One of the many things Scott hated was hospitals. The sounds, the smells, and the drop dead atmosphere. He sat on a hard chair staring into space, hoping and praying that somehow Allison and the baby would be ok. Seated by him was Stiles, leaned forward in his seat with his hands over his head; across from them were Derek, Jackson, and Lydia.
Derek honestly couldn't give two shits about humans, but tonight he found himself scared shitless at the sight of Allison and the crash. Jackson shed his tough guy image and found himself fighting back tears at the thought of losing Allison. Tears freely flowed down Stiles' face as he focused on remaining calm and strong. And finally Lydia, the normally clean and dolled-up beauty was now a hot mess from all the crying; every bit of mascara was running down her cheeks with her warm tears and she had long forgotten about her aching feet in her heels. "She can't die. She just can't." muttered Lydia, wiping her cheeks with tissue.
"On my father's grave, if the cops don't get to Brody, then I'll be more than happy to save them the trouble." Muttered Jackson, balling up a paper cup out of frustration. "Oh you better believe I'm with you on that one." Joined in Derek who lifted himself out of his seat to vent his anger and frustration by pacing.
All the voices surrounding the teen wolf were currently being blocked out while he blankly stared at the floor, hands crossed in his lap. Sheriff Stilinski's words echoed in his ears, from the minute they left his lips up til now. "Scott, she's pregnant." Those words made him come to the inevitable realization that life would change from this point on, for him and Allison. He loved her, but part of him felt like he wasn't ready to take on this responsibility. Was Scott really ready to become a father?
He didn't snap out of his haze until the familiar scent of his mother, Melissa, filled his nose. The sound of her sneakers on the freshly waxed floor stopped the sidebar conversations between the others. "Oh honey…" she barely squeezed out, leaning forward to engulf her son in a hug. Following closely behind her were Allison's parents Chris and Linda, along with Kate, all of them with concerned looks on their faces. It was obvious Linda had been crying since her red eyes gave it away.
Stiles, Jackson, and Lydia all shot out of their seats, accepting hugs from all the adults as well. "I'm so glad you're all ok." Kate whispered as she soothingly rubbed Lydia's back. She pulled away, only to meet the 16-year-old's watery eyes. "Yeah, we're all fine, but Allison… we don't even know. It was over two hours ago." Lydia mumbled.
Just as the agitated group of people were speaking amongst one another, a doctor donning scrubs and a mask slowly approached them. "Mr. and Mrs. Argent?" he asked, pulling his clipboard up to his chest. The concerned parents gently pushed past the numerous bodies to get to the doctor. "Yes, that's us. They say our daughter was in a car crash." Said Chris, clutching his wife close to him.
"Yes, I'm afraid that's the situation. We were very concerned with internal injuries she sustained in the crash; fractured ribs, internal bleeding, and a possible spinal cord injury." He finished with a grim tone lingering in his voice. The word "spinal" stopped everyone's breath in their throat. "However, when we were almost complete with the surgery, these injuries didn't appear as bad as before when she first came. Also, the gash in her head seemed to have healed in a miraculous amount of time. It's a miracle!" he beamed stretching his arms out, clipboard still in hand.
Some consisting of Lydia, Stiles, and Kate were ecstatic to hear of Allison's miracle survival and recovery while others remained confused or stunned. Chris' dark gaze slowly went to Scott who looked back at him with teary eyes. The doctor was almost unable to respond since all the concerned people bombarded him with questions, asking when to see her, if she was alright, and how long she would stay. "Come now, everyone. At least we know she'll be fine. Now if you may doctor, can we see our daughter?" asked Linda.
The grey haired doctor nodded his head in happiness, but then shot his finger up for one more thing. "Oh and I forgot to mention how lucky the baby is as well. We were deeply concerned before examining Allison…"
Kate shook her head when the words escaped the man's mouth, her caramel curls bouncing with her in the process as she threw her hand up to stall the doctor. "WHOA! Um… excuse me doctor; did you just throw out baby? As in pregnant?"
Melissa cupped her hands over her mouth, tears welled up in her eyes as her head shot over to Scott, who looked away to escaped her eyes, the pain and hurt were deep within them. "Scott, do you know anything about this?" The response she got from him was a half nod and a blank look. "Scott?" she questioned him again. If looks could kill, Scott would be 6 feet under with the sleeping dead with the way Chris stared him down, shooting daggers. Even Lydia and Jackson appeared shocked.
Hoping to avoid an ugly confrontation, Melissa turned to her co-worker and motioned for him to lead Allison's parents away towards the elevator. The good man immediately led both adults away to their daughter's room; both Chris and Linda turned back repeatedly at Scott, the father of their upcoming grandchild. As they strode down the hallway, Chris was even madder now that he lost all opportunities to do bodily harm to Scott. As he passed by a tall grey trash bin, with all his might he kicked it hard enough to send it flying and the contents of it in the air as well. Doctors, nurses, and patients passing by quickly dodged it; hell, it nearly hit an elderly man in a wheelchair.
Kate gingerly took her jacket out of Lydia's grasp before jogging to catch up with her angry brother and his equally angry wife. "He's gonna kill you McCall, not tonight, not tomorrow, but one day surely if my brother ever sees you. I fear for my safety being by him, but that's my niece in there and I need to see her. I'll see you all soon." She sweetly nodded at Lydia before leaving them all in the dust, leaving the group packed in the hallway.
Scott could only look away in shame, unable to ignore the fact that he hurt the one person who never failed him before: his mother. She was currently rubbing her hands over her temple, still praying that somebody would slap her awake from this unbelievable nightmare. "Mom… I'm sorry." Was all Scott could really say, knowing it wouldn't get better or easier over night. He looked up to meet her dark chocolate eyes at precisely the same time.
Sighing deeply, Derek lightly circled his foot on the tile floor while Stiles twiddled with his jacket zipper. Lydia and Jackson looked over at the speechless duo. With her hazel eyes coated lightly with bronze eye shadow, her cherry pink lips, and her small petite frame Lydia Martin still looked like royalty despite the dried mascara which sat on her cheeks. "Excuse the four of us Mrs. McCall, my throat is dry. I'd like to get a soda." She motioned for the trio of boys to follow her which they did.
Scott slowly lifted his arm to comfort Melissa, who remained silent and motionless. "I never meant to hurt you or Allison's parents. Mom, you got to believe me." Muttered Scott reaching for his mother to get a hug. In response, she gently pushed away from her child, finding it hard to look at him the same. "I'm sorry Scott I just," she removed her hands from her temple and placed them on her side. "I need a minute. I love you, but it's a lot to handle right now."
Sluggishly shaking his head, Scott took three steps away from his mother and then turned around. "I understand. I can't say I don't blame you. Even I hate myself right now." He said. And with that, he quickly walked down the hall away from Melissa.
"SCOTT!" she screamed out, making those around her turn and stare.
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Leaning by the bedside of his daughter, Chris firmly sat in a hard chair while Linda gingerly stroked Allison's hair as she peacefully rested. She was hooked up to so many machines; it was a lot to count. Her breath mask was tightly held to her mouth while she slept. Although the injuries didn't prove to be fatal to her or her and Scott's unborn child and they miraculously healed up, the doctors revealed to the Argents that Allison was now in a coma.
Kate gently rubbed the protruding bump on Allison's abdomen, losing herself in her thoughts. "How are we going to deal with this? I mean, a baby! Allison and Scott are so young." Sighed Kate.
Linda lifted her hand slowly from her daughter's head and turned to her sister-in-law. "We didn't plan on dealing with this! It's a problem that has to be taken care of."
At first she stared at her in confusion, but after about three and a half seconds Kate's mouth dropped. "Taken care of? You mean getting rid of it?"
"Absolutely." Linda sternly squeezed out.
"You treat this like its bad. I mean yes, they had sex, they're having a baby at 16 and 17, but for fuck's sake don't let this child pay for their mistakes Linda!" screamed Kate, holding a protective hand over Allison's stomach.
Chris pulled his head out of his hands to give his two sense on the situation. "Don't you know what this will do to Allison? To her future? She's already had to repeat another year of high school; you think she'll get through her first year of college as a teenage mother?
"Well Chris, a good parent would help their children through situations like this and not take the easy way out…"
"You had a chance to be a parent when you were 19, but you made the same decision we want to make for her! You took the easy way out Kate!"
Those words hit Kate Argent harder than a train, hurting her like bullets. She dreaded bringing up that conversation about her freshman year in college, where she made the decision that changed her life. "Oh… you had to go there, didn't you?"
Chris stood from his seat and leveled himself to his sister's gaze. "Yes, I indeed went there."
Shaking her head, Kate turned over to Linda who crossed her arms giving her a dirty look. "Now I see why you married her. You're as evil and twisted as she is."
"It runs in the family sis."
And with that she cut the conversation short, walking over to the thick wooden door and pulling at the knob. Kate threw the door open before she stormed out of the hospital room.
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Popping open a can of Sprite, Jackson was very pleased to have the cool liquid run down his throat, washing away the lump and dryness. "Fuck, and I thought my life was tough. Just look at McCall; I can't believe he's having a kid!"
Lydia was seated on the floor next to Stiles with her leg draped over his. "Well, none the less, it can't be too hard. Babies are bundles of love." She said, drumming on the can with her nails.
Derek looked down at her from where he was standing. "You should be fixed for saying that Lydia." He said.
"Excuse me? Who are you to tell Mr. Tall, Dark, Hot, and Creepy?"
"Have you ever babysat any kids?"
"No." she answered.
"You ever changed a diaper?"
"Never!"
"Have you even held a baby?"
Her eyes trailed off to the side before she retorted back. "….No."
Derek shook his head in pity, chucking his empty can carelessly into the nearby trashcan. "And this is the girl you said would win a Grammy." He turned to Stiles.
Stiles now sat to where his knees were touching his chest. "Yeah and actually, it's a Field's Metal." He received a disgusted look from Derek as Jackson turned to him, sipping on his drink. "Kiss ass." Muttered Jackson.
Stiles threw up his hands in his own defense, while Lydia's phone went off, blasting Baby by Justin Bieber. She sweetly smiled at the three boys who shot her a look of shock. "What? It's actually catchy!" she sternly said before pressing the answer button. "Hello? Mom." She slowly walked awake from the trio as she conversed with her mother.
Stiles tapped his shoes on the floor repeatedly out of boredom, thinking to himself. "I can't believe my best friend is gonna be a dad. I always figured I'd beat him to the punch." Said Stiles. The last part made Jackson snicker. "Come on now Stlinski. You haven't even lost your virginity. How else did you plan on having kids?"
Clicking her phone off, Lydia slowly walked over to the boys, who looked up at her. "So um… that was my mom calling, and she said she's scared so shitless that I need to get home now. She also talked to your parents Jackson; they said they want you home too."
Sipping down the last of his soda, Jackson burped before chucking the can into the trash. "Already? You want me to take you home?"
The 16-year-old girl nodded slowly before stepping over to her ex-boyfriend. "Please. If you're not busy tomorrow, can you bring me back here?"
"Sure. Let's go." Said the teenage Beta taking her smaller hand into his larger one. Before leaving, she turned and engulfed a shocked Stiles into a hug. "Goodnight."
"Or more like good morning. It's 1:14." Said Stiles nervously.
Jackson fake gagged while Lydia giggled like a little school girl, turning back to him before walking off with Jackson. Just as they turned the corner, Scott passed them up, heading towards the vending machines where Derek and Stiles stood around. He felt the strong desire to escape, run away from everything around him that was now falling apart. He loathed himself for hurting his mother, Allison getting hurt, and feeling the need to abandon her when she needed him the most; he promised to be nothing like his father.
"Scott?" questioned Stiles, remaining glued on the black and white tile floor. As if the world were in mute, the young werewolf appeared to be blocking him out. "McCall?" said Derek louder, hoping to get his attention. The raven haired boy whipped his head once his name was called. "Where else can you go in a hospital, idiot?"
"I can't be here right now guys. I got to get the hell out of here." Mumbled Scott, swallowing the lump forming in his throat. "Not just the hospital. Out of Beacon Hills."
His plan received shocked expressions from both Stiles and Derek. They looked back at each other before looking back at Scott. "Have you lost your fucking noodles dude? You can't just up and leave like you pay rent or something. Why would you?" asked Stiles.
"It's just that… everything is so fucked up, I don't see it getting any better. My mom hates me and I'm all she has left. Even if Allison gets out of the hospital, she'll wake up to someone telling her she's pregnant and learn that her life is over when she never even knew from the start."
"Come on Scott," Stiles gripped both of his friend's shoulders with his hands. "You're not your dad, you're better than him. We know you'll be there for Allison; you'll be a great father too. And I'll be your Yoda through that too. I'll stick with you until the end."
Derek joined in, slowly stepping over to the boys. "Whose to say, little Scott Jr. might need a teacher someday like his old man." Both Scott and Stiles smiled. "And when she gets out, we'll give her all the support she needs cause that is my BFF."
Stiles scrunched his nose at Derek. "How are you sure she'll get out in one piece Derek?"
"Believe me, I know. Come with me, there's something I need to show you." Demanded the Alpha. Turning to face one another, Scott and Stiles simply shrugged at one another and did as they were told, following the older boy as they walked toward the elevator.
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Having waited around another hour and a half to assure the coast was clear, Scott, Derek, and Stiles slowly crept into the room which contained Allison. Her relatives had long left after their argument and were tucked away in their beds at the very moment. Rising to their feet, they were standing over Allison's unresponsive body; her chest lifted up and then fell back down as she steadily breathed with the help of the mask.
Now that he thought about it, Stiles realized that what people say about someone in the hospital is true: that they look smaller and weaker when they're hooked up to those machines. The figure of Allison reminded him of that grim summer when he remained in the hospital by his mother's side. It seemed the sicker she got, the weaker she looked. He shook those horrific images out of his head and focused on why they were here.
"So riddle me this wolf man. Allison was so banged up after that wreck, that there's no way in hell she could survive let alone heal. How can that be if she's not a werewolf?"
"You're right, she's not. But Scott is." Retorted the Alpha wolf, gently planting himself in the seat. The response he got from both boys was a look of confusion. "What does me being a werewolf have to do with her healing? What is it like a mental thing?" asked Scott.
Derek sighed, frustration heavily coated in his voice. "No dickwad. Since you're a Beta, the baby will inherit those genes from you, even if Allison is human. It'll gain all your abilities and weaknesses, even in the womb."
"So what you're saying is…" Stiles cluelessly motioned for the older boy to spell it out for him.
"Allison is human, she can't heal herself. So with the baby being a Beta, growing in the womb, its helping her heal only slower." Finished Derek crossing his arms as he happily smiled seeing the boys' reactions. "So she is going to be ok."
For the first time since after he saw the girl he loved on that stretcher, Scott found himself smiling because he was happy. So happy, he felt as if he could bounce off the walls. He gingerly put a loving hand on Allison's abdomen where their unborn child was. "Hello baby. You're not even here and daddy already loves you. You're my little hero."
Stiles joined in as well, rubbing his hand over Allison's baby bump. "Yeah, and with your mommy and daddy's looks, you'll be fighting boys girls, whoever off with a stick. Maybe you'll even take after your uncle Stiles." He jokingly said.
Derek couldn't control himself; he had to let out his howl of laughter. "In that case, that kid will be screwed!"
"Shut up Derek!" screamed Stiles.
