Jackson.

Take me home where the restless go; reckless til' the day I rest my bones.【#LittleShit ︴ 18+ 】❈ #FatedMuse ❈ #TeenWolf ❈

[Jackson. @FalselyFevered]

Falsely accused, too!

[Jackson. @FalselyFevered]

-- it's a fucking shock. If #Danny were still around here, I know for sure I'd reunite with him. Leaning my head back on the seat and staring out the front window, @BemusedCoquette probably gets her wish when I prove silent for the rest of the trip.

[Jackson. @FalselyFevered]

-- enough to get to the loft. We'll all see who's there when we get back. Honestly? I can't fucking believe it's a place that I'm going to. I never thought that I'd find myself back in Beacon to begin with, but to willingly reunite with more than just @VulnerableVice? Well, --

[Jackson. @FalselyFevered]

-- heard in the back of my mind. It's not something that I feel the need to chime in on, it doesn't involve me. I don't know anymore than @BemusedCoquette does, so I have no room to comment. If nothing else, @JiltedProtector will just have to relinquish her control long --

[Jackson. @FalselyFevered]

-- that doesn't ::always:: work. It's worked less and less over the years, especially with my initial parting from Beacon Hills. That doesn't stop me from trying, though.

Eyes trained out the window, @JiltedProtector and @BemusedCoquette quiet humming chatter is --

[Jackson. @FalselyFevered]

-- or speedy to use the talkie. We have to, though. Had, I should say, because I've left the most of my troop behind. It makes me just as big of a coward and hypocrite as the rest of them, and I try not to dwell on that. I try to never dwell on internalized guilt, and --

[Jackson. @FalselyFevered]

Honestly? I'm no better than @BemusedCoquette. Maybe it's because I'm still stuck in the headspace I had to hold when operating with a troop, that makes me feel like I'm responsible for the people in this car. I don't know. Normally, though? I wouldn't be so keen or --

[Jackson. @FalselyFevered]

-- loft. Over and out." Ending in such a way that'll let ::whoever:: know that I don't plan on carrying out a conversation, I settle the thing in the cupholder and lean back in the seat to spend the ride in silence. I've had enough socializing for the last hour or two, sue me.

[Jackson. @FalselyFevered]

-- Beside me, @JiltedProtector seems confident and unphased, and I can't decide if she actually is... or if she just wears a mask that's more perfected than anything else.

"This is #Jackson. We've got #MsMartin and #MrTate. Got word of the hospital, on our way back to the --

[Jackson. @FalselyFevered]

-- If not? They better get on board, and ::fast::. Drawing the walkie-talkie from my pocket while @JiltedProtector gets the car started, I try for the loft.

It doesn't matter if someone answers, really. What matters is that they hear, and get an update on where we're at. --

[Jackson. @FalselyFevered]

-- be blindsided later.

"I'll explain everything you smell later, @BemusedCoquette." Said and left at that, it's because we settle into the car too quickly and I don't know if everyone in the car is ::aware:: of everything or not. For their sake, I hope they are. --

[Jackson. @FalselyFevered]

Quiet when we slip into the car and formalities are traded between @JiltedProtector, @BemusedCoquette, and #Malia's father, I might roll my eyes for her question, but don't brush off answering her. Better she have a complete idea of what I am, than to just assume and --

[Jackson. @FalselyFevered]

-- say it before we get to the car, I don't make eye contact or even shift my glance from the car. Hell, @BemusedCoquette probably won't even believe it... which is fine. I couldn't care less either way. Perhaps it's a pride thing.

[Jackson. @FalselyFevered]

-- try and call @BemusedCoquette.

"For the record, I would have gone and found you regardless of @JiltedProtector demanding I do or not. Though, she did, because it took her all of point-two seconds of seeing me, before she went into panic mode, so."

Making a point to --

[Jackson. @FalselyFevered]

-- use my help getting in the car, I wave at @JiltedProtector from her distance away in the car. I have no doubt that she, as well as both parents, kept their eyes on the door and waited. We know they did, otherwise #Braeden wouldn't have gotten impatient enough to actually --

[Jackson. @FalselyFevered]

-- want any of them trying to hitch a ride, suck up, or follow us. I don't need people getting any ideas that if they show up where we are, we'll accept them.

I guess I haven't entirely changed.

Back to walking at @BemusedCoquette's side should she choose to lean on me or --

[Jackson. @FalselyFevered]

-- around. Pressing towards the door and swinging it open, I let go of @BemusedCoquette so that she can slip out and I can follow. Rather we do it now, before everyone inside has collected themselves enough and start following us. Regardless of what she told them, I don't --

[Jackson. @FalselyFevered]

-- use. Second; I ::had:: been afraid that her leg was injured by other means. Third; some of it is due to @JiltedProtector, but I'm good enough with myself to say that I wouldn't have left without @BemusedCoquette... I'm just not pleased with how long we've stuck --

[Jackson. @FalselyFevered]

Quiet while @BemusedCoquette is on the phone, I'm good to just lead when we're finally given the go ahead to lead--- by her. Even if I don't comment out loud, I still have a few notes about what end of the conversation I can hear. First; begrudgingly isn't the word I'd --

[Jackson. @FalselyFevered]

-- see a new day, even if I don't say as much.

Stepping back and grasping for @BemusedCoquette, I nod for the doors.