Stand By You | Stackson |

Chapter One: Someone Cares

"Look around you!! No one's here...And No One Cares!!"

Jackson sighs and grips his lacrosse net tighter. It was late and he was out alone, relentlessly launching balls at a target on the tree, just trying to best the overnight improvement of Scott McCall.
The guy had gone from an average player to a lacrosse professional seemingly overnight. Something that Jackson only dreamt of doing.
His performance in lacrosse and team captain status were the things that made his adoptive parents proud of him.
So no matter the losses, he was determined to do well...perfect if he had to. He just wanted someone to be proud of him. Wanted someone to care.

The same time in the night, Stiles was usually asleep. Not tonight though. He was out, driving home from Derek's place where Scott and the others were having a meeting to discuss their supernatural business.
He smiled and hummed to the radio playing loud in his much loved jeep, as he drove through the small dirt road in the woods.
Movement caught his eye and instinctively he pulled over to have a look. Upon getting closer he realised the movement was none other than Jackson Whittemore. The jock, the ladies man, the now co-captain of the lacrosse team and the guy who Stiles loved to hate. None the less, Stiles couldn't help but notice that he didn't look stable. Plus it was the middle of the woods at night. Not the safest place in Beacon Hills.
Winding down the window and sticking his head out, Stiles caught the boy's attention.
"Jackson! What are you doing man?" He called out, slightly regretting bothering the guy.
"What does it look like genius?" Jackson retorted, launching another ball straight at the target on the tree.
"It looks like you're alone in the middle of the woods at night" Stiles replied with a slight smirk. Jackson stopped and turned to face him.
"Why do you care anyway Stilinski?" He said, trying to sound uncaring but truthfully he was curious.
"It's late Jackson...you're alone out here what if something happens? C'mon, I'll give you a ride home." Stiles offered, shrugging off the boy's tone of voice.
Jackson scoffed but packed up his gear and walked over to the sky blue jeep.
"We both know you're way too pretty to be out here by yourself" Stiles joked as Jackson hopped in the passenger seat.
Stiles started up the car and the two set off for the Whittemore's house.