Derek's eyes slowly flutter open.
The light, although dim, hurts his eyes. The Alpha pack had taken wolfsbane spray and sprayed his eyes leaving the bloodshot and swollen – and it wasn't until now that he's regained vision. His eyes scan the room and when he doesn't see any of the Alphas he lets out a (painful) sigh of relief.
"Angel," calls a soft, yet somehow demanding female voice, "oh my sweet, sweet angel."
Derek knows that voice, he knows he does, and in an instant – when the body of the voice appears before him, tears sting his already stinging eyes.
"M..mom?"the restrained werewolf asks.
Talia Hale steps forward and cups her son's stubble covered chin, "Oh baby, you must hurt so badly."
"Please help me," Derek begs, "I need to get free."
Talia shakes her head and takes a step away from her son, "No darling, you need to just let go. Let go of all the pain and just let death take you."
"What?"
"Die, Derek," Talia repeats, "just let go and slip away into death."
"You're not my mother," Derek realizes, "my mother is dead."
"You need to die, angel," Talia smiles.
"You're not my mother!" Derek shouts.
Derek's eyes snap open and standing before him is Deucalion. The werewolf wears a sinister smile and holds a blazing fire poker in his hands. He raises an eyebrow at Derek and coolly asks, "Was your reunion with mummy not all you'd hoped it would be?" before he shoves the poker into Derek's stomach, causing the werewolf to howl in pain.
In that moment, Derek hopes death will come.
TEEN WOLF
Scott's motorcycle buzzes around a corner and zips into the vacant parking lot of the Animal Clinic. He pulls into his usual spot and pulls his helmet off to look at the gray-brick front building. He'd been here a million times before, but right now the place felt brand new.
The werewolf sighs and gets off the motorcycle. He places his helmet on the seat and makes his way toward the glass door of the business, his hand wraps around the thin, metal handle and when he pulls the door open a small chime jingles. Stepping into the waiting room of the clinic, Scott is met with two things - one, the cool breeze of the A/C in the building and two, the strange sense that something is wrong.
Scott's gaze narrows as he looks about the room, not sure what's different.
From the back of the building, Scott can hear the various animals rustling around in their kennels. A sense of security falls over him at the familiar sound.
Trying his hardest to push away the feeling, Scott calls out, "Deaton?" and is met with silence.
His whole body telling him to move, Scott walks behind the front counter and back toward the exam rooms. He passes room one, peeking in only to see an empty room with a metal exam table in the exact center.
It's when Scott gets to room two that he sees what's wrong.
Just from a slight peek inside, Scott can see the room has been torn apart. The pictures of the anatomy of a cat and a dog are knocked off the walls. The shelf that held various tools has been cleared, and most horrifyingly is that fact that a handprint of blood stains the small glass window of the room.
Scott pulls open the door and steps inside, seeing Deaton lying on the floor bloody, bruised, and unconscious. Shards of glass from various destroyed containers surrounds the man and in the blink of an eye the werewolf rushes to his ex-employer and picks him up, laying him on the exam table before he pulls out his cellphone to call 9-1-1. The dispatcher tells him that an ambulance is on its way. Scott hangs up and his hand grabs a hold of Deaton's, as he stands in the room – silence and fear filling the area – he whispers over and over, "Don't die, don't die."
It isn't until Scott can hear the sound of the ambulance driving down the street that he feels any sort of relief.
TEEN WOLF
The gurney carrying Deaton wheels through the hospital so smoothly, even Scott can't believe it. As Dr. Avery leads her trauma team and Deaton to Trauma Room 1, Melissa comes toward her son with a scared look on her face.
"Scott, what happened?" Melissa asks as she leads Scott to a set of chairs against the wall and out of the way.
"I don't know, I went to the clinic to see if I could get my job back and I walked inside and he was just lying on the floor all… broken and whatnot. I don't know who would've done this or why anyone would want to do this... I don't…"
Melissa grabs Scott's hand tightly, "Honey, do you think there's any chance it was the Alphas?"
Something in Scott's brain clicks then, it's like everything comes together. His mother's scrubs look pinker, the sounds of coughing patients and vomiting patients sound louder, the universal hospital smell is stronger.
It was the Alpha Pack that hurt Deaton.
It all added up.
In that moment, all of Scott's panic and worry evaporates – replaced by rage.
Melissa watches as her son's eyes go from brown to red in an instant and feels in her own hand the extension of his claws.
"Whoa there buddy," the mother chides, "let's not go all werewolf in the ER."
"They did this," Scott growls, his anger really beginning to boil.
Melissa nods, "Yeah, I know, but Scott, shifting in the middle of a crowded public place isn't going to do anyone any good. Relax."
Scott shuts his eyes and focuses on his breathing. His mind dances to images of his anchor – to his and Allison's first kiss. To the first time they had sex. To the last time they hugged. Allison's smile and her scent… it's all painfully fresh in Scott's mind, but that anchor helps pull him off the cusp of transformation.
"Good," Melissa smiles, "that's a good boy."
"I'm not Maximus, mom," Scott sighs.
"I know, but still… good boy."
Scott opens his eyes and looks at his mother, "I need to meet with my pack."
"Alright, if anything happens with Deaton I'll let you know."
TEEN WOLF
Erica watches as Scott paces back and forth in front of the fireplace. His motorcycle boots making an oddly comforting sound as the move across the floor. The girl's eyes fall over to Stiles and Lydia on the couch, Stiles' arm is around the girl whose face is pale and void of any expression.
Over on the loveseat are Nolan and Jackson, Nolan picking at a string on his black work pants and Jackson watching him completely enchanted. Erica wasn't sure what it was about Nolan that Jackson found so appealing, she just knew Nolan was lucky to have someone so enthralled by him. She envied that.
"Sorry," Camilla says as she and Isaac come into the living room, "we were, uh, indisposed."
"We were having sex," Isaac says territorially. He scowls at Scott, but Scott is too busy pacing to notice, "where's Derek?"
Erica shrugs, "I don't know. I haven't seen him since we left for Diablo Valley. He left a note on the fridge that said 'I'm going,' and I haven't heard from him since. Knowing Derek though, he's probably somewhere with a bottle of bourbon sulking."
Isaac sits down on the couch beside Stiles and Camilla falls into his lap without a moment's hesitation. The dark haired girl runs her fingers through Isaac's hair; apparently feeling need to show Scott that she was Isaac's as well.
Jackson leans up, his hand dancing on Nolan's back as he clears his throat and asks, "McCall, what's the deal? Are you going to tell us what we're all doing here or are we just supposed to guess based on your pacing?"
"Don't," Nolan whispers to Jackson, the werewolf doesn't remove his hand from Nolan's back though and it becomes clear to everyone that he meant don't be rude to Scott.
"Uh, Scott," Stiles chimes in, "what are we doing here?"
Hearing Stiles' voice, Scott stops moving and faces the group of teenagers, "It's Deaton. Last night the Alpha Pack stormed the clinic and attacked him. He was in pretty bad shape when I saw him last."
"Is he going to be alright?" Erica asks.
"I don't know… but this is ridiculous. They've gone after Danny and Camilla… they attacked Derek behind the diner. Who knows whose next. It could be my mom or Lydia's mom… it could be Nolan."
"Thanks for including me, Scott," Nolan says flatly.
"Sorry, but… it could be."
"So what are we supposed to do?" Erica asks, "As someone who knows firsthand how easy it is for them to kill, I don't think we can just dive headfirst into a fight with them. Our numbers are matched werewolf-wise with Derek gone… and only one of us is an Alpha."
"She's right," Jackson agrees, "it's a suicide mission."
"I could… I could talk to the hunters," Camilla suggests. "There are tons of them in town right now for my dad's wedding. I'm sure they'd be willing to take out Deucalion and his twin bitches. Of course, selling them on becoming allies with this pack may prove to be difficult."
"We aren't killers," Scott says, "stress that when you talk to them."
"If you think we need to I could talk to my dad," Stiles adds, "I mean, I don't want him in the line of fire of the Psycho Pack, but if he's potentially in danger anyway he might as well be in danger by helping protect the rest of the town."
"There might be something in one of my dad's books about how to disarm an Alpha of his or her abilities," Nolan mentions, "it's a long shot, it really is, but I could at least look."
"Excellent. That's all really great guys."
"I'll scream," Lydia mutters, "if anyone is going to die… I'll scream."
"So we all keep our ear open for your death cry," Isaac remarks, "that's easy enough."
Scott looks down, "We can't go gentle anymore. If Camilla can get the hunters on our side we go in guns a-blazin'. Just sitting around hoping these guys are just going to go away isn't working, I don't want anyone else getting hurt."
The group all share a nod, a silent agreement that the Alphas have to be stopped moving through them. It's Jackson and Nolan who get up and leave first, Nolan having a shift at the JavaPit. Camilla and Isaac leave next, saying goodbye to Erica, Stiles and Lydia, but pointedly not Scott.
When Stiles and Lydia leave though, they leave with a metaphorical dark cloud with them. As the couple walks down the front porch steps of the Hale's, Lydia's mind slips back into the dark place it had been resting since her return form Diablo Valley. Images dance in her mind of death and pain. She hears screams in her mind and they terrify her.
The strawberry blonde is so wrapped up in her mind that she doesn't even notice she's in Stiles' jeep until the boy starts the engine.
"Lydia," Stiles asks softly, "is everything alright?"
That's when the girl breaks down. Her walls crash down around her and she's crying. Hot tears pour from her eyes and sobs fall from her mouth. She wraps her arms around herself as she starts to shake and accepts Stiles' hug when he offers it. The two sit in the front seat of the jeep for a moment before Lydia is able to form any words.
"Allison," is all that leaves the girl's lips.
Stiles strokes her arm and asks, "You're missing her?"
"No," Lydia replies, "I can hear her. I can hear her in my head, I can hear her screaming. I can hear her begging for my help and crying out in pain. She needs me and I don't know how… I can't… there's no way I can help her."
"You hear her? How is that possible?"
"I don't know," Lydia sobs, "it must be a banshee thing. I don't know any of what I can do, all I know is that I can't get Allison's screaming out of my head."
"How long has this been going on?"
"Since Saturday night at that frat party," Lydia replies, "it wasn't so loud at first, but now it's… it's totally overwhelming."
Stiles is silent now, and allows Lydia to cry into his chest, his hand squeezing the long braid down her back at intervals. It's comforting to Lydia that Stiles is there with her in that moment; she's wanted all week to tell someone about Allison but couldn't find the courage.
After a minute or two Lydia's crying subsides and Stiles asks, "Are you going to be okay?"
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Allison's cries play over and over in her mind, but the girl plasters on a weak smile and replies, "I'm going to be fine."
TEEN WOLF
The sleek Porsche moves around the corner and turns to go down 1st Street. Nolan watches as people walking down the street zip past him and he focuses his gaze on Jackson who looks at him from the corner of his eye and asks, "What?"
Nolan swallows hard and smiles coyly, "This is weird."
"What is?" Jackson chuckles.
"Us. We're weird. I'm riding in a Porsche, that's weird. The fact that you're smoking hot and want to be with me is weird. The fact that you love me is weird, there's a lot of weird going on in my life at the moment."
"I told you, I'm not in lo-"
"You backpedaling over your words, that's also weird."
"You're a pain in the ass."
Nolan smirks, "And you love me anyway."
Jackson chuckles and takes another turn to get down to Bell Boulevard, where JavaPit sat snugly between Just Desserts Bakery and Empty Nest Gifts. As the car begins to slow and inevitably parks, Nolan feels a sinking in his stomach at having to part from Jackson.
"Are you going to need a ride home?" Jackson asks with a soft smile.
"I could just walk," Nolan replies, "I love a good late night walk. If I didn't take late night walks I wouldn't know that you're a werewolf."
"What time should I be here?"
Nolan smiles, "I get off at six."
Jackson leans forward and connects his lips with Nolan's, his hand coming up to caress the boy's soft cheek. When he pulls away, eyes still shut, he softly says, "I'll see you then."
Nolan opens his eyes and without further comment, opens the car door and steps onto the crowded street. Many older couples make eyes at him, probably from having caught a glimpse of him kissing another boy, but he doesn't care, he's content.
Plus, thanks to that kiss, he's late for work.
TEEN WOLF
Aiden takes the stun gun and tazes Derek three times while Ethan takes the cane and smacks it over Derek's already bleeding stomach.
The twins laugh as Derek screams out in pain.
"I think it's time for buzzsaw," Ethan beams.
Aiden laughs and leans in close to Derek to whisper, "If you think it's bad now… just wait until the full moon."
TEEN WOLF
"Can you at least let her finish?" Ron asks the room full of hunters.
A red haired man with a thick beard shouts, "What she's asking goes against everything we've ever been taught, Argent. So no, we won't let her finish."
"Do you all not understand that McCall's pack isn't feral?" Chris asks, "These Alphas are the people our fathers dealt with, they're dangerous and evil. By allying ourselves with McCall's pack we're just firming the alliance we have to humans."
"No," Graham snaps, "A werewolf is a werewolf. Feral or not, our code is 'We hunt those who hunt us.'"
"Scott's pack isn't hunting us, you close minded, tiny dicked moron," Camilla shouts, "Scott's pack is doing the exact opposite, they're trying to help us. And the code we Argents go by is 'We help those who cannot help themselves.'"
"There also isn't any proof that McCall's pack has hunted us," Frank, Graham's dad, says.
"That's not true," Graham laughs, "one of McCall's betas, Derek Hale, bit Victoria Argent two years ago. He's the reason we lost one of our hunters. If anything, I say we wipe out McCall's pack."
"Can someone please let this idiot out of my house," Camilla asks, "ya know Graham, you used to be just slightly unlikeable but know I feel like punching you in the face literally every time you open your mouth."
From a chair beside the TV, Leilani says, "I think we should help."
Graham rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.
"Let's vote," Ron suggests. "All in favor of helping McCall, raise your hand."
All three Argents raise their hand; two people sitting on the couch do as well, followed by three people against the wall and Leilani. A total of nine hunters in favor of helping Scott and the rest of his pack get rid of the Alphas.
"All opposed," Graham snaps back.
Graham and his father raise their hands, another person on the couch raises his hand, a short blonde woman beside the TV raises her hand, five men with large quantities of facial hair, and two girls who were very clearly together. A total of eleven hunters opposed to helping Scott.
"This is bullshit," Camilla groans, crossing her arms across her Guns n' Roses tank top, she locks eyes with Graham and glares at him.
"You do realize," Chris chimes in, "that McCall's Pack has done more to protect this town than it has to hurt it. That pack has taken out a Darach, a Kanima – that my own father was master of – a murderous Alpha, and Malum Radix. What makes them undeserving of our assistance?"
"If they can face Malum Radix and survive," the blonde woman says, "then they don't need our help dealin' with three Alpha werewolves."
"Not all of us survived Malum," Camilla corrects, her expression going stony.
Chris wraps his arm around his niece and squeezes her tightly.
"We aren't allying ourselves with werewolves," Frank says sternly, "end of discussion."
TEEN WOLF
Scott sits down in the grass and places the three red roses down in front of him. He takes his finger and traces the letters on the headstone in front of him. Shutting his eyes, he imagines Allison wrapping her arms around his neck and laughing, her nose crinkling her eyes.
He opens his eyes and looks at the slab of marble before him.
"I miss you," he says to the headstone.
When he doesn't receive a reply he feels a tightening in his chest.
"There's a lot going on right now. The Alphas are back and really messing things up, so that's a bummer… but uh, Camilla is happy. She misses you a lot, but she's happy. I… I sorta kissed her, but it was more because I missed you than because I wanted to. So, I'm sorry about that."
Again, no reply.
"God, I really wish you were here. This would all be so much easier if you were here, you'd have plans. You'd know what we should do… I'm just – I'm clueless. I'm floundering here, Allison. I'm completely lost without you and I want you to come back. Lydia wants you back too, she misses you a lot. Maybe more than I do, if that's possible."
A breeze picks up and sends some strands of grass flying in Scott's direction.
"Dammit," Scott mutters as tears begin to fall from his eyes, "dammit, I wish you were here. I need you Allison. I need you here and I don't understand why… why did you have to die? I don't understand why you died. It's not right."
ALLISON REBECCA ARGENT
BELOVED DAUGHTER AND FRIEND
MARCH 17th 1995 – NOVEMBER 19th 2013
"I miss you, Allison."
TEEN WOLF
Lydia takes a bite of her chocolate chip muffin and watches as Nolan pours an old man a cup of coffee. The man hands Nolan a twenty and tells him to keep the change, Nolan smiles at him and walks back over to where Lydia sits at the counter.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Nolan asks the girl, "You look like you've been awake for a year."
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"I'm just fine," Lydia replies tensely, "You know Stiles, he loves movie marathons and they tend to run late into the night. I don't have the heart to tell him no and I also can't fall asleep when a movie is playing, the movement of everything on the screen makes the light flash."
"How are you two?"
"We're good," Lydia says with a forced smile, "taking things slow, but we're good. He's such a fantastic guy, Nolan. I don't know how I managed to get someone as sweet as him to fall for me, but I'm glad I did."
"You underestimate your charm, Lydia."
With a forced laugh, Lydia asks, "How are you and Jackson?"
"Confusing. I don't know what we are; like we're both into each other… he said he loves me – like yeah, what? Like he told me he loved me but we aren't official and I've never been in a relationship before. I'd never even been kissed until Jackson kissed me… and I think I might love him back. Is that crazy?"
"Yes."
"O-oh… well, I wasn't planning on professing my love for him or anything…"
"It is crazy, but you're talking to a banshee right now and you're dating, but not dating a werewolf. Everything is crazy."
"So crazy is normal?"
"Crazy is normal."
Nolan's eyes widen suddenly and the boy's face starts to flush.
"What's going on?" the girl asks, confused at her friend's sudden red face.
"Jackson is here," Nolan replies, "he's here and I just got that weird panic sweat."
"You've seen him a hundred times, why are you panicking?"
"Because I love him and I want to tell him that but I can't!"
Lydia rolls her eyes, "Why can't you tell him?"
"Because, Lydia, we aren't really even together and I don't want to seem like I'm saying it because he just said it…. It's complicated, alright? Oh crap is he coming over here?"
The strawberry blond whips her head in the direction Nolan is looking a nods, "Yeah, I'm guessing he's here to see you too."
Nolan's eyes widen again and he begins to laugh nervously.
Jackson makes his way across the coffee shop and comes over to the counter in what seems like no time at all to Nolan. The werewolf smiles brightly at the boy and then focuses his gaze on Lydia and asks, "Are you sick or something? You look like crap."
Lydia shakes her head, "Wow, thanks. I'm fine, but since I look so awful I don't think I can pay for my muffin… you've got it though, don't you Jackson? Excellent. Nolan, I'll see you tomorrow for lunch."
As the girl walks away, Toxic by Britney Spears begins to play in the coffee shop. Nolan swallows a laugh as he beams at Jackson, "What's up?"
"It's six, I'm here to pick you up babe," the werewolf answers.
Nolan's smile quickly fades, "Oh damn, I forgot to text you. Rachel, the girl who's supposed to take over for me, has the stomach flu. I'm here until ten now, I'm sorry… you probably have something else to do than sit around and wait for me."
"Actually I don't, I was going to take you to YoFroYo after I picked you up and then I thought we could just hang. I'm more than content with just watching you work though."
"Seriously?"
"I may need a little something to keep me sated though…"
Nolan smirks and leans across the counter and gives the boy a soft kiss. When he pulls away he asks, "Sated enough?"
Jackson bites his lip, "I was actually talking about just getting a Hazelnut Cooler…"
"Oh… oh, wow yeah I can get you one of those," Nolan stammers, "I… jeepers. Wow, yeah no I'll just get your cooler."
"That kiss was much, much better though. Honestly."
TEEN WOLF
Melissa steps into the room with a chart in her hand a quickly records Deaton's stats. His blood pressure has risen significantly; the nurse walks over to the bed and examines the stitches on the man's forehead, going over to the counter to get some gauze to apply to them for the night.
After retrieving the supplies, Melissa heads back over to the man and begins to apply the gauze when Deaton's eyes shoot open.
Startled, Melissa takes a step back and puts her hand over her chest.
"Where am I?" Deaton asked fearfully.
"You're at the hospital," the woman says, as her own heart rate begins to slow, she moves back over to Deaton, "do you remember what happened to you?"
"The twins came and attacked me because I'd found out what they'd done and was going to tell Scott about it."
"What did they do?"
"Does no one know yet?" Deaton questions, confusion written clearly on his face.
"Know what?"
"The Alpha Pack… they have Derek."
TEEN WOLF
A/N: Hey everyone, Narly here, sorry for the delay we were on vacation last weekend and didn't have a chance to post. We'll be working our hardest to keep with the updates, but school is starting back up so we'll be having less time to write. Stay tuned though, we won't leave you. Love, Narly.