Chapter 18 - She's Mine

ARGENTS' HOUSE

He jumped up the last step as he headed up towards the door, knocking his knuckle against the wooden surface before taking a step back as he waited for someone to open. He vicibly sighed as the door opened and he came face to face with Allisons' father, Chris Argent. The man smirking down at the teenage boy, Mickey glared in return.

''You're a man of no fears,'' the older man spoke calmly, his voice filled with both teasing and a silent threat. A silent promise that needed not to be spoken between the two, the blue orbs staring into dull green intently.

It brought a smile upon the teens lips, ''Don't worry Mr Argent, we both know that there's far scarier things out there.''

He made to walk past the man, heading towards the stairs as he knew Allison would be awaiting him up in her room. But was stopped by the sound of the door clicking shut, Argents' expression having turned more somber.

''The history of the Jagger family goes back several centuries,'' their eyes finally locked, ''Don't let it end with you.''

Frowning, Mickey was about to open his mouth to respond when Allison appeared at the top of the stairs. A huge smile on her face as she noticed him, he smiled back at her as she hurried down to hug him. He let his arms wrap around her as he kissed her lips, when he glanced back towards the door Argent was already gone.

...

He could hear the owl talking in the deep of the night, the leafs rustling in the calm night as he shifted in his light slumber. Allison was laid closely to his chest, her head resting on his upper arm as his hand absently drew circles on her back. He couldn't fall asleep, the sound of tired grumbling from outside keeping him awake. He'd been staring up at the ceiling trying to come to an desicion, the sound of a heavy thump hitting the ground finally made him move out of bed.

The window was already slightly open, he glanced back at Allison to made sure she was sound asleep before climbing outside. His naked feet warm against the tiles of the roof as he walked up to the edge, his dull green eyes taking in the sight of his friend laying on the ground rubbing his sore face.

''I told you I got this,'' Mickey said calmcly as he crouched down, his toes only inches away from the edge as he stared down at his friend who stared up at him in surprise.

He didn't know how to respond, it was obvious by the way Scott was closing and opening his mouth like a fish on land, ''I didn't mean to wake you, is Allison still asleep?''

''You do realize that Allison is my girlfriend right?'' Mickey asked out of pure curiousity, he'd been wondering for some time now why Scott hadn't backed off a long time ago.

''Of course!'' Scotts' voice sounded hurt, not by the question itself but the meaning of it. He clearly hadn't gotten over his crush on Allison, Mickey sighed as he combed through his hair in frustration.

''You think that because you're a werewolf now you're better then everyone else? Think you have to do everything because you're the strongest?'' Mickey asked as he straightened back up, his stare never leaving the beta werewolf who looked ready to bolt even though he tried to put up a brave front.

''That's not true!'' Scott exclaimed but his tone wavered, Mickey raised a brow.

He calmly leaned down so his hand touched the edge of the roof before swinging his legs of it, landing on the ground with ease, ''You may be a werewolf now Scott but that doesn't make you a wolf, you're still very much human. Don't forget that.''

They were standing real close, faces only inches apart as Mickey glared into his friends' eyes. He was tired of Scott going around thinking his sudden transformation had made him better then everyone else, made him think that he was the only one able to actually acomplice something. Sure the bite had given him a huge advantage that humans only could dream about but it didn't make him a god, he needed to get off his high horse and realize that.

''So what do you want me to do!?'' Scott suddenly pushed him back, the strength used caused Mickey to grunt as he took a step back, ''You want me to just let the alpha go around killing everyone around me!?''

''I want you to stay away from Allison, let me protect what's mine,'' he could feel his eyes tingle as he glared at his friend, his stance subconsiously aggressive.

The air between the two was thick and heavy, Scott finally relaxed his stance as he took a step back. Eyes on the ground as he shoved his hands in his jacket pockets, admitting defeat in the matter.

...

As he pulled the blanket back over his body, Allison moved closer so she could rest her head on his chest. He lightly combed his fingers trhough her silky hair, a smile spreading onto his lips as she hummed in appreciation.

''Love you,'' he whispered as he kissed the top of her head.

SHOPPING MALL

With his hand tangles in hers, Mickey smirked as Allison and Lydia bickered about some random topic. He wasn't listening, had re3alized in the car that it wasn't something he wanted to be a part of. So he averted his gaze to the top of the escalator, his dull green eyes taking in the sight of Stiles standing by one of the counters showing samples of different brands of perfume. He raised his brows but his attention was brought back to the girls as Allison squeezed his hand, his head instantly turning to look at her.

She was smiling as she gestured her chin at Stiles, her eyes teasing as she turned to Lydia, ''Him.''

They all looked at the buzz-cut haired male who was obvious to their stares as he picked up a bottle, sniffed at it and the proceeded in spraying some straight in his face. Mickey snorted, amused by his friends' miserable coughing as he choked on the scented liquid.

''Don't frown, Lydia,'' Allison suddenly said, her voice laced with a tease as she bumped her shoulder against Mickey to get him to move forward, ''Someone could be falling in love with your smile.''

Shaking his head at the girls' antics, Mickeys' eyes locked with Stiles' as Stiles waved at the trio. Letting go of Allisons' hand, Mickey headed over to his friend.

''What are the odds that I'd meet you here, in the middle of the women's section?'' Mickey said as he rolled his eyes, giving his friend a one-armed hug in greeting.

His friend stuttered as he tried to find a good explanation, ''Y-yeah you know, I was thinking about buying perfume.''

Staring at his friend, Mickey just hummed in understanding. Moving aside as Lydia suddenly stormed up to them, her heels clicking against the floor as she stopped in front of a now very flustered Stiles.

''You don't have a date for the formal, right?'' she asked while eyeing him up and down, not seeming to find too many flaws about the male.

''N-no,'' Stiles stuttered, panic clear in his face as he stared at the beautiful strawberry blond that he'd been crushing on since seventh grade.

Flipping her hair over her shoulder, Lydia raised a brow, ''So...Are you gonna ask?''

His face fully red now, Stiles glanced at Mickey who just shrugged. His friend looked back at the girl, mouth opening and closing like a fish, ''Do you wanna go to the formal with me?''

''Sure, now come with me,'' she said as she turned her back to him, going into an expensive looking store filled with beautiful dresses. Stiles quickly stumbled behind her, looking back at Mickey in triumph.

Chuckling, Mickey put his arm around Allisons' shoulders, ''Thank you, you can't image how much that means to him.''

She smiled as she turned in his hold, staring up at his face as she lightly bit her lower lip, ''How thankful?''

''Very,'' he said as he leaned down the last inch so their lips could meet, smiling into the kiss as she hugged his neck.

...

They'd been shopping for an hour when Mickey left to find the bathroom, he stared into the mirror as he washed his hands. The image of his father covered his face causing him to frown, the sound of gunshots in the distance made him flinch as his father image glanced over his shoulder. He didn't look the least bothered as howls erupted in the air, paws thumping against the dirt of the forest floor. They were everywhere, bright golden eyes glowing in the darkness. Angry yells in the distance followed by more gunshots, his father backed away from him. The creatures disappearing into the darkness, his father image changing as he followed into the abyss.

He felt an itch under his skin, deep in his every cell telling him to follow. Pain caused him to flinch, his eyes closing as he sucked in a deep breath.

''Better alive than dead,'' Mickey sighed out as he thought about the last words his father had told him before leaving, he opened his eyes to once again stare at his own image, ''Stupid dad.''