A/N: I do not own Teen Wolf or Something More, they belong to their creators and writers only. I'm sorry for the ridiculous wait on this chapter, but school, work and life happened... But I now give you chapter 2! Enjoy, read, and review!

Chapter 2: Freeway Standing Still Today

He looked at the radio clock again only to see it was now 8:45. The traffic was backed up heavily on the freeway he usually took to work and he knew that he wasn't going to be getting to work by nine. He sipped his coffee and noticed that he was starting to get low on gas and would have to stop and fuel up on the way home. While he waited to move forward another inch, he let his mind wander.

He saw himself, Stiles, and Jerry at the beach. They were joined by Scott and Isaac and their kids, Alyssa and Eddie. The four adults lounged around on towels, sunbathing, while keeping an eye on the kids at play. The sun was shining, the sky was clear, the sea was sparkling and Jackson felt calm and relaxed. Here, in his daydream, he wasn't burdened with all the demands of the firm's intense (and at times, unreasonable) clients.

He loved his job. He really did, just not at this firm and definitely not representing these kinds of clients. Sadly, he'd been at this firm for almost five years now, and even though he had went to school for this career, he kept finding himself dreading going to work each morning. All in all, he was burnt out.

He finally pulled into the parking lot at 9:25 and sat down at his desk at 9:35, when his intercom beeped and his boss's secretary chimed through saying the boss wanted to see him.

When he entered the office, Mr. Shaw was busy looking over some files, but lifted his head and motioned to one of the chairs in from of his desk. Jackson took the cue to sit and patiently waited for him to finish.

When he was done with the last file, Mr. Shaw regarded Jackson with the slightest bit of scrutiny.

"So, Mr. Whittemore," he started, "you've been with the firm for about five years now, correct?"

"Yessir, I have," Jackson nodded.

"And where do you see yourself within this firm in, say, five more years?"

It was a simple question, but it got Jackson to thinking. Did he really want to be here for another five years? Did he really want to continue working somewhere he was miserable? Working with people who frustrated him?

"Honestly, Mr. Shaw, I don't see myself here at all in five years. Hell, I don't see myself here in two weeks," he stated. For a brief moment, shock flitted across his boss's face, but was soon covered up and replaced by a calculating stare and steepled fingers.

"Is this you giving me your two weeks notice?"

"Yessir, it is," Jackson said without hesitation.

"Are you sure that's a wise decision? Do you have any plans for where your going to go or what you're going to do?"
"Not presently, but there's a lot of things that I wanna do before I die and I also have two people whom I love very much that I can share it all with."

"Very well. If that's your choice, then go ahead and take the rest of the day off. Go spend it with those that you love."

"Thank you, sir."