What they didn't Know... Exodiano's Version
Do not own Teen Wolf, do not sue!
A/N: This was born today when I was thinking if accepting the a new fiction or chapter 4 dedication of her fiction Instincts from Andromeda Cain... as a way to see what different writers came up to with strict rules on what to put in but no rules at all on the how or the timing.
Rule 1: Scott must be a closet!Stark-level!genius with a Stark-level! Lab underneath his home that only his mom knows of (and that's because it's his Tesla-reactor [or whatever you want to call it] that powers the house). Even Stiles doesn't know it. The WHY is up to you, for me it is because his father wanted to use him to get rich and abuse his inventions.
Rule 2: No Iron suit! But sonic weapons and other trinkets are allowed... think a little about gnome and goblin engineering from WoW, just a lil' more realistic and scientifically correct, with a dash of Eureka innovation thrown into, like the Martha Drones, Holographic crystals and AI...
Rule 3: Scott is revealed to be a genius in class during Chem because of exhaustion from a long sleepless night of experimenting in his lab to find a cure or at least a suppressor for his baser instincts on the full moons (like Bruce/Hulk) and he corrects Mr. Harris and Lydia in a programmed debate on advanced Chem to demonstrate one of the college courses the teens could get in (or something like that) demonstrating everything he says with a holografic representation and advanced schematics from a golden bracelet on how to do what he just explained. Then he sees the gaping mouths of everyone and Mr. Harris says that everything is correct and he just collapses.
Rule 4: Isaac is the one tasked with the taking him to the infirmary first and then home. Stiles is prohibited by Mr. Harris as he is in detention for for cursing out loud (while the rest of the class, even Mr. Harris, did it in their head 'WTF!'), and Melissa can't come take him home as she is helping in the operating room at the hospital. So Stiles is given Scott's bike's keys and he gives Isaac his jeep.
Rule 5: When Isaac get Scott home, a voice that presents itself as L.A.U.R.A. (counterpart to Jarvis and with her 3D avatar [Serina-like] inspired to Laura Hale [who was Scott's secret BFF while Stile is his Bro'] guides the teen to the basement door to get her master to the automated infirmary in the lab underneath the house as ther is an anomaly in the brainwaves that could prove detrimental (what she doesn't say is that she detects it in Scott and Isaac [as they are werewolves, and Scott just overrides her every time he enters the lab because he's too lazy to change the base code of the AI]) and locks the door when they are in with quarantine protocol active.
Rule 6: Fluff ensues, followed by Scott manually overriding the door lock with the most difficulty you can imagine and change the parameters to recognize his werewolf status.
Rule 7: Aftermath... well the cat is out of the bag... so... whatever you want, but no getting back in the genius-closet and also ScottXIsaac must continue (possibly with Dom!Caring!Predator!Territorial!Scott.
All this said, I dedicate this to Andromeda Cain, don't ever let others get you down!
So... Onward to the futur... ops, the story...
Flashback
10 years ago, Scott's McCall room, McCall Ranch, Texas
Scott was six year old and a bright, solar boy. His IQ so high he had his Mensa acceptance letter when he was four and a library full of advanced scientific books full of corrections and expansions all don in his cursive calligraphy.
When his mother found him with her high school math books she thought he was doodling and let him do it as she was finishing her nurse school and didn't need them anymore, but when he took a nap and she took her volumes back, she saw that he solved even the most difficult questions in four to six passages and promptly called the pediatric office and got an appointment. Things got better for a time after that. Her child got a 324 points IQ, something unheard of, and his husband was all the proud father he could be, with his 'My son this', 'my son that'.
Then, the child began to tinker with all the junk they kept in the hopes to recover something useful to repair something else when it broke... and created things that were, in her opinion, at least twenty years ahead of their time.
First it had been a little toy dog when their old mutt, Black, died of old age and his father didn't want to buy another one. The... cyberwolf, as Scotty defined it, called Shadow, resembled a black puppy wolf with glowy green eyes and polished sleek smooth alabaster body and sharp silver teeth. His dad almost punched her because she wouldn't tell him where did she buy it so the could return it, but insisted that Scott built it.
Two days later Scott built a solar powered eagle that registered some thugs from another ranch nearby taking some cattle and his father started believing her... and also began having a greedy gleam in his eyes when he looked at his son.
Some months later and Melissa got almost a heart attack when she saw hes husband manhandling their son because he refused to build a combat robot. When she asked why did he want one he told her that she didn't have any right to ask questions and backhanded her. Scott cried in shock and Shadow appeared and used her built-in taser to render Caleb McCall unconscious.
Melissa Called the Sheriff, filed for divorce, custody and a restraining order, got her belongings, Scott and his things and got back to her parents in Beacon Hills.
The judge, a certain Madam Gwen Ruperts, ex DoD chief, ex Black-Ops, just signed all papers after hearing what happened and talking with lil' Scotty for ten minutes and got even a government issued permit to keep all his inventions without possibility of them being seized by CIA or the DoD, just with the promise that he would help them when he would be an adult in their R&D as an external resource. (The fact that Scott got a surprise trust fund for his bigger inventions anonymously was thoroughly ignored).
Flashback Ends.
Tuesday, 10:39 pm Scott's Lab, Underneath McCall's household.
"L.A.U.R.A. Please, override code Alpha, Charlie 9-3-4-2, there is nothing wrong with my brain, let me work in the cyberspace in peace, and no interruptions even for bed, I have to complete the genetic alterations on the strain to get the cure ready or at least render this cursed thing manageable. This is the millionth simulation we do and still no result! Aconite is too deadly, so is silver, splicing the DNA is too random, so the solution may be in creating a retrovirus, so please, shut up!"
The lab was a sleek, top of the line one, with smooth surfaces, walls and machinery all created by his owner. All stark white with changing lights to show the time of the day when not in full function, it also had a rest mode which dimmed the lights to 30% and classical music poured directly from the softly vibrating walls, no entertainment system needed. From a pedestal in front of the teen a 3D holographic image of a beautiful woman one foot high sighed and just said softly "Beginning Simulation".
None had ever seen her other then the teen mother. L.A.U.R.A. was the spitting image of her, now dead, physical namesake: Laura Hale. With her soft, chestnut, wavy hair, straight nose and secretive eyes, she was the perfect friend for a new boy in town with a secret of his own.
They met in the park near the hospital where Melissa would begin to work in a week from when they moved in with his grandparents. She was there because she was waiting for her human cousins Claudia and Stephen to get home, and he was waiting for her mother to finish her job interview by playing with Shadow a game of catch.
Let's just say that she asked about what Shadow was, he answered and asked what she was, she told him stupefied that he found out and... the rest is a story of babysitting and friendship till the fire when he was ten. Then the panic attacks that Scott began to have were considered asthma and Stiles helped him deal with the loss by the disappearance of his BFF and her brother to who knows where and the ADHD boy became his Bro in all but blood, but some things are meant to be kept secret even to your family, so he never told anyone else of Shadow, whom he sent to find and stay with Laura, or his other inventions.
Then, a year later, his grandparents died in a plane crash and they inherited the place and to keep himself busy enough to not think of the loss he began to build his subterranean lab dismantling the one in his grandpa's workshop. While doing so, he built his mk. I Tesla reactor that used the natural Earth magnetic field to give power to his home and some amenities, apparatus that he named after his Idol and which he improved till his now perfecter mk. XII version that powered, unknowingly to the rest of the population, half Beacon Hills.
When he was thirteen, Shadow reappeared with a videotape from Laura that apologized for the way she left so suddenly with her brother and promising that she would be back from NY when she and Derek graduated and got their wits together to return and maybe form a pack together (with him as an honorary member, of course), that calmed his panic attacks somewhat but still didn't reassure him enough. He used her voice and image and his memories of her to create his first humanoid AI to man his lab and his more time consuming experiments while he was at school and created a golden bracelet that he could use to project her hologram and her reports or other things he required while alone either at home but out of the lab or at school but away from prying eyes.
His secret life in place, he continued his experiments and even thought about recruiting Lydia when he found her, but changed his mind when he found out by his now States-wide secret information gathering network, that he was creating as a Christmas gift for Auntie Gwen, that his father got in contact with a underworld boss about getting him back and killing his mother in exchange of all 'Caleb's inventions' which were Scott's solar powered falcon and Scott's 'combat' wolf and things he 'wouldn't (read couldn't) reveal'.
That's when he did all he could to keep his father away from them, going as far as destroying every evidence of his inventions from his old home in Texas and convict his father for embezzlement and theft, followed by his paranoid: "I won't ever reveal my genius to anyone anymore".
He began failing in school, with reluctant consent from Auntie Gwen and his mom, then made a fool of himself with Lydia first, then with all the rest of the school in chemistry and math, then began to be late and 'forget' assignments, joined lacrosse to warm the benches even if he could be one of the best players... and so on till he barely passed.
At sixteen, Laura came back... and what an earful had that been! She almost tore his left ear out... til he told her why was he barely passing... and she just grumbled a little bit but let it pass... but almost tore him the right one when he found out his new AI: L.A.U.R.A.
That had been an epic encounter... they just looked at each other, grinned, looked at Scott with grin #8: Ya-gonna-get-a-new-hole-ripped-into-ya! and the original Laura got him by his hear and scolded him so much he could remember her words like it was ten minutes ago it happened.
Then she died and he was bitten... and he had to keep his charade and keeping secret that he was a genius, adding now that he knew that he was a werewolf first from Stiles, then Derek who didn't recognize him, and the rest of Beacon Hills.
Then they killed the Alpha, Peter freaking Hale, who should have been in a coma, that had killed Laura, that had turned him... and Derek had become Alpha, ruining his chances with Allison, even if it was just a high school fling, and the rest of the argents came and some other teens were turned by the last Hale.
While recollecting all this, the simulation was playing in front of him going swimmingly on the holographic 3D display delineating all the process of rewriting his DNA to the previous human one. Smoothly, that is, till the blue hologram started flashing first orange, than an angry red displaying the total decay of his cells to his base components: his death by total liquefaction.
He swore in eight different natural languages, three he invented and a sound one that seemed a binary/machine one he learned to do from his first attempt at Higher AI construction.
Then he began the test anew, again, again, and again, till it was 5 am and he had to leave the lab and prepare for school.
Showered, dressed and gobbled down three coffees and four energy drinks, he got on his bike and went to school, completely forgetting that his new werewolf biology would tear down the components from the drinks like a starved lion in front of a lamb and his energy rush would end too soon... during chemistry.
Wednesday, 10:12 am, Chemistry classroom.
Scott was laughing in his head about the simplistic method the teacher was trying to keep up a debate with too bright-but-not-enough-to-reach-his-level-of-sheer-brilliance Lydia to convince the damned youth of Beacon Hills that not all life was based on Law, Baseball, Soccer, Football, Lacrosse, Games, Economics, Beauty and Military (and Sex).
The thirty-second minute of debate, his eyelids began to feel heavy and the sheer dumbness of the comments and 'proofs' brought on made him just blurt out: "Now, That's just wrong!"
Silence descended in the classroom as Mr Harris face frosted and Lydia, the one who made the last comment, began to fume and turned on him blurting out a venomous "WHAT?"
The silenced class watched agape as Scott just got up, unclasped his golden bracelet, detached three minuscule orbs from the inside and threw them in the air were they hanged as if suspended by invisible threads. From them, a holographic image of the chemical in question appeared and the teen began the most accurate and through explanation on the hows and whys the processes that Lydia proposed to use in it's modification were going to fail, complete with simulations and suspended formulas so complex that only the teacher and Lydia knew what he was talking about. Then Mr. Harris began to question him on everything from normal run of the mill chemistry to quantum physics and under the ever more hanging open-mouthed classmates, he answered correctly everything.
The professor completed the Q&A session with the fated question: "Why did you hide your capabilities, McCall?"
The answer shocked them all: "To protect my mother" then he fainted from exhaustion.