Chapter 3: Rumble in the Rink

AN: If this is your first time reading this, this chapter brings Jameson more into the story. Let's Get Ready to Rumble! Be on the look out for a little Cas time.

~Carry On~

Jameson's Perspective:

After rescuing Isaac from the hunter last night, I went back to my house. There wasn't much else I could do. When I finally got back, I grabbed one of camping lanterns from the living room and went to the bathroom.

I could not believe that little sucker got me, Dad would have gone off on me for hours for being so careless if he were here. And then Dean would have made me train with him for hours so it wouldn't happen again. Sam wou… Sam would have been the only one to ask me if I was alright and check my jaw to make sure nothing was wrong. I guess I can do all three by myself.

God dammit Jameson, you should know by now to watch the shoulders!

Two hours of training kid.

Let's check that bruise, Jamie.

I sigh and turn on the light as I reach the bathroom. I look in the mirror at the bruise forming on my chin. I touch it tentatively. It's a little swollen, but nothing feels broken, he didn't even break through the skin. I got lucky this time.

I walk out of the bathroom and got my bed shirt and amenities bag and returned to the bathroom. I let my jacket fall off my shoulders and strip down to my unmentionables. I throw Dean's old shirt on, practically drowning in the fabric. But that's the life of hand-me downs, okay not so much as hand-me downs as I had nothing else to wear and I stole it from him a couple months ago. When he saw me he started to make a fuss, but just shook his head and walked out of the room. I smile to myself over the memory. I mis-.

I shake my head and brush my hair into a bun on top of my head. I used the generic face scrub I bought and washed my face before brushing my teeth. Once I finished up, I packed everything up and head back to the living room. I stuffed everything in my duffle, always ready to leave in a moment's notice.

I have some homework I know I should be doing but all of it can be done during my independent study tomorrow. So I ignore my backpack and check all the salt lines and devil's traps around the room. Once I determine my HQ to be secure, I set my alarm on my phone and crawl into my sleeping bag.

"Goodnight, Jameson." I say to myself, before scooting down more in the bag. I find the perfect spot on my pillow, and fall asleep without another thought.

~Carry On~

When I got to school the next day, Jackass was waiting for me in "his" spot. He was leaning on his car with a smirk on his face as I parked two spots down from him. He gave me the "cool guy" head nod, as if to say "Check-mate, bitch." You know if he even knew what chess was. I get out of the car and smirk at him, with a small laugh. Because really all he did was show me that I got to him. He looked confused.

"You know maybe I was wrong," I call over to him, "Maybe cars like yours belong over at the elementary school with the other five-year-olds' Power Wheels."

His jaw clenched and I could feel my smirk growing bigger. I close my door and give Jackson a small wave before walking towards the school. It is already shaping up to be a very fun day.

I spent first period on the lacrosse field again and managed to finish all my homework, despite the constant feeling of Stiles' glare. I guess he was still pissed that he had to explain to Sheriff Woody who had poisoned the waterhole all by himself. He could have just left too. I don't know why he stuck around. He's like he was asking to get busted.

The rest of my day was pretty much uneventful, no one was arrested and the only werewolf around was the strangely well-behaved McCall. That didn't stop me from watching him all day. He wasn't exhibiting any of the aggressive or cocky behaviors that were usually associated with these types of werewolves. He really was like a puppy dog. He was an interesting conundrum this Scott McCall.

Another realization I came to today is that so far all of my morning classes have been with Spazway and McCall. And in each and every one of them they kept sneaking glances at me, like I was crouching tiger ready to pounce. By the time gym rolled around I was fed up with it and marched over to them.

"She left me Scott! Alone in the station with an unconscious man, to explain to my Dad." I heard Stiles whispering to Scott. God he is such a baby.

"Yeah, how was she going to explain why she was there? Derek said she was different from other hunters, maybe she doesn't have a cover story like the Argents for her arsenal." Scott reasoned. Kid's kinda smart.

"I still don't like her."

"So, talking to her still might be a good idea, she might know what the creature was that Allison and I saw at Isaac's house."

"Yeah, guys why don't you just ask her." I interrupt their conversation.

"Oh my, God!" Stiles exclaimed, as both boys jumped in the air. I stood there with my arms crossed waiting the pair out.

"Next time wear a bell or something." Stiles said angrily.

"Why would I do that? Then my enemies would know I'm coming." I tell him. Stiles just gave me the stink eye, "Plus, I would hate to interrupt people while they are taking about me. And from now on guys, instead of trying to spy on me, talk to me upfront."

"Okay, fine," Stiles says, "I don't trust you and thanks by the way for leaving me last night."

"Well considering how me and the Alpha did all the heavy lifting I figured you could deal with the clerical work." I shot back. Scott tried to hide his smile as his friend looked appalled.

"Great, I am not allowed to be Robin or Batman, but a secretary is fine."

I shrugged, not too sure where the whole Batman thing came from. I let Stiles stew with whatever issues was he dealing with and turned to Scott.

"So about this thing yo-"

Coach blew the whistle interrupting my question.

"McCall! Boy Name! You're up!" He said jerking his thumb back towards the rock wall. I clench my fist, really is Jameson such a hard name to remember.

"It's Jameson, Coach." Scott spoke up from behind me. Both Coach and I turn to look at him, "Her name it's Jameson."

"Fine, whatever. She's still got to climb."

I shoot Scott a confused look, and head towards the rock wall. I take the harness from the previous girl and strap myself in and wait for McCall to finish. Once he's done I head to the wall and begin my ascent. Scott catches up and once I see no one is really watching us, I decide to question him again.

"So what's did this thing look like?" I ask him. He looked over his shoulder, before looking back at me.

"It kind of like a scaly like a reptile and it had a tail."

"A tail?'

"Yeah. Do you know what it is?"

"No, unfortunately, your description fits the bill for a lot of things. But you've given me enough to go on that I can mark a few pages in my Monster Guide for you to check out.

"Monster guide?" Scott asked pulling himself up another rock.

"My dad had a journal of all the things he had hunted, it was all jumbled up and not very organized, so I made my own. It's got every creature my family has come across and a few I heard about from other hunters. I'll mark the pages with reptilian monsters and bring it in tomorrow."

"Wait, you mean there is more than one?"

"Yes. How young of a werewolf are you?" I asked climbing up another level.

"Last night was my third full moon."

"Well, that explains the lacrosse practice incident." I reply.

"Yeah…not one of my finer moments."

"Yeah, I'm sure it wasn't." I tease. He looks up at pleasantly surprised that I was teasing him.

"Race you to the top?" He asked.

"You're on, Wolfman." I say, begin climbing faster up the wall. There was no way he could beat me unless he used his wolf…powers. I look up and there's Scott at the top with a victorious grin on his face. I shove him in the side, and he loses his balance and falls to the mat below. I bite my lip sheepishly. Well, that wasn't supposed to happen. The Coach leans laughingly over Scott, before yelling for the next two contestants. I push myself the wall and slowly descend to the ground. I unhook myself and head over to Scott, who is still lying on the ground.

"Sorry," I apologized, offering him my hand.

"It's okay." He said taking my hand. I helped him up and got him untangled from the harness.

"Thanks."

"Well, I did just push you off a wall."

"Yeah I guess you did owe me."

I rolled my eyes, causing him to grin.

"So I'll look through my book tonight and let you know what I find."

"Yeah, thanks that'd be great."

I nod and head towards the back of the crowd. I watch as Stiles actually manages to climb to the top of the wall and come back down before his partner. But then I realize his partner isn't being slow, she's actually stuck. I push my way through the crowds and make it in the front in time to hear some redhead make a comment about how the girl was just freaking out and nothing was actually wrong with her. She must be such a joy to be friends with.

"Maybe it's not safe for her coach, you know she's epileptic." Some brunette girl told the Coach.

"Why doesn't anybody tell me this stuff?" the Coach exclaims, "Erica, you're fine. Just kick off from the wall. There is a mat to catch you."

The girl nods, but she still doesn't move.

"Come on." The Coach urges. The girl listens this time and pushes off the wall, landing on her feet.

"See, you're fine. You're on the ground." The Coach awkwardly comforts her, "You're all right. Let's go. Shake it off. You're fine."

Erica walks away humiliated, with the soundtrack of snickers and degrading comments following her out. Freaking people, man. I just don't get "normal" people. I noticed Scott watching her walk towards to the locker room, with an empathic look on his face. Maybe he doesn't get them either.

~Carry On~

After school and I went back to the house and grabbed my laundry, I hadn't washed clothes in over a week and I was starting to run out. There was a laundry mat near where my friend Maureen worked so I figured I wash my clothes then go get some grub. Sadly it would be a to-go meal as I had a date with a reptilian monster.

I drove in to town and parked in the lot outside of the laundry place and carried my load of clothes inside. I found an open washer and then I looked at the price.

"Five dollars for one freaking load!" I whispered yelled to myself. I've never had to pay this much for a load. I think I topped out at 2ish. I huff in frustration because until I can find another solution this would have to do. I shoved my clothes and gave the machine its five damn dollars and sat down at one of the table and started on my homework. It was chemistry homework and I swear that teacher was channeling every dictator know to history. He really was a sadistic son of a bitch.

I had almost finished the homework when I had to switch from washer to dryer and that cost me three more dollars. Whoo! Drying took another hour of my time and once I finished my chem homework I had no will to finish the other stuff, so I just sat around twittling my thumbs.

When my clothes were dry, I took them out and just bagged them I would worry about folding later. I threw them in my car and headed towards the diner. Unfortunately, it did not appear as Maureen was working, so I just had to order my food and forgo the side of harassment. It was a crying shame. Fifteen minutes later I was on the road again. 18 dollars poorer but with fresh laundry and a burger with fries.

~Carry On~

"Okay, reptilian, reptilian…" I said skimming through the tabs on the side of my monster guide. Which really was a binder like sketchbook I had bought a couple years ago and had transferred all of my dad's and other hunters' information into it, with detailing drawings where I could," Ah ha!"

I stuck my finger in between the pages and slipped it open to…Naga. A divine snake like being with human attributes. Well it had a tail, and the notes said it could be benevolent or malevolent. It could also be a Lamia or Shokera, both are humanoid lizard men or women. Or it could be an alien. Oh, that would be the day. Another more plausible creature is a Kanima, a genetic screw-up in the were family that could come in all shapes and sizes. The one Dean and I dealt with was reptilian and from what I hear it wasn't the only one.

I added green Post-It tabs to the all of the possible suspects. I could live with most of them; they're easy fixes, but a Kanima that one would be nasty. That thing has wings. I nearly lost an arm fighting that thing off last time with Dean. There is no way I could do it on my own and my only local sidekick options include a baby werewolf and little Opie Taylor. I mean there was that Alpha, the one with the gorgeous arm muscles, and Isaac but they seemed to be on the Dark Side.

I closed my book and stuffed it back pack along with my mostly finished homework. I then slipped into my sleeping bag and set my alarm. I scooted in more and drifted off to sleep.

~Carry On~

Cas' Perspective:

Sam was not with them. I don't understand. The first thing he should have done after returning was find his brother and sister. I do not understand what is wrong.

Jameson is also gone. She is not with Dean like I thought she would be and she is not with Bobby either. From what I gather she was unhappy with their new life and left Dean. What's even more surprising is Dean let her go. For as long as I have known the Winchesters, Dean has always kept Jameson close. A distance of a few feet was often considered too far away for the brother/father figure. I do not understand these humans maybe I never will.

After checking up on Dean, I wemt in search of Jameson. Maybe I can convince at least her to return to her family. I found her at a high school; she was talking to two boys her own age. She was "joking" around with one of them, he fell, but I don't think she meant for him to do so. Or maybe she did the Winchesters are a violent bunch. She did not look like she was missing her brothers. Dean once mentioned that he wished Jameson had friends her own age. Maybe she should stay here.

I followed her around the rest of the day as she attended her classes and went to town later. She seemed to get very frustrated at the place called the laundry mat. I believe she was complaining about the prices. Maybe I could find her some…money for her. She then got food from a diner, before returning to the house she was at earlier; she seems to be living there. I don't think she is there legally. She ate her meal in silence, stuffing her face in a manner identical to her brother Dean. She is a lot like him.

After she ate she got changed in to a shirt that was too big for her and didn't cover her properly. I hope she doesn't plan on going out in it, both Dean and Sam would not be pleased. Instead of going out like I feared, she settled down for the night and looked through her book of monsters; she seemed interested in the reptilian monsters. I wonder if she is hunting. Maybe Dean or Sam will be here in a few days to help.

She marks a few pages before tucking things in her bag. She then gets comfortable on the couch and goes to sleep. I watch her until her breathing even outs signally that she was asleep. She was curled up in a tight ball. Dean usually rubs her hair when she sleeps like that. I did what I saw him doing all those nights, and she immediately relaxed. After a while I stopped and draped a blanket over her. I have lingered here to long I need to return to the war in heaven. I will check in on her soon.

~Carry On~

Jameson's Perspective:

I hunt down Scott at lunch the next day, hoping that the sounds of the cafeteria will make people less nosey. I see him sans Stiles for once by the back wall, and head over there. He looks up at my step and gives me a welcoming smile. Okay, seriously nobody can be this happy? Specially to see a Winchester. It makes me kind of miss the days when people spat my name.

"Hey," he greets.

"Yo," I say sitting down diagonal from him, sitting my book bag next to me "So I got that information you wanted."

"Really? Great, so what did you find?"

"Well based on your description I have narrowed it down to a few suspects, but I can't be sure unless I see it for myself." I tell him.

"Okay, so how bad are these things?" He asked. I took a quick look around to ensure no one was paying attention to us before pulling out the Monster Book. I slid it across the table to him.

"I marked all of the possibilities in green."

"There's a lot of green." He replied sounding nervous.

"There are a lot of monsters with scales. Most of them are easy ganks like the Naga. It's a Hindu snake god that is half-snake half-man, they can be good or bad, but easily sent on their way."

"Okay, so what else is on the list?"

"There's a Lamia," I replied noticing that is where he landed in the book, "they're nasty bitches and I highly recommend if it is one of them to lock up your children."

"Why?" He questioned looking up from the page.

"Well the preferred food of the Lamia are children, but they have evolved to other foods. They're a bit more problematic, unless you are a girl, we are less susceptible to their charms when they are in their human form. "

"Human form? So it could be another kind of shape-shifter?" Scott asked

"Most likely. The other shape-shifting option is one I really hope we aren't dealing with because the last one, "I say with a sarcastic laugh, "nearly took my arm off."

Scott gulped.

"That doesn't sound good."

"No—pe." I drawled out, reaching over to flip through the book to the page I wanted,
"so let's hope it's not a Kani-"

"Got 'em." Stiles said slamming keys on the table and sitting down across from Scott. He bounces his head a few times, before noticing me.

"What's she doing here?" he asked.

"She was looking into our monster problem, remember?" Scott said. Stiles opened his mouth to speak but decided to ignore the situation.

"Whatever. I'll pick you right after work tonight and we'll meet at the rink, cool?" Stiles asked shifting his eyes over to me. From his attitude it is clear whatever they are doing I'm not allowed to come out and play. Well screw you, weird boy name. Oh God, I'm starting to sound like Coach.

Scott starts to answer him, but catches sight of something and goes completely speechless. Stiles and I turn to see what has caught his attention, and see Erica cat-walking all new and improved. Ahhh…shit!

She struts to the center of the cafeteria and steals an apple from an absolutely brain dead boy. She leans down low as she takes a bite, showcasing her new supernaturally enhanced assets. She's here to not only put on a show, but send a message.

"What the holy hell is that?" the rude redhead from yesterday asked the boys.

"It's Erica." Scott and I said simultaneously. With another smirk to the crowd, Erica takes her apple and leaves. The boys and I share a look, before scrambling to grab our things and follow after her. She heads outside where a sleek black drool-worthy Camaro is waiting for her. Then the driver turns his head and grins at us…. it's the Alpha. Still grinning he speeds off.

"Okay I'm really starting to not like that guy." I say. Despite the leather jacket and you know, his looks.

"Yeah, join the club." Stiles replies.

"T-Shirts or Wristbands?"

He gives me a weird look, but eventually shrugs it off and starts to give some thought to it.

"T-shirts. With "I Hate Derek Hale" written in bold across it."

"Derek Hale, huh? Like the Hale House fire Hale?"

"Yep."

"Interesting." I say turning on my heel, and heading back inside, "But first I need to see a man about a horse."

"Again who says things like that?" Stiles calls after me. I turn and grin at him.

"And here I thought we were bonding, Opie?"

He rolls his eyes and turns back to Scott. They start discussing something, but I'm too far away to hear particulars. It doesn't matter though; I plan on hunting down Isaac tonight to get answers. Why did Derek turn Isaac? Erica? And does he plan on turning anymore? And where did Derek get those awesome sunglasses? I shrug and head to my English class, time to read Great Expectations… again.

~Carry On~

After a quick internet search, I found the location of the Hale House. I thought it would be a good place to start to look for Isaac, but it was like a ghost town. There were few signs of habitation, but it was obvious that they hadn't been here for a couple of weeks.

I had remembered reading about this fire when I was researching the town and a few calls to a few hunters let me in on the story of another Argent losing their mind. Except this time this Argent just didn't kill "innocent" werewolves, she took out several humans as well. None of us were too surprised hearing that another Argent went crazy, they have a long family history of mental instability. I mean they won't tell you that, but it's well known in the hunting community. Gerard's father was especially mad, killed a whole pack on night just because one looked at him funny. Then came the voices, it was not a happy end. However, I didn't know how crazy Kate went until I made those calls. I will admit that when she did something, she definitely went all out.

Abandoning my search of the Hale house, I head on over to the graveyard. Maybe I could get Isaac to come to me instead. As I got closer to the graveyard I would slow down then shoot to 60, making a sound that would alert someone with super hearing where I was headed. I know Isaac has only heard my car once, but I hoping it will catch his attention. I parked at the end of the parking lot and trekked across the lot to the front gate. I reached out to push the gate, and a whooshing sound screamed in my ears.

"Sam!"

I shake my head, and push the gate open hard. And wander through the graveyard, wandering and waiting. I eventually got bored and began reading the tombstones; I stopped when I came across one in particular that read…Camden Lahey.

I wonder if he's related to Isaac. Brother? Cousin? Uncle? Grandfather? Either way, Camden's grave seemed like a good spot to wait and see if Isaac would come sniffing around. I plopped down and leaned against Camden's headstone.

It was starting to get cold and I began buttoning Sam's flannel, when a voice spoke behind me.

"It's my brother's."

I jumped a little, startled by Isaac's voice. I look around the tombstone to see Isaac standing there with his hands in his pocket, a brand new leather jacket, and a confidence he definitely didn't have before.

"I was wondering." I replied.

"What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you." I tell him as I stand up

He smirks and makes a big sweeping gesture with his arms as to say: "Here I am." I roll my eyes at him and stood up.

"So how are you liking being a fugitive?" I ask him, sitting on the top of the stone.

"Well there's no sunlight and the food sucks." He replied mimicking my actions on a grave stone directly across from me.

"Yeah that's been my experience with it."

"You've been a fugitive?"

"Technically I still am, but I'm also technically dead. I blew up in a helicopter explosion."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"I was too."

"What did you do?"

"Oh, I was just an accessory to multiple homicides, no big."

"The monsters you killed." He said, narrowing his eyes accusingly.

"Oh no, we were accused of killing the people the monsters killed."

"Ahhh…"

"So how did ole Cammy, die?"

"He was in Afghanistan, it was an IED."

I didn't exactly know what to say to that.

"Sorry." I said, going with the generic approach. Isaac just shrugged.

"So what can I do for you?"

"Why did Derek change you?"

"So I wouldn't be scared of my father."

"Yeah, he seemed like an ass." I replied, sitting across from him.

"Aren't you going to ask me?"

"Ask you what?"

"If I killed him."

"I know you didn't."

"How?"

"Because if I was bitten, I wouldn't be able to kill my father either." I answered. And I wasn't lying or giving him a line. An abused dog might grow-up mean, but it will always be scared of its abuser.

Isaac just nodded.

"And Erica, why did he choose her?"

"I knew her from school and I knew how much she was bullied and ostracized because of her epilepsy. I thought she might want the miracle cure." He said, ending with a sarcastic tone.

"Yes, but why is he turning anybody? It can't be because of the hunters, turning teenagers will only get them more involved. What is he really worried about?"

"Besides the hunters, nothing." Isaac answered, "He just wanted to help us."

I just shook my head at how naïve these young pups were.

"He's preparing for something; he didn't just do this out of the goodness of his hairy heart, Isaac. War is brewing you can't afford to be naïve." I tell him. Isaac stands up indignant.

"And what side will you be on?"

"The side that is fighting the good fight. And I don't think that side is Derek's and I know sure as hell it's not the Argents." I hiss, rising off the ground. I wasn't going to let him tower over me.

"You're wrong." He said storming off. I move after him.

"Hey, if he's preparing for something two won't be enough. Is he going after someone else?" I call after him, Isaac ignores me and keeps going, "Hey I saved your life, pal, you owe me."

Isaac stops in his tracks and turns his head a little to the side.

"He wants one more." He answered before continuing on his way. Great, a full pack.

~Carry On~

"Scott!" I yell down the hall the next morning. He turns and when he sees me he steps off to the side so I can catch up.

"Hey, what's up?"

"I talked to Lahey last night and he s—"

"Wait… you talked to Isaac?"

"Yeah."

"Where?'

"The graveyard, he used to work there for his asshole dad. It was hunch but it turned out to be good."

"W-what did he say?"

"That he thinks Derek turned him and Erica out of the goodness of his hairy heart."

"Did he say anything about if he was going to turn anybody else?"

"He said Derek needs one more."

Scott gets a worried look on his face and looks around wildly.

"Come on," he said grabbing my wrist and pulling me alone with him.

"Okay, I guess I can go on an adventure." I say sarcastically. The corner of Scott's lips twitched upwards, but he doesn't let go until we get to Erica's locker.

"Two's not enough for Derek." Scott just announces, "I know he need at least three. So who's next?"

Erica scoffs and closes her locker. She turns and prowls towards Scott, he maneuvers me so that I am behind him. And I am offended.

"Why does there have to be a next, when we've already got you?"

"Who's next?" Scott pushes.

"You know, I never knew what I looked like during a seizure until someone took a video of me once and put it online?"

There's the sob story.

"I don't care."

"It happened during class. I started seizing at my desk and everyone was saying that they should put something in my mouth until some… genius reads the card on my key ring which tells them not to 'cause it could break my teeth."

"Erica." Scott presses, but sympathy is starting to seep through. Great so I'm going to have to be the bad guy.

"Do you know what happens next?"

I bet she peed herself.

"I piss myself."

Called it.

"And they start laughing," she says coming closer and closer. Scott pushes me back in his attempt to get away from her, "You know the only good thing about seizures was that I never remembered them. Until some brilliant jerk-off…"

Now I was squished between Scott and the lockers, I was not exactly pleased with this, but Little Blonde Whiny-hood had to continue on to Grandma's house.

"Had to go and put cameras in everybody's phone." Erica continued, she then caressed his face and wrapped her arms around his neck, "Look at me now, Scott."

"Okay, I'm throwing a flag here!" I said grabbing her arm, I twisted her and her arm until she was shoved against the locker with her arm pressed against her back.

"Hey, wait, don't hurt her." Scott protested I shot him a dark look.

"She'll be fine, she'll heal, and it will just be another piece of her sob story," I told him, using a sarcastic baby voice at the end, "Now I believe the man asked you a question. Are you going to play nice? Or am I going to have to make you piss yourself? So who's next Erica?"

She doesn't answer so I twister her arm even more, she whimpers in pain.

"That's enough." Scott commanded pulling me off of her. Erica turns around to look as her face quickly going from scared to angry before running off.

"What the hell was that?" I asked struggling out of his, "She was about to talk and now you've let her go."

"You were hurting her."

"And? She's j-."

"Just another monster?" Scott questioned. Excuse me?

"No, she's just going to be more difficult now that she knows you're the weak link in the chain. I wasn't going to talk it much further, I'm pretty sure people would notice if I broke arm in the middle of the hallway."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh." I said straightening my backpack, "Way to stereotype, McCall."

I stomped off, leaving him alone in the middle of the hallway.

~Carry On~

I was pleasantly surprised at lunch today when Scott waved me over to sit with him. I thought our little disagreement today would have totally lost me the sale.

"Hey, so were you able to try again with Erica?" I ask him sitting down.

"Now she kept ducking me, every time I got close."

"Imagine that." I said taking a sip of my water in a very superior matter. He gave me a look, "So is the brunette your girlfriend?"

He gave me a quizzical glance.

"The girl that was watching us from down the hall and the one that got up from behind you as I sat down." I tell him.

"Ah yeah, her name's Allison, but her family doesn't want us to be together because I'm a…"

"A hairy lunatic." I finish for him jokingly. He rolls his eyes.

"Yea."

Wait, that is seriously why? But that means…

"Hold on. Allison, as in Allison Argent?"

"Yeah."

"Wow, you must be all kinds of stupid."

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah that family is coo-coo-cahchoo man like Coco Puffs, not to mention that they are pompous asses who hate werewolves almost as much as Hitler hated the Jews." I tell him. Scott gives that 'who says something like that face' again.

"Again with the look, is that still too soon to say that kind of thing?"

"Allison isn't like her family. She's nice, and kind, and sweet."

"So are dogs. And trust me you are better off with one of those."

"She's helped us a lot, especially with Isaac. She stalled the hunter on the way to kill him."

"How about we agree to disagree on this one pal? I don't think we'll accomplish anything discussing the finer points of the Argent family. Besides if I start talking about them for too long my eye starts to twitch."

Scott rolls his eyes and goes back to his food. Stiles then came sprinting through the cafeteria nearly slipping when he turns to get to our table. He points to a table a few over.

"Scott, do you see that?"

"What? It's an empty table?"

"Yeah, but whose empty table?"

"Boyd!" Scott said and the boys shared a look.

"Who's Boyd?" I asked. The boys ignored me and started getting up and walking to the door. Just once I would like to finish eating my lunch. I grabbed my water and my book bag and followed after them.

"I'm going to the ice rink to see if he's there. And if he's not at home, you call me, got it?" I heard Scott say coming up behind them. Stiles look hesitant.

"What?" Scott asked him.

"Maybe we should let him." Stiles said.

"Excuse me?" I asked him.

"Well, Boyd, you know, man?" He said turning from me to Scott, "You said Derek's giving them a choice, right?"

"We can't." Scott says.

"You got to admit, Erica looks pretty good." Stiles points out, "You know, the word sensational comes to mind."

"Yeah and I bet she'll look even better when her head's mounted on Argent's wall." I tell him.

"Point taken," He conceded to me, "all I'm saying is maybe this one isn't totally our responsibility."

"They all are," Scott replies, "And you know this thing's gonna get out of control."

"Yeah between the Argents' obsessiveness and the young pups' naiveté, no way this thing isn't going to end like Chainsaw Massacre."

"Exactly, and that's why we are responsible."

"Alright I'm with you." Stiles conceded, "And I also got to say this newfound heroism is making me oddly attracted to you."

"Boys," I mumbled under my breath with a roll of my eyes, "Come on, Scott, we'll take my car."

This time I grab him and pull him after me.

"Huh? You're not going." Scott said. I stopped in the middle of my tracks and face him.

"Umm…yes I am. Out of the two of us which one is more intimidating and has more experience with the supernatural?" I ask him raising an eyebrow.

"We'll take your car."

"That's what I thought." I said continuing on my way.

I pull him out of the school to my Mustang Mach One outside. He stopped short of the front.

"What's wrong?" I asked him opening my door

"This is just a really cool car."

"Thanks, me and my Uncle Bobby rebuilt it."

"You rebuilt a car?"

"Yeah now get in." I said motioning for him to get in

"Right." He said opening his door. I rolled my eyes and climbed in and before he could even buckle up, I sped out of there.

~Carry On~

Scott's Perspective:

Jameson sped towards the ice rink, taking curves like a crazy person.

"Do you think you could slow down?"

"Nope, now which turn is it?"

"Right, two down."

"I see it." She said turning on to the street, and she only slowed down to park. She got out and went to the trunk. I followed after.

"What are you doing?" I asked her.

"Well if they're bring claws, I'm bringing more than a little knife." She said sticking her finger in a hole of her trunk and lifting the panel. Underneath were tons of guns, knives, and several other weapons.

"Whoa, is that a grenade?"

"Yeah, so?"

"You're not bringing that are you?"

"No are you crazy! I'm bringing these." She says holding up some throwing stars and a machete.

"Oh…" I say, because what else I can say to the girl who has a grenade in her trunk. She nods at me, and lowers the panel and slams the trunk.

"Let's roll." She says heading to the front door. I'm starting to rethink bringing her along. I catch up with her and we enter the place together. She points at Boyd on the Zamboni.

"Boyd!" I called out, "We just want to talk. Hey, come on Boyd. Did Derek tell you everything? And I don't just mean going out of control on the full moons. I mean everything."

Boyd sighed and turned off the Zamboni.

"He told me about the hunters."

"Did he tell you the real reason why he was building a pack? Cause the hunter invasion reason is bullshit." Jameson added.

"Exactly, and whatever you want there's other way to get it."

"I just want to not eat lunch alone every day."

"If you're looking for friends you can do a lot better than Derek."

"That really hurt, Scott," Derek's booming voice came from behind me. I turned and saw that Jameson was already looking at him her machete at the ready.

"I mean, if you're going to review me," Derek says, "at least take a consensus. Erica, how's life been for you since we met?"

"Hmm…in a word…transformative." Erica answered before growling at us.

"Isaac?" Derek asked.

"Well I'm a little bummed about being a fugitive, but other than that I'm good."

"Okay, hold on. This isn't exactly a fair fight." I tell him.

"Then go home, Scott," he says. He nods at his betas and they head towards me and Jameson. I crouch down and transform.

"I think he was talking about fair for them." Jameson taunted.

I look up to see her releasing two throwing stars from her hands. They hit each of the betas in the shoulder, slowing them down for me to get up. I charge Isaac and grab his shirt and hurl him into the wall. Erica has managed to get the star out of her neck and was charging to me. Jameson had run after Isaac, leaving Erica to me. I slammed her against the Zamboni, trying to knock her out, but she wasn't going down. So I threw her down. I saw Jameson blocking Isaac from aiding his fellow beta. She was would slash at him when he got to close, but she didn't seem to want to hurt him. Then she blows a red powder in his face and he drops like a rock. She leaves him there and comes towards me. She indicates that I should pick up Erica. I nod and grab Erica and restrain her.

"Turn your head." She instructs me. I pull back a little and turn my head and she blows more of that dust in Erica's face. Erica falls limp and I let her drop. I grab her collar and drag her to Isaac and push them both over to Derek.

"What is that stuff?" I whisper to the blonde next to me.

"Poppy powder, they're just a sleep."

I turn toward to Boyd.

"Don't you get it? He's not doing this for you or them. He's doing it for his own power."

Jameson looked like she disagreed, but didn't say anything.

"It's true. It is about power." Derek said. He came at us and started to transform as we walked. Jameson jumped in front of me and managed to slash Derek's waist. He howled in pain but shoved her against the Zamboni. He came after me once she was out of the way. He grabbed me and head butted me. It took me by surprise and he managed to get a few good punches in before I got even one in. Jameson jumped on this back and used the momentum to get him to drop to his knees. She sees me coming and rolls off him, so I could punch him across the face. Instead of getting angrier, he just grins before coming at me and slashing my side.

"Scott!" Jameson called out.

He punched me and knocked me on the ground. He stood over me and pressed his foot on my throat. It was getting harder to breathe.

The cocking of gun makes Derek freeze. He lets up and I sit up a little bit to see what was going on. There was Jameson, bleeding from somewhere on her head, pointing her gun at Derek.

"I said next time, Alpha. It's next time." She said, "Do it, I dare you."

Derek took his foot off of me and motioned his head to Boyd. Boyd comes over to check on me.

"Don't do it. You don't want to be like them."

"You're right. I want to be like you." He said lifting his shirts to reveal the bite mark on his side. Jameson still had her gun pointed towards Derek, but gave Boyd a look before uttering:

"It's gonna get you killed one day, kid. I hope you can live with the pain you're going to cause the people who love you."

Boyd just nodded at her, and picked up Isaac while Derek grabbed Erica. Jameson stayed poised and ready to fire until they left. She then stuck the gun in the waist of the back of her pants before coming over to me. I pulled up my shirt to check the slash.

"Why's it not healing like it normally does?"

"Cause it came from a Alpha." She answered, "Come on, I have a first aid kit in my car. I'll stitch it up; it will make it heal faster."

"How's your head?"

She touched her head tentatively.

"I've had worse, "she said getting me up, "there was this one time when I was hunting vampires and I—"

"Wait vampires are real?"

"Yes, now stop interrupting," she said throwing my arm around my shoulder and she continued to tell me her story as we headed to her car. She may be a bit weird, but she's starting to grow on me.

~Carry On~

Minor changes in Jameson's interactions with the other characters, nothing major.