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Chp. 5 Zero Point Jackson

Pooft

Stiles found himself back at school. It was the first place he could think of and it put him all the way across town from his interrogators. Despite the events of a certain night he still felt safe in its halls. Stiles tilted his head back on the locker behind him and slid down to the ground as the stress from what just happened washed over him. Frozen in place a few seconds ago, his mind was a chaos of motion now.

'How could he do that to me? I trusted him! He fucking forced me to tell him but I still trusted him, since I helped save his life, arm, whatever. Scott's going to be so mad at me. Why would Derek do something so fucked up man? He didn't even give me a warning, I mean I'd at least like a warning before I get royally fucked. Not even any lube! It's simple, one blink, "lets play chess", two blinks, "I don't drink Zima's", three blinks, "do you want me to ruin your whole life and tell Scott your darkest secret?". Common courtesy! And I don't care that you don't drink Zima's! This is just so bad."

"WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU COME FROM?"

Stiles opened his eyes and slowly brought his head up. There, less than two feet away, was a very angry looking Jackson Whittmore. He was so wrapped worry he didn't notice that he teleported practically right on top of him.

"Don't tell me you've got freaky lil powers too!" Jackson shouted at him.

Stiles just stared at him with an open mouth. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be happening to him twice in the same day and three times in the same month. It was too horrible.

Jackson had just been walking down the hall coming from his latest post-Lydia hook-up in the locker room when suddenly the other boy appeared right in front of him, nearly an arm's reach away. Jackson was shocked. There was no way Stiles had been there before, he had come from the end of the hall, he would have definitely seen him, but no, he just, appeared. He stood there for a few seconds and blinked, thinking maybe it was some kind of euphoric after effect from the sex, but as he watched him close his eyes and slide to the ground the lacrosse captain was sure it was Stilinski in front of him. Anger quickly took the place of his surprise.

"I don't believe this! You and McCall are both running around here as some kind of super powered freaks! Am I the only person in this town who's normal? What, were you gonna go after my position as captain next? Unbelievable!" Jackson continued.

Stiles couldn't deal with this either. Rolling his eyes as he leaped to his feet he grabbed the irate youth in front of him by the shoulders and searched his mind.

Pooft

Jackson's brain picked up on the change in scenery.

"Are we in the forest? How are we in the fucking forest? Why do I feel so dizzy, and nauseous?" Jackson stumbled holding his stomach, trying to fend off being sick and regain his balance.

"Oh yea, that's a, umm, side effect," he eyed the other boy cautiously. He'd never experienced the side effects of his teleporting himself, but he heard they were unpleasant.

"So what werewolves can teleport where ever they want now?", the blonde forced between steadying breaths.

"I'm not a werewolf dumbass."

"Just great. Oh so what are you, a zombie? A vampire? Ghost? Weresquirrel?" Jackson mocked.

Stiles took a breath. Jackson had already searched until he found out the truth about Scott, he might as well get this over with now.

"No, I'm a faerie."

"Oh great," Jackson threw his hands up, "you're just a faggot-Omph!"

Stiles fist bludgeoned his skull.

"Ok that is the last time you punch me Stilinski!" he declared as he pulled himself off the ground ready to go into a rage.

"Uh uh! I'd stay right there. I touched your face, that means I can control it now. You wanna know what its like your head shoved up your probably bleached ass?" Stiles was totally bluffing, he couldn't do that after only one punch, but Jackson didn't need to know that. He just wanted to deter the guy from trying to get into a fight he wouldn't be able to finish.

"First off isn't your best friend gay? How would Danny feel about you saying that huh? I'm pretty sure he could kick your ass. Have you seen his chest? I mean its massive. Like you could titt fuck those things. I keep expecting milk to come out of them in the locker room, two percent. And second, I'm a faerie like TinkerBell you jerk."

Jackson stopped his prowl forward but his emotions didn't stop their rise. All his anger and annoyance pooled the lines of his face's chiseled features.

"So Scott's a werewolf and you're a sparkly super powered freak. Fantastic!" his movements were erratic.

"Both of you were just running around here pretending to be normal while secretly using your powers to move up in the world. Just a regular dynamic duo."

'Oh boy here it comes,' Stiles thought. 'I'm so Robin though...wait.'

"Well I've got news for you bench warmer. The jig is up. Between you and McCall ONE OF YOU IS GOING TO GIVE ME WHAT I WANT!" Jackson spewed, enunciating each word of his yelling with a clap.

"Woah there Sharonda don't you pull out the ghetto black girl clap on me! You don't know me. Chuu don't know, me!" Stiles emphasized his latina accent with a finger wave and a head roll.

"I will-" Jackson began.

"Shut-up! Do you hear that?" Stiles put up a hand for silence and cocked his head. He thought he heard something over their yells.

"What?' the anger filled teen barked.

"Maybe it was nothing."

Stiles took a moment to take in their surroundings for the first time. They were in a clearing surrounded by aptly spaced trees. Nothing seemed out of place. His eyes glanced over a half eaten deer carcass. He snapped back.

'Wait, that thing's pretty wrecked. There's no predators in this part of the forest that could do that. Dad told me so himself when the attacks started. What happened?'

In response a blood churning roar pushed through the air, ripping Stiles from his thoughts, and invading both boys with fear.

'Michele Bachmann?'

His answer presented itself as a black mound descended from above, it lunged at him and swiped him to the side, launching him into a tree several meters away. Pain seared through his body as his vision took on a blur, the blow leaving him barely conscious.

'Fuck, Peter.'

When he brought the two of them to the clearing he had stumbled upon the same place where the vicious werewolf had chosen to feed. The beast had laid in wait after it's new prey stepped into the scene.

'First next to Jackson, now the Alpha? Why super go-go powers, why do you betray me so?'

Stiles needed to protect Jackson. No doubt the Alpha would make his move and try to take the boy out if Jackson didn't beg him to give him the bite first, then he would move to finish off Stiles. Stiles weakly lifted his head up, his eyes able to make out shapes through the blur. He could see Jackson on the ground, crawling away backwards, and the distinct shape of the Alpha slowly stalking towards him. He could hear Jackson mumbling incoherent things, based on the fear he was about to die.

He had to save Jackson, but he could tell that his body could only handle one more step. He needed to take at least two to get to Jackson and get them both to safety, but the strike had hurt him bad, he would be surprised if nothing was broken. He could only make one more jump before his body wouldn't be able to support his powers anymore. Fighting through the painful fog Stiles tried to figure out the his next move.

Jackson hurriedly scuttled away from the menacing beast that was approaching him as if he were prey. He was frantic. This was his and the beast's third encounter and he had a sinking feeling his luck was running out. In the face of the piercing white fangs he was to scared to even ask for the precious cursed bite he sought. He only wanted to survive.

"G-G-G-Go on, ju-just take Stiles. He's the Sheriff's son, a w-way b-better kill for y-you. I promise, I w-won't tell a soul." He had seen how hard Stiles had hit the tree, the werewolf used so much force, he was sure his teammate was dead. If he traded his body for a possible escape no harm done.

Peter kept his forward prowl. Jackson tried he again

"Lets just, w-why wai-, y-you c-could" the fear had decimated his speech.

He kept moving backwards, feeling behind him, praying to find something to use. His hands grazed something pointed in the leaves. His heart spiked, he had something that might work. He just had to get in closer. He slowed his crawl, the Alpha wolf continued upon him, nose a barely a breadth from his ankles, he planned to make the kill slow and torturous for the terrified boy. As the wolf inched closer Jackson grabbed his find and swiped it across the beast face with a yell, driving the sharp stones into soft flesh, taking out Peter Hale's eyes.

He roared and thrashed away from him, blinded. Jackson felt relief, but knew it was only temporary. Even if he ran now, Peter would heal, and there was no way he could outrun a werewolf. He needed to figure out how to get in another blow. He scrambled for more rocks.

Stiles vision had cleared but he still felt the pain. He saw Jackson go for the strike and cheered at the results.

"Go find your contacts bitch!" He laughed at Peter, who was thrashing around on the other side, trying to force the rocks out.

He pulled himself together, if they weren't going to make it out of here, than he could at least die by Jackson's side. That way neither of them faced the end alone.

Jackson let out a breath of relief as Stiles appeared next to him.

"Oh thank god! Get us out of here!"

"Can't, too hurt." Stiles coughed out.

"Still useless," said Jackson said under his breath.

The sound of the Alpha's thrashing lessened, signaling that the healing had began, it was only a matter of time now. They subconsciously huddled together for the comfort from each other's presence. As they touched Stiles felt a familiar spark.

'No. .'

He turned his head and stared at Jackson as if he was seeing him for the first time. It was small and minute, but he knew that feeling anywhere. Faerie magic.

'Jackson has faerie magic. Jackson has faerie magic! Jackson is a faerie! But the magic's so small, it's barely there. Still I can use this. Shit I gotta make this quick. Ray Charles is almost done,' his brain was all over the place figuring out how to use what they had now.

The Alpha male turned around and faced their direction. He had finally dug out the rocks now all that was left was for the tissue to hell, but he could still use his nose to home in on his prey. Jackson jumped, and Stiles noticed what he saw. He had to work fast.

"Jackson, I need you to focus. I can get us out of here but I'm gonna need your help," Stiles said.

"What? I thought you said you couldn't do your thing anymore?" If Stiles was lying to him, he swore to god.

Stiles let loose a fit of coughs. "I can't. You're gonna stop that thing, you just gotta trust me,"he coaxed.

Trust him? Trust him? The kid had whisked him away to middle of the forest where he was about to be clawed and eaten and now he wanted him to trust him. Jackson couldn't believe it.

"This isn't the time to be funny Stilinski. We're about to die. That thing is going to eat us!"

Stiles wasn't paying attention to his complaints. He was busy focusing his own remaining magical power into his hand. A golden wave built up around it.

"Shut-up for two seconds and cooperate. I'm gonna need you to scream." He strained with focus.

"What? There's no one around! Who's gonna help us, huh?" the blonde shot back.

They didn't have time for this. Peter was moving forward, his eyes were almost back.

"Just scream when I tell you to," Stiles commanded. They were running out of time. Stiles had almost built up enough. There was only one chance for this. Optic nerves reconnected. Peter broke into a sprint. Stiles cleared his mind and remembered exactly what his mother had taught him for situations like this, Faerie Defense #8, the Call of Orion. Jackson had bought them time, now he would buy them a way out.

"Stiles I'm not going die like this!" Jackson's eyes were focused on the wolf screaming at them like a fanged missile. He refused to die screaming like a coward.

"FUCK YOU BITCH. SCREAM!" Stiles slammed his hand into Jackson's back, channeling all his power into him.

Jackson felt the energy flow into him, digging into his core, then once the two magics met, it exploded out, surging through his body. He felt like he was on fire, he felt like he was electrical, every fiber of his being was pulsing out of control. The force was building and he didn't know what to do, it just kept rising, he thought his chest was going to explode. What had Stiles done to him? The energy was tearing through his body, it was reaching its climax. He couldn't take it anymore, the pain was too much, his mind went white. He threw his head back and let out scream.

A deafening sound sprung forth from Jackson's voice. It tore through the air. It was like the hum of a mountain, the roar of the oceans, and a chorus angels all rolled into one. The world viewed distorted from the force. The call crashed into the werewolf like a tidal wave of pressure. The tremendous shock sent him flying into the far ends. Jackson felt the fire and electricity draining out of him. All the energy spent he slumped to the ground, body defeated.

Stiles couldn't believe it worked! He had only heard about it, but he had never seen the Call in action. He took in the damage. Trees were fallen, rocks completely shattered. The whole ground had been taken, leaving a clear path of where the sound had traveled. He wasn't worried about the Alpha, he knew he was probably over a mile away and somewhere unconscious. They were safe.

"What the hell was that?" Jackson's croaked out, his throat felt like sandpaper.

"That my friend, was the Call of Orion," was Stiles simple answer, patting the exhausted boy on the shoulder.

"The what?" He needed explanation. Stiles figured they had time.

"The Call of Orion of was put in place by one of our nephilim ancestors-"

"Wait, nephilim, I thought you said you were a faerie?" Jackson interrupted, his tired brain still hadn't caught Stiles' use of the word "our".

"Nephilim's were our ancestors, we're not as strong, we're half-human so we're faerie's. Well not you, no, never mind," Stiles continued, "The call was put in place by one of our ancestors to help faerie's protecting migrating nymph's. Nymph's have no power, but they still have the faerie looks. In ancient times rulers wanted nymph's for their harems and as consorts and concubines so they'd hunt them down. Our people use to live in colonies and would travel from one settlement to the next. At least one strong faerie was always put to a group of nymph's to ensure them safe passage. But sometimes they'd find themselves facing small armies and their powers wouldn't be enough. The faerie would fall, and the nymphs, with no way to protect themselves would be killed and captured. Orion, a great nephilim of the time, started getting sick of all the blood shed and wanted a way to make the nymphs useful to help the faeries protecting them. I mean can you blame it him? So he developed his 'Call'. He found a way to tap into a nymphs latent power, multiply, and expand it, unleashing it as this powerful sound wave that would keep all enemies at bay. And as a side effect some of the residual of all that hyped up energy is siphoned back to the initiating faerie, which is why I feel like Katy Perry from Fireworks right now. It's kind of like kick starting a dying star. Nymph magic is already feeble to being with, then give it some faerie juice and BAM! Unfortunately it's a one shot thing cause you burn it all up, and it can take a nymph awhile to build some back. You follow?" Stiles finished his explanation and watched Jackson patiently. He was still hurting, but that magic back flow had done him wonders.

Jackson was still grasping everything he had just heard. He was special just like he always wanted. He was a faerie, or nymph, whichever. He was truly special like he had always dreamed. But wait, why hadn't he noticed anything before now?

"How come I've been going all this time without getting any powers?" He was burning to know what he could do.

'Oh yea, he's kinda a dumb one.' Stiles eye rolled to himself. He placed a hand on Jackson's shoulder.

"You my friend, are a nymph. You've got the nephilim blood, and porn star nephy looks, and a teaspon of salt and magic, but no annoying powers. You're like a Faerie Mudblood! Or maybe a Faerie Muggle, iunno, I'll have to Google it. Isn't that great Hermoine?" He honestly thought being especially hot without the supernatural hangups was a pretty sweat deal.

Jackson's face fell, "WHAT? So you mean I'm a freak without the perks of being a freak?" He felt the part of him that has just come alive die again on the inside.

"Ummmm," Stiles wanted to comfort his fellow nephilim brother but he wasn't sure how. Then suddenly he heard a familiar voice through the trees.

"Did I just hear the Call of Orion?"

Stiles snapped his head around, his eyes bulged out at the newcomer to their clearing. There, giving a look loaded with suspicion was non other than Lydia Martin.

"How do you know whaa," Stiles voiced trailed off. This day was definitely becoming too much.

She stepped forward. "That was most definitely the Call of Orion, and judging from the fact that you look like a used plastic bag," she motioned towards Jackson, "I'm guessing Stiles was the one here to initiate." She pursed her lips waiting for answers.

"You know what that was? There's no way you can no what that was. That's means you'd have to be- Ok you know what that was wasn't a Call of Orion, that was umm, Jackson, screaming. Yea! Me and Jackson fucked, he screamed, cause I rocked his world, with my penis, and his gay cock. Yup! Just two guys, screaming." Stiles playfully punched Jackson in the shoulder, who in turn shot him a look of disgust.

"So you're part of this lil club too. What can you do?" Jackson gave Lydia a look of contempt. No one around him was what they seemed.

"Yes, Jackson dear, I'm a fae, and my secrets are not for you to find out," she shrugged. She turned to Stiles. "You had to use the call for a reason. Something attacked you, was it that same fanged creep who put me in the hospital?"

"..."

"Stiles," she said in her sweet voice.

"..."

"Gemin!"

"Look yea we got attacked but you've got some explaining to do yourself. How long were you gonna keep this from me? Did you know that I was one like you?" Jackson questioned.

"Look, I didn't think it was necessary Jackson. Besides you don't have powers anyway, I was saving you a headache. I don't think this is the time for this arguement." Lydia brushed is questions off.

"Oh we are gonna have this right now. You've been keeping shit from me!" He was angry and exausted and these two were getting on his nerves.

"I told you what I felt you needed to know. Which was nothing!" Their conversation quickly escalated into an argument.

Stiles head was doing a completely 360 in his brain. Lydia Martin, the Lydia Martin, was another faerie. This was impossible. How he he not noticed? Sure it's not like he was actively looking for clues, but they had gone to the same school together since the third grade. He had to have gotten close enough to her at least once to feel some kind of faerie magic buzzing around. He searched and searched his brain, thinking back to every encounter he could ever remember they had. Then it clicked. Those sensual pouty lips, her luxurious shimmering hair, that overdeveloped voluptuous body, those sensual needy eyes, they way every boy in school wanted to do what she said.

"You're one of her's," Stiles whispered.

They two stopped their fighting and turned to him.

"What?" Lydia gave him a look daring him to go on.

"No wonder I didn't notice all this time, I was too caught up going gaga over you to notice, but you're one of hers. That's what you can do!"

"One of what Stilinski?" Jackson was noticing Lydia getting more livid by the second, and Stiles' half-answer wasn't helping him understand the reason.

"Fuck, another history lesson for your ass. Ok back in the day our ancestors use to pose as different deity's and such. Back when they were on the European leg of their world tour, they pretended to be Greek gods and one of them became known as Aphrodite. Now nephs are already supermodel hot by comparison, but Aphrodite was just something else. Even by our standards she was crazy banging. Have you ever seen Janet Jackson? Put her inside of Jennifer Lopez and you've still got a troll compared to her. Personally I think Janetiffer Lopson would be face melting hot, but still no. Her power was seduction and persuassion, and with her looks she made people of ancient times do whatever she wanted. She made men fight over her, people fall in love with her, other people fall in love with each other! She manipulated your heart, she could turn you on with a touch. You ever heard the phrase 'all's fair in love & war?' well she made it, because she was starting the wars. She was a bad chick. And all her faerie offspring inherited her slutty tricks. They can use their looks to make you think about doing what they want, and then their seduction powers just finish off the battle. Lydia's one of hers alright. I never noticed the faerie magic buzzing off her before cause I just thought that's what it felt like being attracted to her. But now I know she's just a skank. "

"I RESENT THAT STATEMENT!" Lydia screamed.

"Oh please sister, you've been using your powers since we were kids to make every boy in school do what you want. Even Jackson here was just your puppy dog. That's just wrong," he crossed his arms and shook his head.

"Wait. So all that time we were going out it's just cause you were forcing me to?" Jackson's glare told her everything he thought about her right now.

"No sweetheart, I can have any guy or girl in this town I want, so don't flatter yourself. I went out with you for a specific reason," she defended. She planned to kill Stiles for this.

"Like I should believe you. You're nothing but an attention-loving cunt. You only went out with me cause you wanted the status and all the perks. Well not anymore, I know what you are. I know what your game is, and it's through" he turned his finger of accusation at Stilinski, "And you, your lil sound trick took my power away from. I could've been great and you just took my chance and tossed it aside. When I get what I want from your friend McCall and become a werewolf, .."

'So Scott's a werewolf. Duly noted,' Lydia thought to herself.

Lydia's slapped flashed across Jackson's face. He stood there stunned. What was with everyone thinking they could assault his precious face?

"If Stiles hadn't used the Call, he wouldn't have been able to save your life! Be grateful for that. Besides if you weren't a nymph you both would've been out of options anyway. So you helped save yourself. And hun, non matter how much you bark, growl, or act like a downright jerk you can't become a werewolf." The aired around her was full with irritability. She had enough of his snotty attitude.

"Look, we're over, I don't care what you think about the morality of it-"

Lydia sighed.

"I got bit by a werewolf too. Am I another Scott? Do you see me running to Sophia so she can wax my bush every twenty minutes? No. Sophia doesn't do Sundays, I'd be screwed. Other than a new found respect of dental floss I healed perfectly fine. You can't become a werewolf dear, we're immune, our blood rejects the virus. You can catch the flu, you can catch AIDs, hell you can even catch gonorrhea from that Tiffany skank you've been banging in the locker room, but you can't catch the Bite. And you might wanna get test for that second to the last one by the way," she huffed out.

"What?" Jackson ran his fingers through his hair distraught. It was like every option before him was being closed off.

"Stop depending on other people give you what you want," Lydia scolded. "You want power? Take it yourself, no one's going to give it to you. I went out with you because I saw that somewhere inside you had drive, ambition. Because at the end of the day you push yourself harder than anyone else and get to where you want. I saw that, and I chose you because together we could rule our school. Be a man Jackson, stop searching for an easy way out. Being special isn't the only goal in this world." She had her hand on her hips and her look was ready to kill.

The co-captain was shocked.

"Damn dude you just got served. Those were some pretty insightful words, for a slut," Stiles chuckled.

"I am not a slut!" the cheerleader shreiked.

"But like all your clothes are from Hollister though...," Stiles said in a small voice. Lydia was pretty scary when she got mad.

"Just because my powers make me irresistibly hot doesn't mean I'm a slut Stiles, I just use the advantages given to me. What can you even do, turn yourself into seven different kinds of awkward?"

Stiles was about to go in with his come back when out of nowhere Jackson's cellphone rang. His ears paused at the sound.

"Really man, 98 Degrees? How white are you?" The teleporter was appalled by the nymph's choice of ringtone.

"Oh and what's your's, DMX or 50 Cent?" Jackson snapped.

"Actually," At that moment his own phone rang. It was Scott. He still had to deal with that.

'An dwe stuntin like Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada! Them basic bitches wear that shit so don't even botha!"

Jackson made a sound with his throat, and Stiles smirked in satisfaction. Owned. He turned his attention to Lydia.

"What're you even doing out way out here in the forest anyway? It's a lil far out for a jog." True, they were pretty deep for most people to normally go on their own, but her yoga pants and fitness top made it look like a jog was exactly what she came for.

"If you must know I came out here to do my Rites, it's that time of the month," she replied.

'Shit, my Rites! I completely forgot about those. I haven't done them in a few months now.'

"Right, the Rites," he really needed to get on that.

"What are 'the Rites'?"

"I'll tell you later Jackson. You know Stiles if I found a you just a lil less annoying I would say we could do them together sometime. You were so sweet to me at prom. Lets go Jackson." She turned around and strutted off into the woods.

Jackson eyed Stiles worriedly for a moment. While he was just drained and exhausted, the other boy had actually taken a hit, and didn't look in that great of a shape.

Stiles caught the look and waved him off, "Go, I'll be fine. Get out of here before she comes back and unhinges her jaw again."

"Well, thanks, for the save," Jackson turned to walk away.

"You're welcome. Oh, and Jackson?"

Jackson turned around.

"You scream like a bitch."

"Argh!" Jackson stomped off.

Stiles laughed too himself. He had a long walk ahead of him and now he had something to laugh about.

So there's chapter 5! Told you it would be up this week. Yea I got a lil deeper into the faerie lore, and whipped out some new stuff. I've still got more plans for it. I hope you guys liked. All your reviews have been awesome and they help me to continually make this story better. Also I went back through the last four chapters and revised all the grammar and spelling errors. Sorry bout that, I tend to fall asleep as I write so I don't realize what comes out lol. Review and let me know your likes(or dislikes).

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