justlurkinghere | Beacon Hills High School/The Hale House, Thursday Evening

Derek	While Peter was doing his weird 'let's torment McCall by dating his mom' thing--seriously? That was just messed up, Peter--Derek had been given the task of silencing Jackson. Yeah. Thanks for the little test of loyalty there. He slipped into the locker room, turning off the music he found playing to get the idiot's attention.
Jackson	Hey now, Jackson wasn't an idiot! He was just aggressively working out in a school locker room. Late in the day. Alone. Well, not so much with the alone right now, judging by how his soundtrack had gotten cut off. "What the hell?" he demanded, annoyed, dropping his weights on the floor so he could start towards the general direction of his iPod dock and the intruder. "Hey!"
Derek	You know, while knowing there were murderous werewolves running around. Jackson, you have the self-preservation instincts of a lemming. A lemming that had access to weapons. "I like your taste in music," Derek said, flicking through the iPod. It was only because of the dubstep, Jackson. He loved him some dubstep. "I haven't heard this one–-in a long time."
Jackson	Speaking of weapons, Jackson... Okay, he grabbed a lacrosse stick. As soon as he'd figured this was Derek Hale who'd shown up to be a creeper again. "I'm not scared of you." That might have been a little more convincing without the stick and his increased heart rate.
Derek	Awww, wasn't he adorable? "Yeah, you are," Derek replied, abandoning the iPod as he walked over to Jackson. "You know, I bet you haven't had a day in your whole life where you haven't been afraid of something." Just a guess from the pile of issues you just oozed everywhere. "But you won't have to be anymore. Not when you're one of us." Ugh, at least he knew this would get the kid's attention.
Jackson	Yeah, backing away from Derek when he came closer probably didn't say 'NOT AFRAID NOPE' either. Oh well, he held his ground after that. And yeah, the expression on his face changed at that last thing. Confusion, then... the smallest glimmer of hope. Because Jackson was an idiot after all.

Derek	It was pathetically easy to get Jackson to come out to a creepy, abandoned building in the middle of the woods. Seriously, how had he survived long enough to even get the bite was beyond Derek. Seriously, Jackson. Candy, creepy old van... was this not registering as a bad idea to you?
Jackson	Hey now, Jackson was a little obsessive. That led to being blind to some obvious things! But to his credit, he did manage to be a bit hesitant, approaching the house. For a few reasons. Including the way the house actually looked. "This is it?" he asked, glancing back over his shoulder at Derek. "This is the place?"
Derek	Hey. Hey. That was Derek's childhood home you're talking about there. "Go ahead."
Jackson	So Jackson went ahead. For a few steps. Looking at the house then looking back again, this time with just a little more attitude. "Is it safe? I don't want rafters falling on my head." Your childhood home had seen some way, way better days, Derek.
Derek	RUDE, JACKSON. THIS IS WHY HE WAS NOT BITING YOU IN THE FUTURE. "Go in."
Jackson	Swallowing, Jackson moved forward again. This time he even got up the stairs. But of course, he turned again after a few seconds of staring at he door. "What's in here?" Oh, now you ask.
Derek	Too late now, Jackson! Too late! "Everything you want," Derek replied, trying really hard not to get annoyed by this. Just go inside before Peter decides to show up.
Jackson	Jackson was going to be slow and annoying some more, though! Because he took his time reaching for the doorknob, even doing that thing where he reached for it, then stopped, then tried again. He was nervous, okay. But he did get the door open. Eventually. And the creaking of the door as it opened was not reassuring.
Derek	Derek rolled his eyes at this horror movie bullshit, not making it any better by silently leaping up the steps of the porch to stand next to Jackson, hand on his shoulder. "It's gonna be all right. Trust me." Do not trust hiiiiiim.
Jackson	Yeah, Jackson wasn't sure he trusted him. But he made his way into the house anyway, looking around. Although it was dark, and he could barely see anything. And yet still... "This house," he said. "It's the same h-house."
Derek	Whoa now, Jackson. Talking about his house. "What did you say?"
Jackson	"I've dreamt about this place." In a manner of speaking. There'd been fire involved. It hadn't been pleasant. "I–– I remember the staircase, I remember these, these walls. I remember... everything."
Derek	"You've been here?"
Jackson	Something about Derek's tone made Jackson turn around. "No, never," he said, shaking his head quickly. "I dreamt it." Because that wasn't weird at all.
Derek	Well, that didn't make any sense at all. Because you shouldn't be able to transfer over memories without being an alpha. Unless Peter was doing things. Damn it, Peter. But then, it was a show on MTV. So, who needed continuity? Sobs. Derek gave him a hard look, trying to figure out just how the kid knew any of that. And hoping Jack would get there faster.
Jackson	Continuity was for weaklings. But Jackson was piecing a few things together finally. "There's no one else here." Maybe that should've been a question but it wasn't.
Derek	Derek shook his head. And you should be glad no one else was there, Jackson. Because you've already seen the Alpha before now. That was not someone you wanted to deal with.
Jackson	Jackson swallowed. He was starting to look and sound worried, now. A little shaky, because he was just now realizing what a potentially dumb thing this had been to do. "And no one else coming?"
Derek	Derek tilted his head to the side, trying to listen for Jack's arrival. It was probably not the best move because his default expression was pretty murderous on a good day. So.
Jackson	Yeah, that didn't calm Jackson down at all, now that he was really starting to suspect something was up. His heart was starting to race, and he took half a step back without thinking about it. "Please don't." Half pleading. Just in case.
Derek	Oh, for the love of werewolf Jesus. "Shut up," Derek snapped in annoyance, taking a step closer to him because someone was going to walk into the stairs. Stairs being Derek's arch-nemesis.
Jackson	Jackson didn't like them all too much either, since he stumbled backwards again when Derek advanced, and ended up falling on his ass on the stairs. Not that he seemed to notice. He looked terrified. "I'll shut up, I'll never say another word again. I'll leave Scott alone." And babbling a bit.
Derek	"Stop. Talking," Derek replied, totally helping the situation with his short temper. "I don't have time for this."
Jackson	Well, at least Jackson saved further pleas for his life for now. He just looked confused. And still terrified, yeah. "Wh-what do you want?" For you to shut up, Jackson. God, didn't you listen?
Derek	"Silence would be good about now," Derek shot back with an overly dramatic sigh. "You just came out here without even questioning it. You want power that bad?"
Jackson	Yes. Yes he did. Although he had currently trouble articulating that because it was suddenly looking like a bad move. "I ––" He had no clue what to say.
Derek	"Do you think that just because you're rich and popular things are always going to go your way?" Derek snapped. Because of his weird habit of yelling at his past self via confused teenagers. "Life doesn't work that way. You don't just get what you want because you happen to be the captain of the stupid lacrosse team."
Scott	"Excuse you. Co-captain," Scott said from the top of the stairs. How had he gotten up there? Why didn't he use the door? Why hadn't Derek heard him coming? These are a lot of questions that will never be answered.
Jackson	Jackson might have wanted to argue with Derek about some of what he'd said – although probably not since he was still pretty shaken – but Scott kind of grabbed his attention. He looked back, mouth hanging open. This whole thing was just pretty undignified for him.
Scott	If there was ever a time for random dubstep music, it was now. Scott made the completely unnecessary jump from the top of the stairs down to put himself between Jackson and Derek. By the time he landed and looked back at Jackson, he was wolfed out and growling. Look at him protect you, Jackson! Look at it!
Derek	Seriously, how was this Derek's life? "Move, Scott." He was trying to actually do the right thing here. So, stop ruining it with your heroing.
Scott	Scott would do no such thing. The title of the show was Teen Wolf, not Surly Twenty-Something With Emotional Issues Wolf. "No."
Derek	Of course that would be the time when Derek picked up on the screech of tires outside, followed by the scent of gun oil and wolfsbane. An arrow whizzed in through one of the broken windows, hitting the ground. "Cover your eyes!" Oh, too late, Derek. The flash-bang went off before the hunters outside opened fire.
Jackson	And that was when Jackson did the first damn smart thing he'd done all evening, and hit the floor to crawl the hell away from the stairs and the door. Come on, after all his obsessive stupidity so far, he almost deserved a medal or something for that one.
Scott	He was doing better than Scott! Who was busy being shot. A lot. Scott was not a fan of this horrible turn of events. Not a fan at all.
Derek	"Scott!" Derek stayed where he was for a moment, hitting his head against the wall at his back. This was dumb. This was such a dumb idea. He wasn't dumb enough to do this--he was pushing himself up and grabbing Scott by the back of his shirt, forcing the kid onto his feet before giving a hard shove toward the back door. Only then did he turn around to look at the front door of the house. There was a moment of silence, punctuated by the clicking of guns being reloaded. "This is really stupid," Derek muttered to himself, going out the front door to buy Scott and Jackson enough time to get out of there.
Jackson	Jackson, at least, was fleeing. Even if it was in a complete state of panic. Scrambling out the back door even though he still couldn't see entirely right from the flashes. Didn't matter, at least he was moving.
Jack	He was moving so fast that Jack -- who was perhaps preoccupied by the entire Derek's uncle is the alpha and wants Jackson dead business -- wasn't able to get out of the way until the fleeing man had all but knocked him down. "Watch it!" he snapped, then realized who he was snapping at. "... Jackson?"
Jackson	Oh, great, just what Jackson's evening needed: a random stranger he'd never seen but who knew his name. He would've glared, had he still not been so incredibly freaked out. So Jack got a kind of a confused, wide-eyed look for his troubles. "What?"
Jack	Jack looked equally wide-eyed right back at him. He knew there was more than one Jackson, but right then -- "Where's Derek?" he asked. "What's going on?"
Jackson	Oh, random stranger, where could Jackson even start? "Look I really need to get out of here ––" Oh okay, guess he wasn't intending to start anywhere useful.
Jack	Whatever Jack was going to say, it was interrupted by a bang of gunfire. He hit the ground hard. "Hunters?" he asked, when he felt safe to raise his head again.
Jackson	See, the gunfire was exactly why Jackson wanted to get the hell out of here. He'd dropped down but was already scrambling up again. "I –- I don't know. Yes?"
Jack	"You go," Jack decided, finally fully realizing this was not the island's Jackson -- and likely not a werewolf yet at all. "I need to find Derek first."
Jackson	Yeah, if Jack hadn't figured that out before, the look Jackson gave him just now would've made it clear. Total lack of recognition, with a side order of weirded out at the familiarity. But he wasn't about to start questioning anything at all right now. He didn't even say anything. He just took off running again.
Jack	"Good luck," Jack muttered at Jackson's back. "Don't let me keep you." He slowly made his way to the house, freezing in place every time the shooting started again. Eventually, he dragged himself onto what remained of the front porch.