Title: Different
Summary: When Derek becomes the alpha, Scott submits, but he doesn't know that he gave away some of his free will. While the war is on between Werewolves and Hunters; Beware Hunters you just became the hunted.
Main Charters: Scott M, Derek H,
Secondary: Stiles S, Erica, Isaac, Danny, Jackson, Chris A,
English
Rated T
Family/ Romance/Crime
A/N: I don't know entirely the whole seasons because I just started season 2 and yeah I am new to this but this was stuck in my head when Derek killed his uncle.
Warnings: Dark Scott
Disclaimers: I don't own,
Co-written with: James D/Yassen Gregorovich.5
Chapter 2: Deaton and Stiles
Scott P.O.V.
I stared at the work building, I didn't want to, I was in charge of how I wanted to live, but with a sigh I walk in and glance at the car. Derek sits there and nods.
Smiling back I walk in to see my boss standing over a kitten.
"Scott," he smiles and waves me over, but the cat hisses.
"Deaton, I want to tell you something." I say and stare straight into his eyes, my eyes cold and a warning.
"I am quitting" I say and watch as his face changes.
"Why?" he asks.
"Because…"
"Is it because Derek wants this?" he questions and my wolf hates that he puts Derek so low.
"NO" I growl, my eyes changing to the yellow of the beast. "It's... because I want to."
Deaton watches me and he nods slowly, eyes assessing.
"Don't let the beast control you, and Scott?" he asks as I turned to leave.
"Yes?" my nails are claws and I'm in a hurry to leave.
"My door is always open. If you want your job back contact me." Nodding I leave the man to his business that was once mine, no longer.
Different
I am at school now, I see Alison and her father move away, I don't care, I have a target and I am ready to meet him no matter what.
Derek stays where he is, leaning on the side of his Camaro and calm and safe.
"Scott, what the hell happened last time we were in the woods?" Stiles demands and I stare at him coolly, while I walk to my locker and open it and smell the stale air of not being used.
Dumping all my things in, I turn and stare at him.
"Stiles, I can no longer see you, plus I am leaving." I say and see his eyes widen.
"What?!" he asks and shoves me to the boys locker room.
No ones in there.
"You can't!"
"I can and I will." I growl and feel the beast helping me again. But I wanted its power, we were connected.
"Scott, this isn't you, please think for a minute." Stiles plead.
"To join a new pack you must get rid of your old one" I quote from Peter and everyone else who told me that.
"Scott… please… don't go" I hear Stiles whisper and I walk away.
"You'll never hear or see me again" I leave and don't look back.