A/N- sorry it took so long to upload, I just couldn't think of what way to end it. Anyways I hope you enjoy it!

Raphael took a seat. It seemed more... fair... for Scott. They sat in silence for a while. Scott was fiddling about with his t-shirt, not making any move to put it back on. He must have been working out because he, at least, had a six pack. Raph didn't know why, but it intimidated him. Maybe because his had a much more skeletal figure than muscle.

"Would you kindly put a shirt back on please?" Scott looked over at him, questioning whether he should disobey him or not. He nodded and ,wincing, stretched to pull the black top over his head. The hole in his torso was almost gone. He must have sensed the tension already between them.

"You reek of anxiety," said Scott , "what are you anxious about?" Raphael blanked, "Impossible, you can't smell feelings."

"And there's no such thing as werewolves, but look where we are."

"Why didn't you tell me about it, Scott I could have helped you."

"I couldn't, I mean half the time your not even here! I wouldn't even call you a dad, just a gene donor! And you think I need help!" Scott was breathing heavily now. He closed his eyes and gradually slowed down his breathing, taking in shallow breaths. " Do you think there's something wrong with me, Dad." That stung. The malice in Scotts tone made him think. He didn't realise how much him being away really impacted Scott. He leaves a baby boy alone for a couple of years and comes back to what? A young man who's eyes have seen too much horror in this world to be fair. And underneath those eyes, red orbs of fire fuelled by anger and hatred. The eyes of a werewolf.

"If you would let me take you to some specialists they could cure you, no one would even have to know!" Raphael was aware that he was pleading now. He just wanted to have a better relationship with his son. He got up and started pacing in front of Scott, waiting for an answer.

Scott shook he head , "You don't get it! I didn't ask to be like this! You don't think I'd rather live a normal life?" He stood up, " To not have to resist the temptation of the full moon or worry about every little thing that happens in this town!" There it was, the real reason Raphael came back. No wonder Scott was on all the reports. He was protecting this town from every little thing. A sense of pride filled raph. His son was a protector of beacon hills. Yet he bet no one knew anything about it.

Scotts voice was barely more than a whisper now. "You don't think I've searched for cures?" Raphael looked at his son. He puts on a brave cover but inside is just a broken young man. But raph wasn't going to stop there.

"Correct me if I'm wrong but this all started when stiles brought you into the woods to find a dead body." Scott growled and looked up, "and what?"

"Well maybe if you hadn't been friends with this stupid, hyperactive kid then this never would have happened." Scotts eyes narrowed and glowed red.

" Don't you DARE go blaming stiles for this, he has saved my life more times that you've been in it. Or at least welcome in it. Stiles is my brother. "

Raphael was not about to be intimidated by his son just because he flashed his werewolf eyes at him. He took a step closer. " He isn't your brother and never will be. You are friends. You and your other friends are involved in too much in this town, back off or I'll have to involve the FBI. Then what will happen? You'll all go to jail or at least a detention centre." His voice softened," I don't want to have to do that to you Scott. Please, work with me Scott, not against me."

Scott snarled at him, teeth bared. " Stiles is more my brother than you are my Father. And he's more than my friend, he's a part of my PACK." Scott stepped closer, now they were so close Raphael could feel scotts heavy breath on him." And if we stop fighting, who do you thinks going to handle the supernatural , the police? You could lock us all up but nothing can hold us, we would find a way out, to keep fighting."

Raphael stepped back. He couldn't win this fight, ever. His son had seen too much already and nothing could make him go back. Scott fangs retracted but his eyes stayed the same blood red colour.

"So ,um, what kind of pain can you feel from someone else."

"Emotional and physical." Scotts answer was blunt, still responding to his anger.

" I didn't want to leave, but your mother told me to leave. I felt so guilty I just left-" Scott finished the answer "-and never came back." His voice cracked, " I grew up with just mom and stiles. I managed then and I'll manage now, especially now that I've got my pack." Raphael noticed something then and there. Scott has a new family. He would never be a part of it and their relationship would never be fixed.

"Okay." He walked towards the door and pulled it open.

"By the way Scott, I won't tell anyone about yous, I promise."

Scotts eyes faded back to brown. He nodded in appreciation. With that, he walked out the door. He vowed to himself that one day he would make thing better with Scott. But for now, he's just have to fix things with Melissa.

A/N thanks for reading and please leave plenty of reviews. I hope you enjoyed it!