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Jordan opens his eyes, still heavy with sleep, as he tries to take in his surroundings. Surrounded by trees, he figures out that he's in the preserve, but he has no idea how he got there. He hears a twig snap, and immediately goes into high alert.
"Hello?" Jordan calls out into the trees, only to hear silence in return.
More twigs begin to snap, a faint crackling beginning to become louder. As Jordan goes for his gun, he feels nothing, only to see he's not wearing any clothes.
Jordan, for a brief moment, loses his composure and shouts, "Is anyone there!"
The crackling comes to an abrupt stop, and for a second Jordan thinks he might finally get an answer, when things suddenly begin to fade into shadow. As the darkness fully surrounds him, he can feel the Hellhound begin to surface. His primal side begins to take over as his skin begins to crack and glow, lit from inside by the liquid fire burning in his eyes.
Fire burning and eyes flaring, he roars out into the void, "Who's there?!"
A few moments later, a flicker of light appears in the darkness, and continues to grow. Jordan squints at it, eyes beginning to return to normal. The light spreads out and sparks, sending everything around him bursting into flame.
"Holy shit!", he shouts as he jumps back while the fire rages, frantically looking around for a way out of the blaze. As he moves his head around, he makes out a body in the flames, and begins to move toward it. "Who's there? What's going on??" He screamed at the person. He moves forward, only to startle back at seeing a feminine figure in the fires shadow.
"Hello?....Ma'am? What's goin---" before he's interrupted by seeing her face.
"Oh no, not you...why are you here? WHY ARE YOU HERE?!" He moves to back away only to find himself unable to move.
The figure moves forward, and he stands there while she moves to touch him, the fire clinging to her like demonic robes. Just before she makes contact, she freezes.
Jordan goes to open his mouth before she screams and the fire engulfs them both...
Sitting up in a cold sweat, Jordan looks around to see he's back in his room. He drags his hand down his face then sits up, taking a moment to regain control. He heads over to the washroom to recover from the nightmare, quite rattled from the experience. He takes a look in his mirror and sighs at what looks back. Skin glistening with sweat and his face looking older and more tired, heavy bags finding their home under his haunted gaze. He goes and splashes some water on his face to chase away any lingering images of that lady, and washes up before heading back to his bed.
Turning on his side to look at the clock next to his bed, he slumps in defeat knowing he'll have to get up for work in a few hours. Jordan sighs again before turning on his side, gazing at the picture frames he has on his nightstand. He looks at them with a small smile, thinking back on the moment with the feeling of friends and family and happiness.
The one on its side a clear picture of the barbecue they all had to celebrate the day the Packs joined together. Derek is sitting under a tree content with his book and his pack, while the adults man the grill. Scott, Allison and Isaac are chatting with Jackson and Lydia, all smiling and happily immersed in conversation. Boyd is sitting at one of the tables with an amused expression and fond eyes as Erica sits in his lap laughing. Across from them are himself and Stiles, seated next to each other while Stiles grins at the joke he made while Jordan grins with them.
The one closest to his bed has his eyes softening and his heart fill with warmth. After months of dancing around their feelings for each other, Stiles finally decided he'd had enough and asked Jordan out. At first he'd been worried about the age difference as well as what the Sheriff would think, but the picture is a great reminder that he couldn't be happier for them.
They're in the station at Jordan's desk, whiles Stiles sits on top of it. Their foreheads are pressed together, shy smiles on their faces as they stare at each other with nothing but love in their eyes.
Sighing happily at the memory, Jordan peacefully drifts off into sleep, his nightmare long forgotten.