Title : The Omni V. 2
Author : Tariq ( formerly Aeris Jade Orion )
Rating : R
Pairing : SM/AA
Timeline : Season One
Summary : Scott ends up a Skinwalker.

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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There were two of them, he realized dimly,
as the creatures fought over him. He tried
to claw out from between them. But they were
a mass of rolling claws and teeth, flashing
in the silver moonlight.

One of them caught his waist in their mouth
and bit down to the quick. He grit his teeth
to keep the scream of pain in. Afraid the sound
would send them into a frenzy. The scent of
blood from what was left of the woman's body,
and his wound was bad enough.

Finally, they pulled apart, and he fell away.
Scott scrambled in the mud and leaves until
his asthma was heavy in his lungs. Pressing
in on his chest to trigger a severe attack.
His inhaler was long since lost thanks to a
herd of deer.

Nevertheless, he forced his way to his feet,
and he ran. He didn't bother chosing a direction.
He didn't look behind him. He didn't look up
at the stars for help. He just ran, and he
would keep running long into the night.

Because fear was nipping at his heels, and
if he survived, he was going to murder Stiles.

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" You're joking. " Stiles stared at him.

" I'm telling you the truth. " Scott pulled
his friend toward the school. " The bite was
gone this morning when I woke up. "

" This is... " Stiles ignored Lydia Martin
for the first time since third grade. " unreal.
You say there were two animals fighting over you?
What were they? "

" Over me. Through me. " Scott gestured. " I was
literally sandwiched between them. I was lucky
it was only a bite. And frankly, I have no idea
what they were. I mean, they sort of looked like
wolves, only... not. "

" How does something not look like wolves? "

" It was like some freaky, giant, mutation or
something. One had glowing red eyes, and pitch
black fur. There was no tail either. It was just
distorted and huge. Like bear huge, you know. "
Scott hooked his thumbs in the straps of his book
bag. " The other one was similar but different.
It had glowing silver eyes. A tail, just as big,
and had the whole distortion thing going. "

" Dude, do you think...? " Stiles licked his
lips excitedly. " Could they have been werewolves? "

Scott sighed, slapping his friend upside the head.

" No. " Scott firmly said. " There's no such thing.
I probably saw a rare breed of wolf, or bear. Maybe
an extinct wolf, which isn't extinct. "

" But..." Stiles practically whined at having
his theory shot down.

" Stiles, there's no such thing! " Scott glared
his friend down.

" Fine, fine. " Stiles surrendered. " We should
get to class. "

Scott nodded absently. He hadn't mentioned one
weird thing to his friend. His senses had been
acting hyper all day. Like he could see and hear
things he couldn't before.

But he defintely wasn't telling his friend now.
Not when he was thinking about werewolves. That
was the last thing Scott needed.

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Scott was in the forest and he was hunting. He
ran on all fours. His muzzle low to the ground.
Ears flickered forward intently. The bushy tail
behind him swayed gently.

A deer was just ahead.

Perfect.

He crouched low to the ground. Crawling forward
slowly, he silently manuevered behind the prey.
It would be his, or at least, a very specific
part of it.

He pounced. Teeth flashed as he ripped into the
throat of the deer. It killed the deer instantly.
Backing away slightly, he panted, and moved to
the chest area.

Bearing his fangs, he dug in. Gripping the organ
he needed, he ripped it lose, and dropped it to
the ground.

The heart.

The human in him wanted to protest, but something
pushed it aside. That something tore into the heart.
Gulping it down in several large bites.

As he did, power rushed through his body. Bones
shifted and fur grew until he stood in the body
of a deer. Then back in the body of a wolf.

The scent of a raven caught his attention, and
the hunt started again.

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His body hurt like hell. So did his head, for
that matter.

He blinked up at the sun shining through the
forest trees. Naked except for his boxer shorts.
Covered in blood, fur, and feathers.

He remembered the previous night. The hunting.
The shifting. It didn't make sense.

" So, you've had your first shift. " An elderly
voice crackled.

Scott shot up and stared at the ancient man
seated on a nearby log. He had short white hair
and a neatly trimmed, white beard. The tall, lean
man wore simple khaki slacks and a green polo
shirt.

" I won't bother you with my name, or any
bullshit about caring what happens to you,
because frankly, I don't. I never intended to
turn you. " The man puffed on a cigeratte.

" Turn me into what? What the hell am I?
What are you? " Scott demanded.

" A skinwalker. We can turn into any animal we
eat the heart of. Your first animal was the wolf
since I was in wolf form when I bit you. " The
man explained. " You'll find you have several
forms for each animal. As a Beta, you have two
forms. The normal animal form, and the Beta
form. If you reach Alpha level, you'll add the
Alpha form. "

The man reached into a large hiking bag beside
him and removed a battered journal. He tossed it
to Scott.

" Here. It's not much. But it has my notes on
being a skinwalker. It's all I can do for you.
I'm not sticking around here any longer. Not
with some psycho Alpha werewolf on a killing
streak, or werewolf hunters around. " The man
got up and put on his bag. " If I were you,
get as many animals assimalated in you as
possible. "

" Why? " Scott screwed up his face. He could
still taste the hearts he'd eaten the night
before.

" Because while werewolves get stronger the
more pack they have. We get stronger the more
animal forms we have. " The man started to
walk away. " Good luck, kid. You'll need it. "

Scott swore silently to himself, clutching the
journal to his chest.

He was really going to kill Stiles this time.

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" This is so freaking awesome! " Stiles crowed.

" It's gross! " Scott pointed to his friend.

Scott was frustrated with his friend. Stiles had
confiscated the journal and was flipping through
it rapidly. Of course, there had been the requsite
demostration first.

" Think of all the animals you can add. " Stiles
gleamed and plotted. " Jaguar, Eagle, Lion, Hyena,
Alligetor, Shark... "

" Where am I going to get them in Beacon Hills? "
Scott reasoned.

" Let me worry about that. " Stiles got a very
dangerous expression.

' Oh boy. '

" I hate when you say that. " Scott grumbled.

" Say what? " Allison asked, walking up.

" Stiles is plotting again. " Scott said.

" This is bad? " Allison clarified.

" Very. "

" Hey! I have great idea's. " Stiles protested.

" Sure you do. " Scott clapped his shoulder.

" I detect sarcasm in your tone. " Stiles poked
him.

Scott took Allison's hand and started for class.

" There was definte sarcasm. " Stiles followed
them.

The teen was greatly concerned about the whole
skinwalker thing. Especially, about Stiles latest
plot in a long line of plots.

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Chapter One
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" You've had some ridiculus idea's but this
takes the top. " Scott decided.

" We need a heart, there's a heart. " Stiles
grinned proudly.

" This is completely illegal. "

" So? "

Scott ruffled his hair in frustration. Stiles
was the son of the Sheriff. He should know
better.

" Think about it. The zoo had a death today.
A Siberian Tiger. We get in. We borrow the
heart. We get out. " Stiles beamed.

" You mean steal the heart. " Scott corrected.

" Borrow. Steal. " Stiles scoffed. " Minor
difference. "

" Right. " Scott could feel a massive migraine
starting. A special Stiles sized migraine.

" Think about it. A tiger man. " Stiles grabbed
him. " Not just a little tiny tiger. But a
Siberian. One of the largest breeds out there. "

" It is tempting. "

" There you go. " Stiles hit his chest.

Scott would regret this. He always did. He
always thought he would regret it. He also
always did.

" Fine, lets go. " Scott got out of the Jeep.

' Why don't I ever listen to myself? ' He
wondered as he followed Stiles toward the back
of the Zoo.

" Now, this will be easy. " Stiles said. " All
you have to do is shift into your raven form... "

" What...? " Scott glared at Stiles.

" Look, you can fly into the zoo " Stiles pointed
to the back gate. " Then you head for the morgue.
It's just to the south of here. "

" And how am I supposed to get inside? " Scott
hissed.

" Simple, the entrance closed off by another
gate. You can squeeze through as a raven. "
Stiles practically vibrated. " The only problem
is the security camera's. You'll have to do
something with them. And you probably don't want
to leave finger prints either. "

" Fine. " Scott sighed.

He shifted into a raven.

" So cool. " Stiles admired.

Scott flew up, over the gate, and toward the zoo
morgue. This sucked big time. He didn't care what
Stile's said. Being a skinwalker was not cool. It
did not make him happy.

He landed in front of the gate, and stepped
through. Walking down the dark hallway, he came
to the freezer area, where the animals were
stored for autopsy.

Scott quickly examined the area for security
camera's. The particular section lacked any.
He shifted back to his human form, and removed
a pair of latex gloves from his pocket.

He slide the freezer door open. The room inside
was a little fuller than he expected. The tiger
was on a table in the center. It was very old,
and enourmous. It was the other animals he wasn't
expecting.

The teenager entered the room and shut the door
behind him. He ran his eyes over the other
animals. He could see a Kermode bear, also known
as a spirit bear. A maned wolf, which was a type
of fox. A wolverine. The second to last one was
a Inland Taipan.

The last one stopped him short. He stared at it
in shock. His head tilted to the side in pure
disgust.

' No way. ' He decided. ' I will never do it. '

Then Jackson entered his mind.

' Then again... '

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" You didn't. " Stiles chair tipped over from
his laughter.

" Never mention it again. " Scott firmly declared.

" Can't. Breath. " Stiles wheezed.

" I don't know what came over me. " Scott groaned
in self hate. " I remembered Jackson and next thing
I know I'm eating it's heart. "

Stiles laughed so hard he whistled from his nose.

" It's not funny. " Scott kicked Stiles in the
gut. " My lifes over. "

" Skunk. " Stiles gasped.

" An Eastern spotted skunk. " Scott moaned.

Stiles let out a rather suspicous honking noise.

" I lost my head. " Scott continued. " I had
this idea of getting into Jackson's car as a
skunk. "

A high pitched squeaking sound like a ballon
being rubbed wrong erupted from Stiles.

" Then I had this image of hiding in Jackson's
locker and getting him in the face. "

This time he swore he heard what could have been
an unused, dry belt when a car is started.

" Or better yet. See how much sucking Lydia wants
to do after I spray his cup. " Scott muttered darkly.

Okay, that couldn't be healthy, Scott decided.

He peered over at his now purple friend who had
lost all ability to make any sound. Stiles was
laughing so hard, he was completely silent. There
were tears streaming down his face.

" You okay? " Scott furrowed his brow in geniune
concern.

Stiles shook his head rapidly.

" What's wrong with Stiles? " Allison entered
the empty classroom where they'd holed up to
talk.

" He was trying to tell me a joke. " Scott said.
" But he never got it out. "

" That can't be good for him. " She seemed really
worried.

" I was thinking the same thing. " Scott smiled.

" ...skunk... " Stiles choked.

Scott blushed at Allison's questioning expression.

" The jokes about a skunk. " He said.

" Oh. " Allison tugged on his hand. " Should
we get help for him? "

" No. He should recover. " Scott took a long
unsure stare at his friend. " I hope. "

" Okay. I'll see you in class? "

" Of course. " He said.

" Great. " She kissed him.

" Bye. "

He watched her leave, then kicked Stiles in the
gut again.

" Get up. " He ordered his friend.

Scott helped his surrogate brother to his feet.
The teen was exasperated with the lack of sympathy.
Stiles was more amused than anything.

" Dude, we have got to get you in Jackson's car. "
Stiles was sparkling.

' Oh shit. ' Scott saw the danger.

" Nononono. "

" You're the one who had the idea. " Stiles
pointed out. " I'm being supportive. "

" You were laughing your ass off. "

" I can't do both? "

" No. " Scott refuted.

" Do the words double date mean anything to
you? " Stiles darted in front of him.

Scott grimaced. The bowling date. He'd had to
spend the night with Allison, Lydia, and Jackson.
Bowling. Yes, okay, he'd liked the Allison part.
The imaging her naked part was better.

But having Lydia flirt with him? In front of
Allison? No thanks.

Add Jackson to the mix. Yeah, right.

" So. Jackson's car. " Scott considered.

Scott raised an eyebrow at Stiles. Stiles grinned
at Scott. Scott sighed and nodded once.

" Yes! " Stiles jumped, pumping his fist. " I
could kiss you. In fact, you think Allison would
mind if we made out? "

" I would mind. " Scott calmly replied, used to
his friends mind. " Besides. Lydia? "

" Right. Never mind. "

Scott smiled slightly as his friend started to
plot. Though if anyone ever found out about the
skunk thing, he'd murder Stiles.

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Chapter Two
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" WHO THE FUCK DID IT?! " Jackson bellowed
furiously into the cafeteria. " MCCALL! "

Scott rather calmly and straight faced continued
eating. Casually glancing up at the lacrosse
player as he marched toward him. Stiles sat
across from him, with equally gathered emotions.

They knew they had to keep it together for once.
Otherwise things could explode on them.

He noticed Lydia and Allison standing up from
their table, heading over to see what was going
on. Both females were extremely worried at Jackson's
fury.

" What the fuck did you do?! " Jackson demanded.

" What do you mean? " Scott frowned, eating on his
apple. " Did something happen? "

Jackson smacked his apple from his hand. Scott
flinched in pain. He'd been mid-bite so the action
split his lip. Actually drawing blood.

" Dude, you hurt him. " Stiles angrily stood up.

" I'll do a lot worse if he doesn't tell me what
he did to my car! " Jackson yelled.

" Jackson, calm down! " Lydia laid a hand on his
arm. " Why would Scott harm your car? "

" Don't touch me, you useless bitch! " Jackson
lashed out.

Scott froze as Lydia fell back cradling her cheek.
Stiles reacted. The other boy quickly caught her
and sat her in his chair.

" You okay? " Stiles asked quietly.

" Yeah. " Lydia nodded in disbelief.

" Don't touch her ever again. " Stiles threatened
darkly.

" Or what? " Jackson scoffed.

Scott stood up and moved to stand by Stiles side.
" Or your car will be the least of your problems. "

" I knew you did something. " Jackson got in his
face.

" Prove it. " Scott whispered.

" This isn't over. " Jackson shoved him, and
stormed off.

" I can't believe he did that. " Allison glared
after the popular teen. " And you two, what did
you do? "

Scott shot a questioning glance at where Stiles
was holding an ice cold can of soda to Lydia's
cheek. Stiles shrugged back.

" We may, or may not, have let a skunk lose in
his car. " Scott scoffed his toe shyly on the
floor.

" You didn't? " Allison hissed softly.

" Where'd you get a skunk? " Lydia blinked.

" Scott works for a vet. " Stiles gently answered.

" Okay, but why would you do that to him? "
Allison pushed Scott into his chair.

" He's been giving Scott a hard time recently. "
Stiles replied. " Almost to the point of
harrassing him. "

" You're idiots. " Allison groaned. " A prank
is just going to make him worse. "

" Yeah, but it made us feel better. " Stiles
grinned slightly. " At least until Lydia got
hurt. I'm sorry. If I knew you'd get hit I'd
never have done this. "

" No. " Lydia shook her head. " It's better I
learn this about him now, then later when it
was too late. "

Scott got a sudden sense of foreboding when
Lydia's entire face twisted up evilily.

" And no one hits Lydia Martin and gets away
with it. " Lydia smirked.

" If you want, we can help with any revenge
you want to get against him. " Stiles offered
eagerly.

" Thank you. I might just accept your offer. "
Lydia smiled at Stiles.

Scott meanwhile was vigoursly shaking his head
no and gesturing with his hands. He was not
getting caught up in this. No way, no how. But
his love sick friend was ignoring him. Blantingly
ignoring him.

All the while Allison snickered at his pain.

" So a joke about a skunk, huh? " Allison poked
him.

" Well, it was funny. " Scott blushed.

He was so going to get found out if things kept
continuing this way. He needed to be more careful.
Starting now.

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Scott wanted to hide away from the world. He
wanted to bury his face in the sand. Maybe
runaway from Beacon Hill's for a couple of
years, perhaps centuaries.

Allison hated him.

All because of the Alpha and his own actions.
He and Stiles had ended up trapped in the school
with the Alpha werewolf. Then Allison and Lydia
had shown up.

They couldn't tell them the truth. Not about the
Alpha or skinwalkers. All they could do was hide
in the third floor Chemistry classroom. Then
Scott had left to get the janitors keys. Only
instead of just getting them and returning, it
had turned into a battle between him and the
Alpha.

The cops had showed up before he'd returned.
There was Scott in the gym. No Alpha, mostly
unhurt. No body. With the keys.

Allison thought the worst.

He'd abandoned them. How could he blame her?
How could he explain without telling her the
truth?

He twirled his lacrosse stick, searching the
field for Stiles once more. Where the hell was
he?

His phone rang, and he snatched it up.

' Stiles. ' He sighed in relief.

" Where the hell are you? The game is half over. "
He scolded his long time friend.

" Help! " Stiles panted. " Hospital. The Alpha!
Hurry! "

" Shit! " Scott cursed as the phone went dead.

He was on his feet instantly, sprinting across the
middle of the field to the furious yells of the
crowd and his coach. He stripped his gear off as
he went. Leaving it to fall behind him. The only
thing he kept was his phone.

He sped up as he hit the sidewalk, letting his
supernatural speed loose. He heard a number of
cars honking at him. Squealing breaks as he darted
into the street without looking.

Then the hospital came into view. He saw his
friends Jeep and slowed down. Scott took a deep
breath. Catching the scents of Stiles and Derek.
Eyes flashing silver, he followed them inside,
and toward Peter Hale's room.

Blood was smeared on the floor and nurses counter.
Not Stiles. Human. Female.

He spun and ducked under Derek's claws. Punching
him in the gut. The other man kneed him in the
face. Lifting him up and tossing him back, into
the far wall.

Scott rebounded to his feet with a wolf growl.
He could see a battered and bruised Stiles
nervously peaking out from behind the nursing
station.

Peter Hale stepped out of his room, completely
healed of scars. Dressed in a long, black leather
duster.

" So you're the mystery Alpha. " Scott brushed
himself off.

" Oh yes. " Peter worked his head back and forth.
" I have to admit a certain amount of
disappointment when I lost the oppurtunity to bite
you. You are quite the specimen, as you've proven,
in the past few weeks. "

" I'm flattered. "

" You should be. It takes a lot to make a good
werewolf. Muchless a skinwalker. Your friend
Stiles would make a good one, for example. "
Peter eyed the nurses station. " Though he's
already refused my genourous offer. Such a
shame. "

Scott paced to the side slowly, shifting into
his wolf Beta form, a wolf tail tearing through
the back of his shorts.

" I'm afraid though, I can't have you or your
friend, interfering in my business. " Peter
gestured to a shifted Derek. " We have to kill
you now. "

' I was afraid of that. ' Scott sighed. ' Question
is, how do you survive a fight with a Beta and an
Alpha? '

Scott shifted again, this time to his bear Beta
form. Growing two feet taller, and adding a good
several inches of muscle on his form. His uniform
tore under the stress of the change.

" Stiles, get ready to run. " He growled.

" What about you? " Stiles stood up.

" Do what I say, or I'll gut you myself. " He
rumbled.

" I'll get help. " Stiles swore.

Scott nodded solemnly. He could and would do
anything to save his friend. Even lay down his
life.

He crouched to the floor, claws pressed so the
tiles cracked, his muscles bulged out further
than ever. Then the world narrowed to just him
and the two werewolves.

His bear merged with him. Guiding him, preparing
him for what he was going to do. Then he lunged.
He was on the two wolves instantly, dragging them
down. He felt them digging their claws and teeth
into his bigger body. Trying to force him to let
go so Derek could after Stiles, but he held firm
as his friend bolted for his Jeep.

And he wouldn't let go for anything.

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Chapter Three
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" I can't believe you did that. " Stiles said
for the thousandth time. " For me. "

" Neither can I. " Scott agreed. " I should have
let them eat you, but you're really stringy and
I was afraid you'd get caught in their teeth. "

" I am not. " Stiles became insulted. " I have
a lot of meat on me. "

" Please, you're skin and bones. " Scott waved
a dismissive hand. " Barely a snack. "

Stiles sputtered incoheretly.

Scott felt a smile tug at his lips. It was a
good way to get Stiles off a subject. Stiles
had been going back and forth between Scott's
impression of a walking mummy, and his fight
with the two werewolves.

Thankfully, the Sheriff and about six deputy
cars had come blazing in, sirens blaring. The
two werewolves had cut their loses and run.
Leaving Scott laying in a puddle of his own
blood, and Stiles to come slipping in. The
teen a mass of black and blue bruises.

To say their parents weren't happy was an
understatement. Melissa McCall was furious
with both boys for getting in such a condition.
The Sheriff had been a rack of nerves and had
demanded to know what they'd gotten themselves
into.

The problem was they were horrible liars. A
fact Allison had pointed out the night at the
school.

So in the end, the two boys had folded like
cheap tin foil.

They'd spilled their guts to the two parents.
Everything from the night in the woods, when
Stiles had dragged Scott out in search for
the girls body. To Scott running to the hospital
to save Stiles ass from the Alpha.

To say they were in massive amounts of trouble
was like saying they were males. Melissa McCall
alone had spent six hours yelling at them at
the top of her voice. Without repeating a single
fact.

Their ears were still ringing from it. Stiles
father hadn't gotten to them, quite yet. But
he had promised he would. Tonight.

Oh yes, they were furious.

" Think we're grounded? " Stiles mused.

' You joking? " He silently asked his surrogate
brother.

" Stupid question. " Stiles admitted.

" Good going, McCall. Because of you we almost
lost the game. " Lydia glared at the two boys,
then seemed to really take in their appearance.
" What happened to you two? "

Scott tried not to look at Allison standing by
Lydia.

" Scott saved my life last night. " Stiles
glared hotly at Lydia. " Something I consider
a little more important than a lacrosse game. "

His eyes shifted as Allison glanced at him.

" Hold on. Are you the two who were at the
hospital last night? " Lydia light up in
excitement. " It was all over the news. You
have to tell us what happened. "

" There's not a lot to tell. " Stiles defintely
refused. " I got attacked and Scott saved my
life. "

" No way, there has to be more to it. Who attacked
you? What did they do to you? How did Scott know
you were in trouble? " Lydia grabbed Stiles. " I
saw him get a call during half time, then take
off, but what was the call? Was it you? "

" We should get to class. " Stiles pulled away.

Scott moved around the two teens and followed
after Stiles.

" Wait, Stiles? " Lydia blinked in confusion.
" But...? Stiles? "

He knew Lydia was aware of Stiles crush on her.
For Stiles to ignore her, and walk away was a
major blow for her. Not just as a person, but
to her ego.

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" Which hearts were they? " Stiles asked as
Scott finished planting the rope of wolfsbane
around the McCall property border.

" Little Raven..."

" You already ate a raven heart. " Stiles cut
in.

" A Common Raven. " Scott shoveled the last of
the dirt on the very thing which would keep any
werewolf off the property. " If I'm going to
have any Raven form, then I want it to be a
Little Raven. "

" Fine, okay, point taken. " Stiles handed him
the Moutain Ash they'd gotten from Deaton. " Now
what other heart's did you get from the Zoo? "

" Indian Grey Mongoose, Redeye Pirahna, Grey
Reef Shark, Red Panda, and Cozumel Racoon. "
Scott ticked off.

" Did you get the hearts from the clinic? "

" Much to my horror. A number of different
types of dead cat species and dog species.
I will never get the taste of heart out of
my mouth. " Scott screwed up his face in
pure disgust.

" Yeah, but your journal was clear. The more
animals you have, the more powerful you get.
It doesn't matter if the animals are just
subspecies of the same family. " Stiles
shrugged.

Scott sprinkled the last of the Moutain Ash
out of the large bag. The dark powder sank
into the ground.

" Stiles, about Lydia... "

Stiles plopped onto the ground with emotional
pain clearly visible on his face. " I love her
Scott, but she was more concerned about a damn
lacrosse game, than why I was missing, or why
you ran off. More concerned about damn gossip
than our health. "

" I'm sorry. " He really was. He knew how he
felt. " I wish I could help you. "

" We're both fools. " Stiles slumped. " Loving
a couple of girls who don't want anything to
do with us. "

Scott fell back beside Stiles. " Allison won't
acknowledge my exsistance. "

" Um, Scott, I think your luck just changed. "
Stiles sat up straight.

" Scott. " Allison's voice broke in. " Can I
talk to you? "

Scott glanced up in surprise. Allison was
standing before him. Actually standing in front
of him, staring at him. She was looking him
in the face, in the eyes.

" Of course. " Scott struggled to stand up
with hers and Stiles help. " Do you want to
talk privately, or can Stiles stay? "

" I guess he can stay. " Allison frowned
lightly. " It's about my family. I had no
where else to go. "

Scott exchanged a long glance with Stiles.

" Let's sit on the porch. " Scott suggested
nervously.

" Sure. " Allison followed him.

He moved up to the top step and sat down against
the post. Hopefully, he'd be able to get up a
little easier.

" I think they're hiding things from me. " She
played with her hands. " I keep overhearing
strange conversations. Finding things. Catching
them in lies. "

' Shit. ' Scott saw Stiles eyes widen and just
barely shook his head.

" You must think I'm crazy. " Allison laughed
to herself.

" Trust me, we don't. " Stiles piped up.

" He's right. " Scott touched her arm gently.

" Scott McCall. " An unwelcome voice whefted
over to him.

" Oh shit. " Stiles cursed, moving beside of
Allison nervously. " Doesn't this guy ever
give up? "

" What's wrong? Who is he? " Allison asked.

" Oh? The Argent heir doesn't know the Grimm
truth? " Peter smirked in amusement. " How
quaint. "

Scott slowly and painfully stood up, manuevering
himself down the stairs. " Leave her alone. Your
business is with me. "

" Perhaps, but my Vendetta is with her family. "
Peter flickered his eyes from Scott to Allison
and back again. " Or had you forgotten what her
family had done to mine? "

" This isn't the way, Peter. " Scott held out
his arm to stop Allison when she stood up and
started to talk. " Me and Stiles, we've talked
to his father about everything. He's finally
got the start of an Arson case on the fire that
killed your family. Forget about the Vendetta and
let him do his job. "

" The only thing I'm interested in, is the
Hale family killer's blood on my hands. I want
to hear them beg. To say they're sorry. To have
them screaming in pain. " Peter laughed at the
thought. " And I will take the other Argent's
out to. Including your precious little Allison. "

Scott stalked forward. " I think you should
leave. "

" Tell me, Scott, where is your friend Jackson? "
Peter paced in front of the property line.

Scott felt Allison grab his arm tightly. Stiles
came up on his otherside.

" What have you done? " Scott demanded.

" Now, now. " Peter admonished. " What makes you
believe I'll simply give you the answer? "

Scott watched the man silently as he shifted into
his Alpha wolf form.

" Holy hell. " Stiles let out. " He really means
to kill us this time. Well, he meant to kill us
before too. "

" What is he? " Allison tightened her hold on
Scott.

" A very angry, Alpha werewolf. " Scott answered.

" Was he the one in the school that night? " She
demanded tearfully.

" Oh yeah. " Stiles kept a close eye on the
Alpha.

" And at the hospital? " Allison questioned.

" Unfortnately. " Stiles twitched. " He came
really close to making a buffet out of us. "

" Stiles, He's not going away. " Scott pointed
out.

" No, but the wolfsbane and mountain ash is
keeping him out. " Stiles replied.

" Yeah, but Jackson..." He waffled.

" We don't like him anyway. " Stiles huffed.

" I can't believe you two kept this from me
and Lydia. " Allison scowled at them. " I was
dating you. Oh god, you went into the school,
alone, with an Alpha werewolf lose? Are you
nuts? "

Scott had to fight the urge to tuck his tail
between his legs and hide. Crap.

" He wasn't completely helpless. " Stiles hinted.

" If you're talking about the Molotov Cocktail... "
She skeptically started.

" Not exactly. " Scott shifted nervously.

" What else haven't you told me? " She narrowed
her eyes.

A loud growl brought their attention back to
the giant Alpha werewolf in front of them.

" Um, right, the serial killing wolf. " Stiles
paled. " So you think we should call Allison's
dad and set him on it? "

" My dad? " Allison glared.

" Yeah, the Argents? " Stiles gestured. " Werewolf
hunters. Your aunt, in particular, a major pyscho
with an assualt rifle. I say we sic them on each
other. "

" Bad idea. " Scott shook his head. " What if
they find out about me? I don't want to have
them hunting me too? I have enough problems
with Peter trying to kill me. "

" Wait, why would my family hunt you? " Allison
tugged him around. " Are you a werewolf? "

" No. Well, I am a shapeshifter, but not a
werewolf. " Scott winced. " I'm something
way worse. "

" You mean, much more awesome. " Stiles slapped
his back.

The Alpha let out another growl.

" Look, you can explain later, let's concentrate
on the Alpha for now. " Allison decided.

" Good idea. " Scott sighed in relief. " And
I suppose we can try to get an answer about
Jackson as well. "

" Or not. " Stiles muttered.

" The question is what do we do? Because this is
a little new to me. " Allison admitted.

" There's only one thing. " Scott pulled away
from her.

" Scott, man, no! " Stiles protested. " You're
still injuried. Not to mention what he did to
you last time. "

" We have no choice. Besides, I have a plan
this time. " Scott smiled slyly.

" A plan? A plans good. " Stiles relaxed slightly.
" What's your plan? "

" Hold it, what are you two talking about? "
Allison asked.

" This moron is going to fight Peter. " Stiles
explained. " But apparently he has a plan. "

" You are not fighting him! " Allison ordered.

" I have a plan. " He repeated, on the verge of
whining.

" What plan, could possibly, get me to agree
to let you fight the Alpha? " Allison deadpanned.

" I assimilted an Inland Taipan. " Scott glanced
over at Stiles. " It's the deadlist snake in the
world. One bite, and even Peter's healing will
have trouble with the venom. "

" Hold it, assimilate? " Allison cocked an
eyebrow.

Scott and Stiles silently gestured at each other.
He tilted his head at her, Stiles held up his
hands clearly indicating she was Scott's girl,
he raised an eyebrow telling him he was the
one who'd gotten him in this trouble.

" One of you talk. Now. " Allison folded her
arms.

" I'm a skinwalker. " Scott groaned. " I can
become any animal who's heart I've eaten, and
let me tell you, it is a very gross ability
despite what Stiles says. "

" Wait, didn't the Zoo have a bunch of hearts
stolen? " Allison pointed at them. " You stole
from the Zoo? Twice? "

" Can we talk about this later? " Stiles did
a Vanana White impression at the Alpha. " Scott,
go snake on the Alpha, please. "

" Wait, wait, no! " Allison tried to stop them.

Scott shifted into his Beta Inland Taipan form.
Very dark tan scales grew where fur normally was.
Instead of claws his fingernails became black. His
eyes became pitch black with dark brown iris. A
forked tongue flickered out, and extremely thin,
needle like fangs.

He crouched down and shot forward at his top
speed. Skidding on the grass, he ducked a swipe
of a large claw, and leapt for the Alpha's back.

Peter was faster. The werewolf darted forward,
and spun to face him. He quickly turned to face
him. His bones and body was more flexible now.
Speed faster. He would have to use it.

Scott breathed deeply. Settling into a tighter
stance. He swayed side to side. Tensing ever
so slightly. At last, he moved. Arching through
the air, twisting around the lunging body of
the Alpha.

He moved between the massive claws as they
lashed out at him. Twirling past the snapping
jaws of it's mouth, and spun onto it's back.

The teenager sank his fangs into Peter's neck.
Injecting the venom of the Inland Taipan. The
Alpha jerked violently, bucking against him.

Peter howled in pain, shifted back into a human,
but Scott held on. He wrapped his arms around
the mans arms and chest.

" So want to tell us about Jackson now? " Stiles
wondered up to the edge of the property line.

" Derek took him to the Hale house, " Peter
groaned. " to kill him. "

Scott let go of the Alpha. He should finish
him off, but if Jackson was about to be killed,
then they had no time.

" Let's go. " He said, rushing for Stiles Jeep,
shifting back to human.

" I'm going with you. " Allison ran after them,
climbing in the back. " And you two, are going
to tell me everything on the way. And I do mean
everything. "

Scott found himself dragged in the back with his
ex. The other teen had a determined glint in her
eyes. He just knew he was going to have to tell
her the truth on the way.

" Fine. I'll tell you. " He sank back.

" This is going to suck. " Stiles started the
Jeep.

He just hoped Allison was talking to him when
he finished.

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Scott pounced over Jackson, down the full length
of the main staircase, and landed in front of
Derek. His Beta Tiger form glaring at the werewolf.
A long tiger tail curling against his leg.

" Jackson, go! I'll handle Derek. " He ordered
the annoying jock.

The other teen scrabbled up the staircase, but
didn't go on. There was an air of distaste from
him. A hint Jackson didn't want Scott there.

Scott paused as new scents wafted in on the wind.
He recognized one of them. Kate Argent. He meet
the eyes of Derek who nodded slightly.

Then the air rang with gunshots. Bullets riddled
the door and walls on either side of it.

" Move! " Derek grabbed him, forcing him to the
left.

He went willingly. The left side of his chest
burning in pain, then his right calf, and left
shoulder. He collapsed in a corner close to the
staircase. Derek towering over him.

" Go, quickly. I'll distract them. " Derek hauled
him up.

" What about you? " Scott questioned weakly.

" I'll be okay. " Derek pushed him toward the
back of the house. " Now, go. "

Scott stumbled down the hallway, and out of
the backdoor. He nearly fell to his knees.
Limping along, he bounced off a tree, and
into a second tree.

He tripped over a large branch. Right into
a very welcome figure. She slipped her arms
around him, and helped him towards Stiles
Jeep. Hidden a hundred yards in.

" Who did this? " Allison whispered.

" Your aunt and a few hunters decided to shot
up the house. " He panted. " Jackson was hanging
around until they showed up, for some reason.
Derek got me out of the way, then told me he'd
distract them. "

" Guess he's not a total jackass. " Allison
grimaced at all the blood he was losing.

" Yeah. Though I want to know what's up with
Jackson. " Scott made it to the Jeep, and
got into the passenger seat.

" Great, another trip to the vet. " Stiles
hit the stearing wheel.

" You go to the vet? " Allison giggled.

" He treats shifters, and hunters. " Scott
blushed. " Okay. "

Scott let tried not to make noise as Allison
pressed several of Stiles spare towels for
lacrosse into his worst bleeding wounds.

" So does he give you flea baths? " She joked.
" Offer to neuter you? "

" Funny. " Scott grimaced. " Next you're going
to try and take me for walks on a leash. "

" Well, I do have this really great collar and
leash set. It's hot pink with sequines. " She
smiled broadly showing her dimples.

" Ha. Ha. " Scott glared.

" Actually, you do have several dog breeds in
your system now. " Stiles helpfully called back.
" Including a few lapdogs. One's a toy poddle."

" Oh. My. God. " Allison burst into fresh laughter.

" You're dead. " Scott threatened his best friend.

" What? It's not like I told her about the house
cats. Or the skunk. " Stiles rambled. " Which
I... just...did. Oops. Sorry. "

Scott slapped his face with his hand.

" A skunk? " She stared in disbelief. " Wait,
not as in the skunk you put in Jackson's car? "

" Yeah. 'Fraid so. " Stiles nodded.

" A skunk. " Allison sighed. " Of all animals. "

" I know, it's bad. " Scott deflated. " I regreted
it the minute I ate the heart. But at the time,
I couldn't help it. I was too caught up in
pranking Jackson. "

" Actually, I can see the tactical advantage. "
Allison soothed.

Scott was doubtful. He was having a little
trouble breathing. Sweat was pouring down his
face constant streams.

" The Inland Taipan was also a good choice. It's
the most venomous snake in the world. " She
continued, worry lines deepening as his
condition worsened.

" What are the other animals you have? " She
inquired.

" White-tailed Deer, Common Raven, Siberian
Tiger, Kermode Bear, Inland Taipan, Maned Wolf,
Wolverine, Eastern Spotted Skunk, Little Raven,
Indian Grey Mongoose, Redeye Pirahna, Grey Reef
Shark, Red Panda, Cozumel Racoon. " Scott gasped
out. " Along with several species of house cats,
and dogs. "

Scott felt the corner of his mouth twitch when
Allison gently smoothed his hair.

" Skinwalker gain power by gaining animals. "
Scott swallowed hard. " It's why we keep breaking
into the Zoo. "

" I'm going with you next time. " Allison told
him.

" We're here. " Stiles braked hard.

" Good, cause I'm really hurting. " Scott moaned.

" Help me with him. " Allison got out, tossing
the bloody towels on the ground.

" Right. " Stiles climbed out.

Scott tried to help as he was lifted from the
Jeep, but between the wolfsbane bullets and
the bloodloss he was almost completely
dependant on his friends.

He closed his eyes and leaned into them. Simply
trusting them to guide him. But mostly praying
that when his mom got there, she didn't decide
to ground him.

Again.

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Chapter Four
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" You're both idiots. " Lydia announced, and
sat primly at the lunch table with Allison.

" Wha... " Stiles gaped.

" I told her. " Allison took a seat by Scott.

" Why would you do that? Do you have any idea
how dangerous that is? How much danger it will
put her in? " Stiles waved his fork at her.

" Like Peter Hale stalking us, or trapping us
in the school at night? " Allison questioned
sarcasticlly.

" Okay, good points. " Stiles admitted. " But
you should have asked us first. "

" I didn't have time. " Allison ran her hands
over her face. " My Aunt Kate decided to have
a show and tell. She has Derek chained up,
being tortured. "

Scott laid his hand on her arm. He could see
the disgust she felt at what her aunt was
doing.

" You know where he's being held? " Scott
leaned forward.

" Yes. There's an underground complex beneath
the Hale house. " She took his hand. " But Scott,
we have to plan this carefully. You can't just
go charging in. There's several hunters stationed
inside. "

" Okay. We'll do it your way. " Scott let out a
sigh.

" Great. Wonderful. " Lydia rolled her eyes.
" What I want to know is, how do we stop this
Peter guy? Because I am not going to become dog
food. "

" I personally vote for a rocket launcher. "
Stiles bit into his sandwich. " Or a couple
of land mines. "

" He'd hear the rocket, and smell the mines. "
Scott reminded his friend.

" Way to crush my dream. " Stiles pouted.

" We should stay simply. " Scott popped a piece
of orange in his mouth. " So we can adapt easier. "

-
To Be Continued