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Im Cold-Blooded, But I Still Love to Cuddle	By : DevilnBlue Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 29 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, but this story is mine.

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Hello Hopeless Blue Kiss here with a brand new Stackson story for you. I always wondered what would happen if Season 2 and 3 happened at the same time. What if Kanima Jackson and Nogitsune Stiles joined forces and neither the Pack nor the ones possessed realized what was going on? So, it’s a canon-divergence of sorts and I hope you enjoy and review. I love hearing from you guys.
I’m Cold-Blooded, But I Still Love to Cuddle
Chapter One
“It’s my turn to get what I want!” Jackson demanded, looking at Derek Hale. The lacrosse player stood still and firm with equal parts fear and adrenaline iced his veins when glowing red eyes and a deviously, toothy smirk greeted him in the abandoned Hale house. The last time he was here Derek had set him up to die here without a sole to help him until the meddlesome McCall and Hunters interrupted him. He refused to be that weak sniffling teen, begging for mercy.
He watched as the man descended the broken staircase, clawed fingers dancing across the dusty railing, gathering dust and soot on finger pads. His fingers smearing them together as he looked at the mess before looking his nose down at the upstart teen as if he was even less than the sooty mess on his hands. “I’m sorry, is that the way you ask for a gift?” Derek said snidely. He wiped his dirty hand on his Jackson’s clothed shoulder, daring the teen to say a peep.
Jackson jaw muscles jumped as he clenched his teeth. He knew he was spoiled and used to having his own way. He was an only child with adopted parents desperate to win his love back despite never physically being there for him. But it was all Whittemore could do not to roll his light blue eyes at the arrogant man and curse him out for using him like a dishrag. It was only his steely will and determination that had served him as Lacrosse Captain and Swim Team Captain that forced him to hold his tongue so he didn’t mess up now when he was so close to being stronger than McCall, like it should always be.
“Please!” he bit out, cheeks flushed and nostrils flaring. He didn’t want to be here in a burnt down shell of a house in the middle of the woods. But he was here and willing to bargain if necessary.
Derek scuffed, purposely shoulder-checking the human as he brushed pass him to the front door. He already had his Betas Boyd, Isaac, and Eric run off on him after being unable to handle his harsh training. He had slim pickings when it came to forming a pack. But he didn’t need a grandstander like Jackson muddying up things and challenging him on top of retrieving missing teens and the Alpha Pack. So, he needed to know what a Whittemore in his pack could bring to the table. “Now Jackson, that wasn’t much of an ask. I think you should leave and come back when you’re ready to put your big boy pants on and provide me with a better offering,” Derek strongly suggested as he opened the door wide for the teen to depart.
Jackson looked at Derek and the open door and he knew what the new Alpha wanted, but he refused to leave. He refused, up until Derek was openly grabbing his arm and bodily dragging him through the door. The disdain on the older man’s face was obvious for not obeying the first time when he suggested the option. He needed willing, obedient Betas, and Whittemore wasn’t it. Not even his need to form a Pack could deny the obvious wrongness of the situation.
“I… please Derek. I need this. I don’t want to be who I was in the past. I can’t unlearn what you and McCall are, but I promise to keep the secret. I just want that greatness too. Please, I need this,” Jackson pleaded, desperately holding onto the front door frame. He was willing to be vulnerable if that was what it takes. “I… I have money. I can help you and your little hangers-on to find a better base of operation than this or that abandoned train station I saw you eyeing up. I have connections. My mom’s a realtor who can give you a home where you aren’t so… so… vulnerable,” he rushed out as was given a harsh yank away from the door.
Derek paused short of tossing Jackson on his ass, down the steps. He had to admit to himself that although he found himself drawn to his home because of nostalgia and guilt and had his young Beta Isaac living with him at the train station, it wasn’t a home. There was no warmth or security for any freshly turned werewolves and his Alpha itched and howled at him to find a more secure location to protect his pack. He had money now. Hale money that he garnered now that he was of age and Peter’s death certificate was issued. He had just lingered here because he felt that was what he deserved, but not anymore. Not with Darachs and an entire Alpha Pack on the prowl threatening his territory.
“Fine then. I’ll give you the Bite and you will help our Pack grow,” he declared, eyes glowing red once again.
Jackson couldn’t even open his mouth to protest or agree to the sudden change before he was bitten. He winced at how impossibly large it seemed Derek’s mouth had grown before gleaming fanged teeth bit at the side of his abdomen. It immediately reminded him of when he was attacked at the video rental store and received the scar on the back of his neck. But he wasn’t going to apologize for wanting to be greater than he already was and finally putting that loser McCall in his place, once in for all. So, he forced his legs to lock up and allow Derek’s teeth to dig meanly deeper into his flesh for the bite to take before the warm mouth pulled away.
Derek spit out a gob of blood to the side of him and a little close to Jackson’s feet for his liking. But even after he received what he wanted, he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth and kick it. He just said a soft, “Thank You,” and received a stoic nod from the man that now had his blood smeared on his bottom lip.
“Here, take my number and tell your mother to give me a call. You can tell her I am looking for something isolated and secure with creature comforts like running water and electricity,” Derek barked his order as he motioned for Jackson to give him his unlocked phone.
Whittemore reluctantly passed his phone to him, his other hand unconsciously tracing the bloody crescent bitemark on his side, smearing more blood on his torn t-shirt. He watched mindlessly as Derek typed in his number, saving under ‘Alpha’ before shooting a text from that number so that Derek could have Jackson’s number. “You should already know not to mess with the Argent’s if you want to stay safe, but there is also an Alpha pack to worry about. I’ll text you the details later. I also expect you to chain yourself up and find a secure location when the full moon comes in a few days. Text me when you find a place and I’ll swing by to make sure it’s adequate because the first transformation is always the hardest,” Derek explained reasonably, his face softening as he offered back the phone. “Welcome to the Pack.”
Jackson nodded an affirmative, not sure he was up for speaking when he just wanted to go now that he got what he wanted. He felt like a livewire, ready to take off and test out his new powers. So, when Derek had dismissed him with a, “Goodbye” Jackson shot out like a light. He thundered down the stairs and galloped through the woods with a gleeful shout barely noticing or questioning the spiral mark on Derek’s door that seemed to be made by claws.
His transformation was going to be grand. He would become bigger and better than McCall and Derek Hale combined. He was destined for greatness, and he would prove all his haters and doubters wrong. His cheeks hurt from smiling so hard and letting out another gleeful shout, his hands tearing his white t-shirt wider, knowing it was already ruined after Derek bit through it.
Whittemore cannonballed into a nearby lake, wanting to wash away the dirt and grime of being in that abandoned house of horrors. He took strong, sure strokes in the water as fish swam away from him in fear. This will be his era of greatness and he knew as soon as he got back to school, he needed to end things with Lydia Martin. He couldn’t have someone as weak as her, who had been bitten and didn’t change, hold him down.
xXx
A WEEK LATER
“I’m documenting history,” Jackson said snidely as he took the camera bag from Matt Daehler. He didn’t care if Matt looked at him in confusion, shutting his question down with a snide look. He knew all about how the sniveling idiot who was sniffing around his friend Allison, taking pictures. He wasn’t fooling anyone, and he made sure Allison was aware of the creep. Hot people like them didn’t deserve to be in the presence of people like Matt. But he was willing to make this exception if it meant getting ahold of the camera that he needed to tape his transformation.
He could feel the moon’s power calling out to him the fuller it got, and tonight was the night that greatness would be happening. He wanted to document everything. Derek’s forewarning about needing chains and a secure place were easily and quicky dismissed. Jackson didn’t acknowledge him as his Alpha. Especially when the man had yanked him out of the men’s bathroom stall and looked eagerly at the black mucus leaking out of his nose and ear no matter how many tissues, he grabbed to staunch the bleeding. He seemed morbidly eager to see him fail even as he backed away and declared that ‘Your body is fighting the bite.”
“Why? What does it mean?!” Jackson asked repeatedly. But his fearful questions went ignored as Derek slowly backed out of the bathroom and abandoned him. Sure, he had been a jerk to Derek, but that didn’t mean he should be abandoned. It was mostly all for show, his bravado, and he was speaking the truth when he questioned Derek’s leadership skills. Issaac had been found, a little banged up, but no worse for wear, but Boyd and Erica were still missing.
Derek had been vague and refused to give details when he tried to pry earlier. Stiles and McCall were clueless as well about how far down the rabbit hole this new dilemma ran with the Darach and the Alpha Pack; but at least they had made him aware that two things were a major issue. Lahey a steel trap of information, leaking out the information that Isaac was having trouble at home. But Jackson had fulfilled his promise. His mother had quite eagerly offered Derek a loft apartment and Derek had been so impressed he had bought the whole building. The least Derek could have done was reassure him that his transformation would be successful. Not leave him in the men’s bathroom the moment things went wrong. Jackson acknowledged to himself a long time ago he had major abandonment issues.
He would be powerful and great on his own. He would probably become an Alpha of his own pack and then he’ll look his nose down on anyone who doubted him. This video camera would be his first step in proving everyone wrong once he transformed. Jackson’s parents would be safely out of town, so they weren’t in danger. Plus, he knew he had the willpower to reign in his werewolf instincts better than McCall needing his flighty friend Stiles at his side to help him.
The moment he got home he made himself a quick, dinner and rushed through his homework. He didn’t want to worry about trivial things like being hungry and not doing his assignment when his origin story was beginning.
Jackson carefully set up the camera on his dresser while in his slate grey boxer briefs. His pale muscles, glowing in the moonlight as he quickly turns on the camera and lays in anticipation on the bed. He closed his eyes, trying to force his beating heart to calm down and rest and allow the transformation to happen. It felt like sleep took its time dragging him down into his clutches.
His features softened and his body wasn’t so rigid laying atop his cool sheets. His body gently tossed and turned in his sleep to find the right sleeping position before he settled and entered REM sleep. Then as if startled awake by a nightmare, he slowly rose into a sitting position and turned his head stoically to the camera. His glazed eyes glowed a hypnotic gold as he opens them, staring unblinkingly at the camera before he begins to convulse as if possessed. Muscles spasmed. His body jerked and contorted in ways that shouldn’t be humanly possible, all the while scales begin to shimmer to life along his sinewy flesh. The scales slowly consumed creamy pale skin until he was fully engulfed in the inhuman transformation. He let out a hissing growl at the camera, fully transformed as a human lizard with a mouth full of needle-sharp black teeth. The Kanima ready to seek a Master.
xXx
Stiles had found it difficult to sleep. He worried about what secrets Derek was keeping from him and worried that Lydia was slowly losing her mind. Erica and Body were still missing and he felt guilty because he saw they were having trouble dealing with Derek’s regime. Stiles didn’t feel it was his place as the Resident Human, to interfere in things he didn’t know enough about. But with an Alpha Pack infiltrating Beacon Hills and a big risk of stubborn Scott becoming an Omega, there was a lot to worry about.
The brunette tossed and turned until he felt a heavy weight settle on top of him like a weighted blanket in his sleep. He felt himself at peace as he slept with no further worries. His eyes still closed as he snuggled into the cold warmth. Not knowing that a human sized lizard was using him as their personal heating blanket, their tail intertwined with his legs.
“Master?” the monster hissed in question. The reptile saw the potential in the human. So many demons that the teen was fighting that needed to be slain. All he had to do was ask and he would perform. The teen that he found in the car was not worthy enough. The people he seeked vengeance on did not match the punishment the boy wished to deal out. So, when the curly haired boy reached his hand out to press to the glass, the Kanima hissed and slammed its tail against the side of the car in warning before running away to find a worthy master.
Stiles sleepy, defensive form had calmed to him through the open window of his bedroom. The Kamina had easily crawled in and draped its heavy form across the teen’s body, wanting to be as close to its potential master as it could. He was willing to serve Stiles and give him the power he lacked. When no answer was given to his question of ‘Master?’ other than arms wrapping around it and pulling him closer like a body pillow, it just snuggled closer and closed his eyes. Content for now. Unaware of the surprise that his presence would bring to the poor soul in the morning.
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Im Cold-Blooded, But I Still Love to Cuddle