Okay, I have watched Teen Wolf seasons 1-4 once, and have just gotten to season 3A again. Therefore, I can't say I got the Teen Wolf characters down to the T, especially their humor, but I will try my best.

To be honest, I don't know why I'm starting this, but since a review on another werewolf story of mine, this idea has been bugging me, taking away focus from my primary story. So in an attempt to get it to shut up so I can focus on my primary fanfic and other aspects of my life, I will now post the first chapter of this story. Expect extreme slow updates (unless it remains just an oneshot) as this just will be a relaxing story for me.

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN TEEN WOLF

Chapter 1: The Quiet After and Before the Storm

The rain fell against the roof and windows of the McCall house, the sound doing nothing to soothe the wrecked nerves of the teenager currently lying in bed, trying his best to fall asleep. The teenager's name: Liam Dunbar.

Liam, fifteen years old, and newly turned werewolf, was bunking over at his Alpha's, Scott McCall, having just returned from a rescue mission in Mexico… and being yelled at by Coach Finstock. The reason for Liam to sleep at Scott's place: His mum and stepdad was out of town, leaving him alone in the house. They had not been happy about him going to Mexico, grounding him for a week and taking away his play station. They had also given him some rather incredulous and suspicious looks when he had tried explaining, or rather, giving them the same story as he had given Coach, but seeing how they had to go on that conference in New York and wasn't due to return for a few days, they had agreed he could sleep at a friend's.

Normally, Liam would have asked to stay and sleep at Mason's, but his best friend was still rather shaken after his and Lydia's run in with the Berserker, so Liam decided it would be better to give his friend a few days to calm down before he talked about just what and why those things had happened to him.

This left him with very few he could ask to sleepover at, but as it turned out, he didn't have to. Scott had called and invited him over to Scott and Stiles' movie night. Liam didn't know if Mason had run his mouth, but he had hastily agreed to coming over, having packed a bag before actually knowing where he was going to spend the next few nights.

Liam sighed as he turned over, clutching the duvet to his chest. He was ashamed to admit it, but he was scared. Scared of the dark around him. There had been no problem during the movies, despite there being a few horror movies in between, but now, lying on the guest bed Scott had set up in his bedroom, as Stiles was snoring away in the guestroom, fear was gripping at him again.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw them: The Berserkers and Peter Hale, who had showed his true colours in the darkness of a city ruin; monsters that, until recently, had only existed in his comic books, movies and games. Monsters that now were part of the world he lived in. He shuddered. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get over the monstrous look Peter had taken. Compared to him, Scott had looked almost human, if a bit hairy and having some severe tooth and nail problems. But Peter? He looked far more like the monster Liam pictured in his head every time the word 'werewolf' was mentioned.

The young teen turned onto his other side, looking out the window, trailing the raindrops running down the glass. He sighed. As every young boy before him, he had wished for special powers of some sort, to be able to make a difference. He had gotten his wish about special powers, alright. Along with a lot of nightmares and a feeling of uselessness.

He had gotten superhuman powers, but then, when push had come to show, it had proved not to be enough. The Berserkers had kicked his ass and Garett and some random guys had gotten the better of him, almost killing him. And then, Scott had gone off to fight more assassins while he had chickened out. An angry tear rolled down his cheek.

'I'm such a loser. Why… why can't I do anything right? I let my anger get the better of me at Devenford and mum had to pay for the repairs of that car. I wished I had superpowers, but when I get them, I chicken out. Scott… Scott went after almost getting killed… he… he… he is a hero… not… not like… me.'

"Liam? You okay?"

Liam let out a yelp and turned around. Scott was looking at him with curious and worried, if a bit sleepy eyes. Liam shook his head. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry to wake you."

The older werewolf frowned slightly before leaving his bed and sitting down next to Liam as the younger boy sat up as well. Scott scrutinized Liam's face, taking note of the line down his cheek, obviously from a tear. He had heard his Beta's breathing quicken as he woke from a nightmare involving Peter winning their last fight. Heart hammering away in his chest, he had strained his ears to focus on slow rain outside, but instead, he had picked up on Liam's breathing and heartbeat, telling him something was wrong with the younger werewolf. Glancing at his alarm, barely taking notice of it saying it being 4-something in the morning, the Alpha squashed down his own problems and focused on Liam.

"Liam, you don't have to lie you know; something is obviously wrong. C'mon, you can tell me. I won't laugh, I promise."

Liam shook his head. He didn't want to talk about it. Mostly because he was embarrassed, but also because he didn't want to burden Scott. Turning away from the Alpha, he mumbled out. "I don't want to talk about it."

The True Alpha tilted his head, looking at the back of his Beta and listening to the rain outside, the memory of a much worse darkness still fresh in his mind. The darkness… getting an idea of what was wrong, Scott considered his options carefully before speaking with a gentle voice.

"Liam… it's okay to be scared." The younger boy's intake of breath told Scott he had hit the nail on the head. "Liam… talk to me. Maybe I can help." Liam remained silent, causing Scott to let out a low sigh.

Just as he was about to get up, however, Liam let out a ragged breath. "When I close my eyes… I see them: Peter… the Berserkers… and I feel so useless." His breath shuddered. "I'm not like you, Scott. I'm not fearless like you… I'm not the hero that saves lives and I… I…"

Liam didn't get to say anything else as the Alpha's arms wound him, holding. Scott almost wanted to laugh. Him, fearless? He remembered all too well when he was first turned, Jackson as the Kanima, the Alpha pack and the Darach, not to mention the Nogitsune. He couldn't remember who had scared him more, but one fear stood clear to him: When the Dead Pool had been running, he had been scared witless at the prospect of failing his friends. And he still remembered all too clearly the fear of being too late to save Liam, or when Kate started turning him into a Berserker. Tightening his grip slightly, he spoke gently.

"Hey, whoever said I'm fearless? I'm not. Do you know how scared I was when Kate turned me into that thing? When Peter looked like he was about to go for you? Let me tell you, I was scared to death. As for not being a hero that saves lives… you saved me in Mexico, didn't you? I think that makes you a hero."

The younger boy didn't say anything at first, but Scott could feel him starting to relax. Giving Liam a soft squeeze and slowly lowering him back down into a lying position, Scott stood up and was about to go back to his bed, but the younger werewolf's soft and hesitant voice caused him to pause.

"Scott… do you… do you think you could leave the light on?"

The lacrosse captain turned around and looked at his Beta. He could see the hesitation and pleading in the young boy's eyes, fighting desperately against the humiliation and embarrassment burning on his face. Smiling gently, Scott nodded and turned on the lamp near his bed, and instantly took notice of the relief and gratitude spreading across Liam's face. "Thanks."

Scott just smiled. "Don't mention it. To be honest… you are handling this better than I would." He ruffled Liam's hair, snickering when Liam made a half-hearted attempt to swat at him. "Try to get some sleep. Got lacrosse practice tomorrow, and it won't be fun kicking your butt if you aren't at your best."

Liam snorted at the banter, but returned it. "Oh please. Last time was luck on your part, and you know it. Tomorrow I will be knocking your down on your ass, old man."

Scott smirked, playing affronted. "Old, am I? We will see about that, won't we?" He looked at his clock. "Better go to sleep. Good night Liam."

Liam yawned. "Good night Scott. And… thanks."

The younger werewolf felt drowsiness starting to get a solid grip on him. He tentatively closed his eyes, and for the first time in like what seemed ages, monsters didn't appear before his eyes. He opened his eyes again, looking towards his Alpha. Brett's words rang true: He was lucky to have Scott as his Alpha. Though, he could have done without seeing the older werewolf starting to drool in his sleep. Shaking his head in slight disbelief at Scott for having fallen asleep that quickly, and a little at himself, Liam looked at the alarm near Scott's bed, barely registering it telling him it was 5:01, before he closed his eyes again and falling into a peaceful sleep.

AN: Well, guess I've found another thing I suck at… writing fluff. But after what happened to him throughout season 4, I think Liam deserved a little fluff, even something as crappy written as mine.

So, what do you think? Should I continue or just let it stay as an oneshot to get you ready for season 5?