What must be done.
Instead of Scott dragging himself to the vet he Boyd has to call Allison to take him there. Thus the Veterinarian is able to talk with both of them about the upcoming war and their role in it.
The Veterinarian glanced at the couple dragging themselves into their office. Judging by the way Scott was bleeding he could only conclude it had been Derek's Job. In fact part of him hoped so, because the last thing Beacon Hills needed right now was another Alpha. The fact that Alison was undamaged implied she had not been anywhere near the conflict, which is also good because he wasn't sure if Derek or his new Lackeys would spare her given the circumstances.
"It is a very risky move to be here." He told Allison holding Scott's heavenly damaged body and placing him on a free table. His main one was currently occupied by a body. A body which Allison apparently recognized if her gasp was any indication "Then again, it was the wise choice." The man said taking his supplies and starting operation on Scott.
"Scott told me to take you here, he didn't want to go to the hospital, and his healing is not working." The girl explained, since her boyfriend was in no condition to do so. The doctor kept bandaging the lacerations, Scott's body would make sure to replace the lost blood if only he could get rid of the wounds infected with the Alpha Taint.
"A wise decision unless you want to alert both his mother and your father of more than one secret you have been withholding from them. I take you are Allison Argent, am I right?" He asked making a brief pause and reaching for a syringe, the anti inflammatory were meant to be used on animals, but they would have to do. "What the hell happened."
"I have no idea, I got a call from his phone and heard Boyd's voice, he told me where to go if I wanted to save Scott. When I found him he was struggling, barely had time to tell me where to go before he collapsed. Why are his wounds not healing."
"It's the power of the Alpha. The damage done will only recover by normal rates, and even then not fully, not even if I draw all of Derek's venom from his tissue." The man stated with worry. "The happenings of Beacon Hills, they are getting out of hand. Trust me Miss Argent, now is not the time for a feud between your clan and Derek's."
The girl sighted she was about to make a comment but Stiles beat her to it "Yeah, but the only people that realize that are within this room." He said entering uninvited. The vet sighted, abandoning his work for a second and making sure the door was closed and no one, werewolf or hunter would interrupt the party.
"How did you find us?" Allison asked curious.
"Nice thing about Iphones" He said pointing Scott's new phone "It's easy to track them with another device. Boy, Derek made quick work of him, I will go on a hunch and say big bad Alpha got Boyd into his Pack of four." Stiles grunted "If that bitch hadn't got in the way..."
"Stiles..." Scott groaned sitting.
"Relax Scott, you took quite a blow." The Vet said. "Actually, it's a good thing you are here. It's about time we discuss what is going on in this town, don't you think Scott?" He asked "I figure we would have that Talk, only didn't figure it would come so soon."
The teen wolf, the hunter and the brains turned to the Veterinarian, who seemed most uncomfortable. "I will not beat too much around the bush. As most of you know I have no problem understanding the legends and science of what people like Scott and Derek are. The reason for that is quite obvious you see, the Hales have been living here for ages, and my family has had the duty of looking after their injuries whenever a Hospital was not a good idea. Because of that I was... enlighted on the finest details of your society." He said picking two operation chairs and placing them for Allison and Stiles, then relaxing his own body against a wall.
"That answers a lot." Allison nodded.
"Yes, and in fact I have also been attending the Argents as well on more than one occasion" The man said turning his eyes to the body not far from him. "Not that your father would remember me. In any case, currently we have A Clan of Hunters going against the code and declaring war on the Wolves. On the other side a clan of wolves, lead by a revenge seeking Alpha who holds no remorse to add members to his pack by playing the strengths of the change against the weak nature of his Pack Members." The Vet sighted, feeling ashamed of Derek.
"It's more than that." Scott breathed heavily. "There is the beast that attacked Allison and Isaac's father." He pointed out
"And Lydia" Stiles reminded them "She's been attacked by Peter and yet shows no signs of turning, other than freaking out in the Ice Ring."
"Hmm..." The man said concerned. "I hope for her safety that Scott's and Stiles predictions don't meet somewhere in the long run, there could be a link there you know." The Vet pointed out "And if Lydia is truly turned, the side she chooses could define the end of this war."
"There's one more, Jackson." Allison exclaimed "He's been very rage full towards Lydia, and acting odd, bleeding and such. I think Derek gave him the bite, but he is somehow rejecting it."
"Another seemingly unimportant yet explosive variable." The vet agreed "And then there are you. The wolf who is dangerously going towards the Omega region, the Hunter who's in love with the wolf, and the human who is dwelling into a world that he should, for all that is worth, NOT DWELL." The man stated. "You see, what Derek and the Argents hold is a very sensible balance of dishes, and it will be the actions of the variable weights, especially the present company, that will that will either maintain it's fine equilibrium or shift the pendulum towards a drastic conclusion."
"What do you mean by that?" Stiles asked.
"It means each of you have to make a choice, and this choice is decisive. Stiles, you could walk away and protect yourself, or you can join your friend and fight for his ideals. Allison, you can turn your back on the family at great risk to yourself and Scott, or you can become the very thing you don't want to be in the name of Peace and Protection."
"Allison?" Scott asked confused "What is he talking about."
"Argent Females are leaders, if I pass their trials I become the leader. Is that what you mean?"
"Precisely. Your mother doesn't have the temper needed to face your grandfather, but in the end it's the word of the leader that matters the most. If you become the leader you can, at some risk to your stability, enforce the code, and that is how you can protect Scott, Boyd and the City."
"It doesn't do a lot to protect us from Derek tough." Scott grinned slightly depressed.
Indeed, and this leads us to your own choice, a very delicate and complex one, one that could do wonders or destroy the city and everyone in it. You will need Lydia, Maybe Jackson, and you will need to give up on the only thing you seek other than Allison, your cure.
"In other words, you want me to become a Werewolf for good?" Scott asked with a frown.
The man nodded "Not just any werewolf... an Omega has no chance against an Alpha, even tough you can hold yourself on the Beta's, for now. You need to become more, something that can beat even Derek or at least allow you to fight on equal ground."
"The only way I can do that is if I become an Alpha, and the only way to become one is Killing another Alpha. Now I don't know if you realized but Derek scrubbed the Ice rink with my body. And I am pretty sure any Alpha nearby would be as aggressive as him."
The Vet grinned "Even an Alpha and a Wolf Born like Derek doesn't know everything there is to know about Lycantropy. Beyond the more known legends and even things you can find around in the archives of the Argents lies much more, things that are kept well hidden from the common knowledge, and for a very good cause I assure you." The man glanced at the teenagers, his seriousness evident.
"Are you telling about the Proto?" Stiles asked. "It's a myth."
"As are werewolves." The doc grinned. "The Proto is to the werewolves what Dracula is to the Vampires. A being of unquestionable power and sagacity. Now, you see, any chance of saving Beacon Hills from a bloody feud between Man and Beast lies on a highter power keeping both sides at bay. Allison, and Stiles can combine forces to stop the Humans from getting involved, but it lies on Scott and Lydia to stop Derek and his pack. Now I am not stupid to say either of them would be able to Match Derek, specially with Isaac and Erika on his side and his influence over Boyd, but even Derek is light years away from beating a Proto you face him with that power and he will back away."
"And what happens then?" Scott asked. "The Argents come after me regardless of Allison's orders. Maybe they will attack Lydia, Stiles, his dad and my mother to force my hand? Or maybe other werewolves will come after my power. You see, one way or another this never ends." Scott argued.
"I cannot predict the future Scott. But I can tell you this much, with the power of the Proto you can very well shape your future, and while it will give you incomparable werewolf powers, it's also the best way to acquire the powers you will require in order to stay human when it matters most." The vet grinned, looking at Allison. "I admit it will be very interesting to see the first Hybrid born from a proto. While I don't know history that well I am betting it will be an unprecedented miracle."
"Oh the Irony." Stiles couldn't hold it anymore "You need to become the King of the Wolves in order to do sex with your girl as a human."
"Stiles!" Both Scott and Allison snapped. They looked at each other, doubt on their eyes.
Allison stood up and held Scott's wrists "It will be a small time we spend apart in order to secure our future together. As much as it frightens me to become the Leader of the Argents. This is something I have to do or you won't be the only innocent harmed by Gerard. We will have to be the best actors possible, fool our friends and enemies. I will have to be with someone else, but all will be worth it" Allison grinned, kissing Scott.
Scott was more indecisive. Unlike Allison his trial was much more dangerous, and it was also irreversible. He was afraid of what he would become, and what would become of not only his life, but those close to him, because of this. If Derek found out, if another alpha found out, if Gerard or Allison's parent's found out... He didn't want to be the Proto, he didn't even want to be an Alpha either which was a much easier option. And Lydia, knowing he would have to use her like a pawn, like Peter used her to get to stiles, the very idea of it made him want to vomit.
Lydia wanted nothing more than to forget what happened, and he would have to drag her in the middle of it. That was a strong reason not to go towards his plan, and the frown in his eyes made it clear to the others in the room he was not happy with the idea or even leaning towards it.
"Please, don't kill me." Stiles said approaching him, then punched Scott in the face.
"STILES!" Allison said alarmed.
"Sorry, but he needed some sense knocked on him." Stiles said holding a Wolfsbane pendant against a furious Scott. The pendant was something he crafted after Isaac nearly killed him during the full moon, but he had hoped it wouldn't have to be used on Scott.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Scott asked Stiles after he regained some of his senses.
"You fell the punch? That will be NOTHING like what Derek and Gerard will do to this city if we stand by and let them have their way. Look, I don't want to drag Lydia and Allison and who knows who else in the middle of this war. But the fact is that there are no good sides in this battle and there is a huge risk."
Stiles went on "My father is the Sheriff. A war breaks out and he will be the first one to get hit by a stray bullet. I don't know if Lydia and Jackson are werewolves but for Gerard this won't matter for long. If they do turn out to be werewolves Derek and the Argents will make their lives miserable. This can only be stopped if we give them a strong reason not to do it and so help me I will force you to become the Proto if it means we can avoid the bloodshed."
Scott looked at his friend like he had grown another head. Stiles sighted "Look, how about I give you a third door? Talk to Lydia, tell her you are a werewolf and what happened between her and Peter. And then tell her about the war. She might not be a werewolf, or she might be one, but one thing she surely can be is a smart and rationale woman. Just ask her her opinion and what she would do in your place."
"I really don't think it is a good idea" Allison stated.
"Unfortunately, Stiles is right." The vet sighted. "Each of us are too involved to take a clear decision. Lydia is involved, but she has not been exposed to the factors like we were. Her reasoning, once she deals with the scare of Scott's story, might provide some enlightening to his doubt. However, we will have to make sure this meeting goes away from prying eyes, both yellow, silver and especially red."
Allison groaned, she knew this would not end well for Lydia and Scott. "Fine, I keep the Argents Distracted, I just know how."
"And I think I know a way of keeping Erica and Boyd out of the Loop" Stiles grinned. "We can use Wolfsbane and a few other trinkets to prevent interference from Isaac and Derek."
"Good. Scott, this is the best I can do for now, complete healing will only be archived by the Gene of the Alpha, or the Proto, but time should help with it somewhat. The information on Proto is well hidden, but not far from here, and it might also be a good idea to learn more about werewolves and how to deceive them and hunters."
"What about you?" Scott asked.
"I have my priorities, which include not making me a target for Derek and Chris. I am sorry if it seems I am putting all the trouble on you, but understand, my survival is the only way to ensure you can be treated if something happens. I do not have a descendant to pass on my skills if I am executed, and these skills will be important in your near future, until Stiles can take up my job."
"No, I understand. And it's not like I want you to become a Victim. I will talk to Lydia. A fair guess is that neither the Argents nor Derek will be looking for her in my room. And it's not like I really need an excuse to get her to Tutor me." Scott pointed, reminding himself of his grades with the Coach and Mr. Andrews.
"Good Luck Scott, and remember, I knew you long before this whole mess began. You were and are a great friend, a responsible lad, and your determination knows no frontiers. Trust these Characteristics about you, and you will be able to reach your goals, just like you did with Lacrosse."
The boy grinned, then he, Stiles and Allison left the clinic. A good thing too because the body on the table was starting to smell bad. The man walked towards the door and closed it once again. Then walked into his office, where another person was already sitting.
"Interesting conversation you had there Balthasar." The person said in a pleased voice as it drank a cup of a very bad smelling coffee. "Even more interesting the reactions it sparked."
"It comes with the job I guess." The Vec, who was actually not named Balthasar. "Why do you insist in calling me that name?"
The person shrugged. "It seems fitting. I really don't waste time remembering the names of my associates. You did a great job tough, I am very pleased in your efforts. All is going according to my best predictions."
The Vet nodded. "What is the girl? Lydia."
"Who? Ah, Maria you mean. I have no doubt she is quite the interesting specimen. Could give Derek a run for his money if she realized the extent of her power. No doubt will make a powerful ally in Scott's Pack, and so the balance shifts, but neither to Derek nor to the Argent's side, for there are more than two dishes on this scale."
"Scott and Allison alone cannot end the feud."
"Perhaps they can't, but I don't need them to do it. All I need them is to be in the right positions on our metaphoric scale before I make my grand entrance in the scheme of things. Personally, I see this more like a very complex and not traditional Japanese Chess Game with multiple sides. We have Silver pieces on one side, and black on the other, both strong and complete armies, but I am betting my money on the crystal side that has as of now three, maybe four pieces and is just waiting to place the others in strategic positions as time makes it necessary."
"And what happens if Black and Silver get to that side first?"
"I just have to make sure that doesn't happen. Not really a problem considering Gerard and Hale are more interested in each others neck and personal affairs than what Scott might be doing with his free time. We Keep Allison away from Scott, and Scott searching for Proto, and no harm will befall them, or Stiles, or Lydia." the one sitting on the table finished, before drinking one last gulp of the acrid substance and leaving the office.
"Whatever you say... Professor."