We Were Soliders Once

by Dreamlessly17

They say you win some, you lose some. In the war against Heaven and Hell to stop the Apocolypse, the Winchesters won the war but lost a lot. Jameson and Dean must pick up the pieces of their lives and try to find their new normal. When picket fences can't hold them, they hit the road and find themselves entrenched in the crazy that is Beacon Hills.

4. Saving People, Playing Lacrosse?

Chapter Three: Saving People, Playing Lacrosse?

AN: Had a fire lit under me to get another chapter done, please enjoy. And don't forget to review!

~Carry On~

Monday, January 11th

Jameson's Perspective:

I spent my free period in the library catching up on the homework that I didn't do over the weekend. As it seemed like we were sticking around for some time, I didn't want anyone paying to close attention to me, which they would if I started failing.

While it took some convincing, I finally got Derek and Dean to agree to work together on solving Laura's murder and on figuring out who the new Alpha was. We spent all of Sunday trying to track the Alpha under the Argents' radar. So far, the guy hasn't made any moves since the night he bit Scott. And with everyone traipsing through the wood looking for the other half of Derek's sister any hope of clue had disappeared under regulation boot prints.

Luckily, Dean was able to get an appointment with the Sheriff for this afternoon. We are all hoping that we can get something out of it. But since the Sherriff wasn't looking for signs of the supernatural, who knows. My job was for the day was to stick close to Stiles and Scott. I was also given another task, one I care not to mention, as that conversation ended with me telling Derek off.

The bell rang signaling the end of the period, and I shoved my stuff into my backpack. I followed the crowd out the doors, letting the traffic push me along to my destination-English Class. Which I was quickly coming to detest. The book we were reading was something that I have already read for home school and it was a drag back then too.

"Jameson!" I heard someone called out. I looked up to see Stiles zigzagging through the hall. I pulled off to the side to wait for him. I made sure to put my slightly annoyed face on, because I was supposed to be mad that he ran off to help his best friend through the full moon. In truth though, I thought it was cool that he risked his life to do so. It's something I would have done for Dean.

"Hey, yeah, hey." Stiles greeted when he finally got to me. I couldn't fight the grin tugging the corner of my lips.

"Morning." I replied, starting to walk again.

"I just wanted," he began scratching the back of his neck, "to apologize again for ditching you. Scott was really sick, and his mom was working late at the hospital."

"Stiles, I told you it's fine."

"I know, but I still feel bad about it. So, I was wondering if you want to grab a pizza after practice?"

"Yeah, sure. I was actually going to see if I could another ride with you since Dean has an appointment with your Dad today."

"About the case?"

"Yeah, it's been a few days since they last spoke, so Dean was hoping there was some new information."

"I don't think Dad will be able to tell him much, their kind of stalled until the lab is finished with all of it's tests. And they still haven't found the other half of the body. Has your brother spoken to anyone outside of the police department? Like forest rangers or something?"

"Not yet," I said as we entered the classroom, "the rangers have some kind of gag order on them. And until, they release the identity of the body, he's kind of stuck."

"Ms. Cole. Mr. Stilinski if your done with your business I would like to begin class." Mr. Keller's voice cut through our moment. I rolled my eyes, while Stiles blushed.

"All yours, Mr. Keller." I quipped before winking at Stiles and took the seat behind his' usual seat. I realized too late that this seat put me right next to Allison Argent. And, at this point all of the other seats were taken.

Allison smiled at me, and I gave her a small nod in return. I turn to the other side to grab my book to avoid further interaction. I was helped by the unsuspecting Mr. Keller who began ordering us about. Then his help quickly turned sour. Once again, we needed to read and answer questions in pairs. Scott mad eye contact with Stiles before I could and secured him as his partner.

"Do you want to work together?" Allison asked softly. Not as much as I want to punch you.

"Sure," I answered, trying to contain the bile I could feal bubbling in my stomach. The last time I worked with an Argent, things did not turn out well.

"Great."

That's one word to describe the situation-Great. Great shiitake mushrooms. I know someone lurking outside who is probably loving this. We moved our desks together like the rest of the class and began working.

"Do you want to split these in half?" Allison asked, "I'll do the first four and you do the last four."

"Sounds good." I replied, not lying for one. That means less talking. I circled my questions and began jotting down answers.

"Did you read ahead?" my partner asked, noticing that I hadn't opened the book.

"I've read it before when I was homeschooled."

"Oh. Why did you decided to do public school this year?"

"My brother is in town on assignment, and I thought school would be more fun than staying in a motel room. You're new here too, aren't you? Why did you come to Beacon Hills?"

"My Dad's job moves us around a lot."

"Yeah, I know how that is." I said before going back my work. We worked in silence for some time, when Allison spoke up again.

"I was worried about you, with that Derek guy. Did you get home okay?

"Yeah, Derek's no—"

"Derek? Did you say Derek?" Stiles said, spinning around in his seat. Scott also twisted to look at us.

"Yea, he was the one who gave me a ride home from the party."

"HE WHAT?"

"Mr. Stilinski! Another outburst, and I will send you to the office." Mr. Keller intervened, "Now turn around and leave Ms. Argent and Ms. Cole alone."

"Yes, sir." Stiles agreed, spinning forward. He looked like he was working, so Allison and I thought it was safe to go back our assignment. After a moment, I hear Stiles say softly: "Why didn't you tell me that Derek was the one who took you home?"

"I didn't know, I was supposed to." I said, "Like I said, I got a ride, and it was no big deal. Why are you freaking out about this now?"

"Because I didn't know who drove you home."

"Isn't too soon to act like the overprotective boyfriend, Stiles?"

He flubbed around for a bit, more in frustration than in embarrassment, like I had hoped.

"I'm not being overprotective. I just don't trust the guy, there is something off about him."

"He said he was a friend of Scott's." Allison interjected. We both turned to her.

"He's not my friend." Scott added, speaking for the first time, "I just met him the other day."

"Well, that makes Friday night look even worse," I said after a period of awkward silence, "Stiles, one pizza date is not going to cut it anymore. I'm thinking at least three."

"That's fair." He said, "I'm just glad you both are all right."

As it seemed Stiles was finally done, I went back to my working sheet. I knew working with an Argent would bite me in the ass. If she wasn't really suspicious about Derek before, she definitely was going to be suspicious enough to tell her parents now. By the end of the day, Chris and Victoria would know Derek was in town. That is if they don't know about it already.

~Carry On~

Stiles' Perspective:

Where was Scott? Practice was about to start, and he was nowhere to be found. I swear if he was skipping practice after he made first line to stalk Allison, I really was going to punch him in the face.

Whatever! I needed to get to the field. I refilled my water bottle and started towards the back when I saw Scott leaning on his gear locker, half dressed. And he wasn't looking so hot.

"Did Allison finally stop dodging you?" I asked him.

"Yeah." He answered, sounding as off as he looked.

"Did you apologize?"

"Yeah?"

"Is she giving you another chance, or…?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah? Alright! So, if everything's good, how come you don't sound…happier?"

"Because everything is not good." He answered.

"What do you mean "everything is not good"?" I asked, leaning against the locker

"Remember..." he started, pausing to take a quick look around, "the hunters? Her dad is one of them."

"He dad?" I asked in confusion.

"Shot me." Scott replied, sounding like he was on the verge of panicking. We burst through the back door to the fields.

"Allison's father?" I asked, this time a little bit louder.

"With a crossbow."

"Allison's father?" I tried again, hoping that this messed-up nightmare of a situation really wasn't my life.

"Yes! Her father." Scott snapped, before sliding down his locker, "Oh my god. Oh my god!"

"No, no. Scott snap back," I said pulling him back up, "Did he recognize you?"

"No. N-no, I don't think so."

"Does she know about him?"

"Oh yeah," he said like the thought just occurred to him that his possible girlfriend wanted to kill him, "I-I don't think so. What if she does? This is going to kill me, man. Wh-"

"Okay, let's just focus on lacrosse. Okay?"

"I can't, man. I can't." Scott replied, still very much panicking. I hear the sound of Coach's whistle, and knew I needed to give Scott a push. I grabbed the rest of the gear and shoved it into his arms.

"Take this, and focus on lacrosse for now, okay? That is all you have do."

"Lacrosse." Scott said in some form of agreement.

"That's right," I said clapping both his arms, "Here we go."

I race outside, not wanting to get on Coach's bad side. Even if you are just a bench warmer, he will make your life miserable with laps. I set-up my stuff at my spot and scan the crowds for Jameson. I easily found her sitting next to one Lydia Martin. That's umm… a dangerous combination. I am not sure how I feel about them sitting together.

"Let's go!" Coach shouted, blowing his whistle. I run on to the field up and line-up with the rest of team, which thankfully included Scott, "One-on-one, from up top. Jackson, take a long stick today. Thatta boy. Thatta boy!"

He blows the whistle again, signaling the start of drill. Matt races towards Jackson, only to get knocked on his back within seconds. Then it was Greenburg's turn, and Jackson ends up get him turned around until he plops head-first into the ground.

"Greenburg! Take a lap." Coach orders, before motioning for the next on deck to go, "Let's go. FASTER GREENBURG! Let's go. McCall? What are you waiting for? Let's go."

Scott shook himself out of his daze and half-hazardly charged at Jackson, who easily knocked Scott right on his back.

"Oooh…" I hissed.

"Hey McCall," Coach began laughing, "McCall, my m-my grandmother can move faster than that and she's dead. You think you can move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?"

Scott was too far away for me to hear his answer, but I am assuming that it was "Yes, Coach." Because Coach would not accept anything else. They speak for a few more seconds before Scott came running back to the line.

"McCall is going to do it again." Coach said loudly, "McCall is going to do it again!"

Scott takes his position, and once Coach whistles he's off. I watch him lock himself up in a hit position, and runs right through Jackson, knocking that asshole right into the dirt. Instead of doing a victory lap, Scott goes down. I rush over to him to find him breathing heavy.

"I can't control it, Stiles. It's happening."

"What now?" I ask, quickly looking behind me to see if anyone noticed. They were all too busy checking on Jackson who still hadn't gotten up, "Okay, come on. Get-up, we need to go."

I pull Scott up, and keep him tucked under my arm, and move him along to the locker room away from the other players.

"Here we go," I say as we come into the room. Scott is still breathing heavily if anything, he's actually breathing heavier, "Scott? Are you okay?

He pushed himself away from and falters to his knees.

"Scott?" I aske again kneeling in front of him.

"Get away from me!" He roars. Through the cage of his helmet I see that his eyes have turned completely yellow and his canines have emerged. I propel myself backwards as he lunges for me and end up scrambling away like a dog on a rug until I can stand up. I try to hide behind some lockers, but he just jumps on top of them.

"Shit!" I breath out and move away from him again. He follows me from on top of the lockers and the rafters. I end up cornered by the door that leads into the school, when I see a red cylinder. Fire extinguisher! I quickly set-up and blast it at Scott just as he lunges at me. I keep blasting until I spin out into the hall. I move so my back is against the wall and wait.

"Stiles?" Scott asks, sounding more like himself. I take a quick peak around the corner, and see Scott sitting on a bench with his helmet off. His feature looking decidedly more human, "What happened?"

I drop the fire extinguisher in belief and come back in the room taking off my gloves.

"You tried to kill me," I told him as sweat started dripping into my eye, "It's like I told you before. It's the anger, the pulse rising. It's a trigger."

"But that's lacrosse. It's a pretty violent game, if you hadn't notice."

"Well, it's going to be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field. You can't play Saturday. You have to get out of the game."

"But I'm first line.

"Not anymore."

~Carry On~

Jameson's Perspective:

"I'll be right back," I told Lydia, who had decided that I would be her latest friend or victim. I haven't decided yet. She pursed her lips and nodded. Having secured, her majesty's permission, I climbed down the bleachers to where Derek was lurking, "You don't think that maybe you should you know follow them or something."

Stiles had just run off with Scott, who after being humiliated by his Coach had started to wolf out.

"He needs to learn."

"And Stiles? The very human boy who ran off with him?"

"I'm keeping an ear out."

I sighed and leaned back on one of the support beams.

"You know, you make it very hard to like you."

"The feeling is mutual."

I breathed out a laugh. I did like him, actually. He was hot, like really hot. And he was fun to play with. His deadpan response to everything I did was quite amusing.

"Just thought you wanna know that Scott and Stiles "outed you" in front of Allison today as man who preys on teenage girls."

I saw the muscles in his neck tense up.

"I figured Scott would say something sooner or later."

"She's definitely going to tell her parents." I reminded him.

"I know."

"Which brings me back to my question from the other night: Are. You. Suicidal?"

"Only on the full moon." He answered. My hands started to curl inwards like they were imagining strangling him.

"You are a psychologists wet dream, Derbear." I end up saying. He cut me a glare, "For that to work on me, I'd have to be scared of you."

"How did your assignment go?" he redirected the conversation.

"You mean the assignment where my reply was 'Over my dead body!'"

He nodded, the corners of his mouth ticking like he was holding back a smile. I huffed.

"I would like to begin by saying, I did not befriend her. She initiated contact."

"And?"

"I have been unwilling pulled into her circle." I reported, "I am hanging out with her and Lydia on Friday. We are going to the mall."

I shuddered like it was the worse thing in the world. Cause it was.

"Good." He gloated. It was not my turn to glare at him.

"I freaking hate you."

Derek just smirked.

~Carry On~

"What looks good to you?" Stiles asked, as we sat in across from each other in a vinyl booth at a local pizzeria. I flipped through the menu one more time, weighing my choices.

"I am torn between the Taco Pizza and the Buffalo Chicken Pizza." I tell him, "Tacos are my favorite food, but I do love me some buffalo chicken."

"They do half pizzas here."

I peered over my menu at him.

"Whatcha talking about Stilinski?"

"We can Taco Pizza on one half, and Buffalo Chicken on the other." He explained.

"If you make that happen, I'll knock your three make-up dates down to two."

"And if I want to take you on the third one?" he asked. I breathed out a laugh.

"You'll have to earn it. We'll see how the second date goes."

Stiles grinned, before signaling our waiter to let them know that we were ready.

"All-set?" Our waiter asked.

"Yeah, we'll do a large pizza. One half Taco Pizza and one-half Buffalo Chicken." Stiles order for us, "And an order of breadsticks."

"Breadsticks. Large. One-half taco. One half Buffalo." The waiter repeated as he scribbled it down into his book, "Okay, I will put that right in for you."

"Thanks." I said, as I handed him my menu. He took Stiles as well and went off to do whatever it is waiters do to make the food happen.

"So…" Stiles drawled once we were alone.

"So…"

"I, uh, saw you sitting with Lydia today."

"Yeah, Allison introduced us after French class. I am not sure if she plans on befriending me or turning me into her latest victim."

Stiles chuckled.

"That pretty much sums up Lydia."

"She invited me to go with her and Allison to the mall on Friday, so I have a feeling that my answer will be coming pretty soon." I told him, "However, if you have a better offer. I would totally ditch them in a heartbeat."

"Do you not like them or something?"

"More like the mall." I confessed, "It's not really my thing."

"So, what is your thing?" he asked playing with his straw.

"Cars, Veronica Mars mysteries, the supernatural, Superman, drawing."

"Yeah, I saw that cartoon you drew of Mr. Samson in history. You're really good."

"Thanks."

"I happened to also see your artwork of the guy from Smallville." He said hesitantly, "Is that the type of guy you usually go for?"

"Used to be." I said, taking his hand so he would look at me, "Lately, I have been the mood for something more…adorkable."

He breathed out a laugh, but I could tell he wasn't completely happy with the moniker.

"Adorkable, huh?"

"You clearly haven't seen my French notebook." I told him, pulling away from him to grab my backpack. I rifled through it, and pulled out the purple notebook I jotted down my French notes in. I flipped through it, until I found the page I was looking for. It was a side profile of Stiles that I had been working on earlier today, "See?"

I placed the book on the center of the table, showing him my work.

"Wow," he said tracing his profile, "This is really good. You made me like 10 times better looking."

"I just drew what I saw, Stiles." I told him, closing the book, "And you sir, are a Grade-A Stud Muffin. I mean you do have the T-shirt."

Stiles snorted. He then turned a bit serious.

"You're pretty amazing, you know that?"

"I know," I said flipping my hair, "It's in my blood."

"Speaking of blood. How did things go with your brother and my Dad today?"

"Your Dad didn't have any new information about the body. He did speak to him a little about the investigation process though."

"Well, my Dad seems to like your brother, he'll let him know something when he can."

I nodded. I couldn't say the same for us, we had two possible causes of Laura's death and couldn't tell him either one.

~Carry On~

Stiles' Perspective:

Dinner with Jameson…went well? It went well. I mean she thinks I am adorkable, I found out she likes to draw me in French Class, and she let me hold her hand twice. Plus, I officially have her steering clear of Derek. But…I can't help this feeling that she's not telling me something. I mean there was that weird reaction to Allison on Friday, and she was sort of evasive during dinner. She was fine at first, but when I started to ask about her family, there was these awkward pauses and stories that seemed too perfectly constructed. I may be just overthinking things. Maybe things weren't all that great with her family before she started living with Dean. I mean she was really brief when she talked about her parents. It could also be because this was our first official date, and I'm told that those are supposed to be weird.

After I dropped off Jameson at her motel, I sent out feelers to find out what happened to Jackson. I knew Scott would want to know the latest. Danny, eventually, got back to me with an update, so I went over to my desk to Skye call Scott. To help lighten the mood, I grabbed a little toy gun on the way, gotta make a big entrance. When I heard the ding letting me know that Scott answered my call. I spun around in my chair to shoot at him.

"How did your date with Jameson go?" Scott asked completely ignoring my entrance.

"Good, I'm taking her out again on Saturday after the game." I told him, deciding that overall, our date was a typical first date, "I got the latest on Jackson."

"What did you find out?"

"Well, it's bad. Jackson's got a separated shoulder."

"Because of me?"

"No, because he's a tool."

"Is he going to play?"

"Danny said they didn't know yet. Now…there just counting on you for Saturday."

Scott sighs and shakes his head. I give him a sympathetic look until a shadowy figure appears behind him. I lean in closer to the screen in order to see what it was. Is somebody there?

"What?"

So not to tip off the intruder if there was one, I typed in the following message:

It looks like somebody's behind you.

I look up from the keyboard and notice there is a lag on the screen. Crap! I hit the side of the laptop to get it going again.

I got one second of live coverage of Scott, before everything went dark.

"Scott? Scott?"

~Carry On~

Friday, January 15th

Jameson's Perspective:

"Jameson? Jameson?" a voice called, "Jameson!"

I look-up from my drawing and tried to find out who had been calling me. My eyes landed on an annoyed looking Lydia.

"Honestly," she sighed in exasperation, "I have you heard a single thing I said."

"Honestly? I didn't even know that you were here until now." I told her. I took to the lacrosse field for first period to do some drawing and didn't expect much human interaction. But I guess, I was wrong because here was Lydia rolling her eyes at me again.

"What are you drawing anyway?"

I shifted the pad over to show her this drawing of Scott I had started yesterday. He's standing in the middle of the field in his gear, looking over to the woods. He did that a lot, looking for Derek, because despite being threated within an inch of his life, he still hadn't found a way out of the game.

"Cute." Lydia pronounced, "Now, as I was saying, at the mall today I hope you don't mind if I pick you out a few things. I really can't take any more of this…lumberjack chic."

"What's wrong with plaid?"

"Nothing, provided it's a cute mini-skirt."

I snorted.

"My brother would lose his shit if I got a mini-skirt," I told her erasing an errant line on my paper, "You know what…on second thought let's get the mini-skirt."

"I was also thinking that we could so something with your hair."

"Let's not."

"Nothing dramatic, maybe some layers."

"No."

"Fine, in lieu of hair, I will accept fixing your nails."

"Whatever."

"Good." She said triumphantly, making me wonder if my nails had been her goal all along, "How are things going with Stiles?"

My lips twitched into a smile, as they often did when Stiles' name came up in conversation.

"Good. We're going out again after tomorrow's game."

"Well, if you ever want me to introduce you to some of the players that actually see game time let me know.

"I'm good. I'm only after the uniform." I told her.

She pursed her lips completely unamused. She then tossed her hair behind her shoulder.

"Just meet me by my car after school."

"Will do, Cap'n." I replied sarcastically, before going back to my drawing. I heard her huff and felt her turn away from me. Given how I still needed her to like me to continue in Allison's sphere, I extended an olive branch, "How Jackson's therapy going?"

"He think's he'll be able to play tomorrow," she said her tone full of pride.

"Will he lose his spot if he doesn't play on Saturday?"

"Of course not. He was number one in scoring last year and Team Captain this year."

"Well, if he wants to keep all of those things, maybe someone should convince him to rest and not overwork himself."

"Why do you care?"

"You got me. The truth is, one I heard Jackson was I out, I put thirty on Mystic Falls to win and I just want to protect my investment."

She narrowed her eyes at me, but I could tell she was amused.

"Does Stiles know about this?"

"He's in for a dime."

"Does he know that's actually 1,000 dollars?"

"No, he actually gave the bookie a dime."

I got a genuine smile this time, once again securing my spot in her world. The whistle blew signaling the end of morning practice, and I began to pack up. Lydia waited for me, and we walked together into the school. We separated at the door, but not before she gave me another reminder to meet up with her and Allison after class. You I can't wait until my life is on my own again-not Dean's, not Derek's, not Lydia's. Mine.

"Only a few more weeks, only a few more weeks." I say under my breath as I make my way to the locker room to pick up Stiles. I waited across the hall from the doors for him to emerge. A few guys began filtering out including my English partner from my first few days. Wait? Since when was he on the team?

"Hey Lahey!" I call to his retreating back. He jumped and I could tension running through his limbs even after he saw that it was me, "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay," he said softly, coming over.

"I didn't know you were on the team."

"I don't play much," he said coloring in embarrassment.

"Hey, you still made it on the team of the most popular sport at Beacon Hills high. That's got to count for something."

"Yeah."

"So, I never got your name the other day."

"It's Isaac, and yours is Jameson, right?"

"Genuine Irish Whiskey."

Isaac snorts a small laugh.

"Well, I guess I'll see you in French class?" he says turning to go, as if he wanted nothing more to escape human interaction. He was also still tense, even though we were having a relatively pleasant conversation. I could feel tingles on the back of my neck as I watch his behavior, like I needed to look over my shoulder too.

"Yeah, or as I call it alternative art class." I told him, releasing him from the conversation. He gave me a half smile before scurrying down the hall. If only I find the words to describe the feeling this kid gave off.

"Jameson?" Stiles voice broke into my thoughts. I slowly shake my head, and look towards him, "You okay?"

"Yeah, just…never mind." I said unable to compile a good lie, "The team was looking pretty good today. And I have to say, I have never seen a more attractive bench."

Stiles rolled his eyes, but I could see he was amused. He started to walk off and I followed after him.

"You weren't even watching us." He said, nudging my arm with his, "You were too absorbed in your drawing to pay attention."

"So, you were watching me?" I teased, nudging him back.

"Well, you're much prettier than the guys on the team."

I stopped to look at him. That was rather bold and flirty for him.

"What?" he asked innocently.

"I don't how I feel about you playing along with me." I told him honestly, "I think I liked it better when you blushed."

"You just like being the superior banterer," he teased. I grinned.

"Okay, game on. First to blush, pays for dinner tomorrow."

"Your on, Cole."

"Good," I agreed, before lowering my voice, "Now where is the nearest closet, because I really want you bend me over and give it to me hard."

It took a second. But then, I could see his thoughts racing and the vein in his neck was pulsating. The blush that took over his face went straight to the tips of his ears. Quite frankly, he was ready to explode.

"Well, that was easy." I said softly patting his cheek, "I'll let Mr. Keller you'll be a few minutes late."

I smugly left him standing they're in a sputtering mess and made my way to my English class.

~Carry On~

Stiles' Perspective:

"Dude, where were you?" Scott asked the moment I sat down in my desk, "Didn't you leave before me?"

"Bathroom trouble." I whispered back, pulling out my book. I heard a loud snort behind me, and I twisted my head to glare back at Jameson. She just winked, completely amused of the situation she left me in. I could already feel the heat of a blush on my cheek, just thinking about it. I face forward, fidgeting out some pent-up energy.

"What was that about?"

I heard giggling from behind me, and my head whipped around to see both Allison and Jameson tucking their mouth in, trying to act like they were feeling slightly guilty about laughing at me.

"What?" Scott asked again.

"Nothing," I said, turning back around, "Just rethinking some things, like a pizza date."

I made sure it was loud enough for the girls to hear, which started another round of giggles.

"Oh, well that kind of works." Scott said, "Allison was wondering if you and Jameson wanted to go bowling with us tomorrow and umm…Lydia and Jackson."

"What?" I asked really loud.

"What is it now, Mr. Stilinski?" Mr. Keller asked in an exhausted tone.

"I just…Just can't believe what I'm reading here, sir."

"Well try to believe it quietly."

"Yes, sir." I said.

"So?" Scott asked a few moments later.

"I'll talk to Jameson." I said. Though it is probably going to be more like me trying to talk her into not going. That sounds like a nightmare.

"Cool." Scott said.

"Did you talk to Coach yet?"

"And?"

"He said if I don't play Saturday, he'll take me off first line."

"That sucks, dude. But better to be a benchwarmer than national news."

"Yeah," he said. However, his tone didn't sound like he agreed.

"What was that?" I asked him.

"What?"

"That hint of stupidity in your tone. You not thinking about playing, are you? Because Derek was very clear."

"No." he said more confidently.

"Good." I said, before going back to work. Scott and I worked on questions up to the bell. I packed up my things and followed the crowd out of the classroom. I pulled off to wait against the lockers for my friends. Scott and Allison emerged first, holding hands and wearing goofy grins. Jameson and I didn't look like that did we? I really hoped we did not look that dopey.

Speak of the devil's mistress, she came out a beat after they did. When she saw me, she nodded to Allison and Scott, before making a gagging sign. I snort, as she quickly has to cover up the gesture with a yawn, because Allison was had stopped to talk to her.

"Let me know, what you guys decide." She said. Jameson gave her an ok symbol with her hand. Scott nodded to me and then him and Allison were lost in the hallway crowd. Jameson stopped in front of me and looked me right in the eye.

"No." she said simply, and firmly.

"Thank God!" I said to the ceiling. As my eyes came back down, I realized I had unconsciously pulling her in for a hug. I start to pull away, "Sorry."

"Don't be," she said grabbing one of my arms to keep it around her shoulder. She then nudges me to start walking, so I do with my arm around her.

"I just can't even imagine what a night out with the four of them would be like." I complained, trying to ignore the feeling of a girl tucked under my arm.

"I can. And I couldn't decide what would be worse Allison and Scott's gaggingly adorable interactions or watching Jackson and Lydia trying to eat each other. Stilinski, if we end up like either one of them, I will stab myself in my eye."

"Where have you been all my life?" I blurted out.

"Sorry, I got here as fast as I could. But saving people, hunting monsters. It's a full-time job." She joked, "So, how we going to break it to them that we would rather do anything but go bowling with them?"

"You surprised me with tickets to the Green Hornet?" I suggested.

"I'm sooo sweet."

"Not the word I would use after this morning."

"You're not really mad, are you?" she asked, sounding a bit concerned. I sighed.

"No, I just have a better idea of who my opponent is."

Jameson grinned.

"Do you worst, Stilinski," she challenged.

"Challenge accepted."

~Carry On~

Jameson's Perspective:

I left the lunchroom and was heading towards my Art class when I noticed a couple of guys in Sheriff's uniforms speaking to the principal. I padded closer to the group and leaned against the lockers cracking open the notebook in my hands to look like I was doing some last-minute studying.

"We want everyone under the age of 18 to be in there home by 9:30 p.m." I heard one of men from the Sheriff's department say, "We would like to institute the curfew, effective immediately."

"Whatever you need Sheriff," the principal said, "However, we could use your assistance in enforcing tomorrow night."

So, that is Stiles' dad.

"I already have a team prepared. Will it be possible to you to get this message out to the parents before school ends?" Sheriff Stilinski asked, handing the principal a piece of paper.

"Of course. I'll have it sent out on the emergency alert system we use. And we'll make an announcement to the students during last period."

"Thank you for your cooperation."

The men shook hands and went their separate ways. I lifted the notebook up higher to cover my face, not sure if the Sheriff knew what I look liked or not. Once they were father away, I headed down to my Art Class contemplating what I heard. They must think the killer plans on striking again or they are worried still about the body. Either way, I need to let Dean and Derek know.

~Carry On~

I imagine if I were given a personal hell, it would be a mall. The crowds, the bright lights, an entire store dedicated to the color pink. It was a nightmare, but I had to keep smiling and acting like I was having fun.

"Jameson!" Lydia called me over. When I got to her, she shoved an item of clothing in my hands, "Here try this on."

I look down to see I was holding a dark olive-green sweater dress. I looked back up at her with a questioning look. Did I really look like a sweater dress person? Lydia rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"Think of it like an over-sized sweater that you don't wear pants with." Lydia told me, "I don't know why you are so against dresses; you have great legs, you should show them off more."

"Lydia, you have never seen my bare legs."

"No, but I know Stiles wants to. And this dress will look great with those knee-high boots."

"Fine." I said.

"Glad you see it my way." Lydia said, before spinning on heel heading to another rack "Now, I think we said something about a mini-skirt. You also are in desperate need of a good bra; we'll have to go Pink for that."

I gave a nearby Allison a pleading look. But she just smiled and held her hands up in surrender.

"Coward." I mouthed to her, before following after Lydia. She led me around the store, shoving skirts, jeans, tops, and dresses at me. I tried telling her I couldn't afford all of this, which was true, but it was also an excuse to get her to slow down. She was not deterred and said today's shopping spree was being paid for by divorce guilt. I am assuming that it is similar to "I'm sorry I almost died/did die" guilt that got me a mp3 player and later a Mustang.

After burying me in cloths, Lydia sent me to the Macy's fitting room. I stumbled into a few racks on my way, but I eventually got there. It wasn't manned, so I just went in and found an empty stall. Once the door was closed, I dropped everything onto the floor. I let out a huge breath and put my hands on my hips as I eyed the pile. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Occupied." I said.

"Are you okay in there?" I heard Allison ask.

"Yeah."

"Sorry, about Lydia." She apologizes, "I didn't know she was going to turn you into her doll."

I opened the door, exposing the mess I made.

"I'm not…good with all of this." I confessed. Oh Cas, I am having a giant chick flick moment with Allison Argent. What has this world come to?

"You want some help?" She asked. I tensed for a moment. I really didn't want to take help from an Argent. I could do this, right? I looked back at the clothes and find myself nodding.

"Yeah, I definitely need it."

Allison came in and began picking through the clothes, making outfits and then hanging them up. I wonder if this…if this is what shopping with a mom would have been like. You know, having her pick out things, turning them into outfits, and helping you out in the dressing room. She would have probably known when I needed a new bra, too.

"All set." Allison announced. I cleared those thoughts from my head, and gave her a grateful smile, "Try the plaid skirt with the black skirt first. Maybe we can nix it before Lydia gets back."

I breathe out a laugh.

"Agreed."

Allison walked out of the stall, and I was left again with my arch nemeses-girly feelings and clothes. I give my cheeks a few slaps before squaring myself up. I can do this. I quickly undressed and put on the first outfit. I looked into the mirror and got the shock of the lifetime. Was that really me? I turned to the side and back, yep that's me. The shirt wasn't that bad. I liked the high collared, sleeveless black shirt. It was deceptive little button up since the buttons didn't work. But I liked. The skirt, however, seemed a bit short. And it showed off all of my scars.

"How are things going in there?" Allison asked.

"Shirt's in, but the skirt's got to go."

"Let me see."

I opened the door to show her the outfit. She gave the outfit a critical eye.

"What's wrong with the skirt?" Allison asked, "It looks great on you."

"It's a bit short, and I am not always conscious of how I sit."

"Okay, just toss it over the wall, and I'll get rid of it before she gets back with the shoes."

"Thanks," I told her. I went back in and did just that and tossed the hanger after it. I looked around and then picked one of the jean combinations with a soft off the shoulder sweater. It was a medium brown color, which I liked. In fact, while not all the clothes were in styles I would normally pick, the colors were one I would. Maybe Lydia isn't totally crazy.

I ended up modelling five of the ten outfits for Allison before Lydia came back with 2 store clerk, 10 pairs of shoes, and another pile of clothes.

"Oh Lydia, please have mercy on me. No more clothes." I begged.

"Relax, only the shoes are for you. The clothes are for Allison."

"Oh, great." Allison said sounding a bit scared. Lydia smiled, and took the clothes from one of the attendants and passed them to Allison. She urged Allison to move to the stall, and Allison shot me a doe-eyed look.

"Throw me anything you don't want." I whispered to her as she passed by. I was then surprised my Lydia zooming in on me.

"Cute, that dress looks good on you." She pronounced. The dress in question was a thin-strapped dark blue colored dress with a brown belt, and with one of those swishing skirts, "Now let's see the other outfits."

~Carry On~

I gave the door of the motel room two kicks. My hands were completely full of the purchases that divorce guilt money bought me-7 outfits, 4 pairs of shoes, 2 bras, and fancy underwear. I don't think I ever had these many clothes at once. Not even when I lived with Bobby and has a closet of my own.

"What happened kid, did you forget…." Dean said when he opened the door, pausing when he saw me laden with bag "the key. What the hell happened to you?"

"Lydia Martin armed with divorce guilt money." I told him, before shaking some bags at him, "Do you mind?"

"Oh, yeah." He said, taking some of the bags. I follow him inside and drop my stuff on my bad.

"What the hell is all of this stuff?" Dean asked trying to peek into one of the Pink bags.

"Dean!" I yelled grabbing the bag from his reach, "Trust me you do not want to look in any of the pink colored bags."

"Okay," he said, "But seriously, what is all this stuff? I thought you said you were just going to get some t-shirts and art supplies."

"Lydia, thought I needed an upgrade." I told him, pulling out the clothes she ordered me to put on hangers, "She picked out everything and bought Allison and me all of this stuff."

"Is that a dress?" Dean asked as I pulled out the blue dress.

"Yes, and I've been ordered to wear it on Monday." I huffed.

"What is happening to you?"

"I-I don't know." I told him honestly, "She kind of scares…well, everybody to be honest. Including Scott McCall who is now insisting on playing in tomorrow's game. She apparently told him that if he didn't play, she was going to introduce Allison to all the cute players on the team not named Scott."

"What?" Dean asked.

"Lydia's scarier than Derek," I summarized, "That's what happened."

"What does Stiles say?"

"Well, since he doesn't know that I know his best friend is a werewolf not much."

"Come on Jamie, the whole point of you hanging out with this kid is get in inside scoop."

"Well, I can't do that as long as I'm on the outside. It may be time for me to tell the truth. I can't work this from just one side."

"You're probably right," Dean said pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Okay, then. I'll tell them both tomorrow." I said, "Now can we get some food, Lydia cut our night short to go with her boyfriend to get a cortisone shot, and I'm starving."

"Sure kid."

"Awesome! Just let me but these clothes up." I told him. I then picked up all the clothes that needed to be hanged and put them in the closet. As I grabbed a thicker jacket from the chair by the door, I heard Dean say:

"Is that nail polish?"

"Dean!"

~Carry On~

Stiles' Perspective:

"It's just up here," Scott directed me. We come around a batch of trees and see this great big house looming forest. It looked like something straight out of a horror film, "Park over by that tree."

I pulled next to the tree he pointed out and parked the car. We both hop out of the car and then reach into the back for the shovels. As I come around the car, I noticed that Scott's weirdly still.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Something's different." Scott said moving towards the house.

"Different how?"

"I don't know," Scott replied, "Let's just get this over this."

We found the spot of recently upturned and started digging. We dug for about an hour and there was still no body.

"This is taking way too long." Scott complained as he stopped digging

"Just keep going." I ordered.

"What if he comes back?

"Then we get the hell out of here."

"What if he catches us?"

"I have a plan for that too."

"Which is?"

"You run one way. I run the other way. And whoever he catches first, too bad." I say, taking a quick plan.

Scott sighs.

"I hate that plan." He complains starting work again.

"I know," I told him, digging again. After a few moments, I felt my shovel hit something, "Oh, stop, stop, stop."

We both dropped down into the hole and began brushing the dirt away, until we uncovered a burlap cloth tied up. Scott and I began to pull at the ties.

"Hurry!" Scott urged.

"I'm trying," I said pulling at the knots, "Did he have to tie this thing in like 900 knots?"

"I'll do it." Scott said, though he was struggling with it just as much as I was. We eventually undid the knots and pulled them and the cloth away revealing…a wolf. It was the top half of a wolf.

"Ahh!" we both yelled jumping out of the hole.

"It's a wolf." Scott stated the obvious.

"Yeah, I can see that." I said sarcastically, "I thought you said blood, as in human blood."

"I told you something was different."

"This does not make any sense."

"We got get out of here."

"Yeah," I agreed, we can't use this to stop Derek after all, "Okay, help me cover this up."

We go to cover up the hole up, when I noticed a lone bluish-purple flower.

"What's wrong?" Scott asked when he noticed I wasn't filling in the whole.

"Do you see that flower?" I asked pointing to it.

"What about it?"

"I think it's wolfsbane."

"What's that?"

I scoffed.

"Seriously, you haven't ever watched The Wolf Man?"

"No." he said sounding annoyed.

"Lon Chaney, Junior? Claude Rains? The original, classic Werewolf movie?"

"No!" Scott yelled, "What?"

"You are so unprepared for this," I told him. I stay crouched and run over to the flower. I pull it up and see that a string is tied to the roots. The same to the rope used to tie the wolf. I start pulling at the rope and wrap it up as more and more is revealed. The ground began to glow in a spiral, the same path the rope was taking me.

"Oh shit!" Scott exclaimed, "Stiles!"

"What?" I asked stopping next to him. He points to the hole where the upper body of a girl now lay, "Holy…"

~Carry On~

Saturday, January 16

Stiles Perspective:

Scott and I showed back up at the Hale House the next day as Derek was being arrested. We didn't want to miss the opportunity to watch the guy who murdered some girl and ruined Scott's life, get his just deserts. But I also had some questions, I needed answered. So, I waited until Pete put Derek in the back of the police car, before slipping into the front seat.

"Okay," I said turning to face Derek, "Just so know I am not afraid of you."

Derek looked up, glaring daggers at me.

"Maybe I am," recanting my earlier statement, "Doesn't matter. I just wanna know something. The girl you killed…she was a werewolf. She was a different kind, wasn't she? I mean, she could turn herself into an actual wolf. And I know that Scott can't do that. Is that why you killed her?"

"Why are you so worried about me, when it's your friend that's the problem?" Derek asked slowly, jerking his head in Scott's direction outside, "When he shifts on the field, what do you think they are going to do, huh? Just keep cheering him on? I can't stop him from playing, but you can. And trust me, you want to."

I opened my mouth to say something, but quickly closed it. He was right. I finally think to ask him how to stop Scott from shifting when the door opens, and I am roughly pulled out of the car.

"Ow. Ow. Ow.," I complain as I am dragged away.

"There. Stand." My Dad orders, once we are away from the car, "What do you think you are doing?"

"I'm just trying to help." I explain.

"Uh-huh," he says unconvinced, "Okay, how about you help me understand exactly how you came across this."

"We were looking for Scott's inhaler."

"Which he dropped when?"

"The other night."

"The other night when we were out looking for the first half of the body?"

"Yes."

"The night you told me you were alone, and that Scott was at home."

"Yes," I answer, before it dawned on me that he had set me up, "No. Oh, crap!"

"So you lied to me?"

"Well Dad, that depends on your definition of lying."

"I define it has not telling the truth. How do you define it?"

"Mmm," I sputtered trying to come up with something, "Reclining your body in a horizontal position?"

"Get the hell out of here."

"Absolutely." I said scratching my head as I made my way over to the Jeep where Scott was hiding. We both got in and drove back into town. Scott was currently researching wolfsbane in burial practices to see why Derek did it.

"I can find anything." Scott said after a few minutes.

"Just keep looking. Maybe it's like a ritual or something, maybe they bury you as a wolf. Or maybe it's a like a special skill. Like something you have to learn."

"I'll put it on my to-do list." Scott quipped, sounding agitated and uncomfortable, "Right under figuring out how the hell I'm gonna play this game tonight."

"Maybe it's different for girl werewolves." I hypothesized.

"Okay! Stop it!"

"Stop what?"

"Stop saying werewolves! Stop enjoying this so much." He yelled, but it seems more like because he was uncomfortable sick rather than anger.

"Are you okay?"

"No! I'm so far from being okay."

"You know, you are going to have to accept this soon or later, Scott."

"I can't."

"Well, you're going to have to."

"No, I can't breathe. Ahh!"

"Whoa, whoa!" I try to calm him down, because that sounded more like a growl.

"Pull over!" He grunted.

"Why? What's happening?"

He doesn't answer, he just grabs my bookbag and looks inside. He picks up the wolfsbane rope that had surrounded the girl's body.

"You kept it?"

"What was I supposed to do with it?"

"Stop the car!" Scot growled; his eyes were now yellow. I swerve over to the side of the road. I grab my bookbag and leap out of the car. I then toss the whole thing into the woods.

"Okay. We're good," I say, I then turn around to tell him that he could calm down now, but the Jeep was empty, "Scott? Scott?"

~Carry On~

Dean's Perspective:

"Hi, I'm here to see Derek Hale." I told the Deputy on desk duty.

"And you are?" the Deputy asked, sizing me up.

"Dean Cole."

"His one phone call."

"That would be me."

"You don't look like a lawyer."

"You only need a lawyer when you are guilt, sir. And I'm just here to help him tell his story."

"Uh-huh." The Deputy said unimpressed, "I'll let the Sheriff know you are here."

"Thanks." I told the guy, and he went in the back to get the Sherriff. A few moments later, he and Stilinski came out front.

"Mr. Cole," the Sheriff greeted.

"Sheriff."

"Come on back," he said lifting up the divider. I nodded in thanks and followed the man back into the station, "It seems my son has a date with your sister tonight."

"Yes," I reply tersely, "I am aware that they have been spending time together."

The Sheriff stopped upon hearing my tone and turned around.

"He's a good kid, despite, well, you know."

"I'm sure that he is. I'm just not all that fond of teenage boys around my sister."

The Sheriff breathed out a laugh.

"I'll male sure he gets her on home on time then."

"I would appreciate that," I told him. We finally made it to lock up, and the Sheriff opened the door.

"I can only give you a couple of minutes," the Sheriff told me, "I know that he called you, but this is still an active investigation and you are reporter."

"Understood." I told him. The Sheriff nodded and left the room. I closed the door and waited to be sure the Sheriff was gone before speaking to Derek, "Well, the kid's pissed."

Derek quirked up an eyebrow.

"She plans on telling that Stiles' kids everything tonight since he seems to be the brains of the operation. She also says this your own dumbass fault for returning Allison's jacket."

Derek glared.

"You know, she said that was the face you would make," I said pulling a chair in front of the cell, and sitting in backwards, "And I am supposed to tell you that if you keeping making that face it's going to get stuck that way."

"Does she have a smart-ass comment for everything?" Derek finally spoke.

"Yeah, she does." I said in both a fond and rueful tone, "It's my own fault really. I trained her too well. But enough about the kid, she's said her piece and she's covering tonight's game. Now, what about you?"

"Aside from my sister's body, they don't have anything on me." Derek said, "I have receipts showing I wasn't in tone the night she was murdered and that I didn't come in until the next day."

"Do you have a lawyer?"

"My family kept one. I gave Stilinski his card."

"And called me?"

"Scott exposing us all is more important than the fact that I didn't kill my sister." Derek replied, sounding a bit stressed.

"Calm down there, Kujo." I said, "The kid and I will handle Scott tonight. But we do need to get you out of here."

"I know."

~Carry On~

The parking lot was crowded. The kid wasn't kidding when she said everyone was going to be there. We were lucky to find a spot. After we parked, I reached into the back to grab a blanket for us to sit on and Jamie shoved on a beanie she had.

"Next winter, we are hunting down south," she said as we walked to the field, "Maybe Mexico?"

"You think you're ready for a Chupacabra?" I asked her.

"I killed a werebear at eight. I think I can handle it."

"That you could, baby girl." I said swinging an arm around her shoulder, "But uh, let's focus on one hunt at a time."

She nodded, moving closer to gain some warmth.

"There's Lydia," James said as we came upon the bleachers, pointing to short redhead, "She'll probably want me to sit with her and Allison, is that okay?"

She peered up at me, with a look she rarely had. The look of being unsure. I found myself smiling sadly, not because she was leaving me, but because she was living. I thought losing Sam and everything with the Apocalypse would break her. But here she was proving herself to be a survivor, she was making friends, going shopping, doing normal teenage girl things like wanting to sit with her friends instead of her old brother. She was going to be okay.

"Yeah, kid." I told her, "It's okay."

"Cool. You can sit with us," she offered, "I'm like sixty percent sure that Lydia doesn't bite."

"No, I see some guys from the local watering hole," I nod to some random strangers.

"Okay, if your sure. I'll check in with you after the game. I'll have to wait awhile for the Stidiot anyway."

"Give 'im hell." I told her. She rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to say something when she was interrupted by someone calling out her name.

"Jameson!"

My sister's face tensed before she plastered on a fake smile. She then turned to face the girl who called her.

"Allison!" my sister greeted. Well, that explains the face. The girl came closer, looking much like a normal teenager. She was looking around noticing people, places, or exits. She just wanted to reach someone she thought was a friend. Maybe Jamie and Derek were right, and Chris and Victoria hadn't clued their daughter in on what goes bump in the night.

"Hey!" the girl greeted again as she stopped in front of us, "This is quite a crowd. I didn't really believe Lydia when she said everyone in town would be here."

"Yeah, neither did I." Jamie commented, "Oh, umm…this is my brother Dean. Dean, this is Allison Argent."

"How you doing, Allison." I said nodding my head at her, before turning to my sister "Are you okay here, kid? I am going to say hi to the gang."

"Yeah, sure. Go." She said waving me away. I gave her the blanket, she smiled gratefully before turning back to the other girl, "I think I saw Lydia over there."

I left my sister and did make my way to the randos I pointed out.

"Fellas!" I greeted. The nodded at me, and I took a seat in the bench just below them. I scanned the crowd for this Scott kid's jersey number, 11. Jamie and I, while not quite prepared for the cold, came prepared for him. We brought a tranquilizer gun, poppy dust for the crowd, and wolfsbane for him if things got dicey. Hopefully, if things went south, we could chalk this up to a mass hallucination from a gas leak that I would later make happen.

"Is this seat taken?" a woman asked. I looked up to see a very pretty brunette.

"No, please." I said gesturing for her to take the spot next to me.

"Thanks," she said taking a seat, "I'm so nervous right now, my son is actually playing tonight. Do you have a kid on the team?"

"No," I replied, "My sister is seeing one of the guys on the team. Umm…that one."

I pointed out Stiles coming this way, with my target, Scott McCall.

"Oh, Jameson."

I turned and gave her a look.

"Oh, sorry. My son," she said point towards Scott, "is Stiles' best friend. He mentioned that Stiles was seeing your sister."

"Awesome." I said. This night was certainly getting more interesting.

~Carry On~

Jameson's Perspective:

"I think I saw Lydia over there," I said to Allison after Dean left. I pointed to where I last saw her, but she was gone, "Okay, she was over there at some point."

"That's okay, we can sit with my Dad."

"Dad?" I asked, my voice sounding higher than normal. Allison didn't catch it.

"Yeah, he was right behind me." She said twisting around to look for him. She then started waving her hand, "Dad!"

Shi! Shit! Shit! Shit! I debated telling her I would catch up with her later, something about going to see Stiles, but Chris was quicker than my mind.

"Hey." He greeted Allison, "I thought I lost you."

"Sorry, Dad." She apologized, "This is the friend I was telling you about. Jameson this is my Dad."

Chris finally looked at me. His eyes narrowed in suspicion as he began putting pieces together about my identity and most likely wondering why he didn't figure it out before.

"Jameson, that's not a name you hear to often." He said shaking my hand with a firm grip, "What's your last name?"

"Dad!" Allison protested.

"Cole." I answered.

"And what brought you to town?"

"My brother's work."

"Oh, what does he do?"

"Dad! Enough with the third degree. Jameson's brother is a freelance reporter. He's in town covering the murder in the woods."

"Is he now?" Chris drawled, "Does he have any leads?"

"None, that he is allowed to disclose to me." I said. And by me, I mean you.

"Probably for the best. I hear the Sheriff's kid is quite the little detective himself, and we wouldn't want the two of you messing with an investigation."

In other words, back off. I smiled, really wishing I could punch that look right off his smug little face.

"You know Argent, I will catch up with your later." I say turning to female Argent, "I'm going to wish Stiles good luck, you know, in case he ever gets off the bench."

"Sure," she said her eyes flickering between me and her dad in confusion. I saluted them both, before wandering in the direction I had last seen Stiles. I found him next to Scott, like always.

"Hey!" I greet them both, trying to not unleash my anger out on them. Both the deserved and residual Argent fueled anger. They both turned at the sound of my voice. Scott gave me a nod, but Stiles' whole face lit up and he came around the bench to stand next to me. His arms awkwardly at his side like he wanted to do something with them-hug me, take my hand, something. If I wasn't so enormously angry at him, I would have helped him out, but I was enjoying watching him sweat.

"You came!" he said.

"The whole town came." I corrected, "If I wanted to get any food, I needed to come here."

Stiles snorted.

"I, um…, just came to wish you good luck." I told him, "I-I've got to get back to the girls, so good luck."

I started to walk away, but he stopped him by putting his hand around my arm.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked, his brown eyes gazing at me in concern.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine," I told him, shaking away, "It's just balls cold out."

Stiles gave me his signature half quirked smile.

"There's some hot chocolate at the concession stand."

"That…that actually sounds amazing."

"I'll see you after the game?"

Hell yes, you will. We were going to have a coming to Jameson's World of Monster meeting.

"Yeah, as long as we are doing something warm."

"Pizza and a movie at my house." He said quietly.

Perfect. No witnesses.

"Sounds good to me, Stilinski. Just remember, your still under orders to keep your hands to yourself."

"He said nothing about yours." He quipped back.

"Point to you," I said, "Now, if you will excuse me, I'm going to get some hot chocolate."

"Okay, see you later." He said rubbing the back of his head.

"Yeah," I said before turning to leave. His suggestion about hot chocolate sounded like a pretty good idea and I made my way over to the line. It took 20 minutes, but I was able to get my drink and I figured I would find Dean. I rather sit him and the Watering Hole Gang than sit with the Argents.

"Jameson," Chris said stepping in front of my path out of nowhere. I jumped and nearly spilled my hot chocolate, "Let's talk."

"I'll pass. Extended periods of exposure with members of your family cause itching, swelling, sneezing, vomiting, death."

Chris grabbed the crook of my arm stopping me from passing him.

"Toby's death was an accident." He said sincerely. I smile grimly at him

"And you bought that?" I asked, shaking loose, "Maybe it's you, and not me, who needs to get out of this business, Argent."

"We want the same thing," Chris tried a different tactic, grabbing me again "So let us do our jobs, and Dean and you can move on to the next town."

"You doing your job is exactly what I want to prevent, before innocent people get hurt." I told him, "Silver poisons more than just wolves, and your family is going insane from it."

I pulled loose once more, and this time Chris doesn't try to catch me again. As I come up on the bleachers, I plaster a fake smile on. I see Allison and Lydia wave at me and motion for me to come over. But I just shake my head and point to where I see Dean sitting with a woman. I see Allison's face fall a bit but ignore the guilt and trudge through the crowd to Dean.

"What's up, kid?" Dean asked, concern written over this face.

"There wasn't room for Allison, Lydia, me, and Allison's Dad to sit together, so I thought I would come find you."

"I feel so honored." Dean said sarcastically, but I could see by the grim lines around his mouth that he knew why I ditched them. The woman next to Dean smiled at Dean's comment, "Oh hey, this is Melissa McCall."

"Scott's mom?" I asked. Oh boy, I doubt this lady would be happy about us potentially shooting her son, even if it was a tranq.

"That's me. And you must be Jameson."

"The genuine Irish Whiskey, herself." I said with a small bow. She smiled, and in the way that said she got my humor. I returned her smiled and sat in front of Dean, wrapping the blanket around me before leaning against Dean's leg, "What have I missed? I spent like 20 minutes at the concession stand."

"Well, the team is doing alright, Scott not so much," Mrs. McCall answered.

"I'm sure he will turn it around." I told her, "I know that he was really nervous about tonight's game."

And not for the reasons most kids would be.

"I hope so."

We all turned our attention back to the game and watched as Jackson made a goal. A loud cheer rose from the crowd, and even Mrs. McCall got up reluctantly to clap. Through the throngs of people, I saw the Beacon Hills players in a huddle, except Scott didn't seem to be a part of the team.

"Jackass." I hissed under my breath. That Jackass Jackson is probably cutting McCall out of the game to get revenge for his shoulder. If Scott figured this out, Jackass was going to have to deal with more than a separated shoulder. More like separated intestines.

"What was that Squirt?"

"Nothing," I said, "I just think the game is about to get more interesting."

"Interesting, huh?"

"Oh yeah, supernaturally interesting." I whispered. I sat up, alert. I kept my hands on the pouches of poppy powder in my pocket just in case. The whistle blew signaling the return of game time and the result of my prediction. Scott was leaping over people to get to the ball and then maneuvered down the field. He shot the ball into the net, bring the score up to 4-5. The crowd went wild, making me even more agitated.

The teams lined up again and when the whistle blew the opposing team quickly got the ball. Only for the guy with the ball to pass it off to McCall. What the hell does McCall look like for that guy to do that?
"Did you see that?" Mrs. McCall exclaimed.

"You bet I did." I heard Dean say, before clapping.

Scott takes the ball down field, throws into the goal. And it burns a hole through the netting of the goalie's stick when he tried to stop it. Now the teams were tied, and no one had died, yet.

Scott gets the ball again, this time it was passed to him by his teammates and takes off the field. Only to stop short when the other team surrounds him, cutting him off from the goal. Dean and both stand up, watching, waiting.

Eventually, stalemate between Scott and the other players came to an end. They began to charge him from all sides. Scott just whips the ball into the air and flies right bast the goalie's shoulder into the net. The blowhorn goes off signaling the end of the game and the crow goes nuts and even the nearby ambulance turns on its sirens. Beacon Hills had won 6-5. People started running out into the field. And in the craziness of it all. I lost sight of Scott.

"Shit!" I hissed.

~Carry On~

Stiles' Perspective:

We won. And no one died. Somehow Scott was able to control it. Derek was wrong. Phew! What a relief. I dropped down to the bench, absolutely in shock over what has just happened.

"Uh-huh." I hear my Dad say in the background, I turn to see him on the phone looking very confused.

"Dad what's wrong?" I asked him. He held up his finger telling me to wait.

"Okay, okay. I will meet you down at the station and we'll make the call to Animal Control." Dad said before hanging up on the phone. His brows were still furrowed like was confused.

"Dad?"

"That was the station," he said, and I can see he was trying to put it all together in his head, "The Medical Examiner determined cause of death for the body of the girl we found. It was animal that ripped her in half."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Derek Hall is being released, and soon I will have to turn the body over to him."

"Why?"

"They ID'd the girl. It's Laura Hale, his sister."

His sister.

"Well, um…um…" I said scratching my cheek, "That's certainly interesting. You know what, I'm gonna go get cleaned up and find Jameson. Bye!"

I power-walked away trying to be inconspicuous, checking periodically to see if Dad was still watching me. Once I saw that he was gone, I ran to the locker room to find Scott. I slowed down only to turn the corner into the room.

I ran through a row of lockers only to be stopped short by the sight of Scott and Allison kissing by the showers.

"Wow." I said under my breath. Seriously? Now? Why? I went back to hide behind the locker, to give them privacy, but soon my curiosity had won out. I hadn't kissed a girl since Missy Meyers and I got shoved into a closet for 7 Minutes of Heaven when we were in the 8th grade. It was more like one minute because I spent the first six babbling. And…I was hoping to kiss Jameson tonight, you know, if the circumstances were right.

"Stiles." I heard my name. I looked up to see that it was Allison saying my name as she left.

"Hey, yeah." I said with an awkward chuckle. I emerged from behind the locker and made my way towards Scott. He was coming out of the shower area with the goofiest grin on his face.

"I kissed her." He said dopily.

"I saw."

"She kissed me."

"I saw that too," I replied, "That's pretty good, huh?"

"I-I-I don't know how, but I controlled it. I pulled it back. Maybe I can do this. Maybe it's not so bad."

And maybe, I don't need to ruin this night for him. Tomorrow.

"Yeah, heh. We'll talk later then." I said hitting his shoulder and started to leave. I felt him grab the back of my jersey.

"What?" he asked. I sighed.

"The Medical Examiner looked at the other half of the body we found."

"And?"

"Well, I'll keep it simple. The Medical Examiner determined killer of girl to be animal, not human. Derek is human, not animal. Derek not killer. Derek let out of jail."

"Are you serious?"

"No, and here's a bigger kick in the ass." I added, "They ID'd the dead girl-both halves. Her name was Laura Hale."

"Hale?"

"Derek's sister."

~Carry On~

"Welcome to Casa de Stilinski!" I said, opening the front door. The curfew nixed our movie theater plans, but Dad said movies at our place was good. As long as she kept out of my room, and dropped off to her motel by 9:30 p.m.

"Not bad for a bachelor pad." Jameson complimented as she came in.

"Thanks."

"The living room is just in there if you want to set-up the movie." I told her pointing out the room, "And I will put this stuff upstairs and call the pizza place. You want to do Taco? Buffalo? Both?"

"Surprise me." She said, with a shrug. She then disappeared into the living room.

"Surprise me, she says. That doesn't sound like a test at all." I say to myself as I go up the stairs. I head to my room and throw in my gear and call up DiMeo's Pizza.

"DiMeo's Pizza. This is Courtney, would you like to hear our specialty pizza of the day?"

"No." I said, then remembering that Jameson said to surprise her, "I mean, yes."

"Ohhhkay, our special today is a BigMac Pizza."

Surprise!

"You know what? I will take a large BigMac and an order of breadsticks." I told her.

"Okay, that will be 22.99." She replied, "Is this for delivery or pick-up?"

"Delivery," I told her, before giving the address. I grabbed some money from my stash and put int my pocket before going downstairs, "Hey Jameson, the pizza's gonna be here in about 25 minutes."

"Cool," she replied as I came in the living room. She rose from the couch and made her way over to me, "So, does that mean we are alone until then?"

"Y-yes it does," I said realizing how close she was.

"Good," she replied, and then the next thing I know I shoved against the wall with one arm twisted behind my back, "Then maybe you can explain to me how you could be such a colossal idiot."

~Carry On~

Whoo, another long chapter and so much happened. I hope you enjoyed the newest installment. Let me know what you think in the reviews.