Title : Scatter Brained
Author : Tariq ( formerly Aeris Jade Orion )
Rating : R
Pairing : SM/AA
Time line : Season One
Summary : Scott decides to deal with the
alpha by getting creative.
Authors note: It's unbeta'd. At the moment I
have no beta reader for this genre. So drop me
a line if you're interested.
Disclaimer : Not mine. All characters belong
to MTV
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Prologue
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" ...our muscles never atrophy. " Derek finished
his lecture on werewolves.
It was the afternoon after the disaster at the
school. He had reaccpted Derek's offer of training.
His life was falling apart. Allison had broken up
with him. Jackson was spying on him, and Lydia was
giving him strange predatory scans.
Worse, the full moon was coming up.
He frowned at what Derek had said. Werewolf muscles
didn't atrophe. They got stronger, but didn't get
weaker. Faster, but not slower. More flexible,
not less.
The beginning of a desperate plan started to form
in the back of his mind.
" How would I treat myself for liquid monkshood? "
He asked idly.
" Inject yourself with a small does of the same. "
Derek said.
" And liquid wolfsbane? " Scott questioned.
" The same treatment. " Derek eyed him curiously.
Scott nodded silently, turning the answers over
in his mind. the plan was a really bad idea. Very
bad, in fact. However, he was at the end of his
rope. Especially where the Alpha was concerned.
' I'll need Stiles to get what I need. ' Scott
realized. ' But I'm not telling him the plan. '
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" Okay. " Stiles zoomed around in his desk chair.
The teen going to his bed and the large box
sitting on it. " I have a print out, showing the
location where the Hercules Gym sank in the
earthquake last year, and you still haven't
explained that one, by the way. A bunch of black
nail polish. A big ol' can of Composite Diamond
Coating. Clear, and very permante. A gallon of
the Argent family special liquid Blue Monkshood.
A gallon of liquid Wolfsbane. A case of syringes.
Several small brushes. A few empty jars, and can
I just say, oh my god! What the hell are you
doing!? "
Scott winced as Stiles flipped out. His best friend
was practically frothing at the mouth. The boy was
flaying his arms around. On the verge of a complete
melt down, and nearly hysterical.
' So much for keeping my halfbaked plan to myself. '
He sighed.
" I've been putting a plan together. " Scott sat
on the bed in defeat. " It isn't even half a plan,
more like bits and pieces. "
" Well, tell me what you have, because you really
don't want to know what I'm thinking. " Stiles told
him.
" Werewolf muscles don't atrophe. " Scott informed
him seriously.
Stiles stared for a long moment, his mouth working
silently, then stared at the map.
" The gym is underground and has all it's old
epuipment. " Stiles said, his facing dawning with
understanding. " You're going to try and match the
Alpha's abilities. "
" No. For all we know the Alpha is working out
whenever he isn't killing someone. What I'm
hoping is to get good enough to not get killed. "
Scott corrected. " Right now, the Alpha can take
me down in one strike. "
" Ah, right. Staying alive is good. I'm liking
your plan so far. " Stiles tapped his thighs.
" But what's with all the other stuff? "
" A little extra insurance. " Scott smiled grimly.
" I'm going to mix the Composite with the Monkshood
and Wolfsbane. Then I'm going to coat my Claws and
toe nails with it. "
" You're a werewolf! " Stiles jumped up. " Assuming
you actually survive the process, if you scratch
yourself, you'd die! "
" My point exactly. " Scott smirked.
" Wh...? " Stiles gaped.
" The next time the Alpha comes after me, my
claws will be a very deadly weapon. " Scott replied.
" You... " Stiles dropped back into his chair like
a stone. " are a genius. "
" It's going to be rough. " Scott admitted.
" Trying to balance the new training schedule
with everything else. "
" I'm with you. " Stiles was somber.
" Are you sure? You've never been one for heavy
exercie. " Scott studied him doubtfully.
" Positive. " Stiles held out his fist.
Scott bumped it with his own.
' We'll get the Alpha. One way or another. '
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Scott grit his teeth. His neck was so tight,
the veins were standing out. Stiles was trying
not to flinch at the unintentional growls
escaping him. It was interwined with whimpers.
He watched through amber wolf eyes as Stiles
quickly brushed the mixed Composite onto the
last toe nail. The sharp wolf nails glowing a
sickly purple from the Argent reciepe and the
added Wolfsbane.
" Paws next. " Stiles swallowed nervously. " Just
no making Stiles sushy. "
Scott unclenched his hands, and forced them to
lay flat on his knees. Twitching when Stiles
began to paint the mixture on his left pinky
claw.
" Dude, I know it hurts, but chill out. " Stiles
finished the entire claw, and moved to the ring
finger claw. " This is a really cool effect,
though. You should leave off the nail polish. "
" Yeah, and the Alpha will know instantly what's
on my claw's. " Scott reminded his friend. " I'm
already risking the Alpha smelling it. I'm hoping
the nail polish and Composite will cover it. "
" Plus, the glowing would be hard to explain. "
Stiles finished the left hand.
Scott grunted and closed his eyes. The pain was
intensifying by the minute.
" Don't worry buddy, I'll be done soon. " Stiles
soothed. " Then we can start excavating the gym. "
' And the real fun would begin. '
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Chapter One
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" I'm not sure about this. " Stiles stared at
the tree doubtfully.
Scott stripped off his shirt, leaving him in just
his shorts, and running shoes.
" Trust me. " He assured his friend.
" You'll kill yourself. " Stiles said again.
Scott flexed his hands and brought out his pitch
black claws. Bending down, he shot forward, and
hit the hundred foot tall tree at a run. The teen
sank his claws in it, planting the heels of his
soles on the bark. Then he started up at a fast
run.
He used his claws and shoes to go upward.
Straining to continue the fast speed. It was hard
despite his being a werewolf. A number of times
he slipped several feet, and had to scramble to
regain purchase.
Then at thirty feet, he lost control of his claws,
and fell. Scott hit the ground hard. Landing on
his back with full force. Bones snapped and broke.
Ribs pierced his lungs. Blood erupted from his mouth.
" Scott! " Stiles ran to him.
" I'm okay! " He moaned. " I'm healing. "
" I told you it was a bad idea. " Stiles put his
hand on his chest.
Scott waited until he was healed, then stood up.
He stared up to the top of the tree. Since he'd
been turned into a werewolf, he'd rarely felt
physically challenged. But when he tried to climb
up the side of the tree with his claws and feet,
his muscles had felt it.
The teen had felt human again.
" I'm going again. " Scott backed up into position.
Stiles meet his gaze, searching his eyes, then
nodded.
The werewolf had a new exercie, and when he had
conquered it. He would make it harder, and harder,
and then even harder.
Anything to keep feeling human.
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Scott dropped into the gym. He scanned the main
area with the flashlight. Stiles hit with a loud
thump behind him.
" Hey, it's in pretty good shape. " Stiles bounced
up to him. " There's no animals, some insects, but
nothing serious. "
He stepped into the weight room.
" The weights aren't metal, so they aren't
rusted. " Scott cast a glance over them. " The
weight equipment itself is serviceable. Only some
minor wear and tear. "
" I think this is going to work. " Stiles smiled
widely.
Scott tossed his gym bag to the side. His friend
doing the same.
" Are you sure about this? " Scott headed for
the leg press first. " You can still back out. "
" Yeah. " Stiles went to the leg press next to
it. " It's time to be serious. "
Scott was going to max out on the weights. Each
and every night. With the werewolf healing, he
could handle it.
He hoped.
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" Okay, are you ready? " Stiles asked nervously
at the starting line of the gym's indoor track.
Scott readjusted the massive weights resting
across his shoulders. Once he had them in a
semi-comfortable position, he lowered his body
into a squat, and nodded.
" Ready. " Stiles held the stopwatch. " Set. Go. "
The teen leapt forward with a loud growl of effort.
Sweat poured from his body. He landed in another
squat, then leapt forward again. His entire body
shaking violently.
They'd been working for two hours now. Stiles had
quit after the first hour. Doing his homework, and
studying. Using the time to drill Scott on his own
classwork.
He was grateful for the other teen's help. He
needed to catch up in his class's. He was flunking
three already. A fact Coach Finstock reminded of
on a daily basis.
He finished his first lap, and continued onto a
second. Nearly falling onto his face, the next
jump he took, but went on.
' Whatever it takes. '
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" What in hell is this!? " Scott held up the thin
black leather zipper case between two fingers.
" A manicure set. " Stiles stiffly, painfully
sat at lunch with him. " For your nails. "
" Yes, but why? " Scott stared at it with disgust.
" What happens if a teacher search's your bag
and finds syrings, not to mention your little
mixture? " Stiles popped a fry in his mouth.
" If you get a hang nail and cut yourself, you'll
be in major trouble. Better to keep 'em filed,
and manicured. "
Scott sighed in disgust. First, nail polish. Now,
a manicure kit.
He opened it up, and removed the file.
" Go on. " Stiles waved a fry. " I won't have my
best bud die of a bad case of nails. "
He shot a disgruntled scowl at his so-called
friend. Then slowly went to work on his nails.
In front of the whole school.
" Oh. My. God. " Lydia's whispering voice rang
clearly in his ears. " You turned Scott gay. "
" What?! " Allison dropped her tray. " I did not! "
" Hello! " Lydia snapped. " Look behind you! He's
wearing nail polish, and manicuring his nails! "
" You're lying! Scott would never... " Allison
started.
" Told you. " Lydia smuggly replied. " But I'll
never forgive you for turning him gay. "
" He's not gay! " Allison protested venoumously.
" I suppose he could be taking the break-up hard. "
Lydia mused. " Or maybe he needs to have a real
woman to... give him a little taste. "
" Hands off! " Allison banged the table.
" What? You broke up with him. " Lydia brushed
off.
" I asked you if I made a mistake. " Allison
sharply said. " You said I didn't. You called
him a coward. "
" I lied. " Lydia casually told her. " Honestly.
He risked his life for us. We didn't know if the
police were coming or not. The only choice we had
was to escape, and the last route open was through
the roof. Of course, it was locked, we did need
the keys, and someone had to find them. "
" But he locked us in the classroom. " Allison
weakly argued.
" Did you hear his side of the story? " Lydia asked.
" No, he tried, but I... "
" ...broke up with him. " Lydia interruped. " Did
it occur to you Stiles has forgiven him? Or that
there was probably a good reason for his actions? "
" What do you mean? " Allison sighed tiredly.
" I've grown up with both Stiles and Scott. "
Lydia's voice became quiet. " I'll admit to not
knowing their names before you came, but I do
know them. Scott is a do-gooder. He has to help
everyone. He is always getting into things. "
" You know the scar on his face? " Lydia
continued. " He got it three years ago. A senior
flipped her car and it caught fire. She was unable
to get out. Scott smashed in a window, and pulled
her out. The car exploded right before they could
get clear. He was badly injured. "
" So the scar is from saving her? " Allison asked.
" Yeah. " Lydia opened a bottle of water. " My
point is, he would never leave us to die. He
locked us in to save us. "
" Why didn't you tell me this before?! " Allison
angrily demanded.
" Two reasons. " Lydia purred. " One. Have you
seen him lately? He's become better than Jackson
on the field, and have you seen the way his body
is developing? I want at least a small taste of
that before you resink your claws into him. And
two, you weren't ready to hear it. "
" I can't believe you. " Allison snapped.
" What? " Lydia questioned in surprise. " If I
thought you would let me have a sample I wouldn't
have had to go to such elaborate methods. "
Scott fumbled with the file. Stiles would kill
him if he heard Lydia say that. He took a firm
hold on the file, and got back to work.
" No, defintely not. " Allison held
back a groan. " I also know Scott wouldn't take
to the idea to well. "
" Really? " Lydia sounded shocked. " Most guys
would kill to have two women. If only for a short
time. "
" Scott, isn't most guys. " Allison put an end
to the conversation. " Beside's I need to talk to
him about what happened the other night, and our
relationship. "
" Good luck. " Lydia sang.
Now Scott was both worried and happy. He couldn't
explain what happened. He couldn't explain the
truth. He couldn't explain the nail polish, or
the new nights training.
Boy was he in trouble.
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Chapter Two
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" Scott. " Allison stopped him and Stiles in
the woods headed for their nightly training.
" We should talk. "
" How did you find us? " Stiles scratched his
head in confusion.
" It wasn't to hard. " Allison cocked his eyebrow.
" You drove straight here. I followed you. "
" Oh. " Stiles slumped in embarressment.
Scott grimanced. The gym was nearby, along with
his climbing trees. She knew where they were at
night now.
" What did you want to talk about? " He asked
Allison nervously.
" What happened at the school. " Allison folded
her arms. " Why you locked us in the classroom. "
" Oh boy. " Stiles whistled.
" The truth, Scott. " Allison demanded softly.
" Not the lies you told me. Or we're over. "
He glanced up to the moon, searching for answers.
Could he tell her? She was an Argent. The daughter
of a werewolf hunter. A member of a family of
werewolf hunters.
" You should tell her. " Stiles spoke up. " The
Vendetta. "
He dropped his gaze to Stiles.
" It's after her family, man. After her, and I
know you're scared she'll reject you, but I don't
think there's a cure. " Stiles went on.
" Cure? " Allison took Scott's hand. " You're
sick? Is that what all the lies have been about? "
" No. " Scott sighed, then shifted into Beta form.
" I'm a Beta werewolf, and your family, the Argents
are werewolf hunters. "
He dropped Allison's hand, returning to normal.
" It wasn't Derek in the school, it was the Alpha
werewolf that bit me. I locked you in the classroom
to protect you from me. " Scott explained. " The
Alpha can control me, and he ordered me to kill my
human pack. The group in the classroom. I regained
control, but I didn't trust myself, so I locked the
door, and broke off the key. "
" He didn't want to tell you because he's been
looking for a cure. " Stiles took up. " He want's
to be with you as a human. "
" Your family are hunters. " Scott sighed. " They
would kill me if they knew what I was, and I don't
trust myself with you. I love you, but I'm afraid
to be with you. "
" I love you, too. " Allison gently kissed him.
" I don't care if you are a werewolf. "
" But... " He protested.
" No, Scott. " She cut him off. " No relationship
is perfect. We'll figure this out, together. "
" Alright, we'll try. " Scott agreed.
" Now. " Allison glared at the two teens. " Both
of you start telling me what the hell you're doing
out here, and why Scott is treating his nail's like
precious stones. "
Scott blanched solid white.
' Now what? '
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" Is all this necessary? " Allison demanded, watching
Stiles chain him up with a long, thick chain.
" Yes. " Scott answered the question. " It's the full
moon tonight. "
" Done. " Stiles stood back. " The moon should be up
in a few minutes. "
He nodded nervously. The last time he had been more
concerned with helping Allison than himself, so he
didn't remember much.
" Stiles, leave us. " Allison said after a long moment.
" What about...? " Stiles trailed off at the deadly
glare she was giving him. " Right, I'll be in the other
room. Howl if you need me. "
Scott jerked in pain as the moon rose. His skin burned
and itched. He arched backwards in the chains. The wolf
bursts free of his body, shifting without his say so.
Thankfully, he was in control, but he could feel the
wolf more clearly than ever.
" Are you okay? " Allison gentle voice soothed him.
The wolf howled in his head. It wanted her, needed her,
demanded her. They wanted her blood on their tongue, and
their blood on hers. To rip her clothes from her body
and feel the heat of her skin as clearly as they could
see it now.
Growling lowly, they merged together, and fought against
the chains. Struggling, they flexed their muscles until
the metal gave under their combined effort.
" Scott? " She backed away.
He leapt forward and pinned her to the floor. Biting his
tongue, blood filled his mouth. They leaned forward and
kissed her. The blood dripped into her mouth, coating
her tongue, and wherever he could reach before his healing
finished. But then he felt her swallow, and the wolf it's
success.
They slowly broke the kiss, sucking on her bottom lip.
Their fang lightly nipping it, and getting blood. Their
tongue lapped it up. Eagerly swallowing it, and every
drop following it.
A link snapped into exsistance between them. Emotions
swirling back and forth. His, the wolfs, and hers. A
door was there in the background. Shut, but he
instinctively knew it could be opened and shut at will.
But for what, he wasn't sure.
Desperate now, he kissed her harder. The pleasure
rebounding from him to her. Her to him. Him to her.
Over and over, until it was too much. They were so
lost and so high in it, they began to strip each other
of their clothes.
The door ripping open, and memories pouring back and
forth. Her, his. Theirs. Then it shut again. They
were simply lost in each other.
Like it was supposed to be.
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Scott rapidly ran up the tree with his claws.
Sweat poured from his body. His lungs wheezed
for air. The muscles of his body were like rubber.
His hands ached and his claws tried to retract.
He fought the reaction. He dug his claws in deeper.
Went faster. Then they withdrew, and fell to the
ground below. Impacting into the leaves with his
back so hard, he left a deep impression.
Bones broke, some splintering, and breaking the
skin. Ribs pierced his lungs. Organs ruptured.
Blood sprayed from his mouth, nose, and ears.
His skull cracked from the base up to the top.
The spine shatter into pieces. Both shoulders
dislocated.
" SCOTT! " Allison kneeled beside him.
" Relax. " Stiles stood over him. " Werewolf
healing. In about five minutes, he'll be racing
back up the tree again. "
Scott grinned slightly in agreement. Though he
was really distracted by her outfit. When she'd
informed them she was joining their make-shift
group, he hadn't thought much about what she'd
wear when working out.
He did appreciate it however. A black sports bra,
and black mid-calf length spandex. A pair of gray
running shoes finished it.
" Bro, stop eyeing your soulbound. " Stiles toed
his side. " We're on a schedule here. "
" I'm not eyeing her. " He protested, and flipped
to his feet.
" Yeah, right. " Stiles slapped his shoulder.
Scott noticed Allison looking pleased with herself.
Very pleased. She had been taking extreme pleasure
in going out of her way to keep him focused completely
on her.
' Focus on the tree, Scott, old boy. ' He reminded
himself as his pulse jumped.
He blew out a sharp breath and backed up. The werewolf
felt his eyes dart over to Allison again. Taking in
her sweaty body. Roaming over her flat stomach, and
perfect abs.
' I'm in sooo much trouble. '
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" This is ridiculous. " Allison spoke up from the
were she was using the chin up bar. " We can't spot
Scott at all, he's using so much weight. "
" No kidding. You should see the amount he uses when
he's doing the exercises in the indoor track, or running
the stairs. " Stiles grunted were he hung upside down
doing sit ups.
" I almost wish I was a werewolf. " Allison huffed out.
" Just for his stamina, healing, and strength. "
" What are complaining about? " Stiles moaned in agony.
" You get all the above. Without the howling and scratching
behind the ears with your feet. All you had to do was bond
to him. Besides you should have seen him the day before
yesterday. He had hardly any muscle, but today, all muscle. "
" I saw. " Allison let out a happy sigh. " Lean, tightly
packed, muscle. "
" Okay, stop drooling over him! " Stiles flayed around
wildly, nearly falling off the bar.
Scott growled loudly at Stiles as he hefted the bar of
weights over his chest with shaky arms. He was maxing
out his weight again. Bench pressing a weight so far
above his capabilities he was having to slowly fight
to get the bar back up each time.
He didn't mind the two talking. It was interesting and
kept his mind off the pain. But he didn't need Stiles
yelling, or acting out. Especially toward Allison. It
brought out the wolf, and set off his instincts.
" Oh calm down, sour wolf. " Stiles shot his way.
" You're just upset because you haven't had much alone
time with your mate since the breakup. "
" Have you two thought any further on your plans? "
Allison changed the subject quickly. Then dropped from
the chin-up bar, heading for the ab machine.
" Some. " Stiles got down and went for the cable
crossover machine. " Scott's proven the Alpha will come
running if he howl's his position. We've been throwing
around the idea of trying it again, but under a more
controlled condition. "
" With actual weapons. " Scott sat up on the bench.
" We also need to decide on a location. We have to be
sure we won't be herded and trapped again. "
" Of course, we have to get those weapons, " Stiles
admitted. " and figure out a location. "
" What weapons do you know how to use? " Allison asked
in exasperation.
" Me dad taught us how to use a rifle, and last year,
he taught us how to use a handgun. " Stiles said.
" We'll have to train to shot a fast moving
target. " Scott sat in the lower body weight machine.
" I'm talking, at least, sixty mile per hour fast,
and tiny. "
" Wonderful. " Stiles winced. " I am so not looking
forward to it. How are we going to get the weapons?
Or the monkshood bullets? "
" Leave it to me. " Allison grinned slightly. " My
dad is a gun supplier, remember? "
" What about you? " Scott asked.
" Archery. " She reminded him. " Besides, dad taught
me a lot about shooting. I'll train with you on the
guns and rifles. But also on my archery. "
" Stiles, can you rig something up? " Scott questioned
his friend.
" Sure. I can use the tennis ball machine downstairs. "
Stiles became excited. " I know how to adjust the motor
to shoot the tennis balls faster, and I also know where
I can get hundreds of replacement balls for free. "
Scott exchanged a doubtful look with Allison.
" Is this legal? " He finally inquired.
" Do you really want to know? " Stiles asked.
" No. " Allison firmly stopped Scott.
" Good choice. " Stiles laughed.
Scott sighed as Allison and Stiles went into another
long conversation. This time about weapons.
' It's going to be a long night. '
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To Be Continued