Alpha and Omega
Redbanker
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I wish I did, but sadly the two beautiful Tyler's don't belong to me.
Author's Notes: This is another Scerek piece because I love the two of them together and sadly there aren't enough stories with this pairing so I have to write my own. This is going to start in the 3rd episode of season 2 at the ice rink, but without Derek beating Scott up. I love the relationship between these two, but what I missed from the show was how they went from adversaries to friends from season 2 to 3. So this is going to be about them working out their issues their relationship developing from there. Oh and in my world Scott and Allison are no longer dating, but are still friends.
P.S. I want to thank everyone who reviewed my first Teen Wolf story "Fighting Instinct". Reviews really do make my day as well as inspire so if you like this please, please, please review.
Chapter 1 – Alpha
"You think he's given you some kind of gift, but all he's done is turn you into his own personal guard dogs." Scott roared sliding the bodies of Erica and Isaac across the ice to stop at Derek's feet.
"Is that really what you think I'm doing?" Derek asked looking at Scott furiously.
"What other reason is there?" Scott asked defiantly.
"How about pack, how about rebuilding my FAMILY!" Derek roared his eyes flashing red. "The family I no longer have because of the Argents."
Scott paused his anger diminishing momentarily as he considered Derek's words. "Then why them, why a bunch of teenagers?" He asked his tone less accusing.
"Because they wanted the bite, hell they each needed the bite, unlike you, to them it's a gift not a curse." Derek spat, his voice laced more with frustration than anger.
"They don't know what they want." Scott argued his own frustration evident. "They have no idea what it's like to be hunted, I don't care if you did explain it to them, they don't get what it's going to be like. They just think it's going to magically fix all their problems when it's actually giving them a whole bunch of new ones."
"A wolf has to have a pack, Scott." Derek's voice sounded tired as he tried to explain for what felt like the thousandth time.
"I don't and I'm fine." Scott replied, equally tired of rehashing the same ground.
"Yes you do!" Derek stated venomously. "Stiles, Lydia, Allison, your mom. What do you call them, huh Scott. They're your pack they might not be werewolves but they are your pack. So don't fucking judge me because I need a pack too."
Scott looked down at the ice and closed his eyes taking deep breaths to try and calm down. "And that's all this is about?" He asked after a moment sweeping his arm at the other three teenagers who were looking on in mute shock.
"Of course not." Derek answered honestly his voice daring Scott to judge him once again. "But I don't have to keep fucking explaining myself to you. Especially since you're bound and determined to think the worst no matter what I do. You made your decision, you don't want to be a part of the pack, fine. But that means I don't have to explain myself to you, so go home Scott, just go home." Derek turned and motioned the three teenagers to follow him off the ice leaving a stunned and slightly ashamed Scott on the ice.
Scott laid in bed staring up at the ceiling contemplating the events at the ice rink over and over. He was ashamed to admit he had never considered things from Derek's perspective before, never considered how hard it must be for the older werewolf. His pack was murdered, he was betrayed by someone he loved, and not just one person, both Kate and Peter had betrayed him in different ways. "He must be so lonely." Scott tried to imagine life without his mom or Stiles but couldn't even comprehend what that would be like. Derek might behave like an overbearing asshole, but he had saved Scott's life more than once. Even after Scott had gotten him arrested twice. Scott winced when he thought about that, he really had screwed up on that one. Bottom line Scott needed to clear the air between him and Derek and hopefully get to a more friendly relationship than the one they currently had.
Scott dialed Derek's number with some trepidation, unsure of how or if Derek would even be willing to talk to him.
"What?" Derek asked without preamble.
"I was hoping we could talk." Scott replied keeping his voice even. "Without your pack if that's okay?"
"Scott…" Derek started sounding frustrated and angry.
"Please, Derek." Scott interrupted. "Look what you said last night really got me thinking, and I haven't been fair to you all the time, I know that. I promise this isn't about accusing you of something, I just want to talk." It was only because of his enhanced hearing that Scott could tell Derek hadn't hung up, so Scott drew on his patience and waited for Derek to answer.
"Okay." Derek said at last sounding a little surprised and wary.
"Thanks, is now a good time?" Scott asked making sure to keep his tone light.
"It's fine." Derek replied matching Scott's tone. "Where do you want to meet?"
"Is my house okay? My mom's working a double shift so she won't be home till tomorrow." Scott offered.
"I'll be there in ten." Derek said before hanging up without saying goodbye.
Scott shook his head Derek might be an okay guy but he didn't have very good social skills. Scott didn't know if that was because he was born a werewolf or not, but maybe today he could find out.
Derek was good to his word and it was ten minutes later when Scott saw his black Camaro pull into the drive. Scott walked out to wait for him on the front porch. "Thanks for coming." He said as Derek got out of the car. Scott motioned for Derek to follow him as he led them both to the living room. "Can I get you something to drink?" He asked.
"I'm fine, what do you want to talk about, Scott?" Derek asked bluntly.
Scott closed his eyes and took a deep breath before motioning for Derek to take a seat. Scott sat opposite of the older werewolf taking a moment to gather his thoughts. "Look, I meant what I said on the phone, about clearing the air between us." Scott began meeting Derek's eyes.
"After what you said, I think I'm beginning to understand that I've insulted you by not wanting to be pack?" Scott saw the verification in Derek's eyes and sighed. "I'm sorry, that wasn't…I didn't mean to do that."
Derek remained silent but his posture did relax a little and Scott took that as a good sign.
"Okay, so I'm still trying to figure this all out myself." Scott admitted sheepishly. "And maybe it would have been different if I'd had a choice about being bitten, I don't know." Scott ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I know that's not your fault." He clarified. "I just know that while the enhanced senses, and the strength are cool, being a werewolf also nearly got me killed more than once." Scott looked at Derek needing the older man to understand what he was saying. "So it's hard for me to always think of it as a gift. It's not meant as an insult to you or your heritage or whatever, it's just how it feels to me. Can you get that?" Scott asked, because this was the root of a lot of the problems between the two wolves, so Scott needed him to at least acknowledge this point.
Derek listened intently to not only the words Scott was saying but also his tone and body language and he knew Scott was telling the truth. He also recognized that this wasn't easy for the young man. He also knew that he was responsible for his share of the problems between them and if Scott was willing to try to make amends then Derek would meet him halfway.
"I get it." Derek said seriously. "I haven't exactly made it easier for you, it's just…" Derek trailed off with a huff, trying to figure out how to explain what seemed completely natural for him.
"Just what?" Scott asked curiously, he was starting to think this was actually going to work.
"So much of what I do, is instinctive." Derek said hoping that would be enough of an explanation.
Scott raised an eyebrow looking at the Alpha with a confused expression. "Oookaay." He drawled wait for more.
Derek rolled his eyes. "I don't know how to explain it." He said with a tinge of annoyance. "I just rely on my instincts."
"What do they tell you?" Scott asked trying to make sense of what Derek was saying.
"I'm not hearing voices." Derek said exasperatedly. "It's more feelings."
"So what do your instincts tell you about me?" Scott asked.
"That we're connected." Derek said honestly. "I guess I don't understand why yours aren't telling you the same thing."
"They are, they do." Scott admitted. "It's just they're also telling me not to submit." He admitted after a minute, holding his breath for Derek's reaction.
"What?" Derek asked looking genuinely confused. "Scott, that makes no sense."
Scott rubbed his forehead tiredly. "I know." He said. "I was hoping you could explain why. I mean is it because you weren't the one to bite me?" He asked hopefully.
"No that wouldn't have anything to do with it." Derek said still looking confused. "Did you feel that way with Peter?"
"God yes." Scott said in a rush. "Except it was worse because I never felt any real connection to him as a person." Scott explained.
Derek looked at Scott in confusion and disbelief. "Scott that's not even possible." He said, looking worried.
"What do you mean, not possible? It's how I felt so it's possible." Scott said looking a little affronted his own fear starting to creep up at Derek's words. "I'm not lying." He said his voice going cold.
"I know that, Scott. I can tell." Derek said, calming Scott's rush of anger. "But it shouldn't be possible." Derek paused and thought back over everything he'd noticed about Scott since he'd met the young man in the woods. "You've always been unusual." He said after a moment.
"Unusual how?" Scott was getting frustrated.
"You didn't submit, you were always your own wolf. Look at Isaac and Erica look at how much stronger you are than either of them, and not just physically but mentally as well." Derek said each word bringing forth a thought that allowed him to see what he'd previously been blind too.
"Well I've been a werewolf longer than they have." Scott said trying to rationalize his differences.
"Scott werewolves don't age the way humans do, you should still be equal to them both at this stage but you're not." Derek explained.
"So what does that mean?" Scott said hoping Derek would be able to provide some answers.
"I don't know." Derek admitted. "But we will figure it out, Scott. I promise." Derek met Scott's eyes, letting his conviction shine through.
Scott felt a swell of relief at Derek's words. "Thanks." He said quietly. "Seriously, Derek thank you for talking to me today, for being willing to help."
"You're welcome." Derek said simply, feeling better than he had in months about his relationship with the younger wolf.
To be continued.