Hi Everyone, Another quick posting!

Just some information about this chapter in answer to a few questions.

1. Ross is a werewolf introduced in the last chapter-he is sixteen and he was taken by a hunting pack as a trophy

2. I have focused much of this chapter on Jackson's mental state during Season 1 and 2-i don't think he has ever been able to talk about the true impact that the kanima and the adoption had on him but I tried to write Jackson as a cannon-ish as I could but I did struggle-mainly because I think Jackson was a very underused character and his backstory wasn't focused on as more as I would have liked.

3. This is a short chapter I know with an ambiguous ending -in truth I invented the character of Ross as another first Liam and Brett's son then Spencer and Malia's before flitting to Jackson and Lydia eventually being the focus for this character. This chapter ends on a strange ending I know but that was always the way it was intended.

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Chapter 15-Ross Killian

After seeing most of himself in Ross, Jackson takes it upon himself to try and control the teenager's anger but can he? And will the ex-kanima turned werewolf finally face the issues of his childhood as well?

Family was something that Ross really wasn't use to. The Hale Pack was something completely different. His own pack had been small enough, his father (who had put aside the death of his mate at a great cost to his mental sanity) and a couple that had joined a few years later. With the exception of his father Ross hadn't really mourned anything.

In the six months he had spent in the darkness he had channelled any grief concerning his father into anger. He would waste away hours imagining what he would do once he got his hands on the bastards upstairs and then it didn't even happen.

It wasn't that they weren't nice or anything. They had took him in seemed convinced he wouldn't kill them all or run off and his bedroom on the second floor had a nice big window and a nice en-suite with a big double bed and a clean bathtub and nice desk and table and chairs.

They had enrolled him in school a fact he was loathe to admit he had missed and they had bought him clothes and technology and fed him and never attempted to be anything but there if he needed anything.

Damn Hale Pack.

Jackson Whittemore had many faults. It was easier when it was Lydia who pointed them out but he knew he had been a jerk when he was sixteen-hell if anything had gone differently, if he had been anything different than he had been back then they he might not have Arthur and Lydia.

But there was still the issue about what to do with Ross.

The kid reminded himself so much of him back then. The anger and the isolation. Jackson could remember the constant need to be arrogant and rude in order to make sure that he didn't show his emotions only to go home and cry sometimes-only Lydia and Danny seeing or attempting to understand what was really going on.

Ross was the same. That barely contained anger and hurt that isolated him from the rest of his pack and the haunted look that was always there, the guard that wouldn't be let down, the shield that wouldn't be broken.

And it made Jackson's already patched up and torn heart shudder at the thought of the road that this innocent kid was heading down.

Therefore he focused on attempting to break down the walls. It started with a smile and a good morning. Ross despite all appearances was a great reader and a flick through his laptop history showed a great interest in legends and mythology so Jackson pointed out authors that he thought were good in that area and taped TV shows that he thought the boy might like.

It was little things that seemed to be melting the icy exterior of the sixteen year old. He was slowly coming out of his shell.

"Why are you doing this?" the young werewolf had asked him one day when the skies were becoming darker and it felt like another year had passed (and damn when had Jackson Whittemore got old?) and Jackson shrugged "You remind me of me" he said truthfully. "I use to be bitter and angry and I thought I was unloved"

Ross blinked before snarling "I don't need your bloody pity" and walking out.

"Well that was stupid" Lydia said later that night as they were cuddled up in bed "You really didn't think that he would take offence when you said that you thought he wasn't loved?"

Jackson shrugged pulling his reading glasses off (yes-now he needed reading glasses, at least Lydia thought he was still hot) "What is this about darling?" she said softly leaning her head against his chest and Jackson pressed a kiss into the strawberry blonde strands.

"He reminds me of me" he said softly "He goes around thinking he's invincible, thinking nothing can get to him or hurt him and I know how that path ends. I can't speak to either of my parents Lyd. I have two life's-the one I had with them and the one I could have had with my biological parents. And all that hate and all that anger and mistrust and pride and arrogance turned me into a lizard." Jackson swallowed heavily "It nearly lost me you"

Lydia placed a small kiss onto her fiancé's shoulder "I love you" she whispered "I loved you even then-but you're not superman Jackson-you can't fix everything, maybe Ross has to figure it out on his own too".

It was a quite next few days and Jackson tried to bury himself in his work and his impending wedding plans and his son. Ross kept to himself to but when he showed up he was tired and more irritable than normal.

And then one day things changed. Ross came out and sat down for breakfast showing the first hints of a smile when Emilee sat down, his eyes always dark and inscrutable. It was later that day that Ross cornered Jackson as he was sat outside watching Arthur toddle around in the fresh thin sheet of snow that was falling in week flakes.

Ross sat down curling into a chair next to him "Why?" he asked finally and Jackson grimaced "Because" he said deciding to be honest "I know where all that anger and isolation is going to take you, being alone…" his mouth twisted without warning "I don't wish all that angst on you"

Ross played absentmindedly with the sleeves of his jacket "What do you want from me?" he asked finally and Jackson blinked unsure-it was all very well and good believing that he knew where this kid was heading, to open the floodgates that had been steadily building in the both of them, he didn't know what his endgame was. He didn't know what the hell had made him take an interest in this kid and what he had gone through but a part of him-the part of him that had desperately wanted a father (someone other than Daniel who had been cold and distant even before the 'your adopted bombshell') wanted nothing more than to wrap this kid-this scared little boy in his arms and never let him go.

"Someone needs to look after you" he said finally and Ross stared out into the snow for a long time before he nodded "Ok" he said finally and the words, 'adoption', 'father and son' and 'family' remained unspoken but there and then with his son playing in the snow, his fiancé happily dress shopping and showing off her blue diamond (because Lydia was never that traditional) and the kid that he had long ago considered his son sitting next to him, Jackson Whittemore was finally able to put the ghosts of his childhood to rest.

Here's to the three chapters I have left-little spoiler this is the last male to be introduced to the Hale pack!

Next Chapter-Kira's second pregnancy ensures in her self-esteem hitting all low and a personal tragedy for her and Sean.