D/J - Jackson is the new inmate that gets Big Dog Derek Hale as his cell mate.
[You said prison, I heard masturbation. This was entirely written on my iPod, so it’s a little, meh, but …]
As far as cellmates go, and Derek has been at Beacon Hills Penitentiary long enough to go through a few, the kid is not that bad. Sure, he’s clearly spoilt and ornery and spends most of his days scowling and sulking in the corner, but as the days, weeks, months past, Derek finds that he’s also fiercely funny when he wants to be and has a knack for pushing Derek’s buttons which isn’t as bad as he lets on. Most importantly, trust doesn’t seem to be a word in his dictionary while self-loathing has a twenty-page entry, and Derek of all people can get behind that.
(The name Kate still haunts Derek’s nightmares, rings in his ears with the words stupid and traitor.)
Anyway, the thing is, Derek actually doesn’t mind sharing the same six by eight foot space with one Jackson Whittemore. He might even go so far to say that he likes the kid. A little. Enough, at least, that he lets him follow him around the yard, sit next to him at meals, work out with him; he even backs the kid when his mouth gets him into trouble. Surprisingly, Derek finds himself glad to take Jackson under his wing, like a wolf taking a stray into its pack.