Summary: what if Jeremy managed to persuade Clay to go to University of Chicago? On a run in the middle of the night, Clay meets a chaotic redheaded necromancer.

Pairings: Jeremy/Jamie, mentioned Clay/Elena and implied Nick/anyone female

It was well past midnight when I took my run. I had only just finished my assignment for class and I desperately needed to change before the change came on its own. A giant wolf in the University of Chicago's library would not only freak everyone out but guarantee death for me.

The forest I ran in had boarded a cemetery. A rather old one with many destroyed gravestones probably caused by some teenagers having a wild night out. I explored the graveyard out of morbid curiosity. You never know what you'd find there and I was far too wired up to go back to my dorm. A dorm that I hated with a passion, the humans stank up the place with their perfumes and they were far too noisy and disrespectful when it came to personal space.

I have never resented Jeremy for anything. Including forcing me to go to school but this, this I will never forgive, convincing me to leave for university was the worst thing he could ever do. I was in hell and I have nightmares constantly about Jeremy being killed without me being there to protect him.

I watched out of boredom when a redheaded woman dressed in all black creeped through the cemetery. She was no threat and she wasn't that interesting either. So I lazily laid there as she stopped at a grave. She knelt down besides the grave and started to unpack something. I couldn't see it but I could certainly smell it. It was the disgusting smell of rotted flesh and death.

Great. A weirdo.

I watched as she talked quietly to herself for a while and then began to pack everything away. Tiredly I began to follow her out of interest. The whole city and this is the most interesting person I met in months. Rather sad really.

It took two minutes for her to realise that she was being stalked. For a non-werewolf that was rather good. I had kept myself hidden and down wind as much as possible and she still found me.

"Werewolf?" she said questioningly.

I put an ear down and made some growling noises.

"You are, aren't you? I didn't mean to stumble on your hunting ground or anything but I had to do a job otherwise the ghost would have kept bothering me. I'm sure you had that problem where someone kept bothering you until you had to err...kill them. I'm Jamie, a necromancer and you are...?"

I rolled my eyes before forcing back into my human form. Jamie covered her eyes quickly. "Don't bother. I don't really care what you see" I said rolling my eyes again. "What exactly is a necromancer?"

"Oh...just people who can contact the spiritual world, reanimate bodies and see residues of terrible moments" Jamie babbled, her hand still over her eyes. "Nice accent by the way"

"Whatever"

"Want me to help you find your clothes?"

"No"

"Want me to tell you all about the other supernaturals? You don't sound very informed for someone that's a werewolf"

I stood there studying her for a while. She kept her eyes covered and sounded sincere. Her scent was nasty with all the perfume she had all over her but she was offering valuable information that could help the Pack. After all, if I didn't know anything about necromancers, who else would have? They might be a threat and I should know everything about them and have the Pack aware of it.

"All right but I eat a lot of food"

"Eh, there's a great 24 hour buffet place not so far. Very cheap"

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"Clayton!"

I stifled a groan when I saw Jamie wave like a maniac. The past few months had been rather good. I learnt that Jamie is in the show business and travels constantly and therefore wasn't in Chicago for more than a few days a time depending the circuit she's working on. I had passed her information to the Pack. Dominic and his family were the main ones to believe me, Joey and Jeremy of course also believed me while Malcolm and the Santos' didn't. Dominic had requested Jamie's presence for the next Meet and I'm dredging what would happen.

She would either have an accident and cause chaos or be killed.

I waited for Jamie to run over to me as she occasionally stumbled on her high heels. Despite my warnings she still wears them which I found ridiculous since it hindered her in moments of escape. She stopped a good two feet away from me and gave me a ridiculously bright beam. She was at least respectful enough to give me my personal space and not throw her arms round me like some smothering maniac.

"Hi" she said rather breathlessly, "how's school?"

"All right" I grunted. "How was the trip?"

"Went rather well, I do say so myself..."

I tuned out the majority of what she said. Jamie had a terrible habit of babbling half the time and in all honesty as long she didn't bump into a Mutt, I didn't care what she did.

"...you ok? You look rather miserable?" she asked once we got seated down at a cafe.

"Not getting enough sleep. I hate the dorm and I'm finding difficulty to find a cheap flat" I muttered darkly as I picked up the menu. "I need something less...noisy and perfumey and human"

"I got a spare room. If you pay for all the food then you can live there for free" Jamie said calmly. "It's not like I'm going to be there all the time and when I am, well, I've toned down the perfume didn't I?"

True after I complained the fifth time she stopped wearing so much perfume.

"Ok...why not?"

"Great. I'll get you a spare set of keys made today. I'm leaving again on Monday so I got just enough time to help you move your stuff"

I raised an eyebrow at her. "I'm probably better off moving the stuff by myself"

"Git"

A waitress came and took our orders. For a while we slipped into small talk as I told Jamie about my latest assignments and she told me the latest ghost story. People around us must have thought we were bonkers but I just didn't give a damn. Eventually I managed to bring up the topic of the next Meet.

"I dunno Clay," Jamie said sipping her coffee, "I have to know at least two weeks in advance to get the time off. God knows what shows I might have"

"You're not worried?" I asked. "Malcolm is a dangerous son of a bitch and I wouldn't trust any of the Santos' not even as far as I can throw them"

"I have you to protect me" she said beaming happily.

In my opinion that was just famous last words. I hope I could convince the Pack to give her a proper human ritual funeral for the fans.

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Jamie had actually gotten on really well with the better half of the Pack. Dominic loved her jokes and was laughing with his usual booming laughter. Naming her the first honouree female member. Antonio and Nick both got on very well with her too, Nick flirted through the majority of the first night and then suddenly backed off. Peter talked show business with Jamie and ended up invited to see one of her shows whenever he wanted to. Joey and his father liked her but were too shy to say much. Bit stupid really. And Jeremy...

Much to my everlasting annoyance Jamie went from her usual annoying self to even more annoying when Jeremy was around her. She got flustered and very pink that clashed with her hair. She got more clumsy too. I was constantly cleaning up after her.

Jeremy was just being is usual self. Polite and quiet. I remembered a conversation long ago about Jamie's lack of attraction to me. Not sure how it was brought up, it was a night where she got completely drunk and I felt a little tipsy. Anyway, she had told me quite plainly that I was too young and not her type. I asked her what her type was and she never gave me a full answer. I'm beginning to see her type was Jeremy.

Because of that attraction she holds for Jeremy she had easily become a target for Malcolm. The Santos' didn't like her and I know Stephen was tripping her up half the time. From the look I caught on Dominic's face I can tell that he was getting a lecture for that.

Before the Meet had ended Dominic announced the Pack joining the Council. He had chosen Jeremy for the delegate and while I was proud for him I could see the sour looks on the Santos' faces.

Jamie had then decided – and was invited to – to spend a week at Stonehaven. Fortunately it was Spring Break and I was there to keep her under control. She was as bad as a cook as Jeremy and therefore someone had to make sure the house didn't melt. There had been a horrid occasion where I suffered New York shopping followed with posh dinner and Broadway show. Nick loved every second of it, flirting with each woman he met. We all stayed in a hotel afterwards before going back in the morning.

I don't know what happened between being forced to bed since 'I looked exhausted' and breakfast but Jamie had gotten over the annoying flustering as she and Jeremy got on better than ever. Almost like they're best friends.

"I need to know," Nick murmured to me in the car, "is Jamie your love interest or not?"

"Not. Definitely not" I muttered back in disgust. "She's annoying and a bit of a ditz"

"But you like her"

"Sister Material I guess. Annoying but I'll protect her"

"Sister? I was thinking stepmother material the way she and Jeremy are acting"

I think it was needless to say that Nick earned that black eye.

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After I graduated my undergraduate degree, I worked on my post-grad closer to home allowing me to live in Stonehaven. I kept in contact with Jamie though Jeremy seemed to keep more contact than I ever did. I didn't know much about the Supernatural Council back then. Was too busy with my studies to care. The death of Dominic and the ascension of Jeremy had been bloody and brutal. We purposely kept Jamie in safe-keeping, refusing any contact with her unless it was an emergency. The moment Malcolm had fled Jeremy called her to come immediately in case she got attacked.

During the celebrations I had fallen asleep. Embarrassing but the truth. We had the celebration in the Study and the sofas there can be comfortable when one is tired enough. I woke up when someone placed a glass down a little too loudly by me. Unfortunately I didn't make noise when I woke or I would have been spared the sight I saw...

Jeremy had pushed Jamie's hair out of her face, his hands clutching onto her head to keep it still before he leaned down and kissed her.

The kissing just wouldn't stop. It was sickening and I felt a little vomit come up causing me to choke a little. This had stopped the kissing but only for Jeremy to suggest that they should go up to his room.

Urgh. I should have never gone to Chicago. I should have stayed home like I demanded. Never. Never am I going to let Jeremy persuade me to do anything ever again.

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A few years later and here I was in Canada. Far, far away from my home and Pack with a woman that I finally found a mate in. I don't quite know how Jeremy does it but he knows how to make people bend to his will. When I end up in situations like this I sometimes darkly wonder if Malcolm was right. There something really wrong about Jeremy.

"She's human Clay, one hundred per cent human" Jamie hissed as she washed the dishes. "You know that the Pack doesn't accept humans. Witches, half-demons, necromancers and vampires are perfectly fine mate material. But humans? She can't know anything of our world"

"I know"

"And you're not going to give her up are you? She's been what you've been waiting for and there's no chance of you ever giving her up"

"Right"

Jamie gave me a look. it wasn't really stern, she never told me off for more than giving her children bad habits, but it was sort of...concerned and strict? I couldn't really place it.

"She's a nice girl. Good for you but...Jeremy can't accept it. And...It's not like you can turn her Clayton" Jamie sighed. "He's going to find out, you know? I can't keep a secret from him at all. He always knows when something is up"

"He's Jeremy" I shrugged.

"Edward and Molly are scarily like him as well. They always know if something has happened even if I accidentally hit myself. They just know...i...oh Clay, I don't know how to help you at all"

"I wouldn't want your help anyway. You'd probably botch everything up and trip over me"

"Shut up you" she said flicking some soap suds at me. "Remember I can easily tell Elena that when I met you, you were stark naked in a cemetery in the middle of the night"

I was beginning to wonder if this is how normal people felt when their parents had embarrassing photos and stories of them. It was a nasty feeling. I should have definitely, never have gone to University of Chicago.