Molly is pacing back and forth in Jackson's living room. She still cannot believe the changes. Jackson sits down on a stool and waits for the questions, even though he had told everything he knew which was really not that much. He almost wishes Stilinski or Hale was here.
Molly finally stops pacing. She asks, "When is the full moon?"
Jackson takes out his phone. He had made a note in his calendar. "In four days."
"Oh damn."
And the pacing begins again. Jackson is really annoyed by now. He says, "You know it is not that horrible being a werewolf. There are certain cool things you can do now."
That stops the pacing. She looks at him, her face saying "please continue". So Jackson continues, "Your speed is faster than normal human beings. Not like those sparkly vampires in that movie, mind you. That is totally fake. And your five senses are much more hyper-sensitive now. Especially, the hearing. You know how dogs have ultrasound? Yeah we have the same. And physically, you are a lot fitter now."
She nods, "Yeah, cool and all, but for one thing. I will be turning into a rabid wolf once a month!"
He coughs, "Actually, twice."
"WHAT?!"
"Yeah. Women turn twice a month. There was this female wolf in Derek's pack. She said so. Like I have no idea though."
Molly plops down on the sofa again. He shifts around in his seat and asks, "Molly, did you see who bit you?"
She says softly, "No."
"He will call you."
This makes her leave the sofa again and stand up straight, "What?'
"Yeah. Whoever bit you will call out to you. You are now part of his pack."
"Oh awesome. Not only will I wolf out twice a month, now I know that the psychopath who bit me will make me go to him. Really awesome."
"Sorry."
"It is not your fault." She goes and sits down again, "Gosh, I am hungry. And I missed work. Oh shit."
"Food, yes," Jackson takes out his phone and looks up at her, "Will pizza do?"
"Order two. I feel like I can eat one whole pizza by myself."
Jackson snorts out loud.
"I need to call at the hospital." Molly mutters.
Ordering done, Jackson comments, "You are thinking of work now?"
"Well, I love my job. And I might have missed something."
"You are impossible."
"I know." Molly smiles for the first time.
Jackson suddenly remembers, "Oh, in the morning, this guy came snooping around your flat. He had this huge coat on and he kinda resembled Tom."
She starts blushing and her heart skips a few beats. Sherlock came looking for her? Impossible. Something must have happened down at the morgue. Or he needed a body part. Hence he came by. No way would he come because he realized she did not go on the morning shift today. Nope. No way.
Jackson hears her heartbeat and asks, "Molly? Is something wrong?"
"No. Nope. He is Sherlock Holmes by the way. A-"
"Oh that guy who came back from the dead?"
"Yeah." More blushing. "Uh, I need to call Tom."
She fervently wishes being a werewolf could stop all this blushing. Her heart skips another beat as she realizes that she would have to face Sherlock in this condition soon. Oh heavens.
The trip to the mall is so boring, Stiles is wondering if people died of boredom or not. This was all Alison's plan ("Let's go watch a movie! It will distract us!"). Like, as if that is working. His mind is still pretty screwed up. That is why, when he could not take it anymore he had escaped from the movie hall. Scott can smell and find him, he cannot be bothered.
He aimlessly wandered for an hour or so when he comes down to the main entrance. There is some sort of competition going on. Winner wins a trip to London. He shifts closer, his interests piqued. It is a movie trivia thing. He hears the emcee shouting, "Just five questions, and if you get them all correct, you can go to London for a holiday! For three weeks! C'mon up all those interested!"
Stiles wants to but…eh, whatever, he pushes his way through the front of the crowd. The quiz begins.
The first question hardly registers in others when he finds himself shouting, "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban!"
The emcee raises an eyebrow at him. Stiles stammers, "Eh, you know the first movie where Sirius Black appears."
"Yes. Correct. Next—wait, next time let me finish the sentence, okay?"
"Yeah yeah, sure. Sorry man."
Well, he answers the next three questions. He is now really excited. He could actually win this. Like for real. He takes a deep breath and waits for the fifth and last question. A picture flashes on a screen. The emcee asks, "Can you identify these men in this picture? A hint: both will soon be declared as Britain's national treasure!" He takes a moment to guffaw at his own joke.
Stiles, however has shouted out the answer before anybody could even open their mouth, "That is Tom Hiddleston and Benedict Cumberbatch in the movie War Horse!" The other contestants all shoot poisonous glares at him.
The emcee gives him a big smile which is downright scary and shakes Stiles hand as he shouts a little bit louder, "Congratulations! You win an all-expense paid three week trip to London!"
"Go Stiles!" Stiles spots Scott cheering him. Scott comes near and slaps him on the back and says as if reading his mind (which does not consider going to London now, of all times, a good idea), "Dude that is awesome! You should totally go!"
"But-"
"No dude, take a break."
"Bu-"
"Yes Stiles," Alison chimes in, "Go."
"B-"
"No 'buts'", Scott turns towards the emcee, "When is he supposed to leave?"
The emcee hands a ticket and says, "In three days. Young man, I hope you have a passport?"
"Yeah yeah he does," Scott answers on his behalf.
Three days pass in a blur. From failing to locate where he had kept his passport to packing at the last minute to his father making him promise to call him everyday—Stiles was beat by the time his departure day arrived.
Scott and his father drove him to the airport. His father held back tears ("He has never been out of Beacon Hills without me. What if something happens to him?"). Uh huh, Stiles thought, as if nothing happens to him here. Scott had hugged him and wished him well (he was going on a trip, not to Mordor).
So after an aching, sleepless seventeen hour flight, he finally lands at Heathrow Airport. He stretches and yawns. It is morning here. He spots this diminutive blonde woman holding a sign bearing his name. He walks up to her and introduces himself, "Hi I am Stiles."
"Oh. You are so young." She looks surprised.
"Well, seventeen to be exact."
"Oh. My name is Lillian Coles"
"So…"
"Oh yes. You must be tired. Let me take you to the hotel."
"Sure."
During the drive to his hotel, he had totally forgotten the promise he had made to himself—that he will not behave like the typical American tourist in UK. But nope. He has his face pressed to the glass (well nearly pressed). He is taking in his sights like the greedy little boy he is feeling inside. But he really cannot stop himself. He takes out his camera and starts shooting. Well, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. This may never happen again. And when you live in Beacon Hills, you ought to grab life by the horns and enjoy it—his tourist self reasoned with his logical self. Yes, he will enjoy this trip. No supernatural things going bump in the night here. Yay.
A/N. Yes I am aware people do not randomly win trips to London through a movie trivia quiz, so suspension of belief is recommended. Hehehehe.