Ch. 7
Derek walked over to Scott and lifted him up by his arm with ease till he was standing. "What!?" Scott asked a little nervous. Maybe a picture worth a thousand reasons never to show his face in public, was not enough to calm Derek's anger after all. "Calm down." Derek said letting him go, "We just need to check something." Scott was confused, "Check something? Like what?". This time Peter stepped forward, almost eagerly "Do you remember what happened after you were attacked by that Alpha?". "Not really…. why?" the teen answered. Annoyance flashed across Peter's face, "Nothing?! Come on Scott, even someone like you who has the memory of a goldfish should be able to remember something!" Derek flashed a warning look over at Peter who backed off, but showed his obvious frustration by tossing up his hands. "Just try Scott." Derek ordered reassuringly.
Though he was a little unnerved at Peter's outburst, Scott's face settled into thoughtful contemplation as he tried to remember the previous week, "Umm, I remember smelling blood and following the scent till we stumbled on a body…" He glanced at Stiles who nodded his head and wrinkled his nose in recollection. "Then the Alpha jumped out and attacked us…. I think he got me pretty good-""I'll say!" Stiles interrupted, "He ran his hand right through you! Dude, do you actually not remember that!? You lost like, a fountain of blood!" Scott's face wrinkled in more confusion as he touched his stomach gingerly, as if the wound was still there. He looked up at the group suddenly worried, "Guys" He said in a soft voice, "I don't remember anything.".
Peter and Derek just silently exchanged looks which Stiles, of course, picked up on. "What? You guys have this expression that you know what's going on. Do you care to share with the class?! Cause I'm like, freaking out here!" Derek turned to Stiles, "That's the problem." He started to explain "What is?" Stiles asked, confused. "We have no idea" Peter finished, suddenly whipping his claws out. "To solve this little riddle, we're going to have to dig a little bit deeper." He slowly looked over to Scott with intense blue eyes. Scott felt himself mentally squirm under his gaze. He really hated that answer, and he was really going to hate what was coming next.
Derek was currently maneuvering a protesting Scott over to a chair, which was conveniently positioned in the middle of the room, with Peter standing behind it and his claws at the ready. To say he looked a little menacing would be an understatement. "Come on guys! There's got to be another way, right?" He pleaded as he tried to squirm out of Derek's grasp, who currently had a death grip on his shoulders. "No can do Scottie! You're just gonna have to take one for the team." Peter said as Derek plopped him down on the chair. Peter was clearly enjoying Scott's predicament. "It's not even that bad." Derek said softly, keeping a comforting grip on his shoulder…which was also there to keep Scott from running away. "Are you kidding me!" Scott snapped, "It hurts like hell! How about you try it!?". Peter just rolled his eyes, "Oh, for the love of god!" He said. He quickly thrust his razor-sharp claws into the back of Scott's neck before he could let out another protest, as it was beginning to grate on his nerves.
Scott's head snapped back, and his mouth opened in a silent gasp. His brown eyes started to transition to the Alpha red before they bled into a mixed color of red and purple. "What the hell?" Derek muttered moving in closer for a better look. "They're not supposed to do that right?" Stiles asked. Worry tinted with awe laced his voice. "No, they're not." Derek confirmed looking at Stiles before moving his line of sight over to his uncle. All of a sudden he felt very curious to what his uncle might find. His uncle who was currently oblivious to the outwardly affects as he was lost deep within Scott's subconscious.
Peter found himself in a pristine white room alongside the teen werewolf. He was watching Scott talk with a female voice, which was pleasant to the ear. He wasn't too surprised when he heard that the Alpha was a former hunter, as it explained a lot. No, what surprised him was when a beautiful elf like creature stepped out of nowhere after promising him a gift that came attached with a price. He was really surprised when she kneeled in front of him, grasped his hair, and pulled him into a deep kiss. Then, there was nothing. One thing echoed in Peter's mind loud and clear. "Also, you may want to be careful of who you bite or let bite you.". What was that supposed to mean? Whatever it was, it seemed important.
Peter retracted his claws from the back of Scott's neck, and the teen came into consciousness with a loud gasp, his eyes returning to their dark brown color. Peter stepped back from him and examined his claws, as if they could offer him an explanation for the bizarre scene he was just witness too. "What the hell!?" He muttered to himself, looking at back to Scott incredulously. Derek had a grip on Scott's shoulder, who was panting as if he had just ran a marathon, to keep him from falling out of his chair. He looked up towards his uncle expectantly, "Well? What did you see?" He asked, rubbing Scott's back, trying to get him to breathe normally. Peter closed his eyes, trying to think, "I don't even know." He said as he opened them again. Derek narrowed his eyes in confusion, "What does that mean? You got nothing? Well aren't you useless!". "I didn't say that!" His uncle defended, "I just can't explain it is all!". Derek rubbed the back of his head in frustration, "Great, so now what?" he asked. Peter gave a slight smile "Now we go find the one person who seems to know a little bit about everything". Realization crossed Derek's face "Deaton". Peter nodded his head in confirmation. "Great!" Stiles pipped in, "Let's go to the clinic!" He said chipperly as he headed for the door. "Wait!" Scott breathed out, completely winded from the memory extraction, or whatever the hell you would call it. "Can't we wait until I catch my breath!?". "Nope." Derek said simply as he grasped the back of Scott's shirt and yanked him up, dragging him out the door. He was starting to get really sick of all the manhandling, and if he had the slightest bit of energy, he would've told them so.