Would it really kill you if we kissed?
Summary: We are what we are. We do what we do. And we want what we want. ScottxOC WerewolfxSuccubus, slow burn, strangers to friends and friends to lovers, start season one
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf just the story and my OC so no stealing
A.N: shastahale62, BeccaTurner1892, Bleeding Blue Kunoichi thanks for adding to the favorites and SweetTangy, 3Silvia, onceuponadiary for following.
'Stiles! Has anyone seen Stiles? Stiles! Has anyone seen Stiles?' shouted Scott through the field and then later through the hallway. He couldn't find him. He had to find him.
'Look, calm down, we'll split, okay?' asked Nina right before she ran away.
He ended up in the school's hallway, 'Has anyone seen Stiles?!' he screamed but everyone was too loud and cheerful about the game. No one listened to him.
He cursed under his breath just as someone hit him from behind as he turned around he realized it was Allison. Awkward.
'Uh, you were - pretty awesome out there,' she said after a moment of silence. Gosh, this was hard. Break ups in general were hard but this awkwardness was just torture. Although, after her talk with Nina… She still wasn't settled about things. Everything that happened. Nina's confection…she wondered about everything. Her words more specifically. Secrets….
'Thanks. You too,' he said which caused her to raise her eyebrows. She almost forgot how adorable he was with all the drama going on.
He closed his eyes.
I'm such an idiot.
'I mean - that's not what I meant.'
'No, no, I - did some pretty awesome cheering. You can thank me.'
'You did?' he asked surprised by this. They didn't exactly part in a good way. He didn't think casually friendly talks were possible.
'Totally. I went from, 'go, team, go', to 'defense, defense,' without a - a breath. I brought my A game,' she said playfully. Scott watched her. It was nice to talk with her again… like this. He missed her. He wanted to be friends with Nina but Allison…he missed her.
He was about to say more when one of his co-player's ran in between them and started shouting, 'State, state, state, state!'
Scott frowned at him with his animallike frown freaking the guy out.
He looked over to Allison who left with her father.
'Oh, isn't that just heartbreaking?' asked Jackson who appeared in front of him all smug as always.
'Gosh, I bet it causes a lot of sleepless nights. You know what, though, McCall? I actually sympathize, which is why I'm gonna make this mutually beneficial. You give me what I want - and, uh, I'll help you get her back.'
'What?' asked Scott confused but with a frown.
'Well, three days makes it just in time for the winter formal. Uh, think about you taking her instead of me. And also think about all the things you' have to do to get her out of some tight little dress by the end of the night. See how this could work out for everybody?' he put his hand on his shoulder, 'Three days, McCall,' he squeezed it, 'Have fun.'
Scott almost growled at him as he left.
He needed to deal with this. He ran toward the boy's lockers and started changing, 'By the way, McCall - Apology accepted,' said Danny suddenly.
Scott blinked at him, 'I didn't apologize.'
'Every time you got the ball tonight, you passed it to me.'
'Every time I passed the ball to you, you scored.'
Danny nodded at that and took his bag, 'Apology accepted.'
He quickly ran to the showers. It was a moment most of the players already out. Someone turned off the lights. He held his breath and went out.
'Hello?' He couldn't see anyone so he used his other senses. Someone was here. Someone else. He turned around and saw Derek getting out from behind the corner.
'Thank God! Where the hell have you been? Do you have any idea what's been going on?' he demanded. He watched the older werewolf remain silent which was when he sensed another presence. He slowly turned around only to find a man standing in the locker's room with a lacrosse stick in his hands examining it with a bit of disgust.
'I really don't get Lacrosse,' he said before he looked back at Scott. Scott's wolf was all over the place he didn't know why though. The boy watched him for a moment before he realized something.
'It was you-,' he said in a sudden realization. He knew him. He knew him perfectly. He was his alpha. He was Derek's uncle and his alpha. Peter Hale.
Peter ignored his comment and put the stick away, 'When I was in high school, we played basketball. There's a real sport. Still, I read somewhere that Lacrosse comes from native Americans tribes and that they played it to resolve conflict. I have that right? Hm. I have l little conflict of my own to resolve, Scott. But I need your help to do it.'
He looked at the boy with a predatory smile on his face. Scott couldn't help but shiver. His wolf however was submitting just by hearing the authority in his voice.
'I'm not helping you kill people,' he said through teeth feeling his own voice and body and wolf betraying him.
'Well, I don't want to kill all of them. Just the responsible ones. And that doesn't have to include-'
Scott felt his breath capture in his throat. He couldn't breathe. He turned around to look at Derek at who Peter was looking through him.
'Allison, Nina, Stiles…Harley.'
Scott's eyes widened.
'None of them had anything to do with it,' added Peter moving closer toward him.
He looked at Derek shaking his head. He couldn't believe him. Just when he was starting to trust him. He helped him. He saved him from Nina when she was feeding on him and before that from the hunters. He taught him he…He thought….
'You're on his side? Are you forgetting the part where he killed your sister?' He felt almost betrayed.
'It was a mistake.'
'What?' he barked. He couldn't be serious right now.
'It happens.'
Peter stopped right next to him. He hated the feeling of him being so close, 'Scott - I think you're getting the wrong impression of us. We really just want to help you reach your full potential.' He let out his claws checking them out. Which wasn't creepy at all.
Scott took a step back and spat at him, 'By killing my friends.' He didn't want to be near him. His wolf might want to obey but even he was nervous with his presence.
Peter moved closer again and with almost an innocent expression said, 'Sometimes the people closest to you - can be the ones holding you back the most.'
'If they're holding me back from becoming a psychotic nut job like you, I'm okay with that.'
He smiled at him and Scott felt like throwing up. Even his wolf seemed anxious. Before he knew what was happening Peter grabbed him and smashed his head against the wall. Scott groaned. He tried to get away but he couldn't, 'Maybe - you could try and see things - from my perspective.'
He dug his claws into the back of his neck and before he blacked out he saw it. All of it…
'Scott! Scott, come on! Scott!' he heard.
Who was that? He knew that voice… that voice and the feeling. He knew the feeling too. Once… he felt it once before…
He opened his eyes only to find a girl kneeling next to him her hands on his face. He blinked and realized it was Nina and what she was doing.
'Okay, I'm okay,' he said sitting up and putting his hands on hers he looked at her, 'You fed me?'
She chuckled before she smiled, 'If you want to call it that way,' her smile felt a bit, 'You freaked me out though.'
He nodded, 'Yeah, Peter is the alpha….'
'Peter?'
'Hale.'
A sudden realization hit her. Peter Hale…Peter Hale. She read to him once. She read to him once and he…wait…she couldn't remember. She remember going into the room but…
'He took my memories of him so I wouldn't know he was the alpha.'
Scott nodded, 'He showed me…He showed me everything. The killings… Nina,' he shook his head and closed his eyes.
It was horrible. Laura Hale, the bus driver, the video store guy, those two in the woods. His wolf was shivering as well. It was so terrifying. He felt Nina put her arms around him and pulled him into a hug. He instantly hugged her back taking in her warm and comfort.
Oh gosh, and the fire? He felt like he himself was burning. It was the worst pain ever. It was literal hell.
It felt good to be held. It felt good to know that the world wasn't ending.
He sighed and she let him go. They looked at each other, 'We need to find Stiles.'
Scott woke up stirring from his sleep and looked around. He had a nightmare. He saw Peter Hale walking toward him with a predatory look on his face. He was sure he was going to make him turn and kill all his friends.
He looked around his room. He was on the floor with Stiles (whose mouth was wide open like always) in sleeping bags that they had since they were young. Nina was sleeping in his chair and Harley was on his bed.
It wasn't ideal and his mom raised her brows when she saw them all settle don't in the room but didn't comment it. He looked at his phone it was near 3 A.M. He lied back down. He told Harley the true. Well, a part of it.
'We met him when we were looking for my inhaler. He was weird and so we went to look around his house. We found his sister buried next to his house,' he explained while Nina and Stiles quietly watched him. He made a decision. He hoped he wouldn't regret it.
'So what he killed his sister and the others?'
'N-no, that was his uncle.'
'His uncle?'
'Yeah, he survived the fire and wants revenge-'
'So Derek isn't the killer?' she asked confused.
'No, but he's now with his uncle so he might just as well be.'
Harley needed to sit down on this, 'Okay, why was he with you guys?'
'He was trying to clear his name since it was us who well… threw him under the bus.'
She shook her head, 'Okay, what about your dad. Does he know about this uncle?'
They all looked at Stiles who wanted to kill both of them for throwing this on him. He wanted to keep Harley save. Preferably by telling her the truth, 'Yeah-it's a part of the secret investigation… Harley,' he took a step forward, 'I could tell him about you… he could give you protection-'
She shook her head. 'I don't want my mom to know.'
'Well, that's hypocritical,' cut in Nina, 'You literally just cried about how you don't want secrets so-'
They all gave her a look.
'What? It was begging to be said.'
'Okay, now, that we got this,' started Stiles, 'what will we do? You need to be protected. Hell, we all need to be.'
They looked at each other.
What were they supposed to do now?
He looked over to Harley remembering how she looked like when she told him she didn't want to die and what happened that night when she was a kid. It was the first time that he ever felt such a wave of sadness coming from her. Isn't it just terrifying how good people are at hiding? Hiding their true selves? What they did? Their sadness?
Is it all it takes? A fake smile and everything is good? Are people so good in lying? Or is it just that the others don't care enough to see through it?
He lied back down and turned to Stiles. Another thing. How long would it last? Could he constantly protect her? Derek didn't tell Peter about her or more like Peter didn't know about her.
And Allison? He needed to protect her too. He sighed. There was a hard day in front of him.
Allison woke up. She had another one of her intense Scott involved dreams. She had a few of those lately. Usually she felt bad about them and angry consider everything that happened but not tonight. Sure, she felt a bit annoyed but she also felt…good. Nina lied a lot but she kind of believed her. She believed her more than she did Lydia. She shouldn't have believed her.
She put her hand on her chest only to realize she didn't have her necklace. She turned on the lamp still touching the spot. It wasn't there. She got out of the bed and went searching. She would hate herself if she lost it. She dug through her sheets and then went toward her desk.
Sighing she remembered checking it out in the car mirror. She tiptoed to the garage. Yet, she couldn't find it anywhere in the car. Frustrated she closed the car door.
Suddenly the door opened and she not knowing why she ducked behind the car.
'It hasn't been an issue since we lived here,' said her dad as he and Kate walked in.
'All I'm saying is that firing those things so close by is bound to draw some attention.'
'These things have saved my life more than once, and I know how to be inconspicuous when I need to.'
'This coming from a man whose preferred weapon is a crossbow. You know these extra skills are something you could be teaching your daughter.'
Allison frowned at that. The secrets. They were eating her up. Should she reveal herself? Demand an answer? Something?
'Not yet.'
'Ever?'
'Not – yet,' he said with a distant expression on his face and walked toward the door, 'You coming?'
Kate shot one last look at Allison who was behind the car and put the tip of an arrow on the table, 'Yeah. Coming.'
She walked casually toward the door and closed it behind her. She knew the tricks. She was good in them. Perhaps the best. Kate Argent was a though one who knew it all. She played the big boys game all her life. She was thought that way. She liked it that way.
'Oh, uh, I forgot something,' she said to Chris pointing at the garage door who just nodded and walked to the kitchen. She reached them and opened carefully not to make noise. She watched as Allison was turned back to her standing in front of the table.
She knew she took the bait.
Kate closed the door. If Chris wasn't ready to let Allison into the family business she will just have to do it on her own. And by the looks of it. It will be sooner than later.
She joined Chris in the kitchen.
'What's that look?'
'The cat caught the canary look.'
She shrugged but kept the smile on her face.
Nina woke up feeling her back killing her. She was seriously broken from the night before. Allison, Harley, Scott, Stiles all came in a rushed mess. She got up which woke up Scott.
'You, okay?'
She nodded and headed toward the bathroom. She threw some water at her face and brushed it a few times looking in the mirror.
Scott walked to her, 'You okay?'
She nodded again before she looked at him, 'I'm just thinking…Derek technically didn't tell Peter about Harley in the locker's room.'
He sighed, 'I know but still. He could have just told him when I wasn't around and it was a trick.'
'Well-'
'Scott!' shouted his mom and in a matter of seconds opened the door only to stop in shock from what she saw. She walked further into the room looking at Stiles then Harley and then Nina and Scott.
Closing her eyes she let out a tired sighed. Once she opened them she looked at Scott with a raised eyebrows and demanding answer look, 'Well?'
Scott looked at Nina who shrugged her shoulders, 'Sleepover?'
'Breakfast then school, got it?'
'Mom, it's Saturday.'
She sighed, 'Then breakfast and out. I need to catch a few hours of sleep.'
Both teens nodded.
Melissa nodded as well and walked toward the door where she stopped for a second turned back and smiled. She took the handle and slammed the door shut.
'Jesus!' shouted Stiles as he woke up instantly standing while Harley sat up.
They were both panting and looking around confused as Scott's mom shot them both a satisfied look and left.
Harley sighed and looked over at Scott, 'We got to think up a better plan.'
They all agreed on that.
All four of them took turns in the bathrooms and got ready for breakfast.
'Okay, so we know that Derek didn't tell Peter about Harley for now,' said Nina as she was making eggs and bacon.
Scott who was putting down plates sighed, 'We don't know that. We just know that they didn't mention it.'
Stiles who was putting on the forks and knifes passed Scott, 'Well, wouldn't they already made a move or something? Or say something?'
Harley blocked his way for a moment with a silly face causing him to chuckle.
Scott looked up at them and then shared a look with Nina. She looked just as curious about it as he was. Both sensed something about the two.
'Either way,' started Harley and took the juice from the fridge, 'I can't stay here forever. Mom will be back from night shift and her boyfriend is coming from his parents' visit so at least we won't be completely alone.'
Stiles looked at her, 'What? Who-' He turned to Scott for support but didn't wait for it and immediately turned back toward her, 'Leave-alone. No. Absolutely not. He could-'
She rolled her eyes and put the box down, 'You just said-'
'We need to stay together-'
'I can't start living with you guys. And further more I don't get how four of us can be any of use than one or with my mom and Bill?'
Stiles turned to look at Nina and Scott, 'Well?'
Nina turned off the gas, 'Well, in all the movies teenagers are the ones that solves these shits so…'
'Really?' mumbled Stiles annoyed and threw his hands up in a drama queen gesture, 'That's the best you got?'
She shrugged and started filling the plates. He turned to Scott who was looking at his hopelessness with a smile. Stiles frowned at him and pointed at Harley in a furious look telling him 'a little help, bro'. Scott sighed and took a step closer to Harley.
'Harley, we're just worried. We know the sheriff is already working on it but we also know that Peter Hale killed several people… if you really want to go-,'
Stiles made a protesting sound but Scott raised his hand to stop him from talking.
'-we won't hold you but we want you to be okay and careful.'
Harley nodded at him thankfully, 'I know and,' she looked at each other them before she sat down, 'I appreciate it you guys.'
Nina smiled at her before she put down the pan and ran toward her hugging her. Harley hugged her back. She really missed her and felt terrible about how stupid crap were people saying about her. She felt like she caused it and she actually did. She hated how mean she was toward her. How they all were. She wondered if Nina was really nice when she started talking to her all of the sudden after winter break and ironically she was the bitch. She was seriously glad she forgave her. She didn't know what she would have done if she didn't.
'Okay, you two might stop before this gets uncomfortable of us,' said Stiles.
Harley rolled her eyes and leaned a bit away but kept one arm around her, 'Than come here, idiot.'
He raised his brows at her as if 'he was above' them but Scott pushed him toward them and they all group-hugged.
Nina giggled a bit. Another first to cross from the list. It felt special holding all the people close to her close.
'Okay, soft moment over. I wanna eat.'
Lydia parked her car right next to Allison's. She wasn't sure why did the brunette want to meet her near the preserve in the first place. She wasn't sure what to expect about all of this. She called her and acted all normal like it was nothing wrong. She even asked if they could go shopping. Lydia was sure after what Jackson told her that Allison would never speak to her again not call her and ask her to come shopping. Then again she asked her to come to the preserve.
'Hi,' she greeted her instantly. Allison just smiled at her and started walking. She frowned but followed her in her new heels. That was what she called friendship. What if she was planning to kill her or something and hide the body?
She sighed. To be fair she would totally deserve it.
'Allison - When you said you needed to stop for an errand before we went shopping - a five - mile hike in the woods was not what I was expecting,' she said as she struggled behind her. Allison had her boots on of course so she could easily walk through the forest.
'Before I forget, I wanted to ask if you're okay with something. Jackson asked me to the winter formal,' she said suddenly which caused Lydia to momentary stop. The what now?
'Did he?' she asked trying to sound as if she uninterested. She might have been but why should she tell her or anyone that? Was she and Jackson seriously becoming a thing? Did it started the night at the school? He totally wanted her no matter what he told her. She was hot and he was… Jackson.
'Huh.,' nodded Allison as she continued to walk. She wanted to make sure they were far away from other people, 'Just as friends. But I just wanted to make sure you're okay with it first.'
'Sure. As long as it's just friends.'
'Well, yeah, I mean - It's not like I would take him to the coach's office during lacrosse practice to make out with him or anything.'
Lydia closed her eyes with a pained expression on her face. Okay, so here goes. Why am I such a bitch and kissed your boyfriend and then shit on your other friend? Good question.
She opened her eyes again, 'Uh, about that-'
Jackson was driving around. They won last night. Shocker. They were at their A game so it was no surprised. He pressed McCall so he was sure he would go for the deal. He couldn't help but feel on top of the world. He would get what he wanted and he would be the best. He got rid of Lydia and he was open for someone new. Allison could definitely be that someone new but if he needed to give her up to get the power he could do that… or he could just take her once he would became better than McCall.
He liked the thought of that being better than McCall. Being the best.
His car suddenly started making weird noises and in another moment it stopped completely. He frowned and looked at the gas. He had half the tank. It didn't make sense.
He got out of the car and opened the hood.
In a moment another car stopped right next to him and none other than Chris Argent AKA the werewolf hunter came out.
'Hey, car trouble?' he asked with a sweet smile. He didn't know why but Jackson felt incredibly worried.
They drove Harley home and made sure her mom was home. Scott and Nina checked the neighborhood but nothing seemed out of the place. Stiles still wasn't okay with it.
Scott sighed, 'How about you go home and spent some quality time with your dad?'
'Or you can pretend you and Harley are dating and spent more time in her house?' suggested Nina.
Scott looked at her, 'But then her mom wouldn't want her to spent so much alone time with him?'
Nina nodded, 'True.'
'Okay, you two knock it off. Me and Harls? Friend with a capital F.'
They looked at each other for a moment before they looked away.
Stiles started the car, 'We still need to figure out what to do. Will Derek and Peter like come for us now to kill us all for you?'
Scott brushed his forehead, 'I don't know. I seriously don't.'
Nina put a hand on his shoulder, 'Hey,' he looked up at her.
'Well, figure it one, okay?'
He was about to nod when he suddenly stopped pushing the window down.
'What-'
He ignored their weirdout looks and got his head out of the car breathing in a few times.
'Jackson's here and-Jesus-'
He sat back down, 'Chris Argent is with him.'
They shared a look before they started yelling at Stiles, 'Start the car.'
'Alright-alright!'
Jackson would have rather been anywhere else than where he was now if only he knew how to get rid of this guy. The guy no matter how nice he looked gave him the chills, 'It's okay. I'm just gonna call a tow truck.'
The older man shook his head dismissing, 'Oh, I know a few things about cars. Could be something simple.'
'I don't know. I mean, it's a pretty expensive car and they pull all this warranty crap if you do your own repairs, right?'
'Well - I won't tell if you won't. It's Jackson, right? Come here. I'll show you what to look for,' he said with a smile. Jackson seriously wanted to go. He really didn't. Yet, trying to act casual he walked toward his car and the open hood. As he leaned down and looked where he was pointing at he didn't see anything.
He suddenly felt someone his cold fingers on the back of his neck.
'Oh, sorry.'
'What?' He tried to get away but Mr. Argent held his neck in place looking at the claw marks.
Chris Argent was looking at the claw marks on Jackson's neck. He saw a few claw marks before and scars. He heard rumors about turning if the cut was deep but he never saw one. He wasn't sure if Jackson was the second Beta and he couldn't just go around accusing teens. Yet, the evidence was clear. The second Beta was smaller and Derek protected it the third Beta if it was a Beta at all was a girl. Jackson and Lydia had a close encounter with the alpha twice now. Could they possibly be werewolf working with him?
'Your neck. You hurt yourself?' he asked and moved his finger against his pulse to feel if he was lying.
'No,' he said a bit too quickly, 'I mean, it's just - just a scratch,' he said lowering his voice. He was nervous. It could have been nothing or he couldn't have been hiding something. He was sure he was hiding something.
'Well, it looks like more than a scratch. Kinda looks like claw marks. You all right?' he asked and watched as Jackson got out of his hold panicked.
'Yeah, look, I'm just gonna call for a tow truck, okay?'
'Is there any reason you're so reluctant to tell me what it was that did that?' he choose a direct approach. Jackson was more than nervous and panicked he didn't know what to do.
Just as he was considering that Chris Argent might kill him right there on the very spot a blue jeep pulled next to them with McCall, Stilinski and James. He was never happier to see the losers.
Stiles looked at the two and greeted them, 'What's up?'
'Is everything okay?' asked Scott.
'Need help?' asked Nina.
Mr. Argent looked at the three for a moment before he smiled again, 'Hey, Scott, Nina. Your friend, here, was having car trouble. We're just taking a look.'
'There's a shop right down the street. I'm sure they have a tow truck,' said Scott.
'Yeah. You want a ride? Hey, come on, Jackson. You're way too pretty to be out here all by yourself,' pressed Stiles giving him a look that was supposed to say something. Jackson shook his head not catching the point. Nina rolled her eyes and got out of the car. Both boys shot her a look.
'Do you know what seems to be the problem?' she asked Mr. Argent.
He smiled at the blonde and leaned down again, 'Well, I know a few things about cars so,' the car instantly started on its own and he looked back at her and then the others.
All teens gave him weirdout looks. He grinned, 'Well, you guys, be careful.'
They all nodded and watched as the man left. The boys able to breath only once he was out of the sight. Nina kind of liked the guy. Well, she would have liked him if he wasn't a hunter that killed supernaturals.
'What, are you following me, now?' asked Jackson with a upset look on his face.
Stiles wanted to punch him. He was pissed? He?! They just saved his sorry ass and he was pissed that ungrateful…
'Yes, you stupid freaking idiot. You almost gave away everything, right there,' complained Scott who got out of the car as well.
'What are you talking about?' asked Jackson.
'He thinks you're the second beta and that Lydia is possibly the third,' he said remembering what he heard Chris and Kate talked about.
'What?'
'Wait-Lydia?' asked Stiles getting out of the car, 'Doesn't that make her in danger too?'
Nina crossed her arms, 'Good, hope she suffers.'
Stiles shot her a look while Scott continued.
'He thinks you're me!'He turned to him, 'I can hear your heart beating from a mile away - literally! Now he thinks that there's something wrong, and now I have to keep an eye on you so he doesn't kill you too!'
Jackson went to stand in front of him. He was a little taller than him and despite knowing that Scott was now a strong werewolf. He wasn't intimidated by him. He knew him. He might have got power but he was really weak. Power needed to be used and Scott McCall obviously didn't have a clue about how to do that. 'This is your problem, not mine, okay ? I didn't say anything, which means you're the one that's gonna get me killed. Okay, this is your fault.'
Scott wanted to punch him. Of course, it was his problem. He was the reason he had now another person to worry about, a person he didn't even like in the first place. He didn't know how the hell was he supposed to do this. How was he supposed to keep Allison, Stiles, Harley, Jackson possibly Lydia and Nina save? 'When they come after you, I won't be able to protect you.' The realization was clear and so he had no choice but to admit. 'I can't protect anyone.'
He looked over to Nina and Stiles.
Stiles gave him a alarmed look, 'Why are you looking at me?'
'You know, now you have to do it. Get me what I want, and I will be fine protecting myself.'
'No, you won't! Just trust me. All it does is make things worse.'
'Oh, yeah, really? You can hear anything you want and run faster than humanly possible. Sounds like a real hardship, McCall,' he snapped at him. McCall was such an idiot it literally hurt him just to hear his complains.
'Yeah, I can run really fast now - Except half the time, I'm running away from people trying to kill me! And I can hear things like - like my girlfriend telling people that she doesn't trust me anymore right before breaking up with me. And yeah, I'm so strong that I hurt Nina and nearly killed each of you at least twice. I'm not lying to you! It - ruins your life.'
Nina and Stiles looked away. In a way he was right. Nina knew it better than anyone.
'It ruined your life. You had all the power in the world, and you didn't know what to do with it. You know what it's actually like? It's like you turned 16 and someone bought you a Porsche when they should have started you out with a nice little Honda. Me? I drive a Porsche.'
He said and got back into his car putting his sunglasses on. Nina rolled her eyes.
'Gosh, what a douche!'
She turned to Scott who was looking to the direction he left. She walked toward him and stopped in front of him, 'Look, I know we're not… that great or stronger or smarter or whatever than the alpha and Derek but think about it. You managed to fight back when he called for you. You fought Derek when you thought he hurt me. I outran Peter once.'
He looked up at her.
She turned to Stiles and took his hand to pull him closer toward them, 'And Stiles is possibly the smartest person I know… Over the last month we proved that we managed to deal with crap one way or another.'
She gave them both an encouraging smile, 'We'll deal with this too.'
The boys looked at each other. They could only hope she was right.
Maria James walked into Beacon Hills Memorial. She saw Clara at the front desk and glad for that she walked toward her.
The younger woman looked at her and smiled, 'Hey, Maria-'
'Take a break we need to talk-'
She blinked before she nodded and went to look for Karen or someone to take her post for a moment.
She grabbed a pack of cigarettes with her and went to the roof with Maria closely behind. Once she closed the door after them the elder woman snapped at her, 'Please, don't tell me you're actually one Peter Hale's side.'
Clara sighed, 'Nina told you-'
'Of bloody course, she told me. Peter Hale killed dozens of people and you-'
'He killed people who burnt down the house,' she said and brought out one of the pack.
Maria gave her a disbelieved look, 'Please, tell me you're joking. You-you're reasoning with him?'
Clara lightened her cigarets. She knew once Maria or Deaton find out they would gave her a piece of their minds. They just didn't understand it.
She shook her head and rolled her eyes.
Maria stopped talking and watched her for a moment. She suddenly understood, 'Dobrý Bože ty-you actually believe him and …. You want to be their emissary again.'
'I never stopped-'
'Of course you did. You stopped because you couldn't deal with it after Paige but now it's all dandy? Peter Hale is a killer-'
'You don't know them. Neither of them. I grew up with them. The Hales… they were my family when I was left with a dad who beat me. They saved me… they gave me a purpose-'
'What about the killings?' barked Maria, 'What about Scott or Nina or whoever gets into the way? Ha?'
Clara gave her a sharp look, 'Nothing is going to happen to them if they're on board.'
'On board? On board about what?'
'Scott about joining the pack,' Clara licked her lips, 'Nina and you about staying out of the way.'
Maria shook her head.
Clara sighed and gave her a stern look, 'Trust me, Maria, it's for the best. Take Nina and stay as far from it as you can.'
Maria watched her for a few moments before she spun around and walked out of the door slamming them close behind her.
Clara shook her head and walked away a bit to sit down when she suddenly noticed someone standing on the edge of the roof.
She didn't slow down and went to stand next to the person.
Peter Hale smiled at her, 'I'm sorry you had a fight with Maria… James are known to be difficult to talk.'
'You know her?'
'I knew Anna, her daughter. Quite a spitfire… I can see that she got it from Maria and Nina certainly has it as well.'
Clara started smoking and Peter frowned a bit, 'It's a terrible habit, Clara.'
'It's worth it.'
'Either way, I'm glad you see it my way,' he said sounding a bit more satisfied. It was a key factor in his plan. He needed Clara as well as Derek. They were all he had left after all. He wanted a strong pack. He would get Scott of course and they would be all set. The other boy, Jackson, was clearly interesting as well. He could possibly make a few more Betas once he dealt with everyone on his list. Younger than him of course. Younger had a better chance at surviving the transformation and would be easier to hold in line.
Soon. Very soon he would have his revenge and he would bring the Hale pack to its former glory just the way he always wanted.
Stiles stopped in front of the preserve, 'You sure, you'll go alone.'
'Let him go. He might have a shot if he goes alone to give it back,' cut in Nina winking at him. Scott smiled at her and nodded silently thanking her for her easing his nerves a little bit.
He got out and followed his nose to Allison and Lydia.
Nina went to sit to the front, 'Okay, if Scotty and Ally are getting back together. What are we doing?'
'Spending some quality friends time together,' said Stiles and started the car.
Lydia wasn't sure what to think when she was watching Allison pulled out a crossbow and arrow and aimed for a tree but she was sure as hell happy that Allison told her that she wasn't mad at her, 'What does that do?' she managed to ask as Allison got ready.
The other girl replied, 'We're about to find out.'
She shot the arrow at the tree and the moment it made impact it exploded. Lydia opened her mouth in shock.
What the actual fuck?
'What the hell was that?'
'I don't know,' mumbled Allison sounding okay.
Lydia shook her head, 'I don't-I… what was that?' she got in front of Allison to look at her, 'What?'
Allison suddenly looked to the side and frowned. She took her bow and gave it to Lydia, 'Hold this.'
Lydia looking completely panicked as she took the thing, 'What? Why?'
Allison tightened her hand on her taser, 'Because I thought I heard something.'
She walked toward the woods. It was still day but that didn't mean that the woods didn't look creepy. She wasn't afraid but she liked to be prepared and in control. Ever since the school night she never wanted to feel desperate and hopeless and pathetic like that ever again.
She stopped. It was weird that she didn't see any animal around.
Something snapped and she instantly turned around and used it only to realize that it was Scott who trembling ended up on the ground.
'Oh ! Oh, God, oh, God. I'm so, so, so, so sorry,' she ran toward his side checking him if he was okay. She couldn't believe she did it. She tasered her ex-boyfriend who she still had feeling for? Who kissed not one but two of her friends? There was no way this wasn't looking like a payback, right?
Scott who managed to calm down (being a werewolf helped with the pain) shook his head, 'Ohh - no, it's my fault. Totally my fault.'
'Are you okay?'
'Yeah. I'm fine.'
'I didn't know it was you. If I'd known it was you I'd-'
'Still would have pulled the trigger?'
'No! Of course not. Seriously, I - I'm so sorry. Are you sure you're okay?' she asked for the hundredth time. Sure, hurting Scott and Nina and Lydia was a thought she played with in her mind but she didn't really want to hurt them. Despite everything she… loved Scott, cared about Nina and liked Lydia?
'Yeah. I think so.'
She nodded looking at him for a moment, 'What were you doing here anyway ? Were you - following us?'
'No. Not at all. Your dad told me that you run this trail sometimes, and I was hoping to catch you alone,' he explained quickly sitting up.
'By following me?'
'Well – yeah,' he realized how it sounded and he seriously need to get better at fast thinking.
'What for?'
Scott pulled her necklace out of his pocket, 'I found this at school.' He looked at it for a second before he gave it to her.
'Thank God! I was beginning to think it was stolen,' she said as she took it looking at it. She got so excited. He loved seeing her smiling and happy like this. He liked how innocent she was. How innocent she looked always the optimist with wide smile and sparkling eyes. She was always sweet cheerful Allison.
'No. No, just lost. Definitely not - stolen by anyone.'
'Well, thank you for finding it. And for bringing it.'
'You don't - think I'm a total stalker now, do you?'
'Hmm - no. I just think you're weird. Like you always are,' she said with a fond smile before she suddenly without a warning reach for him and hugged him.
Stiles got home and walked into his kitchen. He brought out milk from his fridge and drank it. He was seriously thirty. He drove Nina home but wanted to meet with her and Scott later or go to Harley's. Nina made fun of him that he was acting like a psychoboyfriend.
Bitch.
He and Harls were friends again. He wasn't screwing that up with feelings or whatever.
He noticed his dad was sitting in front of the kitchen table, 'Whatcha doing?'
'Work,' replied the sheriff tired as he was going through the papers.
He walked toward him, 'Anything I can help with?'
'You know, if you poured me an ounce of whiskey, that would be awfully nice.'
Stiles immediately took the cue and grabbed a bottle. He was the worst son ever but he knew how to get his dad to talk about his cases. Get him drunk.
'Any leads?' he asked trying to sound casually.
He shot him a look, 'You know I can't discuss that with you. Not too much,' he said as he noticed how much Stiles was pouring him.
'Okay. There you go, dad.'
'Thanks.'
'Bottoms up.'
'You know, Derek Hale would be a whole hale of a lot - Hale of a lot?' he asked after a few hours of drinking.
Stiles licked his lips. He was drunk for sure, 'Hell of a lot?'
'Hell. Yes. He would be a hell of a lot easier to catch if we could get an actual picture of him.'
Stiles blinked confused, 'How do you not have a picture of him?'
'It's the weirdest thing. It's like every time we tried to get a mug shot, it's like two - Laser beams were pointing at the camera.'
Stiles thought about it. It had to be a werewolf thing.
'Oh, my God. Ohh ! God, that ounce hit me like a brick. And I have said way too much, and if you repeat any of that-'
Stiles gave him an offended look, 'Dad - it's me. I'm not gonna say anything. Come on.'
'See, the thing is they're all connected. I mean, the bus driver that got killed, he was an insurance investigator assigned to the Hale house fire.'
He pointed at one of the files and Stiles peeked at it, 'Terminated under suspicion of fraud.'
'Exactly.' The sheriff put down his glasses. He was way drunker than he intended to get.
'Who else?'
'The video store clerk who got his throat slashed - He's a convicted felon, history of arson.'
'What about the other two guys, the guys who got killed in the woods?'
'Priors all over their records including-'
'Arson. So maybe they all had something to do with the fire.'
The sheriff stopped talking for a moment, 'There is another thing. All of them including Mark Harlowe were buddies. Drinking, poker. They went out a lot. Harlowe died a year and something ago but-'
'You never believed it was an incent,' said Stiles sadly, 'Or that Harley's mom killed him.'
Scott eventually got home and walked to his bedroom. He was tired. Sleeping on the ground even if he was a werewolf wasn't fun.
He listened to his voicemail, 'Scott, I noticed you hadn't handed your paper, today. If you need an extension, the best I can do is another 48 hours.'
'Ohh, son of a-'
He shook his head and jumped on top of the bed.
Someone knocked on the door.
Scott groaned, 'Not now, mom.'
Another knock.
'I said not now.'
He sighed and walked toward the door. He opened them, 'I said-'
'Sorry,' said Allison who was behind them, 'Your mom let me in. Can we talk?'
Scott never felt more tense in his entire life. Okay, not true. But he was seriously tense. Allison was just spilling her worries about her family lying to her while he just sat there knowing full well that her family was indeed lying to her. How could this possibly get any worse? Then again, he was an idiot. It was the exact reason he lost Allison in the first place cause he was just like her folks a liar who kept things from her like she was a child. No, she was sweet Allison the most wonderful girl he knew. She deserved to know the true.
'Hey, Scott, I'm coming home late tonight - what?' asked his mom as she saw how the two teen were looking at her. She blinked and looked herself up and down, 'What - what's wrong? Is it - is it my hair, makeup?'
Scott shook his head quickly, 'No. No, nothing. You look beautiful.'
'You look amazing,' agreed Allison with a smile.
'Amazing,' repeated, 'Why do you look amazing?'
'Because, amazingly, I'm having dinner for once with a member of the male gender who's over the age of 16.'
'Who?' he asked as if it was an accusation. His mom was well… his mom. She raised him occasionally raising Stiles as well. She worked long hours in the hospital and apart from a few very unsuccessful dates that never ended up well. She never even bothered to introduced the jerks anymore. Not that dates happened that often anymore either.
'Uh, it's a medical rep that came into the hospital, today. Yeah, we just kinda started talking, and the next thing I know, I'm saying yes to dinner and - I'm really hating myself for skipping the gym last week.'
'What - medical rep?'
The doorbell rang.
'Crap,' cursed Melissa, 'And, uh, I'm not - I'm not ready. I'm not ready. I'm not done, I'm not ready, so if you could please just get the - get the door and talk with him, okay, just - Be nice,' she warned him. She knew why she was saying it. When she did bring her dates over to introduce them Scott didn't take make a good impression. Since A, he was worried about her and B, he and Stiles had this childhood dream that they would get together so they would be brothers.
He sighed and turned back to Allison, 'Just one minute, okay?'
Scott jumped down the stairs and opened the door. No one was there.
What the hell?
He closed the door only to hear his mom shouting to let him in.
He opened them again only to find Peter Hale behind them. He froze.
'Hello there,' he said calmly as always.
He tried to close the door but Peter stopped them, 'Really? Slam the door in my face? Come on, Scott. Take a second to think that through.'
'I'll tell her,' he hissed and looked up the stairs to make sure his mom was still upstairs.
'That I used to be a catatonic invalid with burns covering half my face? Good luck with that.'
Scott shook his head and took a step toward him, 'If you hurt her, if you even touch her-'
'Scott, if I may interrupt your listing of the top five most impotent - sounding threats for a moment, try and remember that I've been in a coma for six years. Don't you think I'd like to have dinner with a beautiful woman?'
Bullshit.
Scott knew he was an asshole and a bad guy who wanted something. He wanted leverage over him.
'Just - just half a second. Sorry.'
'Or maybe - You think that I've come up with an idea. Like how it might be easier to convince you to be part of the pack - if your mother is too. You need to understand how much more powerful we are together - You and me and Derek. Did you know that some of the most successful military operations during the second world war were the German U - boat attacks? Do you know what they called them? Wolf packs. Did you know that? Or are you failing history as well?' he asked with smile on his face.
He frowned at him, 'I know the Germans lost the war.'
'I think you'll find that most historians would argue that as a failure of leadership. And trust me, we don't have that problem here.'
Melissa came down the stairs, 'I'm ready, I'm ready. Sorry again,' she said with a cute smile on her face. She looked really into it. She hadn't been on a date in a while.
'Mom-,' called her Scott panicked but once she turned around he didn't know what to say so he went with the obvious, 'Have a good time, mom.'
Jackson looked at Derek who put away his IPod and took step closer to him in the boys' lockers room.
'I'm not scared of you. Come on. I'm not afraid.'
'Yeah. You are,' he took step toward him, 'You know, I bet you haven't had a day in your whole life - where you haven't been afraid of something. But you won't have to be anymore. Not when you're one of us.
Scott couldn't keep it up. He was shot. He was hurt. Derek… Derek saved him. He could have saved himself but he saved him… Was he on his side? Was he and Clara plotting against Peter in some way? Was… He could think. Everything hurt. The pain. Jesus, he never felt this much pain. Everything burnt inside him.
He fell to the ground groaning. The dark woods around him were spinning. His mom. God, would Peter turn her if he died. He was doing to die. Nina, Stiles, Derek… no one would help him. Allison….
He left her to wait for him in his room. He couldn't breathe. He really couldn't… he…
He woke up. He was still groggy and falling asleep over and over again but he felt that he was being moved. Someone was carrying him.
'Derek?' he mumbled with his eyes closing again.
'It's alright, Scott. You're gonna be okay,' said a soft male voice. He knew that voice…
When he woke up again he was at the animal clinic and immediately tried to get up only to be stopped, 'I wouldn't get up just, yet.'
Deaton.
'You-'
'You're fine,' said the older man as he was fixing his wounds, 'And I've given you something that should - Speed up the healing process.'
Scott shook his head looking at the surrounding around him,'But you're a vet.'
Deaton nodded, 'That's very true - and 90% of the time, I'm mostly treating cats and dogs.'
'Mostly?'
Deaton stopped working and gave Scott a highly intense look which was proving him that his boss had much more in his past than Scott could have imagined.
'Mostly.'
Clara waited for a good moment until she texted Maria.
He bought it.
Stiles came through the window and jumped down on the bed.
'What the hell is wrong with your car?' asked Harley who walked to the window to look at it.
'I kind of bumped into Mrs. McCall.'
She raised her brows and took a pack of chips.
'Why?'
She sat down next to him and opened the pack.
Stiles sat up as well and grabbed a few, 'I didn't want her to go on a date with this guy.'
She nodded, 'Another parents' trap?'
He thought about it, 'Kind of.'
She shook her head and continued eating.
'Hey, uh, wanna go to the formal?' he asked suddenly.
Harley nearly choked on her food.
He immediately hit her back to help her. As soon as she stopped coughing she gave him a disbelieved look, 'Formal? As if next week's formal? Aren't the ticket solved out already or something?'
'Please, whenever we're the tickets solved out and don't change the subject, Harley.'
She looked away, 'Why would you even want to go to the formal?'
Why would you want to go with me?
'Cause we wanted to go… remember Scott got sick last year so we didn't and we spent the night in his house watching Hitchcock all night.'
She smiled at the memory. 'Yeah, it was way more fun than standing around all dressed up waiting for what-'
'Me and Scott would dance with you,' he argued instantly.
She snorted, 'Pass.'
'What? I'll have you know my dad forced us to practice during the summer.'
She chuckled at the thought, 'So what you guys are pros now?'
He stood up, 'Come on, I'll prove it.'
She shook her head, 'You might have turned into Swayze but I still hate dancing so no thanks.' She shot him a cute smile.
He crossed his arms with a determinate look on his face. She rolled her eyes and stood up, 'Just slow okay? I don't want to step on your feet and break a toe.'
He nodded and put one of her hands on his shoulder and took the other, 'Just follow my lead and you'll be good.'
He moved with her slowly smiling at how much shorter she was then him.
She didn't dare to look at him though. It was bad enough that he was holding her like this if she looked at him she would blush and her heart would speed up and it would be just weird. Damn him for putting her into this position. He moved his hand which was on her hips a little more to her back lighting stroking her there.
'See, it's not that hard,' he said still looking down at her.
She nodded a bit and squeezed his shoulder, 'Yeah… okay,' she stepped away from him and put her hands into her pockets, 'We can go to the formal.'
He nodded satisfied, 'See it will be fun.'
She nodded several times, 'Yeah, right. Shit, I don't even have a dress.'
'Just one of the perks of being a man.'
She walked toward her closet, 'Man? Where?'
'Maybe Nina and Scott would come,' he sat down on the bed again as Harley was going through her wardrobe.
'Maybe, you think that something will come up form it? I mean, it's clear they like each other but then again Scott liked Allison too and she likes him. Nina doesn't even let that option to be an option.'
He took the pack, 'Agree. Scott's so sure he only likes Nina as a friend… I don't know it's weird… but he loves Allison. He basically told me so…'
She pulled something out, 'How about this one?'
He looked up. She was holding a short white dress which looked familiar, 'Yeah, that one is great… it looks familiar.'
She looked at it for a moment before she nodded, 'Your dad gave it to me… remember when we were helping last summer clean up your garage.'
He realized. It was one of his mom's dresses.
'I'll buy something next week.'
'No, you should wear it… it's a nice dress. You'll look good in it. He wouldn't give it to you if he didn't want you to have it.'
She watched him just to be sure he meant it but he looked genuinely happy about it so she nodded.
'Okay. So we're going to the winter formal with a psychopath who wants to kill us on our tales…okay.'
Chapter 11 - Formality:
'It's a sign… it was one of the gift of the five…If you see a crow or a person who's hair is falling off it means death….funeral someone is going to die. One of my friends.'
'Come on out, I want to see my beautiful granddaughter in a fancy dress doing to a fancy ball.'
'And then you kissed.'
The one thanks to which she knew… knew from the start. She knew that she was in love with him.
She knew it was no use that he was a bad guy and that he would more than likely hurt Maria and then her but she hoped. God, she just hoped…
'This will hurt, sweetie.'