Werewolves In London

Welcome To London

Jackson's dad was moving him out to London. Because he actually wanted his son to stay alive this time around.
Naturally, Danny helped him pack.
They had a nice little chat about his supernatural status. About Scott. About Jackson's other status.
"So...Are you going to find a nice boyfriend in London?" Danny asked.
"I wasn't planning on it. And I'm not gay. I just like flirting." Jackson said with a little wink.
Making Danny laugh.
"You're so weird. You'll figure it out eventually." Danny said.
"Whatever. Besides, love is the last thing I'm looking for in London." Jackson said. "I'm gonna find more wolves in London. Start my own pack..." Jackson paused.
"So you won't be lonely." Danny finished his thought. It freaked him out sometimes, how well Danny actually knew him.
"Yeah..." Jackson said with a small smile. Danny hugged him.
"I'll miss you too." Danny said.
"You ready to go, kid?" Mr Whittemore asked entering the room.
"Yeah. Let's go." Jackson said.
"I'll walk you out." Danny said. Walking the gauntlet with his friend.
Helping them put the bags in the trunk. "Call me when you get there."
"I will. Be careful. It is Beacon Hills after all." Jackson said. One last hug before his best friend jumped in that car. On the way to the airport to get on a plane to London. Miles and oceans away from him.

His dad bid him farewell and left him with a bunch of rules, information and parental concern. Finally allowing him to get on the plane.

A rich boy who'd you'd expect to jet set to foreign countries for the summer...Yeah, he hated flying.
He did like traveling.
Just not the flying aspect of it.
If it was possible, he'd take his Porsche and drive to London.
Hell, walk if it meant staying off that flying death trap.
Instead, he'd put in his headphones and pretending the whole experience wasn't happening. Often making up songs to keep himself calm.
tune of Fresh Prince of Bell Air
"In the...right side of Beacon Hills, born and raised. On the Lacrosse field is where I spend most of my days.
Chilling out. Maxin'. Relaxin'. All cool.
Chasing off bums on the outside of my school. Then this Alpha asshole, he was up to no good. Started killing people in the neighborhood.
I got one little bite and my whole life changed. I got turned into a lizard creature with no identity..."
It went on like this for a while.
Jackson did give a crap about the looks he got. It was his process.
Hours later, the stewardess said something so sweet and sexy to him...

"Welcome to London. You may now turn on your cellphones.
Keep your seatbelts on until the aircraft has come to a complete stop."
Yes! I'm alive.