Mayberry

AN: A few cute shorts featuring Jameson and the Sheriff. All of them are in the Sheriff's perspective, except for a brief little interlude in Isaac's mind.

~Wayward Summer~

Saturdays:

"A buh-buh buh buh-buh

A buh-buh buh buh-buh

You went to school to learn, girl

Things you never, never knew before

Like I before E except after C

And why two plus two makes four

Now now now, I'm gonna teach you

Teach you, teach you

All about love, dear

All about love

Sit yourself down, take a seat

All you gotta do is repeat after me."

Once again I'm jarred awake by Jameson blaring her music from the kitchen. Every Saturday, does she have to do this every damn Saturday? I tried to roll over and go back to sleep but Jameson won't allow it.

I sighed and threw back the blankets. It's time I had a talk with her about respecting my days off. I got off the bed and trudged downstairs, wiping the sleep from my eyes. I made my way towards the kitchen and open my mouth to tell Jameson to shut her music off, but found myself smiling instead.

There was Jameson with her music blasting, evidence of her preparing to cook Saturday breakfast lay about the room. She had flour all over her nose, and she was teaching Stiles to moonwalk.

"No, you're trying too hard," Jameson laughed at his latest attempt, "Like this."

She showed him how to move his foot by exaggerating her own movements. He nodded and tried again, and ended up tripping and falling into the table. Jameson threw her head back and laughed.

"This isn't funny, James." Stiles protested breathlessly. She couldn't respond she was still laughing so hard. Stiles eyes narrowed and he put his hand in the nearby flour, picked some up and flung it into her face. Jameson stopped laughing immediately.

"You're so dead, Stilinski." she said darkly before taking a handful of flour and slinging it at him.

"Oh. it's on now, Winchester." he declared. I watched the pair of them go at it for a few minutes. Jameson had a frying pan as a shield and a nearby bowl of flour, at some point Stiles stole it and just began assaulting her with flour. She retreated towards the sink and grabbed the hose and held it up. Stiles placed the flour down very slowly. Jameson got a wicked grin on her face and turned on the water. Stiles was immediately pelted by a stream of water, and that's when I decided to step in.

"What's going on here?" I asked sternly. Jameson immediately dropped the hose and Stiles held his hands up in surrender.

"She started it." Stiles proclaimed pointing his finger at Jameson, the same time she said, "He started it."

"I don't care who started it, you both will be cleaning this up." I told them, "Now."

"Yes, sir." Both kids said.

"Good, I'm going to go get dressed and then I guess we'll go to the diner for breakfast." I told them. Both kids nodded, "Now get to work."

I turned on my heel and headed back to the stairs. I heard the sound of someone hitting someone followed quickly by Stiles' complaining. I smiled to myself. I guess Saturday mornings weren't so bad after all. It was starting to feel like a family tradition anyway, I guess I can continue letting Jameson blast her music.

~Wayward Summer~

The Trouble With Boys:

Sheriff's Perspective:

"Jameson, Isaac's here," I called upstairs giving the boy a wary look.

"I'll be right down," she called back.

"She'll be right down," I said to Isaac like he couldn't hear her. He just smiled and nodded his head.

I wasn't too sure how I felt about this. It's not like I gave Jameson any rules concerning gentlemen callers. And I was neither her father nor her Uncle Bobby, so I didn't feel like I had any real authority to say anything. Well, other than "For the love of God, don't get pregnant."

And why this Isaac kid? I arrested him at one point for suspicion of murder. I didn't really believe he actually did it, but still he was suspicious. I gave him a once over, he looked like a good kid. He didn't have any tattoos or piercing, and my presence was making him nervous. Maybe… he wasn't all that bad.

"Well, howdy there, stranger," Jameson's voice called from above. I looked up at her, she was leaning over the railing looking at Isaac. I looked back at the boy in question whose eyes were raking over her. Okay, so maybe I was right the first time and he wasn't good at all.

Isaac's Perspective:

"Well, howdy there, stranger," Jameson's sultry voice called down to me. I moved my eyes upward taking in every inch of her. Her long tanned legs were on display, was she wearing a dress? I raised my eyes and saw that she was in fact wearing a black thin strapped dress that was longer in the back than the front. I continued my observation of her to her face and was blindsided by her hair. Was that pink and purple?

"H-hey." I stuttered, too shocked to say anything else. She grinned and headed down the stairs. Once she reached the bottom of the steps, she did a little twirl.

"What do you think of the new look?" She asked me.

"It's certainly something." I told her.

"What can I say, Lydia is a force to be reckoned with?"

"Is that Jameson Winchester admitting defeat?"

"I just said she was a force to be reckoned with, I didn't say that I was admitting defeat."

We kind of just stood there for a moment grinning at each other, until the Sheriff cleared his throat. We both turned to look at him.

"So what are you kids doing today?"

"Don't know," Jameson answered, "We'll probably just end up wherever the wind takes us. But wherever we go someone has a lot of groveling to do."

I rolled my eyes. With all the running Derek had me doing to find Erica and Boyd, I hadn't been able to hang out with Jameson. The only reason Derek let me off today was because Jameson was getting suspicious. He said something about how he's seen what happens when a Winchester goes to war and that's the last thing we needed.

"Well don't be out too late." The Sheriff said.

"Okay," Jameson said grabbing my hand and pulling me to the door. She stopped at the door and raised her eyebrow at me, implying that I should open the door for her. I rolled my eyes again and opened the door. I made a large sweeping gesture with my arms motioning for her to go forward.

"Well, it's nice to see that chivalry isn't dead," she said smartly, "Bye Sheriff."

She walked by me, I caught a whiff of her scent, a mixture of leather and smoky vanilla. But there was another scent mixing with her own scent, it was masculine, and it was warning. It smelt familiar but it was too light for me figure out who it was.

I shook it off and started to follow after her when the Sheriff stopped me. I looked at him expectantly.

"I'm still new to this whole being a foster parent to a teenage girl, but you realize I have a gun, right?"

"Very aware, sir."

"Good, that's good. Have a nice day, Isaac." He said. I gulped and nodded before heading to Jameson's car.

Sheriff's Perspective:

I watched Isaac get in Jameson's car and drive away from the window by the door. Once they were out of the sight I sighed and turned around. Stiles was standing in the middle of the steps with an interesting expression on his face.

"Are we okay with this?" I asked him jerking my thumb at the door.

"No, we're not." Stiles answered, "But you brought up the gun thing so that was good."

"It wasn't too much was it?" I asked.

"No that's what a good parent does, threaten the guy your foster daughter is seeing within an inch of his life. If it were me I would have added something about mounting his head on the wall, but it works."

"Well at least you seem to know what to do; I have no idea what I should be doing." I said with a sigh.

"You're doing find Dad, I think this is the longest time she's ever stayed in one place, so you're doing something right."

"Thanks, Stiles." I told him, "Well, I have to head out to work. I'll be back around 9."

"Okay."

"See you later, Stiles," I said heading out the front door.

~Wayward Summer~

Procedural Cop Shows:

I woke up in the middle of the night, and went downstairs to get a drink of water. I reached the bottom of the stairs and heard a noise coming from the living room. I tilted my head in confusion and headed into the room. Jameson was wrapped up in a blanket sitting on the coach with a bowl of popcorn in her lap. She was watching some cop show on the TV.

"Hey," she greeted without looking away from the screen.

"Hey, couldn't sleep?" I asked her.

"Wasn't feeling well." She said with a shrug.

"What are you watching?" I asked.

"CSI: New York." She answered. Huh. I took a seat in the chair next to the couch.

"I'm more a Vegas fan, myself."

"Me too," She answered, "Vegas comes on first and then New York, Miami should be on in another hour."

"Got this down pat, don't you?"

"Yeah well, lot of late nights and there's always a procedural cop show on."

I chuckled.

"Yeah," I said. We sat in silence and watched the show.

"They totally have the wrong guy." She said motioning at the TV with her hands.

"You think?" I asked her. I agreed but I wanted to see what she thought.

"It's totally the best friend. She was too close to the boyfriend of the victim and she's seems short tempered so it's not hard to believe that she would snap at her friend cheating on the guy."

"Good eye, kid."

"Thanks," she said holding out the bowl of popcorn to me. I nodded in thanks and took a handful. We turned back to the TV and finished the episode, which did end with the best friend being the killer. I found myself staying up for the next one with her. We talked through the case as it went and she guessef it right again. She seemed like she really knew what to look for, like she done some investigating work herself. Who was this girl?

~Wayward Summer~

Hoped you enjoy these little moments with the Sheriff and the small appearance of Isaac. Review and let me know what you think. Next up will be another Scott and Jameson.