Transformed (Incomplete)

Co-Captain, Part X

I'm not sure how I get to Derek's house so fast. It's pretty far away, Mom has the car, and Scott and Stiles have the Jeep. Maybe it's equal parts adrenaline and apparently-ever-growing psychic powers.

I try to be as quiet as possible making my way up the stairs. The element of surprise is necessary when dealing with werewolves, I've learned.

"This house ... it's the same h-house ..." Jackson is stammering out, looking around the foyer.

I've arrived just in time it seems. I lurk in the shadows, waiting for the right moment.

"What'd you say?" Derek demands.

"I've dreamt about this place," Jackson explains. His eyes flicker around the dark room.

I knew it.

"I - I remember the staircase. I remember these - these walls. I remember ... everything." Jackson goes on.

"You've been here?" Derek sounds confused. I swallow heavily.

Jackson turns slowly and shakes his head. "No. Never. I dreamt it." There's a long pause, and Jackson's face falls. "There's no one else here," he realizes. He takes Derek's silence as confirmation. "And no one else coming?"

Derek shakes his head once. I watch in horror as he extends his claws by his side.

"No," Jackson starts to whimper. Derek advances towards him, and Jackson steps back, falling backwards on the staircase. "No, please. Please. Please don't. Okay, I'll shut up. I'll - I'll never say another word again. I'll leave Scott alone. Please, you can't do this! Please!"

My entire body tenses as I wait. I'm not going to move until Derek makes his first move. Too soon and I lose my element of surprise. I'm too busy watching Derek that I miss the moment Jackson starts to cry. I only look when I hear it in his voice.

"I ... I don't deserve it," Jackson pleads.

"I think you do," Derek tells him.

"N-no!" Jackson protests.

"Look around you!" Derek shouts. I jump, heat traveling along my body as fear runs through me. "Wouldn't there be someone here, trying to save you? There's no one here. And there's a reason. No one cares that you drive an expensive car. No one cares that you have perfect hair. And no one cares that you're captain of the lacrosse team!"

I step out of the shadows, my heart pounding. "Well, I'm here." Both Derek and Jackson whip around to look at me. Derek's eyes widen in surprise, and Jackson's eyebrows furrow. I've gotten them both by surprise. They stare at me expectantly, so I continue to talk. I didn't plan on having to explain myself, so I babble a little. "You're right." I look at Derek. "I don't care about his car or his hair or that he's co-captain of the lacrosse team. But what I do care about is that he's a person. He might not be the best person - he's arrogant and rude and seems to only care about himself - but he is a person. He's a living, breathing human being with feelings, and he doesn't know what he's getting himself into. He might do bad things, but that doesn't make him a bad person. I don't think he deserves what you're going to do to him."

"Not that you're going to do anything to him." The voice draws all of our attention to the top of the staircase, and we find Scott towering there. Before I could say anything, Scott jumps down the entire length of the staircase, positioning himself in front of Jackson defensively.

"Move!" Derek snarls.

Scott's eyes glow and his canines extend. "No!"

"Fine. I'll kill you too," replies Derek. A high-pitched whistle pierces the air, and Derek turns to shout. "Cover your eyes!"

Moments later, the room fills with bright light. Everyone scrambles blindly, trying to avoid the shattering glass and ricochetting projectiles. Jackson pulls his jacket up as if expensive leather could save him, and Scott stays in front of him, throwing his arms up futilely. Derek stumbles across the ground to the wall, pulling me with him. He presses his body flat against the wall. I mimic his posture. Scott joins us, but I can feel something is wrong. When I furrow my eyebrows at him, he turns his hand down so I can see the gunshot wound on his stomach. My eyes flicker away, and I swallow heavily. I remind myself that he'll heal.

"Go!" Derek yells at him. "Scott! Go!"

Derek peers around the corner into the oncoming gunfire to make sure it's safe to run over to Scott. Derek yanks Scott to his feet and yells, "Run!" Scott gasps and clutches his stomach. Derek reaches over, grabs me too, and pushes me after Scott. He points at Jackson. "Go!" I can see the growing frustration on his face, so I pull Jackson along with me towards the back. I look over my shoulder in time to see Derek open the front door, exposing himself completely to the gunfire. I turn back as his roar fills the empty house, tugging Jackson along quickly.

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Sorry that I haven't updated since January. Life's been pretty shitty, but I'm still working on Transformed.