Attn: This is my third fic and my first Teen Wolf fanfic. This takes place a few months after the events in the finale. Derek did indeed kill Peter but Kate is still alive, plus the Argents have accepted Scott as a werewolf.
17-year-old Allison Argent mentally cursed as she hung her head over her bathroom toilet puking her guts out like there was no tomorrow. Way to start off a Friday morning with puke breath before seeing her boyfriend.
A knock on the bathroom door brought her out of her haze as she weakly grabbed for the toilet handle when the bathroom door flew open. "Allison. Hey kiddo, are you alright?" asked Kate Argent, her aunt and her father Chris' sister, kneeling by her niece.
She took a breath before spitting out the taste of bile mixed with bacon and eggs before she answered back to her elder. "Yeah I- I just need a minute, alright?" Moaned Allison, trying unsuccessfully to stand.
"Hey when you get through blowing chunks in here, I gotta get ready alright. I have an interview this morning." Kate said checking her nails.
As for Kate, she extended her stay to the point where she was now looking for temporary employment to pay for her own stuff and her own cell phone bill. Although the Alpha, Peter Hale, was now dead, she still stuck around with her family.
Despite the annoying ache in her stomach, Allison stifled out a laugh and looked up at her favorite aunt. "Great. Once you start working, your first check may have to go towards my medical bills cause this is hell."
Kate snickered as the Argent girls shared a quick laugh together. She then met her niece's eyes once again before pushing a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. "I'm pretty sure your parents will get to that, cause myah," she stood up and pointed to herself, "I have wants and needs I have to satisfy."
Allison leaned her head forward to spit once again. "Speaking of satisfy, I also have a super spicy date tonight." Piped in Kate, slyly looking at her niece. Allison's eyes got huge out of shock and disgust.
"Oh God, you're like a horny school girl." She responded.
Ripping a piece of toilet paper off the roll, Allison wiped her mouth out one final time. Kate just so happened to glance into the porcelain as she helped her favorite niece to her feet.
"Looks like my brother's breakfast burritos pack more of a punch than those AK-47s in the garage." Moaned Kate, pulling her shirt collar over her nose.
Allison scrunched her nose, the same smile spread across her face. "Yuck." She held her sore stomach while she used her free hand to flush the toilet.
Kate opened up the door for the pair to exit the bathroom; she then placed a soothing hand on Allison's stomach. "Go get yourself a ginger ale before you do anything else." The younger Argent girl nodded her head in agreement.
"Allison you're going to be late!" Screamed Chris Argent, Allison's father and Kate's brother. She picked herself off the floor and wiped the tears fell from her face due to the pain.
"Coming Dad!" she responded standing up along with her aunt. Kate moved out of the way to allow the teen by her as she followed behind. "Yeah coming Dad!" she yelled as well.
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Pressing the button to the coffee maker, Melissa McCall's ears and nose were filled with the wonderful sound and smell of fresh coffee brewing in the morning. Dashing down the stairs was her 16-year-old son Scott, book bag slung over his shoulder, his lacrosse stick hung out of his bag.
"Morning Mom." He ran up and kissed her on the cheek, then ran to the cupboard and began pouring himself a bowl of cereal; Lucky Charms, the god of all cereals. He then wolfed it down as fast as he could.
"I'll be home earlier than last night, but tomorrow I have to work a double. So just to be safe, I'll make meatloaf and veggies tomorrow." She pointed to the fridge before pouring herself some coffee.
"Meatloaf again? Why can't Stiles and I just cook something?"
"The last time I allowed you boys to do that, I got a call from the fire department asking me what was for dinner this time."
"Well, who puts a smoke detector right in the kitchen above the stove?" he pointed at the white device hanging above their heads.
Another sound also filled mother and son's ears, this one however, not so pleasant: the never-ending sound of Stiles Stilinski's horn to his Jeep. "SCOTTY!" he tried screaming over the horn.
"Go out there and get him before I run him over myself with his own Jeep." Melissa more ordered than asked while she poured the coffee into her mug.
Finishing up the last of his cereal, Scott raced to the front door and threw it open, Melissa in tow holding her steaming cup of coffee in hand. "Love you." She waved watching her only child jog towards his ride.
Stiles' ongoing honking came to an end when he felt the wheel jerk, looking over to the passenger side to reveal Scott, up and ready to go. "You can stop blowing now that I'm already here!"
"I was just trying to make sure you were awake, cause now, you're on my time."
"Your time?"
"Yeah. My time, my wheels, my rules." He patted his childhood buddy on the shoulder. "My passenger. It's important we get there in one piece." He shifted the gear stick into what he thought was reverse; sadly it was drive, and the Jeep shot towards the garage.
The loud screeching of the tires blocked out Melissa's screams and the boys' as well. Thankfully, Stiles reacted quickly enough, slamming his foot on the brake before they could go through the garage door.
They paused, looked at each other, and stared at a frightened Melissa, hands cupped over her mouth. "We're good." Stiles shouted to her. Looking behind him he theb began to back up this time.
"Stiles, please bring him back alive! It took me 16 years to keep him here, and it'll take you one day to kill him!" she yelled out.
The Jeep was nearly out of the driveway when the Stilinski boy did his worst again, by running over the curb. "OH WATCH THE CURB!" she screamed.
The Jeep rolled out onto the street and the boys took off, going towards the local high school, Beacon Hills High.
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Gripping both sides of the toilet seat as she emptied her Egg McMuffin into the toilet that she just had eaten earlier that morning was just pure torture for Allison; going through another round of nausea literally drained the life out of her.
She managed to get a few breaths in until more of her breakfast came pouring out her throat and into the toilet.
Holding a handful of her dark locks in her hand was her best friend Lydia Martin; the strawberry blonde grimaced as the horrendous sounds of retching filled the girls' bathroom of Beacon Hills High School, making the other girls leave. She held Allison's hair with one hand while her free hand gripped her Chanel purse.
"Not trying to bitch here, but we're going to have to hurry this up before I start vomiting myself!" Said a disgusted Lydia, wiping the vomit that had splashed on her hand onto the bathroom wall.
Thankful her stomach was now emptied, Allison closed the seat and lay her spinning head on it as Lydia pulled roll after roll of toilet paper and gingerly handed it to her friend. "Thanks." Moaned the older girl, flushing the toilet which contained the food her stomach rejected.
Despite the dizziness, she then stood on her two feet as she waddled to the sink, her black boots making contact with the floor was the only sound in the restroom. She looked into the mirror, taking in her more-than-ever pale complexion. "This is getting annoying… and weird. I never even feel sick before I throw up." She thought to herself.
Joining her by the sink, Lydia smoothed out her rose print skirt while Allison washed the taste of vomit out of her mouth once again.
"That's what happens when you put too much of that poison into yourself," she backed away and let out a little squeal when the vomit-covered toilet paper landed right by her. "Too much of what can be good is bad for you, hun."
Letting out a chuckle for the first time that Friday morning, Allison turned to face her preppy little friend. "Well if that's true, that must've been the best fucking poison I ever had," she splashed her mouth a final time before looking over herself in the mirror as the pair exited the bathroom.
"And I guarantee you that wasn't my last Egg McMuffin." She hugged her bag closer to her body as they made it down the hallway of the school.
All around them were kids, some turning their heads while others made their way for the pair… well mainly for Lydia Martin.
The pair continued their trek through the halls until they made it to her locker. "Well, while you're much too busy overdosing yourself with McDonald's, I hope you didn't forget the game in two weeks on Wednesday; and then the party on Friday." She opened up her locker, which had a pink heart mirror hanging in it.
"I mean Scottis playing first string, so how ever could I forget?" Allison unzipped her black leather jacket to kill the heat she felt over her body.
"Well how about us going to the mall tomorrow to catch the latest sales?"
"That I never knew about." Allison pulled out her binder going through her economics notes. "And what does it matter? You never buy anything on sale."
Flipping her hair, Lydia never took her eyes out of the mirror. "Well, if those greedy and inconsiderate snobs put the descent and fashionable clothes out on sale, then I would consider even looking at that rack."
"Besides, I thought we were finishing up our history project."
"Looks like our plans have just changed." Lydia smacked her lips once her lip gloss was applied to her cherry red lips. The girls failed to notice Scott and Stiles approaching them.
With her attention facing her friend as the girls carried on with their conversation, Allison's smile was turned upside down when she felt someone snatch her up from behind. Turning around, she came face to face with Scott, who flashed a sweet grin. He then leaned in for a kiss.
"Scott wait, you shouldn't-" she never even had time to throw her hands up to stop him from stealing a quick peck from her lips. He then pulled back, lips puckered as he tried to identify the not-so-pleasant taste in his girlfriend's mouth. "Obviously you didn't skip breakfast." He said through puckered lips, the taste already overbearing.
"Well unfortunately no. I got a second round to make up for the first that came up." She clutched her binder to her chest, feeling a wave of heat on her cheeks.
"Nice… and sick." he looked up as if he were thinking. "Is that a biscuit I taste?" he asked. Allison slowly nodded her head.
Stiles gently jabbed Lydia in the ribs, who noisily texted away on her phone. He laughed, getting a kick out of his friend's torment. The queen bee shot him a dirty look for interrupting the latest scoop on who Miranda Norman was screwing, making Stiles' smile drop instantly as she resumed her texting.
"My badness," he mumbled throwing his hands up in defense. "Text on your highness." He did a bit of an unusual bow for her.
The bell then rang, signaling the beginning of 1st period and the start of Coach Finstock's Economics class. The couple looked up at the sound of the bell. "Come on, I'll walk you to class." Scott said.
"Yeah I'm right behind you!" yelled back Stiles, staying glued in his spot, turning back to Lydia. "Lydia, you are looking lovely as usual. You know that right?" he said to her.
The strawberry blonde didn't even give him eye contact as they made it down the hallway. "Every second of every day. Now if you may I have another test to ace." She flipped her hair before strutting into another class.
After Lydia departed from them, the trio walked through the classroom of Bobby Finstock, economics teacher and the lacrosse coach. The kids took their regular seats: Scott in the second seat with Allison behind him while Stiles sat across on the left.
Sitting at his desk scattered with papers, pens, and blank sat Coach Finstock, staring at the kids with an almost menacing scowl as he gripped both sides of his desk. Like any other day, his hair stuck up as if he just rolled out of bed.
Coach Finstock stood out of his seat and placed his hands on the desk. "Good morning class. Should I even waste my breath asking if anyone did the reading on The Great Gatsby?"
The class remained silent and unresponsive, only the mere sounds of yawns and coughs filled the room until one girl and a boy raised their hands. "For the love of all that's holy, Peterson and Watkins can't you just," he extended his arms out, "Give in to peer pressure and just lie about reading it?"
The two kids slowly lowered their heads in embarrassment while of their peers snickered. Walking around his desk, Coach Finstock leaned into it, pointing at the under aged kids. "It's a cold cold world out there and none of you little heathens will last half a second if you can't even glance at a page in a book."
Almost as dry as an AA meeting, the kids remained in their almost vegetative state until Stiles slowly raised his hand waiting to get called on.
Finstock growled in frustration, running fingers through his messy hair in annoyance. "STILINSKI! Talk to me!"
Tapping his pencil on his desk, the younger boy leaned back in his seat. "So when you say "you little heathens", does that mean all of us? Including me?" he pointed at himself.
"Yes. You are sitting in my class." Snapped the coach.
"Oh, well I don't think of myself as a heathen. I'm an individual!" He shot back proudly.
Finstock stared for a few seconds, and then busted out into laughter, slapping his hand on the desk. "THAT'S A GOOD ONE STILINKSKI! But seriously, you've always struck me as a weirdo."
Stiles crossed his fingers together repeatedly. "I wasn't exactly looking for that word, more like beautiful in my own way."
"Face it kiddo, you're not normal. Individual yes, but you kinda lean more towards strange."
The rest of the class got a kick laughing at Finstock's joke. Allison and Scott were the only ones who didn't laugh as hard… although they did snicker a bit, not to be mean. Finstock was right in a way; Stiles was well known for being sarcastic, witty, and yes a bit too odd, even for Scott.
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In the student parking lot, students power walked to their cars, unable to wait for the weekend that lay ahead of them. Two days of freedom wasn't enough for any high schooler, but it was a true blessing.
Walking together to Stiles' blue Jeep was himself and Scott. "Now that the Peter's dead and Derek's disappeared, I can finally assure I won't be torn to shreds and live a normal life as a lacrosse playing teenage outcast, right?" asked a hopeful Stiles, unlocking his door.
"Not exactly normal Stiles. I'm still growing fangs, sprouting fur, howling at the moon, and I still can't control myself when it comes to… that. So normal is far from it." He shyly said. "Only difference is Peter is dead and Derek is the new Alpha."
"I never thought I'd say it, but I kind of miss Derek. Although he was dark, serious, and always threatened bodily harm on me, it sure is lame without his wolfiness around." Piped Stiles tossing in his bag.
Despite the fact that Scott and Allison did indeed have sex, he still found it awkward to bring up the matter of intimacy. They began doing it once she fully accepted what he was which didn't take long; the werewolf inside of Scott was not as strong as their love.
Nor were the Argents, who just so happened to hunt and exterminate werewolves like Scott and Derek Hale, an older Beta who helped train Scott. They grew to tolerate and accept the relationship since Scott did help take down the Alpha.
"Fucking? Sex? Intimacy? Shoving the ATM card into the machine-" Stiles rolled his wrist with each word he spat out as he went on, making Scott blush like mad. "STILES! Not so loud, people can hear." He half yelled half whispered, looking around to see if any heads poked up at his buddy's choice of words.
"What? You've already slept with Allison on many occasions, but you can't use the correct words to say you did the dirty deed." Hopping in his Jeep, he turned the car on preparing to leave for home.
"Want to hang out tonight. The shit on the police radio is dead boring, so we have to find something new."
Scott swung his bag on his back, looking back at his closest friend. "Can't, I promised Allison I'd have dinner with her family."
The answer made Stiles cringe, holding onto the wheel to ease the pain he felt for his friend. "If only the Argents knew you deflowered their daughter, they'd slam your little wolfy ass on the table and shove an apple in your mouth."
Scott rolled his eyes at his best friend as the pair laughed together; completely unaware they were being watched. "Whatever. See you tomorrow night. Your house at eight, alright." he turned and walked away to find his girlfriend.
Before peering off into the parking lot, Stiles stood on his seat and yelled out to his friend. "Cover up buddy! Remember no glove no love!" his wheels screeched as he flew out along with the other cars.
Despite the few stares he received from his peers in the parking lot, Scott still kept a smile on his face as he looked around for Allison's car.
Meanwhile, a dark figure lurked in the distance as the kids scrambled about like lost ants trying to find their friends or their vehicles. He watched as Scott pulled Allison into a big embrace, then followe by a kiss.
Thos dark figure happened to be Derek Hale, new Alpha werewolf, Scott's mentor, and Beacon Hill's former most wanted man. After killing his uncle Peter, and avenging his sister Laura's death, he became the new Alpha and disappeared without a trace.
As it turns out, he just wanted to lie low and stray away from Beacon Hills for a while, but someone his heart always had him wander back over to the cozy little town since his family lived and died there.
His dark attire helped him blend in with the darkened colors mixed in the woods. He wore a white v-neck t-shirt, dark blue jeans, black Converse shoes, and a black leather jacket. His pale features and jet black hair best described him as dark, like Stiles said.
Nose practically in the air like a blood hound, the overwhelming scent evaded his nose, alerting his wolf senses; something didn't seem right. He then drew his attention back to Scott and his girlfriend, watching as he snuck a quick kiss to her cheek before he hopped in the car.
Taking in the scent once again, he then realized it wasn't coming from Scott, it was coming from Allison. Although it was foreign, it strongly resembled that of another Beta. She then joined Scott in the car, and threw her blue Mazda into reverse, backing up before peering out of the school parking lot.
"Allison, a Beta? No. She still smells like a human so I know she was never turned. But how could she possess the scent of a Beta, and it doesn't match Scott's?"
His eyes got huge when he came up to the best thought out theory. After Peter, Laura, and the entire Hale family died… there was no way. Could there be another werewolf here in Beacon Hills?
"If this is possible, then I need to warn Scott and Stiles. There's a strong possibility there's another werewolf in Beacon Hills, and it may have gotten to Allison."
