Beacon Hills High | Evening

[robinonadderall]

Stiles Stilinski	"So welcome to the Beacon Hills High boys locker room," Stiles said as he led Jack inside. "Don't worry about being out of place, you don't even want to know how often Derek wanders in here and nobody ever says anything to him." It looked like your average locker room. The game was about to start so everyone on the team was dressed (thankfully) and chatting with each other.
Jack Priest	"Well, that doesn't make me feel like a pervert at all," Jack answered, looking around. Yep. It was a standard locker room, teen boy funk, shower fog and all. But at least everybody was dressed, so it was a bit easier to decide where to put your eyes. Jack leaned against a corner locker, then glanced over to Stiles. "I could go sit in the stands, if that's easier."
Stiles Stilinski	"Dude, Scott's mom is in here, you are not any more out of place than she is," Stiles said. "Besides, there's someone you need to see--" Stiles got up on his tiptoes to see where Jackson was. "See the douchey looking GQ model talking to the Hawaiian GQ model?"
Jack Priest	Jack glanced over casually and nodded. "The one who I'm almost certain I've seen around the island?"
Stiles Stilinski	"Yes, him. Only not him," he said. "Keep an eye out for him. He's been having some...homicidal urges lately. Not that it's his fault."
Jack Priest	"Doesn't keep anyone alive," Jack said thickly, eyes narrowing at Jackson. "You think he's the beast." Kanima, but Jack reasoned 'beast' would be less likely to attract attention. Not that it seemed as though anyone cared what anyone else did in here.
Stiles Stilinski	"We know he is, actually. But we--and by we I mean Scott--have decided to try to save his life," Stiles said, not looking all that pleased about it. "So just keep an eye on him just in case he gets all...lizardy." Right now Jackson looked pretty normal, if not in the best of moods.
Jack Priest	"I hope Scott has a plan," Jack mused. His plan would be a bullet to the head, but he had to assume killing teenage lacrosse players was not on the menu today. "Anyhow, I can watch him. What should I do if he does anything?"
Coach Finstock	Stiles opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted by a weird looking man wearing a flight jacket and speaking through a CB. "Good morning. In less than an hour, the aircrafts from here will be joining others from across the world, and you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind. Mankind...that word should have a new meaning for all of us today." Stiiles didn't seem weirded out by this in the least.
Jack Priest	Jack frowned, tensing. It sounded vaguely familiar, but -- "He's reciting something," he realized. "Right?" He was a genius.
Stiles Stilinski	"It's the speech from Independence Day," Stiles confirmed with a nod. "It's Coach's favorite movie. He does this every year." Stiles didn't look too impressed by it, but some of the other players seemed to be getting pumped, especially when Coach got to the "We will not go quietly into the night!" part.
Jack Priest	"Right." And this was where Jack did not share his opinion that Americans were completely insane. "Is that ... common, for coaches?"
Gerard Argent	Stiles shook his head, looking amused. Coach Finstock finished up with a loud "Today, we celebrate our Independence Day!" and the locker room erupted with cheers. An older man pushed his way to where Coach Finstock was standing. He looked friendly enough, but his presence made Stiles tense up. "Well spoken, Coach. I might have chosen something with a little more historical value, but there's no denying your passion."
Jack Priest	Jack leaned back a little further. The coach might ignore random visitors to the locker room, but he got the sense this man didn't miss much. "And he would be ---?"
Stiles Stilinski	"Gerard Argent. Hunter currently masquerading as the principal," Stiles murmured. "Now if he starts making trouble I don't want you to do anything but run."
Jack Priest	Jack nodded grimly. "I can't promise, but I'll try," he said. "He's not going to notice me, is he?" If he did, he hadn't given any sign of it yet. But that didn't mean much -- you wouldn't be a successful hunter if you went after your prey in front of everyone.
Stiles Stilinski	Stiles shook his head. "He knows about Scott though. The Argents are supposed to follow a code where they don't hurt wolves that haven't done anything or the humans involved with them. But a few of them haven't gotten that memo." "I'd say ask Derek about it, but you really don't want to open that subject with him."
Jack Priest	Jack raised both eyebrows. "No. He's paranoid enough; I don't like exciting it. I'll just be careful."
Gerard Argent	That would probably be for the best Jack, 'cause this guy could get weird and creepy even when he was giving a pep talk. "I know you'll all be brilliant tonight. Now I know I'm your principal, but I'm also a fan, so don't think I'll be content to watch you merely beat this team," Gerard said. "Get out there and murder them." That wasn't foreboding at all.
Jack Priest	"That might be where I make my exit," Jack decided, under his breath. Hunters started talking about murders, and he got touchy. "Good luck."
Stiles Stilinski	"I'll benchwarm to the best of my ability," Stiles said, understanding why Jack would be uncomfortable. He was uncomfortable and he was human. "Be careful out there, Jack."

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Stiles Stilinski	Stiles found himself sitting next to Scott of all people on the bench. Scott's poor grades had finally screwed him over pretty good and he wasn't allowed to play in the game. It was like a flashback to pre-wolf days, it would have been funny if, you know, he wasn't afraid Jackson was going to lizard out and murder everyone.
Scott McCall	Scott looked pretty worried himself. He knew Gerard had a reason for enforcing his academic probation, so it was likely something was going to go down tonight. "Your dad coming?"
Stiles Stilinski	"Yeah, he's next to Jack and your mom," Stiles said, turning his head towards where they were in the stands. "I told Jack about Gerard."
Scott McCall	"Good," Scott said with a nod. "He should know he's dangerous." Scott bit down on his lip and looked over the stands. "Have you seen Allison?"
Stiles Stilinski	Stiles shook his head. "Have you seen Lydia?"
Scott McCall	"Not yet." Some part of Scott hoped she wouldn't show. Lydia had been through enough, she didn't need to see Jackson hurt if it came to that.
Stiles Stilinski	"You know what's going on?" Stiles asked. It hurt having to ask Scott that. If this had been a few months ago, Stiles wouldn't have had to ask. He would have already known everything because he and Scott never hid anything from each other.
Scott McCall	Scott shook his head. "Not yet."
Stiles Stilinski	"It's gonna be bad, isn't it?" Stiles asked, trying to keep his voice steady. "I mean people screaming, running for their lives, blood, killing, maiming, kind of bad."
Scott McCall	Leave it to Stiles to put things in the most horrifying way possible. "Looks like it."
Stiles Stilinski	Stiles took a deep breath, running a hand over his hair. He looked back over to where his father and Jack were sitting and felt his chest tighten when he thought about them getting hurt. What had he been thinking, asking them to come here? "Scott...the other night, seeing my dad getting hit over the head by Matt while I'm just lying there and I can't even move..." Stiles shook his head. "It--I just want to help, you know? But I can't do the things that you can do, I can't." If Stiles knew things would have ended like this he would have said yes to Peter when he offered the bite. Maybe then what happened at the station wouldn't have happened and then maybe he wouldn't feel so goddamn worthless sitting here right now.
Scott McCall	Scott looked surprised. Stiles so rarely opened up about stuff like this and the fact he was doing it now...well, Scott wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box but he could tell when Stiles was scared. "It's okay." It was okay. Scott knew how necessary Stiles was, and was well aware of the fact that both he and Derek would have been dead several times over if it hadn't been for him.
Stiles Stilinski	Stiles shook his head. "We're losing, dude."
Coach Finstock	"What the hell are you talking about, the game hasn't even started," Finstock said, pushing his way between Stiles and Scott. "Now put on your helmet and get out there, Stilinski, you're in for Greenberg."
Stiles Stilinski	"What? What happened to Greenberg?" Stiles said, looking around the field. It would be like Greenberg to accidentally chop off his hand or something before the game.
Coach Finstock	"What happened to Greenberg?" Finstock repeated. "He sucks, and you suck slightly less."
Stiles Stilinski	Stiles' jaw dropped open. "I'm playing? On the field? With the team?"
Coach Finstock	"Yes," Finstock said, rolling his eyes. "Unless you'd rather play with yourself."
Stiles Stilinski	"I already did that today," Stiles said, ignoring Scott's amused look. "Twice." Yes, even with all the impending doom and Jack as a guest in his house. Sorry, Jack.
Coach Finstock	Finstock made a disgusted noise and pushed Stiles' shoulder. "Get the hell out there!"

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Sheriff Stilinski	Shortly before the game started, the Sheriff took a seat in the stands next to a pretty older woman and a teenage redhead. He looked considerably less thrilled than the other two, but they were the ones that would get to see their loved ones play, so.
Jack Priest	"Hi," Jack said, sidling onto the bench next to the sheriff. He didn't look thrilled either, but some of that was because he was also keeping an ear on Scott and Stiles. He leaned forward a bit to introduce himself to the redhead and the older woman. "I'm Jack, and I'm visiting Stiles. I know nothing about lacrosse other than that there are probably balls and nets involved."
Sheriff Stilinski	"There's not much more to it than that," Sheriff Stilinski assured him. "This is Scott's mother Melissa and the redhead is Stiles' friend Lydia." Friend, object of lust and affection, same thing. "I hope Stiles warned you about his status on the team because if you're watching for him you're in for some disappointment."
Jack Priest	"He implied it," Jack nodded. "Though I'm not sure how he's on the team at all, if he switched schools." Melissa and Lydia got a fast but warm smile. "Does Scott get more play time than Stiles?"
Lydia Martin	"He's co-captain so, yes," Lydia answered. "But it doesn't look like he's playing tonight. That better not screw us over or I swear I will make McCall suffer for it." That earned Lydia a side glance from Scott's mother but Scott was flunking several classes so Lydia kind of had a point.
Jack Priest	Jack nodded, but frowned down at the bench, tilting his head a bit to more clearly hear what the coach was saying. "... tonight may be an exception."
Sheriff Stilinski	"Oh god," Sheriff Stilinski groaned as he saw Stiles getting off the bench. "What's my son doing on the field?"
Jack Priest	"... he hasn't totally embarrassed himself yet?" Of course, he'd been on the field all of 15 seconds. The game was young.
Stiles Stilinski	Let's say you jinxed him, Jack. Yes, you jinxed him and that is totally why as soon as the whistle blew Stiles was tackled by the opposing side. And then during the next play he got smacked in the head with the ball. It wasn't because he sucked, it was because he was jinxed. Really.
Lydia Martin	Lydia winced when Stiles got hit with the ball. "Maybe he's just warming up?" As if on cue, Stiles got tackled once again. "Oh, okay...maybe not..."
Jack Priest	"What's number 14 doing?" Jack asked, frowning over at that player uneasily. He was almost certain this wasn't the kind of game where you wanted to take out people on your own side.
Isaac Lahey	Sure enough, Isaac was out on the field knocking out the Beacon Hills players one by one. The bench was slowly getting cleared of players but it seemed like every time one went on the field, Isaac knocked another one on their ass. Soon there would be no choice but to put Scott on the field. Huh. That was convenient. Isaac was on a roll until a brush with Jackson left him paralyzed on the field. Now Scott definitely had to get on the field. So hooray?
Jack Priest	Maybe hooray? Jack was starting to wonder exactly what percentage of the Beacon Hills lacrosse team had supernatural powers. He leaned forward, elbows on knees that bounced with a bit of a nervous jiggle. "Ball's going toward Stiles," he realized softly, and in a tone that suggested he did not expect this to end well.
Sheriff Stilinski	"Oh god." The Sheriff was practically watching through his fingers. "Pick up the ball, Stiles. Don't just stare at it, pick it up." He could even hear Coach Cupcake (or whatever his last name was) shouting at Stiles to pick up the ball.
Stiles Stilinski	Despite what Coach was shouting, Stiles wasn't stupid. It just took his brain a second to get over his nervousness and actually pick up the ball. Once he had it cradled though, he was bolting down the field, screaming his head off once the other players started running after him. When he got to the goal there was a moment's hesitation (with Coach Finstock shouting "SHOOT IT" from the sidelines frantically) before he actually reached back and shot the ball into the goal. And it went in. Holy shit it went in. He scored a goal!
Jack Priest	Wait, how did that happen? Jack let out a whoop that might have embarrassed the people he was sitting with, then went back to gnawing on his nails.
Lydia Martin	Don't worry, Jack. You couldn't possibly be cheering louder than Lydia was right now. And after Stiles managed to score a second and third goal? She was outright screaming in excitement. People took lacrosse very seriously here in Beacon Hills, just in case you had any doubts about that. The whole place was going crazy, especially now that the clock was running down and it was becoming obvious Stiles had won the game for the team.
Jack Priest	Jack got swept up in the excitement and jumped to his feet. He might just shout himself hoarse: It was that kind of night. And if part of his excitement was the growing possibility they'd get to the end of the game without further disaster -- he wasn't going to think about that, for fear he'd jinx himself.
Stiles Stilinski	When the clock ticked down to zero and they had officially won the game Stiles found himself mobbed by teammates, congratulating him and finally making him feel like an actual member of the team like they had never done before. Of course it figured the lights would go out before he could really enjoy it. There was immediate panic, from on the field and by the people in the stands but Stiles remained calm. He knew that this wasn't coincidence because this was Beacon Hills where everything led to some sort of disaster. Stiles tried to make his way to Jack and his father in the stands but it was pitch black and people were panicking and running around. The noise was so loud that when Stiles shouted when he felt hands grab the back of his shoulders and start forcefully dragging him away it couldn't be heard over the other screams.
Jack Priest	Jack could see in the dark now, but that didn't help him much when people were shoving against him and falling over each other as they tried to figure out what was going on. Anyhow, he wasn't sure where to look, and all the screams were blending together into an undifferentiated roar. The lights snapped back on, revealing a prone figure near the center of the field. "Jackson," Jack said, certain of it even as he wasn't sure how he knew.
Lydia Martin	"Jackson?" Lydia repeated. "It's Jackson?!" And that would be Lydia scrambling to run to the center of the field with Mrs. McCall running behind her. Mrs. McCall pushed a way through the crowd, shouting that she was a nurse and crouching down beside Jackson's body. "He's not breathing," she said. "Lydia, I need you to lift his head up a little..." Scott and Isaac were joining the circle around Jackson now, Isaac looking like he hadn't had to be carted off the field only a few minutes earlier.
Jack Priest	Jack followed everyone else down, staying at the fringes of the cluster around Jackson: Of everyone, he had the least right to crowd in. It didn't stop him from worrying, though. He smelled a twinge of Jackson's tainted blood in the air, and something else that had him narrowing his eyes at Isaac. Another lycan. Well. Now he knew how he'd been knocking everyone else down.
Isaac Lahey	Yep, totally a wolf. He even smelled a bit like Derek. Isaac wasn't really in the right frame of mind to notice an unfamiliar wolf, instead focused on sticking close to Scott and frowning when Mrs. McCall lifted one of Jackson's hands away to reveal a bloody wound on his side. "Look at his hand," Isaac said, nudging Scott. Scott looked down and frowned when he saw Jackson's bloody fingertips. "He did it to himself."
Jack Priest	Hearing Scott, Jack looked down to Jackson's hands and side to confirm the theory -- and it certainly looked like the wound was self-inflicted to him, too -- then over at the other wolves. "Do you think he chose to do it?" he asked them, in a voice just above a breath. Look, taking advantage of wolf senses wasn't just for creepy hunters.
Scott McCall	"He had claws in kanima form, and there were no wolves on the field when it happened," Scott said. He looked over at a wary-looking Isaac. "It's okay, he's Stiles' friend."
Sheriff Stilinski	Speaking of Stiles, the Sheriff was wandering around the crowd, calling Stiles' name. "Stiles? Stiles! Where's my son?" There had been so much commotion over Jackson that the fact Stiles wasn't there had slipped on by.
Jack Priest	"It's Jack. Sorry for skipping the introduction," Jack said, still concentrating hard. "No, but he's supposed to have a master, isn't he? I wonder if --" And then he heard the sheriff and exactly why Jackson had offed himself mattered a bit less. "I don't see Stiles either," he realized. "Do you?"
Scott McCall	Scott paled considerably and frantically looked around, sniffing the air to catch Stiles' scent. "He's not here. Shit, Jack, Gerard said he'd hurt someone if I didn't do what he said and I thought he meant Isaac, I didn't think--" He took in a deep breath because the last thing tonight needed was for him to shift on the field. "We have to find him. Gerard's not like other hunters he will hurt humans."
Jack Priest	Jack swore and shoved his hair off his forehead. "All right," he said, and glanced from Scott to Isaac. "It's your territory. Tell me where to look first and I will."
Scott McCall	Oh god, Jack, you were putting Scott in charge. The man who readily admits he never knows what he's doing. "I'll take Isaac to the locker room and have him get Stiles' scent and we'll try to follow it from the field," Scott decided. "I'll give you the Argents address and you could try the wooded area around there? They've dragged people out there before." And bisected omegas out there right in front of Scott. "Don't get anywhere near the Argents though, Jack. Even the ones I used to trust aren't really stable right now."
Jack Priest	Better Scott in charge than the guy who'd spent less than six hours in town? "They sound lovely," Jack said dryly as he nodded his agreement. "All right. I'll check through the woods and call you if I find him. And if anyone seems to be hunting out there, I'll go the other way."
Scott McCall	"Good," Scott said, frowning when he saw the paramedics coming onto the field to collect Jackson's body. "We better do this now before the Sheriff wants us all to go to the station for questioning or something."

[Preplayed with the fabulous bitten_notshy and events taken from Teen Wolf 2x11 "Battlefield". NFB, NFI but OOC is fine. Post 1 of 3 I'm getting up before work, sorry]