A/N: Offensive Language
A/N: Borrowing characters from Killing eve and "Damages" and "Son's of Anarchy"
A/N: Lyrics in Bold "I'm a mess" by Bebe Rexha
I'm a mess, I'm a loser
I'm a hater, I'm a user
I'm a mess for your love, it ain't new
I'm obsessed, I'm embarrassed
I don't trust no one around us
I'm a mess for your love, it ain't new
"I see Mason's finally using the perk of our free gym. You know, as much as I despise darkies. I'd give him the honor of sampling my dick. He's not like those ghetto blacks that you see on TV and he looks he'd try in bed, you know?" Jackson said staring into space, while nudging a pencil against his nose.
All of his colleagues look at him in time warp confusion.
"Jackie…...please don't make me have to send you to HR!" Stiles whines.
"We asked you about the invoices Jackson" Scott quickly changes the subject. "That's….why you're here?"
Theo rolls his eyes, so far back into his head, Stiles looked at him like he was having a seizure. He understood that Jackson and Scott went back a long way, but this was ridiculous. Sure the Chimera himself was abrasive, and rubbed people up the wrong way. However this Jackson Whittlemore was a whole new level of other worldly slime, that even made him cringe. He was high school bully that clearly never grew up. It didn't help that his current target was Mason, a newbie fresh out of law school and the unaware object of Theo's jagged affection.
After the meeting he was able to have a casual chit chat with Stiles as they got ready for their next meeting.
"So, you're just gonna Whittlemore rag on the intern?" Theo asks, getting himself a cup of water from the machine.
"He doesn't look it, but he's harmless" Stiles shrugs, going over to talk to Liam and Scott.
The supernatural begs to differ, he can't prove it, but he knows that "Jackie" is going to get worse.
To get a little closer to Mason, and show him that he wasn't a complete asshole, Theo shows up, outside his office a couple of days later, with morning coffee. With a disturbed squint, he smelled someone entirely different. Before he eyes met the figure, it had leaped over the desk and landed by the door.
"What…..what are you doing in Mason's office?"
"Just helping him out with that infamous case you've got going on" Jackson nods.
"That's funny, cause you sure as hell didn't study law"
"Unlike you, I don't have to. Some Supernaturals are just naturally gifted. Tell Dr Zauis I said hi" He walks past him without a care. A quick google search of that name confirmed that Jackson was still a piece of shit. It isn't long that Theo finally stumbles on what this morning was about. He can hear Mason talking to Lori in the kitchen.
"So I've fucked up, the disc. It's gone!"
"No, the Frobisher disc, I thought you said you had it locked!"
"I did!"
"You said I was the only one who knew about it!" Lori whispers.
"You are!….Well...were. Lori I literally had your hot brother attach two locks. Stiles is going to want that DVD with all the extra trimmings. I said I had something big!" Mason whines.
"We'll find it" Lori says with determination.
"Why do I feel like someone else found my treasure first?" The human sighs. If Mason had been next to him, he probably would have given him a hug. He sounded so defeated. A ping of their inbox revealed that there was some very special news coming this Friday. It was also company picture day, to be hosted by the one and only Jackson Whittlemore.
FRIDAY
"A little Drunkie, bit uhh...hey it's Friday!" Stiles yells waving the mirco-phone. "So we've got a few announcements! Elena's pregnancy Congrats! Oksana's baby shower! Hey wouldn't it be funny if Oksana and Elena were pregnant by the same dude!"
"Stiles!" Scott protests
"I'll go on to the main event! Jackson! Get up here!" He asked. Jackson walks up with a smug sense of pride and Theo sighs and shoves his hands in his pockets. "Our Contractor here, has found the DVD on the Frosbisher case! The information is so explosive and will be a HUGE freaking win for us! So everyone raise your glasses to Jackie!"
"Ah Stop! Stiles it was a team effort!" Jackson smirks.
"Bullshit! To JACKSON WHITTLEMORE! Stiles shouts.
"To Jaaaackson!" The crowd shouts back and applauds.
"Okey Dokie! Now get your smoking hot ass down there and let's get IN this company photo!" Stiles said jumping over both steps to get everyone together. While Danny, the photographer and Jackson's best friend was getting his equipment ready, people were getting into groups. As The chimera reluctantly shuffled next to Corey, he could hear a quiet, yet disturbing conversation creeping out.
"Whoa...Mr Whittlemore, can you take your hands off my ass please?" Mason's asking. The slap of hand against fabric made Theo's eyes glow with anger.
"I can put my hands wherever the fuck I want. Come on Mase, don't act like you don't want it. You know my dick will be the highlight of your sad, pathetic..."
Jackson would have finished the sentence except Theo's fist blocked the words Then His fist, and his leg, feet and then claws. Everyone in human form tries to pull them away from each other, which Jackson growls at before using old strength to grab Theo and throw him against the wall. Before Theo's even landed his claws are sinking into the former Lacrosse players forearm, and most of Jackson's pack start to howl...
"GENTS PLEASE! NO POWERS EVERYONE!" Stiles shouts.
"SECURITY! Theo what the hell are you doing?" Scott asks. "Attacking people for no goddamn reason!" Scott yells, as Theo pushed away an embarrassed Jax and Corey.
"Get off! What am I doing? Since your little Lacrosse suck up has been here, he's been fucking POISON!" Theo yells. "He was using this photo-op to get his dirty paws all over Mason, I can't believe YOU didn't hear it!"
"That's nonsense! SECURITY!" Jackson barks.
"That Frobisher DVD that you're blowing him over, he STOLE that from Mason's desk! You know, he's a thief and a fucking liar!" Stiles is directing everyone out through the fire exit as Scott shakes his head.
"Theo, security will guide you out. You can get a drink at the vending machine to calm down" Scott tells him.
"I won't calm the hell down! No-one can fucking turn in here, because it's a family company, but you'll let Jackson run around like A Micro dick Hitler! You're a hypocrite Scott!" Theo growls as he gets surrounded by security, now reaching for him. He holds his hands up in surrender and starts sulking towards the exit.
"He's only making this up because he wants to screw Mase! Go on deny it!" Jackson sneers. "Kiss goodbye to your little fuck buddy on your way out and kiss your job goodbye loser!"
It's been a week. A week of suspension without pay and Theo sitting on his ass, eating Krispy Kreme's for a healthy breakfast. He doesn't give a shit about the company, about his work reputation, about the cases he'll be leaving behind, the Frobisher case included. He doesn't give a fuck that Kira and Malia are trying to call him. His phones are switched off for the foreseeable future. Inbox unread, work laptop battery dead since the weekend. He doesn't give a shit about Stiles' warnings. His CEO Dad's video chat or Scott's request for a meeting. He's throwing it all away….
Wait….
THEY threw him away, for trying to do the right thing for once. Fuck them! He'd always hated picture day anyway. He's ordered yet another take away. Indian or Thai, he wasn't quite sure. He's got pineapple juice on his T-shirt but doesn't bother to wipe it damp. Delivery guys have seen worse. He opens the door disheveled and annoyed.
"Hey Theo! You've been ignoring everyone this week! Luckily delivery guys are easy to pay off!" His boss Scott, holds up the steamed bag of greasy food."Do you want your Sweet and Sour pork, with your Prawn Chow Mein with extra eggy fried rice?" He smiles.
"I'd rather starve Scott. Have a nice life!" Theo snarls as he slams the door in a confused Scott's face…..