Title : The Omega
Author : Tariq ( formerly Aeris Jade Orion )
Rating : R
Pairing : SM/AA
Timeline : Season Two
Summary : Gerad chases Scott from town.
Authors note: It's unbeta'd. At the moment I
have no beta reader for this genre. So drop me
a line if you're interested.
Second, due to health issues, and taking care
of my disabled mom, I haven't been able to
write much. But over the last several years
I've managed to slowly write on a number
of stories.
What I've decided to do is go ahead and
publish what I've managed to put together.
The stories are unfinished, and sometimes,
the last chapter I worked on is unfinished.
Plus, there maybe multiple chapters, each one a
different version. Just warning everyone.
So I apologize in advance.
Disclaimer : Not mine. All characters belong
to MTV
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Prologue
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" I usually don't use these methods. " Allison's
grandfather slashed the wolfsbane coated knife
down Scotts back. " However, when I heard a
mongreal had his hands on my precious
granddaughter, well, exceptions must be made. "
Scott breathed heavily, struggling against his
bonds. It had been a week since Gerard had
captured him. A week since the school principal
had been torturing him.
" Now, who are werewolves? " The elderly man
demanded, slashing deeper into the teens back
again and again. " Are your friends werewolves? "
" No! " He growled.
" Who are wolves?! " The man asked again.
" I don't know. I'm not part of the pack. "
Scott gasped out, blooding dripping down his
face.
" Fine, I see I won't be getting any place with
you today. We'll simply have to continue this
tommorrow. Right now I have a meeting to get
to. " The man sat the knife on a table of tools.
" But do hang around. There'll be refreshments
and entertainment. "
The teen slumped forward in the chains as the
old man left the chilly room. His dark eyes
staring at the puddle of blood on the floor
under his feet.
For the first time since he was bit he wished
his healing powers were working. Unfornately
Allison's grandfather was being extremely
vicious due to Scott's relationship with
the hunter in training, and using torture
tools coated in wolfsbane.
Not enough to kill. Just to keep him from
healing, and make sure he would defintely
scar.
" Did you tell him about Allison? "
Scott struggled to lift his head. Glaring up
at Chris Argent through heavy eyes.
" There's nothing to tell. " He whispered.
" Don't lie to me. I know my daughter, and I
know you. " Chris pointed a finger accusingly.
" There's no way she would ever let me break
you two up. Now answer the damned question. "
The werewolf stared into the steel cold eyes
of the hunter and saw the fear for his girlfriend.
The man was petrified of something. For Allison's
life, but not from Scott.
" No. I never said a word. I swear. "
The hunter let out a sigh of relief, then moved
forward to the teen. Scott jerked back, then
froze in shock as the man undid the cuffs on
his wrists.
" We have to go before my father get's back. "
" Why are you helping me? " Scott demanded,
reluctantly letting the hunter partially carry
him out to his SUV.
" My daughter loves you. " Came the angry reply.
Scott climbed into the passenger seat, closing
the door. He wearily watched the man get in
and rev the car.
" And now you're going to get the hell out of
town. "
" What?! " Scott stared in shock. " NO! "
" Yes! " Chris yelled back. " What do you think
my father will do now that you've escaped?! He
personally trained my sister! She was a less
radical product of his teachings! Do you think
he cares if Allison gets caught in the crossfire?! "
" But the torture... He said... " Scott paled.
" Oh he meant it. " Chris admitted. " He loves
her dearly, so much he would rather kill her
than let her be sullied by a werewolf. "
Scott swallowed heavily. The world spun around
him. Swimming in and out of focus.
" It wouldn't be just Allison either. It would
be all of your friends. Lydia, Jackson, Stiles.
Not to mention your mother. " Chris went on.
" Oh god. " Scott felt sick. " But the murders,
I have to help stop them. They need me. "
" How? You're an Omega. You refused to join the
pack to be with Allison. Because of it you're
incredibly weak. You have no support, and now
all of the hunters know of you. " Chris bluntly
informed him. " It's over. "
He was having a panic attack. Digging into his
bloody jeans, he yanked out his inhaler, and
triggered it.
The SUV came to a halt outside the McCall house.
Chris Argent faced him seriously. The steel blue
eyes closing up.
" Tell your mother the truth and get out of town
tonight. In the hour. Don't tell anyone where
you go. Don't contact your friends again. Don't
get in touch with my daughter. Not if you really
love her. " Chris glanced away.
" I do. " Scott hoarsely muttered, stepping
out of the car. " She's my anchor. "
He stumbled up to the front door of his house.
Leaning his head against it, and cried as the
SUV drove away.
It was over.
Beacon Hills, his friends, Allison.
It was all over.
Because he had to do what his wolf demanded,
and it always demanded one thing.
To protect.
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Melissa McCall poured herself a third glass of
vodka. A slight tremble ran through her hand
when she tapped the bottle on the rim. Taking
a steadying breath, she screwed the cap back
on, and set the bottle aside.
Her son was a werewolf.
God help him, he was a living, breathing werewolf.
With every monster hunter in America after him.
Worse, his hormones had sent him sniffing around
the baby of local werewolf hunters.
' Nice going, Scott. ' She pinched the bridge of
her nose.
Oh he'd tried to brush her off. Tried to make her
think things weren't that bad. But she was a nurse,
and she had to patch him together while he told her
the truth.
The truth he had been hiding for the last several
months. As it was he had still not told her the
entire story. She knew him well enough to know he
was leaving a lot out, and downplaying others.
She drained the glass of alchohl, lowering it to
the table. She leaned back into the sofa as she
heard a key turning in the front door lock.
Stiles.
Scott had insisted on leaving without his friends
knowing. In fact, he hadn't let her call the Sheriff
and let him know Scott was safe until he was gone.
" Where's Scott? " Stiles demanded, tripping into
the room with Allison behind him.
' Damn. '
She'd hoped Scott's girlfriend wouldn't be with
the boy. Actually, she'd hoped Stiles wouldn't
show up at all.
" Gone. " She answered shortly. " On a plane to
his father. "
" What? " Stiles gaped. " Why? He hates his
father? "
" It was his decision. " She lied.
" No, Scott wouldn't do this. " Allison denied
angrily.
Melissa knew why Scott didn't want them to know
the truth. The teenagers were already neck deep
in the chaos of Beacon Hill. If they found out
about the truth, about what Allison's grandfather
had done, what he would do to get to Scott...
" Look, I'm sure this is some sort of
misunderstanding. " Stiles nervously tried.
" Right? I mean, this is just a small vacation.
A weekend thing. A week? A month? "
" Scott said he was tired of the violence, and
getting injuried, or dragged into dangerous
situations. " Melissa bluntly stated. " Frankly,
I don't know what he meant since he won't say,
but I don't like what he was implying. "
" Oh god... " Stiles paled.
" He's gone, Stiles, for good. I'm not giving you
his phone number or address, and don't bother
trying to google him. " Melissa cut him off.
" But his father... " Stiles tried.
" I didn't say he was staying with his father,
just that he was on his way. " Melissa glared.
" Do you really think I'm stupid enough to send
my son to that bastard? "
" Sorry, sorry. " Stiles yelped.
" Now, I'd appreciate it if you left. It's been
a long day, and I really want to be alone. "
" Did he, at least, leave a note? " Allison asked.
" I'm sorry. " Melissa shook her head.
The woman watched them leave, then slumped back
into her couch tiredly. Her son was gone with the
one person who could keep him safe. But she couldn't
help but wonder if his heart would survive.
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David McCall tapped his knuckles on the arm rest
of airplane seat. His green eyes stared unseeing
at the heavily sleeping form of his grandson. His
wife's hand laid on his arm, trying and failing
to calm him down.
The private plane was silent except for Scotts
pained breathing and the humming of the engines.
Even the two pilots were keeping to soft whispers.
The retired CIA agent went over everything his
grandson had told him. Werewolves, hunters, it
was all true. Scott had proved it by shifting.
Now it was up to him to protect the boy. To get
him through his teenage years. He'd had a basic
plan after talking to his daughter, but now he
had a better one.
In a few hours, they'd land in Europe, and
disappear. David had certain contacts, ones
he now suspected were werewolves. One's he
hoped would be willing to work with Scott.
From there, his wife, Suki could home school
the boy. Get Scott into a good College. David
would make sure the teen got his dream of being
a Vet.
Oh yes, he'd keep Scott alive. If he had to
hammer every last ounce of self-defense knowledge
into the boys head.
' An ounce of prevention, or so they say. '
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Chapter One
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Scott slipped through the crowd of High school
students toward the lacrosse field. He held his
black medical bag side ways. The large heavy
canvass bag making a perfect wedge to get
past the students wanting to see the latest
entertainment to hit Beacon Hills.
The twenty four year old managed to get to the
field and spotted the Sheriff with a Deputy.
Several teachers, and several familiar people.
" Sheriff Stillinsky? Deaton sent me. " Scott
dropped his bag by Stiles father.
" Scott! Your mom said you were back in town. "
The Sheriff clapped him on the back.
" What's the situation? All my boss said was a
wild animal got on the field. " Scott ignored
the startled expressions of the four adults his
age.
" An injuried deer to be precise. " The man
pointed to the panicked animal across the field.
" We tried to capture it, but it darts before
anyone can get close to it. "
Scott considered the animal closely. If it was
back when he'd first been bitten, the deer would
have gone wild before he could get anywhere near
it. But the years spent abroad had changed things.
He toed off his battered, worn, dirty white
tennis shoes. His bare feet sinking into the
grass. Thankfully Deaton wasn't making him
dress up for his new job. Instead he wore jeans
so old they were like cotton, tattered at the
ends. Along with a simple grey t-shirt.
He'd learned long ago not to bother with fancy
dress. Not because of money, but due to being a
werewolf. Especially an Omega.
Reaching deep into the earth, to his link to it,
he fully opened it. The world breathed to life.
In seconds he could feel every life, plant,
animal, or human within five miles of him. He
could feel the dirt under his feet, the lava
millions of miles beneath him, the clouds
floating above.
He slowly let out a breath.
The four familiar adults were his human pack.
Allison, Lydia, Stiles, and Jackson.
His eyes locked onto the deer. Carefully he
stepped forward, heel to toe. A low hum rose
up in his throat, old tribal magic from Australia.
The deer rolled it's eyes around in it's head.
It's right front paw pounded at the ground
over and over. Ears flickering back and forth.
Scott kept his pace steady and light. Quiet,
hardly disturbing the grass. The walk of a
predator, or tracker.
His hum rose in volume, and the deer shifted,
letting out a noise of distress. The head lowered
and jerked toward him.
' Come on. ' Scott calmly prayed, smelling the
blood from the injuries.
Finally, the deer stopped stomping on the ground.
The body beginning to sway with the vet's humming,
and the distressed eyes spinning around to him
until all he could see was it's whites.
He eased his body into a hunched position. Using
his new height to make himself seem less scary.
Closing in on the deer, he noticed tension in it's
body, it was fighting the magic.
Scott lunged the last five feet, locking his arms
around it's neck.
" Easy... " He whispered, channeling earth magic
into the animal. " I've got you... "
The last of the fight drained from the animal.
It collapsed into his arms exhausted. Completely
drained, wheezing from everything it had been
through.
He ran his fingers through it's fur. He didn't
need to be a werewolf, or have earth magic to
sense it's feelings. It was terrified, in pain,
and worn out.
" Everything will be okay girl. " He soothed.
" We'll get you fixed up, and after a nice long
rest, send you home. "
" Here. " A female voice interuptted, sitting
his bag beside him. " I thought you might need
your bag. "
Scott breathed in the scent of Allison. A glance
out of the corner of his eyes showed she had
kneeled beside him and wasn't moving.
' Gorgeous. '
She'd gone from a beauty to breathtaking. Her
style of clothes hadn't changed much, simply
matured. The hair he loved was a little shorter,
a little wavier.
" Thanks. " He managed to choke out.
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To Be Continued
