So, my first story that I've actually posted in years…fuck. So, this is an idea that came to me after watching the finale of Falling Skies. This story takes place a little before season 4 of Falling Skies but begin with the ending to season 3B of Teen Wolf. It's focussed mainly on Scott, I may include other TW characters as I go. However know that I'm about to begin Sixth Form College, and won't update often. I am also prone to dropping stories before finishing them. But here goes anyway.
Chapter 1-He'll be Back
It's over.
That's all he could think. Or rather all he wanted to think about. He wanted the relief he usually got with a win, like in lacrosse when they kicked the other teams ass and the crowd went wild. He lived for that feeling, that feeling of being invincible.
Invincible.
He was that physically. Emotionally…well he was as soft as warm butter. Easy to cut through.
Like It Cut through Allison.
He felt his breathing quicken, his claws grow, his eyes burn with the power of an Alpha. He heard them call his name. Stiles, Lydia, Kira…they stood next to the body of the fallen Alpha, his head rested in the arms of his twin. Hell, even Derek looked at him with some concern. He just shook his head.
I need to get away, I need to breathe.
The emotions in their eyes seemed to drown him. He needed to run. He looked to Stiles, his closest friend.
"Scott…?" He croaked out in confusion. He didn't understand what was going through his friends head, a foreign feeling to him. The two of them always knew what went through the others mind.
Then the red faded and he saw the clear brown of Scotts eyes, and then he knew. He knew what the other was asking him. Because he couldn't leave his brother without knowing it was okay.
So Stiles smiled, lowered his head and took a breath to gather his emotions, looked up and nodded.
"Go." He said, barely holding back the tears in his voice." It's okay man, I get it." He added jokingly," just not too long okay?"
The Alpha smiled, then vanished like smoke. The lone human blinked, wiped his teary eyes then turned to Lydia who had an open mouthed look of confusion.
"What the hell just happened?" She asked demandingly.
He sighed, and open his mouth to speak but Derek answered for him." He set him free." All eyes turned to the once Alpha and he bowed his head." He needs to do what he has to do." He gave them a small and rare smile." He'll be back though."
He better be, Stiles thought, looking in the direction Scott had gone and hoping his friend hadn't made a huge mistake.
He ran for hours on end. He didn't know how far he went. He reckoned at some point he passed by Dallas, Texas. After a day he passed Atlanta, he recognised it after watching the Walking Dead. He finally stopped when he reached somewhere in South Carolina.
He stopped dead in the road, hands on his knees and breathing heavily. He couldn't help but laugh at what he felt. Sure his lungs were burning like he'd swallowed lava and his legs ached with pain greater than anything he'd ever felt…but he didn't care. He got out, far away from Beacon Hills and it's supernatural bullshit that he dealt with on a daily basis. Then he remembered…Allison. He sighed.
Can leave the place, can't leave the memories.
Everything seemed to hit him at once, though he knew what order they came in.
First was the memories, him and the young Argent from their first kiss to their last and everything in between;their love making, their sneaking about, their nearly killing each other…the first time they said their 'I love yous'.
Then came the raw emotion that carried those memories, pain and happiness, love and anger. He felt the rage at the Nogitsune as equal to the joy when Allison first kissed him and the fear of discovering his wolf status.
Then came the physical feelings. The pain all over his body amplified by everything else running through him. And worse was his True Alpha spirit seemed to want to mix that all into one.
And that one came out as a roar, speaking volumes beyond comprehension. Little did he know that roar was Heard from LA to Vancouver, waking kids up in their sleep as their eyes widened in fear and calling for help cause they though the big bad wolf wad out to get them. In Summerville Massachusetts a certain Mason child also awoke but didn't feel fear at the noise, only curiosity and what creature could make a sound so threatening yet so full of pain.
Scott McCall knew none of this. He only knew the roar made him feel good. Then he felt tired. Logic told him to find a motel, his wolf told him to find somewhere in the woods. He listened to his wolf.
Half an hour later in was curled up in a cave, fully transformed into the beast form of legend. He thought nothing of falling asleep that night. After all he knew he was going to wake up. But what he didn't know, was when.