Mind over Matter

A Flower?

The next day at school everything was going rather smoothly until the final bell rang out. Jackson got up from his seat and and made a beeline for his car.

"Hey Jackson!" he mentally groaned and turned around putting a smile in place.

"What's up Danny?" He walked over to Danny's locker and leaned against the next one.

"I was wondering if you weren't busy this weekend, if you wanted to come over and hangout?" Danny suggested as he replaced the items in his bookbag with the items in his locker.

"Uh I'd have to see if I have anything planned but yeah. I'll check it out."

"K cool. I'll text you later man" Danny smiled and shut his locker. Jackson smiled back and turned around. He felt a buzzing in his pocket. He pulled out his phone. It was a text from his mother.

Won't be home tonight, late notice party invite. Feed the dog and do your chores.

Jackson sighed, she could have at least said I love you.

"Jackson! Watch out!"

He looked up but was to late. The door swung open and sent him teetering on his feet until he finally collapsed.

Danny knelt over Jackson "Jackson!"

His head lolled from side to side, everything was fuzzy. Jackson was barely able to make out the figure walking out of the classroom pointing his finger at someone inside and then another figure appeared.

"Scott seriously! Sc-Scott!" Stiles growled as Scott walked out the door past him. "Do you think I'm attractive to gay gu-" he huffed. Scott just mounted his bike and left.

Stiles whirled around and noticed Jackson on the ground "What happened to him?" He pointed down to Jackson.

"You did, dumbass." Danny growled. Jackson used Danny as support as he stood up.

Stiles was gone so fast that it was as if he melted into the floor.

"I'm gonna kill 'em" Jackson groaned.

After a quick visit to the nurse Jackson was walking out to his car.

"What the hell is it!?" he knew that voice.

"Its just a gift for my favorite nephew"

"I'm your only nephew." the voice said.

Jackson rounded the stairs finding Derek Hale standing by his Camaro with someone else who was holding up a purple flower. A flower? Derek had been Jackson's mechanic since he got his Porsche and Derek was the only guy he trusted with his baby.

"Seriously, why are you giving me a flower?" Derek held out his hand.

Peter crowded him more. Jackson could hardly make out what he said.

Wolfbane? Magic? He leaned in closer almost falling over the edge. Control of ones enemies.

"At least that what legend tells." Peter moved away a bit.

"You've actually lost your mind" Derek said shoving the flower into his pocket.

Jackson's curiosity got the best of him. He wanted the flower. He wanted to know if what Peter had said was true. Jackson climbed into his Porsche and waited.

A girl he knew walked over to Derek and Peter. Malia. She hugged Peter and climbed into the car, Jackson's winked at her as she was climbing into Derek's car. He smirked as a blush climbed her cheeks.

Derek pulled out of the lot. Jackson had some planning to do before he went after what he wanted. He drove behind Derek at a distance. When Derek turned into a long driveway Jackson spotted an old house at the end of it. He memorized the house number and a grin set in place on his lips.

This flower better be worth everything he was going to go through for it.

After Jackosn got home he did his chores and his homework and feed the dog. Said dog jumped up on him while he was in his desk chair.

"Damnit Ace!" he pushed it down "I'm busy. Go sniff someone's ass or something." he waved the dog away and went over his plan in his head.

What if Derek notices the flowers gone?
"I'm just borrowing it. I'll return it."
What if I get caught?
"I'll just say it was a dare."
What if it's just a legend? Or if it doesn't really do anything?
"I'll have a mental break down and then return it."

He sighed and signed into his laptop typing in Wolfbane Mythology. He might as well learn a bit about what he was going after. He did some research on Wolfbane. What He found was interesting.

"The Wolfbane flower possess a hallucinogen chemical that, when inhaled or consumed, are capable of eliminating a persons free will and turning them into a mindless zombie that can be controlled without any inhibitions." Jackson read allowed. His grin became everything but good.

(a/n that description actual came from naturalnews.org. the plant is called the borrachero tree. Its some freaky shit man)

That night Jackson parked his car in the woods on an off road. He took a deep breath before climbing out and slipping on his black beanie. He was only a shadow now all that could be seen was his bright blue eyes.

He approached the house. All the lights were out. It was going on 11 o'clock so it didn't surprise him that the guy had already gone to sleep.

Jackson slinked up to the side of the house. The window was open, which also wasn't a surprise it was still warm outside. Jackson slipped inside and scanned the area. Nothing.

He creeped forward into the living room. Why is the house so big!? He mentally screamed. This would take hours. Or seconds. He smirked when he spotted the flower laying atop the fire mantel. He crept over to it and snatched the flower from it, quickly examining it in his hands before tucking it away. He turned to leave and the floor creaked loudly. He winced.

"Hmmmmmrmma" he froze in place, his eyes shifted to the couch only mear inches from him and then to the body haphazardly sprawled out on it. He swallowed deeply. Shit.

He took another step and the floor groaned under his weight again. He whined. The next step gave him a bit of relief. Silence. Which was shattered when he took another step.

*Eeeeeeeeeeerrrgggghhhhh*

Nothing. He let out a breath and scoffed. The guy slept like a log. A bed upstair creaked and dust fell through the ceiling. Jackson tried. He tried so hard, but his attempts were futile.

He sneezed. Not just any sneeze but a loud and manly sneeze.

Derek shot up and Jackson's body went completely ridged.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Dear God remember that time I said you weren't real, I was totally kidding, I was just messing around. So if you could please like forgive me... Just this once at least. That'd be great. Jackson thought.

Derek rubbed his eyes and yawned. He sat up for a bit before finally getting up. Jackson went the opposite direction. He took to hiding under the stairs in the stair closet. Derek walked by, shuffling along.

It was quiet for awhile. He chanced peeking out the door and found Derek sitting at the kitchen counter hunched over a cup of coffee.

Well shit. Jackson huffed out a breath of air and leaned back against the wall. Of all things. I have to get stuck in the damn house. He pulled out his phone and decided some more research was needed. At some point he had drifted sleep.

In his dreams he dreamt of all the ways he was going to make Stiles pay.

Dun dun dun. Well. Until next time.

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