Author's Note: Hi everyone! So, I really wanted to try something that no one's ever done before and I decided that I was going to type a story about Jackson and Malia. I really would love to see the two together because they're both such similar characters. It's unfortunate that Jackson is living in London on the show (even though he's really on Arrow.) This story takes place in the beginning of 3B. I hope you all enjoy what I cooked up here.

I do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters.

Chapter One:

Jackson had returned to Beacon Hills a little over a week ago. No one knew of his return yet, but he was planning on making an entrance at school today. When he arrived he had parked his Porsche in his old usual spot. He notices the green dirt bike parked next to it. Had McCall upgraded to something slightly less embarrassing to ride on? He slides on his shades and steps out of his car. He never thought he'd be stepping on this ground again. This place was haunting. A lot of bad things happened here. He walked through the entrance of the school. As he walked, he couldn't help but feel the eyes that burned into his back.

"Is that Jackson Whittemore?" He focused in on the voices that surrounded him. Having werewolf hearing was an advantage sometimes.

"Oh, the lovely cheek bones have returned." He fought off the smile that began to form on his face. He couldn't disagree that his cheek bones weren't nice. Distracted, he bumped into someone while turning the corner. A couple of books slammed on the floor. He quickly bent over to help recover them.

"I'm sorry." The light voice apologized while crouching.

"Don't be. I wasn't paying attention." He picked up the last book and handed them back to the petite girl that faced him.

"You new here? I haven't been here for a while but you're face isn't familiar."

A shade of red rose on the girls cheeks.

"Yea, I just moved here from New York." The girl was obviously shy and visibly uncomfortable.

"I'm Jackson, by the way."

"Kira." She replied with a small smile on her face.

"I have to catch up with some people here, but I'm sure I'll see you around." She gave him a nod and turned to walk away. Jackson continued down the hall and stopped when he heard banging. It sounded like desks were being slammed together or thrown around in the class next to him. He slowly turned the knob and walked through. One of the familiar faces had blood dripping from his hand. Both of them looked up at him with widened eyes.

"You're back." Scott said with a hoarse voice.

"Yea, McCall. Did you miss me?" He smirked.

"What are you doing back? I thought you were sticking with howling at the Big Ben." Stiles crossed his arms.

"Not that I need to explain myself to you too, but my father got a job back here and I decided to come back with him." It was the first time in a while that Jackson actually said 'my father.' Just because he was adopted, didn't mean he didn't care about his parents. He loved his parents, though he could never admit it. Something Stiles learned a while back.

"So you're staying?" Scott asked him.

"Maybe. We'll see how everything goes."

"Great." Stiles muttered before walking out of the classroom.

"So, what'd I miss?"

"Jackson?!" The short hair brunette jumped on him. She wrapped her arms around his back and squeezed him tightly. He hugged her back before releasing her.

"I can't believe you're back." The girl continued to grin.

"It's good to see you again Allison." She sat on the bench next to Isaac. He took a seat on the other side of her. He couldn't help but notice the beautiful red headed girl he had once loved with everything he had. She hadn't said anything or made eye contact with him since he arrived.

"Hey, Lydia." The girl finally locked eyes with him.

"Hi." Her lips were in a tight line as she tried to release a small smile, failing. The last time he was with her was when Peter and Derek were able to change him from the kanima to a werewolf. She told him she never stopped loving him and that was basically it before he told her he was leaving. Sure, he still loved the girl, but he wasn't in love with her anymore. He loved her as much as he loved Allison, as a friend.

"So, I see Lahey joined your pack Scott." The dark hair blonde looked at him.

"What about Erica and Boyd? They weren't into it?" Silence filled the air as everyone turned away. Was it that bad?

"I guess it's time you caught up on what you missed." Scott took a breath before explaining it all. And shit there was a lot. There was a new enemy after he left for London, an alpha pact. They kidnapped Erica and Boyd and Erica was killed by one of them name Kali. They also kidnapped Derek's sister, Cora, who everyone including Derek, thought was dead. There was a big fight in an old mall and Derek and one of the alpha members' almost died. The pack thought Derek killed Ennis, but Deaton had saved the werewolves life. The alpha of the alpha pact, Deucalion killed Ennis after Deaton saved him. Due to false accusation though, Kali made Derek kill Boyd. The new teacher, Jennifer Blake slept with Derek and turned out to be a dark druid called the darach. She was committing human sacrifices for the Nemeton, some old ass tree that apparently gave her enough power to survive almost being killed by Kali. She strangled Lydia with a garrote and almost killed her. Everyone found out that Lydia is a banshee, a wailing woman who predicts death. I guess that explains how she survived the bite from Peter. Jennifer took Stiles dad, Scott's mom, and Allison's father and was going to use them as her final sacrifices. Luckily they were able to stop her on time. Allison's grandfather, Gerard, was still breathing, unfortunately. Surprising news was Scott was a true alpha and Derek isn't an alpha anymore because he gave it up to save Cora.

"What the hell do you people do every day? There's more death than a war here." He told them each.

"And you three." He pointed at Scott and Stiles then Allison. "You three sacrificed yourselves and are now losing your minds. I will never understand how you people stay here."

"I'm just glad I'm not the crazy one anymore." Lydia smiled.

"I'm happy it isn't me anymore. I was it before any of you, being controlled by two different psychotic people who forced me to go on a murder spree."

"At least you don't remember any of it." Allison noted.

"Yea, instead there are just little gaps in my mind. The only thing that's proves I did it is my eye color."

"Ah, yes, the one you share with Peter and Derek. An ice cold blue." Stiles mentioned before getting back on topic with the nightmares and hallucination's they've been having.

"Hi." Everyone's head shot up to the girl who stood by their table.

"Sorry, I couldn't help but over hear what you guys were talking about. And I think I might actually know what you were talking about. There's a Tibetan word for it. It's called 'Bardo.' It literally means 'in between state', the state between life and death."

"And what do they call you?" Lydia clasped her hands together. Jackson shook his head.

"Kira." Scott said causing all the heads to turn towards him. He shared a smile with her before explaining to everyone how he knew her.

"She's in our history class." He finally said

"Nice seeing you again Kira." Jackson winked at her and smiled again.

"So, are you talking Bardo in Tibetan Buddhism or Indian?" Lydia continued questioning her.

"Either, I guess. But all the stuff you guys were just saying? All that happens in Bardo. There are different progressive states where you can have hallucinations. Some you see, some you just hear. And you can by visited by peaceful and wrathful deities."

"Wrathful deities? And what are those?" Isaac joined in with the questions.

"Like demons."

"Demons. Why not?" Stiles used his sarcastic tone.

"Hold on, if there are different progressive states, then what's the last one?" Allison looked up at the girl.

"Death. You die."

Before the end of the day, there was someone Jackson needed to see. He searched the locker room, a place he sort of missed. He saw the shirtless boy examining his lacrosse stick.

"Hey, Danny boy."

Danny spun around and grinned at the sight of his old best friend.

"Is it really you?" He threw a shirt over his head and walked over to hug his friend.

"Who else would it be?" He smiled.

"How was London?"

"Nicer than here."

"What are you doing back?"

"I came back with my dad. He got a job here."

"I didn't think you were ever going to come back. How long are you staying?"

"Yea neither did I and I'm not sure yet."

"Well I'm happy you're back. Are you going to play lacrosse again?"

"Well duh."

The both laughed. Jackson forgot how much he really missed him.

Jackson's phone had vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and opened the new text. It read McCall. How did the kid even get his number?

Do you want to help look for a dead body?

Jackson started to reply.

Where do we meet?

He pressed send and waited a minute before his phone vibrated again. He opened the new text and a smile crept on his face.

"What exactly are we looking for?" Jackson asked the two while jumped off a couple rocks. He followed behind Scott who was leading the way with a map on his phone. Stiles walked by their side tripping over things. Twigs snapped under his feet with every step he took. There was a sudden howl that made Stiles grab Scott's shoulder which caused him to knock the phone out of his hand and into a puddle of water.

"Nice one." Jackson muttered in an annoyed tone.

"Sorry buddy." Stiles said to Scott with an apologetic look on his face.

"I hate coyotes, so much. They always sound like their mauling some kind of tiny helpless animal."

Scott jumped down the small slope and picked up his phone out of the puddle. He wiped it off with his leave and looked at the screen.

"It still works." He said Stiles who was distracted by something.

"Stilinski." Jackson gave him a light push.

"Can I see the flashlight?" He took the flashlight from Stiles hand and pointed it through the trees. He climbed down dirt and started to walk towards where he was pointing. Jackson shook his head and followed.

"I think we found it." The light was flashed on a car that was surrounded by trees.

"Why wouldn't they move it? Isn't it evidence?"

"It's probably too much of a pain in the ass to tow out." The car was flipped on its back. The windows were smashed out and it was covered with vines that were growing around it.

"Hey, guys look." Jackson pointed to the claw marks that traveled down the inside of the door.

"You see those?" He traced the claws with his fingers.

"Animal claws would be closer together, right? A lot closer." Stiles observed the marks.

"Then it was a werewolf."

"So my dad was right." Stiles ducked under the car and pointed the flashlight around.

"Look at this." He pulled something out from in between the seats. He flashed the light on it. It was an old baby doll wearing a ripped little dress.

"Creepy." Jackson muttered.

"I'm hungry!" The three of them jumped back, Scott and Stiles screaming at the incoming electronic voice. Jackson eyed them until they shut up.

"You two are freaks." He rolled his eyes at the two.

"I think I just had a minor heart attack." Stiles held his chest. Suddenly, there was a growling behind them.

"Hey, guys, please tell me you see that." Scott said, staring at the faint shape in the trees.

"I see it."

There was another snarl and the coyote was in full view. Scott and Jackson shared a look before they took off running after it.

"Wait, guys wait!" Stiles called after them but they were too focused on the running coyote. Jackson was running by Scott's side keeping sight on the animal. Scott's eyes glowed red, something new to him, but he joined him by flashing his own blue eyes. The wind brushed against them as they each tried to push themselves to run faster. They both saw the upcoming cliff ahead and got ready for the jump. They reached the edge and took the long jump. For a hot second they were in midair; touch nothing. Both of them reached the other side and grasped at the rocks. They froze in a crouching position facing the coyote who snarled at them. They each flashed their eyes at the still animal. The coyote revealed its own ice blue eyes. They were exactly like Jacksons.

"Malia?" Scott asked in a shocked tone. Jackson shot a glance at Scott before quickly looking back the coyote. They locked eyes for a minute before the animal turned and ran off. Jackson and Scott were still frozen, breathing heavily.

"Malia?"

Author's Note: I hope you liked the first chapter of the story! I'm trying out a different writing style and I'm not used to it. Please review, it would mean a lot to me. And PM me if you'd like too. I'm usually around. ;)

Morgan

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