Chaos

10

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10; switzerland

After Lydia's immunity was broadcast to the cast, the scooby gang set into quick protective detail to fend off Derek. I was of two minds; Lydia was cool, but risking her being the kanima was a big leap of faith. I also couldn't be sure she wasn't immune for some other reason. 

I had no faith in my new pals protecting her, but I also didn't know if i should let Lydia go on killing - that is if she was the one killing. In the end I couldn't decide what to do, so I decided to stay out of it. For now anyway, I was going to be Switzerland. Let the chips fall where they may and all. 

Instead I decided to risk my cover, again, and do some recon at the police station as their favourite agent. 

"Alright Sheriff? I'm going to need to set up an office in house if you wouldn't mind," I smiled at Stiles's father, seeing a hint of exasperation at my request.

"Anything for the Bureau." He then gestured to his deputy to get a computer and desk cleared for me. It was nice having this kind of power, maybe I'd consider a career in the FBI when I was older. I mean they might not let me in given what they think my family is responsible for, but it was worth a shot I suppose. But that was all way off, and right now I needed to set out some roots for myself. Stiles had already been digging into my back ground through his father's files, I wanted to set out some online roots before he discovered how much of a facade I really was.

It seemed stupid to do this in a police station, but this was how I could keep n eye on the Lydia situation. I figured that if things got really bad, the police would be called and I could be first on scene. I also wanted to scope out the dynamics and how much the local authorities knew.

I got to work creating fake accounts and photo shopping myself friends and a family. It was tedious work and the hours ticked by slowly. It got the job done though, and I was able to use some basic equipment at the police station designed for this sort of thing, a few times someone would ask me something or offer me coffee, bu I politely declined and kept working. I could ell that it was a pretty basic set up they had here; not much rivalry within the station and Stilinski's authority was well respected. Not an awful lot happened until there was a call for a break in, at Scott's address. It was dark but I rushed out, I ttook the eys from the station for one of the police cars and floored it, wanting to get there before the actual policedid. 

I arrived and saw Issac and Erica thrown out of the house, Scott came out followed by Stiles and Allison and started arguing with Derek who was stood next to Boyd.

 I then stepped out of the car and asked, "What the hell is going on?"

"Where were you?" Allison started shouting, "We could have usedsome of your help here since you're supposedly such a freaking advanced hunter or whatever!"

"Yeah, well whatever Allison. Where's Lydia?"

At that moment I heard the police sirens and Allison and I's side conversation was disrupted by the appearance of the Kanima. 

"Fuck," I muttered. I really hadn't wanted this to be Lydia but since she wasn't here... 

My head turned when I heard a familiar voice ask, "will someone please tell me what the hell, is going on?"

I felt relief surge over me, I really didn't want it to be Lydia. But if it wasn't Lydia then-

My thoughts were cut off when I heard Scott breathe out a single word, "Jackson."

"Motherfucker."

I took the car back to the station, as I drove my head was invaded with all sort of unwelcome thoughts.

I had never discounted Jackson as a suspect, but I just didn't expect it to be him he was just so - obvious. I can't believe that I found out at the same time as the rest of those dimwits though, that was just embarrassing. But my cover was intact and I was ready to move onto the decision making process of the hunt. I had to chose whether or not to kill Jackson. I didn't want to kill Lydia so I took myself out of he equation, but Jackson could have killed her and she was completely innocent. So being Switzerland was no longer an option for me.

I didn't want to kill Jackson either.

He was a total ass, don't get me wrong. Couldn't stand the boy, but he reminded me of my first love and as much as I hated that son of a B as well, I couldn't help but feel a sentimentality for the two. Plus Lydia loved him, and I owed her for not immediately jumping to protect her. I paid my debts, no matter what.

I know what my brothers would do. I know what Dean had done in the past when Sam was in a similar situation to mine. When he had sympathies for a monster. - But their way wasn't the only way. This wasn't the way that I was raised, but I knew that killing him without trying to find another way was wrong. 

I pulled into the precinct, knowing that despite my superior status, I'd probably face some sort of discipline for racing off in a government vehicle. Instead of facing that, I threw the keys to the, now vacant front desk and made my way back to my temporary home.

It was pitch by the time that I actually got there, rather than the dusky dark sky it had been at Scott's. I found the door locked and summoned up the strength I would need to make my way inside. Ringing the doorbell, I waited for someone to answer, my feet starting to hurt. I waited but no one came. I then decided that I had slept worst places and sat by the door, using my jacket and wig as a sort of blanket I felt myself starting to nod off.