It's The Same Wherever You Go
Chapter Twenty-Three
Pack Addition
Jaydra pants heavily as she stands in the middle of the woods after seeing Gerard Argent, her heart racing. Her mind still couldn't wrap around the fact that her greatest enemy was here in Beacon Hills.
"What's he doing here?" she asks herself, running a hand through her hair.
Glancing up at the sky, Jaydra didn't notice that the sun had gone down. She'd been running much longer than she originally thought.
After finally catching her breath, Jaydra stands up straight and looks around her location, only to realize she's utterly lost.
"I can't catch a fucking break!" she whines, before reaching into her pocket to grab her phone, only to notice that she has a text from Derek.
Clicking the 'open' option on her phone, the text box shows up and reveals the message, only for Jaydra's eyes to widen greatly. "Oh no . . ."
[Jay, I just found Scott,] the text reads, Jaydra's green eyes scanning the letters. [He saw the Argents kill an Omega. And he told me about how you reacted seeing Gerard. Text me when you get this. Please. I need to know you're okay.]
Jaydra's heart skips a beat when she read that last line, and she can't stop the smile that crosses her face. The Alpha really does care about her. Instead of texting him, Jaydra decides to call him.
The line barely rings once before Derek's deep voice comes across the line. "Jaydra?"
"Yeah, it's me," she says, smiling softly at how worried Derek seems. "Just got your message."
A sigh of relief passes over the line next. "Where are you? Scott said you ran . . ."
Groaning softly, Jaydra proceeds to rub the back of her neck. "Yeah, about that . . . I have no clue where I'm at . . ." Jaydra could hear soft snickering over the line. "Shut up with the laughing," she pouts before it's replaced with another smile. "I'll walk until I see a road, and then find my way back."
"Just describe what you see around you," Derek says.
Jaydra raises an eyebrow, before smirking. "Trees."
"Smart ass," Derek growls into the phone. "But seriously, do you see anything? Other than trees?"
Giggling softly, Jaydra looks around, before noticing some lights in the distance. "I can see the town from here, and I can just make out a sign . . . Looks like . . ." Jaydra squints her eyes, before recognizing the sign. "Oh . . . I'm in the woods behind the video store where that clerk was attacked by Peter."
"Get to the road, and I'll pick you up," Derek says over the phone. In the background, Jaydra could just make out the sound of Derek putting on his coat.
"My werewolf with shining red eyes," Jaydra says sweetly, before hanging up the phone and jogging up to the road to meet up with Derek.
ITSWYG
It wasn't too long after the hang up that Derek arrived in front of the video store in his black Camero.
Jaydra smiles and climbs into the passenger seat of the vehicle, and lets out a happy moan when she feels the warmth of the heat coming from the vents.
Derek notices the noise and looks over at her. "Cold?"
Smirking, Jaydra's green eyes look over at his greenish-brown. "If I say yes, do I get that coat you're wearing?"
Letting out an audible laugh, Derek shrugs out of his jacket and practically tosses it to Jaydra before shifting into drive.
After adjusting her seat belt, Jaydra drapes the leather jacket over her body, wrapping herself in his scent.
A few moments of comfortable silence drifts between the couple before Derek breaks it with a serious tone. "Jaydra, how mad would you be if I tell you that I turned someone?"
Not expecting that question at all, Jaydra sits up in her chair, thinking over his words. "It depends," she starts, running a hand through her sandy blonde locks. "Did you force them to take the bite?"
"No," he answers truthfully, his eyes focusing on the road. "They asked for it after I explained the dangers that came with it."
"Who'd you pick?" Jaydra asks softly.
Derek rubs the back of his neck. "A kid I ran into the other night. Name's Isaac."
Nearly giving herself whiplash, Jaydra shoots up in her seat. "Isaac Lahey?"
"Going how you just about choked yourself sitting up, I'm guessing you know him . . ." Derek comments, a small laugh in his voice.
Blushing lightly, Jaydra scratches her cheek. "I have some classes with him . . . So, I notice the bruises he wears to school, but he never talks about them. Always saying he gets them from Lacrosse," Jaydra says, her hand fisting in her lap. "But I know where they really come from."
Sensing the change in her heart rate, Derek glances over at the female hunter. "Jay?"
She swallows the lump that forms in her throat before changing the subject. "Just . . . Just don't let him lose control, Derek. And I don't have a problem with you making your pack. Just make sure you don't force it."
Knowing not to push on the sudden subject change, the Alpha reaches over and picks up one of Jaydra's hands, bringing it up to his lips and kissing her knuckles. A silent way to say he understands it's a touchy subject and will wait for her to tell him.
A small smile crosses her face at the gesture, before a yelp passes her lips as Derek nips at her hand, making Jaydra yank her hand back.
"YOU ASSHOLE!" she shrieks out. "You bit me!"
Derek just flashes her a large grin. "Can't help it. You smell good enough to eat."
As Jaydra's face burns red, Derek lets out a deep laugh.
ITSWYG
More playful actions pass until Derek's black Camero pulls up to an old abandoned building in the middle of the warehouse district of Beacon Hills.
"Why are we here?" Jaydra asks. "What is this place?"
"It's where I'm going to be staying while I keep Isaac and any other Beta's I turn," Derek says, walking through the doors.
Jaydra follows and when she walks inside, her hunter instincts kick in and she surveys the surrounding area. Inside, after going down a few flights of stairs, the place is mostly open, empty, space with concrete and steel walls supported by steel beams.
Noticing the large, rusting, subway car sitting over to the side of the large room, Jaydra concludes that this was once part of the former Beacon Hills Railroad Depot. But overall? A perfect lair for a newly made Alpha.
"I like it," the hunter says, smiling over at Derek. "But why not keep them at the loft? You're already living there."
Letting out a small scoff, Derek's eyes scan over the room. "That's my place and I don't want it destroyed after the first full moon," he explains.
"Oh?" Jaydra asks, a teasing tone in her voice. "So it's not because it's closer to my house than your loft is?"
A light blush goes across the Alpha's face as he playfully growls at her.
Jaydra shivers at the growl but goes back to looking at the area, mainly focusing on the old subway car. Curious about the car, the hunter walks inside, only to be interrupted in her search when Derek pulls her close to him.
"I've had enough teasing," he says, resting his forehead against hers.
Jaydra giggles softly, leaning up to peck his lips lightly. "Just a little teasing is enough to get you this affectionate?"
Another growl rings out from the Alpha, making Jaydra tilt her head back and laugh even louder.
"DEREK!" a new voice rings out, disrupting the tender moment between the couple.
Even though normally Derek would've been thoroughly pissed at the disruption, his eyes were filled with concern at the panic lacing over the voice.
"Isaac?" Derek calls back softly, letting the young Beta know his Alpha was close by. "What's wrong?"
Running to the subway car, Isaac comes into Jaydra's view, panting slightly.
Isaac stood taller than Jaydra, but with the fear in his bright blue eyes, he seemed much smaller than usual. His dark, somewhat curly, hair moves slightly as his body trembles.
"My dad . . ." Isaac says quietly, before looking back up at Derek. "I think he's dead."
Tensing up at the information, Jaydra looks over at Derek, whose eye begin to turn red.
"What did you do?" he growls out.
"That's the thing!" the beta squeaks out. "It wasn't me!"
"Then who was it?" Jaydra speaks up for the first time, making Isaac focus on her. And clearly, she was the last person he thought he was going to see with Derek.
"Jaydra . . .?" he blinks.
Waving her hand slightly, Jaydra smiles at him. "Yeah, I'm involved in this crazy world too. But that's not the important thing to focus on right now. I need you to tell me what happened."
Taking a deep breath, Isaac begins his horrid tale about what happened in the past few hours.
"My dad was asking about my grades," Isaac starts out, pacing in front of Derek and Jaydra. "And when I told him I was getting a D in chemistry, he started to yell."
Jaydra tenses up slightly at the information. ~I know where this is going,~ she says to herself.
"After the yell, he throws a glass at me and a piece of it cuts my cheek," Isaac continues. "But then it healed . . . So I freaked out and I ran outside and grabbed my bike, which I've done before . . ."
"You wanted it to seem like nothing was wrong to anyone else," Jaydra says softly, to which Isaac nods.
"Yeah, and I rode my bike until I got to an alley where no one could see me and I ran off into the woods . . ." Isaac takes in a shaky breath. "But while I was running, I could hear him calling my name, so I guess he found my bike . . . and then I heard the scream . . ." Isaac's voice begins to waver as he trails off.
Standing up, Jaydra walks over to Isaac and pulls him into a tight hug.
"I didn't kill him . . ." the beta says softly, his body shaking, still in fear.
"But what did?" Jaydra asks, looking up at Derek. "I need to head home and see if the Sheriff's heard anything about what happened."
"Want me to give you a ride?" Derek asks, crossing his arms as he leans against one of the steel beams in the building.
Shaking her head, Jaydra's green eyes go to Isaac. "Stay with your beta. I'll text you when I get home." As a light goes off in her head, Jaydra looks to Isaac. "Do you have your phone?"
"Yeah, why?" he asks, his blue eyes looking up at the young hunter.
As Isaac pulls out his phone, Jaydra takes it and programs her information into the device. "Call me if you need anything about what you're going through, okay?"
"You mean this whole werewolf ordeal, or losing my dad?" he asks softly, his fingers tightening around the cell phone.
"Neither," Jaydra says, turning to leave the new lair. "About the abusive father thing." Ignoring the loud snarl that no doubt came from Derek, Jaydra raises her arm into the air, waving at the two werewolves. "See you guys later."
And with that new piece of information with her pack, Jaydra hoofs it back home.
ITSWYG
Just as the youngest Winchester makes it to the Stilinski home, she notices something off immediately. Nobody was home.
"What the hell?" the hunter mutters as she looks around the empty house. "John? Stiles?" she calls out into the darkness but receives no answer.
Reaching into her back pocket, Jaydra pulls out her cell phone and calls Stiles first since he's usually the one home around this time.
"Hello?" Stiles' voice says over the phone, with some other people talking in the background.
"Hey Stiles," she greets, heading up the stairs to her bedroom. "Just seeing where you were since the house was empty. John's not even here."
A small groan comes across the receiver as Stiles explains his absence. "Sorry Jay, I forgot to call and tell you. Dad and I found Lydia, and she's at the hospital getting checked out."
"What?" Jaydra gasps. "When?! Is she okay?"
"After you left the graveyard, dad caught Scott and me," Stiles explains. "And believe me, he chewed us out."
Jaydra chuckles. "Sounds like your dad."
"Anyway, dad got a call from dispatch about an attack somewhere, and turns out it was the thing that stole the liver from that grave," Stiles says, making Jaydra nod her head.
"And I think Scott and Derek discovered that the grave robber was an Omega, not Lydia," the girl says, making it to her bedroom.
A sigh of relief came from Stiles as he continues his re-telling of what happened. "So we were talking by the ambulance, dad and me, and Lydia just walked out of the woods. Still naked as a jaybird . . ."
Nodding at the information, Jaydra lays back on her bed. "At least we found her. Keep me updated, Stiles."
"Will do," the teenage boy says before hanging up his phone.
So, Lydia's alive and well, the omega that's been robbing graves was killed by Gerard, and something killed Isaac's dad.
"What in the world is going on?" Jaydra asks herself, before tossing her arm across her eyes and dozing off.
ITSWYG
At school the following morning, Jaydra walks with Stiles and Scott into the locker room, listening to the two discuss the full moon that's tonight.
"I'm serious!" Scott assures, looking over at his best friend. "It's not like the last full moon. I don't feel the same."
"Oh, that include the urge to maim and kill people like me?" Stiles counters, walking into the locker room to change into his pads for morning practice.
"I swear I don't have the urge to maim and kill you," Scott sighs, leaning against the lockers, still trying to convince his friend.
"You know," Stiles says, looking over at his werewolf pal. "You say that now but then the full moon goes up and out comes the fangs, claw, and there's a lot of howling and screaming."
"Sounds like a fun Friday night," Jaydra jokes, making Stiles turn and glare at his roommate.
"It's very stressful on me so, yes, I'm still locking you up," Stiles confirms, looking back at Scott.
Jaydra opens her mouth to make another smart ass comment, only to be cut off by Stiles. "And if you say the word 'kinky' I will kick you in the shins, Winchester."
That breaks Jaydra's straight man facade and she erupts in loud laughs. "Okay, Okay, I'm done with the comments.
"Thank you."
"Okay, fine," Scott agrees, getting back on topic. "But I do think I'm more in control now. Especially since things are good with Allison." Scott gets a small smile on his face as he thinks about how 'good' things were with Allison.
"All right, I get it!" Stiles cries out. Just please shut the hell up before I have the urge to maim and kill myself."
Laughing slightly, Scott smiles at his friend. "Okay, but did you get something better than handcuffs this time?"
"Oh yeah," Stiles grins. "Much better!" Stiles opens his locker door and the chains that he bought to restrain Scott that night began to pour out of his locker, causing a loud noise that gains the attention of everyone in the locker room.
Once again, Jaydra couldn't breathe as she beats the side of the locker as she laughs loudly. "Oh my god!" she says in between her gales of laughter.
Hearing the racket, Coach Finstock walks over to the source of the noise, only to catch the tail end of the chain falling out of Stiles locker.
"Part of me wants to ask," Finstock begins, before he closes his eyes and rethinks his course of action. "The other part of me says knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine. So, I'm going to walk away." And the coach does just that.
Bending down to help their embarrassed friend, Scott and Jaydra begin to pick up the chain, only to stop when Scott stills, his eye glowing yellow for a split second.
"Scott?" Jaydra asks, looking over as Scott's chocolate brown eyes scan the locker room. "What's wrong?"
"There's another one . . . In here, right now," he answers, still scanning the room.
Stiles blinks in confusion before asking, "Another what?"
"Another werewolf," Scott answers.
Jaydra tenses up at the statement, her green eyes locking up with Isaac's blue eyes for a moment. Isaac, who heard the entire conversation, ducks his head back down when Scott looks his way. Smart move.
"Whoever it is," Jaydra begins, picking up the last of the chain. "It'll come into the light sooner or later."
And Jaydra has a sinking feeling that it will be discovered while out on the field.
ITSWYG
During the morning practice, Scott made an absolute fool of himself, which wasn't exactly that hard to do.
While standing in the goalie position, thanks to Stiles, Scott rushes at the players before sniffing at them, trying to determine who was the new werewolf.
After eliminating Danny and Matt, Jaydra pulls Scott to the side and smirks at him. "Listen to me, if you sniff at me, you'll be singing soprano the rest of your life, got it?"
Gulping slightly, Scott nods and runs back over to the goalie position, only to tense up when he sees the next person in line. Isaac.
"Oh no . . ." Jaydra says, noticing how the two of them were looking at each other.
The two betas take off running towards each other, colliding bodies in mid-air, which results in Scott knowing for a fact who the new werewolf was.
Isaac, who stood up after Scott's 'test' notices the police crossing the field, heading towards the practicing team. "Don't tell them . . ." he says softly, looking over at Scott. "Please . . ."
But before Scott could answer, John Stilinski walks over and asks to speak to Isaac alone, and pulls the sixteen-year-old aside.
But thanks to the super hearing that Scott possesses, everything was crystal clear to the pup.
"His father's dead," Scott says to Stiles and Jaydra. "They think he was murdered."
Jaydra watches as John begins to lead Isaac off the field, back to the school. "Are they saying he's a suspect?" she asks, Isaac glancing back at the group, but locking eyes with Jaydra.
"I'm not sure, why?" Scott asks, but thankfully Stiles answers.
"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for twenty-four hours," the sheriff's son explains.
"On the night of a full moon," Jaydra adds, making the other two groan.
Scott, trying to stay positive, asks, "How good are these holding cells at holding people?"
"On, I can say from experience, they're pretty good," Jaydra says. "But they suck at containing a young werewolf . . ."
"WINCHESTER!" Coach Finstock yells out, nearly making Jaydra jump out of her skin.
Jogging over to her coach, Jaydra was expecting to hear Finstock complain about Scott's nearly impossible ability to follow instructions, but she was surprised at the information he truly had for her.
"Principal wants to see you," he says looking at his clipboard.
"See me?" she repeats, confusion clear on her face. Racking her brain, she tries to think of any indication that she could be in any trouble for anything. But, she eventually shakes it off and goes jogging towards the school.
ITSWYG
As Jaydra makes it to the office, the first thing she notices is the number of police officers.
~Must be talking to witnesses,~ Jaydra concludes in the back of her mind, her green eyes scanning her surrounding. ~Maybe Isaac told John he saw me last night . . .~
"Hello, can I help you?" the receptionist asks, breaking Jaydra's train of thought.
Nodding, Jaydra relays the information that Finstock gave her, and the receptionist has the teenager sit in one of the chairs outside the office, waiting for a chance to talk to the principal.
But just as Jaydra sits down in the chair, here comes Scott and Stiles running up the hallway, to sitting beside her.
"You guys just can't stay away from me, can you?" she teases.
"Oh, don't inflate your ego now," Stiles says, glancing into the office. "Dad's interviewing Jackson . . ."
Her eyes widen as she focuses on the voices in the office, Scott relaying bits that she misses. What she hears makes her blood boil, as well as her body shake. Memories flood her mind, but she keeps her composure. Barely.
ITSWYG
"You're telling me that you knew Isaac's father was hitting him?" John asks, not believing what Jackson was spewing out of his mouth.
Jackson, who was sitting in the chair, merely shrugs his shoulders. "Hitting him? He was kicking the shit out of him."
John rubs his hand over his face, the urge to punch Jackson in his face rising dramatically. "Did you every say anything to anyone? A teacher, parents, anyone?"
"Nope," Jackson answers, his lips smacking to make the 'p' pop. "It's not my problem."
"No, no, of course not," John says, his voice holding aggravation. "You know, it's funny that the kids getting beaten up are always the ones who least deserve it."
Jackson smirks and chuckles. "Yeah . . . Wait, what?" he asks, jumping up as he catches on the insult John threw at him.
"I think we're done here," the Sheriff says, walking out of the office, noticing a familiar trio sitting in the chairs in the hallway. "Hey, Scott."
Scott greets the sheriff, and waves slightly. Stiles, on the other hand, tries to hide behind a magazine. Poorly.
"Jaydra, you're here too?" he asks, rubbing his forehead.
"Yeah, but unlike these guys, I was called up by the principal for something . . ." she says.
Right then, the receptionist calls out Jaydra's name. "The principal will see you now."
ITSWYG
Walking into the principal's office, Jaydra does a double take as she sees Gerard Argent sitting in the Principal's chair.
"You!?" she shrieks out, the color draining out of her face.
"Hello, Miss Winchester," Gerard greets, his dark eyes soft, yet clearly dangerous. "I see that you moved here only a short time ago, and wanted to see how well you've adjusted to the school."
Optioning to stay close to the door, Jaydra decides to see what the gray-haired Argent truly wants, so she plays along with the little charade.
"Fine for the most part . . ." she says. "Some things took some getting used to obviously."
Gerard chuckles and looks through the folder in front of him. Jaydra's folder.
"Oh, it says here that you play Lacrosse . . . Interesting choice for a girl," he comments, his eyes looking up at her.
"I like the challenge," she says, her eyes narrowing at him.
Gerard lets out another laugh, which makes the hunter's skin crawl. "I see that . . . Says here that you're one of the best players, and your grades are excellent." Closing the file, Gerard lays the document down on his desk, giving Jaydra his full attention. "I'm so happy to see that you're adjusting so well."
"I'm glad I met your expectations," she growls through her teeth. "Now, if you don't mind, I think I'm going to take the rest of the day off, you know since one of my friends was just taken into police custody. Very stressful."
Turning to leave through the door, the next words that leave Gerard's mouth make the Winchester freeze in her tracks.
"Oh, that's right . . . You relate to Isaac, don't you?" he asks, a smirk on his face. "I mean with the whole abusive father thing."
Jaydra races out of the office, ignoring Scott and Stiles yelling after her. She couldn't face them right now . . . Not when her mind is thinking back to everything John Winchester ever did to her.
True, he never really touched her when he was sober. But when he was, he would attack her verbally and emotionally.
Usually the verbal and emotional abuse came from when Jaydra messed up on a hunt and John would blame the young teen, yelling at her what she did wrong. Then that's when the "lessons" began. When it was clear that Jaydra still didn't know how to handle some monsters, John took it upon himself to teach her. Even if it meant fighting a fifteen-year-old girl at full strength.
Jaydra could still feel the stings of some of the strikes that John gave her during the "lessons" and "training sessions".
But none of that compared to when her father drank. When John was drunk, anyone in his crosshairs could be attacked. Usually, Dean tried to take the blunt of the attacks, but since it was Jaydra's mistake on the hunt, she got her fair share of whiskey bottles thrown at her.
So, yeah, she could relate to Isaac greatly. And Gerard knows that. And the bastard is going to use that to his advantage.
ITSWYG
Needing to get some fresh air pronto, Jaydra bursts through the double doors, only to just see Isaac being driven away in a police cruiser.
Scott, who apparently chased after her, arrives outside just after the hunter does. "Jay? What the hell hap-" But, thankfully, the question was cut off when Derek's black Camero pulls up.
"Get in," the Alpha orders.
All of Scott's focus move to Derek, which Jaydra was thankful for.
"Are you serious?!" Scott calls out. "You did that! That's your fault!" Turning to his friend, Scott asks, "Did you know about this too?! That he turned Isaac?!"
Jaydra, who gains some of her composure back, nods. "Yeah . . . I did." As Scott opens his mouth again, Jaydra holds up a hand. "I didn't tell you because I knew how you'd react, Scott. I don't approve of what Derek did, but at least he did it to someone who needed help."
"But . . ." Scott tries to start, but Jaydra cuts him off again.
"I'm sure you heard everything in the principal's office, so you know that I went through something similar that Isaac did," she says, rubbing her arms. "So I'm siding with Derek on this."
"Now that that's settled, get in the car and help me," Derek says, making Scott turn to him.
"No, I've got a better idea. I'm going to call a lawyer," he says, turning back towards the building. "Because a lawyer might actually have a chance at getting him out before the moon comes up."
"Not when they do a real search of the house," Derek comments, his sunglasses covered his eyes, but Jaydra could tell how serious the situation was.
Scott steps closer to the car. "What do you mean . . .?"
Jaydra's breathing quicken slightly. "Whatever Jackson told the sheriff, what's in the house is worse, isn't it?" Jaydra asks, only to receive a nod from the Alpha.
Letting out a groan of frustration, Scott climbs into the back of the Camero, and Jaydra gets into the passenger seat.
The entire drive to the Lahey home, Derek held Jaydra's hand tightly, a gesture of understanding and a silent promise of protection.
ITSWYG
Upon the arrival to the house, Scott asks a question that plagues everyone's mind. "If Isaac didn't kill his father, who did?"
"I don't know," Derek answers, opening the door and walking inside.
Scott groans at the answer since it was vague and didn't answer his question. "Then how do you know he's telling the truth."
With his greenish-brown eyes scanning the room, Derek answers, "Because I trust my senses. And it's a combination of them all, not just the sense of smell."
Jaydra bites her lip as a small smile comes across her face. Apparently, Derek saw Scott's 'detective' skills in action on the Lacrosse field.
"You saw the Lacrosse thing today . . ." Scott realizes, embarrassment filling his face.
"Yeah," Derek confirms.
Swallowing his pride, Scott asks the question he's been wondering since he actually did it. "Did it look that bad?"
The Alpha chuckles before answering. "Oh yeah."
A small patch of silence fills the air until Derek leads the two over to the basement door. "You want to learn? Let's start now."
Scott opens the door and looks down into the darken room that was the basement, or as Jaydra mentally describes it as, the 'Torture Chamber'.
The young pup swallows a sudden lump in his throat as he turns to look at the Alpha. "What's down there?"
"Motive," was the only answer he receives from Derek.
Scott makes it to the bottom of the stairs, with Derek behind him, and Jaydra behind Derek.
"What happened down here?" the youngest pup asks, looking back at the Alpha.
"The kind of thing that leaves an impression," Jaydra speaks up, looking over the items in the basement. But her eyes land on a large freezer over in the corner.
"Open it," Derek says.
Scott walks over to the freezer and places his hands on the lid before pushing it open. The sight he sees takes the breath out of his lungs. Inside the freezer were marks where Isaac tried to claw his way out of there when his father locked him inside for "punishments".
"I need some air," Jaydra says suddenly, heading back up the stairs.
When she reaches the top of the stair case, the hunter places her hand over her heart, realizing how fast it was beating. And with her breathes quickening, Jaydra knew she needs to calm down or else she'll go into a full blown panic attack.
Walking outside to Derek's car, she climbs into the passenger seat and finds the coat she used the night before still in the car. Using it as a grounding element, Jaydra wraps it around herself, focusing on the feeling of the jacket, what it smells like, what the materials are.
When John acted out his frustrations on her, this was the coping mechanism Jaydra acquired. She mostly used some things that she kept of her mother or even Sam and Dean's clothing. But now? The Alpha of her pack was the grounding element she was clinging to. Keeping her in this world. Helping her calm down. Helping her heart rate slow and her breathing regulating.
Even when he wasn't beside her, Derek helps keep her calm and grounded.
ITSWYG
After Derek finishes up in the Lahey basement, he walks out to his car.
Jaydra looks up as he comes out of the house, smiling at him. "Scott agreeing to help?"
"Yeah," Derek says, starting the car. "But we need a way to get to the holding cell where Isaac is . . . Any ideas?"
Jaydra nods her head. "Yeah. Stiles called a few minutes ago, and we need to meet up with him. Apparently, Allison saw a man dressed up as a deputy leave her house with a syringe filled with wolfsbane."
"Fuck . . ." Derek growls and hits the accelerator of his car, racing to the meetup point that Stiles made.
The two quickly meet up with Stiles, who give them the run down of the plan he came up with in the short drive he took to the police station.
"So the key to the holding cells are in a password protected lockbox in my dad's office," Stiles says as the three of them look at the station from inside Stiles' Jeep.
Jaydra's eyes scan the building, and from the lay out, the only way into John's office was by the front desk. "So the problem is getting passed that deputy and the front desk?"
"Exactly," Stiles sighs.
Moving to get out of the jeep, Derek announces, "I'll distract her."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you?!" Stiles asks, his eyes wide as he looks at Derek. Without thinking, the teenager also grabbed Derek by the shoulder, which earns his hand a death glare. "I'm taking my hand off."
"It might not be the best idea," Jaydra offers.
"I was exonerated," Derek reminds the two.
Sighing at how stubborn the werewolf was, Stiles instead asks, "Then what's your plan?"
"To distract her," Derek says, a bit of a mocking tone in his voice.
Stiles rubs his hand over his face, a trait he picked up from his dad. "By what, punching her in the face?"
Rolling his eyes, Derek glares at Stiles. "By talking to her."
"What are you going to open with?" Stiles asks, to which he only receives silence from Derek. "Dead silence . . . That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?"
"I'm thinking about punching you in the face," Derek says, smirking at the fear that flashes in Stiles' eyes.
"Just go be the distraction," Jaydra says, pushing Derek out of the Jeep, before following herself. Internally, Jaydra was thankful for the entertaining atmosphere Stiles and Derek create, it helps ease her mind and push the thoughts about her father back into a section of her mind that she never wants to address again.
Walking inside the police station, Derek steps up to the front desk, startling the woman deputy who wasn't expecting Derek at all.
"Hi," Derek greets, giving off a charming smile to the woman, who seems a bit smitten. "I had a question . . . but I'm a little thrown. I wasn't expecting someone . . ." Derek trails off slightly, coming off as adorable. Which was not a phrase most people describe Derek as.
"Like me?" the deputy finishes.
Derek laughs softly, before smiling again. "I was going to say 'so incredibly beautiful', but I guess that would be the same thing."
Even though Jaydra knows that Derek doesn't mean anything he's saying, a twinge of jealousy still goes through her body.
But, the hunter ignores the feeling as her and Stiles sneak past the front desk and into the Sheriff's office. Once inside, Jaydra keeps an eye out by the door frame as Stiles runs over to the lock box and types in the code.
"Oh no . . ." Stiles says, making Jaydra glance over. "The key's gone!"
"Fuck . . . Then that Argent lackey's here somewhere," Jaydra says, motioning Stiles to follow her.
The two teens sneak out into the hallways towards where Isaac is being held, only to run into the very person they were searching fore.
The man lunges out and grabs a hold of Stiles, who in the middle of the struggle, pulls on the fire alarm in the hallway.
But the lackey was too quick since he pulls out a weapon, and holds Stiles against him. "Take another step and I'll kill him," he threatens. Jaydra holds up her hands in surrender and puts her hands up behind her head. "Now, go in there," the lackey orders, forcing Jaydra and Stiles inside.
Inside the room, the first thing that Jaydra notices is the door to Isaac's holding cell is open. Meaning they have a freshly turned werewolf somewhere in the precinct.
"Get over there," the man orders, pushing Jaydra and Stiles away from him, looking around for Isaac.
But the young Beta springs out from his hiding spot and attacks the lackey, in full werewolf mode. Hair comes down the side of Isaac's face, along with his ears that are pointed, making his face seem more feral like. His blue eyes are wide and blinded by pure adrenaline given to him by the full moon.
Realizing the seriousness of their situation, Jaydra jumps into hunter mode and grabs a hold of Stiles' arm and pushes him into a corner. Then she stands in front of him, creating a shield for the young human.
The battle between Isaac and the Argent is over quickly, with the Argent passing out from the severe pain of a broken arm ,given to him by Isaac himself.
As his body hits the floor, the limp Argent doesn't hold Isaac's attention anymore. But the racing heart beats of two humans hiding in the corner sure are.
Jaydra reaches into her pocket and pulls out a large hunting knife, ready to defend herself against Isaac, but the weapon wasn't necessary.
Just as the young beta takes his first step towards the two teens, Derek steps in and looks at Isaac. The presence of Derek intrigues Isaac for a moment before he tries to attack the humans, ready to spill blood.
But the Alpha jumps infront of him and roars loudly at the young beta. Derek's eyes flash red during the roar, and his canines elongate, showing his status as the head of the pack. Not to mention the pure rage he feels at Isaac trying to attack other memebers of his pack.
The change in demenor is immidate. Instead of trying to attack Stiles and Jaydra again, Isaac scurries back up against a wall and whimpers softly, tucking his head into his arms. This also gives the human side of Isaac a chance to take over.
"H-How'd you do that . . .?" Stiles asks behind Jaydra, amazement in his voice.
Derek just glances back and smirks. "I'm the Alpha."
"Thank God for that," Jaydra says, patting Derek on the shoulder, before swatting at his head. "And that, I think, makes up for the flirting with the deputy.
Derek growls softly, rubbing the spot that was smacked as he looks down at Jaydra. "You knew I was going to talk to her."
"Yeah, you were to 'talk' to her, not flirt," Jaydra clarifies.
Rolling his eyes, the Alpha leans down and kisses Jaydra softly, the stubble of his beard scraping across her cheeks and chin. "Did I do that to the deputy?"
Jaydra chuckles and shakes her head. "Hope not, since I left after the flirting." But her voice grows serious. "Now, get Isaac get out of here. The sheriff will be here soon."
After kissing her once more, Derek grabs Isaac and the two leave.
"Man . . . I am so glad your boyfriend was here," Stiles says, trying to ease the severity of their situation.
ITSWYG
Only moments after Derek and Isaac leave, John Stilinski shows up at the station, seeing Jaydra and Stiles inside the holding cell area.
"What the hell are you two doing here?" he demands, only to then notice that Isaac was missing. "And what happened to my prisoner?"
Jaydra steps up and stands infront of John. "Look, we snuck past the front desk, and it was wrong I know, but I came to keep Isaac company. I was planning to come alone, but your son refused to let me out of his sight once he figured out what I was doing."
"Company?" the sheriff asks, raising an eyebrow. "You came to here to keep a suspect company?"
Jaydra sighs and runs a hand through her sandy blonde locks and looks up the sheriff. "Yes, because I don't think he did it. I mean I met up with him last night."
"You what?" John asks, his eyes wide. "You were with Isaac last night?"
"Yeah, when he left his dad's house, he rode his bike around and I happen to be on my run that night, and we ran into each other," Jaydra says, crossing her arms. "But it was after his dad is dead, so there's still a chance that he could be the killer, I get that, John. But my gut instincts tell me he's not . . ."
"That still doesn't-" Jaydra cuts John off mid-sentence.
"That doesn't give me the right to sneack in here, I know, but I mean . . . he's was scared . . ." Jaydra sighs. "But, anyway, we were talking about school and things like that, and suddenly this guy comes in with a syringe and attacks Stiles and me."
"That guy, to be exact," Stiles says, pointing to the unconscious Argent lackey laying on the ground.
"And then what?" John asks.
"Then he opened Isaac's door and tries to stab Isaac with it, but Lahey's strong. He knocked the guy unconcious and he ran," Jaydra fabricates.
"Now he's wanted," the sheriff sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Because he's scared!" Jaydra tries to reason but stops when John holds up his hand.
"I know he is, Jay, but you have to let me do my job, okay?" he says, his eyes showing his sympathy. "I don't want to think of Lahey as a suspect, but it's damning evidence." John looks up at the teenagers and sighs. "Go home and get some rest, okay? You already gave your statement."
"Right, dad," Stiles says, placing his arm around Jay's neck and walking outside.
ITSWYG
When the two get outside, Jaydra's phone begins to buzz. Glancing down, she notices a text from a 'Jeremy'. Or also known as Isaac's code name after last night. Since Derek was cleared, Jaydra switched his name to Alpha in her contacts, and Isaac's under the alias of Jeremy.
"Stiles, you head on home," she says. "I'm walking."
"You sure?" Stiles asks, climbing into his jeep.
Jaydra nods and turns to walks towards the warehouse district, which was only a ten-minute walk from the police station.
Arriving at Derek's new lair, Jaydra walks inside and notices Isaac sitting inside the subway car. Since Derek pulled the Alpha card on him, Isaac's been able to keep a hold on his werewolf side.
"You wanted to see me?" Jaydra calls out, smiling at the young pup.
Isaac looks up and nods at her. "Thanks for coming," he says, a soft smile on his face.
Jaydra shrugs and lays on one of the seats in the subway car. "What did you want to talk about? And why didn't you want to talk to Derek about it?"
"I didn't think he'd understand . . ." Isaac admits, biting his lips.
Understanding immidately what he's talking about, Jaydra sits up and looks at him. "About your dad."
Isaac flinches at the term, but slowly nods his head. His curly locks moving with the motion, but keeps him from making eye contact with the hunter.
Sighing, Jaydra leans back in her seat, deciding to bare her soul about what happened to her. If Isaac's scared to tell her, she was going to let him know that he's not alone.
"My dad was an asshole when he was alive," she began bluntly. "Like you wouldn't believe it. Before he became a hunter, he was the sweetest thing ever, according to my oldest brother. Then . . . then he lost his wife, Mary, to a demon-"
Isaac's head shoots up as he cuts her off. "Wait! Demons are real too?!"
Chuckling, Jaydra nods. "But that's another topic for another day, pup. Anyway, that's probably when the drinking began . . . I mean, John was rough on us but it was a thousand times worse when he drank."
Silence fills the air, until the inevidable question comes up.
"Did . . . D-Did he ever strike you . . .?" Isaac finally asks.
Jaydra rubs her forehead and sighs loudly. "Yes and no. Most of the time he'd yell at me because I screwed up on a hunt. But when he was drunk?" Jaydra lets out a cruel laugh. "Anything and everything was a weapon."
"Were you scared of him . . .?" the young werewolf asks, feeling a bit of shame when he realizes that he was still terrifed of his dad, even though he was now a werewolf.
"All the time," Jaydra admits after a few moments of silence. "Dad was . . . tolerable, I guess you could say. But the hunter, John Winchester? He still haunts me."
"I'm sorry . . ." Isaac says. "I didn't mea-"
Shaking her head, Jaydra stands up. "Don't worry about it. It's all in the past now, but I need to get past it soon, right?" When the pup nods his hand, Jaydra holds out her hand. "Then how about we make a pact? We get passed the shit our dads put us through together, deal?"
Isaac looks at the hand before him, and shakes it after a beat of silence. "Deal, mama wolf."
"Mama wolf?" Jaydra repeats, chuckling. "Where'd you get that name?"
"Oh, that's what I'm going to get the pack to call you from now on," Isaac says, smiling at her. A real smile. "I mean, you did see how Derek protected you, right?"
Jaydra's face flushes with color, before she turns around and heads to the door. "Yeah, pup, I did." But as she reaches the top of the stairs, she turns and looks at Isaac. "But now that I'm Mama Wolf, just know I won't be easy on you in the training."
"TRAINING?!" Isaac calls out, only receiving Jaydra's laughter as a response.
The walk back to the Stilinski household was a quiet one for Jaydra, but it was filled with a quietness that only comes with the first step of acceptance.