A/N: Inspired by Clarity; Scallison plot bunny that demanded to be written. This is basically a jumble of drabbles based off of one word.
Disclaimer: Not mine, nope.
Fic: Why Are You My Clarity?
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Scallison
I. Frozen
The cold temparature of the water hits him with a shock. His heart rate accelerates as it works harder to pump blood throughout his system. Strongs hands have a grip on his shoulders and are slowly pushing him into the icy water. He closes his eyes just before he submerges, and darkness soon follows.
II. Tragedy
She's blinking back tears, wrapping her hands around his.
"Scott, I"m trying to break up with you."
"I know," he says, despite the fact that his heart is breaking even as the words leave her mouth. He even manages a small smile. "I can wait."He keeps his eyes on her, watching as she breaks their gaze and looks down at their joined hands, sniffling. He wishes he could pull her into his arms, hold her there and go back to pretending that he could protect her from everything the world threw at them. He couldn't, now. It'd only make it harder on her, and that's the last thing he wants. For the first time in a long time, cold settles over his soul. She's trembling, not meeting his gaze, but he can see the tears sliding down her cheeks. They sit right next to each other, but to him, it feels as if there is a cold, invisible separation that is close, but yet so far.
III. Red
He's literally seeing red now. A rising fury begins to spread through him, singeing his nerves as he faces down the man he can hardly call a father. Worse off, the man is trying to explain away how it came to be that he is, for lack of a better term, attempting to uproot Sheriff Stilinksi. Gathering information for a case to impeach the sheriff, he calls it. Scott had only learned of this not a few hours before, from a despairing Stiles. "Your job sucks," he growls. His mother makes an entrance, asking about all the commotion. The man once again explains his "case for impeachment". "Your job sucks," Melissa repeats.
IV. Clarity
A groan from Scott distracts her attention. She notices his claws emerging and already moves toward him, guiding him away and out of sight down a hallway. He's trying to control the transformation; a groan falls past his lips as his claws begin to appear and the impulse—the one he's trying to get a grip on—is growing stronger by the moment. His mother is guiding him down the hallway, out of sight. His eyes are glowing now, and his canines are descending. She frantically tells him to control it, to find his anchor. Stiles had helped him find an anchor, the one thing to keep him grounded,the clarity to hold on to in the midst of madness, to bring him back when the wolf took over. "Allison was my anchor," he grates out, grappling with the beast inside of him, "I don't have Allison anymore."