I always wondered what would happen if Gerrard took it differently with Chris knowing that Scott was an Beta. It seemed a little too smooth for the dinner to happen and nothing except for when Gerrard threatened Scott when he picked his mother up after her shift. So here's my thoughts on if it went down differently.
Sitting on the edge of his bed, Chris Argent rubbed the bridge of his nose as he stressed over the dinner that had just happened. Gerrard had brought Scott over after the lacrosse game, and to say the dinner was a disaster was an understatement.
"Why couldn't things just go smoothly. Bloody werewolf."
Looking to the side of the bed where Victoria should be, Chris was thankful that his wife was out taking Alison to a late night movie. After Scott left, the silence had continued. Victoria suggested she should take Alison out whilst Chris spoke with his father. It was as if Victoria knew that Gerrard was going to speak to him about Scott. He had no doubt in his mind that his father had worked out who the second Beta is. He knew the Argent's weren't that stupid. What concerned him more was how his father was going to react at Chris knowing himself. So far he had been unable to read the mans expressions. If it was someone lower down in the organisation, then Gerrard would already have had their head on a spike to warn others not to double cross him. He didn't know whether being the son of Gerrard Argent would be a blessing or a curse. Knowing what his father would do next was tricky. He hoped that Gerrard would have overlooked the obvious signs, or even ignored them. But knowing how smart the man is, he knew that again was unlikely going to happen. At some point he was going to have to confront his father and take the blame. He just hoped the man would not involve Alison. For years he had spent trying to cover his tracks, keeping his daughter away from this side of the family. Now there was a chance it would shatter all in one night because his daughter had to date the local beta wolf out of everyone in the high school.
"Time to face the music."
Getting up, Chris walked towards his bedroom door and paused for a second. His hand hovered over the door handle. Different scenario's ran through his mind as he began to turn the handle. Opening the door, Chris spotted Gerrard walking up the stairs. Standing tall ready to face the music, Chris straightened his back and walked towards his father.
"Gerrard."
The man turned around and looked to Chris. His facial expression plain, once again hid his emotions.
"Chris. We need a little talk. How about a drink on the rocks shall we? I just have a quick matter to deal with and then I will be right downstairs."
Chris looked to his father then nodded. Walking past his father, Chris headed downstairs with his eyebrows furrowed whilst deep in thought.
Styles sat on Scott's chair as Scott fell backwards onto his bed. Coach had the team running around doing suicide runs after they lost their home game.
"Next time, Danny goes in goal. I can't feel my feet let alone my arms!"
Styles poked at his usually ticklish feet to prove a point. Scott groaned as he contemplated getting up and moving.
"I can't believe coach made us do them. Even the wolf side of me is numb."
Styles looked up to his friend with his tilted head.
"Do wolves even get cold?"
Smirking, Scott turned to his best friend.
"Not when Alison is around."
The pair laughed as Styles looked shocked at first then sat forwards. The horny usual teenager looked put his chin on his right fist and smiled more.
"So does that mean you and Alison-"
Scott jumped up off the bed and looked at Styles in horror.
"Styles! Come on man. Have you seen her dad? He's shot me once already. Not to mention the amount of times he had pushed his pistol to my head. Even tonight I thought he was going to shoot me and serve me for tea to Gerrard. He was pissed to say the least. You should of seen his face when Gerrard had said he invited me over. The anger going through his eyes was crazy, not to mention the amount I felt reeling from him. I'm actually surprised that I even made it out of that meal."
Scott sighed and sat down.
"What makes it worse. Is Gerrard knows-"
Styles jumped up and looked out the window before closing the curtains swiftly.
"Gerrard Argent knows your a wolf and you are still alive? How do you know he hasn't been following you this evening? Are you sure he knows? What if-"
"He threatened my mum Styles. You can't tell anyone, not Derek, not Lydia not even Peter. I'm only alive because he wants me to be."
Scott's pocket began to vibrate as ringtone filled the air. Instantly the teen smiled and grabbed his phone and lifted it to his ear. As he answered the caller, Scott put a finger up at Styles whilst warning him not to talk.
"Hey Alison. How are you? Sorry I had to leave-"
A frown plastered across Scott's face as he nodded to himself.
"Yeah, I understand. We can use Styles as a messenger."
Styles jumped up and down trying to grab Scott's attention to protest when his best friend hung up on Alison and frowned.
"What do you mean use me as a messenger? Why use me. That's unfair, I didn't sign up to this-"
Grabbing Styles shirt, Scott held his ADHD friend still.
"Alison and I can't be seen near one another. She's concerned that her parents are watching our every move. Her mum's banning her from seeing me and threatening to send her father to kill me if she even catches us together…"
Scott fell back against his bed and let out a long sigh.
"I love her Styles. What do I do?"
Chris sat on the sofa and tapping his hands on his knee's. The fire was warming him up on the wintery night. Outside it was cold, the snow had begun to pour from the skies dropping the temperature significantly. A glass of whiskey was placed onto the table in front of Chris making him jump. Looking at the hand, Chris followed it up to his fathers face.
"Drink."
Gerrard smiled as he took a sip from his own glass before walking over to the fire place and leaning against it. Chris looked at Gerrard before grasping his glass and downing the liquid in one hoping it would make this talk go smoother. Fire burned in his throat as he felt the alcohol warming him inside out. Letting out a sigh, Chris sat back and awaited for a response.
"When I heard the snap on the field, I knew his leg was broken. Yet when I walked up to him and looked down at Scott'on the floor, his leg was completely fine. Now I find that odd don't you think?"
Gerrard looked to his son before continuing.
"So now comes the question that has been on my mind. I know I didn't raise an idiot Christopher. At first I thought did you know, but of course you did. You're an Argent. Then I realised you knew and you hadn't took him out. Which got me questioning why you would possibly continue to allow your daughter, my granddaughter, continue to DATE a wolf."
Gerrard walked around to Chris before looking down at him. His eyes boaring into his sons. Anger and disappointment flowed from Gerrard's face.
"I think we should go for a little walk don't you?"
Chris looked to his father with a puzzled face. His mind was circling about, Trying to understand what his father was getting at but the alcohol seemed to have hit him harder than he thought.
"I-"
Gerrard smiled as he lifted his sons arm over his shoulder, pulling him into a standing position. Chris tried to fight against his fathers movements but his mind seemed to have lost control of his body. He tried to pull away but couldn't move. His eyes darted around as his father dragged him outside and towards the land rover in the freshly laying snow. 'Why can't I move? I had one drink-'. As Gerrard threw his son into the car, the realisation hit Chris.
"Choo drug me-"
Chris winced inside as he heard himself speak. Gerrard sat down in the drivers side and closed the door behind him before looking to his side. The man ignored the mumbled talk of his son and started the engine. Chris watched his father with drooping eyes as the car pulled away from the house. A feeling of dread ran through him as he realised he was helpless at the mercy of the ruthless Gerrard Argent. Chris thought of Alison then the members of the Hale and McCall pack as his eyes closed to the hum of the car on a main road and the windscreen wipers swooshing the fresh snow flakes away.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. The next one will certainly add more to the story. Especially with some Argent and Hale secrets :)
