The Mists Among Us |Jackson Whittemore Fanfic|

23: Beauty & the Brains PART 1

A/N: Hey guys! [Insert the 3000 excuses I have], and I'm really sorry that I've been MIA. What can I say, I'm the best at wasting time and avoiding my responsibilities. Anyway yea, it took me a good 15 minutes to even remember what episode I was tracked on. 

Enjoy, and I love you like I love the very inspirational and life changing quote, "MILEY WUS GOOD!" - Nikki Minaj. 

"I don't understand, so you're saying Isaac is a werewolf now?" Maeson asked, just trying to confirm what exactly she had overhead. Stiles sighed nodding his head while Scott looked away, low key frustrated that he didn't even hear Maeson come up behind them- therefore the reason why she had even overhead their conversation. "Well this makes sense." 

Stiles' head popped up at her, "What do you mean it makes sense?" His voice had been heightened and he bought it back to a whispered, realizing how easy it must have been for her to listen to their conversation. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, Derek ha this alpha power right?" She glanced between the two, both of them nodding, "And now there's more hunters in his 'territory'..." She trailed, hoping one of them would realize what she was getting to but nah. "And don't werewolves also find strength in numbers?" 

"He's creating a pack." Scott bubbled and Stiles fought the urge to face palm himself. 

"He's picking the people who won't refuse the bite, he's got a superior savior act, he's promising them things they don't have. Strength, agility- that incredibly sexy thing Derek really has going on-" Maeson smiled gently, imagining Derek's mostly naked body. 

"Okay Miss. Know It All, chill." Stiles rolled his eyes, Scott cleared his throat a little, his confidence boosting just a little bit. "What would he promise Isaac?" Silence dawned over the three as they thought for a moment. Stiles and Scott had a pretty tight friendship, never really bothered to create actual friends beyond the two. 

"Derek's creating a pack so I mean- like a family right. One that's literally spiritually bound to protect and love each other- right?" Maeson asked Scott, who more or less shrugged in agreement. 

Stiles scoffed, "Yea cause the Hales are nice and friendly." 

"Why that though?" Scott shifted, "Why family?"

"His mom died- or his brother I'm not sure honestly. He doesn't talk about for obvious reasons. He's a good kid though, great grades, good player on the team but he just lack the social skills. Like he always did- and his Dad is an asshole." Maeson sighed, remembering the time she had invited the entire lacrosse team (those of her class/grade) to her 14th birthday party. Offered rides, food and everything else but the only person who couldn't make it was Stiles, Scott and Isaac. Of course Scott was sick with the flu and Stiles decided not to go because of that. But Isaac, he just never showed, never denied the request till that Monday after.  

"Yea...asshole." Scott trailed, his mind flashed to the realizations of Isaac's home life the night before. "We need to figure out who's next." He coughed, bouncing off the lockers he had been leaning on. Scott and Stiles eyes scanned the hallways, trying to pick possibly people. 

"Stiles." Maeson looked up from the point on the ground to him, her brows furrowed in thought. "You."

"Me? Nah man, I'm the werewolves best friend, the 'human', the brains!" Stiles said proudly. 

"The side kick." Maeson bit her bottom lip, staring at him deeply. "If he bites you, and you were in his pack, then he could reel Scott in too. Two wolves with one bite." 

"Why must you make so much sense." Stiles breathed. 

"Guess that makes me the brains." She quipped, adjusting the bag of her shoulder. "I need to go meet Lydia and Allison in the cafeteria before the bell rings, but if I come in contact with more pathetic and hopeless people- then I'll call." She promised, walking off with a bit of pep in her step. The two watched, in slight awe.