This fic started off as a way to try and plug some plot holes in my own mind. I've always been bothered by the fact that even after Peter killed Laura (and his healing process was speeding up) that he could only communicate with Derek by lifting one finger(and Derek doesn't see this so it's not to fool him into thinking Peter's can't communicate...only the audience sees the finger) and yet, he (along with his nurse) supposedly lured Laura to Beacon Hills. How was he supposed to be doing all this plotting if he couldn't even communicate? Anyway it sparked an idea. Well, I started writing and it was supposed to be a quick little one shot...low and behold it grew until I had an 8 chapter series finale. It still includes the original idea weaved within it, but it also has plenty of flashbacks that reveal what happens to various characters. This is a darkfiction( no rainbows and unicorns)...Main character...Scott...Character cameos Stiles, Allison, Aiden (with Ethan), Lydia, Derek, and Peter...PRO Peter...ANTI Deaton (...contains mild Scallison, Pydia, Laiden (not really romance but acknowledgement of the pairings)...some character twists (good characters become evil...etc)...suicide and multiple deaths. Rated M.
I do not own Teen Wolf
IN WHOM WE TRUST
Scott slumped down in the corner, perspiration running over his forehead and down his face. Peter's final words filtered through his brain.
"He's been lying to you Scott...this entire time...he's been lying."
Scott hadn't wanted to believe him, but he couldn't take the chance that the older werewolf was wrong Too much had happened. Too many people had died...Stiles...Allison...Derek...Lydia...all of them...all his friends were gone, and they were never coming back. Scott had to know the truth.
Peter had been the last to fall...his will to survive serving him until the end, where at last succumbed to the final death, he had so often avoided.
"You can't trust him, Scott...you know what to do...how to find out."
The true alpha had strained to hear his final words as Peter struggled to breath...then he was gone, leaving Scott to face the Nemeton alone.
How long had it taken for Scott to trust him...had he really ever gotten to that point? He could not honestly answer yes.
Not that it mattered now...Peter Hale was dead along with the rest of them.
Did Scott really believe his accusation? Or was he trying to fulfill a dying man's wish? Whatever the case might be...his mentor...Deaton...lay at this feet.
He hesitated as his hand hovered over his former emissary's head. How many times had he done this? Half a dozen? A dozen at best? If Peter had been alive, Scott would have passed the responsibility off to him. Probing people's minds and their private thoughts had never set well with the true alpha.
Scott slowly pressed his claws into the flesh at the back of Deaton's neck. As they sunk in, he could feel his mind began to merge with the vet. Due to his subject's unconscious condition, the images flashed freely and frequently. Scott McCall was flung back into the past.
Scott was unprepared for the musty smell of earth that assaulted his nostrils. Inhaling deeply, he pushed his senses past his shocked respiratory system and willed himself to focus.
The room was dimly lit, candles sporadically surrounding the perimeter. In the center of the room stood what Scott surmised to be around a dozen people...all dressed in long robes.
"Are you sure this is the only way?"
The emaciated woman's long blond hair was striking in comparison to her malnourished frame. It flourished while she appeared to wither away.
The man to her right nodded. Scott recognized him...it was Deaton.
"According to Silvia, without the Hale line, specifically Talia or Peter, there is no hope of ever restoring the balance."
"Are we going to trust a seer?"
The short balding man shifted nervously from foot to foot. His outburst immediately caught the attention of the woman standing directly at Deaton's right. Her lips drew into a tight line of disapproval.
"The seer does not lie," she retorted, haughtily.
Despite his apprehension, the man cleared his throat and demanded to be heard.
"She may not lie, but if I understand correctly, she's not always right. She's been known to miss it from time to time."
"And what would you know about it...I've been a druid from the time I was a little girl...how long have you been with us?"
The man's mouth dropped open but before he could protest, Deaton intervened.
"Cedric's opinion is welcome here just like anyone else's. What we are considering to undertake may be dangerous, and I for one would like to know what everyone has to say."
The calm in Deaton's voice was not unfamiliar to Scott. It testified to his mentor's fearlessness in the face of danger...a quality that Scott had always admired.
The haughty woman looked offended at the rebuke but kept her mouth shut.
Feeling bolder Cedric continued, "The seer...how can you be so sure she is right?"
"It is true that the seer has missed several predictions over the years...and with increasing intensity over the last few, but the fact that she cited the Hale line is enough for me to believe that this particular prediction is true. We've known for years that their particular line is unique in werewolf circles...something that was not lost on Talia Hale."
"Talia Hale knew?!"
The outburst came from the haughty woman. She seemed to have dropped her grudge against their newest initiate for the moment and was fully engaged in the information coming forth.
"I believe she did. Talia did not share everything with me although I worked diligently to gain her trust. Matters concerning her family was for the most part off limits especially those that dealt with herself or her brother."
"I don't understand...knew what?"
Cedric looked sheepishly from Deaton to the haughty woman, who had again taken on a smug expression towards the man she considered her inferior.
"Knew that her line could produce a true alpha," she said, condescendingly.
Scott furrowed his brow. Suddenly, he wished he could communicate with those in the room, but they were only a memory in Deaton's head. A true alpha was forged from character and will. What did the Hales have to do with it?
"But I thought that a person's character produced a true alpha...that and their will," Cedric, protested.
"Thank you, Cedric," thought Scott.
"That is what we have led the werewolves to believe," Deaton said softly.
Cedric looked around the room. It was obvious to Scott that the little man had been as much in the dark as he was. And it seemed that among those in the room he was the only one.
"...but why lie?" he asked.
Deaton seemed to weigh his words before answering.
"Do you remember the story I told you when you first joined us about the alpha known as Deucalion?"
Cedric nodded.
"His goal is to form a perfect alpha pack. Could you imagine the pack he'd have if he could potentially produce as many true alphas as he wanted?"
Deaton paused allowing the weight of what he had said to sink in.
"He could have an army...not just a pack," Cedric mumbled.
"Exactly," Deaton agreed, "and if he knew an alpha that could produce true alphas, he would not stop until that alpha was producing them for his pack and then he would be unstoppable."
Scott pushed back the questions that flooded his mind as he became engrossed in the conversation unfolding before him. Things were not what he had believed them to be.
"Talia Hale?" Cedric said suddenly, his eyes as big as saucers.
Deaton smiled, "Talia would never join Deucalion...that was not a path she was willing to take no matter what it might cost her...but don't be mistaken...if she had I believe it would have been a disaster."
"And what makes you so sure that she was able to produce true alphas?" Cedric continued.
"She never gave the bite...refused to...that is why I believe that she knew," Deaton answered.
"And the brother?" asked Cedric.
"According to the seer he has the same ability."
"What about her offspring?" the haughty woman chimed in.
Deaton shook his head.
"Talia mated for love...bloodline was not a consideration..sorry to say, her children do not have the same ability."
"Are her offspring true alpha's themselves?"
The thin woman, who had been keeping silent, finally voiced her concern.
Again Deaton shook his head.
"A true alpha can not be born...it's only passed on through the bite and even then it's not a sure thing."
"And now Talia is dead and our hope rests in a half burnt out corpse of a man that isn't even aware of his existence."
The voice came from a darkened corner of the room that Scott had previously overlooked. The old woman shuffled out, her frail body leaning heavily on a twisted cane. Looking back to Deaton, Scott noted that he looked slightly annoyed, yet seemed resigned to allow the woman to speak.
"Never the less it is hope. It will take some time...a long time...but he will recover."
"How long?" the old hag wheezed.
"The injuries are extensive...I can't tell how long it will take or if he'll be in his right mind when he comes to," Deaton explained.
"What do we care whether he is in his right mind or not...he's a mean's to an end...we need his bite not his intellect"
Scott felt himself cringe at her insensitivity. Peter had not been the most scrupulous of people but not even he didn't deserve what Kate had done to him and his family.
"Never the less he needs to be taken care of," Deaton continued, "...the best care possible to speed his recovery. I've already arranged for him a private room and the best doctor available. What I need is someone to keep an eye on him...to let the rest of us know of his progress."
The old woman waved her hand as she shuffled towards the exit. Was she dismissing herself? Or was she dismissing them? Scott couldn't tell.
"Choose whoever you want...I leave the details to you...you can let us know of your progress as you go," she said.
Quickly, one by one, the rest of the group followed her out until Deaton was let alone with a young dark haired woman.
"I'll do it," she said, "I'm a registered nurse."
Deaton smiled and nodded.
"Let's discuss the details above ground," he said as he took the young woman by the arm and led her out.
Scott recognized her. She was Peter's nurse.