Chapter Seven: Whatever Happened To Baby Jackson?
AN: This chapter was always one of my favorites of Season 2. Up to this point the Kanima had always been in the shadows, it was the first time we got to see him in the daylight. Anyway, enjoy Jameson's millionth and something detention.
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective:
"If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing, he probably doesn't know that somebody's controlling him." Allison said over the speaker.
"Yeah, Argent that was last week's episode, would you please get current." I tell her.
"Look, I'm just tryi-"
"And failing, dear. Wou—"
"Ladies, we've bigger things to deal with than your Hatfield and McCoy family feud." Stiles admonished.
"Fine." Argent and I said simultaneously. Stiles looked pleased.
"What if it's the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the hospital?" Stiles asked.
"A fugue state?"
"He'd have to forget everything. The murders." Scott said.
"Getting rid of the blood." Allison added
"But he had help with one thing though, the video." I chimed in, "The master had to have been the one to do it. That means they must know who Jackson is."
"Are you sure that Jackson has no idea what is going on?" Allison asked.
"When I talked to him before my dad kicked me out, he told me that he's becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing." Stiles answered her.
"Which only confirmed what we already knew…he's delusional." I added.
"So we try to convince him he's not a werewolf?" Allison asked.
"If it helps us find out who's controlling him then, yeah." Scott said.
"Not necessarily," I say, "if we keep pressing Jackson it might cause the master to speed up his time table. I think we need to switch gears from Jackson to the victims. Find out what they have in common."
"That could work, if we can connect them it could lead us to the master." Stiles said approvingly.
"Okay, but I still think we should work on Jackson too. Maybe if we prove to him that he is the Kanima, it could help him fight it somehow."
Stiles and I nod, but I planned on exploring my avenue more thoroughly than worrying about Jackson.
"Do you think he'll talk to us after what we did?" Allison asked.
"Yeah, it's us. He'll talk to us. Right?" Stiles asks.
"Yeah to gloat about whatever he's getting Esquire in there to do to us." I answer him. He nods his head side to side. A knock on the door causes Stiles to slam his finger down on the end call button, and stuff the phone in his pocket. The sheriff poked his head in.
"Scott, your mom is here."
Scott nods in response.
"And Jameson I informed your guardian of—"
"You called my Uncle Bobby?" I interrupted the Sheriff.
"Yes, and since he's out of—"
"On a scale of one to ten how angry was he?" I asked. The Sheriff sighed.
"I don't know he just kind of sighed and told me he was working and couldn't come in. He asked me to stand in for him for him today and to tell you to call him afterwards."
"Did he say Jameson or Jamie?" I prodded.
"Jamie." The sheriff said giving me a look.
"Oh, well then he's at a four. I'm good, proceed." I tell the Sheriff. He gives me another look. I see where Stiles gets his from.
"Okay, I need you three to follow me." He said and led us into another meeting room where Mr. Whittemore and a woman, who I'm assuming was Scott's mom, were already waiting. He had the three of us sit at the table in the center of the room.
"Ms. Winchester's guardian is out of state for work and won't be able to come in tonight, and has asked me to stand in for him for the reading." The Sheriff informed Mr. Whittemore. Mr. Whittemore cast a stern look in my direction and I smiled cheekily at him.
"That will be fine, Sheriff." He said handing him a clipboard.
"In light of what has happened Mr. Jackson Whittemore is filing a restraining order against the three of you. The terms of the order are as followed, you will not go within 50 feet of Jackson Whittemore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically. "
With that the Sherriff tossed the clipboard down on the table. His exasperation and frustration were very evident. Stiles took a look at the clipboard and then looked between Jackson's father and his own.
"What about school?"
And there it is, Stiles being Stiles.
"You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a 50-ft distance."
"Okay, what if we both have both have to use the bathroom at the same time, and there's only two stalls available and they're only right next to each other."
Mr. Whittemore and Mrs. McCall huffed in exasperation. The Sheriff just crosses his arms and stared sternly at his son.
"I just hold it."
"Yeah, you do that. Now anymore questions?"
"Yes" I say, "Am I being punished or rewarded?"
"You're being punished." The Sheriff said.
"Are you sure? Jackson's kind of a Jackass. I mean who knows that a guy is beating the crap out of his son and doesn't say anything about it? Not having to be within fifty feet of him sounds like a reward."
"Excuse me?" Mr. Whittemore asked.
"Was I not using big enough words for you, Esquire? Your male offspring is a-"
"Jameson!" Stiles interrupted sharply.
"Yeah?"
"Shut-up."
I shrug.
"You must think you're real cute?" Mr. Whittemore said me.
"I think I'm adorable."
"Look, young lady you're lucky we're not pressing charges. Don't make me regret that decision." Mr. Whittemore said to me, trying to intimidate me. I shrug and scoot down in my seat.
"If there are no more questions, the two of you," the Sheriff said indicating Scott and me, "are free to go home."
"Actually I'm James' ride." Stiles said. I looked at him, and he indicates for me to go along with it.
"Yeah, my car is out of commission and Stiles offered to chauffeur me until it's fixed." I lied.
"Fine, just wait in the lobby." The Sheriff told me, "And you, just drop her off and go straight home. No pit-stops or passing go and collecting 200 dollars."
Stiles nodded.
"I'll just let myself out." I said as I stood up. I walked over to the door and opened it. "I'll meet you out front, Stilinksi."
"Yep."
I walked out of the room and as I left I heard a shuffling noise and Stiles yelling "Ow." I turned back to see father and son coming out of the room behind me. I sped up I didn't want get in the middle of a domestic. As I rounded the corner I saw Scott and his mom come out of the room too. And I sped off even faster, but that didn't stop me from hearing a very loud,
"NO STILES!"
I cringed, even from a distance that was loud. I turn another corner and there's Jackson… between me and the exit. I could walk past him and ignore him, I could wait for Stiles, or I could completely ignore the restraining order and have some fun. It's times like these when I ask myself WWDD? What Would Dean Do? Dean would have some fun.
I walked up and slid down on the seat next to Jackson getting as uncomfortably close as I could. He turned to me, startled at first before growing angry.
"You can't be here I have a restraining order."
"And I have a machete made of pure silver, infused with wolfs bane." I tell him, "Which one of us do you think is going to win? You with your paper or me with my knife?"
"What do you want?"
"Just to warn you."
"Okay."
"Whether you want to believe it or not you are the Kanima." I tell him, he goes to protest but I cut him off, "You are the Kanima. Luckily for you, killing you is off the table as we have a bigger fish to fry-your master. But if you become more of a problem than you are now, I will take you both out. So, if I were you I would wake up and smell the roses and figure out a way to regain control before it's too late."
I get up and walk away before he can say anything and head to the lobby. I sit on one of the benches next to the door and wait to see what Stiles wants. He comes out to the lobby about 10 minutes later, he nods his head to the door and I get up to follow him.
"So I take it you saw Jackson on your way out?" He says the moment we escape the station.
"Kind of hard to miss, his ego took up the 50 foot distance I was supposed to give him."
Stiles snorted.
"So what did you say to him?"
"Weren't you in the room? I can't speak to him or approach him or assault him ph—"
"James, what did you do?" He said stopping on the sidewalk.
"Fine, I sat right next to him and I told him to wake up and smell the roses or die. Are you happy now? Wouldn't you rather have had plausible deniability for when they haul me in for threatening him?"
"Well did he say anything to you?"
"That he had a restraining order."
"Anything he else?" He asked motioning spastically with his hands.
"Nope that was it. I think I'm going to like this restraining order."
"Yeah I think we all got that earlier."
"So why are you taking me home, Stilinski. Especially when your dad said you can't pass go and collect $200."
"Wha— What does he think? That we're—that-"Stiles stuttered.
"Yes, Stiles."
"Why wou-"
"You told him I came over to study after your game last week and if you didn't notice it was rather late when I was over, and usually guys don't hang out with girls who look like me unless you want in our pants or you're our gay best friend. And you dad has already ruled out the latter option."
"B-but b—"
"That's absurd, crazy, and completely insane."
"Okay there's no need to go that far.' Stiles said regaining his voice.
"Yeah, who knows you might get lucky and collect those 200 dollars someday." I tease him, eliminating the space between us, pressing my boobs against his chest. Stiles got all flustered again. I laugh and pull back.
"So why are you taking me home?'
"So I don't have to drive home with my disappointed father."
"Yeah I know all about that." I tell him, "Do you mind coming to get me in the morning so I can pick up my car?"
"You don't really have to let me drive you home."
"Yeah well it will be one less lie you told your father."
"Thanks, James."
"No problem Stilinski." I said walking towards his Jeep, "I just expect doughnuts in the morning."
"Yeah, okay James."
~Carry On~
"Hey, Bobby." I said tentatively when I called him after Stiles dropped me off.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Okay, so I came across more than just werewolves here."
"And…"
"I found a Kanima."
"A Kanima?"
"Yea."
"And you didn't think to call me to come help?"
"I can handle this Uncle Bobby."
"Yeah, it sounds like it." he said drily.
"The restraining order was issued by the Kanima's father." I protested.
"So you know who it is? What about the master?"
"Yes, and still looking in to it."
"I'm coming."
"No!" I exclaim, "I can do this Bobby. I need to do this without you or Dean. I need to know that I—"
I couldn't finish. Bobby sighed.
"Alright, but if things get to heavy c-"
"You'll be the first call I make."
"Alright, get some sleep Jamie."
"Will do, Uncle Bobby."
"And call your brother; I'm tired of being the messenger between you two."
"I didn't want to interrupt his time with Lisa." I said sarcastically.
"Jamie…" Bobby said in a warning tone.
"Fine, I'll call him."
"Good. Night, girl."
"Night." I said hanging up. I looked at my phone contemplatively. I call Dean tomorrow. I plug my phone in and grab my night shirt and the bucket I filled to take a bath with and headed to the bathroom. Yeah, I'll call him tomorrow.
~Carry On~
Bobby's Perspective:
I hung up the phone with a sigh. I didn't know what I was going to do with that girl.
"Who was that?" Sam asked, coming in from the kitchen with two beers.
"Your sister."
He just nods.
"She's fine by the way, in case you were wondering." I told him. Sam had been off since he showed up on my doorstep two days ago.
"I figured. Jameson has always been a fighter."
"She's hunting a Kanima." I said hoping to prod him into taking an interest in his sister. He perked up, there's Sam.
"What kind?"
"She didn't say."
"Well we've fought a couple before she knows what to do."
"Maybe you could go help her. I know she would be happy to see you."
"I'm sure Jameson will be able to handle it. She's a Winchester and her happiness to see me would be overshadowed by me interfering. You know how she gets."
"Yeah, I just don't like not telling her and Dean about you, boy."
"Dean's finally living a normal life and Jameson seems to being doing well. I don't want to disrupt their lives any more than they already have been. "
"Fine," I said with a sigh. I was not looking forward to this when it blew up all over my face.
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective:
Stiles picked me up the next morning before school and he came bearing doughnuts as requested. He dropped me off at the station, so I could get my Mustang, that thankfully didn't have any tickets or anything else done to it. Something I would have blamed Stiles for.
He then waited until I was in my car and started it up, before pulling out and acting as my escort to school. Like I didn't already know where it was…unfortunately. We arrived at school and I parked next the Jeep. We both hopped out of the cars bags in tow, and easily fall in step with each other.
"Scott just texted, he wants us to meet him in Allison in the library during 1st period."
"Don't you have practice?"
"Not today," he replied, as he pushed open the front door of the school, "Coach has some meetings this morning."
"Do you happen to know if this means a sub for Econ?" I asked hopefully. The corner of this mouth lifted up.
"It threatened us with his presence in the voicemail he left last night."
"Damn!" I cursed, as we turned down a hallway to our right to get to the library. Stiles chuckled as we ducked into the library. I looked around for Scott's distinctive head but couldn't see him, "Should we really be meeting Scott in a public place like this, isn't he like grounded from you?"
"Yeah, but that's not going to stick long?"
"Ohh…kay." I said
"What about you? How mad was your Uncle Bobby?"
"By the time I called he was at a three."
"He wasn't mad at all?"
"Yeah, it could have been worse, it has been worse, which is why I had my record wiped clean before I registered here. But two weeks with you guys and I've already screwed that up."
"Oh I'm so sorry we messed up you fake clean record." He said sarcastically.
"You're not fake forgiven." I shot back. Stiles rolled his eyes at me. I rolled them back, and then caught sight of a familiar face.
"Hey there's Scott." I say pointing to him peeking out from behind a row of shelves. He motions us over and Stiles and I duck our heads and make our way over to him.
"Hey," I greet Scott, "So does she still let you sleep inside or are you out in the dog house?"
"Nice, Jameson." Stiles said.
"She's really upset. She couldn't even look at me."
Well now I feel horrible.
"Once we catch the Kanima and the master, things can get back to normal." I told him, "You two can stop lying to your parents, and do the whole apple pie life. And I can get back on the road doing what I do best saving people and hunting things. Just keep your eyes on the prize boys."
"Wait you're not planning on sticking around after all this." Scott asked. When I opened my mouth to reply, Stiles had caught sight of Allison walking in. She cast a look at the cameras watching the room and came to the other side of our shelf.
"These are the pages from my family's bestiary. Turns out we actually do know a few things about Kanimas after all." She said sliding a tablet through the shelf to us. Scott pulled it out and held out so all three of us could read it. It was a more detailed story of the Kanima from South America. It said that once the relationship between the master and the Kanima grew stronger that the Kanima would kill anyone the master deemed unworthy.
"Well, ain't that just spiffy." I commented on the new development.
"Okay, did this say anything about how to find out who's controlling him?" Scott asked her skimming the page.
"Not really."
"But Jameson did." I pipe up, "Find the connection between the murders."
"Yeah we got that James." Stiles said, slightly exasperated probably upset about how things were going between me and Allison right now, "What else does it say Allison?"
"It says that the Kanima is actually supposed to be a werewolf but it can't be unti—"
"Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it." Scott finished for her, "Derek told us that after the pool incident."
"Okay, if that means Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could have told you that myself."
"Yeah the list of issues is long on that kid. Narcissism, aggression, a few social disorders." I said.
Stiles and Scott snickered.
"What if it as something to do with his parents?" Allison asked.
"Yeah, Esquire seems like a dream."
"No, his real parents." She said.
"Yeah, does anybody actually know what happened to them?" Scott asked.
"Lydia might," Stiles said.
"What if she doesn't know anything?"
"Well, he doesn't have a restraining order against me," Allison said.
"Yeah about that? How did you get out of our little sojourn to the station?" I asked her.
"I don't know, but right now that helps us. I'll go find Jackson and see what I can get out of him."
"Okay, what do I do?" Scott asked her.
"You have a make-up exam, remember?"
Scott looks back at Stiles who nods his head in agreement. Scott concedes and reaches through the book shelf to grab his girlfriend's hand.
"Promise me. If he does anything you run the other way." Scott tells her.
Great another chick flick moment and a reinforcement of her playing the damsel in distress.
"I can take care of myself."
"Yea, you'v—"I started to comment but Stiles put his hand over my mouth preventing me from finishing.
"I can take care of myself." Allison repeated.
"Allison, if you get hurt while I'm busy with some stupid test, someone's going to need to take care of me. If he does anything…"
"Like." She prodded.
"Anything weird or bizarre…anything."
Stiles shoves Scott aside and sticks his head through the shelf.
"Anything evil."
Allison shoves him back almost causing him to drop the book he was looking through to avoid suspicion.
"Come on Stiles," I tell him, "Put the book back and let's find the future Mrs. Stilinski."
"You're mocking me aren't you?" he said following after me.
"Probably. You make it really easy." I say over my shoulder.
"I really don't like you."
"That's not what your dad thinks." I tease him in a sing-song voice.
"Yeah, he quizzed me about you when I got home."
"Oh, really?"
"He wanted to know what your Uncle did for a living, where you were from, where we met, if you were the reason I kidnapped Jackson."
"And…"
"Didn't know, you weren't much of a sharer, school, and no, I dragged you into it."
I nod my head.
"Owns a salvage yard, originally from Montana, school, and it's really a tossup on which one of us is the bad influence." I tell him, Stiles looks at me oddly "For next time he asks."
Stiles smiles at bit at the new information I revealed. Feeling a bit awkward I scan the halls for Lydia.
"There's your girl." I tell him pointing to where the strawberry blonde was down the hall, "You've been released hound."
He narrows his eyes in annoyance at me before taking off after her. I hung back, thinking she would be more likely to tell him anything. Once he reaches her, I start discreetly following them. I snuck behind a group of students going the same way and was able to observe the two without being observed in return. As they turn a corner, I see a head of blond curls jerk her head in their direction. A sly smile appeared on Erica's lips. She slams her locker close and follows after them using a similar method that I was.
"Shit!" I said. I couldn't really do anything like pull out my knife anymore since Gerard put the cameras up. So instead I reach in my bag for the vial of poppy dust I always kept on me. I may not be able fight, but it doesn't mean I'm down for the count. At a fork in the hallway, Lydia and Stiles went in one direction and Erica went in the other. I followed the were-tramp, down the left hallway. She turned down another corner and I caught sight of Stiles. She did too because she rushed him and slammed him against the wall. I jogged up to her, vial in hand.
"That's right. You wanna play Catwoman? I'll be your Batman." I heard Stiles say as I came up on them, "Hey Jameson."
"Stiles. Is the were-tramp being a bad girl again? Do I need to get the spray bottle?" I asked him. Erica licked her teeth with an annoyed look on her face.
"No, I think she's learned her lesson." He said straightening out his sweatshirt, "Let's get to class."
"If you're wondering about Jackson's real parents, they are about half a mile from here." Erica said, stopping both Stiles and I in our tracks, "In Beacon Hills Cemetery."
With that little tidbit she struts away. Stiles and I share a look.
"We're going to have to go after her, aren't we?" I asked Stiles.
"Yep."
I sigh and turn on my heel and follow her, with Stiles close behind.
"Okay. Wait, wait, wait, wait." Stiles yelled after Erica. She slows down for us to catch up with her, "Do you know how they died?"
"Maybe," she said, "If you tell me why you're so interested."
"Sorry, that's classified. You have to get clearance, learn the secret handshake, and we frankly don't have to time nor the desire to teach you." I tell her. She gave me an annoyed look before it morphed into a look of epiphany.
"It's him, isn't it?" she asked.
"What? Who? Him who?" Stiles stuttered.
"The test didn't work, but it's still him." She said leaving us behind, "It's Jackson."
Stiles' mouth falls open, he tries to think of something to say but nothing came out. I looked at him.
"If I break both her legs she can't tell Derek."
"We'll keep that in our back pocket, but now follow the blonde."
"Right boss," I said heading after her. Stiles speeds up and passes me to catch Erica once she rounds a corner.
"Look, you can't tell Derek," he told her, "There's a lot more to this that you don't know about. And just because you got the Alpha bite makeover doesn't give you a license to go around destroying people."
"Why not?" She asked as she turned around, "That's all anybody ever used to do to me."
"There's the sob story again." I said, "Do you know another song?"
"What do you know about it?"
"Enough." I replied in a dark tone, "Look you can't tell Derek, Jackass isn't the main event he's just the warm up."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
I open my mouth to give her the quick version when I noticed water coming from the guy's locker room. I point towards the floor and both Stiles and her turn to look at it. Suddenly Scott comes flying out of the locker room followed by Jackson lunging for him. Stiles and I immediately drop our bags and grab Scott while Erica gets a handle on Jackson. Both Scott and Jackson struggle against our holds.
"What the hell is going on?" Mr. Harris' voice yells from down the hall, "Hey! Enough! Enough. What do you idiots think you're doing? Jackson! Calm down! Mr. McCall, you wanna explain yourself? Stilinski?"
"You dropped this." A brown haired boy said holding out Allison's tablet. Harris snatched it from it and uses it to point at all of us.
"You and you…actually, all of you…" He said even indicating the brunette who just wanted to give the girl her tablet, "Detention. 3 o'clock."
With that being said he hands Allison her tablet and walks away.
"Great a restraining order and a detention all in less than 24 hours. How am I going to explain that one to the judge? I blame you three." I said pointing to Scott, Stiles, and Jackson. I turn on my heel and stalk off.
"What judge?" Stiles says coming after me.
"The one I'm not talking to anymore because he…because of …reasons."
"There is no judge is there?" he asks.
"Not in the traditional sense but I'm going to have to answer to someone and right now I'm not talking to him."
"Why?"
"Reasons." I said and turn down another hallway. And it's not like he's exactly picked up the phone and called me either. Two red flags, I got to get new friends before people start looking too deep into me.
~Carry On~
So, I had an "eff this" attitude for the rest of the day. I wasn't getting out when the bell rang so I didn't see the point of even trying to deal with today. And of all the stinking teachers to be paired with for detention it had to be Harris. He has this air of Crowley about him. I should check if he's demon possessed.
After school got out, all of us met at the door of the library, figuring even though most of us hated each other there was strength in numbers. Scott and Stiles sat at the first table closest to the door and I took the seat across from Scott. The were-tramp sat in the seat next to me giving me a bitchy grin.
"Don't make me get the spray bottle, bitch." I told her, but her grin only grey.
"We can't be in detention together." Jackson spoke up, "I have a restraining order against these tools."
Stiles' head dropped on the table in both embarrassment and frustration. Figures Jackson would use the restraining order to try to get out of detention.
"All of these tools?" Harris asked. Can he even say that?
"No, just us tools." Stiles answered using his finger to circle the three of us. I give a cheeky wave.
"Fine," Harris said, "You three over there."
Harris pointed to a table that was slightly farther away from Jackson. Jackson looked miffed that his plan backfired, but it made my afternoon. I grabbed my bag off the floor and headed over to the table Harris indicated. Scott takes the seat next to me and Stiles sit across from us. Scott cast an angry look at Jackson before turning back to us.
"I'm going to kill him." Scott declares and I immediately perk up. Stiles points a finger at me.
"No." he says.
"I didn't say anything." I protested.
"Yeah, but you were thinking it. Look we've already been over this and weren't you the one that said that killing him would be like executing a private for a general's war crimes." He reminded me, before turning to Scott, "And as much as I hate to admit it, you guys were right. You're going to find out who's controlling him and then you're gonna help save him."
Scott looks over a Jackson again.
"No," he says turning back to us, "You two were right, let's kill him."
"I have a couple things that could take him out in my trunk." I muse.
"Yeah like the grenade." Scott said. I pointed at him, and looked at Stiles.
"A gre—a grenade. Why do you hav—no no I don't want to know. Look, we can't kill him and you two know it, so both of you stop flip-flopping, especially you Jameson you're giving me whiplash."
"Well we don't have to kill him now, we can find the master and then kill them both." I offer.
"Jameson." Stiles said.
"Yes, Stiles," I say with a sigh because I know where this going.
"Shut-up."
"Make me, Opie"
Stiles rolls his eyes and starts fiddling with his fingers. I pull out my sketchbook and colored pencils and start doodling.
"What if it's Matt?" Stiles asked out of nowhere. I look up over the edge of my sketchbook at him.
"What?" I asked.
"Well this whole thing comes back to the video, right?" he asked.
"Danny said that Matt was the one who found the two hours of footage missing."
"Exactly. He's trying to throw suspicion off himself."
"So he makes Jackson kill Isaac's dad, one of the Argent's hunters, and the mechanic working on your Jeep?" Scott asks.
"Yes."
"Why?" Scott asks.
"Because…he's evil." Stiles answers.
"And you lost me." I tell him.
"You just don't like him." Scott says to Stiles.
"The guy bugs me. I don't know what it is."
"It's because…he's evil." I mock him.
"Well he is, just look at his face."
"Any other theories?" Scott asks. Stiles just shrugs. There was a scuffing noise behind us that causes us to look up. Jackson is rubbing his forehead in pain. He's standing up and starts rushing out of the room.
"You don't look so good, are you alright?" Harris asks.
"I just need some water." He said pushing the door open. Harris stands up and watches him leave. He turns back to us.
"No one leaves their seats." He said before following after Jackson. The three of us look share a look and the moment we know he's gone we rush out of our chairs and go to the table where Erica is sitting. She's the closest we've gotten all day to finding out what happened to Jackson parents, Lydia continued to refuse Stiles' requests for information.
"Stiles say you know how Jackson's parents died." Scott said once again skipping the formalities.
"Maybe." She said.
"Talk." Scott said. She closed the notebook she was writing in and placed it on her laptop.
"It was a car accident. My dad was the insurance investigator, and every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting when he's 18."
"So not only is Jackson rich now, but he's getting even richer at 18?" Stiles asked.
"Yep." Erica replies.
"There's something so deeply wrong with that."
"Bet he spends it all by the time he's 25." I chime in.
"You know what…" Erica said contemplatively, "I could try to find the insurance report in my dad's inbox. He keeps everything."
She opens up her laptop and starts typing away.
"Scott McCall, please report to the principal's office." A female voice came over the loud speaker. I give Scott a quizzical look, but he's not looking at me. He actually looks like he could pee his pants. He gets up cautiously and heads out of the room. I lean over the table to Stiles.
"What was that all about?" I asked.
"It's Allison's mom."
"Yeegah!' I exclaim, with a shiver. Victoria has always unsettled me, "I like to take a moment of silence for Scott, we knew him well…well you did I've known him for about two weeks."
"Very nice." Stiles said sarcastically. Erica however found some amusement in the whole thing. Stiles turned back to Erica's computer, deciding that ignoring me was the best way to handle the situation. Luckily, I brought my sketchbook when I came over here and I continued to draw my cartoonish Cas, while Stiles and Erica played Harriet the Spy. I picked my head up a few minutes later when Jackson and Mr. Harris came back. Even I had to admit Jackson looked worse than usual. Sickly and slightly disturbed like he saw something he shouldn't have or couldn't believe.
"Look at the dates." Stiles said causing me to turn back to him and Erica.
"Passengers arrived at the hospital DOA." Erica read off her computer, "The estimated time of death 9:26 p.m., June 14, 1994."
"Jackson's birthday is June 15th." Stiles said.
"So that means what?" I ask, "He was actually born after his mom died? Well that explains a lot of his issues."
Stiles points at me in agreement.
"Well this could very well be the thing we are looking for, Boss."
"Yeah but how do you help somebody work through that?" Stiles asked
"Couldn't tell you, my family hasn't been able to pay to help me deal with my own parental issues." I tell him.
"You know that explains so much." Erica said in a bitchy tone. But I ignored it.
"Yeah, and that's only part of my problem, we haven't even talked about my lack of respect for authority, my unhealthy attachment to my brothers, or my chronic sarcasm. And that's only the ones people have commented on."
Erica gave me a look, she obviously didn't appreciate the fact I just went with it. Stiles however rolled his eyes, obviously still not understanding that his face could get stuck like that.
A zipping noise distracts us from our conversation. We all look over to see that Harris is packing up his stuff, so we follow suit. At some point Harris starts laughing.
"No, I'm sorry." He told us still laughing, "Yes, I'm leaving. But none of you are."
He really is a sadistic SOB.;
"You may go when you're done with the re-shelving." Harris continued patting the book carts next to him, "Enjoy the rest of your evening."
With that he spins on his heel and leaves the room. Once I knew it was clear I open my mouth.
"Alright everyone's thinking it so I'm gonna say it," I say, "That sadistic son of a bitch."
I heard a few sounds of agreement. Stiles dropped his stuff on the table and went up to get a cart he motioned for me to come with him.
"Maybe I wanted to work, Jackson." I joked, taking the other end of the cart.
"I'm so sorry that I ruined your plans to become the future Mrs. Whittemore."
"You should be, I could have been rolling in dough."
"You wouldn't have to change your initials."
"True I do like being J.A.W"
"J.A.W? What's the A stand for?"
"What's your real name?"
"Touché." He said, "Hey!"
I turn to see what he's looking at and see Scott coming around the corner.
"Hey, you look relatively unscathed; I never look that good after dealing with Norma Bates." I greet him.
"Yeah, well she made it pretty clear that I might not always walk away without a scratch." Scott answered.
"Why?" Stiles asked.
"She thinks I'm sleeping with Allison." He answered.
"Well aren't you?" I asked. Scott gave me a look.
"Can we pleases just not talk about this, what did you guys find out from Erica."
"That Jackson's parents were DOA on June 14th, 1994. And Jackson's birthday is the 15th, "Stiles tells him, but Scott doesn't seem to understand to what that means, "It means he was born after his mom died by C-section. They had to pull him out of her dead body."
"So, what about the accident itself? What exactly happened?" Scott asked.
"Something caused Jackson's dad to swerve." Stiles answered. "One of the officers thought it might have been on purpose."
"So was it an accident or not?" Scott asked.
"The word all over the report is 'inconclusive.'" Stiles answered.
"Then his parents could have been murdered?" I asked.
"If they were, then it falls in line with the Kanima myth. You know it seeks out and kills murders. Where were you when Erica and I were taking about the accident?"
"Doodling." I answered.
"Well that was useful."
"Well it kept me entertained."
"Guys! Come on; are the murderers he's killing on his list or the person's controlling him?" Scott asks.
"The person controlling him, I told you Jackson is just the gun." I told Scott.
"We have to talk to him. We have to tell him." Scott said walking out of the aisle.
"He's not going to listen." Stiles warned. Scott then stops just outside the aisle, making me think that Stiles made him see reason. Then he slowly starts moving. The way he seems to be on guard had me itching for my knife in my boot. I pull it out and lay it against my thigh and follow after Scott.
"Where are you going?" Stiles hissed after me.
"Something's not right." I tell him and make my way out of the aisle. As I'm coming out of the aisle there's a crashing noise overhead. Pieces of the ceiling fall down on top of me and I duck down to get away from it as sparks descend from above.
"What the hell?"
"Erica! Jameson!" Scott yells. I hear Erica roar over the chaos the Kanima is causing.
"Scott!" I yell back. He stumbles out of a nearby aisle and tries to come towards me, but I spot something over his shoulder, "Get down!"
He turns around and ducks as Jackson, in half Kanima form, swipes at him. It gives enough time to pull a throwing star out of my inner shirt pocket.
"Hey Jackass!" I call at to him, stopping his pursuit of Scott, "I thought you had a restraining order."
With that I throw my two stars at him. He turns his head so one only manages to slice his cheek. He roars at me and lunges at me. I dive for the floor and stab my knife into his foot. He roars in pain and goes to swipe his claws at me. Scott pulls me towards him just in time. Instead Jackson knocks over one of the carts. We retreat more into the aisle and surprisingly Jackson ignored us to stalk over to the chalkboard. He picks up a piece of a chalk and as awkward as a puppet, Jackson writes a message on the board.
Stay out of my way or I'll kill all of you
He then jumps on a nearby bookshelf and out of one of the windows. After he left Scott and I got out of our crouch, make our way to the chalkboard. I reach my hand up to touch it but Stiles distract me.
"Hey, hey,hey,hey!" he exclaims. I turn back to see him crouching over Erica who's convulsing, "I think she's having a seizure."
Scott rushes over to them, and I hang back spotting Allison crouching over Matt.
"Is he okay?" I ask.
"He's alive." She answers. I get down on the ground and check the neck.
"Hopefully he didn't see anything or has enough of a head injury to write this off as a hallucination." I tell her
"Hey, James. I think we're going to need to get her to a hospital." Stiles called from the next aisle.
"I can get there fast." I said getting up from and moving around the aisle.
"Derek, only Derek." Erica protested between shakes.
"When we get her to the hospital…" Scott ignores Erica's plea and says to Allison through the aisle.
"To Derek." Erica says again, "To Derek."
"Go." Allison tells Scott. Scott doesn't like that and runs over to the next aisle.
"Hey Scott!" Stiles protests as he's still holding the seizing Erica.
"Ignore him," I tell Stiles, "Sit her up more. We'll but an arm behind her knee and walk her to my car like that."
"Okay," He says getting in position I come up next to Erica and maneuvered myself to help hold her up. With some difficulty we manage to stand and we start walking Erica to my car. We head towards the main door of the library because it was the quickest way to my Mustang. He backed out the doors and turned down the hallway. Once we reached the end Scott catches up with us.
"I've got her," He said holding his arms out. Stiles nods and indicates for me to move sideways so Scott could take her. He carries her the rest of the way and sits with her in the back seat.
"Drive," he says, "I'll tell you where to go."
I nod and hop in the car. I start the engine as Stiles climbs in and drive off.
~Carry On~
Scott directs me to an abandoned train station across town. I pull into the parking lot and quickly kill the engine and get out so I can help Scott. I open his door and help him maneuver Erica out. He then picks her up and carries her down into the underground station.
"What happened?" Derek asked meeting us at the bottom of the stairs. He then catches sight of me and his eyes narrow in anger, "What's she doing here?"
"Dude!" I explain pointing at Erica. He glares at me, but decides to forget about me for now and takes Erica from Scott. He indicates for us to follow him into a train car. He lays her down, but then snaps at Stiles to hold her up.
"Is she dying?"
"She might, I…Which is why this is gonna hurt." Derek answered. He took her arm in his two hands and twists. Her arm breaks with an audible snap. Erica screams in pain.
"You broke her arm!" Stiles protests.
"It'll trigger the healing process." I tell him, before looking at Derek, "Should I cut her arm so the poison and drain out?"
Derek hesitates but then nods. I take one of the throwing stars and slice her arm from her elbow to her wrist. The both Derek and I squeezed her arm to clean the blood.
"Stiles you make a good Batman," Erica said softly before passing out from the pain.
"Oh my God." Stiles breathed out, a little shocked from what happened. Derek takes Erica from him and lays her gently on some blankets in the back of the train. Once he saw she was okay, he started for the exit and indicated for us to follow him. Scott and I stood up to follow him but we noticed that Derek had chosen to stay behind
"I'm gonna stay here," Stiles said, "To make sure she's okay."
"No funny business." I tell him. He gives me a look, "I mean it."
"Yeah, yeah," he says waving me off.
"I'll come get you when we're going to leave." Scott said. He nodded. We turned and left the train catching up with Derek.
"You know who it is." Scott said. Derek stopped in his tracks. He then turned around and sat down on the chest behind him.
"Jackson." He answered with a sigh.
"You just wanted Erica to confirm it, didn't you?"
Derek nodded. Pretty sneaky Alpha Douche.
"I'm going to help you stop him. As part of your pack." Scott said.
"What?!" I let out. Scott turned to me.
"Trust me." He told me before turning to Derek, "If you want me in, fine. But we'll do it on one condition."
"We're gonna catch him, not kill him."
"And?' Derek asked, knowing there was more.
"And we do it my way."
Derek nodded in agreement.
"Stiles is going to go ballistic when he hears this." I tell the two of them. Scott blanched a bit but Derek look amused by the announcement, "And I think you should be the one to tell him."
Now Scott really looks like white.
~Carry On~
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