It's The Same, Wherever You Go

Chapter Seven

A New Type Of Job

Jaydra never understood the need for her to take French. Because of her Hunter background, she was fluent in a lot of languages, thanks to Bobby Singer. But she took the class because in Beacon Hills High School, students need two years of a language class in order to graduate.

Normally, Jaydra could not care less about the class, but she remembered what the teacher said they were doing today. No speaking English, except for the teacher, of course. All throughout the class that day the teacher was going to ask questions and the students had to answer, but it couldn't be in English.

"Excited for class today?" Stiles asked, a large grin on his face. He knew exactly why Jaydra wasn't in a big talking mood this morning as he drove them in his jeep to school.

"No," Jaydra says. "Anyway, why am I still riding with you and not my car?"

"Since you have no job, means you don't have any gas money. No gas money equals no car," Stiles stated, grinning over at Jaydra.

Jaydra just raises an eyebrow. "You don't have a job either."

"I help dad around the house," Stiles says. "Hey, there's a place that's hiring that I think are doing interviews. And based on who you are . . . you'd love it."

"And what would that be?" the sandy blond haired girl asked.

"The hunting store!" Stiles says excitedly. "And before you jump down my throat, hear me out. There's a shop around where Scott's job is at the veterinary clinic. And they cell guns, knives, crossbows," Stiles listed off. "Basically a hunters dream place."

"I may just do that," Jaydra hums out, as they pulled up to the school building, and notices that Scott was standing there. "Uh-oh . . ."

"What?" Stiles asked.

Jaydra's green eyes looked over Scott's face, which was pale and he was breathing quickly. Like he was scared of something, or something that he did. "Scott looks like he just killed someone." As soon as the Jeep was parked, Jaydra jumped out of the vehicle and walked over to Scott. "Hey, talk to me. What's wrong?"

"A nightmare . . ." Scott panted out, looking between his two best friends. "That I killed Allison."

"You killed her?" Stiles asked, his voice low as they walk through the school.

"I don't know!" Scott exclaimed. "I just woke up and I was in sweat and I couldn't breathe." Just for emphasis, Scott grabbed his heart and panted. Like he just thought about the dream again. "I have never had a dream where I woke up like that before."

"Really?" Stiles asked. "I have, and it usually ends a little diff-"

"LALALALALA!" Jaydra says loudly. "I don't need to hear that, Stiles!"

Stiles rolls his eyes and looks back at Scott. "Let me take a guess here . . ."

But before he could continues, Scott cut him off with, "You think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow. Like I'm going to lose control and kill her."

"No, of course not!" Stiles defended, before the stoic face he was wearing is gone. "Yeah, that's totally it."

"But come on," Jaydra spoke up, looking over at Scott. "It's going to be fine, alright? Personally, I think you're handling it pretty amazingly."

"Yeah," Stiles agrees. "It's not like there's some Lycanthrope beginning classes you could take."

Jaydra hums and thinks. "Maybe not a class, but a teacher."

Scott looks at the girl and nods. "Yeah, that's a good idea!"

Stiles sputtered a bit and smacks Scott on the back of the head. "Derek?! Are you two insane?!" he exclaimed. "Did you two forget the part were we put him in jail?"

"Yeah, I know!" Scott agreed, pushing Stiles hand away before he can hit him again. "But the dream about Allison felt so real."

"How real?" Stiles asked, skeptically.

"Like it actually happened," Scott replied, pushing the door open so the three can head to the other building for their classes, and they all three stopped and stared.

All around the parking lot were police cruises and police officers. In the middle of it all, there was a bus covered in blood, and the back door pushed off the hinges and with large claw marks down the length of the door.

"I think it did . . ." Jaydra says softly.

Right as Jaydra says that, she, Scott, Stiles and all turned back into the school building, where Scott was freaking out and calling Allison on his phone, sending her messages.

"I'm sure she's fine," Stiles says, trying to calm him down.

"She's not answering my texts!" Scott says, panic clear in his voice.

Jaydra places a hand on his shoulder. "Easy, buddy."

"Just help me find her, okay?" Scott pleaded, looking around. The longer and longer he's looking for her, the more he gets angry. And at the peak of his anger, Scott growls out and punches a locker. Just as he realized what he did, Scott begins to slow his breathing down and turns around, only to bump into Allison.

Jaydra smiles as she watches Scott visibly relax at the sight of the Argent girl of his dream, and walks off to her first class. French. Jaydra visibly cringed at the thought of not speaking English for an hour.

As the bell rings, the class begins like usual, the teacher, Miss Morrell, asking the class how they're doing.

Jaydra easily begins thinking back to the bus and why the police were there. Surely Scott's dream was just that, a dream. Or at least that's what Jaydra is hoping for.

"Miss Winchester!" Miss Morrell called out, making Jaydra look back at her with a bored expression. "Tell me, is this class boring to you?" Jaydra just raises an eyebrow, silently asking her if she's serious. "Okay the, the next question is for you. What did you do this past summer? And remember, no English."

Jaydra smirks evilly and stands up. "Kono natsu, watashi wa watashi no kyodai to watahi no chichioy to issho ni kuni o tabi shimashita," Jaydra says, in perfect Japanese. What she had said was, "This summer I traveled the country with my brothers, and my father."

"Jaydra," Miss Morrell sighed out. "What was that?"

Jaydra smirked and pointed to the sign that read 'No English'. "Ceterum anglicus dicetur," she says in Latin, smirking. This time she just said, 'Well, you said no English'.

Miss Morrell sighed and just turned around and walked to the front of the class, continuing the lesson as Jaydra was about to sit down. But before she did, something caught her eye outside.

"Holy crap," she mutters. "The police found something!"

Everyone in the class stands up and walks over to the windows and watches as the police move a man on a stretcher. Jaydra swallows the lump in her throat, but felt some relief when she sees the man sit up, screaming. At least the guy was alive.

ITSWYG

Finally, it was lunch time and Jaydra walks over to the table with Stiles and Scott and sat down. "How you holding up?" Jaydra asked Scott as she bit into an apple.

"Freaking out," Scott says, running a hand through his shaggy hair. "Something happened last night and I don't know what!"

"I still say we talk to Derek about this," Jaydra says, looking over at Stiles.

"What makes you so sure that Derek even has any answers about this?!" Stiles argued, smirking, thinking that he's backed her into a corner.

Jaydra held up her hand and began listing off things. "He has more experience being a werewolf. He's a natural born werewolf. And during the night of the full moon, he doesn't change. He has control over his urges."

"Exactly!" Scott agrees. "I was running around in the middle of the night, attacking some totally innocent guys!"

"You don't know that!" Stiles defended.

Scott rubs his face with his hands. "No, I don't NOT know it! I can't go out with Allison, I have to cancel!"

"No!" Jaydra says. "You're showing more control than a lot of new pups I've seen." Jaydra held up her hand when Scott was going to shout about last night. "Look, yeah you don't remember, but I have an idea what could have caused that. And I need to toss this idea to Derek to be sure."

"Why are we getting left out here?!" Stiles pouted. "Why is the hunter going to the wolf?"

"Because going to the source is the best way to get answers," Jaydra says. "But back to Scott's date."

"Right!" Stiles says, looking back at Scott. "You're not cancelling, okay? You're not going to cancel your entire life! We'll figure it out!"

"Figure what out?" a new voice interrupts, sitting across from Jaydra, revealing that the voice belongs to Lydia, the popular girl dating jackass Jackson.

"Homework," Jaydra says, smiling at Lydia. Just when the female hunter was about to ask why the popular girl was sitting with them, she raised an eyebrow as Danny sat to her right and Jackson at the head of the table beside Lydia. "Oh, look who arrived! Sir Jackass!" Jackson turns and glares at Jaydra before looking back at the table.

Danny spoke up, wanting to break the tension at the table. "So, I heard it was some kind of an animal attack. Probably a cougar."

"I heard it was a mountain lion," Jackson spoke up, glaring at Jaydra, acting like she didn't know anything about it.

"A cougar is a mountain lion," Lydia suddenly says, before noticing how Jackson was looking at her strangely. "Isn't it?" she quickly added.

Jaydra raises an eyebrow and looks at Lydia, wondering why she was dating this idiot. "I believe it is, Lydia."

"Who cares?!" Jackson snapped loudly. "It was probably a homeless guy who was going to die anyway!"

"He's still a person!" Jaydra growled, sitting up and glaring at Jackson. "It doesn't matter how they live, a person is still a person."

Stiles, who was looking at his phone to escape the tension between the two Lacrosse players', said, "Uh, guys, I just found out who it is!" And with that, he puts his phone in the middle of the table, letting the video play.

"The sheriff's department won't speculate on the details of the incident, but confirmed that the victim, Garrisson Meyers, did survive the attack!" the journalist states. "Meyers was taken to a local hospital where he remains in critical conditions."

"Wait, I know this guy!" Scott says, looking up at Jaydra and Stiles with wide eyes.

"You do?" Allison asked, who was sitting on the other side of Scott.

"Yeah, I used to take his bus when I went to see my dad," Scott explained, looking up at his two friends. "He was the driver."

"Can we talk about something more fun, please?" Lydia asked. "LIke, Oh! Where are we going tomorrow night?"

Allison looked at Lydia like she grew another head. "We?"

"You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?" Lydia clarified.

"Oh, um . . ." Allison hummed out, looking over at Scott. "We haven't decided what we were going to do . . ."

"And with that, I'm out of here," Jaydra says. "I hate date planning."

"Didn't think you even went on dates, Winchester," Jackson said, a smug grin on his face.

"I'm still surprised you even have a girlfriend, Sir Jackass," Jaydra says, before glancing over at Lydia. "And don't play dumb for him. You deserve SO much better, girl." And with that, Jaydra waved at the group and walked out of the cafeteria.

ITSWYG

At the end of the school day, Jaydra walks out of the building and thinks back to what Stiles was saying at the beginning of the day, about the hunting store. "Better than nothing," she sighed and began walking to store, which was ironically a few minute walk from Scott's job.

Taking a deep breath, Jaydra walks up to the three story, brick building called Beacon Shots. Glancing over to in the side window by the door, she saw the "Now Hiring" sign. Biting her inner cheek, Jaydra opens the door and walks back to the register.

"Can I help you?" a man asks behind the counter, looking Jaydra over. He was a few inches taller than Jaydra with red hair and dark brown eyes. "Looking for something for your dad?"

"Uh," Jaydra winced, the topic about her dad still a bit sensitive. "Not exactly. I noticed the now hiring sign and wanted to apply, mister . . .?"

"James Butler," the red head stated. "And you think you have what it takes to work in a hunting store?"

"Well, my dad and my brothers used to take me hunting all the time," Jaydra says, a small smile on her face.

"Well, there's no applying for the job," James stated. "I just have four questions. Name, age, and do you have parental permission to work here, and may I confirm this?"

"Jaydra Winchester, seventeen, yes, and yes," Jaydra says, handing over her phone and calling Bobby, since he was technically her legal guardian now.

After a few minutes, James ended the call and nods. "Okay, so we have parental permission, and you're over the legal age of working here. So, let's start this, basically we're looking for someone who knows their weapons, and actually knows how to demonstrate how to use them. So, if you're serious about this, come to the back and let's see if you know your weapons."

Taking a deep breath, Jaydra walks around the counter and into the back of the store, where there's a practice shooting range in one half of the back warehouse like room. The other half had a table and a white marker board, for demonstrations and classes on how to use the weapons.

"Wow, it's huge back here," she mutters, looking around, already feeling at home.

"Okay, first item," James says, picking up a crossbow and laying it on the table. "Tell me what this is, and show me how to load it."

Nodding, Jaydra picked up the weapon, and looked it over, noticing the fine details in the crossbow and weighing the weapon in her head. It was a bit on the heavier side, so it was more compact, and held more fire power than a standard crossbow. After inspecting the weapons closely, Jaydra had finally narrowed down the weapon.

"It's a Barnett Buck Commander CRT Crossbow," she says, turning away from James, as she began loading an arrow onto the crossbow. "Never face anyone while loading," she recited her fathers words.

Once the crossbow was loaded, Jaydra picked up the weapon and walked over to the shooting range and aimed through the scope on the weapon and fired at the target. Bullseye.

"Not bad," James says, obviously impressed. "Normally people who just walk in can't tell the difference in brand names."

Jaydra just grins widely and lays the crossbow down. "My dad thought it was necessary for my brothers and I to know how to fire just about every type of weapon."

"Okay, you will work here after school until nine o'clock on school nights," James explained. "Now, on weekends, you may work later. You okay with that?" Jaydra eagerly nods her head, grinning widely at the thought of having a job. A real job, and not a case!

ITSWYG

Just as Jaydra finishes her interview, she walks out of the building and begins the long walk back to the Stilinski house.

"Jaydra!" Scott's voice called out from the animal clinic, making the girl stop and look at him. "I'm going to see Derek and I need you there."

"Need me there?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Because you think that Derek is actually trying to help me in this werewolf thing!" he said, desperation in his voice. "And I need help convincing him to help me. I haven't really been the best guy towards him."

"Ain't that the truth," Jaydra muttered. "Okay, pup, lead the way."

"How long are you going to call me pup anyway?" Scott asked, turning to head to the woods.

"Until you mature," Jaydra says as they make their way to the Hale house.

Within twenty or so minutes, the two teenagers arrive at the Hale house, just as a police cruiser left. "Twenty bucks says Derek scared him," Jaydra says, grinning at Scott, who just ignored her. "Not a gambler? Damn."

"I know you can hear me, Derek!" Scott calls out to the burned Hale house. "I need your help."

Derek walks out of the house and over to Jaydra and Scott. "What?" the blue eyed beta asked sharply.

Scott sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Okay, I know I was a part of you getting arrested, and that we basically announced being here to the hunters," the young werewolf admitted. "I also don't know what happened to your sister, but I think I did something last night. I had a dream about . . . someone," he says softly.

"Way to be subtle," Jaydra mutters under her breath and crossing her arms. She noticed that Derek smirked a bit at remark.

Scott shot Jaydra a glare before looking back at Derek. "But someone else got hurt and it seems like a part of the dream actually happened."

"You think you attacked the driver?" Derek asked.

Scott looked at Derek with wide eyes. "D-Did you see what I did last night?"

"No." Man, Derek was one for the short responses.

"Can you at least tell me the truth?" Scott pleaded. "Am I going to hurt someone?"

"Yes."

"Could I kill someone?" the young pup asked slowly, afraid of the answer.

"Yes." This time the response came from Jaydra.

Scott bit his lip and thinks carefully over his next question. "Am I going to kill someone?"

Derek shrugs his shoulders. "Probably." Derek noticed that, that didn't help the way Scott was feeling. "Look, I can show you how to remember. I can show you how to control the shift, even at the full moon," Derek offered. "But it's not going to come for free."

"What do you want?" Scott asked, glancing over at Jaydra, who just shrugged.

"You'll find out. But for now, I'm going to give you what you want," Derek says. "Go back to the bus. Go inside, see it, feel it. Let your senses reach out."

"That's it?" Scott asks. "Just go back?"

"I just want to know if I hurt him," Scott said, his heart racing the tiniest bit.

Even thought it was a tiny speed up, Derek noticed it immediately. "No you don't," he corrected. "You want to know if you'll hurt her." And with that, Derek was gone back into the house.

"Well, this trip has been informative," Jaydra says, turning to head back home.

"Go get Stiles and have him meet me outside my house tonight," Scott says, following Jaydra. "I have to know."

"Was already planning on it, pup," Jaydra says, waving over her shoulder as she began jogging back home.

ITSWYG

As soon as it was dark enough, three teenagers arrived outside the bus parking lot at Beacon Hills High School.

"So, how are we doing this?" Stiles asked from the drivers seat.

"We aren't," Scott says. "It's just me. Someone needs to keep watch."

"Then why the hell am I here?!" Jaydra snapped. But her question was drowned out by Stiles.

"Why am I always the one who's keeping watch?"

"Because there's only three of us, and you two need to watch my back!" Scott explained in a hushed whisper.

"Okay, why am I starting to feel like you're Batman and I'm Robin?" he asked, looking over at Scott. "I don't want to be Robin all the time!"

"That make me Catwoman?" Jaydra asked from the backseat.

"Nobody's Batman or Robin, or Catwoman!" Scott yelled, rubbing his eyes. "Just stay here!"

"Oh my god!" Stiles groaned out, sitting back in the driver seat.

The two teenagers left in the jeep watched as Scott scaled the fence with ease and walked over to the buses.

"I think this is actually going to work," Jaydra says, her eyes scanning the parking lot for any signs of movement. As a few minutes went on, Jaydra stiffens up. "Shit. Stiles someone's coming!"

"You sure?" Stiles asked, his eyes widening as he sees a pair of car lights heading towards the buses. He quickly began hitting the horn of the jeep, signaling to Scott to get out of there.

In just a few minutes, Scott is out of the bus and running over to Stiles jeep and gets into the car after escaping the parking lot. Once Scott was in the Jeep, Stiles stomped on the gas and flew out of the school, driving back home.

"Did it work?" Jaydra asked. "Did you remember?"

"Yeah," Scott panted out. "I was there last night. But the blood, none of it was mine."

"So did you attack him?" Stiles asked cautiously.

"No!" Scott announced, relief clear in his voice. "I saw red eyes in the bus, but they weren't mine. It had to be Derek."

"I wasn't him," Jaydra says, making the two of them look at her.

"You're awful defensive of him," Stiles noticed, before grinning. "I think someone's got a crush on the big bad wolf!"

Jaydra's mouth dropped wide open and she smacked Stiles on the shoulder. "I do not! If you notice when Derek wolfed out, his eyes are blue, making him a beta!" Jaydra explains. "That means that Derek isn't an alpha, whose eyes are red."

Stiles and Scott both let the information that Jaydra said sink in as they continued down the road. "What about the driver?" Stiles asked after a few moments of silence.

"I was trying to protect him," Scott says slowly, as if just realizing the information himself. "But what I don't get is why the alpha wanted me to kill the driver with him . . ."

"It's a pack thing," Jaydra says from the back of the jeep. "It's an initiation. You have to kill together."

"Because digging someone's throat out is a real bonding experience?" Scott asked sarcastically.

"Actually yes. When doing this, you prove to the alpha that you'll do anything to be in his pack," Jaydra explains.

"But I don't want to be!" Scott argues.

"So that's why you didn't do it!" Stiles says, grinning widely. "You don't want to be in the pack, so you refused the initiation!"

"Which means you're not a killer," Jaydra says, smiling softly.

"That means I can go out with Allison!" Scott realized, grinning like a maniac.

A boy realizes he's not a killer and his first thought is he can go on a date. Typical.

AN: Hello everyone! I hope you are enjoying the story thus far! Just wanted to let you know that my lovely Beta and I have come up with a ship name for Derek and Jaydra! It's Daydra! Tell us what you think about the ship name in the reviews! Or if you have some of your own, let us know!