Hey guys!
This story will be updated every Saturday afternoon/night.
This was originally a one shot requested by a guest on my Teen Wolf One Shots collection (go check it out if you haven't) where Scott finds out he and Derek are brothers.
Now, this is VERY AU, due to timelines and all that, so let me tell you a couple things before you read this.
1: In this story, Derek was 5-6 ish when the fire happened, not 16 like the cannon.
2: Scott and his dad's relationship is VERY rocky in this story, so if that is not something you wanna read as it will upset you, I wouldn't read this work of mine.
3: this takes place around Sliverfinger and Riddled, then completely goes into it's happy AU world XD.
I hope you enjoy this story, as this is my favorite plot in a while, and guest, this is dedicated to you.
And now, on with the story!
Scott's POV
I could not BELIEVE he had the nerve to come back to put the sheriff out of a job. I stormed into the station, ignoring everyone till I reached where he was going through files and clearly distracted as he glanced up at me.
"Hey, Scott." He muttered, flipping a page of the file to which I responded by slamming my fist on the table to get his attention.
"How could you DO do this to them?!"
"It's nothing personal. Just business, which Noah understands perfectly well.
"They are struggling as it is! The sheriff is drowning in problems, and this is just another thing on the list." I stopped to sit in the chair facing him before looking straight into his eyes. "If it isn't personal, why are you doing this?"
"Cause it's my job, Scott. You're still too young to understand."
"I'm seventeen!"
"I don't want to expose you to the ugliness and dangers of the world. You'll know when you're older."
"Just tell me why you're doing this. No one can understand half the bizarre crap that happens in this town!"
"Especially you. I'm a FBI agent, kiddo. If I can solve it, then he doesn't deserve to be in the position. Now go home before your Mom gets worried."
I was infuriated by this, wanting to explain everything to him, but I also knew he would tell everyone, which would put everyone I love in danger.
"She knows where I am. Why is it the Sheriff's fault that there are a bunch of psychopathic weirdos in this town? I know about the world, " Dad". And he deserves to be Sheriff more than you deserve to be in the FBI! You left Mom and me. Why come back? And to ruin their lives?! Why not someone else?! Why don't you just us all a favor and leave?"
"I've been ordered to temporarily stay here to try and figure out these cases and elect a new sheriff if I can. I get you are mad, but you need to understand that I have to stay, even if you don't want me here."
"Just stay away from my town, my friends, my family and me. And if you DARE get him fired..."
"Hey!" He snapped, which struck me to my core as he demanded. "You owe me respect, Scott!"
"I hope you know Mom told me what really happened between you two that night." I seethed, seeing fear flash in his eyes. "You pushing me down the stairs in a drunken rage, realizing what you did, actually concerned about me, and she told you to get out. I also hope you know I still side with her."
"I'm sorry, Scott. I never meant to hurt you. Ever since you were sav-born; I've loved you. And I always will."
I was confused by the change of words, but I just insisted my point. "That doesn't mean I do." And with that, I went straight home, making a mental note to ask about what he said when she got home.
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I was switching channels on the TV with zero interest in anything that was on when I heard the door open and I turned to see Mom with a couple bags of groceries on her arms. I turned the TV off and came over to help her put stuff up.
"Thanks, Scott." She smiled gratefully as she shrugged off her coat, hanging it beside her keys. "I'm taking two shifts again tomorrow, by the way." She turned towards me with worry written on her face as she eyed me up and down. "Is everything okay? You look pretty stressed."
"Yeah, um..I was wondering if I could talk to you about something."
"What's on your mind, Baby?" She asked, running her fingers through my hair and bringing her hand down to my cheek.
"I was talking to him at the station today, and he said something that was confusing. It might've been a slip up, but we got into a fight and he said something along the lines of "since you've been born, I've loved you." But he almost said saved instead of born."
I didn't get a verbal response, but she dropped her hand from my cheek and gulped nervously, something she had never done, which made every possibility flow to my mind, which I voiced in a slight panic.
"What did he mean? Did he mean saved? Am I not your biological son? Saved from what?"
"Um..." She trailed off, glancing at the ground before returning eye contact. "I'm gonna call your father real quick. Alright? Just stay here."
I groaned pretty loudly and voiced my disgust as well as brewing anger towards him. "He's the last person I wanna see right now, Mom."
"Despite everything, he's a part of this. He should be here."
And without giving me a chance to protest, she stepped outside with her cell phone and made the call.
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A hour later, the three of us were gathered at the dinner table with a couple pizza boxes, eating in a uncomfortable silence, but then he finally asked.
"Why did you invite me here, Melissa?"
"I asked Mom a question and she won't answer without you." I chimed in, and naturally, he didn't have a clue of what was going on in this family and turned to Mom.
"What question? I thought health class, biology and anatomy took care of that."
Mom rolled her eyes before gesturing towards me and widened her eyes. "The OTHER question." Before whispering something in my ear that I couldn't hear even with my hearing, and that's saying something.
"I'm waiting..." I trailed off, seeing my mom squeeze his hand nervously.
"Raph? Can you start?"
"Yes, you were adopted. You were young, a really small, young baby; and your house had caught fire. Someone tossed you outside just before everything burned to ashes."
"I was working at the hospital when they brought you in, and you were injured pretty badly. No one thought you were gonna make it, except me. When you were finally healed enough to be adopted, you wouldn't stop crying. Almost like you knew what was gonna happen. Then I held you, and you started to calm down. That's when I told Raphael that we had to adopt you."
Shock overwhelmed my body followed by wide spread panic as I yelled.
"I- I'm ADOPTED?! My birth family died in a FIRE?!"
"I knew we shouldn't have told him yet." He sighed, only adding more fuel to the fire since he was still treating me like I was twelve.
"Scott, baby. It's okay." Mom told me, gently rubbing my back, trying to calm me down, but when I did finally speak in a normal tone, it was more like a strangled sob.
"Mom, can we talk? Just us? Please?"
She nodded, and gave him a look, which had him standing up and grabbing his keys.
"I'll be heading out. I have to report back to my boss anyway, but thanks for the pizza. Night." And with that, he was gone and my mom was using her thumb to wipe my tears away.
"What is it, baby?"
"Do you have any records or ideas or clues or anything about my birth family?" I questioned, reaching my hand up to my cheek to wipe some tears that were quickly replaced.
"Pretty big clue...you were found outside of the Hale house right after the fire was put out." She ran her fingers through my hair again, which she often did when I was younger to calm me down, a tactic that still worked to this day.
"Derek and I... related?" I questioned, looking up at her with teary eyes and she nodded, saying.
"It's a possibility. You should talk to him about it, though. See if he remembers anything."
I nodded, finally calming down as I hugged her tightly.
"Okay. Love you, Mom."
Before grabbing my helmet and keys, starting up my motorcycle in the pouring rain, and booked it to the loft, praying I would get some answers.
