I N S T I N C T | Jackson Whittemore

34: free fallin' fallin

Free Fallin' Fallin'
Chapter Thirty Four

"If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing," Annie spoke through her phone to Stiles, "then he probably doesn't know that someone's controlling him."

Scott nodded to Stiles who held the phone next to him in their shared jail cell, "Or he doesn't remember."

"What if it's the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the hospital?" Annie looked up at Allison, who waved Lydia goodbye from her upstairs window. "What if it was like a fugue state?"

The past four hours have been a fugue state for all of the four teenagers. Time flew by as plans changed and charges were delegated. Jackson's father was taking Scott and Stiles to court for the "prank" they pulled, but did nothing with Annie, which means Jackson must not of named her... also meaning, he still sort of had control. Right?

"He'd have to forget everything. The murder..." Scott thought of the man found dead in the woods this morning, right after Jackson was sent home. The cause of death was ruled as an animal attack...

Allison walked over to Annie, running a stressed hand through her hair, "He'd have to forget getting rid of the blood."

Annie cringed. Thinking about the boy she just made love to killing and slaughtering innocent people made her stomach churn, and she felt the growing sensation to vomit at the thought.

"Yeah," Stiles sighed, "he had help with one thing though... the video. See, someone else helped him forget that. They looped it, and covered it up."

"Whoever's controlling him," Annie bit her lip, deep in thought. "Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?"

Stiles scoffed, leaning against the saturated bars of Beacon Hills's sheriff department, "He thinks he's still becoming a werewolf, and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing. He completely forgot the transport van and his breakthrough with you."

Annie suddenly really felt sick. She ran to the bathroom, but swallowed her sickness before she got to the toilet. She slowly walked back to Allison and mumbled an, "I'm okay..." softly. It was all too much. Jackson forgot about the "I love you's" and the making love.

He forgot everything.

Allison placed a comforting hand on Annie's shoulder, "So do we try and convince him he's not?"

"If it helps us find out who's controlling him," Scott sighed, "then yeah."

Annie swallowed hard, "Do you think he'll talk to us after what we did?"

"Yeah, it's us. He'll talk to us," Stiles blew off the idea of Jackson hating the four for kidnapping him and sticking him in a van for 27 hours, with no entertainment besides Annie's strip club she held. "Right?"

An hour later, Sheriff Stilinski stood in front of a large table, just getting back from the ASAP court meeting. Melissa stood at the other end next to Scott, giving him the look of death, while Jackson sat at the end with a smirk on his face as his father stared down the twerps who took his son.

Sheriff sighed, reading off the conditions of Jackson's restraining order against Scott and Stiles, "You will not go within 50 feet of Jackson Whittemore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically."

Stiles raised his hand nonchalantly, "What about school?"

Sheriff looked at his son with eyebrows raised, "You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a 50-foot distance."