It's The Same, Wherever You Go
Chapter Eleven
Nurse Jaydra
The few days that followed the end of fall break were calm, and Jaydra was very thankful for it. After hunting a ghost with her brothers, and her two friends, Jaydra was just thankful for the peaceful days. Well, peaceful from hunts, not from Stiles mouth.
Even currently, while sitting in their last class of the day, Stiles is running his mouth to Jaydra and Scott about the Alpha problems, which were plaguing Beacon Hills.
"If Derek isn't the Alpha," Stiles starts, a curious look in his eyes.
Jaydra smirks proudly from her seat beside Stiles. "Told you two idjits that Derek wasn't the Alpha."
"Shut up," Stiles mutters, glaring at her slightly. "Anyway, since he's not the Alpha, that means he didn't bite you. So who did?"
"I don't know," Scott hums, rubbing his forehead in thought.
"Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?" Stiles asked.
"Most likely," Jaydra says, trying to balance her pencil on her finger. "It was an action for Scott to prove his loyalty to the Alpha that turned him. But since Scott turned it down, Scott's technically an Omega." As the pencil fell off her finger, Jaydra's green eyes looked up to lock into Scott's chocolate brown ones. "But you're not an Omega yet because you weren't forced out of a pack. The Alpha is still trying to enlist you. So you're an unruly Beta."
Stiles stares at the female student beside him. "How do you know all this anyway?"
Raising an eyebrow, Jaydra reaches down and pulls out a black hardcover journal. "I made a copy of my father's journal, and it has all the information on different monsters I've hunted, and every hunt I edit the journal." Jaydra places the journal back into her bag. "So basically I've read my father's journal and learned so much information on different things."
Jaydra glances up and took notice that the teacher is walking towards them, and quickly closed her mouth. The teacher passes out their tests from the other day, laying them on the students desks. Stiles scored an A, Jaydra a B, and Scott a D-.
"Dude," Stiles started, seeing the grade while sitting behind Scott. "You need to study more."
Scott turns in his seat and glared at Stiles before roughly putting his test on the desk in front of him.
Stiles rolls his eyes at Scott's actions. "That was a joke, Scott."
"Besides, it's one test," Jaydra says from her seat. "You'll make it up."
Stiles nodded, looking slightly concerned for his best friend, Stiles piped up, "Do you want help studying? Jay and I could help."
"When did I volunteer?!" Jaydra retaliates, raising an eyebrow at Stiles.
The young werewolf pup chuckles. "No thanks," he says. "Besides, I'm studying with Allison after school today.
Stiles remained silent for a few seconds, momentarily stunned, before grinning widely and hitting Scott in the arm. "That's my boy!"
"We're JUST studying!" Scott defended, shaking his head slightly.
"Uh, you're totally not!" Stiles says. "Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you! If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to God, I'll have you de-balled!"
Jaydra had to slap her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud at that one. Apparently the few days with her brothers really rubbed off on Stiles if he's making remarks like that.
"Okay!" Scott says quickly. "Just stop with the questions."
"Done," Stiles says, happy that Scott might actually be moving up on the popular chain. "No more questions. No more talking about the Alpha or Derek."
~Stiles does realize he's still technically talking about them, right?~ Jaydra asked herself mentally, raising an eyebrow at the buzz cut student.
"Especially Derek - who still scares me," Stiles states, looking down at his paper as he mumbled the last part.
"Derek scares you?" Jaydra asked, amazed at this piece of information. Sure, Derek was intimidating, but scary? Jaydra would take Derek over some of the monsters she hunted ANY day of the week. "We'll come back to that, but Scott, if you're going against my advice about NOT going to Allison's, just be careful, alright? Especially around Chris Argent," Jaydra advised, hissing out the name of Allison's father.
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With the class slowly coming to a close, Jaydra felt her cell phone in her pocket vibrate against her thigh. Flickering her green eyes up to see the location of the teacher, Jaydra moves to where she can pull out her phone without gaining too much attention. Going to her messages, she realizes that the text message came from the one and only Derek Hale.
"Jaydra, I need your help. I'm in the downstairs hallway, near your locker. GET HERE NOW!"
Jaydra's green eyes widen at the words on the screen of her phone. If Derek was asking for help, something was seriously wrong. Closing out of the messages, Jaydra suddenly groaned loudly and placed her hand over her stomach.
"Jaydra?" the teacher, Miss Morrell, asked, walking over to the young hunter. "Is everything alright?"
"My stomach just started hurting, may I go to the restroom, please?" Jaydra asked, wincing for the extra effect and grabbing her stomach again.
"Of course," she says, excusing Jaydra from the class.
Jaydra didn't waste a minute. She grabbed her bag and went straight for the door. The second she was out of the classroom, she dropped the sick act and raced towards her locker. When Jaydra came to the stair case, she practically jumped from the top, clearing the six steps and continuing her race to the end of the hallway.
Just as the text says, there stood Derek, supporting himself against her locker. And it wasn't good. Derek was deathly pale, and his face was drenched in sweat.
"What happened?" she asked, when she was close enough, her green eyes quickly going over his body, searching for wounds. When Jaydra didn't see any, her worried green eyes met Derek's greenish-brown eyes.
Derek glanced around and pulled his jacket sleeve up, just below his elbow. This action revealed a bullet wound, and the veins in his arm around the wound were slowly turning black, and severely inflamed.
Jaydra's eyes widen, and with severe caution, gently she placed her hand on his arm. Derek shivered, and groaned slightly, at the action, making Jaydra quickly move her hands away, and apologizing.
"Not that," he growled out softly. "You're hands felt cool against it."
"Who shot you?" Jaydra questioned, putting her hand back on the infected arm. Her brain was spinning with different weapons that could have this reactions to a werewolf, but not able to narrow them down completely.
"Argents," Derek groaned out, hissing when Jaydra hit a particularly sensitive spot.
Nodding her head slightly, Jaydra moved to stand beside Derek. "Alright, I need to treat your arm, but not here. School's about to be out. We need to get you to Stiles' Jeep." Derek raised an eyebrow at this. "Today was his day to drive."
And with that, Jaydra put Derek's arm over her shoulder, wrapping her arm around his waist to help stabilize him. Once the two were stabilized, Jaydra began helping Derek walk out to the parking lot.
Just as the two exited the building, the school bell rang, and students began to pour out of the building. But luck seem to be on their side, because they finally reach Stiles' vehicle, which was in the process of getting in line to exit the school parking lot. But the walk wore Derek out even more than Jaydra realized since the older werewolf began falling, pulling the teen hunter down.
"Fuck," Jaydra hissed as her shoulder hit the pavement.
"Oh my God!" Stiles screeched, climbing out of his vehicle, rushing over to where the two fell. "Jay! You okay?"
"Peachy," she muttered, sitting up and helping Derek up to his feet.
"Oh no, no, no, no!" Scott muttered, running up to the jeep when he seen the commotion. "Not here!"
"What is he even doing here?! AND WHY ARE YOU HELPING HIM?!" Stiles demanded, looking wildly at Jaydra.
"I was shot," Derek growled out, his breathing quickening, sweat pouring down his face still.
"And he's not doing so hot," Jaydra muttered, still trying to support the weakening werewolf.
Scott looked around in a bit of a panic since Derek was here at his school, and that's surely not going to end well. "Why aren't you healing?!" he demanded.
"I can't," Derek panted out.
Jaydra took over from there as Derek tried to keep his composure. "It was a different kind of a bullet. Specific for a werewolf."
"A silver bullet?!" Stiles squeaked out, his eyes widen.
Even in his weakened state, Derek looked up to glare at Stiles. "No, you fucking idiot!"
"Wait, wait!" Scott gasped, looking at Derek in shock. "That must be what she meant when she said you had forty-eight hours . . ."
"What?" Derek growled out.
"Who said that?" Jaydra demanded.
Scott looked a bit sheepish, but answered, "The one who shot you."
Another tremor of pain ripped through Derek, who groaned loudly. The action caused Derek's normally greenish-brown eyes to change into his Beta blue. When this happened, Jaydra's eyes widened. This really wasn't good.
"What are you doing?!" Scott practically shrieked. "Stop that!"
When Derek groaned again, unable to explain what's happening, Jaydra stepped up. "He. Can't!" she hissed, her green eyes glaring at Scott and Stiles. "Now, listen to me, I'm going to put him in the jeep, and Scott, YOU are going to find the bullet they used."
The sudden change in Jaydra's attitude snapped Stiles and Scott into action, she was really serious about this, and it's not good.
"How the hell am I supposed to that?!" Scott says, his eyes wide at the task given to him.
"Because Derek said that an Argent shot him, and I'm willing to bet money on it, that the type of bullet is in the Argent home," Jaydra says, before grinning widely. "Glad to know you have a date with the youngest Argent in that home. Find the bullet." Jaydra then began to put Derek in the front passenger seat of the jeep.
"Wait, why should we help Derek?" Scott asked, looking as Jaydra helped the dark haired werewolf into the jeep.
"Because, like it or not, you need him against the Alpha," she says, climbing into the back of the jeep.
Scott shook his head, before really looking at the condition Derek was in, and the seriousness in Jaydra's face. "Alright, I'll try to find it," he finally agreed, before looking over at his best friend. "Get them out of here."
"I hate you two so much for this right now," Stiles mumbled, climbing into the driver seat of the jeep and driving off.
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Once they were finally out of the school traffic, Jaydra began digging around in her back pack and found her journal and began looking through different items that could cause this reaction, only to be brought out of the train of thought by Stiles.
"Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats, okay?" Stiles whined. "And besides, we're almost there."
Sighing, Jaydra moved up to see the two males up front. "Almost where?" she asked, looking over at Derek's worsening condition.
"Derek's house, duh," Stiles says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the would.
Derek's eyes widen and he turned to look at Stiles. "What?! No, you can't take me there," he says, before wincing at the pain.
Stiles pulled his jeep over to the shoulder, before looking over at Derek like he lost his mind. "I can't take you to your own house?" Stiles asked, a dumbfounded look on his face. "Do . . . Do you hear how stupid that sounds?"
"Stiles, you can't take him there. In this condition, he can't defend himself if they attack him," Jaydra explains, moving up so that she can see Derek better.
"Alright, what happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet?" Stiles asks. "What will happen? Are you dying?"
"Not yet, I have a last resort," Derek growled out.
Once she got comfortable, Jaydra looked at Derek. "Alright, Fenrir, roll up the sleeve."
Derek glared at the nickname, but he took a deep breath and began rolling his sleeve up past his elbow, revealing the bullet wound and the worsening infection.
"Oh my god!" Stiles squeaked out. "What is that? Oh, is that contagious?"
Jaydra rolled her eyes at the questions, but looked over the wound closely, and gently. "Well, from what I can see, there's no exit wound," she says, her green eyes flickering up to Derek's. "Meaning the bullet is still in your arm."
"THEN GET IT OUT!" Stiles shrieked, wildly flailing his arms.
Jaydra shook her head. "That won't help. Looks like the bullet is silver, but mixed with a type of wolfsbane," she says, looking closely at how the infection is going through Derek's veins. "If you weren't a natural born werewolf, the silver would have a much more deadly impact on you. But since you are, the wolfsbane is the main concern."
After inspecting the wound, Jaydra fell back into the back seat of the jeep and began looking through her journal again, looking for the different types of wolfsbane.
"Start the car," Derek growled out, glaring over at Stiles. "Now."
Stiles looked at Derek with a raised eyebrow. "I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look, okay?" Stiles states. "Now, Jay didn't say anything about moving yet, so I'm not. In fact, I think that if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead!" Stiles proudly boasted.
Even when sick, Derek can be pretty intimidating. "Start the car, or I'm going to rip your throat out," he threatened, glaring at him. "With my teeth."
Stiles blinked at Derek, before sighing in defeat and starting the jeep and began to drive around until the three of them came up with a plan.
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After riding around for an hour and a half, Jaydra finally told Stiles to call Scott, since Derek was getting worse rather than getting any better.
When Scott answered, he didn't have a chance to greet his best friend before Stiles practically yells into the phone, which was on speaker, "What am I supposed to do with him?! And by the way, he's starting to smell."
"Like what?" Scott asked on his side of the phone.
"Like daisies!" Jaydra says sarcastically.
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Dude, he's starting to smell like death. What should we do?"
Scott sighed on his side of the phone, before finally thinking of the perfect place to take Derek. "Take him to the animal clinic. My boss is gone by now, and the spare key is in the box behind the dumpster."
Derek growled softly at the thought of being taken there, but they were really running out of options. "Did you at least find the bullet?" the beta asks.
"How am I supposed to find one type of bullet?!" Scott hissed quietly into the phone. "They have a million. This house is like the freaking Walmart of guns!"
"If you don't find it, then I'm dead!" Derek growled into the phone.
Scott scoffed at the comment. "I'm starting to think that wouldn't be such a bad thing."
"Then think about this," Derek growled, wincing again. "The Alpha called you out against your will. He's going to do it again and next time either you kill with him, or you get killed."
"Basically you need Fenrir's ass alive to help you against the Alpha, LIKE I FUCKING SAID BACK AT THE SCHOOL! NOW FIND THAT BULLET, YOU BARREL OF MONKEY NUTS!" Jaydra snapped into the phone before hanging it up. "Now, Stiles, if you wouldn't mind, please take us to the animal clinic."
"Yes ma'am," Stiles muttered, slightly afraid for his life.
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As the trio reaches the animal clinic, Jaydra practically pushes Stiles out of the jeep and goes to find the key. Once inside, Jaydra turns on an overhead light and points at Derek. "You. Shirt off."
"Jay, don't you need to wait until you kiss him first?" Stiles teased.
"Once he's not dying, maybe," she retorts, moving over to grab some tweezers and a bottle of peroxide.
Once Derek took off the shirt, Jaydra looked at the bullet entry under the lamp above the table. "Dammit, it's not looking good."
"You know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night of sleep wouldn't take care of!" Stiles pipes up, his stomach churning every time he looks at the arm.
"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me," Derek growls out.
"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?"
Jaydra walks over and puts her arm over Derek's. "Not in a life or death situation. Keep your arm still, I'm taking out the bullet."
Derek grits his teeth and nods. "Do it quick. I'm getting weaker."
Jaydra nods curtly and slides the tweezers into the entry point of Derek's arm and feels around for the bullet. After a few silent moments, save for Derek's cussing and growling, Jaydra found the bullet and proceeds to pull it out.
"You got it!" Stiles says, completely in shock over this. "So he's healed right?"
"No," Jaydra growls out. "The wolfsbane is too far into his system. Removing the bullet will mostly help when Scott finds the bullet."
Suddenly, Stiles phone begins to chime, indicating he received a text message. "Hey, guys, does Northern Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?"
"FUCK MOTHERING, COCK SUCKING, ARGENTS!" Jaydra screams at the top of her lungs. "That's one of the rarest form of wolfsbane. He HAS to bring the bullet NOW, or Derek is dead!"
Derek pants on the other side of the table. "If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time, Jaydra, you know what to do."
"Right," Jaydra says, walking over to the cabinets again.
Stiles looked between the two of them. "W-What will you do? You've been this determined to keep him alive . . ."
"I'll cut off his arm," Jaydra says coldly.
Stiles' eyes bulged from his head. "Oh my God, WHAT?! He'd bleed to death!"
"It'll trigger the healing ability," Derek says as Jaydra picks up the saw off the shelf.
"Um, guys, I don't think I can stay here if this happens . . ." Stiles says, starting to walk away.
Jaydra glares at the teenaged boy and snarls, "I need you here to hold his arm down!"
"I can't!" Stiles insisted.
"Why not?!" Derek growled out, swaying on his feet.
"Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!" Stiles defended, stilling backing away.
"Seriously?" Jaydra asked, face palming. "You faint at the sight of blood?"
Stiles rolled his eyes. "No! But I might at the sight of a chopped off arm!"
Derek opens his mouth to say something, but he suddenly shakes violently and turns away from the table and begins throwing up black blood.
"Oh God, what the hell is that NOW?!" Stiles squealed out.
Jaydra holds the blade of the saw over Derek's arm. "His body is trying to heal itself! It's now or never!"
Just as Jaydra's finger was about to hit the trigger to start the saw, Scott comes running through the door. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"
"Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares!" Stiles says, slumping down onto the floor.
"He's two years late on me," Jaydra mutters, grabbing the bullet from Scott. "Derek, you rea-DEREK!"
The sound of a body falling and hitting the floor is heard all throughout the clinic as Derek falls to the ground. Derek has fallen unconscious, meaning that the wolfsbane is getting very close to his heart.
"You two get him up, I'll prepare the wolfsbane!" Jaydra says, pouring the wolfsbane from the tip of the bullet onto the table before her. She gathers it into a pile and pulls out a Zippo lighter and lights it.
Stiles and Scott try everything to get Derek up, but he's not responding. "God, don't kill me for this," Stiles mutters and punches Derek across the face.
This triggers Derek's brain to wake up, and the second he opens his eyes, Jaydra gathers the wolfsbane and shoves it into the bullet wound on his arm. Derek snarls at this, roaring in pain, but the infection begins to dissipate from his veins.
Jaydra slumps back, leaning against the table. She vaguely hears Scott threatening Derek to stay away from them, since they saved his life. And if he doesn't, Scott will reveal everything to the Argents. When that was said, a new fire was lit into her.
"You don't fucking get it, pup!" she snarls, standing up. "The Argents will stab you in the fucking back without even thinking about it."
"How would you know!?" Scott snapped at her. "You're always defending Derek on these things, and ALWAYS against the Argents! What did they do that was so horrible?!"
Jaydra scoffs slightly. "Last March. I was on a hunt with my dad and my brothers. We were hunting a nest of vampires up in northern Montana. We had a couple of the Argents, mainly Chris' father Gerard, helping us." Jaydra sighs and runs a hand through her sandy blond hair. "Well, there was this twenty-three year old that was missing, and we thought the vampires took him. Well, Dead Man's Blood is toxic to vampires, so they have to keep the victim alive while they drained him. My dad, brothers and I were ready to attack. Gerard said that he and his family will enter through the front door, and we the back." Jaydra shrugged slightly.
"No big deal, a simple hunt. Maybe . . . Five vamps. We went in, and I found the kid. He wasn't even bitten yet. I handed him to Gerard, who came in after us, and told him to get him out of there," she explains.
"So? That sounds-"
Jaydra cut Stiles off. "He kept him alive alright. You see, Gerard has this fascination with creatures and how they hunt. I told him to keep the kid alive. What does he do? He CHANGES him with one of the vampires that was hit in the attack, but still alive," she spat out. "That's one thing, and as soon as we finished the nest, he tells me that the kid ran away. I took off after him, and the newly turned vampire tries to kill me. Attacks me from the tree tops."
Scott blinks slowly. "What did he do then . . .?"
Jaydra clenched her fists, tears slightly brimming at her tears. "Right after I saved that man, I had to cut his head off." Jaydra's green eyes snapped up to Scott's brown ones. "And Gerard was watching the whole thing. He WANTED me dead, and my whole family. Ever since then, we Winchesters don't work with Gerard, or any relatives," she spats, before turning to leave. "I'm walking home."
And with that, Jaydra storms off, heading back to the Stilinski household. And after a quick shower and finishing of homework, Jaydra went to sleep. It had been one HELL of a day.