It's the Same Wherever You Go

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Containment

Jackson climbs away from the pack's line of sight when Derek suddenly rushes after the Kanima. As he gives chase, Jaydra races into her car and quickly follows her Alpha.

But as the chase comes to a fenced-in area, Jaydra jumps out of her car and quickly scales the fence, ignoring the barbed wire that slices into her skin. As the blonde hunter lands on the other side, she hears a car pulling up behind her.

Glancing back, she notices Scott right on her heels as she runs inside of the fenced-in area.

"Think Derek will kill him?" Scott asks, standing beside the female Winchester.

Shrugging her shoulders, Jaydra pushes her body harder, wanting to hurry and find the fight. "Knowing how we feel about killing teenagers, probably not . . . But you never know with Derek. Now shut up and help me find him!"

The inside of the fence was twice the size that it looked outside, meaning that Jaydra and Scott couldn't find the Kanima and Alpha fight with ease, even with Scott's heightened senses.

"Where are they?!" Jaydra snaps, panting as her green eyes scan the surrounding area.

"I don't kn-" Scott was suddenly cut off by gunfire, making the two teens turn and race towards the sound.

Derek didn't have a gun, Jaydra knew that for a fact. And there was a limited about of people that knew about Jackson. And the list mostly consisted of Argents.

Arriving upon the main scene of the fight, Jaydra notices Jackson standing in front of Gerard Argent, as if sizing the old man up.

Now, if Jaydra listens to the inner voice in her mind, she would just turn and look for Derek . . . But damn that Winchester honor code . . .

Racing forward, Jaydra uses her shoulder and tackles the Kanima, being very careful of those poisonous claws, and knocks Jackson away from Gerard.

"My, my . . ." Gerard says, a small smirk on his face. "Thank you, Miss Winchester. You saved me."

Sneering at the older man, Jaydra turns and races off to follow Jackson once again, with Scott on her heels.

"Why did you save him?" Scott asks as they ran, knowing the history between Gerard and Jaydra was very rocky.

"Fucking Winchester code," she answers, before skidding to a halt and looking up as they arrive to a night club.

Really? This is where Jackson went?

"Did you guys find him?" a familiar voice asks, running up behind them.

Jaydra shakes her head. "No, Stiles, but he was heading in this direction."

Stiles blinks a couple of times and turns to look at Scott. "What? You couldn't catch his scent?" he asks, his eyes holding a hint of fear in them.

Shaking his slightly shaggy hair, Scott looks back at the two of them. "I don't think he has one."

Licking her lips and then biting her bottom one, Jaydra taps her foot. "Awesome! We have a serial killer, teenaged snake and we can't find him!"

"Let's not lose our minds," Stiles says, looking back over at Scott. The buzzcut teenager tries so very hard to keep the peace sometimes. "Do you have any clue where he's going?"

But the always blunt werewolf pup, Scott nods and says, "To kill someone."

"Ah," Stiles says, running his hand over his head. "That explains the claws, the fangs, and all that. Good . . . Makes sense now." Glancing over at his best friend, Stiles notices the very annoyed expression on Scott's face. "Oh, come on, Scott. I'm a
hundred and forty-seven pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense!"

"Just help me find it," Scott sighs, glancing back at the club's main entrance.

"You mean Jackson," Jaydra says, her green eyes going over the entire building, looking for the tiniest detail.

Scott's chocolate brown eyes widen as he realizes his mistake and he quickly acknowledges it. "I know . . . I know . . ."

"But does Jackson know that?" Stiles interrupts, looking between his friends. "Did anybody else see him back at your house?"

"I don't think so," Scott assures. "But how is it him? He passed Derek's test!"

Jaydra runs a hand through her sandy blonde hair. "A hunter's test isn't always correct, guys," she explains. "All we knew was that a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom . . ." But just as the words leave Jaydra's lips, her green eyes widen. "And
when's the Kanima not the Kanima . . ."

"When it's Jackson!" Scott says, his eyes wide. "So even his body doesn't know and would react to the venom!"

Suddenly, a loud clang is heard above the trio's head. Glancing up, Stiles tenses up slightly. "Um . . . Guys . . .?" He points up to the second story window, where Jackson's tail could be seen, slithering into the club.

Without thinking, Jaydra rolls off saying, "There's so many jokes to make, but so little time . . ."

"I know who he's after," Scott says, looking over at the line of people entering the club.

"What? How?" Stiles asks. "Did you smell something?"

Scott nods, his chocolate eyes never leaving the line. "Armani."

Glancing around Scott's head, Jaydra groans as she pinches her nose. "It's Danny . . ." But upon that realization, Jaydra's mind began working quickly trying to figure out why Jackson wants Danny dead.

"Aw, come on!" Stiles whines to himself as the trio begins to look for a way into the club. "All right, maybe there's a window we could climb through, or some kind of-" Stile's mindless rambling was cut off by a handle dangling in his face. "Handle that
we could rip off with supernatural strength."

Snickering quickly to herself, Jaydra murmurs, "Lock picking would have been less noticeable."

"No time," Scott says, in serious mode.

The three walk into the club, and the first glance around, Jaydra could tell that this was no ordinary club. Given the fact that everyone in here was a guy and grinding upon each other, and the fact that Danny was gay, it was a clear indication that the
group was in a gay club. But Scott was a bit slow on the information gathering.

"Dude . . ." the teenage werewolf says, his eyes widening as he realizes where he is. "Everyone in here's a dude. I think we're in a gay club!" Scott turns to look at his best friend, Stiles, who was giving him a murderous glare.

"Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh, Scott?" Stiles snarls, surrounded by many men in drag, lovingly touching his shoulders and head.

Before she falls to the floor in laughter, Jaydra walks up to the bar. "Grey Goose, please," she orders, pulling out a fake ID. The bartender glances over the piece of plastic, then moves to make her drink.

Trying to follow Jaydra's lead, Stiles pipes up, "Two beers."

Just glancing at Stiles, the bartender holds out his hand for the IDs. After one glance over them, the bartender hands them back. "How about two cokes?"

"Rum and coke? Sure!" Stiles tries again, grinning. But the bartender wasn't moving from his stand point, and Stiles quickly backs down. "Two cokes are fine. I'm driving anyways!" And as the bartender moves away, Stiles glares at Jaydra. "How'd you do
that?!"

"Hunting life, kid," she says, smirking and holding up her fake ID. "Who knew hunting monsters that'll kill you will put years on your face."

"I hate you," Stiles says.

Jaydra grins and pulls him into a side hug. "You love me."

But the fun times were quickly ending as Stiles glances over the club and spots Danny. "Found him."

Scott's eyes, which snaps up to the ceiling, locks on a target. "And I found Jackson. Get Danny out of here, Stiles."

"I'm going to the back and circle the crowd," Jaydra says and pushes through the dancing bodies and begins her prowling.

But during her movements, someone grabs her arm. Turning on the figure, Jaydra's eyes widen as she sees Derek standing there.

"Get out," he orders, his eyes shining red.

"Not without Danny and my friends," Jaydra says, standing her ground against Derek. Sure, he's her boyfriend and Alpha, but she won't just abandon her friends.

Growling at her, Derek's eyes scan the area again, before swooping in and attacking Jackson. But the altercation merely lasted moments as the Kanima escapes out of the club. As does Derek.

But in the wake of the Kanima, paralyzed bodies line the floor. Danny's included.

ITSWYG

Turns out, Jackson only made it to the cars, since the wounds Derek inflicted were too much for the Kanima to stand. So, the teenagers move Jackson into Stiles' jeep.

"So why do I get to sit back here with Sir Nakedness?" Jaydra asks, glancing at the out cold, and very much naked, Jackson.

"Because you're our best defense if he wakes up," Stiles says, behind the steering wheel.

Quickly, Scott climbs back into the car after he speaks with Danny. "Couldn't get anything out of Danny."

Nodding and turning the engine over on the jeep, Stiles was ready to peel out of the parking lot. "Let's just get the hell out of here now before one of my dad's deputies sees me!"

But just as the trio was about to leave, the sheriff himself pulls right in front of said jeep. "Oh, my God . . . Could this get any worse?!" the teenager says, rubbing his forehead.

"Uhhhhh . . ." groans an unconscious Jackson.

"THAT WAS RHETORICAL!" Stiles snaps, turning back to look at the sheriff, who motions for his son and Jaydra.

The two easily climb out of the jeep and walk over to said Sheriff.

"Hey . . ." Jaydra says, giving John a slight salute.

"What are you two doing here?" he asks, rubbing his forehead.

"What do you mean what are we doing here? It's a club . . ." Stiles states, rubbing the back of his neck. "We were clubbing . . . You know . . . at the club . . ."

Glancing over at the ambulance where all the victims lay, and then the name of the club, John looks back at his, obviously, lying son. "Not exactly your type of club."

Stiles' eyes widen as he struggles to keep the lie going. "Um—Well, dad, there's a conversation that we-"

John quickly cuts his son off. "You're not gay."

"Wha . . . I could be!" Stiles quickly says, as if slightly offended at the quick judgment.

Raising an eyebrow, the Sheriff motions to his sons clothing. "Not dressed like that." And as Stiles begins to stutter out another lie, John cuts him off. "This is the second crime scene that you two just happened to have shown up on. And at this point,
I've been fed so many lies, I'm not sure I know the kids standing in front of me. Now, what the hell is going on, Jaydra?"

"Okay, you really want the truth?" the youngest Winchester asks, crossing her arms. "The truth was that Danny was really bummed out after breaking up with his boyfriend, okay? And he was set on coming out to this club. So, Scott, Stiles, and I all came
with him to make sure that he didn't do anything he'd regret, get taken advantage of, or get drunk."

John stares as Jaydra "explains" why they were there, and a soft smile spreads across his face. "Well . . . that's really good of you guys. You're good friends."

And with that, the sheriff let them leave the said crime scene.

"Okay, you have got to teach me how to lie like that," Stiles says as they get into the jeep, and driving off as they plan what to do with Sir Naked-Ass.

"Uh, what about keeping him at your house?" Jaydra asks, rattling off ideas in the back of the jeep.

"Not with my mom there," Scott says, standing firm. "We need to take him somewhere we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him. Or long enough to convince him he's dangerous."

"I still say we kill him," Stiles voices from behind the steering wheel.

Looking over at his best friends, Scott sighs. "We're not killing him."

Groaning loudly, Stiles rattles his brain, until he snaps his fingers. "I got an idea."

"Does it involve breaking the law?" Scott asks, rubbing his head.

"By now," Jaydra starts, leaning up to look at the young beta, "don't you think that's a given?"

"I was trying to be optimistic," Scott counters.

Laughing slightly, Stiles pats Scott's shoulder. "Don't bother."

The plan? Jaydra helped Stiles hotwire an old-time prisoner transport armored truck and stuck Jackson in the back of it. Jackson was, clearly, not a happy camper.

"STILES! McCALL! WINCHESTER!" he screams, realizing he was handcuffed and trapped in an armored car. "I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!"

Grinning at the threats, Jaydra looks back at her best friends. "I think he's taking it rather well!"

ITSWYG

The following day, Jaydra attends school with Scott. Mostly with the idea that only one person should stay with Jackson. And today, that lucky person was Stiles.

Jaydra offered to stay behind, but with how violent Jackson was acting, Stiles opted to stay since he didn't hate Stiles as much as Jaydra or Scott.

After finishing up with her classes, Jaydra climbs into her red Skyline and races over to the pack warehouse, wanting to check up on Derek since the fight.

Walking into the building, Jaydra looks over and sees Derek resting in the old train car.

"Rough time?" she asks, leaning against the old door frame.

"You would know," Derek counters, a slight smirk on his face. "You were there."

Jaydra smiles and walks over, her green eyes scanning over Derek. "Seriously though, you okay?" she asks.

Smiling, Derek sits up with ease, his greenish-brown eyes locking with Jaydra's. "I'm fine," he says, leaning up and kissing her softly. "Promise. But how's Jackson?"

Still on cloud nine from the kiss, Jaydra takes a moment before answering. "He's secure, I guess you could say. And Stiles is keeping watch," she says, until her phone chimes with a text from Scott. "He wants to meet up. Learned something from Danny."

"Who?" Derek asks, raising an eyebrow.

Jaydra runs a hand through her sandy blonde hair, not really wanting to leave the warehouse, or her Alpha. "He's the guy we think Jackson was targeting last night, his best friend."

"That's cruel, even by Jackson's code," Derek muses, looking up at the ceiling in thought. "But go see what Scott found out, and keep me posted."

Nodding her head, Jaydra turns to leave, waving at the Alpha.

ITSWYG

The drive to the location of where Stiles hid the Police Transport van was a peaceful one, but the view of the cliff side was even more peaceful. Well . . . it would be if Jackson would stop promising death threats to everyone.

"Jackson had a tablet for Danny to fix," Scott explains, looking over the town of Beacon Hills, his chocolate brown eyes holding worry in them. "And if Jackson doesn't remember being the Kanima, he's definitely not going to remember stealing Danny's tablet."

Stiles runs his hand over his shaven head, confusion written all over his face. "But why would he steal the thing if he doesn't even know what's on it?"

"What if someone else took it?" Allison offers, looking at everyone else.

"Then we're not the only ones who know what he is," Jaydra says, the realization chilling her.

Scott rubs his face, a soft groan of frustration leaving him. "Then that means someone's protecting him . . ."

"Like the bestiary says, 'the Kanima seeks a friend', right?" Allison says.

Trying to grasp at the craziness of everything, Stiles holds his hands up. "Okay, hold on, let me see if I got this . . . Someone watches Jackson make a video of himself turning into the Kanima, and then just erases part of it so he wouldn't know? I mean,
who would do that?!"

"Someone wanting to protect him," Jaydra offers, trying to make sense of it all.

"There's something else," Scott says, making the rest of the group moan out. His chocolate brown eyes lock onto Stiles. "You said the only thing you found online about the Kanima is that it goes after murderers, right? What if that's actually true?"

"Can't be," Stiles says. "Tried to kill us all, remember? I don't know about you two," he says pointing at Scott and Allison, "But I haven't murdered anybody lately. Jaydra, I'm not too sure on,"

"Funny," Jaydra says, dryly. "My record's been clean for a while."

"That's not helping!" Stiles yells out, his eyes widening.

"Back on subject!" Scott says, rubbing his forehead. "I don't think Jackson was actually trying to kill any of us." The young beta looks over at his girlfriend, determination to prove himself right radiating off him. "Remember when we were at Isaac's
the first time? It just went right by us, didn't it?"

"You're right," Allison gasps out, her eyes wide. "It just ran off!"

"And it didn't kill you two in the mechanic's garage!" Scott reasons.

Stiles grasps at proof for his side of the argument, until he snaps his fingers. "Well, it tried to kill Jaydra, Derek, and me at the pool!"

Scott's eyes narrow slightly. "Did it? Or what if it was trying to keep you in?"

"Why do I feel so violated suddenly?" Jaydra asks, rubbing her arms and shivering.

"Because there's something else going on," Scott states, looking over the small group. "We don't know what it is . . . We don't know anything about what's going on with Jackson, or why someone's protecting him."

"All right, I got it," Stiles says, holding his arms up. "We kill Jackson. Problem solved."

"Can I second this motion?" Jaydra asks, raising her hand up.

"We're not killing Jackson," Scott growls out, pinching the bridge of his nose. "He risked his life for us. Against Peter, remember?"

"Yeah . . ." Jaydra mutters. "He's got a point. I mean, Jackson doesn't even know what he's even doing . . ."

"So, what?!" Stiles demands, looking around the group.

"So, I didn't either," the young werewolf says, patting his chest. "You remember when I almost killed you and Jackson?" Scott looks to Allison who nods her head. "I had someone to stop me. He has nobody."

Stiles throws his hands up into the air, as if to say, 'DUH!' "That's his own fault!"

"Doesn't matter. If we can save him, we will try," Scott decides, looking over at everyone.

"Agreed," Jaydra finally sighs out.

ITSWYG

After finally concluding that the pack was going to save Jackson, Jaydra left to collect her thoughts.

Walking through the woods, Jaydra hums softly to herself until her cellphone begins to buzz in her pocket.

"Hello?" she says, answering the call.

"Hey Jay," Sam's voice drifts through the speaker, making the younger sibling smile widely.

"Sam! Hey!" Jaydra greets. "What's up man?"

"Nothing good," Sam replies, sending a cold shiver down Jaydra's back. "Dean and I are being hunted by the FBI, some guy named Henriksen. But that's not it. Something's wrong with Dean."

Jaydra tries to swallow the lump in her throat, but having little success in it. "W-Why?"

"You know about the deal, don't you?" Sam accuses, but before Jaydra could confirm or deny, he continues. "He doesn't have the usual ten years, Jaydra. He has one."

"But . . . But that's . . .!" Jaydra stutters, trying to wrap her mind around this. "We have to stop this!"

"I'm working on it," Sam assures. "But where I'm with him all the time, I can't research it without him finding out. I need your help, and Bobby's too."

Jaydra wipes at her eyes and nods her head. "I'll find everything I can."

"I got to go," her brother says, hanging up the phone.

"FUCK!" Jaydra screams to the air, running back to where she parked her car.

"Jaydra?" Stiles asks, watching her dig through car. "Is everything okay?"

Jaydra's green eyes snap up at Stiles. "Where's the nearest crossroad?"

"Down that way, wh-" But Stiles was cut off when Jaydra runs past him, leaving the younger teen struggling to keep up. "Hey! Wait!"

Jaydra arrives to the crossroad, glancing around and standing in the center of the crossing points, burying a small tin box.

"What are you doing?" Stiles asks.

"My, my!" a new voice interrupts, making the two teens turning to look at the source of the voice. One terrified, and one pissed.

"Make this right!" Jaydra snarls to the visitor.

The said visitor stands the same height as Jaydra, the demon hosting inside a man, but the host was somewhere in his mid-late twenties. His hair was a dark red, matching the beard around his thin lips.

His red eyes sparkle mischievously as he watches Jaydra storm up. "Make what right? Oh! You mean Dean's deal?"

"The deal was ten fucking years, you asshole!" Jaydra screams, getting in the demon's face.

The demon tosses his head back and cackles madly. "That's the original deal, but Dean was offered one special. No take backs, and one year on this earth. In just a few more months, and your brother's soul is ours, Jaydra. You. Can't. Save. Him," the demon
hisses, before disappearing.

"I would love to ask what the hell all that was, Jay," Stiles says, grabbing the girl's arm. "But we have more pressing matters!"

Shoving his phone in her face, Jaydra's eyes widen at the words on the screen.

"JACKSON'S ESCAPED!"

ITSWYG

"Could today get any more fucking perfect?!" Jaydra screams as she sees the empty van where Jackson was being held.

"I have to tell my father," Allison says, looking at her secret boyfriend. "He's going to kill someone if I don't."

"Tell him," Scott says, his nerves shot. "Tell him everything."

Stiles pats his friends shoulder. "Mine too. We have to tell dad . . ."

Chocolate brown eyes go back from the van to his friends, and Scott hangs his head. "This is all my fault . . ."

"It's not," Allison defends. "But we have to tell them . . . We're just a bunch of teenagers. We can't handle this."

Jaydra bites her inner cheek at the words, but silently agrees. This is getting way out of hand.

"How are you going to make your dad believe all this?" Allison asks Stiles as the group begins to file into different vehicles.

"He'll believe me," Scott assures.

The drive to the sheriff station was a quick one, and the three teens stand in front of one of the deputies working that night.

"Could you buzz us in?" Stiles asks. "I got to see my dad."

The deputy does as they request, but the sheriff is waiting for the three of them, a stern look on his face. As if he was expecting them.

"Scott, Jaydra, Stiles," he greets each teen, his eyes hard and dark. "Perfect timing. Have you met Jackson's father, Mr. David Whittemore? Esquire?"

Sitting in one of the interrogation rooms was an older man, his dark hair beginning to grey.

But beside the older man, sat Jackson in all his smug glory. "Esquire means Lawyer."

"Fuck . . ." Jaydra mutters to herself, her green eyes glaring at Jackson.

"And I have someone who wants to speak to Jaydra," David Whittemore says, motioning to a black man in an FBI uniform, who was standing on the opposite side of the wall.

"Hello, Jaydra," the man says. "I'm Victor Henriksen. I'm sure your brothers warned you about me."

"OH, FUCK ME!"