Chapter Three: Settling In

The thud of footsteps could be heard from the living room, Agent McCall and Stiles turned their heads to see who the footsteps belonged to and saw Scott standing in the living room threshold. Brooklyn only slightly glanced up at him with a unreadable expression. Their mother was no where in sight.

"Where is your mother?" Scott's father asked bluntly. His gaze not leaving where Scott stood.

"She's upstairs," Scott said simply and left it at that, not wanting to mention the conversation that occured only moments earlier. He put his hands in his pockets trying to stay calm.

"I should go talk to her," he said sighing and began walking toward the stairs. An arm streched across the living room doorway, preventing him from continuing. "Scott, let me through," he calmly yet sternly commanded.

"I think you've done enough," Scott said coldly not moving from where he stood. His father tried to push past his arm but Scott just gripped the doorframe tighter. "I said you've done enough," Scott growled, his patience growing thin. He turned his face away from his father and Stiles caught the sight of his eerie bright red glowing eyes. Stiles swiftly but clumsily leaped from his seat and walked over and stood in between the two individuals.

"Alright lets not start something we'll all regret later," Stiles said with a strained voice. He put one hand on Scott's forearm and one in front of Mr. McCall his palm facing the agent. "Come on Scott," he said slowly and calmly nudging Scott into the hallway. They both stopped at the bottom first step of the staircase. Stiles looked at Scott and sighed as he observed his friend gripping the staircase banister tightly, his eyes filled with anger as he squinted. "Easy Scott just calm down," he said to his friend trying to sound calm but his voice was filled with nervousness.

"I just can't. He so blind. Why doesn't he understand? I can't help it he just makes me so angry sometimes. He thinks he's the one that can fix everything, but he can't," Scott said through clenched teeth. Stiles put a hand on Scott's shoulder his eyes began to fade a little but they were still red. At that moment Scott's mother decended down the stairs, her face was calm and it showed almost no signs of her crying. As her eyes caught sight of her son's eyes, she quickened her pace down the stairs

She put her hands on his shoulders and said, "Scott look at me. You have to calm down. It's not his fault. I know it's been hard for you since he's been back, but please." Her eyes begged him and his eyes quickly faded back to their normal deep, chocolate brown. He then closed his eyes and nodded to her slowly. The group then turned and reentered the living room. As they entered, Mr. McCall's cellphone started ringing. He answered it and then after a brief conversation returned it to his pocket.

"They need me back at the police station," he said and walked calmly to the front door. Once he had disappeared behind the closed door, Stiles and Melissa let out a sigh of relief. Scott was staring blankly at the wall. Quickly, Scott snapped out of his trance and turned his attention to Brooklyn.

"I'll show you your room," Scott said gently and then turned around walking towards the stairs and waiting for her to follow before ascending. He walked carefully as the two remained silent, the thud of his boots making contact with the wooden flooring was the only noise around them. Their footsteps ceased as Scott stopped in front of a door across the hallway from his own bedroom door. He turned the door knob and revealed a guest bedroom with light colored walls and dark wood furniture. Scott spotted two medium sized duffel bags and a backpack and picked them up with ease. Isaac's going to have a surprise when he gets home Scott thought to himself. As he returns to the doorway with Isaac's bags in hand, he looks at Brooklyn and says,"I hope this is ok," referring to the room. She simply nods with her arms crossed over her chest and her gaze to the floor. "Well then make yourself at home," he replies before closing the door and walking into his room, dropping Isaac's bags on the floor, then sits on his bed and stares off into deep thought.

Ok, so first things first. I would like to apologize for my absence. I know you guys want me to continue this story and I will, I have just been busy with school work and my everyday activities. During my absence, I was debating whether or not to cancel this story. The reason behind this is because how the actual show is developing, massive changes have occurred including the deaths of two beloved characters. :( I just felt like the series was changing so much that I didn't want to even try adding to it because I know I will never be able to write and create as brilliant a plot as the writers of the series, but of course I won't be as good as the series creators. They are professionals and I'm not. All I want to do is do my favorite TV series justice and I hope I am. But don't worry I'm not canceling this story. :) I will try my best to keep updating this story. Also, I would really appreciate some feedback from you guys. Thanks everybody! ;P

Disclaimer: I don't own "Teen Wolf" or any of its characters. I only claim ownership to the original characters I created to be in this story.