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Jackson stopped and turned around. “You’re still here?” he said, his eyebrow arching.  “Am I supposed to miss anyone from here?” he said sarcastically. He let his head tilt, smiling. “I’m glad you’re alive at least.”
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Jackson arched a brow. “Every time someone runs, they do not stop.” he said, crossing his arms. He hummed at the name. “Like that christmas carol?” he said. “I’m Jackson.”
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Jackson gave him a look that said he thought Parrish should know the answer to the questions. “Back when Derek first had his pack.” he said. “I am Jackson Whittemore.” He rolled his eyes. “I don’t know, I figured rent-a-cops had a lot of stress and so they got more wrinkles.”
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Jackson nodded. “I do not see why not. I’m not quite finished unpacking, though.” He said. “Most topics people like us in this town talk about are better in private, seriously.”
“I don’t mind, really. I can even help you unpack if you want.” Lydia replied, sending him a soft smile. She really didn’t mind helping him out with things. “We can catch up on supernatural things, and other things as well.”
Jackson nodded. “I could use some help, if you’re sure that you want to.” he said. “IT does soudn like I’ve missed some things. I can not say I missed the action, though.”
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Jackson smirked. “Well, you may have some competition if I don’t have time to catch up. Not that it will be hard, I’ve already been captain once, and I didn’t even have any extra senses.” He said and crossed his arms. “So don’t get your hopes up.”
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Jackson gave a strange look. “Died?” he frowned a little. “Yes, we do have a lot to talk about. I want to know more about this whole Banshee thing.” He said. “Pick a place, or do you want to go to my place and we can order Chinese or something?”
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“It is quite the complicated situation.” Lydia replied, knowing that there was a lot to explain and that it was going to take come time. “It might be better to just go to your place and get Chinese. A lot of the topics we need to talk about are probably better to do in private.”
Jackson nodded. "I do not see why not. I'm not quite finished unpacking, though." He said. "Most topics people like us in this town talk about are better in private, seriously."
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“What’s so funny?” Jackson said, tilting his head. He shrugged. “I learned some things about myself while I was gone. Don’t worry, I still chase skirts, as you call it.” he replied. He watched Peter move, not fully trusting the other yet. Lydia might vouch for him, but he was not ready to just accept it. “I do. I found out that there was a brief time that Margaret and Gordon Miller were separated, and it was in the time I could have been conceived.” He said. “I still have methods, you know.”
Peter shrugged. “Nothing in particular. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” he turned back to the selections of meat. “What are you looking for?” he asked. “I can give some suggestions.” He paused at the next words that the wolf spoke. “Oh really? And that involves your proclivities?” he mused, chuckling. He arched a brow. “Maggie Miller is your mother?”
"Try me, wolf man." Jackson said. He crossed his arms, watching Peter. His face became confused. "Beef tips for stew." He said seriously. "Slow cooker stuff so I do not have to worry about eating after practice."
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Jackson looked up. He gave a stunned look. “Allison?” he said. “I heard you were brought back, but I did not believe it.” he said. “You look good for a zombie.”
   Allison squints at Jackson in disbelief. Right, the Whittemore boy was very blunt. “Thankfully, I’m not a mindless zombie with rotting flesh,” She retorts, lips curling into a slight smile. “Nope, I’m completely intact, though there are some pieces of my memory missing, apparently.”
Jackson nodded. "So you're...what? A mindful zombie who is exactly like a human? Pretty sure that's called being a lucky human." He said with a grin. His head fell to one side. "Like amnesia?"
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Jackson turned at the voice, arching a brow. “Excuse me?” he said. “I’m a returning student. I have been away, but I’m coming to reenroll.” he said, crossing his arms. “When did the school start needing rent a cops?” he asked. “Has shit really gone that downhill? I was only gone like two years.” Eyes rolled and the kanima turned wolf looked at him. “Who are you?”
“I’m pretty sure you had nothing to do with Beacon Hills going downhill,” Jordan said. When Jackson asked about his age, he sighed, under the impression that people had gotten over how young he was. “I’m 26. I just look young. I call it good genes.”
Jackson rolled his eyes. "Maybe a little bit. Things called calmed down for a while after everything happened before I left." He said, adjusting his bag. "Good genes, or wrinkle cream?" Jackson said.
I’m not an Argent. And I’m not Allison.
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Jackson frowned. “With death? Why does it like to follow you?” he said. He wabed a hand. “Nevermind. The point is that you are safe, and alive.” He said. He smiled, tilting his head. “Well, we can share everything over dinner. If you want.” he said. “I did not think any one could trust him after he tried to kill you.”
“Actually Jackson, it does. Do you remember when I got attacked on the lacrosse field? Well I technically died for a moment. It activated powers inside of me that I didn’t know I had. I’m a Banshee, and I can sense death.” Lydia replied, unsure what else to say on the subject. Things had been kind of complicated for a while. “Dinner would be great, I’ve got a lot to tell you.”
Jackson gave a strange look. "Died?" he frowned a little. "Yes, we do have a lot to talk about. I want to know more about this whole Banshee thing." He said. "Pick a place, or do you want to go to my place and we can order Chinese or something?"
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Jackson smiled. “I don’t know what I would do if you were hurt and no one told me.” he admitted. He arched a brow. “I can take care of myself, Lydia.I would have had no problem coming and kicking ass.” he said, his smile going to a smirk. “That was so not vague. It was general. Totally all encompassing.” he said in counter, rolling his eyes. “Is he still out just killing people? I thought all bad guys were bad in this town.” he rolled his eyes
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“I mean, I’ve had a couple close calls with death but in the end I pulled through. I’ve been kidnapped multiple times and my mother almost got me killed by putting me in Eichen house.” Lydia replied, trying to minimize the things that had happened. They’d all suffered, but they were all still here. “There are things about me that you need to know as well. I’ve learned some things.” She added, not sure who to explain to Jackson that she was a Banshee with incredibly strong powers. “It took me a long time to trust him, but Peter has proved his loyalty.”
Jackson frowned. "With death? Why does it like to follow you?" he said. He wabed a hand. "Nevermind. The point is that you are safe, and alive." He said. He smiled, tilting his head. "Well, we can share everything over dinner. If you want." he said. "I did not think any one could trust him after he tried to kill you."
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Jackson pulled into the parking lot, stopping and looking at the building. A lot had changed since he had left. He had become a little more aware of himself, of his unique abilities. He stared at the doors for a moment, eyes looking over the papers in his passenger seat. He was getting closer, slow but sure. And after a long minute, he opened the door and stepped out, slipping designer shades onto his face and taking a slow breath. “Well, time to step back into Beacon.”
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“Step back to Beacon? Who, would want to step back here?” asked Liam, walking over, adjusting his ipod. Liam paused, his face looking familiar. “You’re, Whittemore, right? Jackson Whittemore; former lacrosse captain?” he asked looking at him for a moment. “Yeah….why, why would you of all people be back here?” he asked, confused.
Jackson turned to look, tilting his head. "Who the hell are you?" he said, adjusting his bag. "I intend to be lacrosse captain again, thank you." he said matter of factly, pulling his sunglasses off. "I came back to follow some leads on my real parents, plain and simple." He replied.
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Jackson pulled into the parking lot, stopping and looking at the building. A lot had changed since he had left. He had become a little more aware of himself, of his unique abilities. He stared at the doors for a moment, eyes looking over the papers in his passenger seat. He was getting closer, slow but sure. And after a long minute, he opened the door and stepped out, slipping designer shades onto his face and taking a slow breath. “Well, time to step back into Beacon.”
   Allison was “repeating” junior year. Again. Why, because according to her records, she never finished. Apparently Kate managed to wipe any proof of her death so she could continue her schooling- Though her reappearance raised a few brows. She perks up when she hears a familiar voice. “That makes two of us, huh?”
Jackson looked up. He gave a stunned look. "Allison?" he said. "I heard you were brought back, but I did not believe it." he said. "You look good for a zombie."
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Jackson turned at the voice, arching a brow. “Excuse me?” he said. “I’m a returning student. I have been away, but I’m coming to reenroll.” he said, crossing his arms. “When did the school start needing rent a cops?” he asked. “Has shit really gone that downhill? I was only gone like two years.” Eyes rolled and the kanima turned wolf looked at him. “Who are you?”
Jordan raised an eyebrow at the other’s attitude, but Jordan didn’t let it faze him. “Alright,” Jordan said, his suspicion lessening, but his annoyance rising slightly. “Yes, shit has gone downhill,” Jordan repeated, feeling he put it in a very well-worded way. “Deputy Parrish.”
Jackson gave a smirk. "Well, that does not surprise me. I did leave." he said. He arched a brow. "Deputy? Are you not a little on the...young side?" he said.
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Jackson watched the older wolf; how did he look so…normal? This was the man behind thatvawgul creature he had thrown a Molotov cocktail at just a few years ago, wasn’t he? So then why….why did he look as if he was just another wolf in town? Jackson arched a brow at him. “Clearly you have never kissed her.” He had had his fair share of kisses while he was away, but he had always enjoyed Lydia’s. “Although…there was this one guy in London I used to hook up with. Him and Lydia are the best kissers.” He said honestly. He slid a hand into his jacket, head tilting. “Just coincidence. I do have my own apartment, after all. I need food, too.” He said, voice sarcastic. He walked to stand near the other wolf, looking over at the options of beef tips. “I do not see why i should hide it. I came back to track down my parents, or at least my possible birthfather.” He said, reaching for a small package of meat. “My birth mother is dead, that is a fact I can’t run from. But I found out there was a chance my birthfather is alive.”
Peter chuckled, keeping his inner commentary to himself for the moment. Hearing the next words, though, caught the alpha’s attention and he looked up. “Jackson Whittemore hooking u with a guy? Who are you and what did you do with the Jackson of old? The one after skirts?” he retorted with a smirk. He set the package into the basket and turned to look at the wolf. “You think your birthfather is alive?” he asked. “What made you come to that conclusion all the way in London?”
"What's so funny?" Jackson said, tilting his head. He shrugged. "I learned some things about myself while I was gone. Don't worry, I still chase skirts, as you call it." he replied. He watched Peter move, not fully trusting the other yet. Lydia might vouch for him, but he was not ready to just accept it. "I do. I found out that there was a brief time that Margaret and Gordon Miller were separated, and it was in the time I could have been conceived." He said. "I still have methods, you know."
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Jackson turned at the voice, arching a brow. "Excuse me?" he said. "I'm a returning student. I have been away, but I'm coming to reenroll." he said, crossing his arms. "When did the school start needing rent a cops?" he asked. "Has shit really gone that downhill? I was only gone like two years." Eyes rolled and the kanima turned wolf looked at him. "Who are you?"
