Anchor
Title: Anchor
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Characters: Jackson/Lydia, Derek
Rating: PG
Words: 409
Summary: Jackson needs an anchor.
Warnings: Post-S2. Written for 1drabble community challenge.
Jackson didn't think relocating to England would be hard. Derek had walked him through the basics of being a wolf; its' many perks, and the (until then, to him, unknown) disadvantages. It was still better than being a murderous lizard though.
The main problem, however, came with the first full moon.
Derek had instructed him to chain himself, but he couldn't exactly ask his father to chain him in the basement. So he lied, he said he had a date with some girl and would probably return the following day, to not wait up. His parents didn't say anything against him, nodding silently, as Jackson took it as a sign to leave the scene. He went out to the woods, far away where he thought no one could hear him or find him, before he brought out the chains and applied them to the trees.
'There's something else' Derek had said before finishing his explanation. 'It's called an anchor. It's basically something inside of you that reminds you you're a human. It's how you avoid the wolf from taking over during a full moon.'
The Alpha hadn't expected for him to find an anchor on his first try (Scott and the others, save for Isaac, had taken quite a while before grasping the concept) which led to the suggestion of the chains. Nevertheless, the idea just wouldn't get out of his mind... particularly because it was downright ridiculous that someone like Scott McCall could master the concept and he couldn't.
Derek Hale was definitely the worst werewolf teacher ever created. Why did it have to be him to explain difficult concepts when he hadthe same amount of expressions as a rock? Why couldn't someone like Lydia explain it?
He snickers at that. Lydia could hide it, but her ability to udnerstand pretty much everything would've come in handy at these times. Jackson wishes that he hadn't been on his own setting the chains that were holding him down right now, that it had been Lydia helping him while complaining about who knows what stupid chick thing. He would listen and nod and even laugh every now and then at a snarky comment. Then she would swing that beautiful hair of hers and smile at him, take his hand, assure him it would be alright...
He stayed all night sitting there, tied to trees, thinking only about Lydia's smile. The wolf wasn't able to take over control, not even once.
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Characters: Jackson/Lydia, Derek
Rating: PG
Words: 409
Summary: Jackson needs an anchor.
Warnings: Post-S2. Written for 1drabble community challenge.
Jackson didn't think relocating to England would be hard. Derek had walked him through the basics of being a wolf; its' many perks, and the (until then, to him, unknown) disadvantages. It was still better than being a murderous lizard though.
The main problem, however, came with the first full moon.
Derek had instructed him to chain himself, but he couldn't exactly ask his father to chain him in the basement. So he lied, he said he had a date with some girl and would probably return the following day, to not wait up. His parents didn't say anything against him, nodding silently, as Jackson took it as a sign to leave the scene. He went out to the woods, far away where he thought no one could hear him or find him, before he brought out the chains and applied them to the trees.
'There's something else' Derek had said before finishing his explanation. 'It's called an anchor. It's basically something inside of you that reminds you you're a human. It's how you avoid the wolf from taking over during a full moon.'
The Alpha hadn't expected for him to find an anchor on his first try (Scott and the others, save for Isaac, had taken quite a while before grasping the concept) which led to the suggestion of the chains. Nevertheless, the idea just wouldn't get out of his mind... particularly because it was downright ridiculous that someone like Scott McCall could master the concept and he couldn't.
Derek Hale was definitely the worst werewolf teacher ever created. Why did it have to be him to explain difficult concepts when he hadthe same amount of expressions as a rock? Why couldn't someone like Lydia explain it?
He snickers at that. Lydia could hide it, but her ability to udnerstand pretty much everything would've come in handy at these times. Jackson wishes that he hadn't been on his own setting the chains that were holding him down right now, that it had been Lydia helping him while complaining about who knows what stupid chick thing. He would listen and nod and even laugh every now and then at a snarky comment. Then she would swing that beautiful hair of hers and smile at him, take his hand, assure him it would be alright...
He stayed all night sitting there, tied to trees, thinking only about Lydia's smile. The wolf wasn't able to take over control, not even once.