Peyton wakes up in an unfamiliar bed and it takes her a second for reality to catch up with her.
Pushing the blanket off herself she looks down at the for her slim body very loose sweatpants and t shirt she borrowed from Scott, a guy she in all reality barely knows a thing about other than a few key factors, for one he has a past of petty crimes, secondly he saved her life yesterday and lastly he's a vet.
"Be quiet. She's still sleeping." She hears Scott whisper outside the bedroom.
"Sorry. So what's the situation are you coming in today or not?" She hears a more mature voice ask.
"I don't think I can make it today. There's still stuff to do with the police report and Peyton is in serious danger. I don't want to just let something bad happen to her because she doesn't like me very much." Scott says.
"I know. I mean you literally tried to save the man who attempted to murder you how often was it? 3 times or four?" The other man asks.
"I don't remember myself to be honest. In retrospect I was on the verge of death most of that time wasn't I?" Scott asks laughing softly.
"Yeah. Lucky you had me in your corner otherwise you wouldn't have survived some of that stuff." The voice remarks.
Peyton then decides to reveal that she's awake, storing the information away for the future.
"Hi." Peyton greets Scott who's cooking and a bald black man about 15 to 20 years older than them.
"Hey. I hope you slept OK." Scott greets her, pulling a chair up at the kitchen isle next to the visitor.
"Surprisingly, I did thanks." Peyton replies.
"Good. Peyton meet my boss, Deaton." Scott introduces the two.
"Hello. Nice to meet you again." Deaton says, shaking her hand.
"Again?" She asks confused.
"We briefly bumped into each other at the haunted house." Deaton says with a slight grin.
"Oh yeah, I remember now." She says, recalling seeing him there as one of the few people without costumes.
"Peyton, do you want to join us for breakfast? It's only bacon and eggs with toast, but I can confidentially say I make them pretty well." Scott says.
"Sure, thanks." She says, sitting down on the offered chair.
"I'm sorry what happened to you by the way, Scott filled me in." Deaton tells Peyton.
"Thanks." She mumbles, focusing on the food placed in front of her and a bit intimidated by the two people she doesn't really know.
"How about you head out now Deaton. I'm sure Mrs. Marple can't wait to have her stitches removed." Scott says.
"How I loathe that dog." Deaton sighs, leaving with a wave goodbye.
"I didn't know he was coming over sorry, I would've told you otherwise." Scott apologizes, fixing himself a plate of food.
"Don't be ridiculous." She says, waving it off.
"So, anything you are planning to do about the kidnapping attempt yesterday?" Scott asks abruptly, turning to look at her.
"I haven't decided on what to do yet." She tells him.
"Do you mind if I tag along with you today?" Scott asks.
"You really are straight to the point aren't you?" She chuckles, getting a shrug in reply before he serves himself his food and starts digging in himself on the chair Deaton occupied previously.
"Yup." Scott answers in between bites.
"I guess you can give me some company today, yes." Peyton says.
"Good, because I'm worried about you getting attacked again." Scott tells her.
"I noticed." Peyton chuckles.
"So, where do we stop first?" Scott asks.
"My apartment. I can't really be seen in these, can I?" Peyton says, pulling on the loose clothing, revealing a lot of her skin for a second.
"Ahem. No, I suppose you're right." Scott agrees, looking away.
"Let me get a change of clothes first and then we can go." Scott tells her.
"Alright." She agrees, going over to the bathroom to fetch her shoes.
"All ready." Scott tells her, leaving his bedroom two minutes later, wearing a normal outfit consisting of jeans and t-shirt.
"Let's go." Peyton says, the two leaving the house and getting in her car. Peyton then drives them to her home and lets them in, only to be surprised by Liv doing some weird cheerleading exercises in the living room.
"I'm not alone." Peyton announces and Liv stops, turning to the door and spots Scott next to her best friend.
"Ohh, borrowed clothes and ruffled hair, I know what that means, skank." Liv says playfully.
"Uhm, you don't you really don't." Scott tells her while Peyton heads to her room once again annoyed, and this time also embarrassed by her roommate.
"So, what'd you do, you and Peyton?" Liv asks Scott, influenced by teenage brains.
"Nothing. We just talked a bit." Scott answers.
"Come on I need more details. Strip truth or dare? Strip.." Liv asks.
"Nothing of the sorts." Scott cuts her off and spots a familiar jacket on a stander.
"Uh, why do you have my jacket? I thought that got stolen at the fundraiser." Scott says picking up the jacket.
"Yeah, about that. It must've fallen into my bag during the work." Liv answers.
"I see." He says, putting on the jacket.
A couple minutes of awkward chit chat with Liv Peyton exist her room in a green calf long dress.
"Wow. Now I feel completely underdressed." Scott says, staring a bit.
"Well too bad, this is what I'm wearing." Peyton tells him teasingly.
"Alright, what next?" Scott asks.
"Now we head to my office and inform my boss about what happened." Peyton says.
"Alright." Scott says, getting in her passenger seat.
"So, how long will you keep this charade up with giving me company, to 'protect me?'" Peyton asks, putting protect me in air quotes.
"What are you talking about?" Scott asks.
"Come on, are you serious about actually being here to be nice? I mean I did throw myself at you yesterday you don't need to play a role." Peyton tells him.
"Are you always this mistrusting or just because it's me?" Scott asks, hurt by the comment.
"I don't know anymore to be honest." Peyton says feeling bad.
After a drive in silence, they arrive at Peyton's job.
"Ms. Charles a moment please." An older man says, waving her over and shows her into his office.
"What am I doing here?" Scott asks himself quietly, looking around the fancy decor and the list of lawyers on a board.
"Ms. Charles I heard what happened yesterday. I hope you're alright." The older man says, sitting down behind his desk while she takes a seat across from him.
"Yes. Luckily nothing happened." Peyton replies.
"Yes well, we don't want to tempt luck again, so the firm has hired a bodyguard for you while you're working on the Johnson case." The man tells her.
"That's very generous but are you sure that's necessary?" Peyton asks.
"We don't want to take any chances." The man tells her.
"Follow me, I'll introduce you to him." He says and leads her out of the office, down the hallway, where Peyton sees Scott sitting lost in thought.
"Hey, I'm gonna have to bail on you. My boss insists I get a professional bodyguard." Peyton tells him before rejoining her boss.
Scott just sitting there for a minute before leaving, as he's walking outside, he can see her laughing next to a man whose tall and broad stature reminds him of Derek.
"What am I doing?" Scott asks himself, shaking his head and goes to work.
Deaton is glad for his assistance but knows better than to ask what happened.
For the next 4 days Scott just goes through the motions of the day, Deaton giving him time while Scott thinks about what he wants and if he wants to be just as he was in Beacon hills. Always ready to risk life and limb for a stranger.
"Hey Deaton, I have 2 questions. First did you look those photos over?" Scott asks.
"Yeah, no animal did this though. They were clearly human marks." Deaton says.
"The other one is... are there Zombies?" Scott asks.
"I don't know a supernatural creature exactly like a Zombie from a movie, but some have some resemblance as you know. I mean the hunt for example, they are all undead." Deaton says.
"Yeah true." Scott agrees.
"Why do you ask?" Deaton asks curiously.
"The girl in the morgue. Liv, I heard her and her coworker talking. They think she's a Zombie and to be honest, I can imagine that to be true. She has a pulse of less than 30 beats per minute and there is a weird smell coming off her." Scott says.
"Zombies huh? Are you sure you want to get involved in that case?" Deaton asks worried.
"I don't know. I just wanted to see what you know." Scott replies before leaving the clinic and he drives over to the morgue.
"Hello?" Scott asks, stepping into the morgue.
"Hey." Liv greets him surprised by his sudden appearance.
"I came here for 2 reasons. First, my boss said there's no animal involvement and the other is... are you sure you're a Zombie?" Scott asks, making Liv drop the noodles with brains she was hiding behind her back.
"Guess you are." Scott says, seeing the meal and raises an eyebrow.
"Let me help clean it up." Scott offers and starts wiping up the spilled broth with a towel, Liv panics and tries to hide the brains, accidentally scratching Scott with her nail while fumbling.
"Oh, no,no,no, damn it!" Liv curses, staring at Scott worriedly, who continues cleaning up, saying "come on, it's just some noodles." Scott says, holding out the bowl with noodles and brains a well as the towel while his scratch visibly heals.
Liv stares at him nervously, taking a piece of brain and holding it in front of him.
"Do you have to do that? Is that some kind of test or ritual? Cause that smells disgusting." Scott asks with a frown.
"How the freaking hell!" Liv yells, putting the dish in the garbage and calls Ravi's phone.
"Come down here, now!" Liv all but yells through her phone.
"Uhm, why don't you join me in here?" Liv asks, waving him into the office where they sit in silence for 2 minutes before Ravi storms in out of breath.
"What the hell? You sounded like I stole your hot sauce." Ravi asks perplexed, walking into the office before spotting Scott.
"Hello Scott. Uhm what're you doing here?" Ravi asks.
"He knows." Liv says.
"What?! He knows, you know what?" Ravi asks.
"Yes. And I scratched him accidentally." Liv says.
"Dear god, have you offered him brains?" Ravi asks, getting a container with brains from the fridge.
"He doesn't want any." Liv says.
"Why would I want brains? You're the Zombie here." Scott asks confused.
"Did she scratch you or not?" Ravi asks.
"Yes, she did, so?" Scott asks.
"A scratch will turn you. You're infected." Liv says.
"I don't feel any different." Scott says.
"Would you terribly mind if I take some blood?" Ravi asks, fishing a syringe out of his drawer.
"Go ahead." Scott says, the doctor already wrapping a rubber band around his arm.
"Why are you so calm about all of this?" Liv asks shocked.
"I can't tell you that. Not yet." Scott replies.
"He's human. But how?" Ravi asks, not seeing any change in his bloodwork in comparison to his own and checks his pulse which is beating at a normal rate.
"I'll tell you when the time is right. I was just curious about you Liv. I overheard you and Ravi when you were talking about Zombies. I didn't know what to expect in all honesty, but I guess everything's possible why not Zombies too?" Scott says with a shrug.
"Anyways. I'll come back when you two are less... surprised." Scott tells them and leaves.
On his way out he sees an arrested man use his call and overhears a name, using his werewolf hearing he listens in on the rest of the conversation.
"Yes, it's me. Roman Johnson, the bitch is close to having me in jail. Is it organized?" The man asks.
From the other end Scott hears the reply "yeah. We bought off the bodyguard. He's gonna tie her up for us and after he's had his fun with her body we're gonna finish her off. We told him we'd knock him out and make it look like he was overwhelmed beforehand but we're gonna shoot him too. No strings."
"Good. Then by the end of the night. I'll be free of that damn Charles." Roman answers.
Scott freezes up at this and is tempted to tear out his throat, but he realizes that time is pressing and rushes out of the police station.
He gets on his bike and calls the police station, who relay him to Clive.
"Clive? This is Scott. I will probably need help at Peyton and Liv's place. I overheard that guy in the cell talking on the phone. They're sending guys to kill her. Her bodyguard is in on it." Scott says while driving through back alleys to get there quicker.
"What are you talking about? Are you sure?" Clive asks.
"Just send someone. If I'm wrong you're free to arrest me." Scott says angrily and turns off the call.
A minute or so later he pulls up besides Liv's building and looks up to the third-floor window, where the girls apartment is.
"Screw secrecy." He grunts, shifting and jumps at the wall, sinking his claws in and hangs on with difficulty. He gathers his strength and pulls himself up, jumping off with his legs and sinks his claws into the wall again, almost in reach of the apartment window. With another leap he's hanging onto the apartment window and sneaks in, his sensitive ears already hearing a gagged Peyton in her room and shuffling but he's relieved not to hear anyone else in the apartment yet.
Scott quietly makes his way to her room and hears the man standing in front of the door with a crying Peyton in front of him.
"Oh I'm gonna take my ti..." he says, but Scott punches through the door at head height and curls his arm, ripping the door and the man out of the room, the bodyguard lands a meter away from her room and Peyton only hears him scream " what the hell are you, before the other figure she can only see unfocused punches him in the face hard.
Scott tries to calm down and leans against the counter, his werewolf features disappearing before he rushes over to Peyton, who now can see who came to her rescue yet again.
He takes off her gag and she is about to thank him when he puts his finger over her lips in a shushing motion and whispers "Don't be scared." He slowly shifts in front of her, still holding his finger over her mouth while she stares into his reddening eyes shocked and fearfully.
"Where is she? Jimbo open the door man." Peyton hears a voice from outside her apartment door and she starts panicking, her eyes darting between who or whatever Scott turned into and where the voice is coming from.
Scott opens the window in her room quietly, sitting down in it while offering her his hand.
"Please trust me this one time." He whispers, desperation evident in his voice.
Peyton hears the door getting it and start to break. She crawls over to Scott, her state of undress, being only in her underwear not noticed by either of them.
Scott pulls her in front of himself and slings his other leg out of the window, jumping out, holding her in front of him in a bridal carry as they sail through the air, landing hard on the concrete alleyway behind her apartment, Scott's legs breaking at impact in multiple places and he moves them around so he lands on his back. He sets her down on her feet and gives her his jacket.
"Hide until the cops are here." Scott tells her, looking completely human now and under painful moans he starts putting his legs back in place, Peyton watching this in shock and disgust.
"I'm not leaving you like this." She says, helping him up once he fixed his legs and she walks to an abandoned shed close by with him limping, supported by her. They hear a gunshot from the apartment just before they hurry inside the shed, drenched by the rain outside and Peyton shivering in fear, confusion and from the cold.
"What are we gonna do now?" Peyton asks fearfully, wrapping his jacket around her waist and kneels down besides him, lifting his pant leg up and sees his leg in perfect condition.
"What are you?" She asks him.
"I'm a werewolf." He answers, pulling off his shirt with a painful groan, revealing slowly healing skin on his back which would've been fatal for any mortal and send them into shock from the pain.
"Be quiet. They're looking for us." Scott says, listening to four sets lf footsteps in the rain.
"Hide. Even if they see me they will only think I'm a hobo, or dead." Scott tells her quietly, pointing to a crate on their left.
Her gut tells her to stay but she follows his orders anyways, leaving Scott lying in the shed, playing dead.
"Look, the shed door. It's open." The two hear a voice and soon after the door gets opened.
Scott leans up weakly to look at them and one of the four wordlessly shoots him in the heart, Peyton almost screaming out at this but manages to stay quiet.
"He could've identified us. Well and to be honest that was a mercy kill. He must've been a jumper." The guy says and the four are about to leave when behind the crate a broom falls over, making them focus on her location.
"Hah boys, what do you think we have here?" The leader of the group says, almost having reached her location and reaches for the lid, only for two of his men to go down with painful screams, only red glowing eyes peering at the two remaining men through the dark and the next thing Peyton hears is two more painful screams, gunfire and sickening sounds while she closes her eyes in fear.
"You can come out now. I don't know what you're gonna tell the cops, but I'm glad you weren't hurt." Scott says, multiple gunshot wounds in his abdomen and barely standing over the now 4 dead assailants.
"What..." she asks, looking at him frightened.
"Please. Just go home. You're safe now. I think they killed your would be rapist themselves." Scott says, keeling over and Peyton is left there standing in the shed confused and frightened when a car pulls up nearby.
She goes into her hiding place again, only to see Deaton arrive, holding a baton and a handgun.
"I won't harm you Ms. Charles. I only came to get Scott." Deaton says, lifting the bleeding man up and drags him out of the shed and to the car, lying him on his backseat, only stopping to hide his bike underneath some thick bushes and drives Scott home where he works on fixing him back up.
Two days later
"You can be glad you called me when you did, otherwise even as a true Alpha you might be dead." Deaton tells Scott who is lying in bed with bandages around his torso and a mountain ash circle around his bed.
"Why the mountain ash again? I even have to ask permission to pee." Scott asks grumpily.
"With wounds as serious as yours, your instinct taking over and you going full werewolf on my ass is a chance I'm not willing to take." Deaton says.
"Any idea what the police report says? It's been two days." Scott asks nervously.
"Not yet. But the people in the morgue agreed that the 4 gangsters were killed by wolf not human. Deaton says.
The doorbell then rings.
"Were you expecting any..." Scott starts to say before his nose picks up on the scent he's become so attracted to.
"It's Peyton." Scott says.
"Then you may get your answer afterall." Deaton says, going to open the door and ask Peyton to enter his home.
"Follow me please. Scott is over here." Deaton tells her, not even looking at her, much to her surprise but she follows him quickly to one of the rooms in the house, seeing Scott lying on a bed with a circle of ash around it.
"Hi." She says, looking at the man in the bed with many different emotions going through her.
"Hi. Good to see you didn't catch a cold." He jokes, coughing up a bit of blood.
"I'll give you some privacy." Deaton says and leaves, once the man is gone Peyton almost hugs the wall furthest away from him.
"Don't worry. Deaton is a human. Well he knows more than anyone else I know about the supernatural so he' s very special human. To me at least. And as long as you don't mess up this pretty circle around me I can't go anywhere. It's a trap for supernatural beings." Scott informs Peyton, who visibly relaxes to a certain degree.
"I see you took my word for it. Thanks, I really didn't want to stress my wounds more by running into a force wall." He says smirking.
"How are you?" Peyton asks.
"Healing. But slowly. I'm weak at the moment." Scott says, sitting up against the backboard.
"You looked anything but weak to me." She says frightened.
"I'm basically the strongest weakling there is. An alpha without a pack, but I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm sure you have tons of questions which I'll try to answer as best as I can." Scott says.
"Thank you." She says quietly, sitting down on a chair which she pulls up until she's a foot away from the circle on the floor.
"Who are you really?" She asks.
"Scott McCall. I'm from Beacon Hills and I'm a true alpha werewolf, but like I said I have no pack." Scott answers.
"Now when you say werewolf, are we talking like howl at the full moon and shift kind of werewolf?" She asks, fiddling with her hair subconsciously.
"Yes and no. I have enough control where I have no problem resisting the pull as I like to call it. But in general that' what your typical werewolf is like, yes." Scott answers.
"And you can't be killed?" She asks.
"Wolfsbane kills us, silver might too, haven't seen that to be honest, but I mean they kill demons so I'm guessing a pansy ass werewolf would bite the dust too." Scott answers without hesitation, which surprises her.
"Why are you still hurt? Your legs healed so fast." She asks.
"That's the reason. It's kind of like I used my energy and need to recharge. But in the end it's because I have no pack." Scott says.
"You keep talking about a pack, do you mean like a family or what is a pack?" She asks curiously.
"It can be anything. For me it used to be my closest friends, but they all moved away or in some cases, died." Scott says.
"Why did you go so far to save me? We don't know each other." Peyton asks.
"Honestly?" He asks, receiving a nod.
"I like you a lot, but I would have helped anyone in that situation. Although I probably wouldn't have jumped out of a window for everyone." Scott says, silence overtaking the room afterwards.
"I have a question as well. What did you tell the police? No one showed up here yet so I'm guessing either you left me out completely or said you don't remember." Scott asks.
"I told them that I was unconscious until I woke up in the shed. The police think those four broke in, killed my bodyguard and took me someplace else to finish me off when they were assaulted by wild dogs." Peyton tells him.
"Thank you." Scott says gratefully.
"So, the balls in your field. Are we going to see each other, or would you feel more comfortable if you don't see me ever again?" Scott asks dreadfully.
"I honestly don't know. I wish I could tell you." She says guiltily.
"It's fine. I can guess the outcome. Just be more careful in the future Peyton and you won't have to see me again." Scott tells her, trying to not show that it hurts him to push her away.
"Thank you for everything you did for me." Peyton says emotionally, sniffling a bit and leaves the room.
"If you ever need to talk or have more questions." Deaton says kindly, giving her a business card with his phone numbers on it.
"Thanks." Peyton says, putting the card in her wallet.
"She's gone." Deaton tells Scott, who's now moping in the bed.
"I know. I thought she might accept me, but I guess this isn't highschool anymore huh?" Scott asks.
"No. Not quite." Deaton chuckles.