You and I

AN: A short featuring Jameson and Scott exclusively. Enjoy Scameson lovers.

~Wayward Dreams~

Scott's Perspective:

I was in the middle of looking through SAT words when the doorbell rang. I couldn't think of who it could be. I mean Mom's at work and none of my friends use the doorbell. Stiles just barges in and Jameson prefers the window. Moving my stuff aside, I got up and headed downstairs. I opened the door and got the shock of a lifetime. There standing on my porch was Jameson Winchester with pink hair.

"Howdy, McCall, I brought food," she said walking past me with a pizza box and a black bag. I turned my head to follow her movements, my mouth still wide open. Stiles had told me she dyed her hair and that it was wild, but this… is pink. She ignored my non-responsiveness and headed to the kitchen, "Where are your plates?"

"Uhhh…uh…the second cabinet from the fridge." I stuttered out. I heard the swinging noise of the cabinet door and the clattering plates.

"So I got a little adventurous with the pizza. This place downtown, they have a pizza of the month, and I could not resist a Fiesta Pizza. It's basically a quesadilla on a pizza, how great is that?" Jameson asked from the kitchen.

"Sounds good," I said closing the door and moving into the kitchen. Jameson was in the middle of looking through the cabinets.

"Aha!" she exclaimed, as she pulled two glasses out and placed them next to the plates. She opened the pizza box, taking a look at the pizza.

"So are you going to say something or just continue to stare?" She asked.

"Your hair, it's nice." I said. Jameson scoffed, before turning to give me a knowing look.

"Come on, McCall."

"Jameson, it's pink."

"And purple, it seems that, like Stiles, you also can't see that color."

"It's just that you're Jameson Winchester and your hair is pink."

Jameson grinned.

"Yeah," She said, "I almost wish my Dad was here to see it. I would finally cause that stress vein in his head to burst. "

She laughed to herself and pulled out two slices of pizza.

"Is that why you did it?"

"No, I just told Lydia to surprise me and then bam!" She answered motioning to her hair. I chuckled, "I kind of like it though, it's different."

"Yeah, it is." I said moving towards the pizza box, and taking a few pieces, "How'd Stiles react?"

Jameson snorted, as she dug through the black bag she brought.

"Stiles reaction wasn't as explosive as I thought it would be. He got distracted by a skirt Lydia had gotten me. It was apparently too short, which has made him worried about the status of my other clothes." She said pulling out a bottle of rum from the bag and holds it up with a smile. She motioned for me to grab the glasses before heading over to the table.

"What about his dad?"

"He came in looked at me, looked at Lydia, looked back at me, shook his head and left the room." She answered sitting down, "And he has continued doing that for the past two days."

I chuckled before taking a bite of my pizza. I moaned in pleasure as I took in the pizza, this was really good. I had been skeptical when she first described the pizza but this was great.

"I'll take that as a yes vote for the Fiesta pizza," she said. I nodded as I took another bite. She smiled smugly and opened the bottle of rum. She poured two glasses and slid mine over to me.

"Cheers," She said hold hers out to me, before pulling it back and taking a drink.

"So where's Stiles?" I asked. Jameson rolled her eyes and put her glass down.

"With Lydia, he said something about explaining the supernatural to her, but it was just another excuse to sit there and pine after her. He had wanted me to help, but I snuck out the window before she got there. Frankly I rather be here with your very mature moping than watch the Stiles-Lydia train wreck. Again."

"I bet your phone is blowing up with calls from him." I said ignoring the jab at the mention of my relationship status.

"Wouldn't know I left that at the house too," she smiling as she took another drink. I grinned at her, Stiles was going to be pissed.

"You know he's going to be waiting for you, when you get back, right?" I asked her.

"I left my creature book on the bed and we all know that he rather be alone with her anyway."

"You still snuck out." I reminded her. She shrugged uncaringly and took a bite of her pizza.

"So I brought a movie." She said as she set her piece down.

"Oh, what you bring?"

Jameson just grinned.

~Wayward Dream~

"Uh, everything's under control. Situation normal."

"What happened?"

"Uh, we had a slight weapons malfunction, but uh... everything's perfectly all right now. We're fine. We're all fine here now, thank you. How are you?"

"We're sending a squad up."

"Uh, uh... negative, negative. We had a reactor leak here now. Give us a few minutes to lock it down. Large leak, very dangerous."

"Who is this? What's your operating number?"

"Uh... (Blaster noise). Boring conversation anyway. LUKE, WE'RE GONNA HAVE COMPANY!"

After we ate, Jameson and I cleaned up and headed upstairs to my room. I moved some stuff around and set up my laptop for us to watch the movie on my bed. She said she only brought the first one and then something about how it was not Episode 1, but the first movie. It didn't make any sense to me but she said to trust her and that my education would involve watching them the way you were supposed to. So far it wasn't all that bad. I still don't see why I needed to see them.

"I can't believe you've never seen any of these." Jameson repeated in disbelief. I shrugged.

"My mom was never a big fan," I told her.

"So, you're best friends with Stiles, how did you get out of that?"

"When we were younger he couldn't sit down long enough to watch a movie all the way through in one sitting, so we did other things."

"Are you saying he was worse than he is now?" Jameson asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, our elementary teachers made him take laps to tire him out."

Jameson shook her head with a fond smile.

"What about you?" I asked her.

"What about me?"

"What were you like as a kid?"

"I suppose not much different than I am now, just you know minus the drinking," She said holding up the bottle of rum and took a drink before passing it over to me.

"What no pigtail stories?"

"Oh, I had pigtails, it was one of the few hair styles my brother could accomplish until one of his girlfriends taught him how to braid. But I was still a bad-ass, just a pint size one. What about you?"

"I was an asthmatic." I told her taking a drink.

"So that must have been a plus in the werewolf column." She said.

"Yeah, I could do all the things I couldn't before."

"So it was Stiles the spaz and Scott the asthmatic, you two sound like you were quite the pair." She said in a weird tone taking the bottle from me.

"Did you have best friend growing up?"

Jameson smiled softly to herself.

"Yeah, I did, my oldest brother." She answered, "I never needed anyone else as long as long as I had him."

"It must be nice to have siblings close to your own age."

Jameson snorted.

"He wasn't, there's about 15 years between us. Though with the way he acts sometimes you might think we were the same age."

"Where is he now?" I asked her while she was opening up.

"He found himself a new best friend is living it up it in the mid-west." She answered bitterly taking another sip, "But it's whatever, we all have to leave home sometime."

"Wh-,"

"Shh... they're in the garbage bay." Jameson interrupted and pointed to the screen. She then turned back to the screen and kept a laser focus on the movie. I complied and turned to face my computer watching her out of the corner of my eye. Though she appeared relax, I saw a tension around her eye and in her neck. Instead of just getting a short drink, she began pouring the rum back. I wish I could get her to open more, I still had so many questions. What had turned her into to a soldier? What happened with her brothers?

As the movie went on I continued to sneak glances at her, the more she drank the more she settled down into the bed more. Soon she placed the bottle down and turned her full attention to the film. I followed her example and watched as Luke Skywalker took on the Death Star. It ended with Luke and Han getting medals for helping the rebels. The credits began to roll and I turned to ask Jameson if she could get me the next one, but I stopped short when I saw her.

She was curled up on her side facing me, her hair was hiding her face, but I could tell she was asleep. I smiled and closed my laptop. I moved off the bed and placed it back on the desk. I texted Stiles to let him know that Jameson had fallen asleep, before grabbing two blankets from my closet. I put one on the dresser and unfolded the other and took it over to Jameson. I draped it over her and grabbed the second pillow. I collected the other blanket and grabbed some sweatpants so I could sleep downstairs. I moved towards the door when Jameson started mumbling. I turned my head towards her. She was messing with her blanket, scrunching it up and twisting it. Her hair had fallen back and I could now see her face. Her forehead was scrunched up, matching the grimace on her face.

"Stop, I didn't….Dean…" she whimpered, I lost most of what she said after that, as it was slurred or just random noises. I closed the door, and walked back over to the bed. Last time this happened I wasn't sure what to do for her, I still didn't. But from the scent of her distress I knew leaving her wasn't an option. I put my pillow back down and climbed on the bed. I laid down on my side of the bed and reached my hand across the bed to grab hers. She tensed at the unexpected contact, but after a moment she relaxed. Her face became peaceful and she stopped her mumbling.

"Goodnight, Jameson." I told her before shutting my eyes and going to sleep.

~Wayward Summer~

Hope you guys like this evening with Scott and Jameson. The next chapter will feature the Sheriff in three little short stories. Review and let me know what you guys think.