Who I Am Hates Who I've Been [Scott]

[Jackson Whittemore]

Neutral. That is what Jackson wanted to remain with just about everyone. But there were a few people that he knew he was going to have to get along, just due to pack dynamics. And one of those people was Scott McCall. They had been rivals since the day that McCall had come out to tryouts for lacrosse. And Jackson had hated him just for the pure reason that he had shown him up. Envied the kid for his werewolf abilities, and then when he finally got the bite from Derek, and turned into the Kanima, killing some people, and almost Allison. Since he had died and turned into an actual wolf, Jackson and Scott hadn't said one word to each other. 


Sure he could have driven his car, but the temperature had been getting cold, and Jackson thrived knowing that he barely felt any of it. e had been running much warmer for months, and he was glad to almost feel normal, well as normal as he was ever going to be again. He had just been out for a walk on his own. He didn't know how to even approach Scott about trying to even make up for what he had done, and most of him still didn't want to. If he had just gotten Peter to bit him, maybe he wouldn't have fought the bite off the way he did. And then maybe he wouldn't have the dreams that he did. In a lot of ways, he still blamed Scott.

Derek would never stand for such animosity in the pack, and Jackson knew that. Sure he had said that he didn't want to be a part of their little furry group of freaks. But his inner wolf fought against him being alone, and he had already heard all the stories of lone Omega wolves. And being chopped in half was just not on his list of to do things.  He paced the area by the park bench, and finally sat down. 

"Great. Now out of all people, I have to fix things with him." Sure. Ok. No problem. He hung his head in his hands, he didn't have Scott's number, and he didn't want to bother anyone with it. If he was going to do it, it would be on his terms. In his own way

[Scott McCall]

EVERYONE THINKS THAT I HAVE IT ALL
S C O T T M C C A L L
BUT IT'S SO E M P T Y LIVING BEHIND A MONSTER

[/i]" Scott let out a soft, nervous chuckle, he was trying to lighten the mood but if it was too soon it would probably just piss Jackson off anyways

But still, even if the two couldn't stand each other, after everything they had been through. For them to put all that behind them in the past would be a big first step, and that's an understatement. Even after Scott tried to break the tension on the bench, he was still unsure of what to do or even say next. Being an ally of Jackson was something that Scott just wasn't familiar with

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Tag: Jackson || Outfit: Clicky || Notes: N/A

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[Jackson Whittemore]

Pack mentality was still new to Jackson. He didn't care for a single person besides himself, Danny and Lydia, and here he was moping about being friends with Scott McCall. It was bound to happen since he joined the pack, and he could tell that it was going to take some time to adjust to it. Whatever their problems in the past..

Jackson hadn't really seen anyone, except for Isaac, since the night in the warehouse, but he figured that the park, at night was a safe bet. Not too many people wandered around in a town where their friends and family members kept getting kidnapped or murdered.

And then, with just his luck, he had a feeling creep into his neck. Someone was watching him. He didn't know who or what, but he could feel the eyes on him, before he even looked up. Jackson tried to catch the scent, but it was all too new to him, and before he could even react, Scott had sat down next to him, witty comment in tow.

A low growl resonated from Jackson, his eyes flashing blue for a second."That could always change McCall." His tone almost had a hint of laughter to it, but he wasn't going to give McCall a free pass, just for the hell of it. His close circle, all of two people had taken him a while to let them see him more than just a cocky kid with his dad's money.

He turned to look at the kid sitting next to him. Old rivals, now almost brothers due to being in the same pack. It was a weird feeling to him, being drawn to someone he didn't care for. "So, what are you doing out here? Isn't it past your bed time?" That taunt was hollow, he just wanted to break the growing tension that was already there, he didn't need Derek to get on him now that he was getting into the full swing of things.

[Scott McCall]

EVERYONE THINKS THAT I HAVE IT ALL

S C O T T M C C A L L

BUT IT'S SO E M P T Y LIVING BEHIND A MONSTER

" As dumb as it sounds, it was true. After Scott heard that Derek took Jackson in to join the pack, he knew that he would have to call Jackson his brother and get along like brothers. The thought of it was just unreal, now here he was trying to make it happen.

"Since you've been gone, there's been a lot of changes. Some things that even Derek or Peter don't know how to fight..." It was true. Demons were getting unleashed in the world, Vampires made their presence known, and even Witches were coming into play. "If we're going to be in the same pack then we have to stop fighting all the time, and I need to know that you'll have my back like I got yours."

Scott wanted, but still was unsure on whether or not he could trust Jackson. The history between these two stretches a mile long in a short amount of time. He almost has to put his life in Jacksons hands at some points, which made Scott worried. But still, he knew that Jackson had also gone through a lot since he had come back, so Scott was hoping for the best.


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Tag: Jackson || Outfit: Clicky || Notes: Sorry for the delay!

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[Jackson Whittemore]

It was hard to not sit there and just rip into Scott. Jackson could feel his old anger for the kid, about things that no longer mattered, yet they still rose to the surface, at the mere sound of his voice. He didn't know what it was about him, but surely, it was something that was going to need to be worked on if they were going to be pack mates, or even friends.

Scott took him by surprise saying that he was actually looking for him. No one, besides Isaac had even spoken a word to him, but it wasn't going to stop him from trying to be a part of their pack. He knew what happened to a lone wolf in a world full of hunters with boners trying to off them all. Kid or not. "You came here to find me.." He repeated the words back, trying to make sense of them.

Jackson had pegged Scott and Stiles for the last two in the entire group of people, to approach him before he did so. And yet here he was having a conversation one of them. "I've already gotten the rundown of all the dangers. Anything besides the pack bad. Pack good." The tone was mocking again. He didn't like being talked to like he was stupid, or ill-equipped to handle something.

And then Scott said something that made Jackson's eyes go wide; that he had his back. Scott McCall had his back if worse came down to it. Jackson was at a loss of words, and was not accustomed to the new Scott that he had encountered. The old Scott would have just tried to push his buttons until Jackson popped, and then tried to rip him limp from limb. But this Scott, was a lot more calm, more collected than Jackson had ever seen, and that was something that Jackson wanted to achieve. Inner peace.

Jackson did something very uncharacteristic of himself. He stuck out his hand for Scott to shake. "If you have my back, then the least I can do is have yours."