Danny knows something has been going on. He’d have to be an idiot not to and he may not be Lydia but he more then gets by.
So he knows something is up with Jackson. First his friend had been acting weird for a couple months then he up and vanishes for over a day then reappears with some lame story about being lost in the woods that was obviously a rip off of what happened to Lydia. Only everyone seems to buy it and Jackson won’t tell him anything.
Not that he can ever really get him alone to talk to him about it. If McCall wasn’t right next to him, Stiles or Allison were shadowing him. Everywhere. The last week has sucked.
Which is why it feels weird to be sitting alone with his best friend on the bleaches after practice. But when Jackson asked him if he had some time to talk, he wasn’t about to say no…but really someone needed to talk.
“You okay man?” Danny said at last, breaking the silence.
“What? Yes, no, fuck.” Jackson answered back, finally talking as he glanced over at the far edge of the field. Where someone was watching them.
“So you haven’t lost your shadows after all then,” Danny said with a sigh.
“They aren’t shadows they’re protection. Not that they’re very good at it,” Jackson snorted back with a roll of his eyes.
“Someone’s trying to hurt you? Is that what happened?” Danny said concerned as all his worry and fear from Jackson’s missing day rushed back.
“No, they aren’t protecting me,” Jackson said, his tone making it clear just how silly the idea of him needing protecting was, “They’re trying to protect everyone else from me.”
“What? From you? Why?” Danny questioned, his confusion doubling by the moment.
“I’m dangerous, powerful, deadly. Everything I wanted,” Jackson said with a smirk as he looked over at his best friend, “just not quite how I’d planned it.”
“I don’t get it. What are you talking about?” Danny asked shaking his head.
“I’m about to tell you about some seriously messed up shit but as hard as it’s going to be to believe, it’s true. All of it. I promise it’s all true, you have to trust me on that,” Jackson asked, almost begged really, as he grabbed Danny’s shoulder. “Do you-can you trust me?”
“Always, you can’t even have to ask,” Danny reassured Jackson, his own worry increasing as he heard the desperation, need, in his friends voice, saw it in his eye.
“Werewolves are real, Danny. All the killings a couple months back was a werewolf, not Allison’s aunt, she was involved but not the killer. But they’re real and I-” Jackson stopped and looked over at his friend. Danny looked confused, unsure but he wasn’t pulling back, wasn’t calling him nuts, “I wanted to become one…I got bit.” He finished, clearing his throat and looking away, letting go of his friend.
“You’re a werewolf? They’re real and you’re one,” Danny repeated slowly, reaching out to his friend as stories and rumors plan weird crap started adding up.
“You believe me?” Jackson said, doubt clear in his voice as he turned back toward the other teen, “don’t just humor me Danny. If you need proof-“
“You swore, promise, it was the truth. That’s all I need Jackson and…” Danny stopped as he looked Jackson in the face, “it’s explains a few things that have been going on. McCall’s one too isn’t he. Allison, Stiles and that Hale guy are mixed up it in too…yeah it’s explains a lot,” he said nodding as he thought about it.
“Derek Hale the one that bit me and McCall’s how I found out. So you’re right…all but one thing,” Jackson acknowledged, leaning back and staring up at the afternoon sky, “I’m not a werewolf. I’ve become into something else…and that’s why I need your help. You’re the only one that can help. You’re the only one I trust,. If you can still trust me,” Jackson said, lowing his eyes to the ground.
“We’ve always had each other’s back. Nothing can change that,” Danny stated with convection standing up. “If you need me I’m here.”
And for the first time, Jackson felt like Scott’s group latest mad plan might actually work.
early that morning before school
“This plan is so not working,” Stiles complained as he slumped down into a desk, “and if lizard boy paralyzes me one more time,” he added glaring at Jackson across the mostly empty classroom the group had snuck into.
“Call me that again and being paralyzed will be the least of your problems Stiles,” Jackson threatened in return.
“Stiles, is right. It’s not working,” Scott cut in as he passed the room, “We almost didn’t stop you last night and yesterday in the locker-room…We need a new plan.”
“Then it’s a good thing you finally let me in on your secret. Because I finished translating the pages on the kanima,” Lydia bragged as she laid a handful of pages out on the one of the desk.
“And we have an idea, but it’s a long shot,” Allison chimed in as she pulled one of the sheets out. Along with Archaic Latin it had the image of a man with the form of the kanima drawn inside it. “This is the key.”
“The key is I have something inside me that wants to kill everyone. What a breakthrough, thank you so much,” Jackson snapped as he just frowned at the pages.
“You know you really are a bastard. Why did I date you for so long, I can’t believe I’m helping you now,” Lydia said disgusted with her ex.
“Why are you helping me, uh? We’re not getting back together. We’re over,” Jackson snapped just as Scott pushed him from the table, saving him from being slapped.
“Don’t worry I’m so over you. But even you don’t deserver to be forced to kill, if you were the one being killed…” Lydia said leaving the rest of the sentence left unsaid.
“Look can you just get on with your idea we don’t have long before first bell,” Scott reminded them as he looked the group over.
“Well as I way saying,” Lydia started going on after making of show of checking her hair and clothe, “is that this is image is the key, this whole page is dedicated to explain the concept but I’ll keep it simple for all of you,” she added with a false smile. “The kanima is part of Jackson but Jackson isn’t the kanima.”
“When is the kanima not the kanima,” Stiles repeated from the week before as he tapped Scott’s shoulder.
“When he’s Jackson,” Scott finished with a smile before the smile dropped, “but how does that help us?” he asked as he looked over at Jackson who has edged closer to the group again and was peering at the pages with interest.
“It helps because who ever is controlling Jackson isn’t really controlling Jackson, they’re controlling his kanima,” Allison explained, “that’s why he’s here letting us help him and why he’s was able to stop himself from transforming the night before last. Because Jackson isn’t being controlled, only the kanima is.”
“So as long as I stay human I’m good. That’s great if only I could always stop myself from changing but darn that didn’t work last night,” Jackson said snidely to the group.
“Unfortunately he’s right. We can’t count on him never changing,” Stiles commented, “so what’s the next part of your plan?”
“Why think you Stiles, at least someone can see I’ve thought this through,” Lydia said pointedly with a glare at Jackson before she pulled out another sheet, this one was mostly text but near the bottom of the page the format changed to a hand full of words per line all centered, like a poem. “The important part of the Jackson/ kanima divide is realizing that controlling the kanima may only control the kanima but controlling Jackson does also control the kanima. It’s a twofer.”
“And it would over ride control of just the kanima,” Allison added smiling over at Lydia who smiled back.
“Whoa wait a moment, to get control back from whoever has it now someone else has to take it. Just how is that good?” Jackson demanded to know.
“And why didn’t whoever just do it that way to start with, then we wouldn’t be able to help him,” Scott asked as well.
“Because it doesn’t work that way. Giving up control of the person that is the kanima mean just that, giving up control. From what this is saying it can’t be taken,” Lydia explained tapping the papers.
“What’s the rest of it?” Stiles asked as he glanced at the two women, “it can’t be that easy.”
“Easy? You think it’s easy knowing that the only way to not be used as some murder weapon is to turn my life over-fuck. None of this is easy Stiles,” Jackson yelled as he kicked at one of the desk.
“It…it also may not be something we can do. Because it can’t be just anyone Jackson,” Lydia started to explain, “it has to be someone you can trust, relay on completely without reservation and they have to accept you for who and what you are, also without reservation,” she detailed as she pulled out another sheet with more of the poem like text, and at the end after the text was the sketch of two men, one had the image of the kanima inside him and was kneeling on one kneel before the other who had an arm held out to the kanima man. “Is there anyone you can trust like that Jackson?” she asked quietly.
“Well all of you are out. I wouldn’t trust you to take care of a dog,” Jackson shot back smirking at the dog joke.
“This isn’t a joke Jackson,” Scott said seriously as he turned toward Jackson, “is there anyone, your parents maybe?”
‘My parents? You mean the two that lied to me every day for years about being my parents. No that trust boat sailed a hell of a long time ago. The only one I’d trust is-“ Jackson stopped mid rant as he just stared ahead not seeing.
“What? You thought of someone?” Allison asked breaking the moment of silence.
“I trust him but…if he knew what I’d done he wouldn’t, couldn’t” Jackson said shaking his head, “he couldn’t still trust me like that. It won’t work. Have you got another plan?”
“We don’t have a lot of options here Jackson. We have to at least try, who is it?” Scott demanded to know.
Jackson just shook his head, kicking at the desk again.
“Come on dude the suspense is killing us. Who is it,” Stiles said as he, like everyone watched Jackson, but it wasn’t Jackson answered.
“Danny,” Lydia said for her ex-boyfriend. Meeting his scared and worried eyes when he snapped his eyes toward her.
“Just how low have I fallen that I’m hiding in McCall’s back yard,” Jackson spat, flicking leaves off his shirt as he walked out of the woods behind Scott’s house along with the others.
“Well given that at least a dozen people in town would kill you if they knew were you were…really far,” Stiles told Jackson with a smile.
“Derek and the Argents can bite me,” Jackson snapped glaring at Stiles.
Stiles just stopped and stared at Jackson for a second before shaking his head, “That one’s just too easy.”
“Come on you two we haven’t got all night,” Allison interrupted heading into the house, “I really hope my parents don’t find out about this.”
“I thought you’re parents knew about the whole werewolf thing?” Danny asked, looking between Allison and Jackson. “Her family the hunters, right?”
“Yes, that’s why they don’t like McCall. Some of them would love to stuff and mount him. I can empathize,” Jackson smirked as he walked past Scott.
“But- he’s trying to help you?” Danny asked again, glancing from Scott to Jackson to the group at large.
“Jackson a jackass, everything knows he’s a jackass. We’re just the only group that doesn’t think he should die for being a jackass. So he’s stuck with us and we’re stuck helping him,” Stiles summed up before heading into the kitchen.
Danny let his gaze drift over the group as not one person, not even Jackson, seem to disagree or react to Stiles’s statement before walking over to his best friend giving him a look and just shaking his head when Jackson just shrugged.
“You two sit down. Lets get this started,” Allison ordered pointing to the living room sofa while she and Lydia spend several minutes organized their notes.
“Do you both understand what the plan is?” Lydia asks the two once the ladies were done.
“Not really…everyone’s been rather vague other then Jackson needs my help to not lose control and be forced to kill people, because he trust me and not you guys…and I’m beginning to understand why,” Danny answers nervously eyeing the others.
“That’s because Jackson is a cold heartless bastard and he knows exactly what I’d be doing if I had control of him,” Lydia responded with a disturbing smile before handing index cards to them both, “We’re going to create a bond between you two so you can stop him from being a killer. It’s real simple we’ll cut your palms, press the cuts together and read from the cards and then you will form a bond, okay.” She said mock cheerfully.
“Form a bond, what does that even mean, Lydia?” Jackson questioned as he started looking at the cards and frowning.
“The Bestiary didn’t say much other then it was like the bond between an Alpha and it’s Pack. But we don’t know much about that,” Lydia explained glancing at Scott just long enough for everyone to see it, and for him to cross his arms and look away, before turning back to Jackson and Danny. “So we’ll just find out together.”
“What language is this, what are we saying?” Danny asked flipping though his own cards, recognizing only a handful of words.
“It’s Archaic Latin, just fallow the pronunciation key under it, I used both respelling and the IPA standard so use which every one your best with, as for what it says. I have a translation here, it’s some kind of oath thing-” Lydia explained as she handed him a hand written sheet.
“It’s an oath of fealty between a vassal and his lord,” Stiles cut in to clarify until he saw everyone’s confused looks, “Like a king and a knight, its Feudalism…we spent three months on it last year and oh my god you actually passed that test Scott,” he complained to his best friend who looked even more confused then the rest.
“I’m like a knight, that’s cool, I’m can handle that,” Jackson said aloud as he nodded to himself.
“You sure? I’m no king,” Danny said doubtfully.
“But I trust you,” Jackson answered back before turning to Lydia, “so let’s get this started already. I have plans that don’t involve always have you losers around.”
“Oh I’m looking forward to this part,” Lydia said sweetly as she pulled out a nice sized knife, “hands.”
Everyone watched as Lydia cut a line across first Danny’s palm then Jackson’s. Then the two teens pressed their hands together like they were shaking hands, and then Jackson flinched.
“You okay man?” Danny asked concerned grabbing his friend by the shoulder with his free hand.
“Yeah, I’m fine, just felt weird for a second. Whatever, it’s just like when we were six right?” Jackson said with a smile shrugging the odd feeling off.
“Blood brothers forever,” Danny replied with his own smile as he gripped Jackson’s hand more firmly meeting Jackson’s eyes.
“I’m sure reliving history is great and all but can you hurry it up, we have a problem,” Scott cut in, turning toward the door sniffing.
“Derek or the Argents,” Stiles asked as he rushed to the window to look up, “or worse,” he added worriedly.
“Who could be worse?” Allison asked pulling her small crossbow out of her backpack.
“His mother that’s who, she’d call my father which is the last think I need right now,” Stiles yakked as he kept scanning the street.
“No it’s Derek,” Scott began to explain before he was interrupted by Lydia.
“He’s not the only problem,” Lydia informed them all as he waved her hand between Danny’s and Jackson’s faces, neither man reacted with so much as a blink. They just kept staring at each other as their note cards slowly slipped from their hands, unused.
“What? What happened?” Stiles asked as he slipped over and started to waved his own hand between them and even tried to pull their hands apart, all to no effect.
“Is this the bond? Is this how it works?” Allison asked.
“I don’t know the notes didn’t say anything about-damn there must be something,” Lydia muttered as she started franticly flipping thought the pages.
“Well they aren’t our biggest problem right now. Because Derek is right out side,” Scott stated as he pointed at Derek and his pack, clearly visible through the front window.