An Uneasy Accord

Chapter 47 - Spiral is for Vendetta

A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's….though I wished I owned the rest….*sighs*

"Okay let me get this straight: Brooklyn and Derek are being all hush hush about this," Stiles held up a drawing of the spiral.

"Yep," Scott huffed angrily. "They want me to help but they don't say a damn thing to me!"

"Okay so when are you supposed to meet up with the Dynamic Duo?"

"Derek's picking me up after work," Scott shrugged. "But I don't know if Brooklyn's going to be around."

"That's a first," Stiles grinned. "Normally she's attached to his hip. But what else did he tell you?"

"That I have to control my anger," Scott gripped the strap of his backpack.

"Aside from the obvious," Stiles rolled his eyes. "But at least I know I have till the end of the school day."

"For what? You're getting an idea aren't you?"

"Yep," Stiles had that glint in his eyes that normally meant some kind of pain or trouble for Scott.

"Am I going to be in trouble?"

"Maybe," Stiles would only give a single word answer.

"Is it going to cause me physical pain?"

"Yep," he smiled at his best friend before dragging him off.

Jackson had heard the entire conversation, knowing the hunter would be alone. He was determined to find out more but at the same time an opportunity had surfaced.

Brooklyn pulled up alongside the curb, grabbing her laptop and bag before heading in the coffee shop. She didn't notice the spiky blonde teen approaching from behind. The hunter gathered her stuff from the passenger side and straightened up only to crash into Jackson who purposely stood behind her.

"I am so sorry," Jackson scooped down to retrieve Brooklyn's bag. "I wasn't paying attention and…."

"It's alright," she took the bag from his outstretched hand then took a step back. "Jackson right?"

"Yeah," he grinned revealing two perfect rows of pearls, reminding Brooklyn of a shark on the prowl.

"How are you feeling?" Brooklyn gauged his face and body language as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Better now," he shrugged, "Thanks to you."

"Well that's good," she nodded. "Is there something I can help you with Jackson?"

"Well, actually yeah: I came to talk. Can I buy you a coffee? As my way of thanking you for saving my ass and to say I'm sorry for being a total stalker and being a jerk to you. I'm being serious."

"I don't know….." she started to answer.

"Come on what's wrong? Afraid I'll bite?"

Brooklyn stood and studied the teen, wondering what he was up to. But maybe she could beat him to the punch and find out what he knew about them.

"Alright, I'll bite" she finally smiled after several moments. Brooklyn hoped Derek wasn't around and peered across the street then darted her head up and down before stepping in. Jackson caught the nervous glance before quickly shifting his head back towards the door.

Brooklyn drew circles around the top of the cup as she watched Jackson battle to keep himself from scratching his neck.

"What's wrong with your neck? You keep…."

The hunter gestured at the back of her neck.

"Rash," Jackson lied.

"You know Jackson I can smell that load of bullshit all the way to the Pacific. Now you wanna try me again?"