Title: Trust 2/4
Title: Trust 2/4
Word Count: 2,256
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Danny, Jackson, cast
Summary: Danny has always been there for Jackson, and now Jackson needs help from someone he can trust more than ever. Is Danny still that someone?
Author's Notes: So this was written post 2X06 because I started watching the show last weekend and that's what I had. And well the two day wait to see any more gave me this idea. 2x07 and 2x08 have rendered it completely AU so I’m just ignoring anything after 2X06
Last Part,
“How did we get here?”
“Where is here?” Danny added to Jackson’s question as he joined Jackson in looking at the woods around them, trying to place where they were before his eyes fell on the remains of an old decrepit house.
“Why are we here Danny? Why’d we come here?” Jackson asked as he took looked at the ruins.
“Like I have any idea?” Danny shot back, “I don’t even know where here is, last I remember we were in McCall’s living room not…wherever here is.”
“It’s the old Hale place. And you don’t remember? Nothing between McCall’s and here? That’s not good,” Jackson said worried and scared suddenly as he started glancing around at the woods around them.
“You not remembering isn’t good either Jackson. Why would we have come here?” Danny asked, joining Jackson in scanning the trees for…anything.
“Yeah but I’ve been forgetting a lot of things lately. I’ve become disturbingly used to it,” Jackson answered. “I’m more worried that it’s suddenly contagious.” He added before heading for the Hale house, only to get jerked to a stop after his second step. “What the hell-”
“Jackson?” Danny said worriedly as he looked at where their hands were still joined, and he didn’t seem to be able to let go. “I can’t seem to-“
“Neither can I…we had just put them together. Did you say any of the words on Lydia’s card?” Jackson asked, glaring at his hand trying to pull them apart. Going so far as to grab Danny’s wrist with his free hand before trying to pry them away from one another.
“No, did you,” Danny asked in return, adding his own strength to the effort to pull them apart. “I don’t think this is working Jackson.”
“No, it’s not,” Jackson snapped giving their hands one last jerk before given up. “It must be the bo-is that my Porsche? If it’s Stilinski I’ll Molotov him,” he growled, marching toward his approaching car with Danny in tow.
“You’re not Molotov-ing anyone Jacks-it-doppelgangers are real now too?” Danny asked stunned stared at Jackson driving his Porsche to the front of the Hale house before climbing out of it.
“Ah…I have no idea what that is,” Jackson answered, as he watched himself walk toward the front of the house before stopping and turning around and getting back in his car only to get out again.
“What are you-he-it, whatever, doing?” Danny said puzzled as they watched.
“It’s the day I got bit,” Jackson just whispered, his free hand going to his hip.
“What? Is that you?” Danny asked unsure.
“It’s the day I asked Derek to bite me. We aren’t here; this is all in my head. We’re seeing my memory,” Jackson said slowly before walking toward the house and car and watched himself stop in front of the main door, taking a breath and squaring his shoulders before going inside.
And suddenly they were inside as well, watching as Derek leaped down handing next to the demanding Jackson before lunging at the teen with his teeth. The savage lupine smirking darkly when Jackson pushed himself back, his eye shut tight, his whole body trembling.
“You say you want the bite, but you pull away when I try to give it to you,” Derek comment as he watched Jackson try to slide away from him, only for the new Alpha to step forward.
“I-I was just surprised. I thought we’d have to talk first or something,” Jackson answered, swallowing hard when he realized that in trying to step away from Derek, the werewolf was now between him and the door.
“Then talk,” Derek said simple, glaring at Jackson.
“Tell me somebody knew you were here, anybody?” Danny asked his Jackson as he watched the memory play out.
Jackson didn’t answer; he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene before them. Memory Jackson was slowly backing up the stairs now and Jackson saw the exact moment it happened. He hadn’t pulled his foot up high enough and fell back rather than step back, and in a blink memory Derek was on him.
He couldn’t look away. Couldn’t hear Danny calling his name, shaking him. the only thing he could see was Derek, just like last time.
Only this time Jackson could see Derek’s claws digging into the wooden steps. Becoming more wolf-like before cutting a slice down his shirt and bringing his wolf teeth to his still human hip. Before all he’s seen was the red, just those red eyes.
“Jackson!”
“What?” Jackson said with a start, feeling like he was snapping awake at the sound of Danny yelling his name. They weren’t at the Hale house; they were…”Is this your kitchen?”
“Kind of, are you okay Jackson?” Danny questioned, still holding his best friend in a hug.
“Yes, why wouldn’t I be?” Jackson answered automatically, looking around the kitchen he noticed a few things were out of place, the walls were the wrong color, the counters looked odd, and Danny’s mother looked…off, “Why does everything look-“ he started asking until Danny caught his eyes and looked toward the table. Jackson followed them, right to a small dark haired kindergartner drawing something, Danny.
“I saw the look on your face and I just wanted us somewhere you’d be safe. Guess it’s not just your memories,” Danny explained, wondering how long Jackson would let him hold him.
“Oh…why now?” Jackson asked, going on when he saw the confusion on Danny’s face, “why when you were what five and not now now?”
“I don’t know,” Danny answered shrugging, “I just wanted safe. I wasn’t thinking of any one moment. And I’m six…I think.”
“Okay. Now what?” Jackson asked, leaning into Danny as he watched the younger version of his best friend draw their schools playground.
“Mommy what does adopted mean?” memory Danny asked put down his crayon before Danny could even try to answer Jackson’s question.
“Do you mean like adopting a pet? Like Mr. Bunny?” Ms. Mahealani asked looking up from the fruit she’s cutting up.
“Not Mr. Bunny it’s J-…someone in class,” memory Danny clarified for his mother.
“One of your friends said they’re adopted?” She asked, washing her hands and sitting down next to her son as he nodded. “Well what it means is his biological- first- mother and father couldn’t be his parents so they found other another couple that really wanted a child to love and call theirs’ and they became his new parents, his family.”
“It’s me, right after I found-you told someone,” Jackson asked, staring at the mother and son as if he couldn’t understand, or believe what he was seeing as the two kept talking, asking about the drawing, school…just talking.
“She didn’t know it was you Jackson, not until everyone found out,” Danny told Jackson answering the question he knew was on his best friend’s mind. “Promise.”
“I know, I trust you,” Jackson said finally looked away from the two and toward Danny. “Was this was right before the sleepover were we-”
“Yeah, it is,” Danny confirmed, realizing why they landed in this memory, “we had just talked about it, that must be why six year old me and not, well present me or anything.”
“Everything was so much easier back-what was that?” Jackson said suddenly diverted by the movement outside the window.
“Something green,” Danny answered as he headed for the back door pulling Jackson with him.
But instead of exciting into the back yard they stepped from the house into a large warehouse filled with strobbing lights and grinding bodies.
“The Club, why-” Danny started to question when Jackson’s grip on his hand tightened and when he looked at his friend he could see the other teen has turned paled, “Jackson?”
“No, not here, not-Anywhere else,” Jackson rambled, squeezing his eyes tight as the whole shifted again.
They were at another spacious building, this time an auto garage.
“Jackson why didn’t you want to see-fuck what is that?!” Danny exclaimed as the kanima slipped past them and toward a familiar blue jeep that was being worked on by a mechanic.
“That…I pretty sure that’s me. Kanima me anyways. I’ve never actually seen a photo but how many lizard creatures can there be…” Jackson informed Danny as they watched the kanima slowly creep down the jeep before slicing the back of the mechanic’s neck then cutting the hydraulics on the lift.
“Yo-its killing him, did kill him,” Danny said stunned, watching the lift getting closer and closer to the paralyzed mechanic.
“And he’s not the only one,” Jackson said, “it’s seems I’m really good at killing, the only thing I’m good at,” he added, his voice bitter to Danny’s ears.
“Did you want to?” Danny asked, tearing his eyes away from the victim, “I know Lydia said you were being controlled but…did you want to do it? Enjoy it?” Danny demanded to know.
“What the hell man?! No I don’t even remember any of it and no, I didn’t want to kill them. That’s why I’ve been working with the dork pack to stop it, me. I don’t want this, I don’t like killing. This isn’t want I signed on for when I asked for the bite, Danny,” Jackson answered, indignation clear in his tone, “should have known Derek wouldn’t have been able to do it right, not if he was so pathetic he needed McCall’s help.”
“Dude, you need McCall’s help,” Danny joked back trying to lighten the mood.
“Yeah, because he infected me with his patheticness. Its suck,” Jackson responded just as the world changed again, one more taking them to outside the Hale House, this time some time after nightfall.
At first it looked like nothing was happening, then Danny noticed Allison kneeling next to a man trying to make him wake up but before he could move to get a better look someone was being through out a window followed by a massive beast, then Jackson’s Porsche and the beast was on fire then human and…it was just all so much.
“What all just happened?” Danny asked Jackson as he watched memory Scott and memory Derek Hale glaring at each other.
“It’s the night we killed the old Alpha, Derek’s uncle or something. It’s the night I first became a murder,” Jackson said softly, his eyes fixed on the body.
“Wait, no,” Danny declared forcedly, “This was the guy that tried to kill you in the school right? And the one that killed all those other people right?” he confirmed before going on, “Then it was self-defense. He was trying to kill you.” He told his friend trying to get Jackson to meet his eyes.
“I’ve killed Danny, how can you-” Jackson whispered until he was cut off by the tight hug he was pulled into.
“Because we’re brothers, remember.” Danny told him closing his eyes and focusing.
The world shifted. Once more it was a young Danny in front of him but this time he wasn’t alone. Next to his was a small Jackson, arms hugging his knees and a frown on his face as he looked at the pocket knife in memory Danny’s hand.
“Are you sure this is safe?” memory Jackson asked glancing at his hand.
“They do it in the movies and on TV, it has to be safe,” memory Danny answered, opening the knife, “and then we’ll be brothers forever.” He declared.
“Are you sure you want…even my parents don’t…” memory Jackson said quietly, looking at his hand and not at memory Danny.
“Always. Bestest friends and brothers forever, right,” both Dannys said in unison as memory Danny took memory Jackson’s hand and Danny squeezed their linked hand.
“Yeah, forever,” both Jackson’s responded, their voices hesitant, unsure; until teen Jackson went on. “I need to stop doubting you. You’ve never given me any reason to…” he paused for a moment and watched as they’re younger selves poked their fingers and pressed them together.
“There is something you need to see. I-I tried to kill you Danny, I almost did,” Jackson said slowly not meeting his friend’s eyes until the every end; just as their surrounding faded into mist and flashing lights, the air filling with load music.
“The club?...When we were, drugged…paralyzed, that was the Kanima,” Danny realized just as he saw the creature in the fog heading straight through a group of guys heading for memory Danny, slicing all the way. “Why did your master want me dead?”
“I don’t know why I tried to kill you Danny. I’m sorry,” Jackson confessed ashamed.
“It wasn’t you Jackson, it was whoever your master was, not you. You I trust with my life, in any form,” Danny answered confidently only to swallow hard when he felt the skin in his hand turn rough and cold in his grasp.
“Do you really mean that?” Jackson asked, his voice changing into a near hiss by the end as Jackson became the Kanima.
Danny let out a breathe as he sank down with Jackson, dropping to his knees as Jackson went down on all fours, or tried to but Danny kept his grip on the clawed hand in his, knowing that if it let go now they would separate this time and he’d lose Jackson. He met the Kanima’s eyes and he could see Jackson in them.
“Brothers forever,” he answered at least as he rested his forehead on the Kanima, no Jackson’s, scaly forehead.
“Brothers forever,” Jackson hissed back, his voice happy.
And then the world around them fell away.
Next Part
Word Count: 2,256
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Danny, Jackson, cast
Summary: Danny has always been there for Jackson, and now Jackson needs help from someone he can trust more than ever. Is Danny still that someone?
Author's Notes: So this was written post 2X06 because I started watching the show last weekend and that's what I had. And well the two day wait to see any more gave me this idea. 2x07 and 2x08 have rendered it completely AU so I’m just ignoring anything after 2X06
Last Part,
“How did we get here?”
“Where is here?” Danny added to Jackson’s question as he joined Jackson in looking at the woods around them, trying to place where they were before his eyes fell on the remains of an old decrepit house.
“Why are we here Danny? Why’d we come here?” Jackson asked as he took looked at the ruins.
“Like I have any idea?” Danny shot back, “I don’t even know where here is, last I remember we were in McCall’s living room not…wherever here is.”
“It’s the old Hale place. And you don’t remember? Nothing between McCall’s and here? That’s not good,” Jackson said worried and scared suddenly as he started glancing around at the woods around them.
“You not remembering isn’t good either Jackson. Why would we have come here?” Danny asked, joining Jackson in scanning the trees for…anything.
“Yeah but I’ve been forgetting a lot of things lately. I’ve become disturbingly used to it,” Jackson answered. “I’m more worried that it’s suddenly contagious.” He added before heading for the Hale house, only to get jerked to a stop after his second step. “What the hell-”
“Jackson?” Danny said worriedly as he looked at where their hands were still joined, and he didn’t seem to be able to let go. “I can’t seem to-“
“Neither can I…we had just put them together. Did you say any of the words on Lydia’s card?” Jackson asked, glaring at his hand trying to pull them apart. Going so far as to grab Danny’s wrist with his free hand before trying to pry them away from one another.
“No, did you,” Danny asked in return, adding his own strength to the effort to pull them apart. “I don’t think this is working Jackson.”
“No, it’s not,” Jackson snapped giving their hands one last jerk before given up. “It must be the bo-is that my Porsche? If it’s Stilinski I’ll Molotov him,” he growled, marching toward his approaching car with Danny in tow.
“You’re not Molotov-ing anyone Jacks-it-doppelgangers are real now too?” Danny asked stunned stared at Jackson driving his Porsche to the front of the Hale house before climbing out of it.
“Ah…I have no idea what that is,” Jackson answered, as he watched himself walk toward the front of the house before stopping and turning around and getting back in his car only to get out again.
“What are you-he-it, whatever, doing?” Danny said puzzled as they watched.
“It’s the day I got bit,” Jackson just whispered, his free hand going to his hip.
“What? Is that you?” Danny asked unsure.
“It’s the day I asked Derek to bite me. We aren’t here; this is all in my head. We’re seeing my memory,” Jackson said slowly before walking toward the house and car and watched himself stop in front of the main door, taking a breath and squaring his shoulders before going inside.
And suddenly they were inside as well, watching as Derek leaped down handing next to the demanding Jackson before lunging at the teen with his teeth. The savage lupine smirking darkly when Jackson pushed himself back, his eye shut tight, his whole body trembling.
“You say you want the bite, but you pull away when I try to give it to you,” Derek comment as he watched Jackson try to slide away from him, only for the new Alpha to step forward.
“I-I was just surprised. I thought we’d have to talk first or something,” Jackson answered, swallowing hard when he realized that in trying to step away from Derek, the werewolf was now between him and the door.
“Then talk,” Derek said simple, glaring at Jackson.
“Tell me somebody knew you were here, anybody?” Danny asked his Jackson as he watched the memory play out.
Jackson didn’t answer; he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene before them. Memory Jackson was slowly backing up the stairs now and Jackson saw the exact moment it happened. He hadn’t pulled his foot up high enough and fell back rather than step back, and in a blink memory Derek was on him.
He couldn’t look away. Couldn’t hear Danny calling his name, shaking him. the only thing he could see was Derek, just like last time.
Only this time Jackson could see Derek’s claws digging into the wooden steps. Becoming more wolf-like before cutting a slice down his shirt and bringing his wolf teeth to his still human hip. Before all he’s seen was the red, just those red eyes.
“Jackson!”
“What?” Jackson said with a start, feeling like he was snapping awake at the sound of Danny yelling his name. They weren’t at the Hale house; they were…”Is this your kitchen?”
“Kind of, are you okay Jackson?” Danny questioned, still holding his best friend in a hug.
“Yes, why wouldn’t I be?” Jackson answered automatically, looking around the kitchen he noticed a few things were out of place, the walls were the wrong color, the counters looked odd, and Danny’s mother looked…off, “Why does everything look-“ he started asking until Danny caught his eyes and looked toward the table. Jackson followed them, right to a small dark haired kindergartner drawing something, Danny.
“I saw the look on your face and I just wanted us somewhere you’d be safe. Guess it’s not just your memories,” Danny explained, wondering how long Jackson would let him hold him.
“Oh…why now?” Jackson asked, going on when he saw the confusion on Danny’s face, “why when you were what five and not now now?”
“I don’t know,” Danny answered shrugging, “I just wanted safe. I wasn’t thinking of any one moment. And I’m six…I think.”
“Okay. Now what?” Jackson asked, leaning into Danny as he watched the younger version of his best friend draw their schools playground.
“Mommy what does adopted mean?” memory Danny asked put down his crayon before Danny could even try to answer Jackson’s question.
“Do you mean like adopting a pet? Like Mr. Bunny?” Ms. Mahealani asked looking up from the fruit she’s cutting up.
“Not Mr. Bunny it’s J-…someone in class,” memory Danny clarified for his mother.
“One of your friends said they’re adopted?” She asked, washing her hands and sitting down next to her son as he nodded. “Well what it means is his biological- first- mother and father couldn’t be his parents so they found other another couple that really wanted a child to love and call theirs’ and they became his new parents, his family.”
“It’s me, right after I found-you told someone,” Jackson asked, staring at the mother and son as if he couldn’t understand, or believe what he was seeing as the two kept talking, asking about the drawing, school…just talking.
“She didn’t know it was you Jackson, not until everyone found out,” Danny told Jackson answering the question he knew was on his best friend’s mind. “Promise.”
“I know, I trust you,” Jackson said finally looked away from the two and toward Danny. “Was this was right before the sleepover were we-”
“Yeah, it is,” Danny confirmed, realizing why they landed in this memory, “we had just talked about it, that must be why six year old me and not, well present me or anything.”
“Everything was so much easier back-what was that?” Jackson said suddenly diverted by the movement outside the window.
“Something green,” Danny answered as he headed for the back door pulling Jackson with him.
But instead of exciting into the back yard they stepped from the house into a large warehouse filled with strobbing lights and grinding bodies.
“The Club, why-” Danny started to question when Jackson’s grip on his hand tightened and when he looked at his friend he could see the other teen has turned paled, “Jackson?”
“No, not here, not-Anywhere else,” Jackson rambled, squeezing his eyes tight as the whole shifted again.
They were at another spacious building, this time an auto garage.
“Jackson why didn’t you want to see-fuck what is that?!” Danny exclaimed as the kanima slipped past them and toward a familiar blue jeep that was being worked on by a mechanic.
“That…I pretty sure that’s me. Kanima me anyways. I’ve never actually seen a photo but how many lizard creatures can there be…” Jackson informed Danny as they watched the kanima slowly creep down the jeep before slicing the back of the mechanic’s neck then cutting the hydraulics on the lift.
“Yo-its killing him, did kill him,” Danny said stunned, watching the lift getting closer and closer to the paralyzed mechanic.
“And he’s not the only one,” Jackson said, “it’s seems I’m really good at killing, the only thing I’m good at,” he added, his voice bitter to Danny’s ears.
“Did you want to?” Danny asked, tearing his eyes away from the victim, “I know Lydia said you were being controlled but…did you want to do it? Enjoy it?” Danny demanded to know.
“What the hell man?! No I don’t even remember any of it and no, I didn’t want to kill them. That’s why I’ve been working with the dork pack to stop it, me. I don’t want this, I don’t like killing. This isn’t want I signed on for when I asked for the bite, Danny,” Jackson answered, indignation clear in his tone, “should have known Derek wouldn’t have been able to do it right, not if he was so pathetic he needed McCall’s help.”
“Dude, you need McCall’s help,” Danny joked back trying to lighten the mood.
“Yeah, because he infected me with his patheticness. Its suck,” Jackson responded just as the world changed again, one more taking them to outside the Hale House, this time some time after nightfall.
At first it looked like nothing was happening, then Danny noticed Allison kneeling next to a man trying to make him wake up but before he could move to get a better look someone was being through out a window followed by a massive beast, then Jackson’s Porsche and the beast was on fire then human and…it was just all so much.
“What all just happened?” Danny asked Jackson as he watched memory Scott and memory Derek Hale glaring at each other.
“It’s the night we killed the old Alpha, Derek’s uncle or something. It’s the night I first became a murder,” Jackson said softly, his eyes fixed on the body.
“Wait, no,” Danny declared forcedly, “This was the guy that tried to kill you in the school right? And the one that killed all those other people right?” he confirmed before going on, “Then it was self-defense. He was trying to kill you.” He told his friend trying to get Jackson to meet his eyes.
“I’ve killed Danny, how can you-” Jackson whispered until he was cut off by the tight hug he was pulled into.
“Because we’re brothers, remember.” Danny told him closing his eyes and focusing.
The world shifted. Once more it was a young Danny in front of him but this time he wasn’t alone. Next to his was a small Jackson, arms hugging his knees and a frown on his face as he looked at the pocket knife in memory Danny’s hand.
“Are you sure this is safe?” memory Jackson asked glancing at his hand.
“They do it in the movies and on TV, it has to be safe,” memory Danny answered, opening the knife, “and then we’ll be brothers forever.” He declared.
“Are you sure you want…even my parents don’t…” memory Jackson said quietly, looking at his hand and not at memory Danny.
“Always. Bestest friends and brothers forever, right,” both Dannys said in unison as memory Danny took memory Jackson’s hand and Danny squeezed their linked hand.
“Yeah, forever,” both Jackson’s responded, their voices hesitant, unsure; until teen Jackson went on. “I need to stop doubting you. You’ve never given me any reason to…” he paused for a moment and watched as they’re younger selves poked their fingers and pressed them together.
“There is something you need to see. I-I tried to kill you Danny, I almost did,” Jackson said slowly not meeting his friend’s eyes until the every end; just as their surrounding faded into mist and flashing lights, the air filling with load music.
“The club?...When we were, drugged…paralyzed, that was the Kanima,” Danny realized just as he saw the creature in the fog heading straight through a group of guys heading for memory Danny, slicing all the way. “Why did your master want me dead?”
“I don’t know why I tried to kill you Danny. I’m sorry,” Jackson confessed ashamed.
“It wasn’t you Jackson, it was whoever your master was, not you. You I trust with my life, in any form,” Danny answered confidently only to swallow hard when he felt the skin in his hand turn rough and cold in his grasp.
“Do you really mean that?” Jackson asked, his voice changing into a near hiss by the end as Jackson became the Kanima.
Danny let out a breathe as he sank down with Jackson, dropping to his knees as Jackson went down on all fours, or tried to but Danny kept his grip on the clawed hand in his, knowing that if it let go now they would separate this time and he’d lose Jackson. He met the Kanima’s eyes and he could see Jackson in them.
“Brothers forever,” he answered at least as he rested his forehead on the Kanima, no Jackson’s, scaly forehead.
“Brothers forever,” Jackson hissed back, his voice happy.
And then the world around them fell away.
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