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/alerted on the last chapter. I'm glad people are still reading this. HOORAY, SEASON 2 OF TW STARTS TONIGHT! Did you realize it's a FULL MOON TOO? Clever Jeff.

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Chapter 9 – Revelations

(cont'. from ch.8: "Patrick. Look, you need to tell Ted what he is. You said you were going to do it when his father left. Then you said you would do it on his 16th birthday. Then when he turned 18, and you keep chickening out. You and Martha decided that since you're his Uncle and a guy, that it would be better if it came from you. Do you think you could look your child in the eyes and say, 'oh by the way, you're a faerie and when you turn 21 you will be able to fly and read people's minds, and more than likely move things with your own mind'? No, it's like coming out in reverse."

Patrick's eyes just got even wearier looking. "I know, Jean. You're right. As always." He hugged her and she hugged him back, stroking his dark hair.

"I'm always right Patrick. That's why you love me." She laughed and he squeezed her tighter laughing with her.)

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"Oh shit!" shouted Patrick, pushing back from Jean.

"What?" she yelled in response, startled at Patrick's outburst.

"That's today!" he said excitedly.

"What's today?" Jean asked, her brow furrowing.

"It's today! He turns 21 today!" Patrick threw up his hands, running towards the office.

"Oh shit!" Jean said.

"Tell me about it, now come on, we've got to hurry," Patrick huffed running past with his car keys.

"Jimmy, we have a, uh, thing, the place is all yours and Martin's until we get back," she yelled throwing her apron onto the counter, yelling over her shoulder at the cook and the man filling ketchup bottles.

She didn't wait for a reply, as they rushed out the back to Patrick's truck.

As they piled into the front seat, he looked at his best friend, fear in his eyes. "It's okay," she said softly. "We will find them. They can't have gotten far." He gave her a wry smile.

"I hope so," he said softly, and turned over the motor, ready to find his nephew. He turned the truck out onto the street, unaware they were going the wrong direction.

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Ted and Scott walked down the sidewalk holding hands already three blocks away. Neither boy cared who saw them nor what anyone might think. The fact that they so quickly had 'clicked' didn't register as bad in either boy's mind. Scott's wolf recognized Ted as his mate. Ted just knew he felt drawn to Scott and didn't bother to stop and question why. He had known Scott for years, but didn't ever have much interaction with him. They had barely spoken a paragraph to each other since that night at the dance, but Ted already felt like he could trust Scott implicitly. He had always had an intuition about people and their character, something he considered a gift, and one of his good qualities.

"Well, here we are," said Scott stopping and pointing to the motorbike.

"Are you serious?" asked Ted.

Scott's inner wolf whimpered. A look of distress came across Scott's face. "Yes. I'm sorry it's not a car." He looked down and scuffed his shoe against the pavement, embarrassed.

"Scott!" exclaimed Ted. "You've got it all wrong!" He turned to face Scott, pulling Scott's chin up. "I love it! I have never rode on one and I am excited to. I was never allowed to growing up. Mom said it was too dangerous."

A nervous smile started on Scott's face. "Really? Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure doofus," he said pushing against Scott's chest. "I think they are awesome. And you have a freaking Ducati!" Scott didn't hear a tick in his heartbeat. He actually heard Ted's heart speed up. "You have to teach me how to ride sometime!" Ted really was excited. He ran his fingers along the sleek metallic surface in awe at the craftsmanship and the artistry of the machine. He nodded his approval when he slid his hand along the supple leather of the hand-crafted seat with matching stitching. "Diavel bike, right?" Scott just smiled and nodded yes. "This seat isn't factory. It's a Corbin, right? And that's an Ohlins shock! Ooh, and a Termignoni exhaust. And the frame plugs and carbon fiber caps, nice…" He whistled his appreciation at Scott's modifications. "You did these yourself?"

Scott's face practically beamed at this. "Of course! Wow, you know your bikes. Sorry, I, was just nervous."

Ted stopped on the opposite side of the bike from him. He leaned over and kissed Scott softly on the mouth. "Nothing to be nervous about Scott. I love this bike." He pulled back from the kiss. "You had me at 'Yeah, Ted right?' you big nerd." Scott smiled again and kissed Ted harder.

They pulled apart when a jeep with three girls in it honked at them and whistled, cat calling after them, and drove past. Scott blushed and Ted waved at them. Ted looked back at Scott and their eyes met. They paused for a minute and laughed.

Scott zipped up his jacket and threw his leg over the bike. He started it and saw Ted's eyes flash. He chuckled inside. "Come on, let's go. Here, you can wear my helmet, until we get you one." His breath hitched when he said that. Damn, Scott, slow down Trigger, he said to himself.

Ted grinned and winked. "Sure, thanks." Ted put on the helmet as Scott rolled the bike backwards and faced it back the way he had rode in.

"Well, are you coming?" he teased looking at Ted.

"Not yet, but I will join you on the bike," said Ted slyly.

Scott's eyes flew open, as did his mouth at hearing Ted's dirty tease.

Ted just laughed at seeing Scott's face. "Dude, you are too easy," he said laughing and climbed on the bike behind Scott, it was a small seat not really meant for two.

Scott felt his dick shift in his pants as Ted settled in behind him, pressing his crotch into the wolf's rear. Down boy, he said to himself. "Okay, ready?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm ready," replied Ted. "Hit it! Let's see what this baby can do. Just be gentle, it's my first time… on a bike." Ted laughed at his own dirty joke.

"You're terrible," replied Scott, smirking. "Well hang on Mr. Funny Man!" His inner wolf practically purred as Ted wrapped his arms around Scott's waist and pulled in tight as they took off.

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Scott took off faster than usual, wanting to show off a bit for his unsuspecting mate. Each time they turned, Ted leaned with him in perfect unison. They were already in sync, and his wolf purred again.

Thank Fenris the Sheriff isn't around, he thought as he reached the city limits. "Ready?" he asked loudly so Ted could hear him over the rush of the wind past them.

"Go for it!" yelled Ted excitedly in response. He tightened his grip on Scott, and pressed his chest to Scott's back even closer. He couldn't believe how warm Scott was. He felt his own cock straining to escape its fabric prison, pressing against Scott. He was slightly embarrassed that Scott would feel it, but at the same time, he kinda hoped Scott would notice. He was, after all, totally turned on by Scott, and hoped the feeling was mutual. He smiled as he felt Scott push back into him as the inertia increased as Scott pulled back on the throttle.

He strained to see over Scott's shoulder at the LCD screen displaying the bike's speed. They were on the ten-mile straightaway before they hit the switchbacks that started in the thicker part of the forest. He saw the readout only said 120kph and yelled "Faster!" into Scott's ear.

Scott smiled and gave it more gas. "Faster!" Ted yelled, his heart pounding. 150kph. Scott could feel Ted's heart drumming against his back and even over the roar of the wind and the whine of the engine he could hear its rapid cadence. He pulled the throttle even further and felt Ted grip him tighter as the bike sped faster and faster.

The bike raced along the flat surface, the trees a solid blur even to a werewolf. His wolf was at full attention, his body flushed with adrenaline. His own heart was pounding fast. "Now!" he cried out, and felt Ted grab even tighter. He opened the throttle as far as it would go, threatening to break it he was pulling so hard. The modified exhaust did its job giving the motorcycle even more horsepower and the engine screamed in response. His heart was racing as he had never gone this fast, especially with a passenger. To say nothing of a hot passenger or his mate.

Suddenly he heard a howl from behind him. Not an actual wolf howl but a fair approximation of one. He turned to see Ted was practically glowing as he howled in sheer exhilaration. Scott joined in the howl, careful to not let himself shift or howl an actual howl.

The scream of the engine was deafening to his werewolf hearing when combined with the roar of the wind on his unhelmeted face, but he could feel more than hear Ted's heart racing. He could also feel a very unmistakably large hard on throbbing into his ass cheeks. His inner wolf danced in circles with this realization. Mate is a speed junkie, his wolf told him with a smirk in its voice. I know, Scott replied silently. And we love it. The wolf yelped in agreement.

They were nearing the end of the straightaway and Scott had to begin to slow down in order to make the first turn up the hill, the sharp S-curved switchbacks snaking across its surface to the top. He could have swore he heard Ted huff when they had to slow to make the first turn. He pressed back into Ted and smiled as Ted squeezed him in response.

Maybe we can take them faster than usual, he thought to himself. His wolf stood back up. Are you sure?, it questioned. No, replied Scott. I might need you on this one. Scott shifted but only slightly so his vision got even sharper, his reflexes even faster. He hoped Ted wouldn't notice his ears as he needed the wolf the make it up the sharp series of turns at a normally unsafe speed.

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"There they are!" shouted Jean, pointing ahead of them on the highway out of town. "I can't believe you went the wrong way," she said exasperation in her voice.

"Oh, like you are such a good navigator," replied Patrick his voice tight. "It was a 50/50 chance, how was I to know?" he continued.

"Whatever, bitch, just drive," she chastised, winking at him.

He turned toward her with mock surprise. "Bitch? Bitch? Honey, that's Queen Bitch, to you princess," he said flatly.

They both paused and laughed, some of their tension leaving.

"Oh fuck," they both said in unison as they watched the motorcycle pull away, losing it.

"Well, at least we know where they are going," Jean said.

"Yes, but I am not sure Derek will be happy to see us considering the circumstances," Patrick said the concern in his voice not going unnoticed by his passenger.

A look of fear passed between them as he floored the truck trying to catch the speeding pair.

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Scott pulled back on the throttle, gripping it tight in his hand, careful not to scratch it or let Ted see his claws. He felt Ted turn his head sideways and lean against Scott's back, pressing even tighter to Scott as he felt the speed increase. His wolf howled, and Scott pressed back. His wolf helped him expertly make all six hairpin turns up the hill at twice the speed he normally did, his heart threatening to burst from his chest it was such a rush.

When they reached the top of the hill Scott shifted back and reduced speed in order to make the turn off from the pavement into the woods. "Hold on," he said to Ted. "It gets bumpier here."

Ted felt totally at peace riding with Scott on the bike and simply nodded in response, Scott feeling his head slide against his shoulder blades. His own crotch was ready to tear his pants open after the adrenaline rush of the ride and with Ted clinging to him and pressing his own tight body against his own. I could get used to this, he thought. Me too, said his wolf. They both chuckled.

As they pulled up to the house, Ted lifted his head and looked around. The size of the Hale Estate was larger than he expected. He had heard the stories, as had every resident of Beacon Hills, but he didn't expect this. It was beautiful. Scott pulled around to the side, to the garage bay. Scott flicked a switch on his console and one of the six doors raised allowing passage.

They pulled to a stop, Scott putting both feet down to steady the bike. He turned it off and turned to look at Ted. Ted unwrapped himself from Scott, and dismounted the bike. He fumbled with the strap to get the helmet off, just pulling it off, practically taking his nose with it. Scott recoiled a little bit in surprise to see Ted so animated.

"Holy shit, dude!" Ted yelled. "That was freaking awesome. How fast did we go?" He was nearly vibrating with excitement, his heart racing and his face expectant.

Scott laughed. "Well, I've never gone that fast before! I got so excited I stopped looking at 220kph!"

"220kph! That's like almost 140 miles per freaking hour, and we were going faster I am sure! Love those mods!" Ted whooped and threw his head back and howled again. Scott once again joined him in the 'howl' at their excitement.

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A loud crash came from the back of the house, startling the two boys. Scott felt the shift coming, unable to control it. He shifted instantly turning to face the opening of the garage, shoving Ted behind him protectively.

Suddenly, the pair came face to face with four, fully shifted beta wolves, claws out, ready to fight the howling intruders. Scott quickly turned to look at Ted, whose eyes were wide in terror, forgetting that he too was shifted. Ted screamed and pulled back from him scrambling to get away from the monsters in front of him and fell backwards over a wheelbarrow.

He didn't hit the ground, thinking perhaps he landed on something soft. He looked up thinking he must have hit his head as the ceiling was falling in on him. He looked to his right to see the ceiling wasn't falling; he was floating. I must have died, and I'm floating to Heaven, he thought. He reached out with his hands and hit the ceiling with a small 'oopmfh'. This can't be a dream, he thought. He turned to look down and saw the five monster-like figures staring up at him, their mouths open.

The monster that had taken Scott's place, suddenly changed back into Scott. It looked up at him with confusion in its eyes, and it softly called his name. "Ted?" This wasn't a dream, Ted realized. He wasn't dead either. He started shaking his head. "No, no, no!" he screamed and blacked out. Before his eyes closed two more figures came into view. Uncle Patrick?, he thought, then everything went dark.

"Ted!" Scott screamed as he raced forward to catch the falling boy. He caught him with ease, his wolf strength making it possible. His mate still in his arms, he turned toward the six faces looking at him. "Derek?" he said softly unsure of what to do.

"Scott," said a voice. "Let me help you." It was Patrick. "Here, let's set him down in one of the chairs by the pool."

Scott hurried past his pack, their mouths still open staring at him, and gently placed Ted into one of the chaise lounges surrounding the water. His heart was in his throat until he heard the steady heartbeat beneath him. A warm hand was on his shoulder.

"He's okay, Scott. He just passed out from the shock of it. He'll be okay in a minute." Patrick brushed a lock of Patrick's dark hair from his eyes letting his hand rest softly on the boy's chest. He closed his eyes, and a soft glow of warm light came from under his hand where it touched Ted. "Yes, he's fine, Scott. He will be joining us shortly."

Scott's mouth was open this time. A voice from behind them caused them to both turn.

"What's going on?" it was Derek.

Patrick smiled and stood to face the alpha. "Derek, I'm sorry to just burst in on you like this. I wish I could explain, but I'm not sure where to begin."

Derek growled and flashed his red eyes at the older man. "How about you start by getting your ass over here and giving me a hug?"

Patrick laughed and walked toward Derek to be grabbed into Derek's arms in a big bear hug. "Patrick you old sonofabitch, how are you?" The pack sighed in relief together. At seeing this, Jean laughed.

"Derek, it's good to see you! You remember Jean?" He released Derek and motioned toward Jean.

"Jean, of course." Derek walked over and took her hands in his, and pulled her to him, kissing her cheek. "As lovely as always," he said with a wink.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, young man," she quipped. Stiles growled. "Oh honey, don't worry. I'm not after your man. He's far too young for me."

Patrick, Derek, and Jean all laughed at the inside joke. Stiles just raised an eyebrow at his mate. Scott and rest of the pack all had their heads cocked looking at them not understanding.

Patrick, noticing their confusion, laughed. He put his arm around Derek. "Boys, Derek and I are old friends. I have known his family since his Dad was a pup." He kissed Derek on the cheek and ruffled Derek's hair, laughing.

Danny spoke first. "Okay, that's fine, but what was that, and what are you?" Derek growled.

Patrick chuckled. "No Derek, it's okay." He smiled as he looked at Derek's pack. "I suppose you are asking what we are because of the way we smell, right?" The pack just nodded in response looking like four bobble-heads. He laughed again, and saw Derek roll his eyes. "Actually, young man," he started look at Danny. "We are fae, what you might call faeries, or sometime with a 'y'… f-a-i-r-y. Either way is fine, but we prefer fae."

"Holy crap," said Jackson. "That's cool. You smell like juicy fruit gum!" Derek smiled at Jackson's fast acceptance of meeting a new supernatural being. "Do you have wings and magic dust? Or wait, are you like the faeries in 'True Blood'?"

Jackson's mate Danny, facepalmed himself. Derek growled, and Jackson ducked his head, avoiding his alpha's gaze. Patrick and Jean laughed. "Oh, that one never gets old." He laughed again, and walked over to the young wolves. "No, young man, we don't have wings, but," he turned to look at Ted. "But we can fly, so I suppose that's where that myth came from." Patrick ignored the rest of Jackson's questions, unwilling to reveal too much to them.

"What?" exclaimed Scott. "Ted's a, a, a fae?" His voice sounded desperate. Derek heard him whimper softly.

Patrick walked over to Scott and put a hand on his shoulder. "Yes, Scott. He is. He just doesn't know yet." He looked down at the ground with guilt. Jean stepped toward him. He put his hand up to stop her. "No, Jean, it's okay." He turned back to Scott his eyes moist. "It's my fault he doesn't know. I was a chicken shit and didn't tell him like his mother asked me to. She thought that since I was gay and a guy, and that he was practically like a son to me more than a nephew, that I should be the one to tell him." He swallowed hard. "Well, when one of our kind reaches the age of ascension, 21 in Earth years, they get their abilities."

He was interrupted by Stiles. "So I take it that today is Ted's 21st birthday?" Derek growled again. Stiles just gave him a 'wtf' glare.

"Yes, that's right," answered Patrick. "I suppose when he saw you guys in, well, looking like that, the shock was too much, and the fright made him fly." He looked at Derek who shrugged a little.

"Sorry, about that, man. We thought something was wrong," Derek said apologetically.

"The fault is all mine, Derek. If I hadn't been such an idiot, Ted would have already known who and what he was and about the supernatural world and today might not have happened." Patrick just looked at Scott with a sad look.

Scott looked down at Ted, and stroked his face in affection. "He's my mate," he said softly.

"We know," said Patrick just as soft. "Jean and I smelled that when you came into the diner today. Of course we could tell you were a wolf, but when we saw you two kiss and smelled your, well, realization, we knew." He swallowed again with regret. "I guess I was just in such denial that I forgot today was his birthday." He looked at Scott. "I'm glad you are his mate, Scott," he spoke softly. "Ted is a wonderful young man. But can we not tell him about the mate thing yet, at least until we tell him about werewolves or faeries?" He gave a smirk as he spoke.

Scott smiled sheepishly. "Of course, Uncle Patrick," Scott replied.

Patrick's face flashed in surprise at being referred to as Uncle by the young wolf, but felt an instant affection for the young man, and pulled him into a hug.

They hugged for a long while, and then Patrick broke the embrace. He looked at Derek and spoke. "Now, Derek, as Ted will be out for a little longer, how about you introduce me to your pack."

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After the introductions and handshakes and hugs, the pack and their new friends moved Ted inside to the sofa in the media room. Scott stayed by his side, holding Ted's hand in his, trying to convey his feelings for the young man through his touch.

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