This is an epilogue; it's pretty short and the only point of it is that I'm bored and I need some form of resolution for this story. Anyways, Scott's also an adorable puppy.
So as it turned out, Scott had a cousin; an irritatingly fluffy, anger-ridden, adorable, infuriating and totally clingy cousin. As it turned out, the Agent's brother, whom Scott had always found distasteful and entirely too much like his brother, had a son (yes, Scott had known that. They'd met once under the pretenses that 'children must know there family'. Scott had always assumed that his cousin would end up as a dick, too) that Scott had only known existed, let alone they were part of the same pack and that Scott was the equivalent of his werewolf big brother. It was pretty chaotic, Liam having decided that being related to Scott meant that he was allowed to spend all weekend arguing with him about video games.
Quite frankly, the kid was one-hundred percent infuriating, all cute puppy dog eyes and fluffy hair along with destruction and totally acing every video game he played. He'd also decided that it was socially acceptable to bring Mason along and the pair spent the weekend eating all of Scott's food.
Despite that certain level of annoyingness that everyone younger than Scott seemed to achieve (even Stiles), he was actually kind of enjoying having a reason to wrap the younger werewolf in a hug every now and again, enjoying the comfort of actually being blood related to someone in his pack. And, of course, enjoying bitching about his father and uncle with someone who truly understood that the elder McCall brothers were the biggest jerks ever to step foot on the planet earth. It was true, totally and one hundred percent true. Scott could think of a thousand different ways the world would have been better off without either of the McCall brothers in the mix. They might have assigned someone capable to that case in Oregon and that little girl, Maria as Scott believed her name was, might not have lost her parents to a serial killer before the guy was caught and sentenced to life in jail.
The alpha and his beta could have spent hours exchanging stories about telephone calls and facetimes from hell. There was that time that Scott had picked up the phone whilst his father was drunk and endured a solid hour of Rafe shouting bloody murder at him, about how the young human (at the time) was useless and pathetic with his crippling asthma attacks. How the other feds children were all strong and the football stars at whatever school they were at. Liam recounted the time he'd spoke to Gabe and endured an hour rant about how his Intermittent Explosive Disorder was going to ruin his life and how he'd never get a job and that lacrosse was stupid sport for stupid children.
Scott happily cuddled closer to his immense, fluffy pillows. For once, his hair was lose and fluffy, making a stark comparison to the fauxhawk it was normally styled up in. The crooked side of his jaw rubbed against the large pillows, leaving behind a drop of his scent in the field of warmth and fluffiness that the pillows smelt like before he was anywhere them. Sighing into his warm pile of pillows, Scott curled around them even more, resting his head against the top of them. They were just a little too soft and a little too warm and soon Scott was drifting asleep, curled up in his pile of pillows, a tiny tear tracing his cheek for no logical reason, nor reason save for the fact that he now had a complete family that he was so proud to be a part of.