A/N: Hey everyone. Hope everything is going well. I would like to apologize for not updating anything in months, and sorry for posting yet another story. I've recently gotten into Teen Wolf, and this idea popped into my head and just had to be written. So, here is the first six chapters for you all. Hope you like it, and please review and tell me what you like about it, and what could be improved upon.
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Scott groaned yet again in pain, the movements of the bus pulling at the open wounds at his side. Despite his efforts to hide it from Stiles, he was quick to notice that something was wrong with his friend.
"Scott, buddy, what's wrong? It's still hurting, isn't it?"
"I'm fine, Stiles" Scott murmured, voice laced with pain as he did so. "I'll be okay. We just have to let it heal, is all."
"Like hell we do" Stiles muttered, pulling out his phone and quickly typing out a message to Allison.
S: He's not getting any better. What should we do?
She was quick to reply.
A: Only thing I can think of is calling Dad. He may know what to do.
S: Yeah, but he's back in Beacon Hills. Even if he knows what to do, he won't be able to get here before it gets any worse.
A: What about Deaton? Surely he would be able to help?
S: As much as these are very good ideas, Allison, he is still in Beacon Hills. That's over three hours away.
A: Well, if you think you know anyone who can just magically appear out of nowhere and help, then please, tell us their name!
Stiles paused in typing what would have been his normally witty and sarcastic response, thinking over what Allison had just written. He then deleted the whole message, which somehow was the size of a standard paragraph, and typed only four words before hitting send.
S: Actually, Allison, I do.
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Allison stared at her phone in a little bit of wonder, and a little bit of shock, wondering if she had read the last message right.
"Allison, is everything okay?" Lydia asked, glancing over to her friend as she drove behind the school bus, but far enough away that it wasn't noticeable to those on board.
"I don't know" Allison whispered, shaking her head slightly as she did so. "I just said it as a joke."
"What do you mean?"
"I need to call Stiles, I can't just text him" was Allison's reply. She quickly scrolled through her contacts, pulling up Stiles' number and hitting dial. When Lydia motioned with her hand, she set the phone to speaker, holding it out between the two of them.
He answered on the first ring.
"Yes, Allison, what do you want?" was his exasperated greeting. "I need to hurry, okay."
"Do you mind telling us who you know that can help us out right at this moment?" Allison asked, reacting to the hurried tone to Stiles' voice.
"It's Scott's brother. He's the one who can help us."
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The sound of the phone ringing was what woke him up.
Harry pulled himself out of the bed, groaning in annoyance as he did so. Did no one want to let him sleep in, ever? He certainly didn't think so.
He reached over for the phone blindly, finally getting a hold of it, sliding his finger across the bottom of the screen to answer the call as he moved it to his ear.
"Finally you answered."
"Well hello to you too, Stiles. It's a pleasure for you to call."
"Haha, very funny. Look, can we cut to the chase, please. It's about Scott."
"What about Scott?" Harry asked, immediately jumping to attention. "What happened?"
"Well, you see, it's a long story…"
"Stiles, tell me what happened, now?" Harry growled out, his free hand clenched into a fist at his side.
"Scott got injured in a fight with an Alpha last night, and the wound isn't healing. What ever happened, he just seems to be getting worse. At the moment, you're the only one that can help him."
His mind made up even before Stiles had finished speaking, Harry growled out a quick "Stay on the line", before placing his phone down on the end table, finally getting out of bed as he did so. He strolled over to the thick drapes covering the windows, pulling them aside and letting the noon day sun light stream into the room. He certainly didn't know he had slept in that much. If he had known, he wouldn't have complained. As much. He quickly moved over to the desk on the other side of the room, pulling open the top drawer and rifling through its contents.
Finding what he needed, he hurried back over to his phone, placing it against his ear as he did so.
"Stiles, you there?"
"Yeah, I'm still here Harry" was Stiles' immediate reply.
Harry glanced at the thick, yet fake, gold coin he held up to the light, before he spoke. "I need you to find something for me."
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Stiles helped drag Scott off of the, now vomit stained, bus, dragging him over to the restrooms he found not far away. Allison and Lydia quickly followed after they had pulled up behind the bus.
Stiles carefully placed Scott down on the floor between two of the free standing sinks, before pulling out his phone and redialling Harry's number, as Lydia and Allison walked in. In his other hand, he held the thick gold coin Harry had tasked him with finding.
"I found it, Harry. We even managed to stop the bus, just like you asked."
"Good. Now, check around the edge of the coin, there should be some numbers. I don't know if it will work with you, but run your finger over the numbers."
Stiles did so, almost dropping the coin when he noticed the numbers had changed as he did so. Allison, wondering what had made him react as he had, moved to his side, letting out a gasp as she watched what was happening.
"How is that happening?" she breathed out, looking over Stiles' shoulder as he continued to brush his fingers over the numbers.
"I am going to guess by your reaction, Stiles that the numbers are changing?" Harrys voiced asked, the smile on his face evident even over the phone.
"Y-y-yeah, that they are" Stiles managed to get out, in awe of what he was holding.
"Good, well I know now where you are. I will be there in a minute" Harry's voice said, slightly fuzzy due to background noise.
"How do you know where we are, Harry?" Stiles breathed out, his fist now clenched around the coin, almost protectively.
"Trust me, Stiles, I have my ways."
"Okay, we'll see you in a minute than" Stiles said, ending the call as he did so. He stuffed the phone into the pocket of his jeans, before finally glancing at the coin in his hand.
"Where did you get that from?" Lydia asked, seemingly shocked at what she was looking at.
Stiles glanced at her, then back to the coin, fiddling with the edge that the numbers were on. "Scott had it, Lydia. His brother gave it to him. And it's fake, as well, so don't get your hopes up."
Before anyone could answer to that, however, a loud crack echoed through the small room they were in, causing everyone to jump. Allison, however, reacted slightly differently. She moved towards the direction the sound had come from, which happened to be just behind Stiles. Before Stiles could react to her, however, she had a knife out, pressing it to the throat of the boy who had appeared out of nowhere just behind him.
A boy who looked identical to Scott in almost every way, except for two obvious differences. While Scott had large, dark brown eyes, this boy had vibrant, emerald green orbs that seemed to almost glow in the dim light of the restroom. The other obvious difference between Scott and the new boy was the jagged, lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. He wore a tight fitting navy blue shirt that was tucked into washed out black jeans. Peeking out of the sleeve of his shirt, he had a similar tattoo to Scott, on the opposite arm, but with a vertical slash running through the dark rings around his bicep.
He also, surprisingly, had even more tattoos working their way up his arms. On his right arm, the same one that had the similar tattoo to Scott, he had what looked like a single, long, highly detailed feather that started from his mid forearm and end on the back of his hand. The feather looked like it shimmered, and the colours, those of fiery red, sunset orange and bright gold, took on the quality of a warm fire in midwinter as the boys arm moved. On his left arm, starting from the crook of his elbow and ending half way down his forearm, was a glittering blue and green snake, its diamond shaped scales each containing a single, sharp figure that looked very much like runes.
The boy let out a small laugh at everyone's reactions to his appearance.
"Is this the welcome I get for wanting to help my brother?" the boy asked, a slightly cocky grin on his face. He pushed away the blade of the knife, careless of how sharp the edge could be. He hissed slightly as the blade dug into the tips of his fingers. He glanced down at the deep cuts that had been made, almost curiously, as the blood began to well up. He stuck his fingers in his mouth, sucking away the blood, before pulling them out to reveal completely healed flesh.
"Y-you're a werewolf?" Allison gasped out, moving back slightly in shock, before grasping the knife tighter and getting into a more defensible position. Before she could do anything else, however, the newcomer spoke up.
"Why yes, my darling, that I am" he said, his voice losing the cocky sound to it that he had put in place before, now being replaced by humour. "And you, you must be that wonderful Hunter I have heard all about."
"You know about me?" Allison almost shouted, knuckles going white due to her grip on the knife. "How do you know about me?"
"Calm down, I only know about you because of Scott" the boy said, a worried look falling into place. "Now on that note, where is my brother?"
A groan of pain filled the restroom, and all eyes turned to Scott, still on the ground, with blood oozing through the side of his shirt. He seemed, if possible, even paler than he had just moments before. The boy skirted his way around Allison, and then Lydia, before crouching down in front of Scott, laying his hand almost tenderly on Scott's shoulder.
"Hey, Scott, long time no see, little bro" the boy whispered, moving his hand to grasp the side of Scott's head. "Scott, look at me. Please."
Scott groaned in pain, yet again, and opened his eyes slowly, as if reacting to the sound of the boy's voice. "Harry? Is that you? What are you doing here?"
"I'm here, trying to help you, Scott." Scott groaned in pain again, a pained look shooting across his face. The boy's – Harry's - voice dropped lower, concern filling his voice. "Come on, Scott. Where does it hurt?" It almost seemed like he had done this before.
Scott groaned, yet again, before pulling up the bottom of his shirt, showing three very deep claw marks running across the side of his stomach, oozing blood at a slow, yet steady pace. Harry drew in a sharp breath, hissing in sympathy at the pain that Scott must have been feeling. What had once been a raw and open wound, was now almost black with infection, with black veins radiating out from the wound. Whatever had happened was most certainly bad.
"Well, this is worse than what you told me, Stiles" Harry said, a growl to his voice. "This is a hell of a lot worse."
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Harry was certainly not happy right at this moment. Someone, some bastard, had decided to tear up his only brother's side, and it hadn't started healing. He felt like he should punch something he was that angry.
A deep, warning growl started in his throat, unexpected, but not entirely unwarranted. He closed his eyes, breathing in deeply as he calmed himself down as much as he could. When he was calm enough, he opened his eyes, but could tell his anger had still gotten the better of him. His eyes, he could tell, were blazing a bright crimson red, and his claws had grown out.
Breathing slightly steadier than he had before, he looked to his brother, Scott, sitting on the floor of some restroom on the side of the highway, bleeding out and dangerously weak. He knew what he had to do.
"Okay, Scott" Harry breathed out, voice still clouded with suppressed anger. "We're going to have to get you out of that shirt. Okay?"
With a weak nod from Scott, Harry quickly slashed down the front of Scott's shirt, missing his brother's flesh but cutting the shirt neatly open at the front. He pushed aside the now useless shirt, exposing the rest of Scott's torso as he did so. He noticed, as a slight afterthought, that Scott had most certainly been working out since they had last seen each other.
"Okay Scott, this may be a little uncomfortable, but it's going to help" was Harry's warning, before he placed the palm of his left hand on Scott's chest, right over where his heart was. Claws still extended, he dug them into Scott's skin slightly, with enough pressure to cause discomfort, but not enough to pierce the flesh. A look of concentration crossed Harry's face as he quickly guided his magic into his palm, urging it to do what he wanted.
Out from his palm radiated black veins, similar to the wound, but rather than causing pain to Scott, he visibly relaxed under the touch. The same, black veins moved up Harry's arm as he drew in the pain from Scott's wound, stopping just before the tattoo of the snake. A gasp of shock came from behind, and he looked down, smiling as he did so.
The black veins radiating out from the wound began to shrink and fall back, leaving bare skin in their place. The wound slowly, but steadily, began to heal and close up, the black infection surrounding the wound dying off and disappearing. Within another minute, the wounds were gone, replaced with a large, inky black blotch.
This blotch began moving up Scott's side, moving over his chest towards Harry's hand, still pressed down over Scott's heart. It came into contact with one of the black veins radiating from his palm, and began to shrink. The unwarranted hiss of pain that Harry let out indicated that what he was doing was working. On Harry's arm, where the black veins ended, three large claw marks began to dig their way into his skin, making their way from just above his elbow to his shoulder. Only when the blotch on Scott's chest finally disappeared did Harry remove his palm from Scott's chest.
The quick movement, however, caused him to almost howl in pain, as the now healing wound on his arm was pulled open by the movement of his arm. He clutched it to his chest, hoping that it would stop the pain.
Scott sat on the floor in front of him, looking better than he had before. Scott gave his brother a weak, but genuine smile, which Harry returned with glee.
Harry felt his claws slowly recede back into his fingers, as his eyes returned to their normal emerald colour. Scott gave another smile to his friends, showing that he was alright before saying "Hey, guys. I don't think you've met my twin, Harry."
Lydia and Allison gaped, while Stiles beamed his usual smile that showed he had known this all along. Harry merely sighed at the usual response, before getting to his feet, moving his arm, which had now healed, and hauling Scott to his feet. He gripped Scott's shoulders with both hands, giving him a once over to ensure he was all healed, before pulling him into a hug, a broad smile on both of their faces.
When they finally disentangled themselves from each other, Lydia and Allison were still gaping at them, but Stiles had gone outside, probably to go and tell their teacher to wait up.
"So? Are you going to say something?" Scott asked, grin still plastered across his face. "Anything you wanted to ask? 'How is this possible? Since when did you have a brother? How did he just appear like he did? How did he heal my wound?'"
Allison finally closed her mouth, nodding as Scott spoke, before answering. "Yeah, that sounds about right. How about we start with the last two? The others can wait until we're on the bus."
Harry glanced over at his little brother, a smirk on his face as he did so. Scott nodded, and that was all the answer Harry needed. He raised his arm up from where it had rested at his side, palm facing up to the roof.
"Allison, do you believe in magic?" was all Harry asked, as a ball of purple flame, about the size of his fist, burst into existence, floating just above his open palm. "Did you really think that werewolves were the only supernatural beings that were real?"