Carry On Wayward Winchester

by Dreamlessly17

Jameson Winchester's whole life has been about saving people, hunting things. So when she loses her 3 brothers-two to Hell and one to Lisa, she goes back to what she knows best. Picking up a case in Beacon Hills, Jameson finds her self tangling with a Kanima and the man who killed her boyfriend. With an unlikely pair of friends, James defends the town of Beacon Hills.

13. Chapter 12: Carry On Wayward Winchester

Chapter 12: Carry On Wayward Winchester

AN: Last chapter in Carry On Wayward Winchester, please keep a look out for Wayward Summer and Carry On Wayward Werewolves. I hope to see you all during the next segments of Jameson's story

~Carry On~

Previously on Carry On Wayward Winchester…. (Supernatural Fans cue the music)

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

SAM!

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We're going to be okay, Jameson.

I hope so

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Get inside missy, we're going to have a talk about leaving without telling anyone where you're going.

….

Sorry boys, but I got to do something.

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Hey Kojo! It's time for your rabies shot.

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I'm Isaac, Isaac Lahey.

Jameson.

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I didn't think you ever had a code, Argent. I thought it was just a lie you told yourselves at night to make you seem more superior.

Winchester.

You know I've always wondered why people say out name like that.

Because you're a thorn in their sides as well, a thorn I won't tolerate in this town.

…

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

Oh, so you're Opey. Look I don't care what you tell him as long as you keep me and the werewolves out of it.

….

What the holy hell is that?

It's Erica.

….

War's brewing you can't afford to be naïve!

And what side will you be on?

…..

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

You're right. It is about power.

….

Jamie. You can call me, Jamie.

Goodnight, Jamie.

Night, bro.

….

Are you saying you know you it is?

No. But I think it knew me.

….

Okay, so let me get this straight you were invited to dinner by Mr. Holier Than Thou Obsessive Werewolf Killer and you couldn't find an excuse cause in reality you wanted to make goo-goo eyes at your girlfriend?

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

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Hey testicle left and right. What the hell is a Kanima?

….

Derek's outside waiting for Lydia.

Waiting to kill her?

….

I told you Isaac if you tried to kill her I would have to put you down.

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Now you're going to give your Alpha a message for me. The Kanima is my hunt…

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It's Jackson…

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Hey! I found Danny.

I found Jackson.

Okay, Stiles you get Danny and pull the fire alarm. Scott, yo—(sound of claws popping out), that'll work.

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MCCALL! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!

….

Scott, Stiles, Jameson. Perfect timing. Have you met Jackson's father, Mr. David Whittemore? Esquire.

That means lawyer.

Damn it!

….

I'm going to help you stop him. As part of your pack.

…..

All right, so all the people you're killing are all murderers then?

All. Each. Everyone.

Well, who did they murder?

Me.

…

The Argents force the bitten hunters to commit suicide if the bite doesn't kill them. You can't be a hunter and an abomination. Gerard must be practically giddy.

Why?

Cause now Chris will bring him Derek's head.

…..

Look at the swim team.

Dad, the coach. It's Isaac's dad

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The irony of it kid is in trying to be so much like him, you forgot one thing?

What's that?

He's just like me.

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Matt? It's Matt, right? Matt whatever's going on I guarantee you there's solution that doesn't involve a gun.

You know, it's funny you say that, because I don't think you're aware of how just right you are.

I know you don't wanna hurt people.

Actually, the disbelieving blonde is right. I wanna hurt a lot of people. You four weren't on my list, but I could be persuaded.

…

Nope, he broke the rules and theirs consequences for rule breakers.

What do you mean?

The universe has a way of balances things out, well, unless your last name is Winchester, then the universe says screw you.

Okay ignoring the last part, what your saying is because Matt's killing people who don't deserve it….

And killing people himself.

Right, so because he's breaking the rules of the Kanima he's becoming….

A Kanima? Yeah, he is.

…..

I yelled that I can't swim, but nobody listens. I go under and I swallow water, and nobody cares. And I see these bodies underwater. I see that Jessica's got her hands down Sean's board shorts. Tucker's grabbing Kara. And I'm drowning. I'm dying, and they're laughing. All of the sudden I'm lying by the pool. And Lahey is right there, right above me, and he says…He says, 'You tell no one. This is your fault. You don't know how to swim. What little bastard doesn't know how to swim. You say nothing! You tell no one! No one!' And I didn't I didn't tell anyone. And I would see them around town and they wouldn't even look at me. I'd wake up in the middle of the night…I'd gasp for breath. And my parents though I was asthmatic. They even gave me an inhaler. They didn't know that every time I closed my eyes, I was drowning. You know that little white light that they talk about, you see when you die? Well I didn't see anything. Just darkness. Everything was just dark. But then…Then came the Argent's funeral, and everything changed. I was taking some photos, and then, purely by accident, Lahey gets in one of the photos. I look down at the screen on my camera, and I just have this unbelievable rage that fills up inside of me, and I just…I look at him, and I…I wanna see him dead. And the next day, he actually was. You know, Einstein was right. Imagination is more important than knowledge. It was like something out of Greek mythology. Like…Like the furies coming down to punish Orestes. You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?

Was he the guy who stabbed out his eyes?

God, that's Oedipus, you dumbass!

The furies are deities of vengeance. Their tears ran of blood, and they had snakes for hair. If there was a crime that had gone unpunished, the furies would do the punishing. Jackson is my fury. When I saw him the next night, it was like this bond had been cemented between the two of us. I knew he had killed Lahey for me, and I knew he would do it again. So I went Tucker's garage. I even paid for an oil change. And guess what? He didn't even recognize me. So when he wasn't looking of him with my camera. And in a few hours, he was dead. So I took more pictures. All I had to do was take their picture. And Jackson would take their life.

…

Well there's one down. Kind of disappointed I didn't get to shoot him in the dick.

Now where's number two?

…..

If it's about survival, isn't a little agony worth it?

And what if it just gets worse? What if it's agony now, and then…it's just hell later on?

Then think about something Winston Churchill once said, 'If you're going through hell, keep going.'

…..

Would be good for me? Next time you want to help me, just give me a bottle. And as for my behavior, Stiles, I'm preparing for battle, like you should be. It's them or us this time Stiles, and I can't afford to sit down and worry about some stupid game or some domestic shit. You don't go home until the war is over, Stiles.

We're not soldiers, Jameson, we're just a bunch of teenagers.

Not anymore.

…..

Now, I'm your principal, but I'm also a fan. So don't think I'll be content to watch you merely beat this team. Get out there and murder them

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Hey assholes, haven't you ever heard it's not polite to hit a girl.

….

Look.

He did it to himself?

What the hell is the old man playing at?

…..

Where's Stiles? Where's Stiles? Where the hell is my son?"

~Carry On~

Jameson's Perspective:

"I have to meet with the medical examiner and try to figure out what happened with Jackson." The sheriff told us, "I got an APB out on Stiles. His Jeep is still in the parking lot so that means…Hell, I don't know what that means. Look, if he answers his phone if he answers his emails, if either one of you see him…"

I reached out placed my hand on his arm to calm him.

"We'll call you right away. I promise." I told him. Scott and Isaac nodded.

"Look, he's probably just freaked out from all the attention or something." Scott said, "We'll find him."

The Sheriff nodded, taking the explanation for his son's disappearance.

"Yeah," He said sounding a lot more calm, "I'll see you, okay? And Jameson, don't be out too late."

"Yes, sir." I replied. He nodded at that before turning around and heading out. After he left, the Coach came up to us, and it was obvious something was weighing heavily on his mind.

"McCall," He started, "We need you on the field. You know I can't put you on the field next season if you don't get your grades up."

Okay, so one of your players is dead and another is missing and this is how you choose to deal with this? Really?

"Yeah, I know Coach," Scott responded.

"All right," The Coach said before starting to walk off, but he stopped and spun back around, "I mean, I know I yell a lot but it's not like I hate you guys. I kind of hate Greenberg, but, you know, that's different. It's Greenberg. I'm just saying we need…I need you on the team. Get your grades back up."

"I will."

"I know." The Coach replied, and started to leave again, "And Boy Name this is the boy's locker room get the hell out of here."

"Well maybe if you got my name right I would actually listen to what you say."

The Coach opens his mouth to respond, but snaps his mouth shut and holds his hand up and walks away.

"Is that everyone?" Scott asked once the Coach was out the door. Isaac and I peeked around a few corners.

"I think so." Isaac eventually answered.

"We're clear." I confirmed. I heard a loud clattering sound behind me and spun around to see that Scott had ripped off one of the locker doors.

"Ya know I could have done that without damaging any property, right?" I asked him as he started rifling through the locker. Scott just shrugs and pulls some of Stiles' stuff out of the locker.

"You're gonna find him by scent?" Isaac asked.

"Yeah, yeah, we both are." Scott answered him as he handed him a shoe.

"But how come you get his shirt and I get a shoe?" Isaac asked causing me to roll my eyes. When I focused my eyes again, I noticed Scott was not paying attention to him. Instead he was looking at a point behind me. His expression was one of concern. I turn my head slightly so I can look to see who it is out of the corner of my eye, and I am greeted by the grim countenance of Alpha Douche.

"We need to talk." He announced as I turned around. I frown as another man stepped around Derek. I had never seen him before, but I could feel Scott tense up.

"All of us." The stranger added.

"Holy shit!" Scott exclaims. Okay, Scott just cussed, that is not a good sign. I whip out my gun from my waistband leveling it at the newcomer. He holds his hands up, but the smirk on his face suggests he's far from afraid more like amused, "What the hell is this?"

Another cuss-word. This guy has got to be bad.

"You know, I though the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the Sheriff's station?

He did what now in the hoosegow?

"Okay, hold on. He-"

"Whoa! Whoa!" I exclaimed lowering my gun. "That's' not exactly a denial there Scott. Please tell me you did not go Anakin Skywalker on us?"

"He threatened to kill my mom." He defended himself, "And I had to get close to him. What was I supposed to do?"

"I'm going go with Scott on this one. Have you seen his mom?" the stranger jumped in, "She's gorgeous.

"Shut up!" Derek and Scott said simultaneously.

"Okay, Anakin your still in Attack of the Clones, moving on, who the hell is that?" I asked gesturing with my gun at the stranger.

"It's Peter, Derek's Uncle. Little while back, he tried to kill us all, and then we set him on fire, and Derek slashed his throat."

"Good to know." Isaac said.

"Wait, so that's the guy who killed Kate Argent?" I asked.

Scott nodded. I pursed my lip and stuck my gun back in my waistband. Both Scott and Derek gave me an odd look. And Scott definitely looked like he wanted me to keep the gun out.

"What?" I asked, "She's was a bitch."

Isaac snorted.

"And who is this delightful young woman?" Peter said stepping towards me. Scott growled warningly before sliding in-between us. Peter smirked and backed off.

"How is he alive?" Scott asked not taking his eyes of Derek's once dead uncle.

"Look, the short version is he knows how to stop Jackson. And maybe how to save him." Derek answered.

"Well, that's very helpful except Jackson's dead." Isaac said.

"What?" Derek asked.

"Yeah, Jackson's dead. It just happened on the field." Scott answered. The expression that grew on the faces of Derek and Peter's face indicated that was not a good as I had thought it was.

"Okay, why is no one taking this as good news?" Isaac asked.

"But if Jackson is dead, it didn't just happen. " Peter explains, "Gerard wanted it to happen."

"But why?" Isaac asked.

"Well, that's exactly what he we need to figure out." Peter said stepping forward again, "And something tells me the window of opportunity is closing. Quickly."

~Carry On~

Stiles' Perspective:

"Okay, thanks." I heard my dad say as I came up on my room, "Come on, Stiles. Where the hell are you?"

He looked so defeated… exactly like I felt.

"Right here." I said announcing my presence. Dad looked like he couldn't believe his eyes. Relief soon crashed over his face, "It's okay. Dad, it's okay."

He walked over and took my face in his hand, a dark look replace the relief from earlier.

"Who did it?" he asked angrily noting the marks on my face that Gerard has left.

"It's okay," I lied, "It was just a couple of kids from the other team. They were pissed about losing and I was…I was mouthing off, you know. The next thing I kn-"

"Who was it?" Dad demanded.

"Dad, I don't know. I didn't even see them, really."

"I want descriptions."

"Dad, come on. It's not even that bad."

"I'm calling that school. I'm calling them and I'll personally go down there, and I'm gonna pistol-whip these little bastards!"

"DAD!" I interrupted his rant, "I just…I said I was okay."

"God," Dad breathed, he put a hand on my neck and pulled me into a hug. I held on tightly, I just wanted to feel safe again. But I doubted that was the story anymore.

~Carry On~

Scott's Perspective:

We followed Peter and Derek to the Hale house in Jameson's car. According to Peter there was something at his house that could help us save Jackson. I didn't trust him, like at all, but this could be our one shot to save Stiles, save Jackson, to stop Gerard, and to… get Allison back. I just wish it wasn't Peter that was the one helping us. To be honest I liked it better when he was dead.

Jameson had picked up on my feelings about Peter back in the locker room and had been keeping an eye on him ever since. She watched his movements like a hunter stalking her prey, which she was. I kind of wish she kept the gun out though, but the moment she figured out that he was the one who killed Kate it was like he got some kind of pass. He wasn't fully in the clear, but he wasn't on her hit list either. I also didn't like how this drew Peter's attention to her. He kept looking at her like she was…I don't know but I didn't like it. I knew what he was like and I wasn't going to let him do anything to her.

We arrived at the Hale house, and Jameson put the car in park, before hoping out and moving up her seat to let me out.

"Sorry about the about the leg room back there." She apologized. I saw Isaac give me a smug smirk before getting out of the car himself.

"No worries."

"I thought we established you have a lot of worries, McCall." She teased. I can feel the corner of my mouth uplift into a smile. I opened my mouth to reply but I was cut off by her ringtone.

'Cause I'm back, Yes, I'm back, Well, I'm b-

"It's the Sheriff," she said looking at the caller ID, she flipped open the phone and answered the call, "Hello?"

"He's back." I overheard the Sheriff say, "He says he was running his mouth and pissed off some of the players from the other team. They roughed him up pretty good."

"Oh, did they?" Jameson said gritting their teeth.

"He says he's fine."

"Mmm…" Jameson answered. She was pissed, "Can you put him on the phone?"

"Hold on a sec…Hey, Jameson's on the phone she wants to talk to you," The Sheriff said on his end, a moment later he speaks again, "He's pretty beat, he says he'll talk to you in the morning."

"Please." Jameson said softly. I heard the Sheriff sigh, "He doesn't have to talk, I just…"

"Here he is…talk to her."

I could hear Stiles sigh through the phone.

"Yeah?"

"Is your Dad still there?" Her voice had turned hard, a complete 180 from the lighthearted teasing tone form earlier. It was almost like she was another person.

"Yes."

Jameson nodded, her face scrunched up in frustration.

"Was it Gerard?" she gritted out.

"Yes."

"What did he do to you?"

"Just a few scrapes Jameson, I'm fine."

Jameson growled.

"James, seriously calm down I'm fine."

"Fine? Fine? Stiles, h—urgh."

"Yeah well if you happen to shoot him in the dick I wouldn't be opposed to it." I heard Stiles say, venom laced in his tone. The corner of Jameson's lip twitched in amusement.

"You want that I break both his legs, Boss?" She asked in bad Italian accent. I heard Stiles snort.

"What no cutting off his head and seeing if that works?"

"I think I've become a bad influence on you, Boss."

"Yeah, well…"

"Are you okay?" she asked her voice turning soft.

"No."

"He's not going to get away with this." Jameson promised.

"I know." Stiles said, "Are you coming home soon?"

"Uhh…Scott and I are following up on a lead with Derek and Isaac, it could be awhile."

"Okay," he replied. What? No demands for information.

"I think it's a useless trip but apparently we are marching to the beat of Alpha Douche's drum right now."

I gave her a confused look. I wasn't going to come here until she said it would be a good idea. Jameson just shook her head, and pointed to her phone. Is she downplaying it for Stiles?

"Okay."

"I'll call you soon, okay."

"Okay," Stiles said and then he hung up. Jameson snapped her phone closed with a fierce snarl that made Isaac and I both jump.

"I nee…I need….urgh." Jameson growled, "I need to go shoot something. Let me know when you two are ready to go."

"James—"Isaac called after her.

"Not now Isaac," she snapped at him. He lifted his hands up in surrender and backed off.

"Okay," he said. We watched for a moment as she walked off before I nudged Isaac to go inside.

"Look, I told you, I looked everywhere." We heard Derek say as we reached the front door.

"You didn't look here," Peter said. I heard the sound of someone ripping up wood and looked around Derek to see Peter digging around in one of the steps. He pulls out leather looking case.

"What is that, a book?" Derek asked.

"No," Peter said like Derek was stupid, "It's a laptop. What century are you living in? A few days after I got out of the coma, I transferred everything that we had. Fortunately, the Argents aren't the only ones that keep rec-."

A close sounding gunshot interrupted him. Peter and Derek looked alarm, and Peter scrambles up.

"We need to go." Peter said.

"Where's Ja-, where is she?" Derek asked.

"That was her." Isaac told him. Derek raised an eyebrow.

"They found Stiles," I explained, "Gerard roughed him up."

"Needless to say she's pissed." Isaac added. Another gunshot when off, and Isaac nodded his head as it proved his point.

"Wait so the little huntress is with Stilinski?" Peter asked, "And here I thought she had standards."

"Shut up!" we all said.

"Can you keep her in check?" Derek asked me seriously. We couldn't really afford to have Jameson go rogue.

"I can try."

Isaac snorted. Derek shot him a look before nodding at me.

"Isaac, go get her, we could use her on this" Derek told his Beta, he turns back to his Uncle and then stopped and faced Isaac again, "Don't get shot."

Isaac swallowed hard before exiting through the door. I start to follow Peter and Derek deeper into the house when my phone rings. I pull it out of my pocket and see that it's my mom.

"Hey Mom, I can't talk right now." I tell her as soon as I answer.

"Yeah? Well, I'm so freaked out that I can barely talk either." She replied.

"What's wrong?"

"Something. Definitely something. I don't know what, but I think you're gonna want to see this for yourself."

I looked up at Derek.

"Go," he said. I nodded.

"We'll be right there, just sit tight."

"Okay," Mom stuttered, I could hear her practically shaking through the phone.

"It's going to be okay, Mom."

"I hope so, but Scott…I don't think things will ever be okay again."

My shoulder fell, I worked so hard to keep her out of this to keep her safe and …

"It will, I promise. I'll see you soon."

"Okay, and Scott?"

"Yeah?"

"Hurry?"

I nodded even though she couldn't see me before hanging up.

"Take Isaac with you in case you need back up." Derek said. I gave him a confused look, "We both know the moment she sees any of the Argents she's going to lose it. They hurt one of her own. And after what happened last time with her boyfriend…just make sure she doesn't do anything stupid or drag Isaac with her."

Her boyfriend? What happened with him? Instead of asking more questions I nodded in agreement.

"I let you know what we find." Derek told me.

"Okay, and I'll call you after I check in with my mom."

Derek nodded and I returned the gesture before heading out to find Jameson and Isaac.

~Carry On~

When the three of us arrived at the hospital, Mom led us into the morgue where Jackson's body was being kept. She pulled his cart out of storage and gingerly unzipped the bag. She pushes the sides down so we could look at him. Immediately a liquid began to ooze out of the bag. I step back in disgust.

"The ooze, it's forming a casing." Jameson observed. I looked closer and saw that she was right. It was like Jackson was cocooning himself.

"What's happening to him?" I asked my Mom.

"I thought you were going to tell me." She said excitably, "is it bad?"

"It doesn't look good." Isaac answered. Jameson leaned down close to Jackson. She took a whiff of the substance encasing him before poking it with her finger. As she pulled her finger a way the substance stuck to her until it reached its breaking point and snapped back to original position.

"Gross." Isaac said. Jameson nodded and stood back up.

"I've never heard of a Kanima doing this before," she said, "'Course it might be because we usually kill them instead of them offing themselves."

"Well what about other creatures? Have you heard of one encasing them-."

"Shh…" Jameson cut me off. She was wearing a wary look on her face, "I think I just saw him twitch."

"What?" Isaac yelped.

"Shh…"

Jameson leaned back down and hesitantly poked Jackson's cheek. In response Jackson's body spasmed.

"Holy Shit!" Jameson squawked jumping back.

"Mom, could you zip it up, please?" I asked my mom.

"Okay," she said before walking over to Jackson body and gingerly grapping the zipper, "Okay, okay. Okay, here we go."

She made it all the way to Jackson's neck where it snagged. She kept pulling at trying to get it loose, when Jackson moved again. His mouth fell open, letting all his teeth show. We all jumped back.

"Mom, zip." I urge.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay." She said, but she was moving. Jameson came up alongside her and lifted up the end of the bag with one hand and pushed my mom's hand away with the other. She pulls the bag taunt. She then jerks the zipper roughly and pulls it across to the end. Once she's finishes she takes a huge step back. She's got a weird unreadable look on her face.

"Call Derek," she says, "Call Derek now."

I nod and pull out my phone, and dial Derek's number. I put the call on speaker so everyone could hear.

"Does anyone have any hand sanitizer?" Jameson says in a strange tone. My mom nods and takes Jameson by the arm like she's approaching a frightened animal. She gives her a small smile and leads Jameson over to the other side of the morgue.

"Hey, what did you find?" Derek asked when he picked up.

"Jackson's alive?"

"What?"

"He's alive, but it's like he's in a coma or something." I said, "And that's not the weirdest part."

"What?"

"He's trapped in some type of casing; it's coming from his claws."

I heard Derek relay the message to Peter as Jameson and my mom come back

"Oh, and he's also starting to move."

I hear muffle talking on Derek's end, before Derek speaks again.

"Scott, bring him to us."

"I'm not sure if we have time for that." Jameson said. She was standing over Jackson, who had started squirming in the body bag. There was a pause on Derek's side before I heard a high pitch noise in the background.

"Scott, get him out of there now. Go now." Derek ordered.

"On it." I said hanging up, "Okay, any idea of how we get him out of here."

Jameson made a face.

"I'm going to have to put him in the trunk of my baby, aren't I?" she asked resignedly. I nodded and she sighed and drew out her gun.

"Whoa!" my mom exclaimed, "You can't shoot him in here!"

"I'm not, but guns tend to motivate people to get out of you way." Jameson answered, "Boys pick him up and follow me."

~Carry On~

Jameson's Perspective:

I led the boys down deserted corridors towards a side entrance not far from the morgue. They had to stop a few time because Jackson kept moving and freaking the shit out of all of us. This was virgin monster territory for me. None of the Kanima's I've heard about came back from the dead like this. Dead meant dead.

I hated not knowing what to do; I always knew what to do. I was a Winchester, damn it. I've slain them all. I fought Heaven and Hell for God's sake and now I'm freaking out over an undead Kanima! I mean it could possibly be because of his connection to Gerard, and how I have friends that he could get killed, but I think mostly I think it's because I hate feeling unsure of myself, being useless, looking weak. Friends come and go, but I have to live with myself every day.

Once we reached the door, I shook the dark self-reflecting thoughts out of my head and pushed the door open a crack. I peered out through the slit in the door, seeing nothing I opened the door and stepped out. I held my hands up for the boys to stay while I ventured into the ground level of the parking garage. Well no one was shooting at me and I didn't sense anyone. I guess it's about as safe as it's going to get.

I whistled the tune to Speed Racer to let the boys know it was safe to come out. Scott pushed the door open with his back and looked around a bit before continuing through the door. I motioned for him to hug the wall while I stood a few feet ahead of them off it to check keep a look out. Once we came to the end of the wall, l halted the boys again while I stuck my head out around the corner. The parking lot was deserted except for a male nurse who was walking towards the entrance. I waited until he was well out of sight before using my hand to communicate for them to go forward.

I herded them over to a line of park cars that we could use for cover. I stayed low and had my gun drawn as we made our way to my car as quickly as possible. When I finally reach my car the bag slips out of Scott's hands and Jackson lands with a loud thud on the ground.

"Dammit, Scott!" I whisper yell at him, "Be careful. Get him back up."

"I'm sorry he just slipped."

"Pick him back up!" I hissed. I turned back to my car and was putting my key in the back to unlock it when a car drove up next to us. I dropped my keys in surprise. Shit! I slowly moved my gun to conceal it against my side before seeing what the driver wanted. The driver's side door open and a man stepped out. As he came around to the front of the car I was surprised to see that it was Chris Argent. I backed away from my trunk and stood next to Scott, ready to fight with him if Argent proved a problem.

"You're alone." Scott said to Chris.

"More than you know." Chris replied in dark amusement.

"What do you want, Argent?" I asked. Argent inhaled deeply like he was contemplating what he should say.

"The four of us don't have much in common," Argent said, "But at the moment, we have a common enemy."

"That's why we are trying to get out him out of here." Scott explained.

"I didn't mean Jackson." Chris responded. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion for a moment before it dawned on me who he was talking about. I could feel my lips stretching into a wicked grin.

"You mean your old man." I said smugly. Chris scowled at me but nodded anyway

"Gerard has twisted his way into Allison's head in the same way he did with Kate. And I'm losing her." He said to us, he then turned his gaze solely on Scott, "And I know you're losing her too."

"You're right," Scott replied, suspicion laced his words, "So can you trust us to fix this?"

Chris nodded.

"So you gonna get out of our way then?" I asked.

"No," Chris told me, "My car has more room."

I narrowed my eyes at him, it was true but I felt like it was an insult to my baby. I turned to look at Scott who I could tell was contemplating his offer. Scott looked me in the eye asking me what I wanted to do. What I wanted was to deny Chris offer, I wanted nothing to do with the Argents but if Chris was serious about taking on Gerard, the upset that it would cause would give us an edge. So against all the Argent hating cells in my body I gave him a curt nod.

"Okay." Scott told him. Chris nods before the corner of his mouth uplifts in a smile, like he can't believe this is where he's come to. With a shake of his head he head to the back of his car and opens the trunk.

"Get him up." I told the boys, before moving towards my trunk to get a few things. I felt a hand on my elbow stopping me. I turned my head and saw Scott looking at me concerned.

"Are you going to be okay? Working with him?" he asked. I sigh.

"Just don't die, okay." I told him, "Either of you."

Both of the boys nodded and I shook myself loose of Scott's grip to return tomy car. I heard the boys shuffling behind me as I opened the trunk. I lifted up the floor and revealed the secret compartment below. I pulled out my favorite sawed off, some bullets and a small kit that contained a needle and a vial of liquid Wolf's bane and silver. The damage caused by the concoction woulc either kill or incapacitate depending on the dosage. I was about to close the compartment when I realized there was something else I wanted to bring.

In the right hand corner of the trunk is a tin box full of stuff I collected during my time as a hunting gypsy. I dug it out from the carefully constructed spot. Setting it on the edge of the trunk I unlatched the clasp and lifted the lid. On top of all the postcards from the towns I visited, a bear claw from the first werebear I killed, and other things I've picked up over the years was a worn brown leather drawstring bag. I gingerly picked it up and slipped my fingers into the opening to stretch it open. I took the end with my other hand and shook it making the object fall into my awaiting hand. I'm sure it wouldn't look like much to anyone else, but it meant everything to me. It was a necklace that had a golden head pendant that look like some guardian type thing from ancient lore and came on a black leather strip. My brother had worn this around his neck for as long as I could remember; it was a part of him. When he dropped it in the waste basket after our sojourn in heaven, I couldn't just leave it there. I knew how much it meant to him and after seeing Sammy's face…it wasn't right. So I went back after my brother left to grab it, under the pretense I had forgotten Dad's watch. I knew one day Dean would want it back. But tonight I needed more.

"Jameson?" Isaac said softly. He sounded so close I don't know I didn't notice him coming up. I look up at him, "You ready to go?"

I nod. I slip the necklace around my neck, and made sure to secure the knot. I placed the box back in its spot, and closed everything up.

"Let's get this son of a bitch." I said to Isaac as I hoisted the strap of my sawed-off on my shoulder.

"Maybe you'll actually get to shoot someone in the dick this time." Isaac said slinging his arm over my shoulder.

"A girl can dream." I reply with a grin. He laughed as we got into the backseat of the Argent-mobile.

~Carry On~

Derek texted us to meet him at some warehouse on the edge of town. When we pulled up, he was nowhere to be seen. The moment Argent stopped the car I leapt out of the car to see if I could spot Derek on the roof or something.

"I think he stopped moving." I heard Isaac say from inside the car. I looked into backseat to see Isaac kneeling on the seat to look into the back. I climbed back in and peered over the seat. I reached over the edge and went to poke him. Isaac's hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.

"What are you doing?" he whispered.

"Exactly what it looks like, I'm going to poke him."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. Now let go." I said pulling my wrist loose. My finger continues its trek and I poked Jackson's leg. Unlike last time nothing attacked me.

"He's right," I called out to Scott, "All's quiet on the Western Front."

"Really?" Scott asked pooping his head. I nodded and then started sliding towards the door. Scott offered me his hand to help me down.

"Where's Derek?" Chris asked as we came around to the front.

"He just said to meet him here." Scott answered.

"Scott." Isaac said. Scot and I both moved our heads towards Isaac. He was pointing at something behind us. I followed his arm only to see Derek racing towards us on all fours. He raced faster and faster and then leapt in air, flipping before landing in a crouch.

"Alpha Douche, that has to be one of the douchiest entrance I have ever seen." I critiqued him, "You should have stuck with the Batman thing, it's a classic for a reason."

Derek just shot me an extremely displeased look, before turning his attention to Argent.

"I'm here for Jackson." Chris began, "Not you."

"Somehow, I don't find that very comforting." Derek said entering into a brief staring contest with Chris. Derek turned away first and looked at Scott and Isaac, "Get him inside."

We all got back into Argent's SUV while Derek opened one of the warehouse's mechanical doors. Chris parked along the wall and the boys jumped out and headed to the back of the car. They opened the trunk and got Jackson out, placing him a few feet away. I moved after them ready to jump in if Jackson started moving again.

"Where are they?" Scott asked looking around.

"Who?" Derek asked.

"Peter and Lydia." Scott answered. Derek's eyes flickered down like he was guilty of something and avoided the question by unzipping the body bag, "Hold on a second. You said you knew how to save him."

"We're past that." Derek responded.

"What about-."

"Think about it, Scott." Derek interrupted him, "Gerard controls him now. He turned Jackson into his own personal guard dog. And he set all of this in motion so that Jackson could get even bigger and more powerful."

"No." Chris insisted, "No, he wouldn't do that. If Jackson's a dog, he's turning rabid, and my father wouldn't let a rabid dog live."

As I was listening to all of this, something inside me just snapped. This was too familiar, a boy possessed and the only option to fix everything is his death, and saving him was never truly an option. Before I know what I'm really doing I pull out my hand gun and fire the weapon at the roof. All of them jump.

"Step away from Jackson, Derek." I said in a low voice, lowering my gun at his head. He gets up slowly and steps next to Chris.

"Jameson?" Scott asked.

"We're going to save him." I said assuredly, "I will not go through this again. This time we save Sam, I mean, Jackson and we all get to go home."

"But Ger-." Derek tried again, but I stopped him by aiming my gun at him again.

"I don't give a damn about what Gerard wants. Gerard owes me his life, I won't take Jackson's as a proxy."

"You're not killing my father." Chris said narrowing his eyes at me.

"Why? Why shouldn't I kill him? He killed Toby."

"Toby was killed by a werewolf."

"Really? Is that what he told you?" I asked laughingly.

"It's what happened I saw the claw marks myself."

"Seems Allison and Kate aren't the only minds he twisted himself into. See how I remember it was that a werewolf had Toby by the collar in the air, Gerard was about five feet to the right of it, and had a clean shot. He wouldn't have hit Toby or anybody else, the shot couldn't be any clearer. I yelled at him to shoot, and you know what he does?" I ask. Chris flickers his eyes downward.

"He let the werewolf kill him." Scott filled in the blanks.

"That's right. Your bastard of a father waits until that monster tears Toby's heart out before he pulls that trigger. And when he turns around, you know what he told me? I'm sure it's something you've heard a lot. He said Toby was an accep-."

"I said he was an acceptable loss in our battle against what is evil in the world. " Gerard's voice booms from behind us, "And he was, young Tobias distracted the Alpha perfectly and because of his death many lives were saved in the process."

"You son of a bitch." I said lunging at him. Two arms wrapped around my middle and pulled me into a chest…Scott, "Let me go! I'll kill him."

"Not yet," Scott said softly in my ear. I turned to him confused. What is he doing?

"Gerard." Chris greeted.

"Son, "he greeted in return, "Thank-you for returning my property to me."

Chris gave him a confused look.

"What?"

"Jackson, why of course." Gerard answered.

"So it's true…you're the one controlling Jackson."

Gerard just smirked.

"But he's too dangerous to be kept alive." Chris argued.

"You're right. Anything that dangerous, that out of control, is better off dead." Gerard agreed. Derek growls at him and goes back towards Jackson. He raises a clawed hand and then I realize what he's about to do. I struggle against Scott's hold trying to get to Derek but he won't loosen his grip. Derek slashes down to kill Jackson but before his claws can reach their intended target Jackson's arm sticks straight up. Caught off guard Derek ends up being impaled by Jackson's claws.

With the other arm, Jackson pushed himself odd the ground. Once he was almost standing, he flings Derek across the warehouse

"SHIT!" I exclaimed.

"Well done to the last, Scott." Gerard congratulated him, "Like the concerned friend you are, you brought Jackson to Derek to save him. You just didn't realize you were also bringing Derek to me."

An arrow whizzes past me and makes a thudding noise behind me. I turn in Scott's arms to see Isaac fall to the ground.

"Isaac!" I yell. I shook loose of Scott's grasp and go to my fallen friend. The arrow had made its home in his shoulder, "Oh my God are you okay."

"No." he answered. I gave him a look and helped him get up.

"Ow, ow, oww…" he protested as he started to stand.

"Sorry," I said as I placed his arm around my shoulder and my arms around his waist and arm. Our seven inch height difference was more evident than ever as I awkwardly help him hobble to a safe place for me to work on his shoulder. Gunshots followed our exit along with the hissing of a snake. I leaned Isaac against the wall of the next room.

"I'm going to take the arrow out now." I told him, "I'd prefer that you didn't claw me."

Isaac nodded.

"Okay, deep breath," I told him. I heard the intake of breath before I pulled out the arrow. He roared in pain and shoved me away from him as he tried to collect himself. It took him a minute to calm down and once he started breathing normally I came closer. I pulled on the collar of his shirt down a little to check the wound.

"It's already healing, that means it wasn't dipped in wolfsbane."

"So she's not a total bitch." He joked in between pained breaths.

"No she is, but she seems to be restraining herself."

"Well that's-"

A loud roar cuts him off and we both look towards the sound to see Derek leaping at Jackson as Scott coming at him from behind.

"Time to pretty up, Princess." I tell him. He smirks and I watch as it grew more and more wolfish. I grin and pull my shot gun from my shoulder and load it with wolfsbane filled shells, "Get me a clear shot."

"Your wish is my command." He said before racing at Jackson, he manages to catch Jackson off guard and spin him in my direction. Jackson's tail whips around as he spins and sends Isaac to a pile of pallets.

One…Two…Three…Fire!

I pull the trigger and send a bullet straight for Jackson's leg. It hits its intended target causing Jackson to rear back in pain. Scott uses the distraction of his pain to kick him in the back. Like the wounded animal he was, Jackson lashed back at Scott having enough energy to send him flying into the wall behind him. I was about to fire again when I heard Isaac grunt. I turn to see Allison slicing up Isaac. I growled and dropped the shotgun. I stalked up behind her and tapped her shoulder. As she spins around I punch her in the face. She stumbles backwards, but doesn't fall.

"You know I thought my opinion of you couldn't get any lower, Argent, yet here we are." I said opening my arms wide, "And you're a bigger bitch than I thought you were."

She screamed and came at me. She was still unsteady on her feet and I easily side stepped her and brought my clasped hands down hard on the middle of her back. She stumbled and fell on her knees. Her daggers clattered to the floor

"Please tell me that's not the best you got." I taunted. She growled and stood up and spun around and faced me. She fell into a fighting stance, some of the Argent superiority was returning to her eyes.

"Come at me…bitch." She said. I felt the Winchester smirk growing.

"Alright Argent, I'll play." I said. I began circling her, trying to unsettle her. I then jab sharply at her side, backing up to barely miss her swinging elbow. She kicks me in the stomach knocking me on my ass. She comes at me with her fist and I roll out to the side. When she's on the ground I straddle her back and take her arm and twist against her back. She yelps and flails her other arm around. She managed to get lucky and get my side.

"Oof." I exclaim. I roll over and take a deep breath and get up trying to beat the Argent girl to my feet. We get up about the same time and she pulls out a knife from her waist band. She unleashes a battle cry and comes at me again. This time I'm not fast enough and she cuts her cheek. My hand immediately shoots up to cradle the injury. I pull my hand away to see to it covered in blood. I turn my gaze from my hand to the Argent girl, she's standing about two feet away with a triumphant grin on her face. She thinks this is over. I start laughing at her, and it rattles her more than anything else I've done tonight. She takes a hesitant step back.

"So that's how you want to play it. I can be down for that" I said. I grinned and shrugged off my leather jacket and green shirt leaving me just in my tank top," Now come at me…bitch."

She regained some of bravado and charged me. I was ready this time and sidestepped her and stuck my foot out, tripping her and bringing her to her knees. I walk behind her and take the arm not holding the knife and popped it out of its socket.

"Ahh…ahh..." She cried out.

"Lesson number one, Argent, when your done playing with you food, you incapacitate them." I whispered in her ear. I pushed her down and forcing her to rise by herself with one arm. Once she gets up, I motion with my hand for her to try again. She's learned her lesson from the last few times and doesn't charge me again. This time she faints left and spins around to attack right. I grab her good arm and twist it making her release her knife. I force her to her knees again and pick up the knife.

"Lesson number two, there is some credence to the saying an eye for an eye." I tell her as I draw the knife her cheek, giving her the same mark as my cheek, "And lesson number 3, is to say goodnight Allison…Good night Allison."

I then take the blunt end of her knife and knock her out. I take my foot and place it in the middle of her back and pushed her down to the ground.

"Hey Gerard." I called out. He looked up me from the entrance of the room. I took the back of Allison's shirt and used it to sling her towards him, "Next time send your best. Oh…wait…that was her wasn't it?"

"Winchester," he growled.

"Looks like John Winchester's little soldier turned out better than you thought. That's the second Argent princess' ass I kicked. If this is the best you have to offer I fear for the fate of humanity."

Gerard sneered before flicking his eyes. I frowned in confusion until I felt a reptilian tail wrap around my arms and waist and pull tight. Jackson's clawed hand took hold of my neck in warning.

"Jameson." I heard Scott and Isaac exclaim.

"Let her go." Scott demanded.

"Not yet." Gerard said coldly looking at Derek. He had calculating look in his eye.

"What's this all about, Gerard?" Chris asked.

"He's doing what he came here to do." Scott answered.

"So then you know," Gerard said.

"What the hell are you two talking about?" Derek asked.

"It was that night outside the hospital wasn't it, when I threatened your mother," Gerard continued ignoring Derek's question, "I knew I saw something in your eyes. You could just smell it, couldn't you?"

"He's dying." Isaac voiced his conclusion.

"I am." Gerard agreed, "I have been for a while now. Unfortunately, science doesn't have a cure for cancer yet. But the supernatural does."

"You monster." Chris condemned his father.

"Not yet." Gerard responded.

"Just know, Gerard, that once you seal your fate I will kill you. I'll rip ou-"

My threat was cut off, by Jackson tightening his hold around my neck cutting off my air supply.

"It is you Winchester who will be my first kill, your family has been a plague on this earth for far too long, consorting with demons and angels, releasing the greatest evil man had ever know on the earth. I'll be doing the whole world a favor just like your brother did when he killed himself." Gerard threatened. I tried struggling against Jackson's hold, despite the lack of air. I would cut his throat, but I couldn't move an inch.

"She's just a girl," Chris defended, "like Allison, being the good little soldier she was told to be. "

"She's a threat to the survival of the human race. And when it comes to survival, I'd kill my own son!" Gerard yelled to his son. Chris' jaw clenched and Gerard turned to Scott, "Scott."

Gerard looked at him expectantly, and Jackson loosened his grip. Scott began to transform back to his human face as he looked at Derek lying helpless on the ground, then to Chris, and then at me before cutting to Gerard. What is he doing? Scott takes a deep breath signaling to everyone he has come to a decision. To my surprise he walks over to Derek and grabs him by the nape of his neck. He forces the Alpha to his feet.

"Scott! Scott, don't!" Derek pleads through labored breathing, "You know that he's gonna kill me right after. He'll be an Alpha."

"That's true." Gerard reveals, "But I think he already knows that, don't you, Scott? He knows that the ultimate prize is Allison. Do this small task for me, and they can be together. You are the only piece that doesn't fit, Derek. And in case you haven't learned yet, there is just no competing with young love. "

"Scott don't." I plead in a hoarse whisper, "Just don't do it."

Scott turns those sad puppy dog eyes at me, pleading with me to understand, to trust him.

"I'm sorry," he apologizes, "But I have too."

Scott then yanks Derek's head back, causing the Alpha to call out in pain. He labored breathing keeps his mouth open wide. Gerard pushes the sleeve of his right arm up and walks almost hesitantly up to Derek. He lays his forearm across Derek's mouth. Almost like it's a reflex, Derek bites down hard on Gerard's arm. Gerard screams out in pain for a few moments before pulling his arm free of Derek's bite. Once he collects himself he lifts his arm high above his head triumphantly. He had won.

Then something strange happened. The red running from his bite that had once flowed a bright red was now becoming a running jet-black stream.

"What?" Gerard asked confused, "What is this? What did you do?"

"Everyone said Gerard always had a plan, "Scott said looking at me, "I had a plan, too."

I could feel the edges of my mouth rising in a proud smirk. Well look who learned to be devious and underhanded. Gerard seemed to be catching on too. He immediately dove into the pocket of his jacket letting it fall to the ground once he retrieved what he was looking for. He opened something small and dumped its contents into his palm.

"No. No…" Gerard exclaimed. He crushed the items in his hand and a dark smoke emerged from his hand, "Mountain Ash!"

He then started bleeding from the orifices on this face. It got worse, and he seemed to be choking on it before it came out like a geyser from his mouth. I turned away in disgust, it reminded me too much of witches and their bloody practices.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I heard Derek ask, and I turned my head back to everyone else.

"Because you might be an Alpha, but you're not mine. " Scott told him. A spluttering noise stole the rest of Scott's moment drawing our attention back to Gerard.

"Kill them. Kill them all!" Gerard roared, before passing out on the ground. Suddenly I feel Jackson release me and not stopping to see why I elbow him in the face and spun out of his reach. I reach in my boot for one of my knives ready for a fight. Jackson begins to move in, when a loud crashing noise comes from my right. I turn to see a familiar blue Jeep coming right at us. I had just enough time to jump out of the way before Stiles rams Jackson with his car.

"Awesome." I breathed.

~Carry On~

Stiles' Perspective:

"Did I get him?" I asked opening one eye. I looked around looking to see what happened, but I didn't see him. I start to breath out a sigh of relief when a large shape jumps on my hood. Lydia screams.

"Whoa!" I exclaim scrambling back form the windshield as Jackson crawls closer. He hisses menacing at me and Lydia causing as both to yell. We both then scramble to climb out her door. I start to run towards Jameson, knowing she's probably got like a bazillion weapons on her right now.

"Jackson!" Lydia shouts, causing me to skid past Jameson and spin around. I could have sworn Lydia was right next to me the whole time, "Jackson."

"Lydia!" I call out to her. I try to race over to her but James grabs my arm and stops me.

"No, look," she said hoarsely. I gave her a weird look and then looked back at Lydia. She was holding something small in her hand up for Jackson's inspection, something that caused him to pause. I watched as his scales began to recede as he reached for the key in Lydia's hand. He took it from her and studied it closely, and for a second it was like Jackson was back. He then backs away from Lydia, only stopping once he was a few feet away. He raises his arms high, and nods towards Derek.

Before anyone of us could stop him, Derek rushed towards Jackson while another figure rushes Jackson from behind…wait is that Peter? Yet before I can even grasp that little fun fact, the pair impale Jackson with their claws. They lift him up in the air and then rip their claws out letting Jackson land on his own. He starts making a choking noise before he starts to crumple. Lydia manages to catch him in time before he tumbled to the ground, and eased him into a kneeling position.

"Do you…Do you still?" Jackson breathed.

"I do." Lydia replied nodding, "I do still love you. I do, I do still love you. I do."

And almost like he was waiting to hear that so he could move on, he falls into her. Lydia clutches Jackson's dead body to her chest, with tears streaming down her face. After a moment she lays him down on the ground and the final marks of the Kanima disappear.

"Ah hell!" I heard Jameson snarl. I look down at my side to see she's no longer there. When did she move? I look around for her and see her standing over some black goo covering the floor.

"Jameson?"

"He's gone."

"Who?"

"Gerard." Scott answered.

"He can't have gotten far." Argent said. From the tenseness of Jameson's shoulders I could tell that was not a happy thought. Isaac limped over to her and put his hands on her shoulders and began rubbing her arms. She knocked his arms off and stalked off towards a jacket lying on the ground. Undeterred Isaac followed after her. I narrowed my eyes at him; I did not like this at all.

A scraping noise drew my attention from Jameson and her puppy dog back towards where Lydia and Jackson were. It was Jackson, he was moving. How could he be moving? Slowly he starts to stand up. Oh God he's naked. Not again.

Once he's fully standing, he raises his head and lets out a loud howl. When he eventually lowers his head, he returns to human form. Lydia sprints over to him. She throws her arms around him and Jackson pulls her closer. They really do love each other. I sniffed and rubbed at my eye, there was that pesky piece of dust again. Scott turned to me when he heard me sniff.

"He scratched my Jeep." I said before walking to my car, "James!"

"Yeah?" I hear her reply. I turn to see her over by where her jacket was still wearing a wide-eyed shocked look that was a result from Jackson's return from the dead. When did she get that cut on her face? Did Gerard do it? I decided to ignore it for now and focus on getting home.

"Get your stuff and let's go. Dad, wants us home in an hour."

"Will do, Boss." She replies. I watch as she shakes her head, as to pull herself together. She shoves her jacket in Isaac's arms before wandering off in another direction to pick towards a gun. I looked around the warehouse, when it suddenly occurred to me that someone besides Gerard was missing. I then spotted her on the ground near the black goo.

"Why is Allison on the ground?" I asked. Scott's head snapped towards the girl in question and jogged over to her, and flipped her over. I watched as cocked his head, so he could hear better.

"She's on the ground because I kicked her ass." Jameson said proudly as she made her way over to me.

"Did you get it out of your system? Or am I still going to be living with the Hatfields and the McCoys?"

"Depends." Jameson said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"On what?"

"If she learned her lesson or not?"

"And what lesson would that be?"

"That I'm the best at what I do and what I do isn't something an Argent can do well."

I dragged my hand down my face in frustration, and pinched the bridge of my nose. Something told me life with a Winchester was going to be like this all the damn long day.

"Just say goodnight and get in the Jeep, Wolverine."

"Goodnight and get in the Jeep, Wolverine." She said mischievously. I smacked myself in the face.

"Just get in the car, would you huh."

She grinned and took her things from Isaac and headed to the passenger door.

"Wait, wild boy isn't coming with us, is he? Because after last time I though the rule was unless he was in pants he was not getting in the Jeep."

"I'll take Jackson and Lydia home." Mr. Argent offered. I nodded, before turning towards Scott.

"Hey, Scott, you catching a ride with us?"

"No," he said not looking away from Allison, "I'll go with Argent."

I nodded and hopped in the front seat and started up my Jeep. I backed up and headed out the hole I made in the wall. Jameson and I drove in silence for a bit before she took my hand.

"I'm sorry about the future Mrs. Stilinski." She said.

"It's okay. It just means my 10 year plan is now a 15 year plan."

She let out a small laugh.

"She doesn't deserve you, Boss." She said with a grin. I scoffed. It was me who didn't deserve Lydia. Jameson rolls her eyes at my disbelief, but doesn't say anything. She turns to look out the window and begins to play with her necklace. She wasn't wearing that earlier, I wonder where she got it. Probably shouldn't ask though, that was another thing I've learned about living with a Winchester, do not ask personal questions. So I stayed silent and drove us to Jameson

~Carry On~

Scott's Perspective:

Allison finally woke up after we dropped off Jackson and Lydia at the Whitmore's house. Argent and I didn't stick around; we both felt that this was something Jackson needed to discuss with his parents on his own. When she finally came to, she immediately hissed in pain, clutching the side of her head that Jameson had hit.

"Hey shh…it's okay." I whispered, lowering her head back to my shoulder.

"What happened?" she asked.

"You took on a Winchester." Her father answered gruffly.

"Did I win?" She asked, but I think she already knew that answer.

"Not exactly." I replied.

"Is that why my arm hurts?"

"Yeah, she dislocated your shoulder. Your dad and I had to pop it back in why you were out."

"I guess I deserved that."

"Hey, we don't need to talk about that right now." I soothed her, "We're almost at your house and we'll get you all bandaged up, okay?"

She nodded and snuggled her head into my neck and drifted off again. She woke up again as I was carrying her up the stairs. I walked her up to her room and laid her on her bed. Mr. Argent came in behind me and cleaned up the cut on her face and helped her put on the sling for her arm.

"I'm going to get you some pain killers and an ice pack, I'll be right back." Argent told his daughter. She nodded and he kissed her head before leaving the room. Once he rounded the corner I took a seat next to her on the bed. She slipped her free hand's fingers between mine and I rubbed my thumb over hers comfortingly.

"I'm sorry." Allison said softly.

"You don't have to say you're sorry."

"I do." She insisted. "I have to for what I did and what I said. For everything. Especially for what I have to do now."

She was going to break up with me. I sighed and looked down at the ground. Even though I didn't want her to, for some reason I felt like this would all turn out alright, that there was still hope for us.

"It's okay." I finally told her.

"No, it's not."

"It is."

"Scott, I'm trying to break up with you."

"I know." I told her, "And it's okay."

"How is that okay?"

"Because I can wait."

"I can't make you wait for me. I'm not going to do that."

"You don't have to… because I we're gonna be together."

"There's no such thing as fate."

I smirk and shrug.

"There's no such thing as werewolves."

She sighed and looked down on the ground but I still noticed the tear streaming down her face. I caught it with my thumb and turned her face towards me and rubbed my thumb over her cheek. I leaned in hesitantly wondering how I would be received. She meets me the rest of the way and we share our last kiss…for now. It ended all too soon when Allison pulled away and turned her head from me. I wanted to say something more, but there was nothing else to say. I rub her knee and push myself off the bed. I walk towards the door, nodding at Argent as he returned with the stuff for Allison. At the door I stop and look back at the girl I love. He father came and sat next to her and pulled her close, comforting her in a way I wouldn't be able to for a while. I frowned at that thought before making my way downstairs. I wonder if winning always feels like this a mixture of sadness and victory.

~Carry On~

Jameson's Perspective:

The Sheriff zeroed on the cut on my face the moment I walked through the door with Stiles. His first emotion was anger, but then his frown grew into a smirk.

"How does the other guy look?" he asked. I guess he assumed I went toe to toe with the guys who messed with Stiles. And in a way I guess I did.

"I don't think we'll be seeing my opponent any time soon." I told him.

"Good." He said, he moves to walk away but stops himself, "Do you often get into fights?"

"Only the good ones." I reply truthfully. He sighed.

"Just don't let me get a phone call about you getting hauled into the station."

"Will do, Sheriff." I said giving him a mock salute.

"Good." The Sherriff said, "Stiles why don't you show Jameson where the first-aid kit is and help her clean her cut."

"Sure, come on James." Stiles said grabbing my arm.

"Goodnight, kids." The Sheriff called after us.

"Night," we both said as we climbed the stairs. Stiles led me up to my room and stepped back so I could open the door. He followed me in and headed towards my bags.

"Which one has your first aid kit?" he asked.

"The one under the bed." I told him. He switched paths and kneeled down and pulled the bag out from under the bed. He tossed the bag on the bed and patted a spot next to it. I rolled my eyes and winced as it stretched the cut.

"Sit down. James." Stiles said exasperated. This time I did what he wanted without the sarcastic eye roll. He unzipped the bag and gestured for me to dig through it. I rifled through the weapons inside and pulled out the kit. He took it from my hands and pulled out some peroxide, a cotton ball, wipes and a band aid. He opened the peroxide and used the cotton ball to catch the liquid, before recapping it. He uses the cotton ball to clean my cut. I hissed at the first contact.

"Sorry," he said pulling the cotton ball back fast.

"It's fine." I told him. He nodded and went back to clearing my cut.

"It doesn't look too deep." He said.

"Yeah, she just managed to get a piece of me." I told him.

"I'm assuming this is what got her knocked out." He said. He tried to sound stern, but amusement slipped through.

"Nope, this got her a cut on her cheek. Knocking her out was for Scott."

"For Scott?"

"He was too distracted; I need to get her out of the game. "

"Uh-huh." Stiles said.

"What?"

"I just don't think that was the only reason why."

I smirked.

"Okay, so I might have done it for me as well…mostly for me. And messing up her shoulder was a bonus."

Stiles sighed.

"I don't want to know." He said as he pulled away the cotton ball. He placed the band aid on the cut, before taking one of the wipes and rubbed away at the dried blood on my face.

"Thanks." I said.

"No problem, James." He said as he picked up all the stuff. He took the supplies and dumps them in the trash. "So what do we do now?"

I gave him a look.

"We stopped the bad guy, what do we do next? Is there some hunter's victory tradition?"

"Get drunk and leave the next day." I replied.

"Is that what you're going to do?""

"You know, Stiles, I'm pretty beat, I think I'm just going to go to bed." I said avoiding the question. I watched as Stiles' shoulders sagged.

"Yeah, me too." He said rubbing the back of his neck, "I'll see you in the morning?"

He perked up as he attempted to get me to say I would stay. I gave him a sad smile.

"Goodnight, Stiles."

His shoulders fell again, and he headed towards the door. He stops at the entrance and turns his head back towards me.

"Night, James."

"Night." I repeated. He gave me a sad smile and left me alone, closing the door softly behind him. I started to fall back on my bed but stopped myself midway. Doing that would make me contemplate the Winchesters greatest enemy. I did my job. Now it was time to leave.

I moved off the bed and walked to the bathroom. I did a quick camp shower so not to get my band aid wet. Pronouncing myself decently cleaned I slipped in to Dean's shirt and returned to my room. I grabbed my brush and sat on my bed as I fixed my tangled blonde strands. Once my hair was free of knots, I went to put it up in a bun but decided to leave it down instead for tonight.

I returned my brush to its place on the dresser and went over to my clothes to grab my phone. I grabbed the device from my pants pockets and carried it over to its charger. I then slipped underneath my blanket so I could get some sleep before returning to Sioux Falls tomorrow. But sleep seemed to elude me, I guess because I'm so used to actually doing something after a fight, leaning against the Impala, drinking root beer as my brother guzzle the real stuff, stealing sips of Dean's drink when Sam's not looking. That's what I should be doing.

I turned over and grabbed my phone of the bed stand and flipped it open. 2am, that's not too late, even if he is embracing the domestic life. I pressed speed dial number 1, and waited as the phone rang. It just kept ringing and ringing and I almost thought he wasn't going to pick up, when a groggy gruff voice spoke on the other end.

"Hello? Hello? Who is this?" he asked, his voice growing more awake, more on guard. I couldn't say anything. I could feel the sharp sting of tears in corner of my eyes. And I sniffed to get rid of it, "Jay? Jamie? Is that you?"

"Dean, I-I-I…"

"I know, baby girl, I know."

And that's when I lost it; I didn't hold back the tears this time.

~Carry On~

Stiles' Perspective:

A knocking sound woke me up from the dream I was having, a dream where I was being chase by tiny Kanimas. I moved to stop the knocking only to end up falling out of my bed.

"Ow." I exclaimed.

"Stiles? Are you okay?" Jameson's raspy voice came through the door.

"Yeah, just give me a minute." I responded. I kicked myself free of my sheets and scrambled up onto my feet. By some miracle, I made it to the door without furthering injuring myself. I opened to door, and Jameson was just standing there looking at the ground.

"Hey," she greets, still not looking up.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Um…can I…never mind." She said and turned to go. I reached out and grabbed her arm.

"James."

She sighed.

"Can I stay in here with you?"

"Uh…. Yeah. Come on in?" I told her, moving aside so she could come in.

"Thanks." She mumbled as she came in. She stood there awkwardly for a moment.

"Oh, right." I scrambled over and picked up my sheet and fixed the bed, "Which side do you want?"

"I'll just take whatever side you're not using." She said softly.

"I kind of sleep in the middle."

"Oh, then the left side." She said pointing to the side the closest to the wall."

"Okay," I said. I got in on the right side, and settled in under the covers. I heard Jameson move around and felt her slipping in next to me. Instead of hugging the edge of the bed like I expected, she curls up against my back facing away from me.

"Thanks, Stiles."

"No problem, James." I replied. I stifled all the questions I wanted to ask her like what she's thinking, but I know she'll just shut me down, "Night."

"Night."

I feel her shuffling a little bit more, before she finally settles down. Once she calms down I close my eyes and drift off.

~Carry On~

Jameson's Perspective:

I woke up early in the morning so I could make my escape before Stiles got up. I poked my head out of the door and looked around. Seeing that the Sheriff wasn't out and about, I crept out of Stiles' room and headed to my own. I quickly got dressed and then packed up my stuff. I placed my bags by the door and cleaned up the room a bit. I didn't want to be considered a bad tenant. Satisfied once my work was done, I hoisted my bags on my shoulders and close the door on my time in Beacon Hills.

I padded softly as I could down the stairs. I was just about to reach for the door handle when I felt a presence behind me.

"Where are you going, Jameson?"

I sighed. I spun around and faced the Sheriff.

"Where are you going?" he asked again. But this time, he seemed to be asking me in a larger sense than just location. I dropped my bags on the floor.

"The next place on the map, I suppose." I told him.

"Why does there have to be a next place?"

"I'm just not one for staying around in one place too long."

"Are sure it's not because you're scared?" he asked.

"Scared?"

"Of actually being happy."

I scoffed.

"I've seen the way you always look over your shoulder, how your smile never reaches your eyes." He said, "What's happened to you isn't your fault, Jameson, you shouldn't have to continue paying for it. You're safe here, you have friends, you can be happy, you can stay."

"And what if it isn't because I'm afraid, what if it's just because I want to go?"

"Then go, but make sure you're going for the right reasons." He said, "Stiles really cares about you and you've been good for him. He doesn't have a lot of people who would go to bat for him like you did last night. And it's been nice having you around the house; we don't often get a home cook breakfast. So from the both of us, we would like you to stay."

I didn't say anything, just nodded and picked up my bags. I reached for the door and left. It wasn't about what I wanted, it never was. I would always pick duty over what I wanted. But what if this time I didn't? What would happen?

~Carry On~

Stiles' Perspective:

I rolled over in my sleep, which made me aware that I could actually turn over. I scrambled into a sitting position and looked at the left side of the bed. She was gone. I flung the sheets aside and ran out of the room. I used my door frame to change directions and headed to Jameson's room. I opened her door, and the empty room confirmed my suspicions. She's already left, and she didn't say good-bye.

"Jameson."

Isaac's Perspective:

The morning after the fight, Derek, Peter, and I headed to the Hale house to pick up our stuff. We were going to moving to a new place today, that Peter found for Derek. As we came up on the house I notice a weird symbol on the front door that wasn't there yesterday.

"You haven't told him anything yet, have you?" Peter said to Derek.

"What do you mean?" I asked him. With an evil smile he leaned against the tree he was standing next to.

"Why do you think Derek was in such a hurry to build his pack? So eager to strengthen his power and his numbers? When there's a new Alpha, people take notice."

He's preparing for something, he didn't just do this out of the goodness of his hairy heart, Isaac. War is brewing you can't afford to be naïve.

Jameson's words from that day in the cemetery echoes in my head, she was right there was more to this story.

"People like who?" I asked, "What is this?"

I point to the markings on the door.

"What does this mean?" I ask again.

"It's their symbol. And it means they're coming." Derek answered.

"Who?"

"Alphas."

"More than one?" I asked.

"A pack of them."

"An Alpha pack." Peter added, "And they're not coming. They're already here. But that's not all."

"What?" Derek asked.

"One of them has a particular interest in your little blonde Winchester friend."

"Why?" I growled.

"Cause they're family."

~Carry On~

Scott's Perspective:

Around noon Stiles called me up to see if I wanted to hand out to do something to get our minds off things. I agreed and then asked to see if Jameson was coming. Stiles got real quiet before finally saying he didn't think Jameson would be hanging out with us for a while. When I asked why, he just said that he would be over in an hour. They must have gotten into another fight.

An hour later I heard Stiles honking his horn, signaling it was time to go. I said good-bye to my Mom, before grabbing my stuff and going outside. I jumped into the Jeep and Stiles took off for the school. I asked him how he was, but he shook it off and asked me about how things went with Allison. So I told him what happened.

"So you really think she's coming back to you?" Stiles asked me as we pulled on to the lacrosse field.

"Yeah, I know she is."

"What about you and Lydia?" I asked him as he opened the window into his trunk.

"Ugh. Well, the 10-year plan for making Lydia fall in love with me may have to stretch to 15, but the plan is definitely still in motion." He answered grabbing out stuff.

"Why don't you just ask her out?"

Stiles laughs.

"Yeah, okay. Why don't you just get in the goal and help me make team captain like you promised there, big guy?"

I grinned and walked over to the goal and got into position.

"You know what I just realized?" I asked him.

"I'm right back where I started. "

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, no lacrosse, no popularity, no girlfriend. Nothing."

"Dude, you still got me."

"I had you before." I told him.

"Yeah, and you still got me." He reinforced.

"And now you get me too, McCall. So it's a life fulfilled." I heard a feminine voice call out. Both Stiles and I whip out heads over to see Jameson sitting on the hood of Stiles' Jeep.

"James!" Stiles exclaimed, he dropped his stuff and headed over to her, she slid off his Jeep to meet him. He threw his arms open wide," You decided to stay."

Decided to stay? What? Did she leave? I made my way over to the pair.

"Still not a hugger, Stiles." She replied, backing away from his arms.

"Okay, we'll work on that." He said. Jameson rolled her eyes, "But you're staying?"

"Yeah, apparently even though Mayberry is off the air, Sheriff Andy Taylor still has some good advice left in him."

Stiles grinned.

"Alright," he said clapping his hands, "Got my two best friends, now all I need is make team captain."

Jameson snorted.

"Hey, what have we said about positive attitudes James?" Stiles asked her. She just rolled her eyes, "Come Scott, get back in the goal."

I grinned and moved back to my spot. Jameson leaned back on the Jeep as she watched the two of us.

"Now remember, no wolf powers." Stiles told me.

"Got it."

"No, I mean it. No super-fast reflexes, no super eyesight, no hearing. None of that crap, okay?"

"Okay. Come on." I said hitting both sides of the goal with my lacrosse stick. I looked over at Jameson, who wore a mischievous grin. When she saw that I was looking at her, she winked at me. I grinned. Stiles seemed completely oblivious to our scheming and scooped up a ball and prepared to shoot.

"You promise?" he asked one more time.

"For God's sake, Stilinski, would you stop acting like a girl and take the shot already."

"No one asked you, James." He shot back at her. She held her hands up in surrender despite the bemused smirk on her face. Satisfied Stiles turned back around and prepared to shoot, he stepped back a bit, before lobbing the ball towards to the goal.

Thud!

"I said no wolf powers!" Stiles whined as Jameson laughed in the background. Maybe I didn't have "nothing" after all. I got these two, so life fulfilled, right?

~Carry On~

Thanks for following this segment of Jameson's journey. I hope you all liked the ending and enjoyed the brief Dean cameo. I wanted to thank all of you who have reviewed, followed, or favorited Carry On and I look forward to seeing you all again for Carry On Wayward Werewolves.