It was now several months since graduation. And two since Jackson had turned eighteen. So it was probably natural that Jackson was trying to figure out his place in the world. Actually, that was what his big tour of Europe had been all about. Or a least partly. Because some of it was just touring Europe for the hell of it. And he'd been pretty good ( Read more... )

Jackson was a stubborn dumbass.

No, he didn't think he was, but he was. That was the only explanation of why tonight was the full moon, and he was sitting in a hotel room in London, alone. Like he hadn't left Milan in a hurry last month after his control had slipped spectacularly. (Just property damage, nothing too serious - but enough that he ( Read more... )

This was it. All of Jackson's things were packed, and some had already been picked up and sent off by people he'd paid to do so. He could have lugged all his stuff to the causeway himself, but why do that? There was no good reason, so, he wasn't doing that. He had a suitcase and another bag left. He could carry those ( Read more... )

It wasn't that Jackson didn't like cats (although it was true he'd never been much of a pet person). It was that cats didn't like him. Or hadn't, since he'd changed. And this cat in particular seemed to just absolutely hate him.

And yet:

"This makes no sense," Jackson told Mr. Moxy after getting hissed at again for trying to get the damn cat off ( Read more... )

Jackson was pretty aware of the phases of the moon these days, for obvious reasons. Sunday was another full moon. He could already feel it, too. Or at least he'd felt it earlier today, before coming back to his room after an indulgent pastry run into town. Hadn't he? He had.

But why would he ever feel the moon?

Because he was a werewolf.Was he ( Read more... )

Ugh. It still smelled like cat in here. Thanks, world, for immediately reminding Jackson why he'd made the effort to stay back in Beacon Hills for as long as he could. Even with Lydia's slightly nonsensical explanations of what had been going on while he'd been gone ( Read more... )

Jackson had had a very trying couple of days since Jim had come back from Haiti or wherever he'd been. Mostly because there was now an orangey cat living in their room, and that cat seemed to love nothing more than hissing at Jackson ( Read more... )

By virtue of basically just being Jackson, Jackson had mostly missed the kid invasion happening. If he hadn't, maybe he wouldn't have bothered trekking across town to the mansion for the full moon. He wasn't great with kids ( Read more... )

Jackson was so ready to move out of the bouncy castles for good. They were ridiculous, uncomfortable, and all-around horrible, and that stupid issue from the last time, with Stiles magically managing to roll across the castle and end up all over him? Still happening with amazing consistency. And the worst thing? Jackson was starting to get used to ( Read more... )

Despite the holiday, it was a regular ol' afternoon in room 222. Jackson had been down at the pool to swim laps and had just come back after a shower. A change of fresh clothes later, and he was sitting down on the edge of his bed to play with his phone.

There had to be an app for keeping track of the phases of the moon.

( There's totally an animal transformation under here. )