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AN – So, this is my first Teen Wolf fanfiction. I started watching the show when season 4 was either airing, or had just finished. I wanted to write this fanfiction right after season 5A aired, but I didn't have fanfiction back then, and when I got it, I was, and still am, really busy with other fanfictions.
Here is something I feel I should let you all know before you get into this story. I am a major Scott McCall fan, and am really unhappy with Stiles in this season. I know and understand that Stiles was scared of what would happen if Scott knew he killed Donovan, but to me, that was Stiles not trusting Scott, not trusting that he would understand what happened and help him, and it really bugs me that everyone blames Scott when they were both at fault. Scott, for listening to Theo and not giving Stiles a chance to explain, and Stiles, for not telling or trusting Scott with what happened in the first place. If he had just told Scott in the first place, then Theo wouldn't have been able to blackmail him. This story, is not meant to have any character bashing, though one character does get mad at Stiles later on in the story, and if you feel that there is some bashing, it is purely unintentional. If you are a major Stiles fan who thinks it's all Scott's fault, then you probably shouldn't read this story. I'm sorry if this bugs anyone, this is just my opinion. If you guys don't like it, then please don't read. The last thing I want to do is hurt or offend anyone, but I feel you guys should know this going into the story.
Other than that, I hope you guys really do like this story.
Enjoy!
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. - Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum
Scott examined his surroundings with surprise. The last thing he remembered was Theo's claws digging through his chest, ripping his heart into pieces painfully. Everything went dark and cold after that. It was like he was floating until suddenly, his eyes opened and he found himself here, in the middle of a forest.
Quickly recognizing it as the woods right on the edge of Beacon Hills, Scott started walking, trying to figure out what was going on. Was he dead? Theo had clawed his heart, he should be dead, shouldn't he? Was he in some sort of limbo, between life and death? Maybe his werewolf healing had kicked in and was in the process of trying to keep him alive.
"Scott." The Alpha's hearing easily picked up the distant voice calling his name, but it wasn't what the voice was saying that gave him a jolt. It was the person who the voice belonged to. He would've recognized it anywhere.
"Scott." Allison. It was Allison. She was here, and she was calling him. Scott immediately started running through the trees, following the sound of her beautiful voice that he had been longing to hear for over a year.
Soon, he was out of the woods, standing on the edge of a cliff that overlooked the city of Beacon Hills. It was one of the places where Scott and Allison would meet up back when they were dating, when he Dad threatened to kill him if Allison continued seeing him. And just like before, Allison was waiting for him, wearing a white dress that went down to just above her knees and a dark leather jacket, covering her shoulders and arms.
"Hi Scott." Allison with a smile. Slowly, Scott walked towards her, completely mesmerized by how beautiful she was with the moonlight shining down on her.
"Allison." Scott murmured her name as he came to stand in front of her. He hesitantly lifted his hand and placed it on her shoulder. If this really was all in his head, if it was an illusion, the last thing he wanted right now was to break it. But his hand connected with her shoulder, and he immediately pulled her into his arms, tears starting to fill his eyes. Allison quickly returned his hug, holding him as tightly as he could.
"I can't believe you're here." Scott whispered in her ear, her dark brown/black hair covering his face.
"But Scott, you shouldn't be." Allison said, pulling herself out of his arms. Scott however still held onto her upper arms, unwilling to let her go.
"What?" Scott didn't understand what she was saying. Seeing her again was something he had been wishing for ever since she died. How could she say that he shouldn't be here, with her?
"Look." Allison told him as she placed her small hand on his chest gently. Scott looked down and saw the bloodied holes and rips in his shirt. Through them, he saw the wounds that Theo's claws had left. It was then that Scott remembered what had happened, he had forgotten all about it the second he heard Allison's voice, and the pieces fell into place.
"I'm dead." Scott stated in shock. Though he had thought he was before he found Allison, it was still shocking to hear.
"Yes, but not yet." Allison replied, causing Scott to look at her in confusion.
"What do you mean?" Scott asked, staring right into her brown eyes. Allison stayed quiet for a moment, clearly thinking of a way to explain whatever was happening to him.
"Your body is trying to heal itself, trying to keep you alive, but it's failing. The longer you stay here, the less likely you will be able to go back." Allison told him.
"I'm in limbo?" Scott concluded, as he tried to figure out what Allison was telling him. That technically he was dead, but there was still a chance he could return.
"Pretty much." Allison confirmed. She then raised her hand from its spot on Scott's chest, and laid it on his cheek, giving him a small, sad smile.
"Scott, you have to go back." The hunter told him earnestly, "Our friends, your pack, they need you. You have to help them."
"I don't know if I can Allison. I failed them, I failed everyone. I don't know if I can fix what I've done." Scott replied, lowering his head in shame. Allison dropped her hand in response, but kept her eyes on him.
"And what have you done?" Allison wondered, causing Scott to look up at her. If she knew that he was dead, or dying, if she knew who Liam was, then she had to know what all happened in the last few weeks.
"I trusted Theo." Scott said, feeling a surge of anger at the thought of the werewolf, no, the chimera who Scott welcomed only to discover he came to destroy his pack.
"You may have done that, but Stiles, Lydia, Malia, Kira, Liam, they all made their own choices too. You aren't responsible for what they did." Allison responded, nothing but sincerity in her voice and eyes. Scott could see that she truly didn't think he was responsible for what happened.
"I'm their Alpha, of course I'm responsible for them." Scott pointed out. He was their leader, and he led them into a trap of chaos and destruction.
"Only to an extent, Scott. Unless you told them to make those decisions, only they are responsible for them. They didn't have to trust Theo just because you did." Allison tried to get him to believe, but Scott shook his head.
"But if I hadn't trusted Theo, if I hadn't let him in the pack, he wouldn't have had the chance to get close to them." Scott argued. How could she not get it? This was his fault, everything that happened was his fault. The minute he trusted Theo, the minute he let him in the pack, he set off a chain of actions that brought them here.
"We can get close to people who aren't in the pack Scott. It really isn't that hard. We got close to Lydia, and somewhat to Jackson when they weren't in our pack." Allison reminded him. Even though Scott technically wasn't an Alpha at that point, she was right. After he realized that the entire time he was a werewolf, he had been subconsciously forming is own pack, and at the beginning, Lydia and Jackson weren't part of it, not fully, even though Allison was best friends with Lydia, and the redhead was in love with Jackson.
"I don't know how to get them back. Why would they even want too?" Scott asked her, again lowering his head so he couldn't meet Allison's eyes. After everything that happened, he wouldn't blame his friends if they wanted nothing to do with him. If he was in their shoes, he wasn't sure he would. Allison placed her fingers under his chin and forced him to lift up his head so she could stare right into his eyes.
"Because, you're Scott McCall. The Alpha who cares for everyone and wants to save everyone he can despite how much it can cost. The one who never stops fighting." Allison told him with a smile that then turned to a look of determination as she gripped his arms which were still holding hers and said, "And you are not, done, fighting."
Scott didn't say anything, he just stared at her, marveling at the fact that despite she was dead, there was still the fight in her eyes, the spark he had fallen in love with the minute he saw her as she walked into the class room. He used to have that same fight, the fight to protect his friends, his pack, his town. But that fighting had slowly been dying as time continued on. He wasn't sure he had anything left anymore. He had given everything he had, but the fighting never stopped. He felt so broken inside, too broken to get back up and keep fighting.
"Remember what I told you, at that terrible hotel? The Glen Capri?" Allison wondered when Scott remained silent. Again, Scott didn't respond. After that night, he had spent so long trying to forget what happened, but he still remembered. That night haunted him as if it only happened a few hours ago.
"There's always hope." Allison repeated her words from that night. She then put her hand on his cheek again as she told him, "You are their hope Scott, and they need you now more than ever. Bring them back together. Don't let Theo win."
Hearing that, Scott again pulled her into his embrace, laying his head against her shoulder as Allison wrapped her arms around him.
The Alpha wasn't sure what strength he still had, how much fight was still in him, but if this was what Allison wanted, then he would do it. Scott also wasn't sure if his pack would come back to him, but he owed it to Allison, he owed it to everyone to try. The hunter was right, like she usually was. He couldn't leave his pack the way they were. He couldn't promise he would get them back, but he had to try.
Suddenly, a faraway voice broke through the silence, and the former couple broke apart. Scott listened carefully, trying to figure out who it was and what the person was saying. When he heard it again, he looked back at Allison and asked, "Wait, is that?"
"It's your Mom." Allison confirmed before adding, "It's time for you to go back."
Scott wanted to argue, wanted to beg for more time with her, but knew that if he didn't go now, he never would. So, he stared right into her eyes and said, "I love you."
"I love you too, always." Allison replied, smiling at him once more.
"Will I ever see you again?" Scott wondered. He had to know if this was the last time they would ever meet. Allison nodded, clenching her fist.
"One day. But for now, roar." Allison told him, then pounded his chest with her fist, right on his wounds causing a surge of agony to rip through him and a roar to break through his mouth.
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Scott woke roaring before he stopped and let his head fall back down onto the hard floor. Opening his eyes, he found his Mom leaning over him and Mason on his other side, looking down at him in amazement. He was back in the library, he was back. He was alive again.
"Scott?" Hearing his Mom's voice breaking as she said his name, Scott turned his head slightly to look at her. When she saw that she had his attention, she smiled and ran her hand through his hair.
"It's okay, you're okay, you're going to be okay." She whispered comfortingly, tears starting to fall from her eyes. The nurse then moved to lift up her son's head and placed it on her lap.
"Mom?" Scott called out weakly.
"I'm here, I'm here. It's okay, everything's going to be okay." His Mom told him, then pressed a kiss on his forehead despite the blood that he knew was on his face.
"Mason, help me get him up." Melissa ordered the teenager who was still staring at Scott with shock. When he heard Melissa address him though, he moved help Scott stand up.
"I don't get it. He didn't have a heartbeat, he wasn't breathing. He was dead for 15 minutes." Mason told them as they lifted the injured werewolf to his feet.
"It doesn't matter. You're okay now." Melissa said the last part to Scott, who was now standing, though leaning on the two of them heavily.
"Let's get you home." With that, the two helped Scott out of the school and towards her car so they could get him home, to safety.
AN – Hope you guys liked this chapter. Next one will hopefully be up in a week. Reviews and constructive criticism are always welcome.
