A/N.
I really can't say much about this chapter. It's going to start with Scott dreaming, it will be writing in Italic.
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Chapter six.
When the scars heal part 1

"It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree.
The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its
sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens.
But it is never gone."
―Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy

"The road to hell is paved with good intentions."

Scott's dream.

It started with a smell. He thought it smelled foul, like that time his aunt burned something in the stove and it almost went up in flames. But he wasn't in the kitchen, he was in his room and it was day, everybody but him where at School and the adult where down in the basement, they told him they were having a meeting that he shouldn't listen to.

He walked down the stairs with small steps, something wasn't right and his mother had right to know that something was very wrong.

He had barely sat his foot on the last step of the stairs when a huge boom sounded and heat exploded all over the
place. Down in the basement he could now hear the panicked scream of his family. With a disturbing lack of interest the young boy noted that he wasn't by the stairs anymore and that there was soft hands running along his body, making him scream when they reached a sore spot.

"Scott? It's okay honey," his mother started to say, before another boom came and forced them away from each other, making the little boy scream in fear, what was happening?

He tried to move but found himself now trapped beneath something heavy, he could barely feel the tears that rolled down his face in rivers. So much was happening and he didn't understand it, why wasn't he healing, shouldn't he be healing? There was so much pain that he could barely think. He wanted to howl but he couldn't, he felt too weak. There was another sound and then darkness took him away.

He slowly started to get back to himself. How long had he been gone? Who were making all these sounds? He felt hands on his body as someone lifted his body on something hard and orders were being shouted back and forward. He felt himself being moved. As he was carried out in the blinding light, he heard a scream with a howling undertone, "SCOTT!"

He suddenly stopped moving and could weakly feel hands on his body, the intense pain slowly disappearing as Laura took his pain away.

"Come Derek," he heard his sister say and the hands on him disappeared, taking their relief with them.

Dream end.

He had decided to leave Scott to sleep and had settled on watching Isaac sleeping in the corner. His thoughts were on what Melissa had said. Scott was a born werewolf, not bitten like he had thought. He had lived with Scott, called him his brother.

He had tried to suppress was happened when he and Laura reached the house from the school. He remembered the heat and dying flames, he also remembered hearing his sister scream as the meds carried someone out from the house, running to the form and shielding him from the sight. He had never seen his sister smile since then.

It's the whimpering and whispered words that come from his sleeping area that makes Derek stand up from his seat and make his way to Scott.

The teen's body was ridged and his eyes screwed shut while he was tossing and turning on the madras. He sighs a little before crunching beside Scott. He doesn't want to touch Scott yet, there was a chance that the pup would attack him and Derek didn't want to fight the pup.

"Mom," Scott whimpered before he slammed his head to the side and hit it on the floor. Like something in Scott had realized that the pain did something to him, he slammed his head into the floor again, and before Derek could stop him he had slammed his head so hard into the floor that Derek heard bone crack.

"Enough," he snarled and heaved Scott onto his lap, keeping his arms pinned as the boy trashed, Derek didn't know of Scott was even awake yet.

The command didn't stop Scott and the teen continued to trash in Derek's arms.

"Scott," a small voice sounded from behind the Alpha and Scott stopped fighting immediately, his hands straining in the direction that was the door, in the direction of Isaac.

"Come here Isaac," Derek said and slowly eased Scott out of his lap and made Isaac sit against the wall, leading Scott over to the beta.

The teen's response to Isaac was instant. It was like Scott finally relaxed, and he curled up to Isaac's side, nuzzling his head against the younger beta.

Derek felt Isaac look at him and when he met the beta's eyes he saw question in them.

"I think he reacts to my scent differently now. I remind him of the fire, I remind him of family," was his answer.

He looked at Scott. The teen had calmed down and slept up at Isaac, blood coating the bandage and what little hair Deaton hadn't shaved off.

"Scott was born a werewolf, not bitten like I thought. I remember a little about before the fire. I suppressed most of it because I couldn't handle the guilt of what I had done, but I don't remember him," he said and nodded at Scott.

Isaac looked at him and then back at Scott, "I'll take care of him," he said "Go talk with Melissa, get to know how he was when she got him."

Derek looked at his beta with surprise in his eyes, "How?"

Isaac smiled and huffed a breath, "I was abused for over half of my life Derek, I know a few things about people, things about them that they don't even know themselves."

The Alpha nodded and walked out of the door, Isaac was right, he needed to know more about Scott, about his brother.

Isaac POV.

He shifted his weight as Derek left. He had heard the loud bangs from Scott; he had heard Derek plead with him without success. When he had stepped forward Scott had reacted, Isaac dint know why but it was good.

He lifted the bandage and revealed the bullet hole in Scott's head. He saw the blood that coated his shaven hair. The wound still wasn't healing. Derek said that it was because it was made by Wolfs bane. He felt with his fingers after the break Scott would have to have from banging his head into the floor serval times.

Scott let out a whimper and flinched when Isaac felt his fingers brush lightly over a bump and the younger beta pulled his hand away like he had been hit over his fingers with a ruler.

Scott had woken up.

"Did you recognize Derek when you first met?" he asked Scott. He had, no; he wanted the older wolf to talk to him, to trust him. They needed it if they were to become pack.

"Yes," was the whispered answer.

Isaac petted the bandage in place again and pulled Scott closer, like he was trying to merge with the other beta. Scott wined when he moved his hands away from his head, his hand shooting out and gripping Isaac tight around the wrist, claws gently scraping the skin it touched.

He let out a small laugh and re-began petting Scott's head.

"You have to talk to Derek at some point, not just about you being a born wolf, but about everything you have been put through since Peter was killed. He needs to know what they did to you."

His eyes flashing golden at the thought of the Argent's, he didn't know why he reacted like that, he just did.

He felt the other teen's eyes on him and when he looked down he saw Scott frowning.

"Derek has told me everything Scott. I was there when you came back from the Argent's. I was there when your heart stopped and I was there when it started again. Scott, I saw what they did to you and I know that you can't have walked away without scars!"

"He wants to help you, but he can only do it if you allow him to. Let him in Scott," he whispered.

He felt Scott move away and let go of the teen.

Scott POV.

"I know," he said to Isaac, "I know."

He moved to sit on the ugly madras. His head hurt, his chest hurt. Everything felt like it did right after the fire. His mother didn't know he remembered everything, just glimpses of red. He had been afraid of fire ever since that.

He had also lied about knowing something was missing. He had known right after the fire who he was, what he was, and despite telling everyone that he did not, Scott remembered everything.

The Argent's didn't know but now his mother knew that they had done him harm and he was happy to not be on the receiving end of an angry Melissa McCall, he knew that his mother would make their life a nightmare.

"Hurt's," he croaked out between clenched teeth. The pain had returned like a wild fire, sharp and fast.

He heard Isaac move to sit beside him and soon after he felt the cool touch of another hand, soon after that the pain he had been feeling was slowly going away, drained and it was leaving him breathless.

"It's okay Scott, but Derek will be back soon and I know he want to fix things between you and him. You both owe each other a second chance Scott. You deserve it, he needs it."

He couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain at Isaac's words. He knew he was right. Derek deserved to know, both about him, the fire and the Argent's. But he didn't want to, it hurt to talk about it, to think about it was bad too.

He shrugged the Beta's hand off him before he could take too much.

"If we're going to have this conversation then both my mother and Derek need to be to hear it. They need to hear the whole truth," he said.

It was time to face the truth.

He also knew that Derek was trying really hard to keep something from him. When he had been in the forest he had smelled something foul, something that had stung his nose so much that the hunters had been able to sneak up on him, something they normally wouldn't be able to do.

"Call Derek, say we both need to talk."

A/N.
Done, yay. I try to slowly move towards season 2 but be aware that it might be slow because right now I'm going to focus on the relationship between Scott and Derek.
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