Chapter Four: Abomination

AN: This offers a little look into Jameson's short time with Adam in a flashback.

~Carry On~

Jameson's Perspective:

I helped Scott limp outside to my car and propped him against the side of it, so I could open the back door. I then moved him to sit down on the seat facing the outside.

"Try not to bleed on anything or you will be deep cleaning my seats." I warned. Scott gave me a strained smile, "Don't smile at me, I'm not joking. You will be removing your blood from my car."

With that said I walked around the corner of the car and opened the trunk. I lifted up the panel to the hidden compartment and dug around the mess of weapons for the first-aid kit.

I had picked it up from a military surplus store because it had some "real-damage" supplies. The only downside of the kit was something I didn't find out until a few days after I bought the thing- it was Marine issue. That ended in a stare between me and a tin box. The box won.

"Aha!" I exclaimed as I spotted the forest green tin. I grabbed it and closed everything up before returning to Scott. He was starting to look a little green under all that California tan, "Hey, hey, no going sick in my baby, again, I'm serious about you cleaning up any of your bodily fluids off my leather."

"I'm good."

"Tell that to your face McCall." I quipped, before crouching down in front of him, "Off."

"What?"

"Your shirt, McCall. I need to see your wound."

"Oh, yeah." He said pulling of his jacket and his shirt, revealing his well-defined upper body…shake it off Jameson, shake it off. I touch the gashes and assess the damage.

"There not as deep as I thought they were, but that could be your healing factor kicking in. I still want to sew them up, just to be safe." I tell him as I put my long hair into a bun on top of my head.

"Okay." He replies. I give him a reassuring smile before opening my first-aid kit. I searched through its contents and found hydrogen-peroxide, a rag, a needle…but no thread. Awesome!

"Dental floss it is." I say more to myself than Scott.

"WHAT?" he asked.

"I have no thread, so I'm going to have to use dental floss."

"Is that going to hurt?"

"Yes." I told him truthfully. Scott gave me a scared puppy dog face.

"Look, it will hurt like a mother trucker but it will be easier to remove later on." I tell him.

"Okay."

I pour a little hydrogen peroxide on the rag and dapped the gashes with the disinfectant. Scott hisses at the stinging sensation. I give him an apologetic look but even werewolves can get infections from dirty wolf nails. Once I had cleaned out the cuts I thread the floss through the eye of the needle, and as I move it closer to Scott, he scoots back a bit.

"Have you done this before?"

"Yes, I've sewn up my brothers hundreds of times. I've even had to do a little work on myself."

"Okay," he says, "Okay."

He pinches his eyes shut tightly. I roll my eyes at how childish he's being, and press the needle through his skin, making the first stitch. Scott tenses and bites his lip to stop the scream rising from his throat.

"Hey, you're going to be okay, I promise." I tell him taking his hand for a second. I gave him small smile before returning to my work. I continued with the stitches, focusing all my concentration on my task. Scott managed to stay still, though he was obviously in pain. He had three gashes so it took me awhile to finish up. But he was a trooper till the end.

"There you go." I tell him knotting the last stitch, "All done, Champ."

"Thanks," he said opening his eyes to take a look at my work, "Hey, this actually looks pretty good."

"Thanks, Scott." I said sarcastically.

"No, I didn't mean it like that." He amended, "My mom's a nurse."

"Oh, well do you think they'll pass the medical exam?" I joked.

"Yeah." He answered putting his shirt back on, "Is that what you want to do? Go to medical school."

"Me? No, no, no, no. That's never going to happen. I have obligations and stuff."

"Like what?" he asked.

"Saving people, hunting things" I replied, standing up.

"Oh." He said shortly, before looking up at me, "But that doesn't mean you can't go to school and-.

"Whoa, whoa, going to stop you right there. One, I hate school. Two, medicine, not my thing. It was more of my brother's schtick."

"Was?"

Great, Jameson, just great. This is why you think before you speak.

"Yeah, well, he started school and things didn't work out."

"What does he do know?"

SERIOUSLY!

"Not much," I answered, "Hey, do you know when Toby's Burgers closes?"

"Uhh…eleven."

"Awesome, I'm starved." I tell him packing my first aid kit up. I place it on the floor of back seat next to Scott, "Can I drop you off anywhere?"

"Uhh…no I'm good."

"Great, then I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah...okay." Scott said. I saluted the teen wolf and headed to the driver's side. I squealed out of there as fast as I could.

I tried to out run them, really, I did. I was speeding down the winding roads of Beacon Hills like all the forces of heaven and hell we after me. And in a way I guess they were. Eventually they caught up to me, the Winchesters' greatest foes…emotions. I slam on the breaks, before pulling over and parking. I slam my fists on my steering wheel, hoping that maybe the physical pain would distract me before…

~Flashback~

"John Winchester was just some guy who took me to a baseball game once a year. I didn't have a dad." Adam told us, "So we may be blood, but we are not family. My mom is my family. And if I do my job, I get to see her again. So, no offense, she's the one I give a rat's ass about, not you."

I can't help but smirk at his answer. Yeah he was rude, but the way he said it reminded me a lot of Dean. I guess the Winchester attitude is hereditary.

"Fair enough," Sam conceded, "But if you have one good memory of dad, just one, then you'll give us a little more time, please."

"Where ya going?" I asked Adam as he reached for the doorknob. He tensed at being caught before turning with a sigh.

"Out for a beer."

"Well what a crazy coincidence I was craving the same thing. Are you sure we're not twins?"

Adam just sighed again and headed back over to his seat. I grinned and grabbed two beers from the fridge and went to sit across from him. I opened the two beers and handed one to Adam. He looked almost concerned when I went to take my first sip.

"Aren't you under age?"

"Aren't you too?"

"Touché." He says taking a sip. I shoot him a victory smirk.

"I'm on lockdown, aren't I?" he asked.

"You're catching on pretty quick about how things work around here."

"And let me guess they sent you to watch me?"

"Nope, I volunteered."

"Why?"

"I was curious. Since your closer to my age I was wondering if you were a cooler brother than Sam or Dean."

"How am I doing so far?" he asked sarcastically.

"Well you're letting me drink on a school night, so I think that makes you my favorite." I said taking another swig of my beer. Adam smirked before repeating my action.

"So ghoul you said that you were pre-med, was that true?" I asked him.

"Yep," he replied curtly. I nod.

"Sam was going to be a lawyer."

"What changed his mind?"

"His girlfriend was killed by the demon that killed the saintly Mary Winchester." I tell him bitterly.

"Who's that? Your mom?"

"No!" I snap, "It's the boys' mom. The only woman John Winchester ever loved, the object of his obsession and his excuse not to be a father. You got lucky, dude, not having to live with him."

"Lucky? Do you know how full of crap you are?"

"Excuse me?"

"You see, it was me, and it was my mom, that's it. She worked the graveyard shift at the hospital. I cooked my own dinners and put myself to bed. So you can say whatever you want about our dad, but the truth is I would have taken anything."

"Not John Winchester, trust me. You may have taken me, or Sam, or Dean, but you wouldn't have taken him. And good thing for you we didn't know you were alive, because Dean would have come and gotten you and John Winchester would have sucked the life out of you too."

Adam just scoffed.

"He hit me, Adam, and Dean. And not you've been bad you need to be spanked kind of hitting, no he would beat on us. Trust me when I say having a mom who worked a lot because she loved you and wanted a better life for you, was a lot better than being stuck with John."

"What happened to your mom?"

"Vampires."

"Sorry."

I shrug.

"Hey, don't tell Dean about what I said about John. Dean idolizes the guy and he kind of forgets how much of tool the man was."

"What are brothers for?" He said taking another swig of his beer.

"You know you kind of remind me of him?"

"Who? John?" he asked.

"No, Dean."

Adam rolled his eyes.

"Well as his mini-me I guess you would know."

I stuck my tongue out at him.

"I hope you don't do it." I tell him.

"What?"

"Say yes. I like having you around."

He gave me a small smile.

"And I guess having a little sister isn't soo… bad."

"Oh it's not, I have references and everything." I say jokingly. He smiles again.

"Jamie!" Dean's gruff voice called from downstairs.

"Yeah?"

"Hit the hay, kid, it's after midnight."

"Ugh! Fine." I reply frustrated. I turn to Adam, "What are you feelings on bedtime?"

Adam snorted before replying.

"Get to bed, Jameson." He says imitating Dean's gruff voice with a wink. I chuckle and get up pushing my beer closer to him.

"You're extremely thirsty and I've never tasted beer in my life, it's the drink of the devil." I tell him. He salutes me, and takes the beer. I grin and start to walk out of the room. I pause at the opening and turn back to look at my new brother, "Jamie."

He looks up questioningly.

"You can call me, Jamie." I tell him, he nods at me.

"Goodnight, Jamie." He says lifting his beer towards me.

"Night, bro." I say before heading up the stairs.

I hear yelling from downstairs, and I know that means bad things are happening. I throw back the covers and run downstairs.

"What the hell, Bobby!" I hear Sam yell, as I reached the top of the steps. I rush down the steps and nearly fall down the last few steps.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing." Sam yells, noticing the surprised look on my face he changes his tune, "Nothing, Jamie, go back to bed."

"Sam." I object to him lying and telling me what to do. Sam sighed and dragged his hands over his face.

"Adam's gone."

"What?"

"Sam it's not going to end this way," Michael wearing Adam's body yelled over the howling winds of Lucifer's cage, "Step back."

"You're gonna have to make me."

"I have to fight my brother, Sam! Here and now! It's my destiny."

Sam ignores him and looks towards me and Dean. "Goodbye" his eyes say, and he opens his arms wide and tilts backwards. Michael shouts and rushed to Sam and grabs him. Sam latches onto his half-brothers arm and pulls him towards him. Michael is taken off-guard and begins to fall.

"SAM!"

~End Flashback~

And for the first time I let myself cry for the brother I barely knew. The one who let me drink beer on a school night. I mourned for the times we would never get to have, no baseball games, no pulling pranks on our older pain in the ass brothers, no anything. I mourned for the loss of his innocence, and how he was royally screwed over twice just for being a Winchester. I mourned for the brother I did know. The one who taught me to read and kept on me to do my school work. The one who taught me it's okay to be gentle, it doesn't always mean you are weak, sometimes it means you're stronger than most. I mourned for Dean who had no idea what do next. And lastly I mourned for me, I lost something that day as I watched my brothers fall into the pit and I don't think I will ever get it back.

I cried until I had no tears left. And then I cursed myself for even letting anything about my family slip. It's no one's business anyway, but those damn puppy eyes. Thanks to Sam I'm conditioned to spill all and give in every time they are used against me. Stupid Scott.

I huff and scoot down to curl up in the front seat, wiping furiously at my eyes to wipe away the evidence of my weakness. I didn't know how long I stayed there until, someone banged on my window. I shot up my finger curled around my knife. I look out the window and there's Scott peering in my window, looking concerned with those damn puppy eyes. I huff and roll my window down.

"What!" I snap at him.

"What are you doing out here?"

"Napping. What are you doing out here?"

"I was supposed to meet up with Allison, but I got a call from Stiles. Erica messed up his car, and while he was at the mechanics he said the creature was there and it killed the mechanic."

"Wait, WHAT?"

"Yeah, he said it paralyzed him and caused his Jeep to crush the mechanic. I was on my way home to get my car to pick him up when I saw you."

"Well, get in." I said reaching over to the passenger door to open it for him. He nodded and ran around my car to the open door. The moment he got in I turned my car on. I let him buckle up this time before rocketing towards town.

"I guess asking you to slow down, is out of the question?" He asked shakily

"Sorry, I have the need for speed." I teased, as I shifted gears.

"Oh-kay."

~Carry On~

It didn't take long for us to get to the mechanics the way I was driving, but we ended up waiting for a while for the police to clear Stiles. He eventually came out, and looked wildly around for Scott's car. When he saw my car, he threw his head back in frustration before heading towards us. He slipped in to the back surprisingly quiet. Scott and I twist around in the front seat to look at him.

"You okay?" Scott asked, the same time I said, "Well?"

"Yeah," Stiles replied ignoring my question, "You were right it was not like you."

Scott and I shared a confused look, before turning back to Stiles who had begun to speak again.

"I mean. Its eyes were almost, like, reptilian. But there was something about them."

"What do you mean?"

"You know when you see, like, a friend in a Halloween mask, but all you can actually see are their eyes, and you feel like you know them but you can figure out who it is?"

"Wait, back up, flag on the play." I exclaim, "Are you saying you know who it is?"

"No," Stiles replied, "But I think it knew me."

"Shit." I breathed.

"So the new creature could be someone we know?" Scott asked, I could tell by his tone he was really hoping this wasn't the case.

"Possibly, I mean it left Stiles alive maybe a part of the creature reacted to the familiarity of him," I answered, "Now can you tell me a little more about what you saw?"

"Yeah," Stiles answered, "It was about 6 foot, scaly, reptilian eyes, had a tail, and it produces some kind of weird clear substances that paralyses all of you."

KANIMA! SHIT ON CRACKERS!

"Do know what it is?" Scott asked taking in my reaction.

"It narrows it down considerably, but I really need to see the damn thing before I raise the alarm."

"Well what are our possible suspects?" Stiles asked.

"I want to see the damn thing before I raise the alarm." I repeated.

"That does not sound good." He whispered to Scott before talking to me, "Hey, maybe you can bring the book of yours to the school tomorrow night, we can meet up after the game. I can take a look it afterwards and identify the thing."

No, No, No. That means he'll confirm the Kanima, and I really don't want it to be a Kanima. Angels, Indian snake gods, anything but that thing again.

"Sure I can do that." I say turning back to face the front. I turn the car back on and head out. Stiles directed me to his house, but on the way I saw Toby's burgers. 9:50, I still got time. I pull over and park in the small lot.

"Hey, what are you doing? This doesn't look my house." Stiles harped.

"Stiles, I'm starving, I haven't eaten since breakfast because Boyd decided to be an idiot." I say unbuckling myself, "I'm going to get something to eat."

Stiles looks almost flabbergasted and from the corner of my eye I see Scott trying to hide a smile. Satisfied I would not be contested again; I open my door and climb out. I go to close my door and see the boys haven't moved.

"Well are you coming or not?" I asked them.

"Oh, yeah," Stiles said scrambling for the door handle, nearly falling out in the attempt. Scott didn't even try to hide his smile then. Boys, they were so weird.

~Carry On~

"We'll get through this." I heard Stiles say to Scott as I came upon the pair the next morning, "I know because I love you."

What in the world?

"You know you two do make the most adorable couple." I speak up. The pair jump, and Stiles whips his head to look at me.

"God, Jameson, do you have to do that?" Stiles asked.

"Yes, it's some of my greatest enjoyment."

"You're a little twisted you know that?" he asked.

"And you're a little weird do you know that?"

"Guys, come on." Scott intervened, before turning to Stiles, "Now what else did she say?"

Stiles huffed, before replying.

"I love you more than…Oh my God! I can't. You and Allison just have to find a better way to communicate."

"Ah, so that's what you're doing, playing telephone." I say taking a seat next to Stiles on the steps.

"Yea, you would not believe the stuff I've had to say."

"Well considering how much you sounded like a Hallmark card, I can make a good guess."

"Cards," he said, snapping his fingers, "now that's a good way to communicate."

"No way," Scott replied," Her parents check everything."

"Okay, how about Jameson?" Stiles offered, he then turned to me, "You wouldn't mind, would you? You'd been an instrument of love."

"I'm going to pass, contact with the Argents can cause itching, sneezing, swelling, and in extreme cases death." I replied, in my best medicine commercial narrator voice, "And besides I never buy Hallmark cards, I buy those cheap ones with the jokes inside."

Scott gave me a reprimanding look about the Argent comment but didn't say anything. Stiles kind of nodded, not too put out.

"Yeah, you got to love those joke cards," he said.

"Stiles you're the only one we can trust," Scott tried to convince his friend, "Is she coming to the game tonight?"

"Yes, okay." Stiles replied, flailing his arms, "Message complete."

Scott gave his friend a goofy grin. He must really like this Argent girl. Too bad she'll probably either try to kill him or actually end up killing him.

"Thanks man," Scott told his friend, patting his shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah." Stiles said, as Scott got up, "Just remember drug dealers have been using disposable cell phones pretty successfully for years,"

"It's too risky, Stiles," Scott said walking away, waving to us both.

"That kid needs a reality check." I say to Stiles after he left.

"Yep, but what are you going to do he's in love?"

"And love blinds to you to people's faults and reality's plot holes." I say ruefully.

"Sounds like you're speaking from experience."

"Are we still on for tonight after the game?" I asked changing the subject.

"Yeah, we'll meet up in the parking lot after the game."

"Cool, see you then." I say getting up. I gave him a small wave and start walking away.

"Hey, Jameson," Stiles called after me, stopping me in my tracks.

"Yeah?" I asked turning around.

"You should come to the game too. If you plan on sticking around you might as well know the official town sport."

I smirked, and nodded.

"Maybe I will."

I turned back around and headed off to class. I couldn't help but wear a smile at the fact that I was starting to wear Opie down.

~Carry On~

I arrived about a half hour before the game started. About, oh maybe, ten schools back I would go to football games and I remembered that if you wanted a decent parking spot you had to arrive early. However, I waited in my car another 20 minutes reviewing Kanima material before heading to the bleachers. As I arrived on the field, I spotted Scott and Stiles on the bench.

"Hey," I greeted. The boys looked up.

"Oh, hey Jameson." Scott greeted, while Stiles just nodded as he laced his stick.

"What's the word on the enemy?" I said indicating the opposing team.

"Not good," Stiles answered, "They got a heavy hitter over there I'm not even sure is a teenager."

"Yikes." I sympathized. "So the book is in my car, just m-"

"BOY NAME!" Coach Fintstock bellowed, "Off my field."

"It's Jameson," the three of us said in unison.

"Whatever, just get her off my field." He yelled.

"I jus-just wanna…just…" I struggled angrily with trying to express what I wanted to do to the Coach. Stiles stood up and patted my shoulder awkwardly.

"Yeah, he's been known to inspire those feelings on occasion, "he told me, "Actually several occasions…but if you deck him you'll be out of here."

"Fine," I said and stalked off to my seat.

"Thatta a girl." Stiles called after me. I rolled my eyes. I found a spot on the third row near the edge of the bleachers. The spot allowed me to jump off easily I need to. The game started soon after and Stiles wasn't kidding there was no way that the one player was a teenager. He was almost Sam's height, but twice the mass. And not fatty mass, muscle mass. This kid was utterly massive. After he flattened another player, the Coach called foul.

"Come on! Is that thing even a teenager? I wanna see a birth certificate!" He yelled to the refs. After being ignored, he went and sat with Stiles. They spoke for a few moments before the Coach got up and moved down the line. I kind of wanted to know what was going on and jumped off the bleachers and went over to Stiles.

"Hey!" I greeted and sat next to him on the bench.

"Yo!" He said not taking his eyes off the field.

"For once I actually agree with Coach Crazy, I want to see that kid's birth certificate." I tell him.

"Yeah, I overheard that they actually call him the Abomination."

"Well if he wasn't kicking our asses, I would actually think that was cool."

We watched as the Abomination took out another player, his teammates had to carry him off the field.

"Yeesh. I think somebody want to rethink the lacrosse uniform and give you guys football padding."

"I'm sure that guy would agree with you." Stiles said as the monster of guy checked another player. We both cringed.

"You know I'm not really for supernatural cheating, but for the safety of others can't Scott you know…. take him out."

"He can't, Argent is in the stands." Stiles said indicating with his head towards the bleachers. I turn my head slightly to see Gerard sitting next to the brunette I've seen Scott with.

"Crushed bones it is, then." I say turning back to the game. A few minutes later the Coach wanders back down the bleachers and sees me sitting next to Stiles. He opens his mouth to speak, but closes it, giving up.

"Stilinski, I need you to get another first aid kit and more ice packs." The Coach told Stiles, "And since this one seems to be attached to yours and McCall's hip, you can take her with you."

"Sure thing, Coach," Stiles said. He stood up and looked down at me, "Come on, Jameson."

"Ugh, fine." I reply getting up.

"That's the spirit." Stiles said sarcastically. I glared at him.

"Just come on," he said dragging me behind him. Whoo! Grunt work and I'm not even a grunt.

~Carry On~

Stiles' Perspective:

I dragged Jameson along to the school. She still wasn't happy about being told what to do by Coach, but she had at least stopped grumbling about it. We were almost to the door when I spotted a familiar powder-blue Bug. Lydia was in her car and it looked like she was crying. Jameson caught me staring at the strawberry blonde and a wicked grin grew on her face.

"So that's her." She said.

"Her who?"

"The girl that keeps Stiles Stilinski up at night." She teased.

"Shuddup…" I replied and went back to watching Lydia,

"Go talk to her, ya idiot." She said in an exasperated tone.

"What?"

"Go. Talk. To. Her. You. Idiot." She said, before shoving me towards the car. I stumble and shoot a dirty look at her. She motions for me to go on, and turns around. I guess she's giving me my privacy or something. I roll my eyes and go up to Lydia's car. I come up alongside it and debate with myself if I should do this or not. My braver side won out and I come up to Lydia's rolled down window.

"Hey, Lydia, what's wrong?" I ask her. She begins to roll up her window, and I start knocking on the glass, "Lydia come…"

"Just go away."

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Look, I don't need anyone seeing me cry."

"Oh, come on, Lydia," I say trying to bring out the confident girl I loved, "Look, you shouldn't care if people see you cry, all right? Especially you."

"Why?" She asks.

"Because I think you look really beautiful when you cry." I tell her honestly. She moves her head like she agrees and rolls down her window again.

"You're going to think I'm crazy." She says to me.

"Lydia, if you trust me on anything, you can trust me on this. There is nothing that you can say to me that will make you sound crazy. Literally nothing." I said emphasizing the 'literally nothing,' part.

She gave me a sad smile, and I could tell she was mulling it over. She opens her mouth to say something, when Jameson comes rushing over.

"Hey, hey," she says slightly out of breath, "Hi, girl I don't know. Jameson Winchester. Yes, I have a boyish name and yes, it is Winchester like the gun. Do you mind if I borrow Stilinski here for a moment?"

I gave her a look, wasn't she the one who told me to come over here in the first place. She responded by giving me the "I'm serious, dude" look. I huffed.

"Five minutes?" I ask Lydia. She gives me look that says "what the hell?!"

"Just five minutes, please. Let me deal with this, and you can continue to cry or not cry, whatever you want to do. And when I get back we'll talk about anything you want. I promise."

Lydia nods her head.

"Thank-you," I tell her, before dragging Jameson away from the car, "This better be good."

"Yeah, sorry about being a cock-blocker, but I just Alpha Douche Bag break into the school from the roof."

"Great," I exclaim and head to the school with Jameson close on my heels. When we enter the school, Jameson pulls a machete out of her inner jacket pocket.

"Yeah, cause that's going to us any good against a werewolf."

"It's custom made. Pure silver and wolfs-bane infused. And it's not like we actually had time to grab my gun." She shot back.

"Fine, whatever. Where did you see him?"

"Ahh, it was somewhere above this hallway." She says pointing to the corridor towards the left. We check every room down the hall until we come to the pool. We share a look and shrug and head in. The door slams behind us, causing us both to jump.

"Damn it, Jameson, you have to clear the corners." I could hear Jameson berate herself. We both turn to see Derek, grinning evilly with a basketball in his hands. Erica stood next to him, her smile mimicking Derek's.

"Stiles," He greets, "Winchester."

"Dick," Jameson greets, "I-I-I mean Derek. I always get those two messed up."

I snort. You know I think I think I'm actually really starting to like her. Derek gives a forced smile, before turning to me.

"What did you see at the mechanic's garage?"

"Uh…several alarming EPA violations that I'm considering reporting."

"And didn't you say something about the bathroom and health codes?" Jameson added. I pointed at her and nodded. Derek and Erica chuckle at the joke, for a moment. Then Derek takes the ball in both hands and pops it with his claws.

"Holy God!" I exclaimed

"Well aren't you the one for dramatics?" Jameson asked unimpressed by the power display. Derek ignores her and keeps his focus on me.

"Let's try that again." Derek says, "What did you see?"

"Alright," I said giving in, "the thing was pretty slick looking. Skin was dark. Kind of patterned. I think I actually saw scales. Is that enough? Okay? Cause I have somebody I really need to talk to."

Derek just gave me a look. I grunt in frustration, and cast a look at Jameson whose lips have practically disappeared. What's her problem?

"Alright, fine. Eyes. Eyes are…yellowish and slitted. It had a lot of teeth…Oh and it's got a tail, too. Are we good?" I ask, but both Erica and Derek aren't looking at me, there peering at something above me, "What? What, have you seen it? You have this look on your face like you know exactly what I'm talking about."

"Cause they do." Jameson said quietly. I look over at her and she's got her eyes trained on something behind me, "SHIT!"

I look up and there's the thing from the mechanics in all its reptilian glory.

"Whoa!" I exclaim and back up till I'm behind Derek. The creature hisses and jumps down from the floor above in front of us. Derek growls at it, but the thing shoots its tail out and knocks Erica into the wall. Jameson uses the moment of distraction to slice the creature's back with her knife. It hisses at her and swipes its tail at her, she manages to jump out of the way and jabs its side. That time the creature managed to wrap its tail around her and throw her into the wall. Derek roared at it again, when he saw the thing heading towards Jameson again.

"Run!" Derek turned to yell at me, "Get her and get out!"

The creature used the moment of his distraction to slash at Derek's neck so quickly Derek didn't even notice it.

"Derek, your neck." I tell him. He furrows his brow and touched the cut on the back of his neck, before starting to tumble. I caught him before he could fall by coming up under his arm. Throwing his arm over my shoulders I drag him towards the door hoping to get as close as possible before Derek's body goes completely numb. I look over our shoulders at Jameson, who is rubbing the back of her head.

"Jameson, come on." I call to her. She glares at me but starts to get up. I turn back to look ahead and Derek and I continue to stumble to the door. I start to pull out my phone to call Scott, but as I'm pulling his name up Derek's body goes numb and his dead weight throws me off balance and we both fall into the pool. I surface quickly but Derek sinks to the bottom. I take a deep breath and dive under the water again to get him. I pull him up and we break the surface. I tread water to keep us both up.

"Do you see it?" Derek asks once he catches his breath.

"No, I don't see it. Where is it? Jameson!" I call out.

"A little busy, Stiles." Her voice answers from behind me. With some difficulty I turn Derek and I in an effort to find her. I spotted her jabbing the creature again. He swiped at her but she ducked and stabbed its side again. The creature hissed in pain before wrapping its tail around her legs and pulled her down.

"Son of a bitch!" She exclaims. The creature just hisses and flings her towards the pool. She slides right towards the edge and tips over into the water.

"Jameson!" I called out to her. A beat later she surfaces gasping for breath.

"You gosh-darned, Son of a Bitch!" She yells at the creature. She swims towards the ladder and starts to pull herself out, but the creature jumps in front of her startling her and causing her to fall back into the pool.

She surfaced again, gasping for air.

"When I get out of here, you're dead!" She called out to the lizard, "You hear me, you're dead!"

The creature only hissed at her. Jameson slammed down her hand on the water in frustration. She swam over to where Derek and I were.

"I hate Kanimas." She said royally pissed off.

"Kanima? So, you know what it is?" I asked her.

"Yeah I've known since you gave me that description at the mechanics, I was just hoping I was wrong."

"Why?"

"As you can see they are nasty sons of bitches. And very difficult to kill."

"How do you kill them?" I asked.

"You cut of their head, and see if that works." She answered still frustrated; she turns to Derek, "Have you dealt with one before?"

"I've heard of them, but I've never seen one before." He answered.

"Great." She said sarcastically. Derek just shot her a dirty look. She wasn't fazed by it at all. Jameson then looked around the pool, her face quickly growing confused.

"Where is it? Do you see it?"

I looked around.

"No, do you think it's gone?"

"Hmm, I don't know. But we can't stay in this pool much longer. Especially with Grumpy here paralyzed."

I nod, as Derek shoots her another look.

"I'll help you get him to the edge of the pool. I'll get out and help pull him out."

"Sounds good."

Jameson puts Derek's other arm over her shoulder and we swim together to the edge. Jameson tried to get out again, but the Kanima jumped down in front of her again, causing her to slip off the edge in surprise.

"Damn it!" She yelled, once she resurfaced.

"So we're not getting out of here that way." I add.

"Shut-up, Stiles." Derek and Jameson said in unison.

"Just remember who's holding you up, pal." I told Derek.

"My teeth still work fine." Derek replied.

"Shutting up."

Jameson swam back over and hooked Derek's arm over neck and helped take some of Derek's dead weight. She couldn't try to get out again as the creature was pacing around the pool.

"What's it waiting for?" I asked. Jameson didn't saying thing she just tracked the creature with her eyes. She didn't let a lot show, but from how tense she was I could tell she was scared of the Kanima. I wondered what happened last time that made this bad-ass chick sweat. The creature paced in front of us a few more times before creeping towards the water; it stuck its hand in tentatively, and pulled it out like the water had burned him.

"Wait. Did you see that? I don't think it can swim."

"No," Jameson disagreed, "Kanimas are great swimmers."

"Then why won't it go in the water?" Derek asked.

"Because of the person controlling it." She answered, liked it had just occurred to her, "Either they are afraid of water or the creature was told not to kill us but keep us in."

"Person controlling it?" Derek and I asked in sync.

"I thought they were just-" Derek started but got caught off by Jameson.

"Genetic screw-ups? No, well, they are screw-ups, more like…abominations if you ask me," She said louder, and looking directly at the thing, before turning back to us, "but they are also weapons of vengeance."

"Who's vengeance?" I asked.

"The person controlling it, duh."

"Thanks, Jameson." I hissed, "I meant who is controlling it."

"I don't know."

"Okay, why would this person want us trapped?"

"I don't know."

"Great." I mumbled sarcastically.

We waited about an hour to see what the creature was going to do, but it just continued to pace in front of us. I kept slipping beneath the surface and having to trudge back up. Derek's dead weight was getting difficult to keep up even with Jameson helping.

"I don't think I can do this for much longer," I tell them. I cast a look at the side of the pool where I dropped my phone when I was knocked off balance. Jameson followed my line of sight and spots the phone.

"Do it," she said, "I got him."

"No, Stiles don't!" Derek protests as I swim from underneath him. I look back and see that though Jameson's struggling she is managing to keep them afloat. Jameson gives me a nod and I return it and swim towards the edge of the pool. When I get close I the edge the Kanima starts making its way towards me. I freeze mid-stroke.

"Okay Stiles is this actually worth it?" I say under my breath. I turn back and look at Jameson and Derek. I groan and make a mad dash for the phone and grabbed it before the creature can touch me. Keeping the phone above water I swim back to where Derek and Jameson are and call Scott. He picks up on the second ring.

"SCOTT!" I yell through the phone.

"I can't talk right now." He whispers and hangs up. I pull the phone away from me in disbelief. I can't believe he hung up on me.

"What?" Jameson asked, "What happened?"

"He hung up on me."

"What the hell? Call him again."

I push the redial button and it just keeps ringing.

"Damn it!" Jameson exclaims, "You keep calling until he picks up."

"Yeah, no duh." I call a few more times and still he doesn't pick up. When I go to call for a tenth time my phone dies.

"Shit! It's dead." I exclaimed.

"Seriously? Okay, I'm rethinking this whole not killing Scott thing." She says.

"Get in line." I tell her.

"Fine, but save me a piece."

"Will do." I say, flinging my phone away. I pick up Derek's arm and take half his weight again.

"So I guess we're back to plan A again." Jameson says, "How's that coming Grumpy, any tingling sensation yet?"

Derek nods.

"I got some feeling back in my feet again."

"Great, now we just have to wait for everything else to work. Cause unless you can shoot lasers out of you big toe that's pretty much useless."

"It's something." Derek shot back. Jameson just rolled her eyes. The lizard thing begins to pace again around the pool. Occasionally it will touch the water, but will recoil just like it did the first time. After another half hour, I noticed Jameson kept dipping lower and lower, and she wasn't as quick to get back up as she was the first hour. She was getting tired, and I wasn't much better off than her.

"I can't do this for much longer, I need something to hold on to." I said. The others nodded and we looked around for something to grab that would keep us out of the creatures reach but we could still hold to.

"There!" I called out pointing to the diving board. Jameson nodded and we pulled Derek over to the board. Jameson and I reached up for the bars and we both slipped, causing all three of us to sink. A hand gripped my shoulder tight and pulled me out and flung me out of the pool. I heard two more plops indicating Jameson and Derek. A loud roar echoed the pool room.

Sluggishly I get up in time to see Scott holding up a piece of a mirror at the Kanima, stopping the creature in its tracks. It looks at its reflection for a moment before Spider-Manning it up the wall and out the sky light. Scott and I share a look, what the hell was that? Scott falls back in relief. What's he got to be relieved about was he in a pool for over two hours like Jameson and me? Jameson? I look wildly around for her, and find her a few feet behind me unconscious.

"Jameson!" I call out, scrambling over to her. I stick my finger under her nose and feel air hitting my skin. I sag in relief.

"Is she okay?" Derek asks.

"She's breathing, I think she's just exhausted." I tell him, "We should find some towels and warm her up."

Derek nods and gets up and heads to the towel rack and grabs some towels for all of us. When he comes back I take one from him and prop Jameson up on a pool chair and wrap a towel around her shoulders. I start rubbing up and down her arms to get her warm. After a few moments she starts coming to and flings herself away from me to cough up water.

"Oh Castiel, I never want to do that again." She says, when she looks up and notices Scott, her face becomes dark, "YOU! Where the hell were you? We called you like 10 times!"

"Yeah thanks for hanging up on me." I add.

"I'm sorry, Gerard invited me to dinner and I didn't know how to say no, and then Allison said she might know where her family bestiary was so I ended up in Gerard's room looking for that." He explained.

"Okay, so let me get this straight you were invited to dinner by Mr. Holier Than Thou Obsessive Werewolf Killer and you couldn't find an excuse? Let me guess you went along with it because in reality you wanted to make goo-goo eyes at your girlfriend who will at some point in time aim a gun at your head. And then you went on a magical hunt for a bestiary, when I have one already for you to use because once again you wanted to make goo-goo eyes at you girlfriend. And because you had to make goo-goo eyes at your girlfriend, we were trapped for hours by a lizard creature who gets his rock off watching people slowly drown. Does that about cover it?" Jameson asked Scott. She then turned to me and Derek for confirmation, and I can't say I disagreed with her. It was time for Scott to let Allison go, before he got himself killed.

"I'm sorry, okay. I screwed up."

"Damn right you did." She said and stormed off, "Stiles, I'm going to get clothes out of my car. Come find me when you've changed, I'll give you a lift home."

"Okay." I reply. "Thanks."

"I'm really sorry guys." Scott apologized again to Derek and me.

"Yeah well I'm going to have go with Jameson on this one. But uh… thanks for the rescue." I tell him and head to the locker room to change.

~Carry On~

When I finished changing, I headed out to Jameson's car, where she was glaring at Scott who was flipping through a book. Derek and Erica were standing next to him looking over it, too. Jameson broke her glare when she heard me coming close. She looked up and gave me a small smile, before returning to her glaring.

At first I wasn't sure she changed her clothes, as it looked pretty much like what she had on earlier. But I noticed her shirt was a different color and her flannel was five times the size she was and went almost to her knees. Her hair was up in a bun, and despite the chilled air she didn't look like she was cold. I pulled a sweat shirt out of my bag and offered it to her, but she just shook her head.

"So this Kanima," Scott began, "it's says here it's a creature of vengeance?" Who's vengeance?"

"The vengeance of the person controlling it." Jameson answered.

"And it's like us? A Shapeshifter?"

"It's a shape-shifter, yes." Derek replied this time, "But it's not right, it's like a…"

"An abomination." I supplied the term for him this time. Derek nods his head. He then looks at Erica and the pair start to walk away.

"Derek!" Scott calls him back.

"We need to work together on this, you, us, Jameson. Maybe even tell the Argents."

"You trust them?" Derek asks. Jameson scoffs.

"Nobody trust anyone. That's the problem. While we're here arguing about who's on what side, there's something scarier, stronger, and faster than any of us and it's killing people! And we are just starting to learn about it!"

"I know one thing." Derek says, "When I find it, I'm going to kill it."

With that he walked off. Scott then turned to Jameson.

"I'm with him, Cowboy, when I see that thing again I'm gonna cut off its head." She said pushing herself of the car and going to her door, "Come on, Stiles."

Scott gave me a look like 'are you seriously going with her?' I shrugged apologetically and headed to the passenger side door.

"Oh, Scott, there's a reason why none of us trust each other. Maybe you should learn a little about the Argents before you start with this hippie togetherness plan of yours." Jameson tells Scott before climbing inside. Scott shoots me another look, but I ignore it and climb in too. Once inside, Jameson starts the car and drives away from Scott.

"You hungry?" she asks.

"Starved." I answered.

"Pizza?" She asked, "Like a large a piece?"

"Yeah." I chuckled.

"Great, let's go."

"Hey, Jameson…"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

She bobs her head, not needing me to clarify about tonight. And we drive away in silence.

~Carry On~

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