In order to understand what I did I recommend reading the original script of Blade 2. There has been changes from the script to the movie and I took a few lines from that old script for this. Just google it. I could have gone along and retell the whole movie but I rather jump that.

For the anon who asked for a sequel on my other Scud-fic, I am on that (I hope you are reading this)

Things had developed fast and according to Damaskinos plan. Scud still couldn't believe how fast everything went down, he barely had time to breath. The day after Blade had found Whistler, the suckheads had visited them. The whole ordeal afterwards almost had cost him his life. In those 5 minutes he had been able to sit down and breath, think, he realized that the overlord had been right.

The threat was to big. And if they really managed to take out the one weakness of the reapers, humanity was damned. He found himself being more comfortable with his plan. But not 100%. Blade. Shit. The daywalker was his friend. He safed his life. Doubts gnawed on the edges of his sharp mind.

Now, searching through the trash outside the warehouse, after Whistler went back inside, he tried to find solace in this: getting a weapon that would ensure Blades survival and maybe even Whistlers. And he would get it done. The Scudster could handle things.

In his room, Blade stared at the wall. Something was off. He was missing something but he didn't know what. Pacing, he found himself stuck. Whistler thought he was seeing things. For the old men, it was pretty simple. Play along with the vampires till the bigger threat was gone, learn as much as we can and use it against them afterwards. But no, something was so very wrong. And if he was honest to himself, he had known from the start.

The team was getting ready and Scud and Whistler brought a big box. Briefing Nyssa and Blade, Scud was rather proud of his big invention. "And you are not coming?" "No, I am a lover, not a fighter" Scud said and Blades mouth twitched. The girly screams Scud had made when the reapers had attacked him still rang in his ears. Better to leave him here. His scars on his belly tingled and watching Scud scratching his own belly made him wonder.

Sitting in the dark he could not forget. Wondering and pondering, he bit his lip, chewed on it, his fingers unconsciously traveling over the scars of his belly. The last message send, all he could do was wait. And he wouldn't have to wait long, that was for sure. Musing over his own brilliance, he hoped the UV-bombs would kill a lot of reapers. And some of the Bloodpack, preferably Reinhardt. Cos they way it was, him and Damaskinos were the only ones knowing about his part in this game. And if Blade somehow managed to kill cue-ball, Scud was off the hook. If not, he could only hope for the Vampire to keep his word. The silent alarms went off and Scud knew it was time. Taking another deep drag from his joint, he prepared himself. Truth was, deep down inside he knew that his time had come.

In the dark and moist underworld, Blade figured it out the second they electrocuted him. And when he woke up again, sensing Scud next to him, he wanted to grab the dude and shake him. Which was not like him. His friend, his brother. Carrying the same fucking scars. But Scud had made his choice. No way back now. The only thing that counted now was to get outta here. His mind snapped back to hear Whistler say "..even you sword" That much he had figured out by now. Scud said something too, but Blade didn't care anymore. Analyzing the situation around him, Blade barely noted the what else was said until Damaskinos stepped inside. Now came the interesting part. Wait, did the fucker really think he could create a superior race? Seems like it. No wonder he had managed to turn Scud around. It sounded terrifying. The situation was terrifying.

Standing in the background, Scud watched. This was it. The final showdown. The last chance to decide. Seeing all these embryos in the tanks, a shiver ran through him. And now they had Blade. There was no way Blade would get outta this. No, he had to play along. And Whistler, man, he never shut up, did he. Even tho Scud had come to like him in a way, he couldn't see himself with Blade in the future now. No. He was expandable. Just some trash Blade had dragged along until now. He was useless now. To Blade.

Staring into the red sea behind him, his final decision was made. And just in time. "Reinhardt, you can kiss your ass good-bye" he heard Blade say. Laughing, he turned around. Fooled you, Blade. He always had kinda underestimated his wit, hadn't he. "I'm sorry man" he said to Reinhardt. "B, You're waisting your time. It was never supposed to explode. All it was supposed to do was make you feel like you were in control" he put that in quotation marks with his fingers while Reinhardt dug out the dud from his head and through it over to Scud. He caught it "See this" he turned his lip inside out, revealing the tattoo "I'm one of Damaskinos familiars. They needed my help to bring you here to control Nomak. The old fuck, he was always just bait. I mean, look at him. He's your only real weakness, man. You may be fast, you may be strong and all that other bullshit, but in the end, B, you're just too human!" and whit that, he gave in into his hate and everything bad that had been boiling inside him for too long and punched Whistler in the face. "Well, you lil shit?" And again.

Blade was stunned, his eyes filled with hate. Not for Scud betraying him, but for what he did to his father and mentor. Whatever chance there had been for Scud to redeem himself, it just had gone through the window. Scud wasn't done "You think they scoped out my security system? I let them in, asshole! I practically gave 'em the fucking keys. "And you" He turned to Blade " You never cared about me. I gave you everything. All you cared about was digging up the old fuck! You heard cue-ball, right. Pretty soon, they're gonna all be daywalkers, man. And when that happens, I'd rather be a pet than cattle. You got me, B? What do you think about that, man?" Shaking inside, he held the fake bomb in his hand, watching Blade. "Two things. One, I was on to you the moment they turned you. " What, wait. Blade knew? All the time? How when? Scud was confused while Blade now was sure. He had known that something was off. And two -" Blade raised the detonator "It's not a dud"

Eyes widening with fear, Scud looked at the bomb in his hand "Oh, great"

So, that's it. I always planned to have the ending like in the movie. Maybe, one day, I come up with an alternative ending. I hope my plan to bring some more layers into the Blade/Scud relationship worked and you enjoyed it.