The Alpha Conversion

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters.

SUMMARY: Scott is starting to lose his Alpha powers, apparently it's a gift from the nemeton tree, but he really doesn't think so, especially since there are so many with eyes on his position and maybe even his mom…*cough cough* Peter.

"Scott look out!" He heard his slightly obnoxious best friend scream. Scott quickly glanced over in said direction just in time to see the clawed hand of an angry werewolf gouge into his side. "Crap! That's gonna take a while to heal." He thought as he and his best friend were currently facing off an uber-pissed alpha. He felt the pain cause him to almost shift back, but he somehow maintained his form. "You ok Scott?" Stiles prodded, concern lacing his tone. "Yeah" He replied in a strained voice, "He barely grazed me." Scott could feel warm and thick blood trickle through his fingers as he tried a pitiful attempt to keep pressure on the wound. The Alpha looked at Scott with a growl and crouched down for a second attack. "Why the hell did you think it was a good idea to search for the Alpha without Derek!?" Stiles chastised in that whiny voice he sometimes gets. Scott was really beginning to wonder about that himself.

"This class is taking forever!" Scott thought as he tapped his fingers on his desk, waiting for the school day to end. He was daydreaming about his date that night with his girlfriend Kira when he felt his phone vibrate. Excited, he picked it up thinking it was Kira confirming their date plans, or maybe saying she would be an hour late…but no…it was Derek and another stupid mandatory meeting at his loft. Gosh Derek needed a life…one that didn't include ruining his own. "Sorry, can't tonight. Already have plans." He quickly texted back when the teacher turned away from him. Another buzz. "Not anymore you don't" was the snarky reply. Scott really wanted to kill Derek in that moment…. I mean, he could miss. What was the worst Derek would do to him anyway? He was an Alpha and Derek currently was a beta, for some reason that didn't seem to change the fact that Derek still could, and would, give him a thorough beat down, and he didn't need another one of those. The Alpha teen groaned and he felt his forehead hit the desk in frustration. Great, Kira will love another canceled date night, I mean it's not like the third cancelled date in a row or anything, and whose fault has it been each time? Oh yeah, douche-bag Derek with his douche-bag meetings in his douche-bag loft. Scott slammed his head into his desk again. "Do you have something to add Mccall?" his teacher frowned upon him disapprovingly. She was definitely not a fan of his since he seemed to miss every other class. "No, uh, I just fell asleep…sorry." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. She glared at him past her narrow-framed glasses, "Well, for those who actually want to graduate from high school…" She turned towards the chalk board once more. "Great! Now she hates me even more!" He sighed, adding another checkmark to his mental list of why he currently hated Derek. There was another buzz of his phone and he internally screamed as he angrily grabbed his phone, "I swear Derek!" He quickly calmed down after he saw his mother's name, "Hey hon, I'm going out on a date tonight so I'm going to leave some money out for you for dinner." Scott sighed and shot his mom a quiz message stating, "Cool." It wasn't like he was going to be able to buy supper tonight, Derek's meetings were always so long…and annoying….and pointless….and not a hot date with his hot girlfriend. For the third time he let his head hit his desk. "Scott! Get out if you're going to sleep!" His teacher screeched.

As soon as the bell rang Scott ran like a bat out of hell. "Stiles!" he shouted, trying to get the attention of the hyper active spaz who was currently at his locker, not so subtly staring at Lydia. "Can you give me a lift to Derek's" Stiles scrunched his nose, "You mean the guy who is constantly making death threats at me?" "He makes death threats at everyone….and yeah." Scott heard his phone buzz, "I know schools out. Get over here." another courteous text from everyone's favorite werewolf…said no one ever. "Scott." "Scott!" The teen wolf looked up to his friend who had a tight grip on his shoulder. "What!?" Scott bit out. Stiles rolled his eyes, "Dude, you're wolfin out! I don't think you want the student population know about your canine alter ego!" Scott shrugged Stiles off but nodded apologetically. He took a deep breath in and felt his claws and fangs retract. "So, I'm taking it that Derek wants you over there pronto?" The wannnabe detective inquired. Scott released a big sigh, "Yeah." Stiles tilted his head, "What about your hot date with Kira?" "Doesn't seem to matter." He begrudged. "Dude, that sucks!" Scott released another sigh, "Tell me about it."

The meeting at Derek's loft was about as much fun as anyone could really imagine, which was not at all, if that really confused anyone. Apparently there was an Alpha werewolf roaming around that was attacking other werewolves. Who knows why, probably to get his kicks off. Derek strictly forbade any werewolf…namely Scott, as if Peter would listen to rules, from wandering on their own, until they tracked the Alpha down and either chased it away or killed it. Peter let everyone know which option he preferred, and no one cared. Peter rolled his eyes and turned to leave out the door. Derek's head shot up at the sudden movement, "I thought I just said that no one was to move on their own." It wasn't really a question. Peter rolled his eyes once more, "As much as I appreciate how much you worry about me, I have a date tonight, one even an angry rampaging Alpha won't stop me from." And with that he sauntered out in a way only Peter Hale could do and not look ridiculous. Derek threw up his hands with an exasperated expression. "Soooo," Scott let out carefully as he saw Derek's eyebrow raise inquiringly, does this mean I can go on my date now?" Derek's face instantly took on the expression that held a dangerous warning. "Ok, and with that I think we should head on home! Where it's safe, and angry alpha werewolf who wants to kill us free!" Stiles said as he ushered a protesting Scott towards the door.

Stiles kept doing this annoying tapping thing on the steering wheel. He obviously had something bugging him, and he was dying to ask. "So…" He quickly glanced over to Scott, "I take it we're not going to back to your house…where you will be safe, and I'm not going to my house, where more importantly, I'll be safe." Scott didn't even glance in Stiles direction, "No." a short pause before it was broken by a shuddering breath, "Oh, god….please tell me we're not.." "We're going to track down the Alpha." Scott interrupted. "Oh good. That's great! Let's go find the thing that wants to brutally maim us, and then kill us, great idea Scott! You got any more ideas to get us killed!?" the hyperactive spaz snipped out sarcastically. "If we don't find the thing, Derek is going to be interrupting all of my dates before I even have them! Do you know what that will mean for me Stiles!? No girlfriend!" "Fine!" Stiles relented. Another pause, "So…." Scott's thin thread of patience snapped,"Oh my god! What Stiles!?" "I was just thinking…" His best friend led on, "Your mom has a date tonight…" Scott raised an eyebrow, "Yeah?" Stiles quick looked at the teen Alpha before he turned his attention back to the road. "Didn't Peter say he had a date tonight?" another pause….a long dreaded pause before Scott broke it, "Oh god…no way!?" Scott looked almost pleadingly at his best friend, "I mean, my mom hates him! He did try to kill me, and he's evil!" Stiles shrugged his shoulders, "I'm just saying, are you sure you wouldn't rather be looking up on the well-being of your mom than going on a suicidal endeavor?" Stiles stated almost hopefully. Looking at Scott you could see that he was actually contemplating heading on home to check on his mother, before he finally shook his head, "No, we're going to search for the Alpha! There's no way my mom would go out with Peter." And with that he crossed his arms like a stubborn child. "Great! I was hoping you would say that." Stiles muttered under his breath, peeved that Scott didn't take the bait.

It was extremely dark out so it was no wonder when Stiles' big toe made an acquaintance with a rather large and hard rock and let forth some colorful language. "Quiet!" Scott scolded, "You're going to give away our location." Stiles glared, "Not all of us have night vision like you Scott!" He hissed back through gritted teeth. He was out in the middle of nowhere with an angry furry killer on the loose, not to mention it was freezing, all for that ungrateful werewolf a** "Stiles!" Scott whispered harshly. Crap! Could he read minds now?! Is that like a new Alpha power? "Get back! I think I smelled something!" Well, thank god he couldn't read minds, but what his werewolf friend said unsettled him. "What do you smell?" Scott paused before replying. "Blood." He said as he slowly turned to face Stiles. Stiles sucked in a breath, "Blood, that's always good, and…oh god we're going to die!" "Shush!" the werewolf teen put a finger to his lips as he crept towards the smell. "Oh yeah, let's just head towards the smell of blood. This is definitely how I wanted to spend my Friday." Stiles kept muttering as he tagged along.

"Wait!" Scott whispered, barring an arm across Stiles' chest. Ok, now even Stiles could smell the blood. It was an overpowering sickly sweet scent that permeated the frigid air. All of a sudden Stiles felt nauseous just thinking about where that smell was coming from. Scott scanned the area and a dark pit settled in his stomach. "Oh, no no no, I know that look Scott! What's wrong?!" he asked in a panicked tone. "I don't see the Alpha anywhere." Scott answered in a nervous voice. "That's a good thing, right? Maybe he went back home to his little werewolf den. I don't know, maybe his werewolf wife was lonely and called him?" Stiles was prattling now. Scott did that slow turn towards him that he hated, mostly because it meant that things were about to hit the fan. "I don't think so Stiles." "And why not!?" He bit out. "Because," Scott explained in a hitched voice, "I can hear his heart beat." Stiles barely had enough time to let out another curse before a hulking form lept out from behind the foliage with a roar that would have intimidated both Derek and Peter, even if neither would ever admit it.

Now back to where we were with a bleeding to death Scott and a whimpering scared out of his mind, mentally cursing his idiotic werewolf friend, Stiles. Doing the best he could to ignore the gaping wound in his side, Scott spread his arms and legs wide in a predatory stance, ready to intercept the enemy Alpha. This seemed to only infuriate his opponent more as he opened his mouth in another deep rumbling roar, saliva dripping down elongated fangs. Scott growled back, his eyes bright red and fangs and claws at the ready. Just as the hulking creature was about to pounce for a second time both Alpha's heads turned to the sound of Stiles yelping and the sound of his body crashing to the forest floor. As Stiles luck, or lack thereof, had it, he had tripped over the mutilated corpse that Scott had been smelling earlier. Stiles could feel the sickening stickiness of coagulating blood coating his hands as he landed in the rampaging Alpha's "leftovers". "Ah, sick!" he griped. "Stiles! Look out!" Almost as soon as he heard his name he felt a crushing force slam into him, throwing him into a tree a knocking the air out of him with a whoosh! Barely conscious he timidly glanced up, afraid he would see the rampaging Alpha towering over him ready to strike for the kill. Instead he saw something far worse.

Scott was standing protectively in front of him, but that wasn't the bad part. The bad part was that there was a large clawed hand protruding from Scott's back, a syrupy dark liquid dripping from it which Stiles queasily recognized as blood, Scott's blood. "S-Scott…are you ok?" Obviously, he wasn't! He needed a doctor, or a vet, or a miracle, or a-. Scott let a grunt escape his nose which brought Stiles out of his thoughts and back to his friend. With a closer look, he could see that Scott had his powerful jaws wrapped menacingly around the larger werewolf's throat, constricting it. The rampaging Alpha growled weakly before ripping his arm out of Scott, and Scott's fangs from around his throat, the force flinging the smaller werewolf into a tree nearby the one Stiles hit earlier. "Scott!" Stiles yelled, terrified for his best friend. Werewolf or not, things were bad. Things were really really bad. Apparently, Scott wounded the elder Alpha bad enough that he decided to turn and run the other way, hopefully away for good.

"Scott!" Stiles yelled as he ran to his friend's crumpled form, carefully turning him over to investigate the extent of the damage sustained via pissed of angry hulk like alpha werewolf. As soon as he turned Scott over, a pair of sharp fangs followed by a weak yet angry growl made their way towards his throat, and he jumped back just in time to avoid getting bitten. He dropped Scott back on the ground in shock. Scott was no longer looking at Stiles as a friend, but as a possible enemy. His eyes glowed red with a feral flame flickering with nervous but viscous fright. His teeth bared in a warning. "S-Scott? Hey, man, it's me. Remember? Your best friend in the world?" he asked softly as if coaxing a scared child. He just got a low growl in reply. "Come on man, you remember me." He kept his hands up and started slowly approaching when all of a sudden Scott pounced at him with claws extended. "Woah!" Stiles yelled and jumped out of the way as the wounded, yet angry, werewolf rushed past him and into the darkened and weary woods, leaving a trail of blood behind him. Stiles slowly stood back up and started to process what happened, and what he had to do. "Oh, my god…Derek is going to kill us…". He whined as he pulled out his cell to call for very delayed and much needed help. He just hoped with all his heart that it wasn't too late.

Scott couldn't remember much, just intense pain flaring up around his middle and through his back. He remembered stumbling around in the dark not really knowing where he was or what he was doing before he tripped over a large stump, knocking him to the ground. He would have yelled out in pain, but he had no energy left for that, He just laid there, panting. Scott felt overwhelmingly hot, yet chilled to the bone at the same time…he had a fever, and from the feel of it, a very high one. Great! Just what he needed. He let out one last pitiful roar before passing out.

Derek was working out when he got the late-night phone call from Stiles of all people. He was kind of expecting a call from Scott saying that he was a big Alpha werewolf who could take care of himself and should be allowed to go on dates whenever he felt like it. Well, how about he try telling Derek that when he hasn't bailed him out for the one thousandth time. "What?" Derek answered the phone tersely. There was a hesitant pause at the other end. "What!?" He asked again more harshly. "Hey Derek…. you know that thing you told us not to do?" Stiles waited for Derek's "Yeah?" his tone carrying an angry warning. "Well we kind of did it…. actually Scott is really hurt aaand running around somewhere in the middle of the woods while bleeding to death….you're not mad right?" Stiles heard a loud swear word…. the sound of a concrete wall smashing from an angry Derek fist, and his voice doing a really awful job at concealing his rage, "Stiles?" "Yeah?" The teen squeaked. "Where are you?" He quickly rattled off instructions on where He and Scott Were and how to get there. "Alright, I will be there in 15 minutes…and Stiles?" "Yeah?" he answered. "You know that you're both dead right?" "Yep, I kinda figured that." He already knew that if Scott made it out alive, Derek would just beat them both to death after. Now Derek just had to make a quick phone call of his own.