Connecting With The Whole
AUTHOR: DJDarkPixie
SHOW: "Teen Wolf"
TIMELINE: Post Season 1 – Future
PREMISE: Sequel to "When Your Soul Cries Out" and "Lucky Valentine", same Universe, no Lydia or Allison. Derek and Stiles are engaged, Danny & Jackson are a couple, Scott finds his mate in Ted, Danny's date from their winter formal. Everyone is/will be a wolf.
CATEGORIZATION: SLASH; M/M; Stiles/Derek "Sterek", Danny/Jackson "Dax", Scott/Ted "Tott", humor, angst, romance, fraternity, supernatural, spirituality, charity, death, murder, mayhem, super smut, perhaps a 3-way, perhaps not. Yes, a tease. You know who you are and you love it. Might even be some cotton candy in pink of course!
DISCLAIMER: All references to the show "Teen Wolf" are owned by MTV and only this plot and alternate universe belongs to me, well, I inherited it from my partner in crime, Blooboy70.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed/commented on the last chapter, especially Omega – you are as Awesome as OC Damion.
As I was re-reading ch. 6 in preparation for this chapter I realized I made a total geek-error and face-palmed myself. I said that OC Jeremy had dyed his hair blue and Stiles asked if he was going to a Star Trek Convention as an Andorian. I KNOW! Trek Fail. The color should have been white. I just flubbed it. Andorian's have blue SKIN and white hair. Sorry, please don't make me wear the pointed hat! ;)
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Chapter 7 – Realization
(cont'. from ch. 6: Brian released his white-knuckle grip on the crystal. "Oh, you know. Shot through a dimensional rip, ran into other versions of people that we know, nearly get seen by other versions of us. The usual." He said with a shake of his head.
"Well you both are just in time. We just sat down for dinner. Stiles cooked a roast, and it's on the rare side, so nice and bloody," Derek said with a wink at the two vampires who had befriended his Pack.
Jeremy's eyes lit up at that. "Sweet, I love his roast potatoes."
Brian shook his head and punched Jeremy on the shoulder. "Priorities dude."
Derek nodded at that. "So did you manage to get them together?" Scott nodded at that, looking interested in the outcome as well.
Jeremy nodded. "Yup, Operation Love Birds is a success. Scott, you are dating Ted.")
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Scott looked at Ted who just looked down at his hands in his lap. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry. Forget I asked it." He was sad thinking he had offended, or worse, made his future mate unhappy.
Ted let out a sigh and then looked up at Scott with a woeful look in his eyes. "No, it's okay," he said softly. "Suffice it say that I fucked that up. Danny was the best thing that ever happened to me at that point, and I messed it up. Royally too I might add." He averted Scott's attentive gaze, and took a drink of his root beer with a regretful sigh.
Scott chuckled. "What's funny about that?" Ted asked, scowling.
Scott sat back and raised both his hands, palms out like he was surrendering. "No dude! I was laughing because you are drinking root beer for breakfast."
Ted sat the glass back down and narrowed his eyes, a ruffled look on his face. "And what's wrong with that? I happen to like root beer. Is that a problem?"
Whoa, Scott. Mate is defensive. Back down, we don't want to offend. Tell him you think it's hot and like the taste of root beer. Shut up, he told his wolf. I can handle this. Yes, the wolf replied, because you are doing a bang-up job so far. Scott put his hands down and smiled at Ted apologetically. "Ted, I'm sorry I didn't mean anything by that. I happen to love root beer. Stiles has his own microbrewery in the basement of our house and makes his own root beer as well as black cherry soda. I just haven't had it at breakfast. I usually go for orange juice, that's all. Nothing wrong with it at all."
Ted's face lost all animosity and his eyes shot up in amazement. "Are you serious?" he asked excitedly. "Does he make the extract himself or is it from a concentrate? Does he use wild yeast or farmed? What about the black cherry? Are they real cherries? Are they from New York or Arizona?" He stopped in mid thought. He looked at Scott and got red in the face when he realized Scott was grinning at him with a wide smile. "Uh, sorry. Didn't mean to geek out on you there. I'm just going to shut up now." He blushed again and looked down, taking another drink from his root beer, enjoying the tingle of the bubbles in his nose.
Scott beamed. "Dude, are you kidding me? How do you know all that stuff? That's awesome. Stiles has taught me a lot as I help him with it. We make everything from scratch. He even insists on using cane sugar instead of beet sugar as he swears to Fenris he can tell the difference. Maybe I'm a Cretan because it's the same flavor to me but I don't mess with the brewmaster." He smiled again as Ted's gaze slowly raised to join his. "Hi," he said softly, and chuckled.
Ted's face beamed and started to return to normal. "Hi," he peeped then started laughing. Scott laughed too, and they laughed together.
"What ya's two laughin' 'bout over here?" came a voice from the aisle with a thick accent.
They both turned to look at a tall good-looking man walking toward them. He was in a chef's coat, tight jeans, and what looked like biker boots. Scott raised an eyebrow as he noticed the scent of pride coming from the man. He stopped at their table eyeing Scott up and down. He stuck out his hand. "Hey there. The name's Patrick. Dis here's ma' place. Welcome. Haven't seen ya's in here before. Ted, you know dis' guy?" He asked a smile in his eyes as Scott took his hand and shook it heartily.
"My name's Scott, sir. This is my first time. Nice to meet you," said the brown-eyed boy smiling.
"Ted, you didn't tell me ya' had such cute friends. Wha', ya' been keepin' dis one to ya'self?" Patrick asked, Ted's face getting redder than before.
"Shut up, Uncle Patrick. This is Scott, a friend from high School." He looked over at Scott and gestured to Patrick. "Scott, this is Patrick, the owner of this place. He's my Uncle, and he loves to embarrass me. Ignore everything he tells you." He smirked at Patrick, who grabbed his chest like he had been stabbed.
"Oh my gawd! Ya' wound me son. How could ya' be so hoitful? Aftuh alls dat I did fer ya'!" he feigned injury his accent getting thicker and thicker as he mocked Ted pretending to be wounded by his words.
"And I forgot, he's a bit of a drama queen," added Ted, smiling. Scott just smiled back, enjoying the banter of the two.
Patrick looked at Ted. He quickly righted himself, narrowed his eyes playfully, trying to make them look threatening. He spoke and there was no accent this time. "Listen here missy. Don't think I won't tell your cute friend here about the time you asked me to help you pick out a suit for your date to that winter formal. How you got all up in arms because the cleaners left a shine on your pants, and put starch in your shirt causing the collar to stand the wrong way. How you tantrumed asking if it was too much to ask for a simple pleat and a press with no shine." He looked at Scott, flipping his wrist melodramatically to make his point. "That was a drama queen moment if there was ever one." Ted's face burned with embarrassment, and Scott just laughed smelling the embarrassment and love coming from him and his uncle.
Ted fired back. "This coming from a grown-ass man who likes to pretend he's from Jersey so people will think his Italian meatballs are authentic when we all know he got them from our GERMAN grandmother."
"Excuse me, sir, if I may…" he turned the accent back on. "It's from New Youhk, as in duh big apple, duh. Ev'ry bodee knows dat. Sheesh."
Ted and he looked at each other just laughing. He sat beside Ted and gave him a great big hug. "You look good Ted. Scott, nice to meet you. What are you two having?" He motioned at the waitress who had a big beehive hairdo, large hoop earrings, and looking every bit like "Flo" from an episode of "Alice" from 1970s TV.
She sauntered over, her gum popping in her cheek as she touched the tip of her pencil to her tongue and pressed it to the pad of paper she pulled from her ruffled apron. "What can I get you folks this morning?" she asked just as sweet as sugar pie.
Patrick spoke first. "Jean, you of course know my nephew Ted, and this is his cute friend Scott." She smiled, giving Ted a tiny wave a wink to Scott. They both just smiled back. "Anything you want, boys my treat."
Scott protested. "I can't let you do that sir. I'm not here for a free meal; I can pay for my own. My mom taught me to not take advantage of friends."
Patrick looked at him with an appraising look in his eyes. He smiled and looked at Ted who just smiled back, equally pleased. He started to open his mouth, and then closed it. He stood up from the table, Jean stepping slightly aside. He spoke with honesty that even a werewolf wouldn't have doubted. "Ted, you have a great picker. You have picked a good friend." He looked over at Scott and spoke again with no accent, his normal voice having returned. "Scott, I haven't known you all of five minutes and I am impressed. You were raised right. Tell your parents they have done a great job. You are welcome in my place anytime." He patted Scott on the shoulder. He looked at Jean, "Take good care of them, Jean. Thanks doll." He tugged at the front of his chef's coat, straightening it. "Okay, boys. Gots ta' get back in der and make da moe-nae," he chortled, his fake New York accent returning again. Ted and Scott laughed, waving at him as he walked away to go through the swinging metal door towards the office.
Scott and Ted again focused on their table and gave the waitress their order. Both boys had the famous biscuits and gravy with all the meats. Ted's eyebrow went up when both he and Scott asked for the steak to be rare. Jean scratched out their order, took their menus and retreated back in the kitchen shouting the order. "Pucks on a platter, make 'em wet and throw on the whole barnyard, leave the cow mooing, Florida on the side" she yelled. Scott just shook his head and looked at Ted; they both laughed at her 'diner speak' for their breakfast order.
"Florida, on the side," asked Scott looking at Ted. "I suppose that means orange juice?"
Ted chuckled. "Exactly. I have been coming here ever since my uncle opened this place."
"And your Uncle's gay, right?" Scott asked, wanting to make sure he got the right impression.
"Yes, that's right. Having a gay uncle made it easier for me to come out. My dad left when I was eleven so it was just Mom and me. I knew about Uncle Patrick from before I even really knew what was what, and he sort of stepped in like a father figure being my mom's brother and all helping out as she had to work two jobs to support us. She already had her suspicions that I was gay, and wanted to make sure I had a good role model as a male and for being gay. Hell, she basically said 'yes I know, what do you want for dinner' when I came out to her." Ted's green eyes started to well up and he looked away ashamed at showing so much emotion in front of a boy he liked.
Scott smelled the twinge of embarrassment coming from across the table and knew exactly what Ted was feeling. He reached out and placed his hand on Ted's to comfort him.
The instant his hand felt the soft but strong skin under his own his wolf stood up and howled at the contact! He jerked back in surprise. Ted pulled his hand back just as quickly his face having flown up in surprise too.
"What was that?" he asked Scott. "Did you hear that?" he further inquired looking around the diner.
Mate heard us!, yelled his wolf. Take him, now, here now! Shut up damn you or you'll expose us, Scott silently chastised back. He tried to cover. "Sorry, I didn't mean to shock you. Must be static. Sorry."
"Oh," said Ted, not sounding convinced. "I can see that. But you didn't hear that?"
Oh crap, Scott thought. "Hear what?" he asked feigning ignorance.
Ted scratched his head, looking at his hand where Scott had touched him. "Uh, nothing," he said quietly. "I guess you just startled me. I must be hearing things. I thought I heard a howl. Of course that's crazy." He took another drink of his root beer shrugging it off laughing.
Scott laughed too. "Are you sure that's root beer soda and not actual root beer?" he asked laughing. How could he have heard you? he asked his wolf. He knows he's our mate, the wolf replied. He recognizes us. Don't be stupid. It's the truth Scott. Listen to his heartbeat. He heard us. Mate with him. I haven't even had a date with him yet. Then ask him, chicken shit. Shut up!
Scott finished the battle with his wolf quickly and bit his lip. "Ted," he started unsure of what the reply would be. "I, um, well, seeing as how you like root beer and all. Would you like to come over sometime and see the microbrewery? You could even taste it and tell me what you think?" His face was flush and his heart was pounding like his chest was going to burst. A bead of sweat ran down his cheek, the air conditioning still not working.
Ted smiled as he swallowed his soda. "Of course," he replied, his heart fluttering. "It's a date."
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Neither boy saw the two black haired faces peeking in at the side window watching their interaction. They smiled and stood back up, retreating to the safety of the alley. The shorter light blue-eyed man leaned his head on the shoulder of his darker blue-eyed companion. The taller one kissed him on the top of his head. "Well, Jeremy," he said. "I think our work here is done."
Jeremy raised his head off his companion's shoulder and looked him in the eye. "You are right, Brian." He kissed him. "And don't say it…."
Brian looked at him with a smug look on his face. "Say what?"
Jeremy twinged, biting Brian playfully on the neck. "You told me so."
"Exactly! I told you so." Brian grabbed his mate's hand and kissed him again. "Tonight, it's your turn to play the pizza delivery boy." He looked at him his eyebrows waggling.
Jeremy kissed him, mouthing the word "slut" into his lips as they both touched the crystal around Jeremy's neck.
Without a sound, they vanished.
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