It's the Same Wherever You Go

Chapter Thirty

Full Moon Party

Jaydra lays back on the her bed, holding her phone above her face, scrolling through text messages, when a ding rings out. Glancing at her messages, Jaydra clicks on the symbols and sighs as she sees a message from Derek. The boyfriend whom she hasn't talked to in six days, but it felt like months to the hunter.

Opening the text message, Jaydra rolls her eyes.

[Am I still in the dog house?]

Jaydra snickers at the question. "Is that supposed to be a very bad joke?" she asks herself, and sends that exact text back to him.

Derek didn't wait too long to respond. [Hey, I'm getting a text back. I'm counting that as a win.]

Jaydra's eyes roll again as she reads his response.

"Don't," she says aloud, texting her thoughts. "I'm still royally pissed off at you."

[Making a mental note now to change your name in my phone to Her Royal Highness, Queen Jaydra,] was Derek's answer.

"You're not funny."

[I'm hysterical.]

Even though she's trying to find a reason to keep a smile away from her face, it doesn't happen. It's not often someone gets to see the soft, and funny, side to Derek.

Before she could come up with another witty remark to the Alpha, her phone dings again. This time carrying a more serious message.

[I have to ask,] Derek begins, [where do we stand? Is there even a we anymore?]

Scanning over the letters, Jaydra sighs as her fingers fly over the keys, typing out her answer.

"We are still a we," she states. "The jacket in the face wasn't a break up, Derek. I just needed some space, okay?" After sending that text, she follows up with, "I went into hunter mode after what you said, and some things were said that I shouldn't have . . ."

[I'm glad you did.]

Blinking at her phone, the response was instant. "You're glad I said my brain was basically telling me to shoot you in the face? Jeez, what a romantic . . ."

Derek's words came to her phone, and Jaydra could almost hear the sound of the Alpha's voice. [I realized how bad of a move that was on my part when you said that, but you have to know it was instinctual.] The phone goes off with another ding, Derek's next message coming through. [Same thing that happened with your head. We both have instincts that contradict each other, Jay.]

The words made a stone sit in Jaydra's stomach. Even though they got through this fight, what's going to happen when they butt heads in the future? Would she even be able to forgive him then? Or would he forgive her?

Trying to push the words out of her head, Jaydra sends the Alpha a goodnight text and rolls over in her bed, trying to ignore her Inner Jaydra and the outcomes it's making

ITSWYG

The next few days pass with relative ease, until Scott asks Jaydra to accompany him to a meeting with Derek.

The drive to the den was pretty quiet for the two friends, and the arrival at the abandoned train yard was met with enough tension to be cut by a knife.

But that tension was quickly severed when Derek broke the bad ass stereotype he made for himself around Scott by pulling Jaydra in a tight hug.

The meaning of the hug was crystal clear to anyone who seen it. It was an apology.

But still, the young beta couldn't pass up the opportunity to tease the older Alpha. "When did you get all touchy-feely?"

The comment flies under Derek's radar as he goes onto more pressing matters. "We need a new plan," he began, "because next time, one of us is going to be too hurt to heal."

Scott lets out a groan of frustration. "I get it. We can't save Jackson!"

"We can't seem to kill him either," Derek says, running a hand through his black hair. "I've seen a lot of things, Scott. I've never seen anything like this."

Jaydra steps up as well. "And with every new moon, he's going to keep getting stronger."

"Then how do we stop him?" Scott demands.

Shrugging his shoulders, Derek responds, "I don't know."

"I don't even know if we can, pup," Jaydra says, her green eyes holding an internal conflict. She wanted to save everyone, but there are some cases when that can't be done. Maybe Jackson is that kind of case.

But Scott's suggestion surprises both her and Derek.

"Maybe we should just let the Argents handle this."

Derek shakes his head, his hand running through his head as he let out a deep sigh. "No, I'm the one who turned him." His eyes glaring down. "It's my fault."

"But you didn't turn him into that!" Jaydra says, moving her arms to gesture to the door, miming to the fact Jackson was still out there. "I mean, this happened because of something in his past, right?"

The Alpha's gaze moves to her. "That's just a legend in a book, it's not that simple."

Even though the conversation was on the serious side, Jaydra couldn't stop the deadpan look that comes across her face. "That's literally how I've spent the last three years of my life hunting, Derek."

But her comment was ignored when Scott begins to eye Derek, almost suspiciously. "What are you not telling me?"

Derek's head snaps over to the young beta. "Why do you think I'm always keeping something from you?" he growls deeply, flashes of red coming across his eyes.

"Because you always keep something from me!" Scott counters, his eyes shinning a very light gold color.

"Maybe I do it to protect you."

Baring his teeth slightly, Scott demands, "Doesn't me being a part of your pack mean no more secrets?!"

Staring down the beta, Derek lets out another deep sigh. "Go home, Scott. Sleep . . . Heal . . . Make sure your friends are safe." The Alpha turns to walk away. "Because the full moon's coming, and with the way things are going, I've got a feeling it's going to be a rough one."

Scott huffs in anger, turning to leave . . . But Jaydra still stands there when Derek glances back.

"You know, I can't be persuaded by a few words from that smooth mouth," Jaydra says, grinning darkly as Derek's face turns a bright red. "What's really going on?"

Forcing his blush down, Derek looks away. "I just have a bad feeling about this, Jaydra." He glances over at the hunter, an uncertainty in his eyes. "Like Jackson isn't going to be our only problem."

And usually when this Alpha has a bad feeling about something, then something bad is almost guaranteed to happen.

Letting out a guttural groan, Jaydra rubs at her head. "Can this get any worse?!" Just as the words leave her mouth, the blonde snaps her head up to the ceiling, shouting, "And God, before you decide 'Let me prove her wrong', IT WAS RHETORICAL!"

ITSWYG

After yelling at the sky about fairness, Jaydra decided to stick around the den to see how the young betas were coming along with their training, and helping them prep for the full moon.

Derek walks over to a small crate that's sitting against one of the pillars. Opening up said crate, the hunter's trained eyes immediately zero in on the spiral that was intentionally burned into the top of the crate. Purely intentional. The burn was a spiral, identical to the one tattooed on Derek's back.

The sight of the spiral made a small tug in Jaydra's body. Something that told her, "That will be tattooed on you one day".

The young hunter has only one tattoo, that matches Sam and Dean, that no one really knows about. The tattoo was an anti-possession tattoo to keep them save from any demon possessions.

The thought of her brothers make Jaydra's eyebrows furrow in thought as she thinks back to Dean's deal. The single year that he gets from the deal for saving Sam's life, was slowly dwindling by. And Jaydra wasn't helping at all.

She constantly calls Sam and Dean, begging them to let her help them, but they both say the same thing.

"You have your own issue, Jay," was the first part of the same answer. "Take care of your pack, and get that Kanima. We'll deal with this."

Even with the constant assurance, the female hunter could shake the anxiety that constantly pops up, telling her she's not doing enough to save her brother.

But before Jaydra could walk down that familiar road, Isaac voices his question, breaking her train of thought.

"What is that?" the young teen asks, pointing to the spiral at the top of the crate.

"It's a triskele," Boyd voices, crossing his arms. "Spirals mean different things . . . Past, present, future . . . Mother, father, child . . ." Boyd voice trails off.

Derek grins slightly, proud that Boyd knows what the symbol means. "You know what it means to me?"

Jaydra jumps in, grinning. "Alpha, Beta, Omega." It wasn't a question.

Nodding, Derek points to the spiral. "It reminds us that we can all rise to one, or fall to another." Derek reaches up and points to the top spiral, and goes down as he speaks, "Betas can become Alphas, but alphas can fall to betas, and even omegas."

"Like Scott?" Isaac asks, the sneer clear in his voice.

At the tone, Jaydra turns to look at Isaac, glaring at him. "Scott is with us."

"Really?" Isaac growls, growing bold. "Then where is he now?"

Derek stands up, a red flare sparking in his eyes again. "He's looking for Jackson," Derek says, before sighing softly, letting his anger cool. "Don't worry, he's not going to have it easy tonight either. None of us will."

Jaydra glances outside, seeing the sun begin to lower more and more. The full moon will be here soon. As she watches the sun slowly move down, Derek's voice continues behind her.

"There's a price you pay for this kind of power." Derek kneels back down by the crate, pulling out some chains. "You get the ability to heal, but tonight you're going to want to kill anything you can find."

Erica crosses her arm, a sly smile on her face. "Good thing I had my period last week."

Reaching down, Jaydra pulls out a another restraint that goes over someone's head with screws that screw in. "That's why this one's for you."

Boyd's head snaps over to look at Jaydra. "Wait, how did you know . . .?"

"I'm a hunter," the sandy blonde haired hunter says, running her hand through her hair. "I've been in other werewolf dens, and these are typically used on the females that can't control their change. They're deadly when the full moon and their period come in sync."

Jaydra smirks seeing Boyd and Isaac turn a slight shade of green. Turning away from everyone, Jaydra throws her hand up and waves as she begins to walk out of the abandoned station.

"Have fun, pups. I have a birthday party to get ready for."

ITSWYG

Today was Lydia Martin's birthday, and she was having a huge party tonight.

Knowing how the red head was, Jaydra planned to wear a dress tonight. It was simplier than hearing Lydia complain that she just wore her shirts and jeans again.

Digging through her closet the night before, Jaydra actually found a mint green dress that stops just below her thighs. The entire dress was mint green, but the top of the dress have a layer of lace over the material. Beautiful.

So, after arriving back at the Stilinski household, Jaydra walks inside, and notices Stiles flipping through a year book from two thousand and six.

"Did you find anything?" she asks, leaning against the door frame.

"No . . ." Stiles grumbled.

Sheriff John Stilinksi, who just got home, looking over to his son as he walks up behind Jaydra. "What are you doing?"

Stiles' answer was immediate. "Homework."

But that lie didn't fool the Sheriff. "It's spring break, what are you really doing?" Walking over, his eyes narrow in on the yearbook, and he turns a cold look at his son. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Satisfying my own curiosity."

Rubbing his eyes in aggravation, John continues, "We brought Harris in this morning."

"And?" Stiles urges.

"And they're working on an warrant to arrest him for the murders," the Sheriff says, crossing his arms.

But that didn't ease Stile's curiosity. "For all of them?"

"Enough of them," was the sheriff's response.

Jaydra finally steps in with a question of her own, "With what proof?"

"Remember the couple at the trailer?" When the two teens nod at the question, he continues, "Tire tracks nearby match Harris' car."

Narrowing her eyes at the Sheriff, Jaydra voices again, "But that's enough evidence . . . It could be someone trying to frame Harris . . ."

As if he knew the question was coming, John held up his hand. "The same car was also seen outside the hospital where the pregnant wife was killed, and it's got some bumper sticker on it . . . Some quote from Einstein."

Stiles' eyes widen at the information. "Wait, what quote?"

"Something about imagination and knowledge," John states.

Standing up from his desk, Stiles began to pace, reciting the quote. "Imagination is more important than knowledge . . ." Looking up at his dad, Stiles says, "I saw the same car parked outside the rave."

Jaydra rubs her neck. "And I thought I caught a glimpse of him inside . . ."

Looking between his son and Jaydra, the Sheriff points to them, "That makes you both witnesses, and you're going to have to give a statement."

Rubbing her face, Jaydra tries to get her thoughts together as Stiles continues with his own theory.

"But what about the concert promoter, Kara? She wasn't in Harris' class, right?" he asks, to which the sheriff shakes his head. "And what does Mr. Lahey have to do with Harris?"

"It doesn't matter," John states. "The tire tracks put Harris at the site of three murders, and that's damning evidence."

Stiles growls out in frustration, still pacing in the room. "It's not enough!"

Watching in amazement at the state his son was in, the sheriff asks, "I thought you hated this guy . . ."

Stiles' waves his hand in a dismissive motion. "I don't hate him, he hates me . . . And if he'd killed them all, then yeah, lock the psycho up . . ." Stiles sits back down and looks at the yearbook again. "But something's missing . . ."

Flipping through the pages, Jaydra's eyes widen and slams her hand down on a random page. "Oh my god!" she gasps out, pointing to one of the pictures. "Look at the swim team!"

Stiles' eyes widen. "Dad . . . The coach . . ." But John was way ahead of him.

"It's Isaac's dad."

ITSWYG

After two hours, one hour getting ready for the party, the other talking about the new piece of evidence in the case, Jaydra and Stiles finally appear in front of the Martin household.

As they walk up to the door, Jaydra helps Stiles get his giant present for Lydia.

"You couldn't get her something smaller, huh?" she teases Stiles. "You crazy in love kid!"

"Shut up!" Stiles says, looking up at the door as Lydia opens the door. "Happy birthday!"

Stiles begins to try and get the present in the house, to Jaydra's amusement.

"Back up and I'll help you get it in," Jaydra says, grabbing an end of the present.

Growing bored of the interaction, Lydia turns to leave, but calls out behind her, "Don't forget to try the punch."

Stiles and Jaydra lay their presents on the table, and then go to find Scott, who they had called and informed about the picture they found in the yearbook.

"Have you seen Jackson anywhere?" Stiles asks, when they find the young beta.

Shaking his head, Scott looks a bit hopeful. "Seen Allison?"

"No, but we need to tell her about what we found," Jaydra says, refering to the swim team photo.

"We think that it has something to do with water," Stiles explains to Scott. "You know the fact that all the victims were on the swim team, the way the Kanima reacted around the pool . . ."

Scott listens to the information before crossing his arms. "So, whoever's controlling the Kanima really hates the swim team?"

"I don't think it's the swim team in genreal," Jaydra voices, leaning against the porch pillar. "I think it's just those specific people from the two thousand and six team."

As the three friends continue to talk about the clues that they were given, they look up when a black-haired girl walks up to them. Allison.

"So, Jackson's not here," she says, glancing around the barren backyard.

"No one's here," Stiles clarifies.

Always the optimist, Scott offers, "Maybe it's just early . . ."

"Or maybe nobody's coming because Lydia's turned into the town whackjob!"

"Geez, Stiles, way to be subtle," Jaydra says, snorting a chuckle.

Allison sighs, her hands going to play with her hair. "Well, we have to do something, because we've completely ignored her for the past two weeks . . ."

Scott was quick on a rebuttal. "She completely ignored Stiles the past ten years."

"Okay, when did we enter a roast battle, because all of you guys are going down," Jaydra says, her chuckles turning into more audible laughter.

"We don't owe her a party," Scott says.

Allison wasn't backing down from this. "What about the chance to get back to normal?"

Scott sighs softly and rubs the back of his neck. "I guess I could use my co-captain status to get the Lacrosse team here . . ."

"I have a few friends I can call from the drama and theater group . . ." Jaydra says, pulling out her phone.

"You're in drama and theater?!" Stiles gasps out, looking at Jaydra with wide eyes.

"Did you seriously forget that I was a dancer before I became this bad ass hunter you see before you?"

When she receives no answer, Jaydra grins and calls up the first of the friends she's inviting to Lydia's party.

ITSWYG

It wasn't even thirty minutes later when the Martin backyard was thriving with multiple people at the birthday party.

Finally getting Lydia back into the groove of the life of the party, gave Jaydra a small satisfying feeling of helping her friend.

Jaydra walks over to a four member group of people standing by the pool, carrying five glasses of punch for everyone.

The four people were the ones she invited to Lydia's party.

The first person she gives punch to was Dimitri McRee, who was another dancer in the theater group. Jaydra thinks of this man as the closest thing to a perfectionist that she can be friends with. When Dimitri's not on stage, he's a normal human being. But when those lights come on? Watch out world, he can be a dictator when it comes to dance routines.

"Thanks," Dimitri says, taking the glass from Jaydra.

The second person to receive punch was a director for the school plays, Raven Keller. Raven was the definition of a prep in Beacon Hills High School. Blonde, blue eyed, the whole package. But that's where the similarites end.

Raven knew that the world wasn't going to be handed to her on a silver platter, she was going to have to work for it. And work for it she does.

Handing Raven her glass, Jaydra takes notice that this is one of the rare times she isn't wearing her at minimum four inch heels. Now, why this was so shocking was, Raven was at least six foot three, but that didn't stop her from wearing even higher heels.

This girl knew she was good at what she did, and she was going to walk with her head held high.

The next two people were Abel Creed and Caleb Maddox, two stage hands, and back up dancers, that help make the magic happen behind the scenes.

Abel was curvier than most girls in the drama and theater club, and Jaydra was absolutely in love with her. Abel was going to prove to the world that curvier girls can dance just as well as the men and skinny girls.

Abel hasn't been in the theater group long, but she seems to have clicked with everyone quickly.

Caleb was very similar to Abel in this sense. Everyone got along with Caleb, and he was a very depentant friend that you can always call.

"Thank all of you guys for coming!" Jaydra says, getting the last of the drinks out before continuting to sip on her punch.

"A personal invite to Lydia's birthday party?" Raven scoffs. "How could we pass it up!"

"How did you score an invite here, anyway?" Abel asks, sipping on her punch.

Shrugging, Jaydra suggests, "I think it's because of my status on the lacross team."

The five friends sit there and gossip about a few thing when Jaydra's eyes widen as she sees Jackson standing at the corner of the house, before disappearing.

"Hey, I'll be right back . . ." the hunter says, moving away from the group.

Jaydra looks around for Jackson, but she can't find the elusive teen. Taking another drink of the punch, she rounds the corner of the house, only to let out a loud gasp.

Around the corner stands John Winchester.

"D-Dad?" she gasps, taking a shaky step back. "But you're dead . . ."

His brown eyes narrow in dangerously at Jaydra, his mouth turning into a sneer. When he finally speaks, it's full of hatred and anger.

"I haven't been dead for a year and you're already breaking all the codes I beat into your head?"

Jaydra flinches at the word 'beat', remembering how John wouldn't hesitate to beat lessons into his children. There were days when Jaydra carried his lessons, leaving scars as reminders for what to correctly do in a hunt.

"The hell kind of kid did I raise?" her father continues, stepping towards Jaydra again. "Maybe you need some reality knocked into you."

Snapping his fingers, John grins sadistically as bodies appear in front of Jaydra.

"This isn't real!" Jaydra says, rubbing at her eyes, but the bodies continue to fall.

Stiles appears on the ground, three slashes across his neck, to the point where his head very nearly rolling away from his body.

Scott was the next. In his body, there was a gaping hole where one of Scott's eyes should have been. But it was replaced by a large, gaping, hole where someone shot him. But that wasn't the worst. The eye socket was the entry hole. The back of Scott's head was missing from the clear gun shot wound.

More and more bodies begin to appear, each one worse than the last.

Dimitri.

Caleb.

Erica.

Boyd.

Abel.

Raven.

Lydia.

Allison.

Isaac.

Each body fell closer and closer to the terrified Jaydra as they appeared.

The final body falls directly in front of her in multiple pieces. The body was completely mutilated, and the scream that falls from Jaydra's mouth was deafening.

The final body was Derek Hale, his normally bright, greenish-brown eyes, glossed over and blank.

John Winchester, who suddenly appears beside the youngest hunter, leans close to her ear, whispering, "If you keep up this life style, Jaydra, you will cause the death of your friends."

Tears began to fall down Jaydra's face.

"And I will make sure Derek dies directly in front of you."

Jaydra tears her green eyes from Derek, looking over at her father. "You can't . . ." The young hunter's voice was weak, breaking with each syllable.

"Where the fuck did I go wrong with raising you?" John yells at her, pacing around her. "To let you fall so far as to fall in love with a fucking werewolf!"

Jaydra's green eyes widen as she listens to John. And in that moment, she realises that he's right. She loved Derek. This realization make even more tears fall down her face as she looks down at Derek's lifeless eyes.

"You're no Winchester. You're not my fucking daughter."

"SHUT UP!" the sandy blonde haired hunter screams, falling to her knees. The fall puts her almost face-to-face with Derek's mutilated body. Another scream rips out of her, this time of anguish.

Jaydra gasps as she felt ice cold water splash over her head. The sudden shock makes the dead bodies and John Winchester disappear.

In front of her stand Stiles and Scott, perfectly fine and well. That soildified what she was trying to tell herself for the last few moments. It was all an hallucination. Nothing he said was true. That really wasn't her father. That wasn't her father. That wasn't John Winchester.

"H-How?" Jaydra asks, finally finding her voice. But before she gets an answer, Jaydra glances down and notices the wolfsbane petals that are floating in her punch. "Hallucinations caused by wolfsbane?"

"Dude, I can't find Lydia," Stiles says, written across his face. "And anyone who drank that stuff, they're freaking out."

"Wait," Jaydra says, slowly standing up. "Lydia did this? How?"

"I don't know," Scott says, looking around. "But we need to get out of-"

Scott's statement was cut off by a loud slew of screams. The three teenagers look over to see four other teenagers pulling Matt, the photographer for the school's yearbook, toward the pool. And the sound of his voice? Panicked and desperate.

"I CAN'T SWIM!" he screams, fighting as hard as he could against his captors. "NO! NO! NO! STOP! I CAN'T SWIM!"

But it was all in vain, since the teenagers push him in anyway.

Matt continues to scream that he couldn't swim as he tries desperately to get out of the pool. The three teens move to go help the photographer, but stop when they see none other than Jackson Whittemore grabbing Matt's shirt and roughly pull him out.

The group's mouth fell open as they all put the pieces of the puzzle together.

"What are you looking at?!" Matt snaps at them, before moving to leave.

Jaydra takes two steps after him, only to stop when a random kid begins to yell.

"PARTY'S OVER! THE COPS ARE HERE!"

Looking back to where Matt disappeared, Jaydra mutters under her breath, "And we just found our puppeteer."

ITSWYG

Author's Note:

I KNOW SEASON SIX REVEALED THE SHERIFF'S REAL NAME! I know it's Noah now, but since I've been working on this, he's became John Stilinski to me. And Noah seems strange, but if you guys want me to continue calling him John, or rather me call him Noah from here on out, let me know.

Or you can do what I'm doing, and using the headcanon that Noah is his middle name and his full name is John Noah Stilinski, this way everyone's right!

Let me know in PMs or Reviews.

Thanks!

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