It's The Same, Wherever You Go
Chapter Four
Warning
The following day at school was pretty normal, considering that a werewolf was sitting in most of those classes, Jaydra thought to herself. But as the school day finally ended, and it was time for Lacrosse Practice, Jaydra was getting anxious. Her first game, and being on the First Line, was in two days.
Just as she closed her school locker shut, Jaydra felt an arm go over her shoulder. Her green eyes glanced over to her roommate Stiles and rolled her eyes. "Yes?" she asked, turning to head to the locker room with said roommate. As she turned, she noticed that Stiles wasn't alone. Scott was there too.
"So . . ." Scott started walking on Jaydra's left and Stiles on her right. "Stiles tells me you're a hunter. Like the Argents?"
Jaydra turned and glared at Scott. "Easy, lover boy. I may be a Winchester, but I'm NOTHING like your girlfriend's family."
Scott held up his hands in defense. "Understood. But what all does being a hunter mean?"
Jaydra shrugs. "It basically means that I go after anything that goes bump in the night and kill it, if it poses a threat to people," she explains.
"What's the worst hunt you've ever been on?" Stiles asked, looking at Jaydra like she just said, 'I'm Obi-Wan.'
Jaydra took a deep breath, going through a quick memory check. "Worse one? Ever?" she asked, to which Stiles shook his head like crazy. "I think it would be my first werewolf case . . ." she hummed honestly.
"Really?" Scott asked, swallowing the lump in his throat.
"Yeah," Jaydra said, walking around the corner that was the direction of the locker room. Just before they walked into the locker room, Jaydra puts her hand on Scott's chest. "Listen, I'm going to give you this warning once. I don't want to hunt you, pup," she stated, her green eyes staring down Scott's brown ones. "But I don't know what type of alpha bit you."
"There's different types?" Stiles asked, walking up to his two friends.
"Yes. The reason that the werewolf I hunted was the worst hunt was because he was so far down the line from a natural born werewolf that he couldn't control himself at all during a full moon. That made him much more dangerous to humans," Jaydra explained. "And if you pose that threat, pup, I WILL hunt you." And with that, Jaydra walks into the locker room and began changing into her Lacrosse paddings.
Stiles noticed how tense the air around his two friends became, so he decided to change the topic as they all changed into their Lacrosse uniforms. "So, uh, did you apologize to Allison?" the buzz cut asked.
"Yeah," Scott sighed.
"So is she giving you a second chance?" Stiles prompted. Scott didn't even reply this time, he just nodded his head. "Yeah? Alright! then everything good!"
"No . . ." Scott murmured, making the sandy blond haired girl look at him.
"No?" she asked, pulling her jersey over her tank top.
"I can't get that image of her father out of my head," Scott stated, his eyes glazed over, reliving a memory.
"Okay, EW!" Stile cried out, shaking his head. "Did NOT think you swung that way."
Scott didn't even react to what Stiles was saying. "He shot at me . . . With a crossbow!"
Jaydra rolled her eyes and got in front of the whining puppy. "Hey, does Allison know about her father's hobbies?"
"I don't think so . . ." he responded.
"Did her dad recognize you?" Jaydra asked. Scott shook his head in response. "Then you're good for now. Focus on Lacrosse right now. And keep your anger in check, got it?"
Scott's brown eyes locked onto Jaydra's green, and he gave the teenage hunter a small smile and nodded his head. Maybe he could survive this.
"Just be careful around Christopher Argent, okay?" the girl said, going back to her locker.
"Why?" both the boys asked, looking at Jaydra as she pulled on her boots.
"Let's just say that the Argents aren't as 'nice' as the Winchesters," Jaydra summarized. "Remember how I said I follow kind of like a rule by my dad? 'Saving People, Hunting Things'," Jaydra recited easily. "It's the family business. Meaning I go after creatures that hurt people. The Argents? Kill anything non-human."
Scott visibly gulped at the information. "Really . . .?"
"I've heard that Chris has some kind of code, but I'm not one hundred percent sure," Jaydra confesses. "Just . . . Just watch your tail, okay?"
"I'M GOING TO HAVE A TAIL?!"
It was then that Jaydra realized that Scott did not understand sarcasm. At all.
ITSWYG
On the field, Finstock had the team line up, while picking the Team Captain, Jackson to be the defender of the goal. And the exercise was one-on-one with the defender. Basically, the player had to rush Jackson and try to get around him without being pushed back.
"Winchester!" Finstock yelled. "You're going first!" And with that the coach blew on that godforsaken whistle.
"I will rip that thing off his neck one day," Jaydra vowed, getting in position and picking up a ball in her lacrosse stick.
The formation was pretty generic. Jaydra rushed at Jackson, keeping her shoulders down and hunched forward slightly to help protect herself from whatever defense move he played. But Jackson lived by the phrase 'Go Big or Go Home'. The second that Jaydra was within striking distance, Jackson slammed into her chest, knocking the wind out of her.
Jackson Whittemore didn't like Jaydra. He made that noticeable in the hallways. He'd always mock her choice about being on the Lacrosse team, that it wasn't a place for a woman, etc. And frankly? Jaydra wanted to shove those remarks up his ass.
The sole girl on the team laid on the ground for a few seconds before standing up and jogging back to the beginning of the line. "Again!" she cried out, her eyes on Jackson. "I want this Jackass to go down!"
"Winchester's going again!" Finstock announced. "That's determination!" And again, he blew the whistle.
Jaydra didn't even think about a formation, she just raced at Jackson, and slammed into him. Jackson gasped out, not expecting Jaydra to have any strength whatsoever, but he got his footing and shoved her off, making sure his long, Lacrosse stick hits the girl in the head, jarring her slightly, and knocking her to the ground again.
Jaydra's body jumped up from the ground, her helmet off and she races at Jackson. She held her fist up, ready to punch him in the face, but a hand wrapped around her wrist. Sending a heated glare to whoever stopped her from punching Jackass in the face, Jaydra noticed that it was Jackass' best friend, Danny who stopped her.
"Easy," he said, not releasing her fist for anything. Sure, he knew that Jackson could be a sorry son of a bitch, but didn't mean he didn't want to see his friend getting punched. Especially by a girl.
"WINCHESTER!" Finstock yelled, running over to the two. "Take two laps and cool that head of yours!" Before he could blow the whistle again, Jaydra took off towards the track that surrounded the field.
Stiles stepped out of line and looked at Jaydra as she headed for the track. "You okay?" he cautiously asked.
"I hate them," she muttered, an murderous glint in her eye.
"Jackson or Finstock?"
"Both," the girl spat venomously. "Jackass hit me in the head."
During her laps, Jaydra kept an eye on Scott, who was getting closer and closer to the front. And if Jackson hit her in the head, who knows what kind of dirty trick he was going to play on Scott, the rising star in Lacrosse. Apparently, Scott was thinking the same thing because he was a bit hesitant to rush at Jackson.
"McCall!" Finstock yelled at the nervous werewolf pup. "What are you waiting for?!"
Scott shook his head and races at Jackson. Jaydra stopped running her laps and watches carefully. Jackson took the same routine he used on her and pushed Scott to the ground, only more forcefully. The Lacrosse captain looked down at Scott smugly and said something that Jaydra couldn't exactly hear.
Finstock walked over to where Scott was kneeling on the ground, and made a huge scene, like he loves to do. "My grandmother can move faster than that, and she's dead!" the coach shouted. "You think you can move faster than the body of my dead grandmother?!"
"Yes, coach," Scott said, his usually dark brown eyes change into the golden yellow of his werewolf side.
"I can't hear you!"
"YES, COACH!" Scott yelled, standing up and glaring at Jackson.
"Then do it again!" the coach yelled, pulling Scott back towards the beginning of the line. "McCall's going to do it again!"
This time around, Scott does hit Jackson, and forces the captain to the ground. Jaydra smirks at the sight, only to pale when she realizes that Scott was beginning to change. The hunter takes off towards Scott, who falls to his knees.
"I can't control it!" the pup growls out.
"Stiles, get him to the locker room now," Jaydra stated, glancing up and noticing that Derek Hale was standing there and watching the scene. "Calm. Him. Down."
Stiles nodded and helps Scott stand up and the two head to the locker room. "C'mon, man, let's get that checked out!" he lied quickly, rushing Scott to the building.
Standing up from the field, Jaydra calmly walks over to the leather clad werewolf. "Come to check on your pup?"
Derek rolled his grey eyes, then narrowing said eyes at the hunter. "I didn't turn him," he growled out in his deep voice.
"No, an alpha did, and you're just a blue-eyed beta," Jaydra mocked. "I know you didn't turn him. I was there when the Alpha bit him." And with that, Jaydra glanced back at the locker room, wondering how Scott's doing.
"Is he erratic enough for you, Winchester?" Derek asked, glaring at the girl.
"Don't know," Jaydra says honestly, looking back at the beta. "Over all, he's acting like a newly turned pup should."
"But?" Derek prompted, raising an eyebrow.
"But he kept some conscious thoughts when he turned on the full moon. And he can remember the events of that night," Jaydra concluded. "By my book, he seems like he'll be off the Winchester radar, but not the Argents."
Suddenly, Derek looks towards to the locker room. "Get there. His angers taken over."
"Dammit! Stiles!" Jaydra cried out, running as fast as she can towards the locker room.
Thanking whatever deity she can think of at the moment, Jaydra noticed that no one had walked into the locker room. Just as she makes it inside, she sees Stiles sitting out in the hallway, holding a fire extinguisher, and Scott sitting on a bench.
"What happened?!" Scott demanded.
"You tried to kill me!" Stiles stated, throwing the fire extinguisher down.
Jaydra sighed and leaned up against the wall. "This is why you have to be careful, Scott," she chided. "Even if you were bitten by a born werewolf, which I think you were, you're still a ticking time bomb with your anger."
"You can't play on Saturday," Stiles stated.
Scott looked absolutely devastated. "But I'm first line!"
"Not anymore," Jaydra hummed. "Not if you want to keep your hands clean from blood."
ITSWYG
At the Stilinksi home, Jaydra laid back on Stiles bed, as the said boy kept prompting her about her hunts, and all things supernatural.
"So! What's the creepiest thing you ever hunted?!" he asked, looking like a kid that just woken up on Christmas Day.
"Hmmm," Jaydra hummed out, thinking. "I'd have to say . . . A Tulpa!"
"What's a Tulpa?"
"It's a thoughtform," Jaydra explained. "It's a creature that's basically created through the meditation of an idea. But, you just can't think of a monster and thing it appear. The one I hunted with my brothers was strange. These two kids had this website, you know? And people posted different things about the Tulpa, thinking it was a ghost." Jaydra leaned back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. "And every time someone added a new post, the information changed the Tulpa. Now, the only reason it was able to do this was because of a sigil that was made in the building where the 'Ghost' was haunting."
"That's messed up!" Stiles cried out, his eyes wide during Jaydra's tale.
"Believe me I know," the girl sighed out. "How's Scott doing?"
"Let's skype him and see!" Stiles grinned, rolling his computer chair over to the table and pulled up skype, and called Scott. The said teenager answered on the second ring.
"What did you find out on Jackson?" Scott asked the second he answered the call.
"Not good," Stiles admitted. "Jackson has a injured shoulder."
"Because of me?!" Scott cried out.
"No, because he's a great, big, bag of dicks," Jaydra hummed out.
The two boys chuckled at Jaydra's colorful choice of words, but Scott focused on Stiles. "Is he going to play?"
"They don't know yet," Stiles stated.
Jaydra hopped up off the bed and walked over to the computer and leaned down beside Stiles. "They're counting on you for Saturday, pup." Suddenly, Jaydra noticed something in the background of Scott's picture on the computer and points at the figure.
Stiles froze up and began typing a message to Scott. "It looks like," was all that Stiles got out before he accidentally hit send.
"It looks like what?!" Scott demanded.
"I hate this thing," Stiles grumbled out before finally finishing the message.
"It looks like someone's behind you," what the final and completed message.
Jaydra watches as the figure picks Scott up and pins him up against the wall, before sighing. "Listen to me, Hale," she says to the computer, her eyes focused on Derek's back and knows that he can hear her. "I think Scott's been bitten by a natural born Alpha, that means I'm going to protect him."
Derek just rolls his eyes at the statement from Jaydra, and focuses on Scott. "How sweet, the Winchester is rooting for you. But to the more important thing," Derek growled, leaning down to Scott's ear. "You shifted in front of them! IF they find out what you are, they'll find out about me, all of us. And even with the Winchester on our side, all the other hunters out there will be after us."
"They didn't see anything!" Scott stated. "I swear!"
"And they won't!" Derek growled out again. "Because if you even try to play on Saturday, I'll kill you myself." And with that, Derek disappeared from view on the computer screen.
Scott looked back at his two friends that were still on his screen, but he didn't feel like talking anymore, and exited out of the video chat.
Once Scott's side of the screen went dark, Jaydra stood up and stretches. "Well, I'm heading to my room."
"Aren't you worried?!" Stiles yelled out, still freaking out about the whole 'Derek in Scott's room' dilemma.
"Derek's not going to do anything to Scott," Jaydra stated, her eyes locking onto Stiles' nervous ones.
"HOW CAN YOU BE SO SURE ABOUT THAT?!" Stiles flailed about, running his hands over his face and head.
Jaydra sighs and leans against Stiles' door frame. "Because Derek needs a pack. Why would a beta like Derek kill a werewolf that could possibly become a part of your pack? Especially with the Argents around," Jaydra explained. "The only reason he made that threat was because he's trying to prevent him from playing." And with that, Jaydra left the room.
As the girl reached her bedroom, she picked up her still charging cell phone and notices that she has a missed call from Sam. Grinning widely, Jaydra unhooks her charger and jumps on the bed and calls her brother back.
"Hello?" the familiar voice of her brother's voice asked after the second ring.
"Hey, Sammy," she greeted. "It's great to hear from you."
"Yeah," he agreed. "Been a while, eh?" Suddenly, Jaydra heard a sound that indicated that Sam just put there conversation on speaker phone.
"So, Lacrosse, huh?" Dean's voice filled Jaydra's ear, making the girl grin. She loved talking with her brothers.
"Yeah," she admitted, laughing quietly to herself. "It's a pretty violent game thought."
"Sounds perfect for you then," Dean retorted. Jaydra could practically feel the smirk he had on his face through the phone.
"How did you know I played?" Jaydra asked. "I haven't told you."
"Oh," Sam spoke up. "Bobby called and told us. Apparently the guy you're living with called and told Bobby that you had a game Saturday."
"My first game actually," Jaydra corrected.
"And why are your two older brothers just now hearing about this?" Dean teased, the roar of the Impala engine clear in the background.
"Because today's Thursday," Jaydra stated. "And the game is the day after tomorrow."
"So?" the two brothers asked at the same time, making Jaydra roll her eyes.
"So, last time I checked, you two were in Illinois, hunting down some ghost in an old bread and breakfast hotel," Jaydra responded.
Dean scoffed on the other end of the line. "That case? Finished."
"Oh?" Jaydra asked. "That's good. Where are you heading now?"
"Beacon Hills, California," Sam stated, a grin in his voice. "To see our sister's game. See you Saturday!"
And with that, he hung up the phone, leaving Jaydra laying on her bed with wide eyes. "Son of a bitch!"