Chapter Eight: Rave On
AN: I pretty sure this is the longest or at least the second longest chapter of this book. I mean there is so much going on in this episode. Originally, I thought about splitting it up to two chapters, but decided against it so I could keep the one chapter per episode pattern I had started. Enjoy this chapter and if you are new to this series, I would love to hear your thoughts. If you are returning, there are some noticeable changes that I would love your reactions to. Especially the Deaton conversation.
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective:
"YOU DID WHAT!" Stiles yelled at Scott, "Did your little bump on your head kill all the brain cells in your tiny werewolf brain?
"There it is. I told you he'd go ballistic." I exclaimed, practically bouncing, "Tiny werewolf brain I like that one, do you mind if I reuse it?"
"And another thing," Stiles started turning on me, "where were you in all of this?"
"Telling them you were going to go ballistic." I tell him with a straight face.
"See James knew that I would think this is a bad idea, and she's only known me for about two weeks." Stiles accused Scott, "Let's re-."
"Stiles!" Scott yelled to get his friend's attention before he could rant again, "We can't stop Jackson and the Master on our own, we need help. At least with Derek, we'll get a chance to save Jackson. Look Allison overhead her Dad and Gerard say they plan on killing the Kanima with or without the finding the Master. Derek's the lesser of two evils in this situation."
"Okay fine, you make somewhat of a good point. But for the record I still think this is a very bad idea."
"Seconded, but if my only choices are Alpha Douche and Psycho Killers, I'll take Alpha Douche." I add. Scott gives me a look at the Argent comment, but it no longer seems as harsh as it once did.
"So, what do we do now?" Stiles asked.
"We follow Jackson, make sure he doesn't kill anyone and if we can…find the person controlling him." Scott said.
"What about the victims' angle? I still think that it's a viable route." I ask.
"Stiles, do you think you can get some information out of your dad?" Scott asked.
"I can try."
"Okay, while you do that Jameson and I can follow Jackson."
"Does this mean we get to push the boundaries of the restraining order?" I ask excitedly. Stiles rolled his eyes.
"Possibly, let's just try not to get arrested."
"Awesome."
"Sometimes you worry me." Stiles said to me.
"Sometimes? I must not be doing my job right."
"Okay, so it's time for Jameson to go to bed." Stiles said pulling me off Scott's bed and pushing me out of the room.
"Night Scott, apparently we're going now." I called over my shoulder.
"Well somebody has to take me back to my Jeep and tiny werewolf brain doesn't have any wheels."
"It's probably because his tiny werewolf brain can't handle to the complexities of driving a car."
"I heard that." Scott yelled after us. I stopped on the stairs.
"Nobody likes a show off, Scott." I call back.
"Just get going, Jameson." Stiles said prodding me forward, "Night, buddy."
"I should let you walk." I tell Stiles.
"Yeah, yeah," Stiles said. I could practically hear the eye roll.
~Carry On~
I dropped Stiles off at the school, so he could get his Jeep. With a small wave of his hand, he let me know I'm okay to go and I drove back to the house. As I come up on it, I noticed a new feature in the front yard. I parked along the side of the road to read the sign. Open House Next Tuesday 9AM-Noon. Shit. That means Dottie will be stopping by soon to check the place over and show it to early buyers. And something told me she wouldn't be very understanding about the teenage girl addition to the house. Just shit!
I reversed my car until I made it to the driveway. I turned on to it and drove to the back. I left the engine running as I ran inside to gather my things. I stuffed everything I could into my duffle bags and lugged them outside. I shoved it all into my back seat and returned inside. I had to de-salt the house, but the demon traps were saying. The family that buys this place will thank me one day…unless they find them and think they bought a house from devil worshippers and then they'll leave which means Dottie won't be happy…oh well the traps staying. I scattered the salt to make it look like natural dirt and mess and grabbed some few item that escaped my first walk through. I went back to the car and drove off not once looking back. Why should I? It wasn't home. To be honest, I'm not even sure what home was anymore.
The next dilemma was where was I supposed to go now? I didn't have enough money to crash at a motel indefinitely and it's not like Uncle Bobby can wire me cash.
Hey! Wait. I have friends. Maybe one of the guys would be willing to put me up for a few nights until I find a better situation. Just which one?
~Carry On~
"McCall." I whispered yelled, as I tapped on his window. Scott woke up startled, and began to look around wildly, until his eyes rested on me. He gave me a questioning look before rolling out of bed. He came towards the window and undid the latches before pulling it up.
"Jameson?"
"Hey, can I come in?"
"Yeah, sure." He said confused.
"Great!" I say to him and step back on the porch roof to tossing my duffle full of clothes in.
"What's going on?"
"Well apparently the house I was staying in is going to have an Open House next week, which means bye-bye Jameson. Is it okay if I stay here tonight?" I ask in a rush.
"Yeah, sure."
"Thanks."
"You can take the bed." Scott said grabbing one of his pillows and a blanket.
"No, it's your room carry on with your business. I have a sleeping bag and besides I've slept on far worse things than padded carpet." I tell him. He gives me a look that tells me he's completely uncomfortable with letting me sleep on the floor despite my assurances, "Just get in your bed, McCall. I'm going to go change and if I find you on the floor, I will stab you."
Scott smiled and nodded. He then handed me the pillow and blanket.
"Thank-you," I said, and placed them next to my duffle. I looted through my bag for my sleeping shirt. Once I found it, I left it on top of the bag and unhooked my sleeping bag from the strap of my duffle.
"Is that all you have?" Scott asked pointing at my bag.
"You'll be amazed to find what you can live without when you never had any of it." I told him as I smoothed out the sleeping bag, "Everything I need is in this duffle and in my car.
"Are most hunters like you or are they more like the Argents?" Scott asked.
"Hunters come in all different shapes and sizes, but my kind are the more typical, yes. We travel from place to place looking for a hunt, we live off credit card scams and money we make at bars, some of us have legit jobs to fund the bills but most of us are drifters with nothing to left to lose. The Argents think they have a monopoly on hunting because they've been around longer than most families. They also have the longest history of going rogue and slaughtering packs. They don't really hunt anything other than shape shifters and they usually pass on most of them, except for werewolves. I don't even think they even know why they're hunters anymore to be honest."
"Jameson, why do not hate them so much." Scott asked.
"McCall," I huffed looking upward for strength, before returning to what I was doing "We've been over this, and if you haven't noticed I've blown you off each time with some vague answer. What does that tell you?
"That you don't want to talk about it. But you also told Allison to ask her Dad what happened last time you guys worked together, so…what happened?" He asked, and I froze in the middle of my task of getting the pillow and blanket.
"The way the Argents talk I thought killing you werewolves would be harder. Are you even trying?"
"Die, Winchester." One of the werewolves said slashing at me. I managed to jump out of the way.
"Bite me." I mocked. The werewolf growled and decided to lung for me, I spun out of the way and stabbed him in the back. He hissed in pain and I managed to cut off his head while he tried to nurse his wounds.
"That makes 10 for me what about you Toby?" I asked over my shoulder. But I heard no response. "Toby?"
I turn around to see one of the werewolves lift Toby in the air, as Gerard Argent stood only a few feet away from him, gun at the ready. But he wasn't firing.
"Shoot Argent, shoot!" I screamed. The werewolf turned to me and smirked. He then plunged his hands into my boyfriend's chest.
"TOBY!"
BANG!
"People died." I said getting up and grabbing my shirt, "Like I said some people are poison."
I walk away from Scott and head to his bathroom to change. Going to McCall's was a bad idea, damn those puppy dog eyes. Toby had them too.
I should have gone to Stilinski's house.
~Carry On~
Cas' Perspective:
Jameson was not where I left her last, and it appeared as if all of her stuff was gone. Evidence suggested her departure was quick and recent. I did not have much time to look for her, but I felt obligated to find her and make sure she was okay. The Winchesters were my weakness I had to make sure that Raphael's forces had not taken her.
I looked for her at the home of one of her friends, the odd one who flailed a lot. She was not there. I moved on to the next boy's house, the werewolf, and there she was sleeping on the floor of the boy's bedroom. Dean would not be please about her close proximity to a male let alone a werewolf male. He must not find out about this.
She seemed to be having a nightmare; she was tossing and turning violently.
"Sam!" she called out, "I change my mind…Sam!"
Her exclamations woke up the boy. He rolled over and leaned over the edge of his bed to see what was wrong. When he noticed it was Jameson, he became very sympathetic. He reached his hand out to touch her back but then drew it back. I entered his mind to see why he did not calm her down. He believed that Jameson would resent him for seeing her in this weak state. The boy has good insight, she rarely even cried in front of her family. Her preferred method of expression was violence of some kind.
The boy was conflicted between respecting Jameson and making things better. He is a good friend. Jameson needs more of them. I knelt down and touched her forehead.
"Be at peace, Jamie. Even a Winchester needs a good night's rest."
Immediately her mind calmed and hesitantly I rifled through her mind for a good memory. I found one of her and Dean at a beach. She was very young, and she was running from the waves as they rolled up upon the shore. Dean was laughing and came along aside and grabbed and held her high in the air as another wave rolled in.
Jameson stilled her movements and her tears stopped. The boy was confused, but happy his friend was no longer stuck in a nightmare. I rubbed her hair the way I saw Dean do a hundred of times before flashing away. I have more work to do this night.
~Carry On~
Scott's Perspective:
Beep! Beep! Beep!
I hit the snooze and roll back over. Five more minutes I tell myself. The next thing I know:
BANG! BANG! BANG!
I shoot awake at the sound of loud knocking at my door.
"Scott! You're going to be late for school. Are you even up?"
I groaned. I heard Mom sigh on the other side of the door.
"I'm coming in. Hide anything you don't want me to see."
My eyes flung open. Jameson.
"Mom I can explain!" I yelled as she opened the door. Yeah, I can explain why there's a girl in my room and why I let her sleep on the floor.
"Why you over slept your alarm or is there something else?" she asked
I sat up and looked over at the spot Jameson was last night. It was like she was never even there. I checked my clock, and saw that I took more than five more minutes more like thirty.
"Why I overslept my alarm…" I answer.
"And?" she asked gesturing me to continue.
"I love you?" I said. She rolled her eyes and turned to walk out the door.
"Get up Scott and get to school." She said.
She closed the door and I fell back against my pillows. That was close. I turned my head to look at my clock. I noticed a paper sitting on top of it. I reached over and grabbed it.
Thanks.
Jameson
She must have left early, probably at the first alarm. I got up and dressed for school. I grabbed some breakfast and was about to call Stiles for a ride when he called me.
"Hey, where are you?" he asks.
"I overslept can you come get me?"
"Yeah man, I'm leaving now."
"Hey, is Jameson there?"
"No, actually I didn't even see her car this morning. Why?"
"Well she stayed over last night an-"
"Wait! What? You had Jameson over last night?" Stiles yelled.
"Nothing happened." I told him, "It was just that she couldn't stay at the house anymore and she needed a place to crash but she left before I woke up. I just wanted to know if she was okay."
"Did she say why she couldn't stay at the house anymore? Did they find her?"
"Something about an open house."
"Did she say what she was going to do?" Stiles asked.
"Not really."
"Well school hasn't started yet; maybe she's just getting doughnuts or something."
"Yeah, okay."
"I'll be there in 10," Stiles said before hanging up. I debated calling Jameson to check in on, but the same feeling that stopped be from waking her up last night stopped me again. I just had to hope wherever she was, she was okay.
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective:
I left Scott's house early the next morning. I thought he might not want to explain why-one, he had a girl in his room, and two, why he let her sleep on the floor. And the last thing I needed was another parent looking too closely in the life of Jameson Winchester. Even with my clean slate, there will be red flags for people who knew what to look for.
I decided to give ol'Maureen a visit at the diner this morning, since I had time to eat a real breakfast. I'm thinking eggs, bacon, the whole she-bang. I drove through town and managed to find a spot in front of the restaurant. I walked in and took a seat at my usual booth. I was poring over the menu when I felt a presence loom over me. I sighed, and opened my mouth to make a smart retort, but I was cut off.
"If the next words out of your mouth aren't 'Sorry, I shot you in the side Isaac, and for being a shit friend. Can I buy you breakfast?' I don't want to hear it." Isaac said sarcastically. My mouth curled upwards on its own accord. He got me.
"Sorry, I shot you in the side Isaac, and for being a shit friend. Can I buy you breakfast?" I asked. Isaac smiled and slid into the booth with me.
"Sure, I'd love some." He said once he was situated across from me, "But you should know, the bullet really hurt so I am going to order everything on the menu."
"I got twenty bucks."
"So, half the menu then."
I chuckled and handed him the menu.
"So, I heard through the supernatural grapevine that you've dealt with a Kanima before." Isaac said conversationally as he looked over the menu.
"Yep, and Jackson makes two."
"Was the one that you dealt with like Jackson or…"
"It was more chameleon like than snake. According to other hunters, they come in all shapes and sizes-reptilian, feline, bear."
"A bear?"
"Yeah but considering how it came out of Canada and there are a lot of were-bears in the area, nobody really believes it."
"Were-bears?" Isaac said skeptically.
"Yeah, did you think werewolves and Kanimas were the only things that stalked the night?"
"No…well I never really thought about it."
"Ignorance maybe bliss for them," I said pointing my fingers at the other patrons, "But in our world ignorance will be the thing that kills you."
"So what else is out there?"
"Vampires."
"Vampires." He repeated sounding like he didn't believe me.
"Demons."
"Demons." He repeated again, this time not so disbelieving.
"Yep, they're a wicked good time." I joked.
"Anything else?"
"Ghosts, Tulpas, Skin Walkers, Wendigoes, Daevas, Ghouls, Changelings, Djinn, and a whole bunch of other fun stuff." I tell him.
"Okay I've never even heard of half of that stuff. You got a cheat sheet?"
"Yeah I do, but you have to answer a question of mine."
"Shoot."
"Are you asking or is Derek?" I asked him. I'm not an idiot, these questions seemed rehearsed to me like he directed the conversation this way for a reason. Isaac opens his mouth to answer but Maureen finally arrives.
"How ya doing today Maureen, am I gonna get that smile today?" I ask her. Her response was too give me a deadpan look.
"I'll just take that as a no." I say, before taking the menu from Isaac, "I'll take a cup of hot chocolate, scrambled eggs, two orders of bacon, hash browns and oooh a side of biscuits and breakfast gravy."
Both Maureen and Isaac give me a weird look.
"What?"
Isaac just shakes his head.
"I'll have the same." He says. Maureen rolls her eyes and grabs my menu from me and stalks back to the kitchen.
"I don't think she likes you." Isaac says to me.
"Are you kidding? Maureen loves me. She doesn't give everyone else that kind of treatment. Stick with me kid and we'll own this joint one day."
"I think you may be delusional."
"Possibly, we'll put that down on my list of things for the therapist I'm never going to get. Now back to my question. Is it you or Derek who wants to the Winchester Cheat Sheet to Supernatural Creatures?" I asked him leaning closer across the table.
"Derek wanted me to borrow it yes, he hasn't been able to find his family's bestiary. He's assuming it got destroyed in the fire."
"Then no, Alpha Douche is a big boy if he wants it he can ask me." I say pulling back to lean against the back of my seat.
"Okay." He said, mimicking my action.
"Okay? What you're not going to convince me that it's in my best interest to comply or anything?"
"Would it work?"
"No, I'd kick your ass again."
Isaac made a small sweeping motion with his hands.
"You're a lot smarter than you look, Lahey, I might actually start liking you again."
Isaac smirked.
"So now that Team Tiny Werewolf Brain and Team Alpha Douche are teaming up, do I get a cool leather jacket too?" I asked him. Isaac laughed. At least that wasn't a no.
~Carry On~
"Hey, what did you get for number seven?" I asked Isaac at lunch, "I've done it four times and I've gotten four different answers."
"Seven? I'm still on four."
"Come on that was so easy a caveman could do it."
"I thought Geico taught us that that was offensive to caveman."
"My bad, your right caveman are a lot smarter than you."
"Thanks, Winchester."
"I aim to please."
"Well doesn't this look cozy," Stiles said as he stood a few feet away from our table.
"Hey, Stilinski." I greet him.
"Hey Stilinski? Hey, Stilinski! I've been trying to get a hold of you all morning."
"Isaac and I came in late."
"And that's supposed to make me feel better? Need I remind you that just a few days ago he tried to attack us, and you put a bullet in his side!"
"We made up."
"James." Stiles groaned, running his hands down his face. I turned to Isaac.
"You may want to go, it gets pretty ugly from here on out."
Isaac laughs softly and gathers his things and leave.
"Are you happy now?" I asked him.
"No." he said taking Isaac's vacated seat, "When did you and Beta Douche make up?"
"This morning when I bought him breakfast to make up for shooting him and he was angling for information for Derek." I tell him with a shrug, before looking down with a frown "Our relationship has lot of ups and downs."
"So, what did Derek want?" he asked.
"My bestiary. He apparently lost his in the fire."
"Did you give it to him?"
"No if he wants it, he can ask me for it himself instead of sending Pretty Pink Princess over there," I said jerking my thumb to where Isaac was a few tables away, "who's watched the Notebook one too many times."
Stiles stated snickering. Then suddenly he sobers up.
"Hey, uhh…Scott said you had to leave the house you were staying in."
"Yeah, there's an open house next Tuesday. I thought I would clear out before any one came around to check out the place."
"So where are you going to stay?"
"Don't worry so much Opie, I'll figure something out I always do."
He nods.
"Hey, I got to go see my morning teachers to get the work I missed, I'll catch you in class." I said packing up to leave.
"Yeah, sure." He said. He said it in an odd tone that I looked over at him. He had his thinking/worrying face on. Oh God.
"Stiles!" I snap at him, "I'm serious stop worrying you'll get wrinkles."
He gave me a small half smile. But I could tell this conversation was far from over for him. He'll probably sit and stew about it all day like he does everything else.
"See you Stilinski." I tell him, giving up in trying to get him to calm down. I grabbed my stuff and headed to the door. As soon as I stepped into the hall Isaac pushed off the wall he was resting on. He had gotten up when he saw me packing up and made it out here before me.
"Beta Douche? And Pretty Pink Princess?" He asked. I shrug and loop my arm through his before pulling him off in the direction of our third period teacher. I didn't even need to look at him to know he was rolling his eyes and…smirking. One of these days Stiles and Isaac's eyes are just going to get stuck in the eye roll position. And I'm not a big enough person not to say I told you so.
~Carry On~
I was sitting next to Scott in Harris' class when a flash of silver caught my eye. I turned my head to see Jackson's Porsche speeding out of the parking lot. I nudge McCall with my elbow. He turns to me with a questioning look. I point to Jackson's retreating car. His face morphs from one of confusion to worry. I ask him with my eyes if we're going, and he gave me the tiniest of nods.
"You better freaking catch me, McCall." I warn him, before touching my forehead, I began to sway like I was lightheaded.
"Mr. Harris." I croaked before falling backwards. The stool started falling back as well and I knew it would cause a big commotion. Scott managed to get ahold of the situation and caught me before I hit the ground.
"James!" I heard Stiles call out.
"What's going on over there, McCall?" Harris demanded.
"Is she okay?" I head another voice ask-Isaac.
"I think she passed out." McCall said. He started feeling my forehead, "She feels a little warm."
"Lahey! Stilinski! Stop crowding her. McCall take he to the nurse and come right back."
"Yes, sir." Scott said. He hooked his arms under my legs and lifted me up resting my head on his shoulders. I felt him carrying me across the room.
"Mr. Lahey! Come back here!" I head Harris call after us. I peek through my lashes to see Isaac following after us in concern. I quickly closed my eyes and waiting until I was sure we were clear of the room before opening them again. With a fawning smile, I wrapped my arms around Scott's neck.
"My hero," I said kissing his cheek. He just smiled, before setting me down.
"What was with all the theatrics?" Isaac asked in a miffed tone.
"Jackson's on the move." I said, "We need an exit strategy, a fainting spell usually does the trick."
Isaac nodded his head side to side.
"Can you cover for us? Just wait a few minutes and then tell Harris I took her home or something." Scott told Isaac. Isaac's miffed look was back.
"Fine." He said.
"Thanks, Isaac." I told him, "I'll text you later."
He nods his head and walks down the hall. Most likely finding a place to low until it was a good time to go back in. I watch him for a moment before turning back to Scott.
"Let's go hunting." I say to him. He nods, and we take off for the nearest exit.
~Carry On~
Scott and I followed Jackson around all evening. We ended up in the next town over in their warehouse district. Once we entered the area, Jackson took off on foot and went along this path that he seemed to have walked a thousand times, but I don't think Jackson would ever be caught dead in a place like this. Well…unless he was doing steroids or something. More than likely this familiarity could be a clue to the identity of the Master.
Jackson made a sharp turn around a corner, and out of our sight. Scott and I crept to the edge of the building and peered around to see Jackson making his way towards a line. However, he bypassed end of the line and cuts past most of the people in line until he was about 10 people or so from the front. Quite a few of those he cut made a fuss about it, including that kid from school that Stiles didn't like-Max no, Mal… Matt or something. Nobody stopped him though, Jackson just turned around and looked at them all and everyone took a step back.
"What should we do?" I asked Scott. He thought about it a second before nudging me forward.
"Come on," he said taking the lead. He got in the back of the line and I took my place next to him. Scott start peering around the people like he's trying to get someone's attention. I don't think it worked because the next thing I know he's calling out:
"Matt!"
Aha, it was Matt! Matt turns around confused until he sees McCall.
"What?" he asked.
"How much are tickets?"
"$75" Matt answered. Scott may a "wow" face and turned towards me. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the 2 dollars I had left from breakfast.
"Hey, Matt." Scott calls out to the guy again.
"Yeah," he responded sounding annoyed.
"Can I borrow some money?"
"How much?"
"$148, should about cover it." I tell him. Matt makes a "can you believe these two" face and shakes his head. Okay, so we're not getting into this party. Scott nodded like he expected that answer and pulled me out of the line to hang back. From our vantage point we had a good view of Jackson and were close enough to intervene if things get reptilian. After about 20 minutes, Jackson finally made it to the front of the line. The woman selling the tickets asked him a question and he raised one finger. His movements were awkward like he really was a puppet on a string. We watched as the longer Jackson stood there, the more creeped out she seemed to be. She says something to the guy next to her still eyeing Jackson.
"She's closing up." Scott told me.
"What? Why? Because Jackson is creeping her out?"
He just shrugged. The crew in the ticket booth backed up and one of the men pushed a button and the booth started going up. With all the stress of focusing on Jackson, I hadn't even realized the ticket booth was an elevator.
Speaking he continued to watch the woman in the booth until all he could see was the bottom of the elevator cart. Then he turned on heel in a military fashion and stalked back down the alley we had come through. Scott and I barely wasted a moment before scrambling after him. It seemed our work was not done yet. I hope Stiles was having better luck grilling his Dad.
~Carry On~
Stiles' Perspective:
"Oh, what the hell is this?" My dad exclaimed as he took a bite of his dinner. I had brought a meal hoping to soften him up for two really big questions I had tonight.
"Veggie burger." I told him.
"Stiles, I asked for a hamburger." He insisted.
"Well, veggie is healthier. We're being healthy." I told him, holding up my own salad. He sighs in exasperation, as he opened the other to go box.
"Oh, hell, why are you trying to ruin my life?" Dad asked with a disappointed sigh as he saw the vegetables I had got him.
"I'm trying to extend your life. Could you just eat it, please? And tell me what you found."
"No, I'm not sharing confidential police work with a teenager."
"Is that it on the board behind you?" I asked pointing to the board behind my Dad's head. There was a large map and crime scene photos and reports pinned to the map.
"Don't look at that." My dad told me. I pushed myself of my chair a bit to get a better look.
"All right." I said sitting back down, but I continued to look around my father for information.
"Avert your eyes." He told me.
"Okay. It's just…"
"Hey, avert!"
"I see arrows pointing at pictures."
"Okay, okay, stop. Fine." He exclaimed waving his hands, "I found something. The mechanic and the couple who were murdered. They all had something in common."
"All three?" I asked intrigued.
"Yeah. You know what I always say. One's an incident. Two's a consequence."
"Three's a pattern." I finished his quote.
"The mechanic, the husband, the wife. All the same age. All 24."
"Wait a minute, what about Mr. Lahey? Isaac's dad isn't anywhere near 24."
"Which made me think that either A, Lahey's murder wasn't connected, or B, the ages were a coincidence, until I found this, which would be C." Dad explained before handing me a folder, "Did you know Isaac Lahey had an older brother names Camden?"
I opened up the file to see a military file for Isaac's brother. The DIED IN COMBAT was stamped c in red across the first page.
"Died in combat?"
"But if he were alive today take one guess as to how old he'd be."
"Twenty-four."
I pursed my lips and stood up and walked behind Dad's desk to get a better look at his board. I felt Dad stand up next to me.
"Now, what if same age means same class. Did you think of that?" I asked him
"Yeah," He said unconvincingly, "Well I would've. I mean, I just got Lahey's file two hours ago."
"Two hours?" I exclaimed, "Dad, people could be dying?"
"Yeah, I'm aware of that. Thank-you!" Dad shot back.
"Same class." I said again.
"Stay here." Dad said, he left the room and came back a few minutes later with a pile of papers and Beacon High yearbooks. He dropped them on top of his desk. I started rifling through the papers to see what they were. Once I noticed that they were class lists I rifled through them for the class of 2005.
"Okay, this is it. Class of 2005." I tell him opening the file, "They all went to Beacon Hills."
"Including Isaac's brother." Dad said pointing at Camden's file.
"All right, but so what if they all knew each other, you know. I mean, two of them were married so maybe they all just hung out."
"Well, they could have had the same classes together." Dad said as he flipped through pages, "Same teacher."
"Harris. They were all in his class?"
"All four." Dad answered, "And I don't know how Mr. Lahey fits in, but this, kid, this is definitely a pattern. All right give me the 2005 yearbook. These names we need faces."
"Which ones?" I asked.
"Everyone in that chemistry class." Dad replied as he picked up the phone and began dialing. Finally, we had something. If we could follow up on this lead, then we could find the Master. Jameson was right this was our ticket to ending it, "If the killer's not done killing…"
"Then one of them is next." I finished for him.
"Yeah." He replied, he then spoke into the phone, "Yeah, it's Stilinski."
Dad spent the next half hour on the phone looking into this same class lead we came up with. I texted Jameson with the news. She didn't respond, but she could be busy chasing Jackson or stopping him from killing somebody. After Dad got off the phone, I asked the second question I had.
"Hey, Dad?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said looking over some papers.
"You remember Jameson…" I started out
"Pretty blonde, issues with authority, hates Jackson Whittemore." He listed. I smiled at his description of James that was pretty much her.
"Yeah, so…umm…she's…" I stumbled over how to go about this.
"Please tell me you didn't get her pregnant." Dad asked.
"NO!" I yelled, "No, wh-why would you think…look she's kind of homeless at the moment."
"Homeless?"
"She's…well she kind of ran away from her foster home. And she was squatting in a house on the edge of town but it's on the market and they're having an open house, so she had to vacate the premises."
"Squatting? How long did you know about this?"
"A few days. I was kind of hoping she could stay with us." I said. I didn't like the idea of her on her own-sleeping in abandoned houses and in her car. Or even worse in an abandoned train stations with four werewolves.
"Stay with us?"
"Yeah, she really hasn't had much luck in her foster homes and this is the first place she made any friends and stuff."
Dad sighed.
"She can stay in the guest room for a few days," He said, I smiled and started to get up, "But only until I contact her social worker."
A few days would give Jameson some time to come up with a better story or find another place to live.
"Yeah, I got it." I said, and I started to get up and head out of the room, "Thanks, Dad."
"She better be in the guest room when I get home and not in-"
"Dad!" I cut him off, "Nothing is going on between me and Jameson."
"Oh?"
"Yes, oh." I reply still flustered, "I just…I just don't think she should be alone."
"You're a good friend, son."
"Thanks."
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective:
Scott and I followed Jackson all the way back to his house. And even though it seemed like he was in for the night, we spent a good hour watching his house. We would have stayed later but Scott got a call from his boss about coming into the vet clinic. He thought he had something to help us with Jackson. Apparently, Scott had gone to him with what we had learned to ask for his advice. As Scott directed me to the clinic and told me that his boss was in on the supernatural goings on of Beacon Hills. Probably knowing more than he let on. Got to love those mysterious doctor types.
We parked behind the clinic and Scott let us in the back door. He greeted his boss.
"What did you find?" Scott asked as he followed the vet deeper inside.
"Let us wait until Derek arrives, I need to be sure of his intentions." The vet replied sagely. Once we reached the exam room, Scott motioned over to me.
"This is Jameson." Scott introduced me. The vet turned to me and looked as if he was peering into my soul. I had the sudden urge to hide behind Scott but stopped myself before I could. Instead I jutted my chin out and returned his gaze.
"Winchester was it?" the vet finally spoke.
"Yes," I replied suspiciously.
"You look like your grandmother," he announced before opening some drawers to his left.
"My grandmother?" I asked, "How di-?"
My question was cut off short by an incessant banging. Scott's head shot to the door towards the opening that led to the lobby.
"It's Derek."
Casting a warry look at Scott's boss, I moved into the lobby to get the door. Derek barely acknowledged me before brushing past to get inside. With him out of my eyesight, I could see Isaac coming up the walk as well.
"What's he doing here?" I heard Scott ask from behind me. I turned my head and saw him narrowing his eyes at Isaac.
"I need him." Derek answered, moving past the gate the led to the back.
"I don't trust him."
"Yeah, well, he doesn't trust you either." Isaac said, bumping past Scott on his way into the back.
"You know what? And Derek really doesn't care."
"Aww…DerBear did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?" I mocked, joining the group.
"What's she doing here?" Derek growled.
"I need her." Scott said with a smirk. Derek growled again.
"Where's the vet?" Derek demanded, "Is he going to help?"
"That depends." The person in questions said coming around the corner, "Your friend, Jackson. Are we planning to kill him or save him?"
"Kill him." Derek said at the same time Scott said, "Save him."
Scott turned on Derek and stood up a little taller to make sure Derek knew he was serious.
"Save him." Scott insisted. He looked to me for support. I just shrugged. As long as I got the Master, I was not really picky what happened to Jackson. He gave me a look, before turning back to his boss, "Save him."
Derek nodded.
"Follow me," Scott's boss said. Derek and Scott trailed after him. Derek spared a moment to shoot me another dirty look before disappearing into the exam room. Isaac held back with me.
"Tell me the truth he hates me because I called him DerBear?" I asked. Isaac laughed and threw his arm around my shoulder and led me inside. The others were standing around a metal examination table. On top of the table were some vials of things unknown. Isaac dropped his arm from my shoulder and went straight to the vials to touch them. Derek grabbed his hand to stop him.
"Watch what you touch." He warned his Beta. Scott's boss picked up one of the vials as Isaac settled down to rest his elbows on the table. I came up alongside Scott, keeping some distance between me and the mysterious figure parading around as a vet.
"So, what are you? Some kind of witch?" Isaac asked. A witch? Please don't be a witch.
"No, I'm a veterinarian." Scott's boss answered.
"Good, 'cause I hate working with witches I always end up covered in blood and other nasty things." I said. All three werewolves gave me weird looks, "Okay, do all of you think you are the only thing that goes bump in the night? Yes, there are witches. You sell your soul and swear your loyalty to a demon and bam you're a witch. You play with blood and baby bones and hairs, it's gross."
"I have got to read your book." Isaac said.
"Unfortunately" the vet returned are attention to the problem at hand, "I don't see anything here that's going to be an effective defense against a paralytic toxin."
"We're open to suggestions." Derek said.
"What about an effective offensive?" Isaac asked.
"We already tried." Derek told his Beta, before turning back to the vet, "I nearly took its head off. And Winchester here stabbed it with a silver blade. The thing keeps getting back up."
"Has it shown any weaknesses?" the vet asked.
"Well, one." Derek answered, "It can't swim."
"Does that go for Jackson as well?"
"No." Scott answered, "He's captain of the swim team."
"So that means the fear came from the master, because the Kanima I dealt with back East swam like a fish. But he wouldn't do heights, but Jackson's Kanima would climb on ceilings and stuff." I said, and the vet nodded.
"Essentially, you're trying to catch two people," he said, he pushed off the table and went to rifle through some drawers when he came back, he was holding a coin with a Wiccan symbol on it.
"Hey, I thought he said he wasn't a witch." I hissed to Scott. Both Scott and the vet ignored me.
"A puppet," the vet said holding up the coin. He turned the coin to show the back "and a puppeteer. One killed the husband, but the other had to take care of the wife. Do we know why?"
The vet placed the coin on the table.
"I don't think Jackson could do it." Scott jumped in, "His mother died pregnant, too, and she was maybe murdered. I think he couldn't let the same thing happen to someone else."
"How do you know it's not part of the rules?" Isaac asked, "The Kanima kills murderers. If Jackson kills the wife, then the baby dies, too."
"An innocent life." I said.
"Does that mean your father was a murderer?"
"Wouldn't surprise me if he was." Isaac answered.
"Okay, so the book said the creature and Master was bonded and Jameson said that is the fear of water isn't from Jackson it's from the Master. What if something that affects the Kanima," he said unscrewing the cap of one of the vials and starts sprinkling it around the coin, "also affects its master?"
"Meaning what?" Isaac asks.
"Meaning we can catch them." I said, looking at the vet for confirmation. He nodded, "Both of them."
~Carry On~
After Derek and Isaac left, Scott stuck around to help his boss lock up. I offered to help, but they said they were good. It was a rouse anyway, I was just hoping to get Dr. Deaton, as I found out his name was, to talk more about my grandmother. However, it didn't seem like now was a good time anyway. I would get my answers eventually.
I told Scott, I would wait outside for him. I grabbed my phone the car and saw that I had a text message from Stiles. I leaned against the side of the 'Stang and opened the text.
Hey, Dad and I found the connection, call me.
Team Tiny Wolf Brain is on fire. I pulled up his contact information and called him.
"Hey!" I greet, "You found the connection!"
"Yeah, Dad and I noticed that four of them were in the same graduating class and the same chemistry class with Harris. We're not sure how Lahey hits in, well, except that Isaac had a brother named Camden who was in the same class as the other victims. So maybe he was a stand in."
"No, the Kanima only goes after murderers, not innocent victims…well not that Mr. Lahey was innocent and from Isaac said, he wouldn't be surprised if his dad popped somebody off." I told him.
"Okay so back to the drawing board on that one." Stiles replied, "Oh, hey, so I have a place for you to stay tonight."
"Oh, where?" I asked, kind of knowing where this was going.
"Well I asked my dad and he said you could crash in the guest bedroom for a few days."
"You told your dad!" I yelled, "What did you tell him?"
"Well…"
"Stiles!"
"Okay, I told him you ran away from your foster home and that you had been squatti-"
"Stiles!"
"What I didn't know what else to say. But he said he 'd let you stay until he could get ahold of your Social Worker."
"Stiles!"
"Well it gives you a few days to figure something else out, something that doesn't involve sleeping in another abandoned house."
I huffed.
"Thank-you." I said through gritted teeth.
"Your welcome and I'm sorry."
"Yeah you should be."
"Call or text me when you're on your way."
"Okay. Bye." I said hanging up, "UGHHHH!"
"What was that all about?" Scott asks coming over to my car.
"Stiles' hero complex." I grumbled. Scott gave me a questioning look, "It really bugged him that I couldn't stay at the house anymore, so he told his Dad that I was a runaway in order to get him to let me use his guest room. A Sheriff is definitely going to know something is off about this whole situation."
"You can still stay with me; my floor is always open." Scott told me.
"Well, if I don't go to Stiles' his dad will track me down and really send me back into a system that I've never been in." I told him, "If I go peacefully maybe I can buy myself sometime."
"Okay," Scott replied.
"Are you ready to go?"
"Actually, I'm going to stay and talk to Deaton a little bit more and he said he give me a ride."
"Are you sure you don't want me to stick around? I'm not buying this whole not a witch thing. And you'd be surprised how many spells there are out there that use werewolf parts."
"No, I'm sure." Scott said with a laugh, "I'll be fine."
"Whatever you say, Chief, but if you get chopped up…" I said, as I opened the front door of my car.
"I won't come crying to you."
"As long as you understand how this works," I replied as I got in, "See you later McCall, hopefully."
Scott smiled.
"See ya, Jameson." Scott said with a wave. I waved back and turned on the car and drove away.
~Carry On~
It was late when I arrived at Stiles' house. I had texted Stiles on the way here and he told me to knock on the door when I got arrived. So, I did just that and waited for him to open the door. However, instead of Stiles opening the door, it was the Sheriff.
"Jameson." He greeted.
"Sheriff."
"Is that all you have?" he said pointing to my two duffles and sleeping bag.
"Pretty much."
"Come on in." He said, and opened the door to let me inside, "Stiles! Jameson's here."
"Coming!" I heard Stiles yell back, before the sound of stampeding elephants came from the stairs.
"Stiles." I greeted still miffed he told his Dad I was homeless.
"Hey, James, I got the back room all ready for you."
"Thanks," I told him before turning to the sheriff, "And uhh…thank-you for letting me stay here."
"Just remember it's only until I get ahold of your social worker."
I nod.
"Come on, James, I'll show you to your room." Stiles said indicating with his head to the stairs. I nodded and followed after.
"Goodnight, Sheriff." I said as I headed up the stairs behind Stiles.
"Yeah, night Dad."
"Goodnight, kids," the Sheriff called after us, "And you two better be in different room when I check later."
I just roll my eyes, though Stiles gets all flustered.
"Ignore him." Stiles pleaded.
"He must not have gotten any lately if he thinks the only place that we can play is the bedroom." I tease Stiles. He blushed and begins sputtering again.
"Shut up, Jameson." He says once he finally regains coherency. I laugh, and he leads me to the second floor and down the hallway to a room on the right, and opens the door for me, "Here we are."
The room is nice with a full-sized bed, a desk, a bookcase, and a dresser with a mirror. The walls are soft blue, leading into a cream color carpet. You can definitely tell a woman did this room.
"Bathrooms just through that door," he said pointing to the white door to the right of the bed, "breakfast is whatever you can find, and the train leaves the station at 7:30 AM sharp."
"The train?"
"Yeah, well I figured since you're staying here now, we could carpool and save a tree or something."
"Fine, but I'm driving the next day."
"Okay." He said, he stood awkwardly at the door for a minute like he didn't know what to do next. He eventually pushes off the frame of the doo.
"Night, Jameson." He said, before reaching for the handle.
"Sleep tight, "I say over my shoulder, he gives me a half smile and starts to close the door, "Hey, Stiles?"
"Yeah," he says halting his movements.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
He gives me another smile and closes the door. Once he leaves, I sit down on the bed. It feels nice. I fall backwards to get a good feel of the bed and it feels even better than nice. I turn and whiff the blankets. They smell like fabric softener. Wow, a bed that doesn't smell like booze, cigarettes, or sex. I think I might actually like it here. I push my duffles off my bed and just lie there and without even realizing quickly drift off to sleep.
~Carry On~
Stiles' Perspective:
I don't give a damn about my bad reputation!
Boom!
"Ow!" I exclaimed from my spot on the floor. A noise had startled me awake and the next thing I now I'm kissing the carpet.
A girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do. An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation, Oh no, not me.
"What the hell!" I exclaimed and try to untangle myself from my blankets. Once I'm eventually free I run to my door. I meet Dad out in the hallway who has the same bewildered expression on his face as I do. He gives me a question look to which I answer with a shrug and point downstairs where the offending noise is coming from. We followed the noise down the stairs and into the kitchen where we were welcomed by an interesting sight. Jameson was down in the kitchen dancing her heart out to the song as she was making food.
"What the hell?" Dad said. Jameson heard him and looked up at us. She turned down the music, before she spoke.
"Oh, hey you guys are up, great. I made breakfast." She said pointing to the table we had in the kitchen. And a breakfast she did make. There were pancakes, sausage, toast, eggs, and orange juice, "I'm just finishing up with the potatoes, but you guys can start eating."
"Awesome." I exclaimed and clambered to the table. I immediately started digging in when I noticed Dad hadn't followed me. He was still standing dumbstruck in the doorway, "Dad, breakfast."
"Oh, yeah." He said ad took the seat across from me. Jameson came over a minute later with some fried potatoes and began making her own plate.
"This is really good, James."
"Well it's about all I can cook besides soup from a can, microwave food, and burgers. I also know at least fifty ways to serve Mac 'N Cheese. Ranging from just edible to amazing."
"Well this was real nice of you, Jameson." Dad thanked her.
"It was the least I could do." She told him, as she grabbed a piece of toast.
"So, Jameson, where are you from?" Dad asked her, after a few minutes of eating.
"Montana originally, but I grew up all over. New state every week."
"That must have been a difficult life."
"I guess, my father…" She paused a moment at them mention of her dad before continuing, "travelled a lot for his job, so I tagged along with him on jobs."
"Oh, what did he do?"
"He was in the pest control business, the company he worked for was nationwide and they specialized in the rare pest. Things the usual guys have rarely, if ever seen."
"Interesting. And your mother, did she travel with you as well?"
Jameson froze. I mean literally froze like someone had pushed pause on her. Her eyes got a little panicky for a second, and like it never happened she woke up.
"Is that the time?" she asked, "Stiles you're going to need to hurry up and get dressed if we're going to make the 7:30 deadline."
I looked at the clock and saw it read 7:09. I had time, but I think she needed an out.
"Yeah, just leave the plate. I'll finish it when I come back down."
"Okay, I'll just box up the rest of the food."
"Don't worry about the dishes, Jameson, I'll get them before I leave for work." My dad said.
"Thanks, Sheriff." She said, before getting up in search of Tupperware for the some of the food. I got up and went upstairs. I couldn't help thinking to myself about what must have happened to Jameson's Mom that caused her to completely freeze up like she did. It was weird like she was paralyzed or something. And it's not only time she's done that Scott said the other day when he mentioned her brother, she completely shut down for a second. We all have defense mechanisms, I guess. I shook it off for now and went and got dressed.
~Carry On~
"There's got to be some other way to get tickets, right?" Scott asked as we arrived at school. Jameson shrugged and hopped out of the front seat, pushing it down for Scott to get through.
"It's a secret show. There's only one way and it's a secret." I said as I got out.
"Hey!" a voice called out to us, I turned to see Evil Matt walking our way, "Either of you three know why no one's getting suspended after what happened the other day at school?"
"Nepotism." Jameson offered, implying that Alison's connections to the administration fixed everything. Matt gave her a weird look.
"Just forget about. Nobody got seriously hurt." I told him.
"I had a concussion."
"Well nobody got seriously hurt." Jameson helped.
"I was in the ER for six hours."
I saw Jameson playing a tiny violin from the corner of my eye. She was right.
"Hey, do you want to know the truth, Matt? Your little bump on the head is about this high, "I say bending down to hold my hand a few inches of the ground, "on our list of problems right now."
Scott rolled his head in exasperation as I straightened up, while Jameson was laughing behind me.
"Are you okay?" Scott asked Matt.
"Yeah, I'm fine now." He replied, giving me an evil look, "So you didn't get any tickets last night either."
"Are they still selling?" Scott asked.
"No, but I managed to find two online. You should keep trying. Sounds like everyone's going to be there." Matt told him, before walking off.
"I don't like him." I said once he was out of earshot, before turning to Scott "Hey are you sure about this?"
"Last time, whoever's controlling Jackson had to kill somebody because he didn't finish the job, so what do you think he's going to do this time?" Scott asked.
"Be there to make sure it happens." I conceded, I turned to Jameson who was still bent over laughing, "Are you coming hyena or you just gonna stay out here and laugh the day away?"
"I'm sorry, but that was just great." She said, "I don't even know how to deal with that."
"Yeah, well you're going to have to. And no, you can't steal that one."
"Dang it." She exclaimed. I rolled my eyes.
"Come on let's get inside." I told Scott and Jameson. The two nodded and starts towards the school. Jameson flung the door open with dramatic flair. We start walking toward homeroom ready to start the day when Jameson began waving her arms at someone.
"Hey, Lahey!" she called out. Isaac turned and looked back at her and smiled. He started walking over to him, she turned back towards us for a moment, "See you guys later."
He waited for her to catch and put his arm around her shoulder. She says something to him, and he replies back smirking the whole time. She gives him a pissed off look and shoves him away. He laughs at her, she just glares. He's not deterred though; he goes back over and swings his arm around her shoulders again. She continues to glare at him but allows his arm around her. She says something to him again as they start walking again, and he answers her without the smirk this time. I watch them for a moment before turning to Scott.
"Are we okay with this?" I ask him.
"Nope." He said with narrowed eyes. Isaac turned back to look at us. He sneered before nodding his head at us.
"Yeah, I don't like it all." I said.
~Carry On~
"Can anybody tell me where the hell Jackson is and why he missed morning practice?" Coach demanded before afternoon practice.
"I thought you and Jameson were going to keep an eye on him?" I asked Scott.
"Stilinski! Jackson?" Coach demanded, cutting off Scott's reply.
"Sorry, Coach, I haven't seen him since the last time I saw him." I replied.
"Oh, and when was that?" Coach asked.
"Last time I saw him was definitely the time I saw him last."
"Again. Danny, tell Jackson no missing practice this close to championships, okay?" Coach said crouching in front of Danny.
"Sure, Coach." Danny replied.
"That goes for all of you." Coach said before retreating into his office, "I should be coaching college."
"Hey, Danny so about those tickets?" I turned to ask him, picking up our conversation before Coach barged in.
"Sorry, but I only got two myself." Danny replied.
"Do you even have a date, man?" I asked trying to get these tickets.
"I'm working on it."
"Okay, okay. Hear me out." I tried again, "You give is the tickets and you devote your life to abstinence, and just…"
A hand come and grabs my jersey from behind and pulls us into them. I twisted my head and saw that it was Isaac.
"How do you two losers even survive?" he asked, "It took Jameson all of five minutes to get us tickets this morning."
H-h-how did she do that? Wait losers?
"What are we supposed to do?" Scott asked, "No one's even selling."
Something catches Isaac's attention and he lets us loose. He pats my chest and moves past us.
"Wait here, boys." He says.
"What is he gonna…" Scott starts to ask. Isaac took a two of the younger lacrosse players and throws them into the lockers. I watch him hiss something at them, but they shake their heads. Isaac smirks and lifts the larger one of two up.
"Yup. That's excessive." I said as he banged one's head into a locker a couple times, "That'll bruise."
"Ow!" Scott exclaimed.
"Wow, okay!"
Isaac walks back to us and shoves two tickets at us.
"Enjoy the show. I'll be the one with a pretty blonde on my arm." Isaac said before sauntering off. Okay, now I'm really not okay with this.
~CarryOn~
Jameson's Perspective:
"Ketamine?" Scott asked his boss after school.
"It's the same stuff we use on the dogs, just a higher dosage. If you can get close enough to Jackson, it should slow him down enough to buy you some time," Dr. Deaton replied, before holding up a vial of ash, "And this is some of what you'll use to create the barrier. This part is for you, Stiles. Only you."
"Uh, that sounds like a lot pressure." Stiles said, "Can we maybe find a slightly less pressure-filled task for me?"
"It from the mountain ash tree, which is believed by many cultures to protect against the supernatural." Dr. Deaton explained, "This office is lined with ash wood, making it difficult for someone like Scott to cause me any trouble."
"Okay, so then why can only Stiles do it? Last time I checked I wasn't exactly a creature of the night." I asked.
"Because I'm going to need you on the inside with me. You're the only one with experience with Kanima." Scott explained.
"Noted."
"So, what do I need to do with the ash? Just spread it around the whole building and then either Jackson or whoever's controlling him can't cross it?"
"They'll be trapped."
"So, it's like salt rings and lines of goofer dust?"
"Exactly." Dr. Deaton agreed.
"Doesn't sound too hard." I said to Stiles.
"Not all there is." Dr. Deaton added, "Think of it like gunpowder. It's just powder until a spark ignites it. You need to be that spark, Stiles."
"If you mean light myself on fire, I don't think I'm up for that." Stiles said looking between me and Dr. Deaton.
"Let me try this one, Doc." I told the vet, "Stiles you need to Peter Pan the shit up. Faith, Trust, and Mountain Ash."
"So, what I just believe it will work and bam I got a supernatural barrier?"
"Si! Green Lantern yourself up and believe in the power of will."
"Power of will."
"Yep, just got to believe buddy."
Stiles takes a deep breath in and then exhales with a nod.
~Carry On~
Stiles and I went back to his house to get ready for the rave tonight. And in his trunk was a bag filled of mountain ash. We had the means to pull this off, but I don't think Stiles was convinced that he could do this. But I think when push comes to shove, he'll surprise even himself.
"I'm going get all gussied up, kay tiger?" I said to Stiles as I got out of the Jeep.
"Yeah, sure."
"Isaac's coming over soon, I'm giving him a ride." I told him. Stiles clenched his teeth.
"Okay." He replied.
"Are you okay?"
"Nothing."
"Isaac's not that bad, Stiles, the Derek makeover just comes with a side of asshole." I told him. He gave me a small smile, "Hey it will be fine."
"Yeah."
"I believe in you, Green Lantern."
"Thanks."
I smiled and headed in the house and went to the guest room. I dug through my duffle to find the outfit I needed for tonight.
"Ah ha!" I said finding my cutoff jeans, "And all I need is…there you are."
I pulled out my favorite Aerosmith shirt. It was a black tank top the band logo was in a faded red to make it look more vintage. It had a scoop neck that hung loose around my chest, giving men a better of view of my more popular real estate. Men were always so easy to distract.
I took a quick shower, careful to avoid wetting my hair. After I dried off, I put some leave in shampoo in my hair to revive my hair, teasing it a bit to look like Ariel's hair in the little mermaid. Then with a steady hand I drew my eyeliner under my eyes, to help them stand out. I didn't put on anymore, in fact, I didn't have anymore. My brothers always made me feel weird about having it.
I put all my stuff a way and returned to the room to get dress. I pulled out the only good bra I had left and slipped that on before putting on the rest of my clothes. I finished off the outfit with a pair of knee-high boots that I had stuffed in Sam's bag.
As I was zipping them up, my phone beeped letting me know I had a message. I picked my phone off of my bed and saw it was text from Isaac.
Here.
I smiled and texted him that I would be right down. I grabbed some knifes from under the mattress and stuffed them in my boots. And grabbed a pistol out of Sam's bag and stuff it in the waistband of my shorts.
I yelled to Stiles I was leaving and headed downstairs. The moment I walked out the door I heard a wolf whistle. I look up to glare at the perpetrator only to see Isaac. He was leaning against my car with his signature smirk looking me over with appraising eyes. I rolled my eyes and did a quick spin.
"Will I do?" I asked. Isaac looked me up and down again.
"Yes ma'am." He replied.
"You're such a loser." I responded.
"Well not tonight, I'm gonna to have the hottest girl at the rave on my arm."
"Please we all know you'll be on my arm." I told him as I opened my car door.
"Semantics." He was his rebuttal as he walked around the car to the passenger door.
"Oh, Lahey, the fact you've never had girlfriend is more than obvious right now." I told him.
"I've had girlfriends."
"Playground wives don't count." I replied as I turned the car on.
"But we were married for six whole days." He said playing along.
"Wow…still doesn't count."
"What about you, any boyfriends I need to be worried about?"
Shoot Argent shoot! TOBY!
I shook the dark memories out of my head.
"No," I replied, before my mouth upturned at the corner, "Brothers though…if I were you, I'd start running."
Isaac gulped, and sunk back into his seat a bit. I laughed and drove off.
~Carry On~
Isaac's Perspective:
"Milady." I said, making a grand sweeping gesture with my arm. Jameson rolled her eyes and took the hand I offered her. She turned in her seat to let her gorgeous long legs out of the car, before pulling on my hand for the support necessary to get up. I held on to her hand even once she got out of her car. She didn't seem to mind though. We headed inside and stopped in front of the plastic strips of curtain. I looked down at her.
"You ready, Winchester?"
"Born ready." She answered with a grin. I smiled back at her and pushed through the curtain. The rave was going full force as we stepped inside. Jameson smiles and pulls me into the crowd with her, "Dance with me."
I laughed as she dragged me into the crowd. She starts moving with the beat of music, her hair moving wildly around her. She looked up and saw I wasn't dancing.
"Party pooper." She exclaimed and grabbed my hand. She held it up and spun herself, before grabbing my other hand and adding my arms into her dance. I caught on to the dance and spun her around and pulled her back against me. She smiled up at me and started dancing against me. I was starting to lean down to nuzzle my face into her neck when I heard Scott approaching. I immediately pulled back. Jameson gave me a confused look when she noticed that I had pulled away from her. I nodded my head towards Scott direction and she leaned to see past me. Her face that was once happy and open had now become closed and she looked like she was ready for battle. Scott walked over, placing himself in between Jameson and me, making his position on my closeness to her loud and clear. I smirked at him, he ignores it and indicates with his head for us to follow him. He led us to a pillar on the outskirts of the crowd. Scott takes a medical looking thing out of his pocket and hands it to me.
"I need you to inject Jackson with the ketamine."
"Why me?" I asked.
"Because I got to make sure that Argent doesn't completely ruin the plan."
"The Argents are here?" Jameson asked almost in a growl.
"Alison told them everything?"
"Course she did." Jameson exclaimed, throwing her hands up in frustration, "I sw—swear on—urgh!"
Scott ignored her and pointed at a piece on the needle.
"Okay, look, you better do it intravenously which means in the vein." Scott explained to me, pointing at the various pieces on the injector, "When you find him, you pull back this plunger right here. In the neck is probably going to be the easiest. So, you find a vein, jam it in there, pull back on the trigger. Be careful."
I laugh.
"Oh, I doubt it'll even slightly hurt him." I told him.
"No, I mean you." Scott said catching me attention, "I don't want you to get hurt."
That caused me to pause for a moment that's not something I hear every day. With that being said, Scott leaves and disappears into the crowd.
"He's a rare bird, isn't he?" Jameson asked looking after him. I looked at Scott and then back at Jameson.
"Yeah, he is." I said. I then caught a whiff of something, "Jackson's here."
"I hate this part of the plan." Jameson said, with a pout.
"Don't worry I'll knock him out before he gets two handsy." I tell her as I grab her hand.
"Well then let's go hunting."
I lead Jameson towards Jackson's scent. Once we got close enough to him, I pointed him out and she nodded and let go of my hand. She sauntered over to him and wrapped an arm around his neck, she leaned in to kiss his neck and lightly nipped at the juncture between his shoulder and neck. Even though I knew it was all for show I couldn't stop the growl that ripped through my throat.
I pushed past the crowd and wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her towards me. She still has a hold on Jackson's shirt, pulling him along with her. She looks up at me and smiles before leaning up to kiss my jaw line. Jackson starts peppering her neck with kisses. She raises an arm and wraps it around my neck, pulling me down more to her level. I lean down to catch her lips taking full advantage of the situation. She pulled away after a few moments as she leaned to catch Jackson's and I move to her neck as she starts grinding against us both. At some point both Jackson and I detach out lips from her and the three of us dance against each other. When I noticed Jackson seemed pretty distracted, I slowly start to pull out the needle. As I'm about to go for his neck, I feel a sharp pain in my back and I hear Jameson cry out in pain.
"She belongs to me..." Jackson says ominously as he throws both me and Jameson to the ground. Jackson began stalking away. Jameson was holding her left side and didn't look like she was getting up anytime soon.
"Are you okay?" I asked. She nodded.
"Go get the son of the bitch." She said through gritted teeth. I nodded and slowly pulled myself up and grabbed the needle. I finally stood up and limped after Jackson. Once I caught up with him, I stabbed him in the neck. He immediately started to wobble and fall over. I grabbed him underneath his arms and dragged him to a post nearby and then went back for Jameson. She had managed to pull herself up and was looking at her cut.
"I'm going to kill him, screw Scott, Jackson will die. This was my favorite shirt." She hissed.
"I hold him down for you." I said, putting my arm under hers and helping her get over to where I put Jackson. Luckily, he was still there.
"Where should we take him?" I asked her.
"I saw a storage room near the door we came through, we can take him there. It's far away from people." She answered.
"Are you good to walk?"
She nodded, and I let my arm fall out from under hers. She hissed a little but by her face you wouldn't be able to tell she was in pain. I leaned down to pick up Jackson and start to drag him to the storage closet. I looked back to see if Jameson was following me. She was, her head high, lightly clutching her side, and her walk as steady as could be.
We finally made it to the closet and I looked inside. All that was in the room was a sink, a chair, and few buckets and shelves. Nothing that could do much damage to me or Jameson. I dragged Jackson to the chair and set him down. Jameson entered after me and leaned against the wall near the sink.
"How's your side?" I asked coming up next to her. I moved a piece of her shirt away to get a good look at it. The gashes weren't that deep, but it was enough to slow someone down.
"Well I won't be doing Swan Lake anytime soon, but I'll live." She said pushing my hand away. She pressed her hand to the wound to help stop the bleeding, with her other hand she pulled out her phone and started texting.
"Are you texting Scott?" I asked.
"No Stiles, I'm letting him know where we are. Scott's got the Argents to worry about." She replied. I nodded and leaned against the wall beside her and waited for someone to show up
. After a couple of minutes, I heard a noise from the other side of the door. I placed myself in front of Jameson and grew out my claws. If the Master wanted Jackson, he was going to have to go through me. As soon as the door opened, I lunge for the person entering.
"No,no,no! Just me, it's just me. Don't freak." Stilinski exclaimed, holding his hands up. I pulled back and let him into the room. He saw Jameson with blood on her shirt and his eyes grew huge, "What the hell happened? I thought you were going to take care of her!"
"He got us both, Stiles, there wasn't anything we could have done. I'm fine." Jameson told him. He didn't look all that convinced. Jameson sighed, "Stiles seriously it's not that deep I'll just sew myself up and I'll be fine."
Stiles still looked unconvinced but backed off.
"Is he okay?" Stiles asked nodding at Jackson.
"Well," I said moving closer to Jackson, "let's find out?"
I grow out my claws and go to slash at his chest, his hand shoots out and grabbed my arm and start to crush the bones.
"God! Oh!" I exclaim as I feel every single bone break in that part of the arm. When he let go, I retreated back towards Jameson and Stiles.
"Are you okay?" Jameson asked touching my shoulder. I nodded.
"Okay, no one does anything like that again, okay?" Stiles says
"I though the ketamine was supposed to put him out." I say as I'm still cradling my broken wrist.
"Yeah, well, apparently this is all we're going to get. So, let's just hope that whoever's controlling him just decided to show up tonight."
All of the sudden Jackson's eyes shoot open, like something out of a horror movie.
"I'm here," he said in an eerie voice, "I'm right here with you."
"Shit!" Jameson said under her breath. Stiles looked at her than back at Jackson and makes his way over to him. He crouched down in front of him.
"Jackson, is that you?"
"Us." Possessed Jackson answered. "We're all here."
"Are you the one killing people?"
"We're the ones killing murderers."
"So, all the people you've killed so far…"
"Deserved it!"
"See, we got a little rule book that says you only go after murderers."
"Anything can break if enough pressure's applied."
"All right, so the people you're killing are all murderers then?"
"All. Each. Every one."
"Well, who did they murder?"
"Me."
"Wait, what? What do you mean?"
"They murdered me." He screamed.
Stiles looks back at me and Jameson, but neither of us are paying much attention to him as we see Jackson's eyes turn the Kanima yellow.
"They murdered me." Jackson said again, capturing Stiles attention again. Stiles scrambles back to us, and we notice Jackson hand has become scaly, and he seems to be waking up from the trance he was in.
"Okay, all right. More ketamine. The man needs ketamine. Come on." Stiles say getting more and more frantic.
"We don't have anymore." I said holding up the bottle that Scott gave me.
"You used the whole bottle?"
I was about to respond when I felt Jameson hit my back. I looked over my shoulder to see her pointing at Jackson. He's starting to rise from his chair as he shifts from man to reptile.
"Um…Okay, out, everybody out." Stiles ordered. I turned around and picked Jameson up despite her protests, if we needed to run, she wouldn't be able to keep up.
"Go! Go, go, go!" I exclaimed urging Stiles forward. We ran out the door and shut it quickly. Stiles and I put our backs against the door hoping our weight would keep the door closed.
"Okay, we need to find something to place in front of the door." Stiles said. But as soon as it said Jackson burst through the wall and raced past us.
"Shit!" Jameson exclaimed again.
"What the hell did we just do?" I questioned.
"We should go." Stiles said, "Find Scott or Derek, the rave's about to end."
I get a better grip on Jameson, and let Stiles take the lead. Loud screams overpowered the dancing music and we were soon overwhelmed by people trying to get out of the warehouse. I lost Stiles in the crowd as I tried to keep Jameson from being jostled too much.
As we finally made it out, I saw Stiles standing near Derek. Stiles was flaying his arms out left and right telling Derek what happened. I carefully make my way over to them, when suddenly I run into something hard.
"Agghhh!" Jameson cries out.
"James!" Stiles calls out in concern as he jogs over to us. I wave my hand in front of us and my hand hits an invisible wall that
"Oh, my God! It's working. Oh, this is…I did something." Stiles says excitedly. Derek gives him an annoyed look. He goes to say something when there's a wolf cry in the distance.
"Scott?" Derek says worriedly. Jameson picks her head up when she hears the name.
"What?" Stiles asked.
"Break it." Derek orders.
"What? No way."
"Scott's dying!" Derek yells pointing at the building.
"WHAT!" Jameson exclaims.
"How do you know that?" Stiles asked.
"Oh, my God, Stiles, I just know! Break it!"
Stiles looks at Jameson.
"Break it!" She says. Stiles nods and drops down and disburses the mountain ash. Derek races past me into the building.
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective:
"Easy, easy!" Stiles directed as Isaac lowered me into the driver seat. Isaac jostled me, and I hissed in pain, "I said easy Lahey!"
"I'm trying." Isaac snapped back, before returning to his task of putting me in the seat.
"Thanks," I tell him.
"Okay, what do you need James."
"There's a green tin…hiss…in my trunk I need you to bring it to me."
"That I can do." Stiles said as he headed to the back of my car.
"Are you really okay?" Isaac asked for like the fiftieth time already.
"I'm fine, I've had worse."
"Here you go, James." Stiles said as he came back, stepping in between me and Isaac.
"Thanks."
I dig in side for the items I need and place them on the top of the bag. So, I could get better access at my wounds I pulled off my shirt.
"Whoa! Whoa!" Stiles exclaimed, "Warn somebody next time, James."
I look up to see Stiles covering his eyes as he's shoving Isaac to turn around with the other. Isaac's grinning from ear to ear.
"Isaac doesn't seem to mind." I tease him. I can practically feel his glare from behind his hand.
"Not funny James."
"I need better access at my scratches." I explain to him. As my shirt was already ruined, I place my shirt under the lowest wound and grab the peroxide to pour all over it. I hiss at the stinging sensation.
"James are you okay?" Stiles askes lowering his hand.
"I'm fine!" I snap at him. Stiles held his arms up in surrender. Once the burning subsided, I reach for one of the clean cloths I pulled out and wetted it with the liquid to clean out each of my cuts. I bit my lip, so I wouldn't make any noise to worry the boys again. After I got each one clean, I grabbed some gauze and medical tape.
"Isaac, grab the mini-flashlight out of the tin, and shed some light on the subject will ya?"
He nodded and did what I asked giving me enough light to see the wound. There was no way I could fix it at this angle.
"Stiles?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm going to need you to place the gauze over each cut and tape it."
"Yeah, yeah, I can do that." Stiles kneeled down and squealed, "Oh, God."
"If you can do it, switch places with Isaac."
"No! I got it."
And he did. He was very methodical in his movements as he patched me up.
"Done," He said after a few minutes, "But I think you are going to need stitches."
"Later, I don't have the time right now. Can you grab me the bandage roll?"
"Sure," he said handing me what I asked for. I motioned for the guys to back up, so I could stand. I wrapped the bandage around me torso and clipped it with the metal butterfly looking things.
I took everything back from the boys and packed it up before shoving it in the trunk. I also pulled out a shirt from the back. It was one of Dean's old ones, another product of my kleptomania.
"Hey, Derek just texted?" Isaac said, "He got to Scott in time, and he's taking him to Deaton's. He also said for me to stop staring into the eyes of the blonde and go home."
I smiled.
"Do you need a ride?" I asked.
"No, Boyd and Erica are around the corner."
"Okay, see you tomorrow. And tell Derek thanks…for saving Scott."
"Yeah, tell him thanks." Stiles added. Isaac nodded and gave me a wave before stuffing his hands in his pocket and walking way. I close my trunk and prop myself up against me car.
"Some night this was, wasn't cowboy?"
"Yep." He said leaning against the car next to me.
"What's the plan now, Boss?"
Stiles just shrugs.
"Yeah, that's where I am too." I say leaning my head against his shoulder. We stay there for a moment, before Stiles pushed off the car.
"Come on let's go check on, Scott."
"Yeah, I'll meet you there." I said and climbed into my car. I turned it on and drove off, trying to ignore the pain in my side. Tonight, definitely sucked.
~Carry On~
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