Chapter Two: Wolfing Out

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AN: Nothing majorly changed here since the last revision, but is grammatically cleaner which makes me feel better lol.

~Carry On~

I'm going off the rails on a crazy train. I'm going of—

I grab my phone and shut off the stupid alarm. I really didn't want to do this. What do I need school for anyway? Is school going to teach me the difference between a Shape-shifter and a Skinwalker? Or the best way to gank a Rugaru? I think not. Preparing me for the real world my ass.

A vision of glowing eyes, Argent's smirk, and Isaac's scared face came unbidden to my mind. I growled and rolled over before sitting up. Stupid school!

I grabbed clothes and my amenities bag and went into the bathroom. There was no running water in the house but there was a hose out back that miraculously worked. I bought a couple mop buckets and have been using them for baths, flushing the toilet, etc. I changed out of an old over-sized shirt of Dean's into my favorite Aerosmith tank top and jeans before throwing Sam's flannel on.

With a nod at myself in the mirror I began brushing my rat's nest into a more manageable look. I left it down like I usually do; updos and braids were only for special days. Satisfied with my work I brushed my teeth and grabbed my keys and a pop-tart on my way out. I was sooo… not looking forward to today.

~Carry On~

"Hey Mamma, look at me, I'm on my way to the promise land…I'm on the highway to hell…Highway to Hell! I'm on the highway to hell…Highway to hell! Don't stop me…"

I sped into the parking lot of Beacon Hills High, going way over the recommended 5 miles an hour. I saw an open spot near the front of the school and whipped it in there, totally stealing the spot from some prissy looking Porsche. He slammed down on his horn but I didn't care. You snooze you lose, pal.

I cut the engine and climbed out of my Mustang. I was reaching into the back to get my backpack, when someone started bitching at me.

"Hey! Hey! I'm talking to you. Didn't you see me going to park?"

I sighed and grabbed my backpack. I straightened myself out and shut the door before turning to deal with him.

"Yep." I answer.

"Well this is my spot so you should… you know…what's the word? Oh right, move."

"Is your name it? No? Well, then why don't you take your prissy piece of trash and park over there with the other cheerleaders." I throw back at him, before turning on my heel and leaving him sputtering in my wake. I was walking toward the front door when I heard a loud crash behind me. I turn my head and see Isaac tangled up in a bunch of bikes. I grin and walk over to him.

"So you do only do this type of stuff when I'm around." I tease him. He blushed furiously, "Are you okay?"

He nodded. I lifted an eyebrow urging him to use his word.

"Y-y-yeah I'm fine."

"Good. So are you busy right now? I could use an escort to the front office, I'm like this close," I told him, holding my pointer finger and thumb about half an inch apart, "to ditching."

Isaac gave me a small smile and nodded.

"Yeah, I can "escort" you."

"Great, it's not usually this easy for me to friends," I joked jerking my thumb back to my car. He grins as he looks behind me. The guy still must be fuming. I reached my hand down, and internally flinched when I saw him jump at my out stretched hand. He eventually took it, and I helped him up. I work with him to reset up the bikes and then we headed into the school

"So…uh…that was pretty cool how you handle Jackson back there." He said nodding his head back to where the incident took place. I smirk.

"His name is Jackson?" I ask practically giddy, "That's perfect. Jackson, Jackass, same beginning, same amount of letters. I can see where I might have a problem remembering his name."

Isaac gave a small laugh, as he opened the front door for me. From there he led me down the short hallway and turned us down the first corridor to our left, right to the front office.

"Should I stay to make sure you don't ditch?" He asked, confident enough to make a joke.

"Thanks for the offer, but I think I can control myself now." I say, beginning to push the door open. "See you around, Isaac."

"Well I've learn never to say never, so…we'll see." He said using my word from the other night. I smiled at him before saluting him and heading into the office. I walked up to the lady at the front desk and using my best innocent teenager voice I said:

"Hi, I'm Jameson Winchester…um, I was here yesterday I have the rest of my paperwork."

"Oh yes," she replied, "I have you schedule right here. One of the classes you requested was full so your first period will be an independent study where you can do homework or work on projects. But seeing as it's you first day, you can either go the library or watch the lacrosse practice."

Lacrosse? Isaac douche of a father said Isaac was on the team. Maybe I will go there.

"I've never seen a lacrosse game before, that might be interesting." I say. The secretary smiles at me and pulls out a map showing me where the field is and how to get there. I thanked her and headed towards the field. As I headed out a side door I spotted Isaac coming out of what I'm assuming was the locker room.

"Isaac!" I called out, causing the boy to jump about 10 feet. He turned and saw me and waved. I jogged over to him.

"So how lucky am I? First Period, Independent Study." I say flashing my schedule at him. He rolled his eyes and snatched it from me. He indicated for me to walk with him. As we headed towards the field he looked over my schedule.

"We have third and fifth period together." He said handing me, my schedule back.

"Cool." I reply, taking the schedule and stuffing it in the back pocket of my jeans, "So what's this lacrosse thing anyway?"

He gave me a look like I had killed his dog or something.

"I mean how do you play? Is it like football? Soccer? What?" I clarified.

"It's lik—"

"LAHEY! Stop flirting, and get your ass on the field!" A weird looking man with hair sticking up in random directions yelled at Isaac. He gulped and ducked his head and started jogging towards the field, "You blonde girl, do I know you?"

"No, sir. Today is my first day."

"What's your name?"

"Jameson."

"Well, that's an odd name for a girl."

I grit my teeth, holding back the retort I could feel forming on the tip of my tongue.

"My father picked it, sir."

"Huh. Why are you on my field?"

"Free period, sir, it was either this or the library."

"Fine, just sit on the bleachers and shut-up," the strange man said before turning back to the field. He swivels his head back in an afterthought, "And no flirting with my players."

I threw my hands up in surrender. He turned around and started blowing his whistle and yelling at someone named Greenburg. I turned to two players who were sitting on the bench next to me, a guy with a buzz cut and another one who reminded me of a puppy.

"Your coach is a sad, strange, little man." I tell them. They both look up at me, Buzzcut looks at me like he's never had a girl talk to him before, but the puppy looks like he knows me and he's almost scared…there is more than one werewolf in this town. I look at him critically, and he stares back unashamed. I was thinking about throwing a little wolfs-bane on him and seeing how he reacted, but I was interrupted by the Coach whistling.

"Off my field, boy name." he yelled. I looked up at him and gave him a scary look. He took a step back and turned around quickly. I grinned in victory, nodded at the boys, and went and sat down on the bench. I surveyed the field like it was my kingdom and noticed Jackass sitting on the bench talking to some guy, who didn't look all that happy to have his attention. At least I'm not the only one who thinks he's a tool

. Isaac was not too far off putting on the rest of his pads, he kept looking at the forest then back at me, but every time I turned to look to see what was going on, there was nothing there. Was that Greaser wannabe werewolf stalking him? God, I knew I should have brought something more than wolfs-bane into school today.

I was distracted from planning anything further by the loud sound of rattling. I look down to see Buzzcutt running spastically back to his friend. He was carrying even more equipment than the other boys had. What the hell is he doing?

"Let's go." The coach said after blowing his whistle, "Line it up."

I guess Dean was right the whistle does make him their God, because immediately all the boys run onto the field, no one straggled or swaggered on to the field, not even Jackass. Maybe I should invest.

Puppy dog went into goal while the others lined up across from him. Maybe this was like a shootout or something. The coach blew the whistle and the first boy in line ran towards the ball on the field, scooped it up and charged the goal, and then Puppy ran out of the goal and tackled him to the ground. WHOO! Maybe I could get behind this sport.

The coach seemed unamused by the whole event though.

"McCall," He yelled, "Usually the goalie stays somewhere in the vicinity of the actual goal."

So I guess that is not how the game is actually played. The boy nodded and jogged back into the goal. The coach shook his head and blew his whistle again to start the process again. Number 8 scooped up the ball and ran towards the goal and McCall ran to him. He rammed him at the waist causing the other boy to flip over his shoulder. I turned to the girl sitting a few bleachers above me.

"Is lacrosse always like this?" I ask her. She looks at me like I'm completely stupid and shakes her head, "Hmm…well that's too bad."

I turned back in time to see another boy trying to run the goal and McCall came up and tripped this guy too. I liked this kid; until he bent down to…sniff him? What the hell is going on? The coach seems to be of the same mindset because he pulled one of the players head masks closer to him. I recognize his jersey number as Buzzcut's. The coach seemed to let it go after the boy talked to him and blew the whistle again, and nobody was surprised by what happened next, as the two boys collided with each other. McCall though did spend some more time with this kid than he did the others. Maybe he found what he was looking for.

The coach went onto the field and yelled at the boy again something about the first ever suicide due to suicide runs, which didn't sound very pleasant. I looked back to the line of boys and noticed Jackass was up next. I smirked I was going to love this, but he seemed to have opted out, leaving the next boy up to be…Isaac.

"Oh no, Isaac." I say softly. Isaac turns towards me almost like he heard me. I look back and see that his face looks off and the only thing truly distinguishable from behind his mask are glowing yellow eyes, "Shit!"

I got up and walked closer to the field my hand holding the bag of poppy dust in my pocket. I'm directly behind the coach, when he whistles signally Isaac to move. He scoops up the ball and McCall charges him; the collision of the two boys is audible. They get up on all fours and the two become locked in a stare down. I look carefully and noticed two flashes of yellow. And it dawns on me this might have been what McCall was looking for, another werewolf. He must be a young werewolf if he had to make a spectacle of himself to determine which of the other players was a werewolf. It's too public for me to do anything but watch, unless… well if they decide to go public then all bets are off.

I hear a cackle of a radio and turn to see three guys from the sheriff's station including the one from the graveyard the other morning, walk onto the field. They came up to the coach and asked to speak to Isaac Lahey. I look at them curiously until one of them shoots me a look to back off. I raise my hands in surrender and back off a bit. The coach calls Isaac over and the five of them head over closer to the tree line. After a few moments they escort him off the field towards the school. What is going on? Is he being arrested? I look over at the other werewolf, the McCall kid, and almost like he feels me watching him her turns and looks at me. We share a look, I'm not sure what he's trying to convey to me, but I get the feeling that it's something bad.

~Carry On~

After fourth period I spot Buzzcut and McCall in the hall and follow them. Once I'm close enough I call out to them. They turn around and look surprised to see me.

"Hey, have you two seen Isaac Lahey? He wasn't in third period with me."

"Uh…." Buzzcut just rambled. I raised my eyebrow at him urging him to speak.

"He's still at the station," McCall answered, "His dad was killed."

"Was it karma?" I asked. "He looked like an asshole."

The pair looked at me weirdly. What, is that not how you respond when some asshole dies?

"No, they think he was murdered." Buzz cut answered, "W-Who says stuff like that?"

"Someone who had no relations with the dead and only has known the son for three days ago."

"Are you new to town?" McCall asked, like it wasn't obvious that I was.

"Yeah."

"Well welcome, I'm Stiles and this is Scott, and we have to be going." Stiles said, pulling Scott along with him.

"It was…uh…nice to meet you…?" Scott called after.

"Jameson."

"Oh that's a nice name." Scott stops to say before his friend yanks him around the corner. Okay it's official those two are just weird. And who the hell names their kid Stiles? Anyway back to Isaac, they must be questioning him to see if he would know who'd want to kill his father or if he noticed anything weird about the last few days. Normal questioning, but if they found out that Isaac's dad was abusing him Isaac was going to be suspect number one. Who'd have more motive than that? I wouldn't blame Isaac if he did snap, but if he did snap I needed to put him down. I needed to get to the police station, preferably before the full moon rose or even more people would end up dead.

~Carry On~

Stiles' Perspective:

After I got out of detention, thanks a lot Scott, I had to go pick up Derek from the Lahey house so we could go get Isaac out of jail before the moon rose. I pulled up at the Sheriff's station and parked out front. I turned to Derek to tell him what I knew about the keys to the cells.

"Okay, the keys to every cell are in a password protected lock box in my father's office. The problem is getting past the front desk." I tell him.

"I'll just distract her." Derek said like it was the most obvious plan in the world. Did becoming an Alpha erase his memory? He was a murder suspect. I grab his shoulder, preventing him from opening the door.

"Wh-Whoa, Whoa, you're not going in there," I tell him. He doesn't answer just looks at my hand, like he can't believe I had the nerve to touch him. Crap he's going to kill me, "I'm taking my hand off."

"I was exonerated."

"You're still a person of interest."

"An innocent person."

"An in-you?" I exclaim with a laugh, "Yeah, right."

Derek gives me a pointed look.

"Okay, fine." I say, "What's your plan?"

"To distract her."

"Uh-huh, how? By punching her in the face?" I say giving him my mocking Derek face.

"By talking to her."

"Okay, give me sample. What are you going to open with?"

Derek just gives me another pointed look, and says nothing. Great, dead silence, this plan just keeps getting better and better.

"Dead silence, that should w—" I start to say, but Derek cuts me off by putting his hand on my mouth.

"Shh, Shhh," Derek says looking out the windshield, peering at something upwards. I push Derek's hand away and try to look and see what's going on. I see a figure on the roof, but they are too far way for me to get a good look at who it is.

"We need to go now." Derek orders. Is that panic I hear in his voice?

"What's going on? Who's on the roof?"

"Winchester." He said getting out of the vehicle. I quickly scramble after him, nearly falling out of the car. Scott told me about the girl that had scared Derek the other night, and this morning when he saw her taking on Jackson, he practically ripped my arm off pulling me behind a tree. If she wasn't a hunter trying to kill my best friend I might just like her. If she can scare Derek and leave Jackson a sputtering mess, she could be very useful.

"Wait, Jameson's here. Blonde, about 5' 7'', attitude." I ask Derek to make sure it wasn't one of the brothers Scott said Derek warned him about.

"Yes, do you know her?"

"She started school today."

"Crap!" He exclaimed and headed into the station, "This means she is going to stay awhile."

I follow after him ducking behind a door until Derek distracted Kendra long enough for me to sneak past her.

"Good evening, how can I help," Kendra said coming out of the office before stopping once she saw Derek, "you?"

"Hi." Derek said with a big grin. I rolled my eyes when I saw Kendra buying it, is that really all it takes these days for a woman to go from a hard-ass cop to teenage girl?

"Hi."

"Umm I had a question; uhh sorry I'm a little thrown here I wasn't really expecting someone…"

"Like me?" Kendra asked flirtatiously

"I was going to say someone so incredibly beautiful, but I guess…"

I missed the last part of whatever garbage Derek was spewing, as I had successfully snuck behind Kendra to get to my Dad's office. I walked over to the lock box and started pressing in the code until I noticed the panel was loose. I pushed it in and the panel came tumbling into my hands. The hunter must have already gotten it.

"Oh no." I let out, and sprint towards the door. When I get to the hallway I notice a trail of blood leading towards the back of the station.

"Shit!" I exclaim and follow the trail, hoping it wasn't too late. The last we needed was Derek's new mutt running around town. I skid around the corner and catch sight of a fire alarm on the wall. This is a bad idea, but… I pull down the switch alerting the whole station to what was going on. Hopefully, a lot of them will get out. I turn down another corner and race into the holding cell room. WHAT THE HELL?

There was Jameson Winchester, in the middle of the room, making sure that she kept herself firmly between Isaac and the hunter.

"Ah…did the wittle hunter hurt his leg." She taunted, the Argent hunter swung at her, she didn't move out of the way in time and he got a bit of her chin. She faltered a bit before rubbing her jaw.

"Okay, that was cute." She said. She took the small knife that was in her hand and dove for his bad leg. He tried to stop her but she was quicker than him this time. She slammed the knife in his open wound. He howled in pain, and crumbled to his knee. She stood over him with a smirking gleam in her eye, "My brother says it's not nice to hit girls."

And the BAM! She hit his head with the hilt of her knife, effectively knocking him out.

"Damn…" I exclaimed.

She looked up noticing me for the first time, before looking over at Isaac who was standing back against the wall growling. She then looked back at me.

"Get out!" she whisper yelled.

"What? No." I said back to her. She looked back at Isaac who was starting to move towards me. She ran in front of me and held her hand up to Isaac.

"Hey, Isaac, hey. It's me, Jameson." She said soothingly. He tilted his head at her contemplatively but he still looked like a prowling animal. Then he noticed her hands and saw that she was still holding her knife. She noticed it too.

"Shit." She let out softly, before dropping the knife, "I'm dropping the knife, run. It's going to be okay, Isaac, run, I stopped him, run, no one is going to hurt you, run now you idiot."

I finally got what she was doing and started to scramble out of the holding room, but ending up slipping on blood and knocking into Jameson. Isaac didn't like that. He tore me off of her and stepped over her, standing between us. He started to come towards again when Derek walked into the room. He took one look at the situation and began to howl. Isaac immediately backed off and began to curl into himself against the wall. When he unfurled, he was a boy again. Jameson got up off the ground and put herself once again between a threat and Isaac.

"I'm letting you go just this once, Alpha," she said, "Next time I won't be as lenient. Get him out of here and lock him up, I would hate to have to kill my first new friend."

Derek nodded and got Isaac off the ground. He helped him walk him out of the room. Isaac watched Jameson as he left, probably trying to figure out who this girl was and what the hell just happened, like I was. Wasn't she supposed to be a no mercy hunter? Once they left there was one question I just had to ask.

"How did he do that?" I ask, "Revert Isaac back."

"He's an Alpha," she said picking up her knife and heading toward the door.

"Wait! You just can't leave, what am I supposed to tell my Dad?"

"Oh, so you're Opie," she said, I gave her a weird look, "Look I don't care what you tell him as long as you leave me and the werewolves out of it. Tell him the man had a nervous breakdown or was possessed by a demon. That latter usually is a good one."

She salutes me and walks out the door and disappears down one of the corridors.

"Great, thanks. I'm starting to see why Derek doesn't like you." I called after her. I turn back to the room, what am I supposed to do? I sighed and dragged the hunter over to the wall and tried to prop him up but he kept falling over so I just left him on the ground. I took a few steps back and ran my fingers down my face, now what was I going to tell my Dad? Crazy was a good suggestion and I had to admit the whole demon possession story did have some potential, but I didn't think Dad would go for it. I'm still contemplating when Dad walks in. Crap! I begin to panic and look between the hunter and my father.

"He did it!" I spit out pointing to the hunter's unconscious body. My father was not amused. I hate you, Jameson and I really hate you Derek.

~Carry On~

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