Sometimes Being a Teenager Sucks
Author: I have no idea where this fic idea came from. Its the first truly 'Scott-centric' fic I think I've ever written. Normally I ship Sterek, but Teen Wolf is changing.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, and no profit will be made. This is a work of fiction, purely for entertainment. Teen Wolf belongs to MTV.
If I did own it, Allison would've been killed off in Season 2, as well other differences.
Pairing: Scissac/Scottles triangle with no idea how it will end... yet.
Also contains Laiden, Dethan, and one-sided Stydia.
As always I strive to please my readers, so reviews could play a part in determining outcome. Scissac or Scottes? You tell me...
Additional Note: If a chapter says Character POV next to its number it is narrated by indicated character. If not, assume its through multiple POVs, or classical literary narration.
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One (Scott POV)
No one ever said growing up was easy, and that's for any normal kid. Try being a werewolf, and an alpha to boot! Life the past year's been crazy for me.
Let's review. First there was my maker Uncle Psycho, AKA Peter, followed by his slightly less demented nephew, AKA Derek.
Derek kills Peter, becomes the alpha, changes Jackson. Jackson changes into the Kanima, weird lizard creature, and goes on a crazy killing spree.
Add Gerard, Allison's crazy old gramps into the mix, and you've got one screwed up life.
Gerard kills Matt, slightly psycho kid with a grudge, and becomes the Kanima's master. You following so far?
Just when you think the worst is over, you've foiled Gerard's plans, and Jackson's no longer a lizard monster, things go and get weirder.
Enter Miss Blake, demented darach/teacher, who bears a striking resemblence with Derek's deceased girlfriend Paige. She starts sacrificing people to get the power to take down Deucalion.
Let me talk a little about him. Deucalion is a Demon Wolf, former head of an alpha pack along with the twins, Kali, and Ennis.
Miss Blake toyed with Derek's emotions in order to get his help fighting the alphas. Turns out her power was fueled by a sacred tree called the Nemeton.
She kidnapped my mom, along with Stiles and Allison's dads to sacrifice and achieve full power. The only way to stop her from killing them was to become vicarious sacrifices. The three of us offered some of our life force, but now there's some kind of darkness around our souls, or so Deaton says.
Ennis is dead. Kali is dead. Derek spared Deucalion, and then skipped town with his sister Cora. Yes Derek has a younger sister, and he also isn't the alpha anymore. That would be yours truly.
I'm something called a true alpha. Apparently that's a werewolf born with natural alpha potential, as opposed to having to kill someone for the position.
Of course Ethan and Aiden are still alphas. Jackson's still in London. Derek and Cora are still gone. Jennifer was found dead near the Nemeton after everything went down. Gerard is in a home with frequent visits from Allison and Chris. I figure they kinda feel sorry for the guy.
That's my crazy life as a werewolf. Nothing's really changed except that I have these dreams now, like really creepy dreams. Stiles and Allison do too. They're some kind of vision.
I guess Peter left with Derek and Cora.
Everything's quiet, but Deaton says that won't last. All the sacrifices to the Nemeton woke it up, and now its a living beacon that will draw all manner of the supernatural to its power. Deaton said that's part of why this area was called Beacon Hills to start with.
The last surprise is that my dad's back in town. I really didn't think he was ever coming back, and now I hate him. Dad left us.
Isaac must be a mind reader because he's looking at me with worried eyes.
I almost forgot where I am. I'm still holding my hand with the deck of cards between us. We like playing cards on my bed.
"Scott you awake in there?"
Isaac's voice brings me back completely.
"Yeah," I mutter, running fingers across my forhead. "Sorry."
"You were thinking again," Isaac says like its obvious. "Don't you think enough? I worry that you don't get enough sleep."
I felt a small tinge of annoyance.
"You try being alpha. Seriously Isaac, I'm fine."
"You don't sound fine," he just points out, frowning.
I sigh and drop my cards against the mattress, folding. Its true enough that I hardly sleep, and I feel like I'm in a constant daze these days. Stiles doesn't sleep much either, and he's actually starting to get dark circles around his eyes.
I let my mind replay the dream, the horrible dream that Stiles and Allison are also experiencing.
I'm running through deep forest, almost like the preserve, not toward Derek's old house. I know where I'm going. I emerge into the clearing with the withered old black stump, the Nemeton.
Stiles is bound and struggling against dark coils, except it isn't rope, its swirling and pulsing darkness. I'm holding a ceremonial dagger. My heart jumps. I'm actually holding it! I'm having the dream...
"Scott," a voice whispers against my ear, female.
I feel goosebumps jump down my skin. I'm afraid. Its her voice...
"Do it Scott," another whisper, another patter of fear in my heart. "Kill Stiles... "
"No!"
My hand is trembling, yet it moves of its own will, drawing back the blade. I'll plunge it forward into Stiles any second. My mind thinks of Allison, my anchor, except she and I aren't together anymore.
Doubt fills me, and my hand is set again. I know I'm going to kill Stiles. I can't use Stiles as my anchor, bound right here before me. I sob, and my brain acts.
"Isaac!"
I see Isaac's smile. I envision our laughter. I can control my arm again.
"Isaac," I repeat.
"Scott... "
Something's shaking my shoulder roughly. My eyes open to see Ethan there, worry in his eyes.
"You were asleep," Ethan explained. "You were screaming."
Isaac looked even more worried.
"You wouldn't wake up," Isaac whispered. "I called Ethan and Aiden. I didn't know what to do. You started calling my name."
I met his slightly curious eyes.
"Why Scott?"
I inhaled on a heavy breath. Ethan still looked worried. I noticed his claws were brandished and tinged with blood, my blood.
"I had to use my claws," Ethan said, noticing my gaze. "I'm an alpha. I think I was able to pull you out of it."
I merely nod, mind still on the dream. Isaac is still looking at me strangely, wanting answers. Its all so surreal. I need to call Derek later.
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