It's The Same, Wherever You Go
Chapter Thirteen
Queen Bitch
After the grueling day at school, Jaydra walks towards her car to hopefully go home, but that would have been too simple. Just as she was about to get into her car, a wild Stiles intervened!
"Jay!" he calls out, pushing her car door closed. "I need your help!"
Jaydra's eyebrow rose at this. "With what?" she asks, crossing her arms.
"Lydia was MIA today, and I think that she may have seen something last night, at the video store," he says slowly, fiddling with his hands.
"You're worried about her," Jaydra smirks, reaching out and patting Stiles on the shoulder. "Let's go check on your girlfriend."
"She's SO not my girlfriend!" he quickly defends, a blight blush on his cheeks.
Jaydra smirks and climbs into her car as Stiles gets in the passenger side. "But you SO want her to be." As Stiles blush deepens, Jaydra laughs as she backs out of the school parking lot.
During this, Stiles notices something hanging from the rear view mirror of Jaydra's car. It was a small bracelet with two metal plates. "Hey, what's that?" he asks, getting the attention off of himself.
"Hmm?" Jaydra glances up at what Stiles was referring too and smiles softly. "It's a bracelet that my brothers got me. There's three of them, and each of them are different," she explains, taking the bracelet off. "It matches for the person wearing it."
"What do you mean?" Stiles asks as Jaydra slides the bracelet onto her left wrist.
After adjusting the bracelet, Jaydra began to drive. "Like for me, on the two metal plates, it has Sam and Dean's name engraved on it," she says, holding her wrist up so Stiles can see the names. "Now, on Dean's bracelet, it has Sam and my name on it. And then for Sam, it has Dean and my name." Glancing at the bracelet, she smiles softly. "Keeping the Winchesters close, even if there's hundreds of miles between us."
ITSWYG
As the two teenagers arrive at the Martin home, Jaydra listens to Stile freak about the whole situation, and how Scott has went AWOL on them.
"My money's on he skipped today to spend it with Allison," Jaydra comments, climbing out of her car and walking up to the front door.
Stiles sent her a mild glare. "I hate it when you're right."
Jaydra rolls her eyes and knocks on the door, and Lydia's mother answers the door. "May I help you?"
Stiles starts to answer the woman, but begins to stutter. Jaydra Winchester to the rescue! "Hello Mrs. Martin," she greets, a wide smile forming on her face. "I'm Jaydra and I noticed Lydia missed today, so Stiles and I wanted to drop off some of the homework that was given out."
"How sweet!" Lydia's mother says. "Come on in." The blond headed mother leads the two teenagers up to Lydia's room. "Honey, there's a Stiles and Jaydra here to see you."
Lydia, who was laying on her bed, glances back up at the door. "What the hell is a 'Stiles and Jaydra'?" she asks.
Raising an eye at the confused look Lydia was giving them, Jaydra glances over at the mother, who chuckles softly. "She took a little something to ease her nerves. You can go in."
The two walk into Lydia's room, who sits up on her bed. She was in a night gown, obviously never changing into any new clothes since last night. "What are you two doing here?"
"We were making sure you were okay," Stiles says softly.
The red head blinks slowly, processing the information. "Why?"
Jaydra answers this time, as she walks around the room, noticing different things in Lydia's room. "Because Stiles was worried about you today." Before Stiles could deny the accusation, blushing all the while, Jaydra asks Lydia another question, "How you feeling?"
"I feel . . . fantastic," she says, a small smile on her face.
~My money's on that's the drugs talking,~ Jaydra mutters in the back of her mind, walking back around to face Lydia, leaning against the wall.
"I bet you can't say 'I saw Suzy sitting in a shoeshine shop' ten times fast," Jaydra challenges, watching Lydia. Normally this tongue twister wouldn't be a challenge for the red headed genius.
Lydia looks at Jaydra as if the sandy blond offers an actual challenge. "I saw Shuzy . . ." Blinking at the screw up, Lydia tries again. "I shaw . . . I saw . . ."
"Yep, higher than a fucking kite," Jaydra mutters, running a hand through her hair. "But this is actually the best time to ask her. Lydia, what did you see last night?"
"Something . . ." she says softly.
"Something like . . . like a mountain lion?" Stiles asks, going off what his father had in the documents about the attack.
"A mountain lion," Lydia slowly agrees, nodding her head.
"Are you sure that you saw a mountain lion, or are you just saying that because that's what the police told you?" Stiles pressed, hoping that it was true, and not an alpha attack.
"A mountain lion . . ." she repeats softly.
Sighing, Jaydra reached out to Lydia's nightstand and grabbed a random plushie. A giraffe to be exact. "Lydia, what's this?" she asks, holding up the plushie.
"A mountain lion!"
Jaydra sighs and lays the plushie down. "Fucking high on some kinda meds," she mutters.
"Oh my-" Stiles sudden outburst was cut off by him swallowing deeply.
Raising an eyebrow, Jaydra looks over and begins to laugh loudly. In her drunken state, Lydia has cuddled up against Stiles, who looked like he was a mix of enjoying it, and absolutely terrified.
"Cop a feel, Stilinski!" Jaydra teases, only to result in Stiles flipping her off.
ITSWYG
After Stiles was finally able to get Lydia to not lay against him, he began to head to the door. "Well, I'm gonna go . . ." he says, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'll let you get back to the whole post-traumatic stress thing . . . "
"Mmmm . . ." Lydia hums softly. "Stay."
"M-Me? Stay?!" he squeals softly, absolutely amazed at this. "You want me to stay?!"
"Yes, please," Lydia begs softly. "Stay . . . Please, Jackson . . ."
~Ouch . . .~ Jaydra thought to herself, wincing slightly.
"Aaaaaaand we're done here," Stiles muttered, his ego gone. Suddenly, Lydia's phone begins to ring. "You want me to get that?" he asks to the sleepy Lydia, who's actually about to fall asleep. "It's a text," Stiles says, noticing that the red head was actually asleep. Sighing, Stiles looks down at the phone, and his eyes widen as a video plays. "Oh my god . . . Jay, look at this!"
Jaydra sighs and walks over and looks at the video Stiles had on Lydia's screen and her green eyes widen greatly. "Oh my god . . . That's the . . ." Jaydra couldn't even finish her sentence as she sees the red eyed full shifted alpha shatter through the video store window.
ITSWYG
After Stiles and Jaydra left the Martin house, Jaydra drops Stiles off at home, and leaves her car at home as well. By running through the woods, she races to the burned Hale house.
When she arrives at Derek's house, she walks directly into the house, walking in on Derek working out.
~HELLO MAGIC MIKE!~ Jaydra's mind screams to the teenager.
The blue-eyed beta was doing pull ups on a door frame that leads into the living room. His black three-tier spiral tattoo glistening against his back as he works out. After realizing that Jaydra was actually inside the house, he drops down from the door frame and turns to face the young hunter.
Jaydra, who was blushing madly at walking in on Derek working out, smirks at the beta. "Okay, aside from walking in on something that will fuel wonderful dreams for the next three months, you got to hear about what Stiles and I found," she says, remembering why she came out here.
"What is it?" Derek asks, a very light blush on his face at the dream comment.
"Lydia, the red head that was at the video rental store, got a video of the creature jumping through the window . . ." the hunter says softly. "It was the alpha."
"Dammit!" Derek mutters, hitting the door frame before his body becomes tense as a new scent hit his nose. "Jaydra, hide. Someone's here."
"Who?" the teenager asks, heading to the back of the stair case.
"Kate Argent." That fueled the teen hunter to run to the back room and hide as Derek takes off to hide as well.
The second the two were hidden, three Argents walked into the house.
"Seems like no one's home," the youngest mutters, glancing around the foyer.
Kate, the long blond haired Argent, smirks. "Oh, he's here," she says, looking around the room. "Derek's just not feeling particularly hospitable to us."
The youngest Argent smirks. "Maybe he's out burying a bone in the back yard."
"Really? A dog joke? We're going there, and that's the best you got?" Kate sighs as she walks farther into the Hale House. "If you want to provoke him, say something like, 'Too bad your sister bit it before she had her first litter!' Too bad she howled like a bitch when we CUT HER IN HALF!" Kate screams out into the house.
The comments about Laura Hale triggered the anger in Derek, since he attacks Kate from the second level of the house. But Kate was prepared for him, and defends herself and the scrap results in Derek laying on the floor of the house, glaring up at the bitch Argent.
"My, my," Kate hums, looking over Derek's muscular body. "This one grew up in all the right places. I don't know whether to kill it or lick it." Derek snarls at Kate, who throws her head back and laughs.
Jaydra, who was hiding in the back part of the stairs noticed how the younger Argent was walking towards her. Hiding in the shadows that the staircase provided, she waited until the inexperienced hunter was close enough and attacked.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" he screams out as Jaydra lunges at him, catching him in a headlock, and pulling out a small knife from her back pocket.
But the victory was short lived as Jaydra felt the muzzle of a gun being pressed against the side of her head. The third Argent, who had been silent up until this point, had the gun against Jaydra's head. "Let him go," he says.
"And what?" Jaydra challenges. "You going to splatter my brains all over the wall?"
Scoffing, the older Argent stuck Jaydra with the butt of the gun, which weakened her hold on the younger Argent. And when he was free, he pinned Jaydra's arms behind her back, and walked her out to show Kate.
"Derek had a friend here!" the younger Argent says, making Kate and Derek glanced up.
Recognition crossed across Kate's face as she looks at Jaydra. "Oh my God!" she squeals. "The baby Winchester! Now isn't this adorable?"
"Why don't you go die in a ditch somewhere, Argent?" Jaydra snarls, spitting into Kate's face.
Kate wipes the spit from her face, but laughs softly. "Oh, feisty. I may have fun with this one."
Derek growls softly from his spot on the ground. "Leave Jaydra alone, bitch," he growls to Kate. In the back of his mind, Derek actually wanted to jump up and stand between Jaydra and Kate. And he chalks it up to him considering Jaydra a part of his pack.
"Oh, on first name basis now?" Kate smirks. "This relationship of yours is getting serious."
A low growl came from Derek, as Jaydra glares at the Argent. "And you're just the apex example of a perfect relationship, aren't you?" Derek snarls.
Ignoring the comment, Kate Argent pulls out a police baton type weapon from her bag, and presses a button as electricity surges through it. She smirks and presses the electrified baton against Derek skin.
Derek growls in pain as he writhes on the ground, his body stiffening up and not able to move away from the electrocution.
Jaydra thrashes in the hold of the younger Argent, cursing Kate to hell and back.
"900,000 volts," she says, pulling the baton from Derek's skin. "You were never good with electricity, were you?" she asks, noticing how Derek was glaring at her now. "Or fire. Which is why I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Yes, your sister was severed into pieces and used as bait to try and catch you."
"Seems exactly like what an Argent would do," Jaydra spat, her green eyes glaring at Kate.
"A little too Texas Chainsaw Massacre for my taste, or more like a Winchester method," the blond headed Argent shot back. "Now, here's the part that might really kick you in the balls. We didn't kill her." Derek shot his blue eyes up at Kate, obviously not believing her. "You think I'm lying?"
"Wouldn't be the first time," Derek growls.
"Tsk, sweetie . . ." Kate sighs slightly. "Well, why don't you just listen to my heart and tell me if I am. We didn't kill your sister."
Jaydra watches Derek's expression as he listens intently to Kate's heart, but going by his face, it seems like her heart rate never raised. No lies.
"Do you hear that? No blips or upticks. Just the steady beat of the cold, hard truth," Kate says, a slight teasing tone in her voice. "They found bite marks on your sisters body Derek. What do you think did that? The Alpha killed your sister, and all you have to do is tell us who he is." As Kate examines Derek's face, she notices the expression on his face. "Unless you don't know who he is either. Wow . . . Guess who just became totally useless . . ." Kate murmured, standing up and turning her back on Derek.
But from Jaydra's point-of-view, she notices that Kate is reaching into her jacket and pulling out some type of weapon. A gun. "DEREK! RUN!" the youngest Winchester yells.
But Derek did one better. As he jumps up to run, he grabs Jaydra by the arm and runs out the door into the woods. Once into the woods, he slows down and pants as he looks at back at the burnt remains of his house. In his mind the words of Kate Argent went over and over in his mind, nagging him.
Jaydra, who notices the look from Derek, moves over to the shirtless Hale and pulls him into a hug. "I'm sorry . . ." she says quietly, knowing the feeling about receiving bad news.
Derek looks down at the sandy blond hair of Jaydra as he wraps an arm around her tightly. "You should probably go . . ." he says quietly, resting his head on hers, the bad news still in his mind. "The Sheriff probably looking for you."
"He's at a parent-teacher conference," Jaydra says, a light blush at how close Derek is.
"Want me to give you a lift to the school?" Derek offers, moving away from the hug.
Jaydra looks up and nods. "I would love that."
ITSWYG
After Derek got a new shirt from the house after the Argents left, he drove Jaydra over to the school in his black Camero. But as they arrived, they noticed the large group of people formed around something.
Jaydra notices the animal that laid in the road and scoffs lightly. "It's a mountain lion, and someone actually shot it . . . That may actually get us some reprieve."
"Not from the Argents," Derek counters, his blue eyes looking over at the young Winchester.
"Never from them," Jaydra mutters, her green eyes scanning the crowd, narrowing in on Chris Argent.