Life goes on

Glazed eyes stare up into Scott's blank face. This was it, this was his cure. He knows he only has a few moments before Peter's alpha status instantaneously heals him back from his burned state.

"Do it." Peter says through gritted teeth. "This is what you want, a cure?" Scott's jaw clenches as he collapses besides Peter. He looks around to find Derek, nowhere in sight. He must still be sleeping cold on the cracked wooden floors of the Hale house. Scott's body shudders as a low growl begins to erupt from the sociopathic alpha beneath him. He raises his hand above his head, revealing stretched out claw. This is it. He thought. Goodbye Allison, goodbye first line, goodbye everything I've always wanted. He continues to trail through everything that will be taken away once he gives Peter his final blow. Goodbye stupid curse. In a way he is happy. None of those things really matter to him except Allison and she was long gone by now. He still has Stiles, his mother and even Sheriff Stilinski. Their love was enough for him and the support Stiles is was all he truly needed. He had always stuck to his side, even though he blew him off every chance he got to be with Allison.

His body aches as it slowly heals from the deep gashes given to him earlier. He remembers the most satisfying look Peter gave him as his hand was lost in Scotts gut and the blood that trailed down his arm, dripping like rain drops off of a roof.

He looks back down at Peter, whose words choked through the blood in his mouth. "I guess you're not enough, Scott. You were always weak." He can feel the tension run through Peter's body as it starts to heal. "You will never be enough." Scott's eyes continue with a blank stare. "Always disappointing the people around you; your mother, your friends and you're stupid little high school crush that means absolutely nothing. You are nothing." The last word hit Scott's chest like a sack of bricks.

He regains enough strength to bring his arm back up into position, preparing for the final strike. A deep breath leaves his chest as he readies himself to lose all of his hardships. His hand slits through Peter's throat in an impatient manner, leaving a guttural cry from another lost soul. Scott now collapses fully over the dead, crunchy leaves. He gasps for air as if he's been drowning under water.

Instead of feeling weak, he feels even stronger, more powerful than ever. Scott's eyes are half lidded; they burn against the seal that protects them. Now aware of his surroundings, Scott can feel the sudden intake of Allison's breath as she stammers towards her father, and he can almost see Stiles' mouth fall open, and scent the overwhelming jealousy shooting out of Jackson's skin. He's confused.

"What did you do?" A voice breaks the silence, its cold and hard, hinting nervousness. Scott turns around within milliseconds of the question, only to see Derek limping shyly towards him. His face is blank, but his scent screams OH SHIT.

"What do you mean?" Scott says, his voice short. "I killed the Alpha; I'm cured just like you said." Derek's face drops towards the ground and he looks disappointed and full of regret.

"No." He finally replies. "I said it could cure you, but I-I wasn't sure of it." He finally raises his head and looks hard and deep into Scott's eyes. "But I guess I was wrong."

"Wait w-what?" Scott exhales and knits his brows together, forming a confused look.

"It means you're the Alpha, Scott." Scott instantly maneuvers his head towards Mr. Argent to see him looking coldly into his eyes. "You killed the Alpha and now you are the Alpha, get it? Chris' voice is still hard, yet sarcastic.

"No but Derek said-" Scotts voice falls to a growl.

"Derek was wrong." Stiles buds in with a look of empathy on his face.

"What?" Scotts face falls, and he looks down at the dead man below his feet. He steadily rises and feels an itch across his cheek. He lifts his hand to his face and wipes at it. He looks at his palm and sees blood casted across it. Scott panics at the sight and continues to wipe at his face, hesitantly at first and then he hysterically scratches his forehead, still trying to wipe off the blood that was scattered across him. He growls loudly and full of anger and breaks down again on his knees, sobbing quietly. "No!" He finally manages to shout out, long and painful. "This can't be happening." He whispers to himself.

His vision is blurred as an overwhelming redness floods his sight. He stares at Allison, who's almost to tears and looks back to his clawed hands, curled and ready for battle.

"C'mon honey." Chris says to Allison, nudging her back to the woods, yet she doesn't fight it.

"Scott." Stiles says. "You should probably get back home; your mom is probably concerned, it's almost three in the morning."

Scott looked over to Stiles, whose face was hard as stone and the most serious he's ever seen it. Finally he complied after a few more nudges here and there from both Stiles and Derek. Jackson was nowhere to be seen and probably followed the Argents out of the woods. Derek took Scott over his shoulders, supporting half his weight and finally shoved him into Stiles' jeep.

Derek closed the door behind him and lifted his head towards the window, resting his hands on the rim of the door. "We need to talk, as soon as possible, Scott." He says, almost a demand. "I'm serious."

"Yeah, well I think we all know just how serious you are Derek." Stiles chuckled from the driver's seat. Derek gave him a glare, almost telling him it's not the time for sarcasm. Then the grin disappeared from Stiles' face, and he drove off and away from the Hale house. "Peace brotha!" He shouted out the window, only to anger Derek more.

"I can't believe you Stiles." Scott chuckled from passenger's side. Stiles looked over to Scott and grinned, a nonchalant caring grin.

~O_o~

Stiles and Scott pulled up to Scott's house. The lights were on and it sounded as if dishes were being thrown at the walls. The sound reminds Scott of when his father left him and his mother; she was throwing dishes at the floor, screaming at his dad for reasons he never knew why. He never cared to find out.

"Something's wrong." Scott said as he scurried out the car and ran up to the door, swinging it open. He saw his mom, hovering over the sink, shaking and dishes slipping out her hands. As they shattered against the counter, pieces falling against the ground, Melissa collapsed. Scott ran over to her in a quick few steps, catching her before she smacked the ground. "What happened?" Scott said.

His mother looked up to her son hovering over him and forced a smile. She caressed his cheek in the palm of her hand. "I was, bit by something." She finally managed to choke out. Sweat dripped down her forehead, she was feverish and Scott could feel the scent of pain lingering all over her muscles.

"What? What bit you mom?" Scott said, shaking her to finally get a reaction. Melissa looked up at him, disconnecting from her blank stare to look back into her sons eyes.

"I-I..." She couldn't manage her thoughts correctly, and a tear fell from her right eye.

Scott looked down at her left hand that was resting beside her on the cold floor. It had a deep gash in it, a bite from a werewolf, an Alpha. Scott could sense the venom running through her veins; it wasn't turning her like it did to him. It was attacking the cells in her body, attacking her heart. Her pulse was slowing and her breath becoming shorter. Tears swelled in his eyes and fell to his face. He could hear Stiles running through the door.

"Scott. What happened?" Stiles said quickly in a hesitant, scared voice. Scott droned him out, he knew exactly what happened. This was Peter's plan B, if he couldn't force him to join, he would his mother. Except the bite was killing her and eating at her flesh.

They were staring into each other's eyes, no words necessary. She rubbed his chin, giving another forced smile. "Everything's going to be OK." She said. "It's going to be OK." Melissa encouraged, tears streaming down both of their faces. Her stare broke when the light faded out of her eyes, her breathing stopped and heart gave in. The hand that was once on his face fell from his cheek.

"No." Scott said, shaking his head, words seeping out of his mouth. "Don't leave me!" He screamed, filling the silenced room with his agony. He pulled his mother closer into him, hugging her limp body. A hand rested onto Scott's shoulder as his arms cradled his dead mother. "No!" He broke out again. "Don't-." His words interrupted as he took in a deep breath.

Stiles was on his phone now, calling in the police department and telling the address for the paramedics. It didn't take too long for the paramedics to come in, signaling their arrival with sirens. It took four men to finally pry Scott off of his mom; everything seemed to work in slow motion.

~O_o~

A few days passed and it was time for spring break already, the year was almost over. No one saw Scott after his mother's funeral, not even Stiles. His father kept questioning him on his possible whereabouts, but Stiles didn't even know himself. He believed that sometimes he saw Scott visiting his mother's grave when he did also, but his presence seemed almost as a hallucination. He never bothered to call after many failed attempts. And when the full moon passed he would here howling from the woods, a set of two voices. It hurt Stiles that he was pretty positive that Scott was with Derek and had abandoned him. He knew he needed a fresh start, with people distant from hurt and care, the ones that swallowed fear and squashed emotion. The broken ones like Scott. He was an emotional train wreck before the bite, after the bite, when his father left and after his mother's death it erupted to something worse. A hallow shell that didn't want to feel any more. Stiles remembered the last words he heard from Scott before disappearing.

"Life goes on." He said before walking away and shoving past a crowd of people. He just left him there, to defend for himself. A boy who ran with the wolves was now abandoned by them. Never once they looked back.

~O_o~

After the funeral, Scott met up with Derek at his burned down house. They made arrangements; Derek joined Scott as a part of his pack, because they would need each other. Scott and Derek managed to move all of what he had into Derek's extra space he had in the house. The room he got somehow managed to stay away from most of the fire. Now as an Alpha, Scott would have to give the orders.

"Here," Derek said and passed Scott an iron ring.

"What is this?" Scott replied and held up the ring to the light that seeped through the curtains.

"It's a moonstone." Derek looked down at the ring.

"What does it do?" Scott said as he slid the band on his ring finger.

"Basically, moonstones are the source of strength of the werewolves." He pointed to the black, circular rock on the boys' finger. "They have a substance that destroys any chemicals that makes the werewolf weak."

Scott looked up at him and down back at the rock on the ring. It had traces of dark blue spread out all over it. "Why give it to me?" Scott said as he twisted the gray rim of the ring to better fit his finger.

"Because you are the Alpha, Scott." He pointed to Scott's chest. "One moonstone is kept by every werewolf family in the tribe. Since you are now the Alpha, the moonstone is yours. Don't let anyone take it, touch or even look at it."

"Why not?" Scott said with a grin. "It's kind of hard for people not to notice it since it's on my finger."

"Because it can be very dangerous, if people know you have a moonstone, they will stop at nothing to take it."

"How come?" Scott said and rested down in the recliner.

"Moonstones are very rare and make an Alpha extremely stronger."

"Cool." Scott chuckled and Derek walked off like his usual sassy pants.

He brought the ring up to eyesight and inches away from his face, the ring somehow igniting his eyes to spark red and Scott smiled. His grin spreading out through his entire face, and the blue encrypted in the black rock boiled red with his eyes.

Authors note: Hope you liked the beginning! There is many more to come. This was written for Discipel-of-Godric because he/she won the little contest on my last story A Haze of Green. The correct answer was without a paddle, if anyone was wondering. I don't know why, but I always wanted Scott's mom to die, not in a bad way! Only because of the various opportunities you can play with his character and the setting of mood etc. I hope you enjoyed it and I can't wait to write more!

I sadly do not own anything ): EXCEPT awesomeness.