In Greatest Need
Disclaimer: Basically pulling a Gargoyles moment with this one in that Scott's been in a healing sleep for a few hundred years under the Nemeton until California/Werewolves are in their greatest need of a champion.
Summary: He's been asleep for 300 years but now that his people need him more then ever, he shall rise again.
Waking up and finding out he'd been in a magically induced coma for 300 years to heal underneath the Beacon Hills Nemeton had been a little disconcerting for Scott McCall. Especially when he remembers all too well being attacked by Monroe in a last ditch effort to try and kill him before she succumbed to death itself. The fact this had been done because a Witch that had joined the war against Monroe and her Hunters knew he'd be needed for something again in the future was also a little disconcerting for the True Alpha of Beacon Hills. Whom had never quite got to realize his dream of becoming a Veterinarian because of one woman's hate. "He's awake!"
"He's really here!"
"We're all saved now!"
These were just a few of the comments he'd heard since he and Kira had come out of the Nemeton and came into the town turned city of Beacon Hills. Which was now surrounded by a giant dome meant to protect all manner of Supernaturals and those who allied with them from the tyranny of the Hunters who had risen up to hunt them all down. Unfortunately, no one knew who the main leader of the new Hunters was but the 'Supernaturals For Defense' hoped to find out the identity soon. "Is this the Sheriff's Station?" Asked Scott in confusion as it seemed vaguely familiar to him despite all the changes in the area of the past 300 years.
"Yeah. Its our main base of operations for the city's safety and Jordan's in charge of that while I keep the city going in the day to day stuff." Kira, who was just as beautiful as ever, told him.
And had also been the one to awaken him from his years of slumber beneath the Nemeton. "Jordan?"
"Uh-huh. Jordan Parrish. Turns out that Hellhounds have really long lifespans just like Kitsunes do."
"Oh." Man, he was definitely gonna need a few days to wrap his head around things!
Kira gave the Wolf who once had her heart a sympathetic smile as she could tell he was having trouble wrapping his head around the amount of things he'd already been told in a short amount of time. Letting out a heavy sigh, the formerly long slumbering Wolf spoke up. "Are you guys sure its me Yedreya was talking about in her prophecy?"
"You're the only one who fits it, Scott. I know the last thing you wanted is to be woken up just to fight for others again but these people need you. Now more then ever." She told him passionately and apologetically.
Knowing full well of how tired he'd been in the days leading up to his final encounter with Monroe. Especially after losing Malia and their unborn child, Stiles, Liam, his father, Corey, Chris, and so many others in the war. The fact there hadn't been anyone else to inherit his status as an Alpha due to how he'd obtained his had meant he was still a True Alpha as well by the time of his death. Taking a deep look at Kira and using his senses, the newly awakened Scott could tell how genuine and the like she was being. And after seeing the state of various people he'd run into on his way here, there was no way he could turn his back on any of them. He didn't before and he still wouldn't again despite the fact it could cost him his life. Again. "Alright… Let's do this. But I'm gonna need a few days, maybe a week even, to adjust to everything." Scott told her after taking a deep breath and letting it out.
A smile came his way from Kira. "Understandable, Scott. Now come on, Jordan's waiting."
Author's Notes: If anyone wants, they are welcome to take this idea and flesh it out in a story. Relationships and the like are entirely up to you and if you wanna make Scott the King of all Supernaturals for whatever reason… Go for it! I myself was thinking of Kira and Parrish being a thing by the time I was done writing this. As for the 'Supernaturals For Defense' bit, I got the idea from a real life group known as the 'Deacons For The Defense' (though I might have part of that name wrong) from way back in the day. I've been meaning to use the idea but haven't really had much of a chance to do so and it seemed fitting to make use of it for here.
