AN: Let me start this by saying, romance is not my forte. Those of you who've read anything from my oneshot series may be confused by this, but in my defense most of those on shots are either tragic or teasers.
It's just that there's a scene here with Scott and Allison and I meant it to be all sweet and flirty but I think it ended up awkward instead. I am working on writing romance though, so don't lose faith just yet :D
For over a hundred years, the Argent family kept the world safe from the threat of werewolves. They chased the beasts around the world and did whatever they had to in order to protect the innocent from this supernatural threat while also ensuring the secret world remained a secret. The family business forced the Argent family to live a semi-nomadic lifestyle partly to ensure their safety from the creatures of the night that would love to taste Argent blood.
That all changed in August 1908 when Jonathan Argent's wife Constance fell pregnant. This wasn't the first time Constance found herself in this situation, but neither of her previous pregnancies made it to term as she suffered two miscarriages. This time, determined to finally hold a babe in their arms, Jonathan and Constance Argent decided to permanently live in Beacon Hills, California.
So, Jonathan designed a house that would keep his family safe from all supernatural threats.
Jonathan built the Argent Family House in Beacon Hills, California on a parcel of land that was blessed by a priest. The foundations were built with iron and wood from the mountain ash tree. Protective sigils and symbols from different cultures were carved into the walls. All the doors were heavily reinforced and made of mountain ash as well. Various secret passages passed underneath the house leading to safe houses all over town. The house's greenhouse was filled with herbs and plants with supernatural use like wolfsbane, vervain, sage, and there was a big oak tree in the front yard. And every month, a priest would visit the house to bless it.
He'd put every kind of protection against the supernatural tied up all around his house and property. Not just against werewolves either, his family, his children were going to live in this house for generations to come, he wasn't taking any chances when it came to their safety. Hunters in the Argent circle thought him needlessly paranoid and told him as such. Then again, they also believed that werewolves were the only supernatural beings that mattered, other things such as vampires and wendigos were best left to the redneck hunter that popped up every now and then.
Still, when the Argent family house was finally finished two years later, the family often found themselves playing host to hunters in the area.
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Decades passed and the protections around the Argent house stayed strong. The wards were checked regularly and a priest continued to come by. Some members of the family even took it upon themselves to add more protection to the house.
One of the more modern additions to the house were the security cameras hidden in every room of the house. Something Chris Argent was thankful for as he monitored his only daughter who was sitting in the living room with her boyfriend.
Purely for security reasons of course.
His eyes remained glued to the tablet in his hand as he watched the two teenagers on the screen, keeping the video on mute to give his daughter some privacy.
Victoria, on the other hand, didn't seem all that bothered about Allison's boyfriend. She trusted her daughter and knew she wasn't as bold as to try something like that with her parents in the other room. Besides, she knew the effect she had on people when they first met her and the boy would not be foolish enough to do anything disrespectful toward her daughter in her own house.
The hunter collected all the herbs she needed for the healing poultice while proceeding to question her husband.
"What did you find out about the boy?"
Chris turned his attention away from the screen. "He's clear. He made it through the front door no problem. I don't think he even knows about what's really going on in the preserve. Turns out the residents of Beacon Hills are still as adept at ignoring the supernatural as ever."
"And the doctor?"
"All I could get from Scott was that the Hales haven't been by the clinic since he started working there."
Victoria's ice blue eyes shown maliciously as she crushed the herbs in the mortar. "Not surprising after the whole pack of mutts burned six years ago."
Chris shut his eyes for a moment, uncomfortable with how his wife talked about the dead.
"I convinced Scott to call me if any of the Hales show up or anyone asked weird questions to the vet."
"Still," She said, "Keep an eye on him. I doubt he just quit his real job. He could lead us to the beta you shot on the full moon."
With the herbs sufficiently crushed, Victoria wiped her hands on a paper towel and pressed a hidden button on the kitchen counter. There was no click, no flashy lights, no whirring noises as the marble panel on the leg of the kitchen counter popped out and revealed a safe. It was perhaps one of the most expensive things the Argents owned. Top of the line security vault protected by a ten-digit password, a fingerprint scanner, and a voice lock. But considering what was kept inside, Victoria Argent maintained that it was money well-spent.
Not bothering to hide her movements, she typed the password, pressed her right thumb on the scanner, and whispered the Cahill family motto. The safe opened and a light turned on inside the safe revealing its contents. She ignored the tablet and the dirty leather notebook, going straight for the small silver briefcase hidden inside.
"What are you doing?"
Ignoring her husband, Victoria placed the case on the counter. Unlike the vault it was hidden in, this case could be opened by a simple key. A key that lay inside the locket around Victoria's neck. Inside the case sat six gleaming vials filled with a red liquid, and another six vials filled with a more translucent, cloudy liquid. She took one of the vials with the red liquid, uncapped it, and held it over the poultice in the mortar.
Seeing what his wife was about to do, Chris covered the mortar with his hand and pulled it to him.
"You're not seriously giving that to the boy, are you?" He said, "Victoria…"
Hard eyes stared him down as his wife pulled the mortar back to her. She tipped three drops of the red liquid into the poultice and mixed it all together.
"You already gave him some of this, didn't you?"
The look in her eyes told him all he needed to know. His eyes sought the tablet again, except this time, he was looking at the boy, Scott McCall for a different reason. The boy was smiling and Chris had to look away. He looked at his wife as she transferred the poultice into a different jar.
"Why?"
"Relax Chris. This is just the next step. Phase 3."
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Ironically, Scott felt more tense and awkward when he was alone with Allison than when her parents were in the room. He wasn't as bad as Stiles but awkward silences were no less uncomfortable for him. He tried to say something witty or smart or cute to Allison but upon remembering her parents were in the other room, promptly shut them.
Allison, bless her, noticed Scott's unease. "So how'd it go yesterday? Did you and Stiles make up?"
Not exactly something Scott wanted to talk about right now when he was still reeling over what happened.
"No." Scott said, "I mean we talked but… it ended up just making things worse."
"Would you like to talk about it? Is that why you came over?"
Did he? On one hand, it might help him make sense of what happened and come up with a way to fix things if he talked to Allison. How many times has he heard his mom say girls were a lot more intuitive than guys? On the other hand, his fight (was it a fight?) with Stiles felt too personal and sharing it with someone who wasn't Stiles felt like an awful breach of Stiles' trust.
"Yes. No. I mean… I did come here because I wanted to talk to you about it and maybe wait for you to tell me what to do but… I think maybe for now, I should just try and figure it out on my own. At least a little bit. Not that I don't want your help, no it's just… the fight with Stiles was…" He sighed, "It's complicated."
There was a pause and Scott worried that he had offended Allison, but to his relief, she was still smiling at him.
"It's alright, Scott. We can talk about something else, but I am here if you want to talk about it. And if it'll help, I promise to make more of an effort to be friends with Stiles."
The smile on Scott's face at that moment was perhaps the widest it's ever been. He was pretty sure that if he were more confident or her parents weren't just in the other room, he would have kissed her.
"Would you like to hang out? After the game?" Scott said.
"Weren't we already going out with Lydia and Jackson?"
He honestly forgot about that. He wasn't exactly jumping on his feet at spending a whole two hours with BHHS' power couple, even with the extra time he spent training with Jackson, it hasn't changed how much of an ass that guy was. But he couldn't say no to Allison when she suggested it.
"Right, but isn't that only if we win?"
"You'll win. I know you will."
If her words weren't enough, then the smile she sent his way told him how confident she was that Beacon would win the game even with him on first line.
"How?"
Allison smiled, "I've been talking to Lydia and she says that Jackson thinks you're doing really well at practice. Well enough that I am sure the Cyclones will have no problem winning their first game. And if Jackson is throwing you a compliment like that, then it must be true."
Scott didn't even have time to worry about Jackson potentially spilling the beans to Lydia and Allison. He knew Jackson wanted to keep their secret trainings a secret as much as he did. No, he was too stuck on Jackass Jackson, Beacon Hills' biggest jerk, apparently saying good things about him. Secret trainings aside, he and Jackson weren't exactly on good terms.
"Pick up your feet McCall."
"Dammit McCall don't tell me you're going to be this worthless at the game!"
Yeah, not exactly encouraging words.
"Did he actually say that?" He asked.
"Maybe not in those exact words." Allison confessed, "I get the feeling that Lydia may have paraphrased just a little bit. But the message was still the same, Lydia knows him better than practically anyone, she knew what he meant."
Weirdly enough, knowing that Jackass Jackson didn't actually compliment him but implied it so only Lydia understood what he really meant, comforted Scott. Jackson was still a jerk and the earth was still spinning.
"Good." Scott laughed, "For a second there, I thought it was a sign of the apocalypse."
Allison laughed with him and suddenly all the awkwardness the teens felt before were washed away. Talk flowed much freely after that as they drifted from one topic to another. It was fun and exactly what Scott needed to clear his head of everything that was troubling him.