pace in front of us. She started feeling a tingling sensation about an hour ago, and now her whole body was sore. She said pacing was the only thing that kept her mind off of it.
"Well, you need to get ready. My sister needs you, okay?" Stiles reminded me, "And don't for a second think I won't sell you out to Dean if something happens to her."
I gave him a look.
"Better you than me, buddy. He still scares me."
A cry cut off my comeback. My head shoots towards the sound, and I see Jameson crumbled on the ground. There were things bulging underneath her skin.
"Go. Go, go, go, go!" Stiles screams at me, as he pushes me off the porch. I catch myself before I hit the ground and land on my feet. I rush over to Jameson and pick her up. Her shrieks of pain are harsh in my ear as I charge into the woods behind the house.
We don't get very far, before I jabbed hard in the stomach. James tumbles out of my arms. She falls hard on the ground, but with all the pain she was in I doubt she noticed. I knelt down and touched her hand hoping to help her with the pain. I started to accept the pain and immediately dropped her hand. The pain I took still rippled through my body even without the contact.
I tried to take her hand again anyway, but she pulled away from me with a growl. So instead I had to sit there and watch her. Watch her as she curled up in a ball as her bones audibly snapped and shifted. It went on forever it seemed until Jameson got up on her hands and knees. She turned towards me, her eyes glowing amber.
"Scott, get out of here," She snarled, "You need to get ou-rlll..."
Her words were cut off by an animalistic growl. Her skin broke open and brown fur began pouring out. Some kind of liquid erupted from her body spraying the area including me. I went to clean my face, and when I was able to see again. I was greeted by the sight of a large brown bear staring me down.
"Jameson?"
The bear snorted and came closer. It sniffed the top of my head, it gave an unsatisfied snort before backhanding me with its paw. I went flying into the air and landed hard into a tree, and that was the last thing I remember before everything went dark.
~Wayward Winter~
When I came to, I could see a hint of the sun rising. Had I really been out all night? Wait, Jameson! I jumped up and took off after her scent. I crashed through the woods until I came upon a scene from a horror movie. Two deer looked like they had been mauled and torn into. Bloody paw prints were everywhere and then marked where she went next. I kept following the prints till they stopped then picked up her scent once again.
On the path to Jameson there were a few trees with deep scratches in them and occasionally patches of fur. It was near the lake that I finally saw her. She was curled up naked on the beach of the water. Healing scratched all over her body, her hair was a tangles mess, and mud and blood was caked everywhere.
I approached her slowly, not wanting to startle her. When I got closer, I noticed she was sleeping. I crouched low next to her and nudge her arm. She curls into herself more, but doesn't wake. I try again, but still she didn't wake up. I shrugged out of my jacket and wrapped her up in, before picking her up and carrying her back to Lydia's lake house.
I walked up the porch steps. I had to shift Jameson to get the door open, but it didn't seem to bother her. I stepped into the foyer and slipped into the living room. Lydia was sleeping on the couch and she stirred when we entered the room.
"Hey," she says groggily, "How is she?"
"Dead asleep." I replied, "Do you know where her bag is?"
"I put it in you guys' room. On the left, at the top of the stairs."
I nodded and left the room. I carefully climbed upstairs and went into the room Lydia had set aside for us. I laid Jameson on the bed while I dug through her bag. I pulled out her oversized sleeping shirt and set in next to her.
I saw a bathroom across the hall, I should probably get her into the shower. I crossed the hall and turned on the water before going back to get Jameson. I brought her back over and checked to make sure the water was warm before setting her underneath the spray of water. She started to move when the water hit her skin. Her face scrunched up and her eyes fluttered.
"Scott?" she asked.
"Hey," I reply, "You okay?"
"Tired," she slurred.
"It's okay, go back to sleep. I'll just get you cleaned up."
She nodded before leaning against the shower wall. I removed the shower head from the holder and ran it over Jameson's body, washing away the mud and blood. I ran my fingers through her hair in an effort to untangle it.
"I'm sorry." I whispered to her.
~Wayward Winter~
Well, this quickly gets Malia and Stiles together. And I know a lot of you expressed some doubts about the werebear thing, but hey Jameson's not sure about it either. Her feelings about this will play into Season 4. And just to clarify, she doesn't remember Cas saving her, it was erased from her mind when she was resurrected. There will be two more in-between stories before Chapter 1 will be released for Season 4. I got all my werebear information from Werebears-Lukoi. Google it, it's got a lot of cool information.