I N S T I N C T | Jackson Whittemore

31: he has her

He Has Her
Chapter Thirty One

Jackson sat with his arms crossed over his chest, a look of pure annoyance across his face as he stared at Stiles, "Scales... Like a fish."

"No, more like a reptile," Stiles was deep in thought, focused on explaining what a Kanima looks like to a Kanima himself. "Um, and, uh... your claws have this liquid that paralyzes people, and you have a tail."

"Oh," Jackson nodded, "I have a tail..."

"Yeah, you have a tail," Stiles confirmed.

Jackson continued to nod, "Does it do anything?"

Stiles thought about it for a moment, "No, not that I know of."

Jackson nodded, his face immediately dropping into what his real emotions were... anger, "Can I use it to strangle you?" he launched himself at Stiles, being pulled back by his shackles.

Stiles sighed, "Yeah, you still don't believe me. Alright. The night of the semi-final game, what did you do right after?"

Jackson sighed, leaning his bare back against the cool metal of the transport van, "I went home."

"Are you sure about that?" Stiles raised his eyebrows, scoffing.

"Yes, you idiot," I groaned. "What the hell else would I do?"

Stiles shrugged nonchalantly, "You attacked me, Derek, and Annie at the school, and you trapped us in the pool. You also killed a mechanic -- right in front of me, by the way," he added. "That was lovely. And one of Argent's hunters. Oh, and last night, you tried to kill Danny, and would have if Annie hadn't of stopped you."

"Why would I want to kill my best friend?" Jackson scoffed, eyebrows furrowed together in disbelief.

Stiles shrugged, "Well, that's what Scott's trying to figure out right now."

"Mm. Well, maybe, he should be trying to figure out is how he's going to pay for a lawyer when I prosecute your asses all the way to jail!" Jackson fumed, teeth gritted, his chest rising with large breaths.

"Alright... Tell me this. On the night of the first full moon, what happened?" Stiles crossed his arms over his chest.

Jackson sighed, closing his eyes, "I kissed Annie," he smirked; Stiles made a "seriously?" face. "Nothing... Nothing happened," and that was the truth. Nothing happened. He woke up the next morning in the same spot, in the same clothes, and in the same form of mammal. Yet, so much did happen the night of the full moon. The video was looped, someone had broken into his house, and he got to kiss Annie.

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Annie faked a cough, "Mom..." she played the role, shaking her head. "I don't feel too well. I think I'm going to head home," she nodded, quickly scurrying towards the door.

Allison had already been shipped off to her second hour, but Annie needed a plausible excuse to leave school for the day to warn Stiles. Just as she was reaching for the door handle, Victoia's voice boomed after her, "Annie, hold on, just a second, dear."

She mentally sighed, but nonetheless, turned around to see her relatives. Hard to imagine that this was her family, right here... "Yes?"

"Annie. We've noticed quite a few calls from your phone to the odd one. Stilinski?" Victoria said Stiles's name like filth, and it took all of Annie's willpower not to go on a smack-a-bitch spree.

Annie smiled casually, shrugging her shoulders, "Ever since the whole thing with Lydia went down -- ya know, the whole 'naked in the woods thing' -- I've been trying to keep a close eye on her. Just in case she started with any odd behavior," Annie laughed. "And Stiles... Well, he's had a crush on her since, like, third grade, so, I'm gonna have to talk to him."