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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Deucalion/Scott_McCall, Isaac_Lahey/Allison_Argent
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Deucalion, Peter_Hale, Isaac_Lahey, Allison_Argent, Agent
      McCall, Melissa_McCall, Sheriff_Stilinski, basically_everyone, Ethan,
      Aiden, Lydia_Martin, Stiles_Stilinski, Chris_Argent, Danny_Mahealani,
      Cora_Hale, Deaton
  Additional Tags:
      Submission, Darkness, Domination, Marking, Blowjobs, SexySex, Underage_-
      Freeform, Begging, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, a_lot_of_other_stuff
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-09-10 Updated: 2013-10-21 Chapters: 7/? Words: 34939
****** Blind ******
by VictoriaWolf
Summary
     Deucalion is broken; he'd never survive on his own. So can Scott
     accept him into his pack? And will Scott's pack accept Deucalion? And
     this new darkness in Scott, how can he possibly deal with it and stay
     himself?
Notes
     So this is all Sakurafox666's fault.
     Yeah in the back of my head I thought that Scott and Deucalion would
     make an interesting couple, and after the midseason finale where
     Derek left I thought he would be a great mentor for Scott. But I'm
     not really into actually WRITING fan fiction that much, I'm more of a
     reader.
     Then I read Sakurafox666's fan fiction titled "After the Fall" and I
     just couldn't get it out of my head. Combine that with the awesome
     drabbles she's doing ("Of Things Learned") and… well I really had no
     choice this must be written. Because Sakurafox666 is my inspiration
     there will probably be considerable parallels (especially in chapter
     one), but I also have my own writing styles and ideas of where things
     are headed and I’ve already spoken to and gotten a green light from
     Sakurafox666 (you’re so great!). Hopefully they will be different
     enough, though in the beginning they are going to be pretty similar
     because she wrote such a great beginning for their relationship!
     Now warnings: I'm a little darker than Sakurafox666, and I promise
     that eventually Scott and Deucalion's relationship should stabilize
     into a relatively 'healthy' one (unless my muses get really grumpy
     and murderie)… but Deucalion is seriously damaged and this is what he
     needs right now.
     Also I've never written explicit material before so I hope ya'll will
     bear with me!
     I listened to "One More Night" by Maroon 5 on repeat basically the
     whole time I wrote this.
  This work was inspired by
      After_the_Fall by Sakurafox666
***** Chapter One *****
Scott slouched in the hospital room chair and tried to get comfortable enough
to sleep. He was used to the sounds of the hospital and Isaac was a comforting
presence in the chair next to him. But the smells of the hospital were
irritating, and he found he was much more attuned to his surroundings now that
he was an Alpha. Each footstep outside the door perked at his senses and roused
him until he could identify the intruder.
As a Beta Scott had been able to push his instincts down and ignore them almost
completely if he wanted to; but now everything was much more vivid and
alarming, Scott found himself constantly searching for a threat. His pack was
injured, weak, and tired as a whole and the hospital didn't feel safe. To top
it all off Scott could feel the darkness swirling around his heart and it made
him want to lash out at everything around him until he was sure that the only
survivors would be his pack. Scott wondered how Allison and Stiles were dealing
with this new dark urge for violence, or if it was something he was feeling
because he was now an Alpha.
Scott looked over at his mom; she was resting and looking pale. Small cuts
littered her face and bandages covered her wrists where she had rubbed them
raw. They were going to keep both her and Stiles' dad overnight at least. They
both had suffered from dehydration and a slew of minor injuries when they were
in the cave in. Allison's dad had escaped going to the hospital through sheer
luck, the EMTs had been more worried about the two people they knew to realize
there was a third patient slipping away. Allison had sent a text to let Scott
know they were home and as far as they could tell Deucalion hadn't gone back to
the penthouse above them.
Scoot took a moment to consider the once Alpha of all Alphas, and he got an
uneasy feeling that something had been off with the other man when he and Derek
had left him alone in the middle of nowhere after their battle. Isaac's eyes
opened a fraction when Scott sighed, making Scott feel like he was keeping the
other wolf up with his fidgeting. "Hey, you can go home if you want." Isaac
offered, looking a little more awake.
"I'm fine." Scott said trying to relax.
"You're twitchy, Stiles is down the hall and I can keep watch and not fall
sleep this time." Isaac said in a self-deprecating tone. "I can guard her and
you need sleep."
Scott tried to avoid looking worried. It wasn't that he didn't think that Isaac
could take care of his mom, it was just his instincts wanting him to stay and
make sure everyone, Isaac included, was safe. Something in him whispered if he
didn't show Isaac he trusted him with this it would cripple what little self-
esteem the abused teen had left. "Okay. I'll check in on Stiles and his dad
before I leave, and I'll be back as soon as I get enough sleep."
The look on Isaac's face was worth the unease Scott felt at leaving. He looked
as though he were being given the most important task in the world and he would
not fail, that purpose squared his shoulders and the confidence Scott was
showing in him made him feel more confident as well. Not much had changed in
their relationship now that Scott was truly an Alpha; it made him realize that
he has always been Isaac's Alpha and that made his chest feel warm and it
pushed at the darkness he could feel surrounding his heart.
As Scott slipped out in the hall he took a deep breath to check for danger; but
the smell of antiseptic covered everything else. The first time Scott had met
Deucalion the smell had completely camouflaged the older wolf, even when Scott
was in an enclosed elevator with him and later when they were physically
touching. The fact that one of his senses was so dulled in the hospital made
him even twitchier and Scott knew that eventually his adrenaline was going to
wear out and he needed to be ready if something else happened. He couldn't
shake the feeling he was just waiting for the other shoe to drop, something was
going to happen soon and he needed to be ready.
Scott looked in on Stiles across the hall to find the sheriff wide awake and
Stiles asleep in the chair, his upper body thrown across the bed and his head
in his arms. Stiles had a mild concussion from the car wreck and he was
officially stuck at the hospital too. His bed was in the same room as his dad's
but apparently that wasn't enough for him. The sheriff had been stabbed and
lost a relatively large amount of blood since he was kidnapped and Stiles had
donated as much as the doctors would let him, which left him even more tired.
Neither of Scott nor Mr. Stilinski spoke but Scott met the sheriff's eyes for a
moment in understanding before nodding and leaving, the sheriff would watch
over his family and let Stiles know that Scott had gone home.
The hospital wasn't far from his house and Scott set off in what Stiles liked
to call his 'lope' mode. It was around the pace of a jog but Scott could go all
day without needing a break and his body moved in a fluid way that was
soothing, Stiles likened it to how real wolves were able to travel.
Under the full moon Scott got some of his energy back and so he was relatively
awake by the time he got home. The second he stepped up to his porch his
adrenaline suddenly spiked and Scott stopped, his eyes flashing red for a
moment as he tried to find what set his instincts off. A shadow further down
the porch consolidated into a human shape under Scotts stare, and the wind
brought the other man's scent a second later.
Deucalion. Scott wasn't conscious of the shift but suddenly he was fully wolfed
out and ready for a fight. He faced Deucalion and a low growl rumbled in his
chest. "I told you to leave."
Deucalion didn't move from where he stood in the shadow. "I... I came to talk."
Scott frowned, partially confused by Deucalion's tone; of all the attributes
that the demon wolf had, being hesitant was never one of them. "Move where I
can see you better." Scott growled taking a threatening step forward. Deucalion
moved slowly taking a step back and to the side so that the full moon
illuminated him.
Scott found that his animosity dropped considerably the moment he could see
Deucalion's body posture and it took him a second to puzzle out why.
Deucalion's eyes were downcast, not meeting Scott's, and he was hunched in on
himself just a little, so that he was smaller and lower than Scott; he was
being submissive. There was something deep in Scott that liked seeing Deucalion
that way and he took a moment to savor the dominant feel.
"What do you want, Deucalion?" Scott asked, his claws and teeth retreating but
his eyes remaining the Alpha red. Even though the human-half of him knew you
could lie with body language the wolf-half of him was appeased by it.
"I'm alone. Omega." Deucalion said, talking to Scott's shoes more than
anything; and Scott could sense it, something in him was saying prey, weak, and
under that the sense that he was damaged. "When the druid healed me she stole
my Alpha power from me. I've never been alone… We aren't meant to be alone."
'Don't you know the lone wolf never survives without a pack?'Scott remembered
Allison's mom saying that once as she tried to kill him.'I've heard the cry of
an Omega, it's a miserable sound. The howl of a lone wolf.'
"I did everything I could to make myself strong, to avoid being weak. I even
turned my blindness into strength." Deucalion didn't even sound proud of that,
just defeated. "I was a man who wanted peace with my sight; and then I became a
man of destruction after losing it. I don't know who I am anymore, who I will
become with my sight restored. I want to join your pack."
Scott realized he should be surprised but he wasn't; something instinctual in
him was already aware that this was why the new Omega had come. When he and
Derek left Deucalion alone in the distillary he had glimpsed the lost look in
his eyes, but that didn't mean that the other man wasn't trying to play him
somehow. Scott took aggressive strides forward and Deucalion held his ground.
His head tilted to the side to expose his jugular and chest through his ripped
shirt, his body getting more submissive until he was kneeling with Scott
standing over him. He looked down on the older man's exposed neck, feeling
their bodies heating the air between them. Deucalion's shirt had blood on it
from where Jennifer had tried to bash his brains in, the injury healed along
with his sight but leaving a stain that traveled to the back of his head as
well. His breath was ragged and Scott found that he liked that his nearness was
affecting the older man, it pleased a deep Alpha need he didn't realize he had.
"Why should I let you join my pack? Why should I offer you my protection?"
Scott whispered. Deucalion shuddered and Scott smelled his arousal.
Yet Deucalion didn't seem surprised that Scott didn't accept him right away.
"The darkness in you, the one you took in your heart to find your mother. It'll
need an outlet." Deucalion tilted his head up slightly, looking up into Scott's
eyes, offering himself. Scott could detect no lie in his heartbeat or his body
posture, just submission and underneath that a deep need.
"Stiles and Allison have the darkness too. We will figure it out together."
Scott said frowning down at Deucalion whose eyes darted down again.
"They are not Alpha werewolves." Deucalion persisted then he sighed. "The first
thing my new eyes looked upon was the monster I had created; a horrible sight
that will haunt me. But the next thing I truly saw was youbecoming a True
Alpha, and that was beautiful. I can help you manage your darkness, so that it
doesn't obscure who you truly are. I want to protect the brightness I saw in
you, that was why I killed Jennifer instead of letting you do it. I want to
help you. You are everything I was looking for when I sought peace, and I
sought to disprove your existence when I lost my faith."
Scott remembered the older man's screams back in when Jennifer had restored
Deucalion's sight. It had sounded like she was killing him for a moment, after
that something seemed broken in Deucalion. As though instead of healing him she
had taken away everything and left him with only the knowledge that he could
never be what he once was, a man of peace. There was a kind of reverence in the
older man's tone when he spoke to Scott, a sort of worship and Scott found he
liked that as well.
Of their own accord his hands were suddenly gripping Deucalion's hair and
dragging his head to the side exposing the muscular juncture between
Deucalion's neck and shoulder, the demon wolf gasped and arousal spiked in the
air between them. Scott slid down to his knees as well, so that one of his legs
slid between Deucalion's muscular thighs until it hit his rock hard arousal.
Kneeling intertwined like that Scott inhaled the sweet perfume that was
Deucalion's need and felt the older man's body shudder against him in reaction.
Scott pulled back to look into Deucalion's blue eyes, still retaining control
of his head through a hold on the older man's slightly longer hair, and growled
eyes turning red. "Mine."
"Yours." Deucalion's affirmed, his voice ragged. "Please."
It was the please that sent Scott over the edge. With a feral snarl his teeth
lengthened back into fangs and he bit the sensitive spot between neck and
shoulder so hard he hit bone, Deucalion cried out and bucked against Scott, his
arousal grinding against Scott's leg. The tangy taste of blood filled Scott's
mouth as he clamped his teeth over his mark and he found his own arousal was
almost as bad as Deucalion's. With a shove Scott sent Deucalion backwards and
he followed him, blood still in his mouth and his eyes pure red. Crouched over
the other man he bent down and licked the wound on his shoulder, not in apology
but to savor the taste. Deucalion moaned again and ground his arousal against
Scott's leg again.
Scott pulled back to look down at his newest pack member and found he was
annoyed with how the man's shirt blocked his view; with a growl he ripped the
already abused shirt the rest of the way down the middle exposing Deucalion's
chest and, my god thatmust bean eight pack, his defined stomach. Deucalion
moaned again, his hands clenched into fists at his side so he didn't grab onto
Scott. Scott looked down at Deucalion's stomach and bent down to lick each
muscle.
"Oh God Scott." Deucalion groaned his voice cracking. The stomach was a very
sensitive spot for them; it was vulnerability, and there are so many nerve
endings there. The muscles under Scott's tongue quivered and jumped as he
lavished the area, scraping his teeth ever so lightly here and there. "Please,
Scott."
There was the please again and now Scott was pulling the older man's pants
down, freeing his swollen cock and exposing him to the night air. Deucalion's
pupils were so wide that Scott wondered if he could focus on anything, even as
he flipped the older man over grabbed his hips and slid him back to grind his
clothed arousal against the other man's exposed ass. Whimpers of need rent the
air and Scott was aware of his own growl in response.
Scott knew Deucalion would let him take him right then and there. On the porch
where anyone could walk or drive by and see. Without lube. Without preparation.
Completely exposed while Scott barely pulled his pants down enough to free his
own straining arousal.
That pure submission and need to please made Scott want to make this good. They
both needed the roughness of domination, but it didn't mean Scott had to hurt
the other man like he would if he just plowed right in. Yet Deucalion didn't
seem to mind or worry as he gasped, bracing himself on his elbows for Scott to
do what he wanted with him. Scott ground against Deucalion one more time before
flipping the other man on his back again.
Deucalion's erection bobbed straight up from his stomach and a look of
confusion passed over his face as Scott backed up to stand over him. "Come."
Deucalion rose shakily to his feet and the second he stood eye to eye with his
Alpha Scott grabbed him by the back of his head and claimed him again, shoving
him roughly against the side of the house with a pelvic thrust that sent
shivers of pleasure running through them both. His actions reminded the other
wolf who was the boss, as though he had forgotten.
"Inside." Scott growled pushing the other man away from the house and towards
the front door. The door wasn't locked and Scott liked stalking Deucalion and
crowding him into the house, as though the other man thought to escape. Without
words Scott herded Deucalion into the kitchen.
Finally inside Scott backed him up against the island and shed his own shirt as
Deucalion sunk to his knees as though he were reading his Alpha's mind. Scott
placed both hands on the island over Deucalion's head as the other wolf reached
up to undo his Alpha's zipper and slide his pants and boxer-shorts down. Scott
stepped out of the last of his clothing and kicked them aside so that they were
now both bare to each other.
Deucalion opened his mouth and engulfed Scott in his slick heat and it was now
Scott's turn to moan in pleasure as the other man let out a growl of
satisfaction. The growl rippled along Scott's length and his vision dimmed with
pleasure. Grabbing hold of Deucalion's hair again he pulled the other man back
and looked down at him.
The once proud demon wolf's lips were swollen from Scott's rough treatment and
the bite marks that claimed him were oozing blood and already starting to
bruise, his pupils were so dilated that his eyes seemed black; he was gorgeous.
With his grip on Deucalion's hair Scott pulled him up and turned him around so
that he was braced against the counter. Scott opened the drawer just to their
right and pulled out some mineral oil he knew was lurking just in their depths,
he had KY up in his room but he didn't know if he could have made it up the
stairs before taking his newest pack member and that almost defeated the
purpose of going inside.
He squirted a good size dollop onto his hand and rubbed it around before
inserting two fingers in to Deucalion's hole. The other man's yelp turned into
a moan of surprised pleasure, he had been expecting Scott to just drive right
into him. Scott stretched the other man and added the third finger as he
reached around to grab onto Deucalion's own neglected member. Scott stretched
the older man until he couldn't take it anymore before he finally maneuvered
his own saliva slicked cock into place.
Scott pushed Deucalion's thigh up and the other man opened himself up further
just as Scott drove into him like he'd been waiting for. Neither of them lasted
long with Scott driving into Deucalion's prostate with each thrust even as his
hands pumped his cock. Deucalion went over the edge with a broken cry of
Scott's name and Scott pulled out spilling his own orgasm all over Deucalion’s
back, claiming him once again in a very primal way.
With their frenzied mating finished Scott found he could think clearer, as
though a haze had been lifted from his eyes and with that clarity exhaustion
hit again. He leaned forward and rested his head in the middle of Deucalion's
back, breathing in the mixture of his and his pack mate's scent. The other man
didn't move beyond the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he panted, trying to
catch his breath.
"Umm…" Scott found he had no idea what to say suddenly, it wasn't as though he
had ever done anything like this before. He pulled back to give the other man
space and while everything had seemed right a moment before it was suddenly
awkward. Running on instinct Scott knew exactly what to do, but now that his
own brain was in charge he had no idea what to do.
Deucalion turned around and in the darkened kitchen Scott couldn't read his
expression without his Alpha vision. "Hold on one sec." Scott mumbled moving
around his kitchen easily, a moment later he returned with paper towels and he
set about cleaning up the mess they had made. It only took him a second to wipe
everything down and throw away the paper towels and he grabbed his clothes off
the floor before he turned to face Deucalion, who hadn't moved a muscle.
Scott looked around the kitchen trying to find a way to relieve the tension,
but his own exhaustion was suddenly pushing at him. Finally Deucalion's
unnatural stillness got Scott's full attention and he cocked his head and
looked at the other man; but without a better light there was no way human eyes
were going to be able to pierce the darkness, so without a thought he flipped
to Alpha vision.
With his Alpha vision he could see the way Deucalion was watching him as though
waiting for any indication of what he should do next, a lost look in his eyes.
"It's getting late and I have to get up early to relieve Isaac at the
hospital."
Deucalion looked up to meet Scott's eyes for a second before they darted down
and away, and he nodded. "I'll… I'll find somewhere to go."
Scott frowned down at Deucalion before realizing two things. One Deucalion
thought he was kicking him out; and two, he couldn't go back to the penthouse
without the Argent's going after him.
Scott remembered when Isaac had shown up soaked and lost, without anywhere to
go, yet not quite sure of his welcome. Derek had explained a long time ago that
a pack needed a den, even when Erica and Boyd were still technically living
with their parents they spent most nights in the abandoned train station rather
than sleep alone in their own beds. They all needed the sense of protection
sleeping together gave them; even Scott had spent some nights at the apartment
in the city with Derek and Isaac, sleeping on the floor in sleeping bags so
they could be near each other. Isaac now slept in Scott's bed more often than
he slept on Scott’s floor in the sleeping bag, or in the guest room that had
been converted into his bedroom.
Peter wasn't welcome to stay at the apartment in the city; despite his pack
member status none of them trusted him enough to let him near them when they
were that vulnerable. Derek was always certain to kick Peter out before any of
them got to tired and uncomfortable, and honestly Peter didn't come to the
apartment that often anyways. Occasionally Derek would go and spend a few hours
out and he always returned smelling of Peter, as though he were spending time
with the crazed wolf so that he didn't come and bother the rest of the pack.
Scott had seen the look on Peter's face one night when they all sat around
looking at maps while searching for Erica and Boyd, as the night wore on and
they all got tired he got an almost hopeful look on his face; but at the end of
the night when everyone was so exhausted they were practically falling asleep
on their feet Derek looked up and flashed red eyes at Peter, 'leave'. Peter
hadn't looked disappointed or sad, just resigned to being on the outskirts of
the pack; as though thinking to himself that at least they let him near them.
Deucalion was wearing the same look on his face that Peter got whenever Derek
kicked him out, resignation. He wouldn't blame Scott for driving him out. In
fact he was expecting it; which is probably why he had frozen, something
instinctual saying that if he didn't move maybe Scott wouldn't notice him and
he could stay. Even now after he thought Scott was kicking him out he didn't
move, pinned underneath Scott's Alpha stare.
All these thoughts skidded through Scott's mind in an instant.
"The bedroom's upstairs." Scott said, stepping back and nodding his head
towards the stairs.
Deucalion's eyes snapped up to his for an instant, a look of desperation and
hope on his face. "I… I can stay?"
Scott nodded and turned his back, making for the stairs so that Deucalion knew
where to go. It surprised him that his instincts were silent even though
Deucalion was walking behind him; then he remembered that in a pack Alpha's
always go first, always lead so that if there was danger they could deal with
it. Exhaustion weighted every one of Scott's footsteps as he made his way down
the hall towards his bedroom, his newest pack mate right behind.
As soon as they entered Scott's bedroom Deucalion froze at the entrance,
obviously unsure as to what he should do next. Scott dug through his pants and
snagged his cell phone, checking for messages, before he set it on his end
table. His shirt and boxer-shorts were tossed unceremoniously into the dirty
clothes hamper, but his pants were left on the floor as 'wear again'. With
everything more or less in its place Scott slid into his bed. Deucalion still
hadn't moved.
Isaac's sleeping bag was on the floor right by the bed, but there was no way
Deucalion was going to be able to sleep surrounded by Isaac's scent. So Scott
sighed and lifted the covers up next to him. "Get in."
Finally with something to do Deucalion was able to enter Scott's domain
completely and he slid into the bed next to Scott with a relieved sigh.
Deucalion turned on his side so that his back was to Scott, though almost a
foot was between them, and proceeded to curl up so that he could make himself
as small as possible. Staying out of the way, something in Scott realized. The
Deucalion Scott had known and fought had been nothing like this meek man beside
him, but Scott realized he never would have been comfortable doing any of the
things they had done tonight if he had still been like he used to be.
When Gerard had blinded Deucalion so brutally he had shattered into a million
pieces; when his own pack had attacked him thinking him weak and blind, it
forged him back into a whole person with sharp ragged edges all around him. But
when Jennifer returned his sight and confronting him with everything he had
wrought she broke him again, but this time Scott had no idea how he was going
to piece himself back together, and what shape he would be in when his
reforging was complete.
With that in mind Scott snaked his arm around Deucalion's waist and tugged him
closer, knowing how werewolves in general craved touch. He left his hand
splayed across Deucalion's stomach even as the other man fit his back against
Scott so that they were flush against each other.
Finally comfortable with each other again Scott drifted to sleep, the full moon
shinning down on both of them through Scott's window.
***** Chapter Two *****
Chapter Notes
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     Thank you Sakurafox666 for being so awesome and the Kudos!
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Vvvvvvv. Scott frowned in his sleep at the annoying sound breaking through a
great dream. He was warm and comfortable, wrapped around someone who smelled
like pack, and there was little in this world that could disturb the sleep he
could still feel tugging at his limbs. Vvvvvvv. His eyes snapped open as last
night came flooding back. Mom!
 
Scott jerked back away from Deucalion’s warm body as he reached backwards and
grabbed his cell phone off his nightstand, answering even as he feel out of the
bed. “Hello?!”
 
“Hey Scott.” Stiles didn’t sound worried, just way too chipper. “We’re ordering
breakfast and everyone wanted to know if you were going to make it to breakfast
or not?”
 
“Is everything okay?” Scott asked; worry still causing his heart to pound in
his chest.
 
“Yeah everything’s fine.” Stiles said, still sounding disturbingly chipper.
“You know apart from me, your mom, my dad, Isaac, Allison, and Allison’s dad
all almost dying in a cave-in and now having to endure hospital food.”
 
Scott closed his eyes in relief for a moment, before something tickled at his
instincts. When he opened his eyes Deucalion was looking down at him, peering
over the edge of Scott’s bed. Something didn’t feel right, and Scott realized
instantly that laying on his back on the floor with Deucalion looking down on
him put him in a vulnerable submissiveposition.Biting back a snarl as his eyes
flashed red Scott bolted upright causing Deucalion to backup instantly, a
nervous whine in his throat.
 
“Scott you okay?” Stiles voice was instantly worried. “Oh God, has something
happened already?”
 
“No, no. I’m fine. Just tired.” Scott said, quick to reassure Stiles even as he
fought to get himself back under control. It surprised him how easy it was to
calm down looming over Deucalion, who was lying back down and panting softly,
his fear filling the room along with his nervous mutters of “sorry”. “I’ll be
over in like thirty minutes, hold a bagel and some eggs for me?”
 
Stiles’ confirmation was cut off as Scott ended the call, still looking down at
Deucalion. His skin was flushed and his eyes were downcast, he had tilted his
head back to expose his neck once more and his arms were tense at his sides;
everything about his bearing screaming submission. He still had blood on his
shoulder from the beating he had taken from Jennifer. The bite from his marking
was still there, healing but much slower because it was an Alpha wound. After a
moment Scott found he could actually breathe and take a step back, his inner
Alpha finally appeased. When he stepped back Deucalion relaxed slightly, his
breathing evening out and his apologies stopping. Now Scott found he was the
one apologizing. “Sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
 
Deucalion still didn’t meet his eyes but his voice was even as he spoke, the
sharp spiky scent of fear fading. “I should have been more careful. Your
control is very good; but I should remember the power, and the urges, are still
new to you.”
 
Scott didn’t know what to say, so he grunted once in acceptance before heading
to the bathroom to shower, brush his teeth, and get his body under control.
 
Finally free of Deucalion’s presence Scott was able to think. As everything
started to rush to the surface he took a deep breath and started sorting things
out, stepping into his shower as he did so.
 
My mom and Stiles’ dad are safe.Scott allowed that to sink in, and muscles he
hadn’t realized were still tense relaxed into an ache that disappeared under
the hot spray of the shower.
 
I am an Alpha now, and Isaac is in my pack.The first part was a lot harder to
deal with then the second. Isaac had felt like pack since Scott and Deaton had
shown him how to take away a dying dog’s pain. Later when he showed up to help
Scott, even as Erica and Boyd ran away, the feeling had cemented into a
certainty. Isaac had begun to feel like his since he showed up soaking wet in
Scott’s room looking for a safe place and ended up curled up in Scott’s bed.
But being an Alpha was a lot more and Scott decided to push that thought down
and away to deal with later.
 
Deucalion is now part of my pack. Again this felt right, as though of course
Deucalion was part of his pack. The only real hitch was going to be figuring
out a way to make the others accept him as part of the pack. Derek had found
one way of dealing with a pack member that the others didn’t trust, and Scott
realized that he didn’t feel that kicking Deucalion to the outskirts of the
pack was a real option.
 
Thinking of both of his werewolf pack mates made Scott realize he could feel
them, teasing at the edge of his awareness like two giant wells of power. Isaac
felt like a steady sparkly flow. There was a slight eagerness to his energy
that reminded Scott of an abused Labrador puppy; all happy wagging tail and
hopeful eyes, but still wary of any slight frown or sign of disapproval. In
contrast Deucalion felt like a deep lake, like the Loch Ness, with monsters
hiding in its cold murky depths; if Isaac was a Labrador puppy Deucalion was a
bait dog for fighting rings. Beaten and starved, covered in scars from his hard
life, he just kept hanging on.
 
This is the power a pack brings. And Scott realized that he wasn’t anywhere
near as tired as he should be, and beyond that strength flowed in him he didn’t
have before. But his pack was damaged, neither members being exactly stable
emotionally speaking.
 
Deucalion required a very different approach then Isaac did. Isaac needed trust
and to feel as though he were being helpful. Occasionally Scott needed to help
Isaac control himself like when he got locked in the closet with Allison or
when he couldn’t stop beating on Ethan. Deucalion needed to be dominated, at
least right now; he was lost and confused and he needed Scott to take complete
control so that he could try and come to grips with everything. Despite this
need Scott had a feeling Deucalion had once been abused by an Alpha and was
expecting similar treatment from him. With how things had been before Deucalion
had joined Scott’s pack it was no wonder he wasn’t sure of his welcome; yet
despite that he had come to Scott and begged to be allowed in.
 
I had mind blowing sex with Deucalion. This last thought made Scott bite his
lip to muffle a groan as he started to harden just thinking about Deucalion on
his knees. Scott suddenly wondered if he was taking advantage of Deucalion’s
current vulnerability. The thought brought a flush over his face and made him
wish a deep hole would open up under his feet and swallow him whole. He had no
idea who he should talk to about this newest development in his life. Normally
he would go straight to Stiles, but Stiles had so much on his plate right now
and Scott found he didn’t want to burden him with this new ‘wolf-thing’ until
he had a better handle on it. If Derek were still around he would go to him,
but Scott didn’t know if he’d be able to answer his phone and this wasn’t
something he wanted to text about.
 
Deaton. Scott suddenly remembered he had someone on his side who was an expert
in werewolves, and whose job was to advise and help him. With a plan in mind
Scott found he could turn the shower off and start his day. He toweled off and
brushed his teeth quickly in the steamy bathroom, eager to get to his advisor
for some much needed advice.
 
When Scott emerged from his bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist,
Deucalion hadn’t moved from the bed. Scott fought down a flush of embarrassment
as he realized Deucalion didn’t have any clothes; what remained of his were
probably still sitting outside. He made brief eye contact with the other man
before opening his drawers and fishing out some old gym shorts.
 
“You’re legs are longer than mine, but these are basically one size fits all.”
Deucalion caught the shorts when Scott tossed them, but made no move to put
them on.
 
“I’m going out for a bit, to the hospital and to run a few errands. You can
shower if you want. I haven’t figured out how to tell everyone you’re on our
side now, so try and stay here unless you have any urgent errands to run.”
Scott looked up to make sure Deucalion was paying attention. “Under no
circumstances are you to hurt anyone is that clear?” Scott flashed red Alpha
eyes at Deucalion to make sure he understood, but Deucalion was already nodding
profusely, eyes skittering down and away from Scott.
 
“I understand.” Deucalion spoke, his tone respectful. “I shall remain here
until you return, and I will not harm anyone.”
 
Scott found that despite feeling like he was taking advantage of Deucalion’s
vulnerable state, the man’s voice made him so hard he almost didn’t care.
“Good.”
 
Scott snagged some boxer-shorts out of the drawer slipping them on even as he
stepped into his jeans from last night. His cell phone was waiting right on top
of a clean t-shirt so he grabbed them both before heading out the door. As he
walked out of his bedroom he looked back to spot Deucalion looking at him with
the strangest expression on his face. Scott filed it away to ask about sometime
as he slipped his t-shirt on over his head.
 
Taking the stairs two at a time he was in the process of shooting Stiles a text
not to wait on breakfast for him when Isaac called him. “Scott, your dad is
here and I’ll try to keep him away from your mom ‘til you get here but please
hurry.” Isaac’s voice broke and Scott could literally feel the tension coming
from the other werewolf through their pack bonds.
 
“Do what you can Isaac. I’ll be there in like five minutes.” Scott promised,
digging his bike keys out of his pocket. Allison’s father had taken the time to
haul Scott’s bike home after slipping away from the EMT’s and Scott was
infinitely grateful he could drive to the hospital instead of running, which
would be harder to explain.
 
Scott pulled into the hospital parking lot four and a half minutes later. He
could feel Isaac’s tension rising even as he rounded the corner. His father
stood with his finger in Isaac’s face as he threatened the young werewolf.
Isaac didn’t look impressed, his face giving away none of his tension; Stiles
stood by his side, looking just as determined and equally unaffected.
 
 “I am a federal agent.” Agent McCall threatened, looming over the teenagers in
his way. “I will have you arrested for obstructing a federal investigation if
you do not move right now.”
 
Scott strode across the hallway and he saw Isaac’s eyes skip to him and the
look of relief in his eyes didn’t transfer to his face, giving nothing away to
the enemy. Scott stepped between his father and his pack, letting them be a
warm well of power at his back. Agent McCall stepped back to give Scott space,
not even realizing he was losing control of the situation with that little
back-step. “My mom is resting; she’s not up for an interview. You can come back
later.”
 
“Scott.” Scott’s father looked him up and down, assessing to make sure his son
wasn’t damaged before a hard look came over his face. “I’m a federal agent and
we still have a kidnapper on the loose.”
 
“You can talk to her later. The doctors don’t think she’s up for visitors yet,
and she’s definitely not up for an interrogation.” Scott looked down up at his
father, braced for the surge or aggression he knew he’d feel meeting his
father’s eyes from a lower submissiveposition. Surprisingly it wasn’t that much
worse than before he was an Alpha, and Scott finally realized the darkness
around his heart didn’t seem to be bothering him as much.
 
Agent McCall looked beyond his son to look at the other boys who were blocking
his way into his ex-wife’s room. Scott didn’t give him an opportunity to voice
his thoughts, stepping forward and bringing his father’s attention back to him
and away from his more vulnerable pack mates.
 
“They are family. They are welcome.” The ‘you are not’ went unspoken, but Scott
could feel the pain rising from his father at the harsh but true words. “If you
give me your card I’ll let her know you came by.”
 
Scott watched the war on his father’s face impassively, his hand held out for
the aforementioned business card. He knew the moment his father decided not to
fight. He ignored the hurt he felt, steaming from the fact that all it took was
a little pressure to keep his father away from his mother, who was recovering
from being kidnapped and almost killed. It’s good that he’s leaving. Scott
thought to himself, his hand closing around his father’s business card as he
watched him walk away. We don’t need him.
 
Once they were sure his father was gone all three boys sighed and relaxed.
“Thanks Isaac.” Scott said clapping his Beta on the shoulder.
 
“Dude, your dad is a dick.” Stiles said as he shook his head, rubbing the back
of his neck and looking down in an effort to get rid of some of his nervous
energy.
 
Scot saw the slight wince that crossed Stiles’ face and he felt a comfortable
protectiveness well up in his chest again. “How’s your head and neck?”
 
Stiles looked up at him, rolling his shoulders. “A little sore, but I’ll heal
with the normal human slowness. Now my stomach on the other hand…” Scott’s eyes
dropped instantly to his best friend’s stomach, trying to see if he had missed
some injury when he had looked over Stiles earlier. “It is so empty, pretty
soon I’ll be nothing but skin and bones.”
 
Scott laughed as he relaxed; his hand still on Isaac who hadn’t quite calmed
down. “Well, where’s the food I rushed here for?”
 
Stiles made a face before heading to his and his father’s hospital room. “I’ll
grab it and bring it in, Dad’s sleeping.”
 
Scott didn’t respond as he looked at Isaac, who was still way more nervous than
he should be. “What’s up Isaac? You okay?”
 
Isaac nodded as he looked over at Scott. “I’m really glad you came, I couldn’t
have kept him out much longer.” Scott knew that wasn’t all that bothered his
Beta, and he waited for a moment; knowing that Isaac would crumple and tell
him. “I feel different.”
 
Scott’s thoughts flashed instantly to Deucalion and he realized that Isaac
could feel the shifting in the pack. “Different bad or good?”
 
Isaac frowned as he tried to think of a way to describe his feelings. Before he
could answer Stiles was back carrying four trays of food, Scott opened the door
to his mother’s room as Stiles approached and he shot Isaac a look that said
‘hold that thought’. Once they were all in Melissa’s room Scott’s eyes went
immediately to his mother, his eyes scanning her before looking at the various
machines recording her vitals.
 
“There you guys are. I thought you had forgotten about me and left me to
starve.” Scott’s mom looked at the teenagers she had basically adopted with a
slight frown on her face. “Everything okay?”
 
Scott forced a smile even as he strode forward and gave his mom a kiss on the
top of her head. “Dad came by.” Melissa looked at her son, searching to check
and see if he was okay. “I told him you weren’t ready for an interview and sent
him on his way. He left a card.”
 
Hurt spiked Melissa’s scent and Scott knew she was feeling exactly what he was,
irrational hurt that his father didn’t care enough to insist yet grateful they
didn’t have to deal with him. Melissa put on a smile as forced as her son’s
before looking to Stiles, who had at this point handed half the food trays to
Isaac. “Is that hospital food?”
 
Stiles brandished one tray, leaning forward to present his offerings for her
inspection. “I give you… yellow mush and some relatively dirty looking gray
mush.” Stiles face twisted up in a disgusted expression, putting on a show to
lighten the mood.
 
Stile’s goofing around had the desired effect and they all laughed at his
antics. “I think that’s eggs and oatmeal.” Melissa identified helpfully.
 
Isaac handed Scott his tray and Scott settled in the same chair he had tried to
sleep in the night before. His own food didn’t look any more appetizing, but at
least there didn’t appear any way to really ruin a bagel. With a game smile on
he dug into his bagel… with appeared to have been made a year ago and was so
unappetizing mold just refused to grow on it. As he tried to chew the lump of
food in his mouth that appeared to be attacking his teeth in revenge, he caught
Isaac’s face just as the other boy bit into a mass of eggs. Horror crossed
Isaac’s face as he fought to swallow the slimy powdered eggs.
 
“Mmmmmm.” Melissa just nodded at him, her expression saying she didn’t buy any
of it.
 
“Good huh?” Stiles asked, his eyebrows rising at the look both werewolves had
on their faces.
 
“Ugh.” Isaac said, finally giving up on the eggs and spitting them back on his
plate. “They are like slimy chalk! Sorry Scott I just couldn’t take it
anymore.”
 
Scott nodded even as he tried to expel the wad of bagel from his own mouth.
Looking down at the bite of bagel he realized it just looked more compact… not
exactly smaller like he had been eating it at all. “Okay I’m making a vending
machine run. Isaac?”
 
Stiles looked confused when Scott asked Isaac to go with him and not his best
friend. Scott made eye contact with him and using years of friendship was able
to convey several difficult concepts all at once. Isaac had been trapped in
that hospital room all night, Scott couldn’t leave his mom alone, and Stiles
could make his mom laugh and help keep her mind off of everything. Stiles
nodded imperceptibly and Scott felt instantly better, his and Stiles friendship
feeling like the one stable thing in his life.
 
Once out in the hallway Scott swung in and poked his head into the Stilinski’s
hospital room to check and make sure the sheriff was safe and asleep. Satisfied
that everything was as it should be he headed towards the vending machines with
Isaac trailing slightly behind him. As they stood and looked at all the choices
Scott shot Isaac a sidewise look. “Different how?”
 
Isaac didn’t seem surprised at the question he just looked to meet his Alpha’s
eyes. “I feel… stronger. I mean I felt stronger the moment you became a True
Alpha, I felt it even in the middle of being buried alive, but this is
different. It’s like when Boyd became part of Derek’s pack, back when I was
part of his pack too. But amplified… more like when Peter came back from the
dead and became part of Derek’s pack.”
 
Scott nodded, trying to figure out if this was the best place and way for Isaac
to find out about Deucalion’s joining the pack. He fed money into the vending
machine and pushed buttons to make his choices. “Is that all?”
 
Isaac shook his head. “You also feel different.” Scott’s eyes met Isaac’s in a
silent inquiry. “Last night, you were all sharp and you kinda felt like a
thundercloud about to spit lightening everywhere. It was part of the reason I
suggested you go home, I kinda felt like you were going to explode. But now
you’re more like you used to be… less dark and dangerous. Not that you’re not
dangerous just…” Isaac’s expression was becoming more and more frustrated as he
tried to explain everything.
 
Scot settled Isaac down with a hand on his shoulder. “I was going to head and
talk to Deaton. I think he might have some answers… But I don’t really want to
leave mom alone. Could you stay for a little while longer? You could cat nap if
you want… I just need someone here incase my dad comes back or mom needs
anything.”
 
Isaac nodded; that hopeful look on his face again. “I can handle it. You do
what you need to.”
 
Scott gave a reassuring squeeze to his Beta’s shoulder, and he could feel Isaac
brighten at this show of trust and camaraderie. Scott grabbed some of the
goodies from the base of the vending machine and handed them to Isaac before
grabbing the rest of them and turning to head back to his mom’s room.
 
They walked down the hall and Scott noticed how the nurses watched them
surreptitiously, only then did he realize that they were walking too close for
two heterosexual male teenagers; at least it would be too close if they were
both human. Scott continued walking with Isaac, close enough to feel each
other’s body heat. He wasn’t willing to move farther away from Isaac just for
proprieties sake. Especially considering he really wanted to bump his shoulder
periodically against his Beta’s shoulder, using touch to reassure him.
 
Stiles had commented that Scott had become more physical since becoming a
werewolf, and Allison had mentioned it once or twice. Scott had never really
paid attention before but he found he needed to constantly touch his pack
mates, human and werewolf alike, and it had gotten worse now that he was Alpha.
Even when he was a Beta he and Isaac had a tendency to sleep in the same bed
most nights, though there was nothing sexual between them or about it.
Something else to talk to Deaton about once he finally made it over to his
mentor’s office.
 
Scott opened the door to his mother’s hospital room and smiled at the look on
her face. She was laughing at something Stiles had just said and for the first
time in a long time she looked carefree. “Your valiant hunters have returned
and brought you a bounty of spoils.” Scott called out, dragging Stiles and his
mother’s attention to the werewolves entering the room. Both Stiles and Melissa
were instantly in on the game and they clapped looking delighted at the
‘spoils’.
 
“I call dibs in the Doritos!” Stiles said lunging forward to snag the red nacho
cheese bag out of Isaac’s hands.
 
“I’m feeling kinda like I want chocolate… Oooo!” Melissa exclaimed her hands
reaching out, trailing IV lines and wires, to pick out the bag of Oreo minis.
 
Scott gave up the prize easily, which left him with a bag of animal crackers.
He handed them over to Isaac, who still retained possession of a bag of Ritz
and peanut butter cracker sandwiches. “Here.” Isaac didn’t hesitate to add to
his meager meal, knowing he was going to be stuck at the hospital while Scott
would have time to grab food later.
 
“I gotta run out and check on some things, Mom. Do they know when they are
going to release you?” Despite his words Scott settled back into what he was
beginning to think of as his chair. Isaac settled in the chair right next to
Scott and threw his leg over Scott’s armrest before he started to tear into his
own bag of food with a vengeance.
 
Melissa looked up from trying to open her Oreos and smiled when Scott reached
over and opened them for her. She didn’t seem to think it was weird that her
son and Isaac were so close to each other and that made Scott feel much better.
“Probably first thing tomorrow morning. They would release me today but I was
pretty dehydrated, and they know the only reason that the sheriff is not being
a pain in the butt is because I’m here too.”
 
Stiles nodded his head emphatically. Both he and his father hated hospitals and
Stiles knew the second they released Melissa his father would be pounding down
the door to get out; despite the fact that he had been stabbed and she just was
a little dehydrated.
 
“Do you need anything?” Scott asked looking around the room, trying to spot
something that his mother might need.
 
“A book would be great, maybe some playing cards, and most definitely a tooth
brush.”
 
Scott nodded instantly. “I’ll swing by the house and grab them. I’ll drop them
off before I run the rest of my errands.” The chance to go by his house and
check on Deucalion was just too much to pass up.
 
Despite having a list of things to do Scott stayed in the room with his family
and friends for almost a whole hour, letting the normalcy of their interactions
wash over him. Finally satisfied they would be alright Scott clapped Isaac on
the shoulder once more and left.
 
Once outside Scott started to climb onto his bike before the scent of his
father registered. His father had been near his bike recently and he had
touched Scott’s helmet, leaving his scent on it so that Scott couldn’t help but
smell it. The scent of his father set Scott’s hackles up and made him feel like
he was lurking around the corner. He did a quick circuit around the hospital,
searching to make sure his father wasn’t just waiting for him to leave.
 
Scott didn’t feel quite right leaving the hospital after that; but he needed to
check on Deucalion, get the stuff for his mother, and talk to Deaton. With
those goals in mind Scott forced himself to turn out of the parking lot and
head home, to the demon wolf waiting there.
***** Chapter Three *****
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Scott pulled up to his house and took his helmet off, taking a deep inhale
through his nose to check his surroundings. It didn’t appear as though anyone
had been near his house, and he felt tension leave his shoulders. It had
occurred to him on his ride home that his father might have gone by the house
to wait for Scott there. Explaining Deucalion to his father would have been
hell.
 
As Scott mounted the porch steps to his house a pile of clothing caught his
eye. Deucalion’s shirt lay in two pieces; as Scott moved closer he could see
that at least his pants had survived mostly intact. He scooped Deucalion’s
clothing up in his arms to carry in and got a whiff of Deucalion’s arousal from
last night. This was apparently all it took to make Scott so hard it became
difficult to walk.
 
Get a hold of yourself. Scott chastised himself, but that just made it worse
because something dirty in him whispered. Make Deucalion take a hold of you.
 
Scott leaned heavily against the house taking deep breaths of clean air through
his mouth as he held Deucalion’s clothes down and away. It took him an
obscenely long amount of time to get his erection to go down to a manageable
level. Finally back in control he opened the door and walked into his house.
Scent once again assaulted Scott and caused his body to react without his
permission, but this time it was the delicious aroma of breakfast and his
stomach was the body part reacting. Intrigued, Scott followed his nose to the
kitchen and he stopped in the doorway, shocked at the sight before him.
 
Deucalion was cooking in the kitchen.
 
He was dressed in Scott’s gym shorts, which came up above his knees where they
would hang mid-shin on Scott, and nothing else. His hair was clean and the
blood gone from last night so Scott assumed he had showered after he left to go
to the hospital. The bite mark on his shoulder was just a bruise now and Scott
knew it would probably be done healing in the next couple of hours.
 
Deucalion’s muscles moved fluidly under his skin as he used precise movements
to flip what appeared to be omelets into the air. A peaceful expression was on
his face, along with a slight smile around his mouth. It was obvious he was
enjoying himself immensely. Scott saw that there were already three omelets on
a large plate, but it didn’t appear as though Deucalion had any intention of
slowing down in his cooking frenzy. At least until he spotted Scott standing in
the doorway and came to a stuttering halt.
 
Scott watched as Deucalion’s skin flushed with embarrassment, although he
couldn’t figure out what had embarrassed the other man. At a loss, Scott just
stared at Deucalion; who was back to looking down and away. He moved further
into the room and watched as Deucalion’s muscles bunched as he fought the
instinct to retreat.
 
He made a big show of inhaling before commenting. “That smells amazing, mind if
I have some?”
 
The other werewolf nodded rapidly, eager to please. “Do you want one of the
omelets I already made? Or something in particular?”
 
“These two look good. Can I have them?” Scott said, indicating two of the
omelets already laid out.
 
Deucalion shot him another one of his unreadable looks before turning around to
get a plate for Scott. The Alpha took that opportunity to sidle up to the
island and pull out one of the two barstools. He was sitting down by the time
Deucalion set a plate in front of him, the omelets steaming and looking
delicious.
 
Scott pushed down his discomfort at being waited on in his own home, his mother
having instilled some very firm beliefs about being a good host. He knew if he
took over the cooking two things would happen. One, he would ruin all the
lovely food Deucalion was making because he was awful at cooking; and two, he
would be taking away something Deucalion liked doing just because it made him a
little uncomfortable.
 
Scott took a bite of omelet and didn’t have to fake his moan of pleasure. “Wow,
this is amazing.” Deucalion looked genuinely pleased, the ghost of a smile
tugging at his lips. “Where did you learn to cook like this?”
 
Deucalion shrugged his shoulders. “My father taught me. I used the knowledge to
put myself through college.” Scott nodded, making a nonsensical sound of
encouragement around another bite of omelet. Deucalion turned back to making
another omelet for himself and Scott could hear a hint of pride in his voice.
“I was a chef at a little place on campus. I made it into a hot spot, and the
owners paid me handsomely for it.”
 
“What’d you major in?” Scott said, in between swallowing one bite and getting
another into his mouth.
 
Deucalion stilled, and Scott’s nose burned at the sharp spike of pain coming
from the other man. At first Scott thought he had burned himself the smell of
pain was so strong, but as the other man spoke he realized he had just touched
on a very painful memory. “I was a double major. Political science and
philosophy. I had to drop out before I got my degree. After the bite.”
 
Scott tried to come up with a way to break the thick tension clouding the room
but he just didn’t know what to say. Deucalion went back to cooking and Scott
just wished that that hole would hurry up and open underneath him. “Well, I
can’t cook. So this is just perfect. I couldn’t really stomach the hospital
food.”
 
Deucalion finished making his second omelet and Scott had slowed his steady
inhale of food to try and make breakfast last. “Does your mom cook?” Deucalion
asked, his voice hesitant.
 
“Mom is a great cook.” Scott acknowledged. “She makes the meals when she’s
home, but we end up with a lot of take-out and delivery ‘cause of her shifts at
the hospital. I think you’re probably better though.”
 
Deucalion set about cleaning up the mess he made cooking, though it appeared as
though he had been picking up along the way as well. Scott watched as Deucalion
moved with ease around the kitchen and he found he really enjoyed the fact that
the other man was cooking in his kitchen. There was something soothing about
watching Deucalion move.
 
It was only a small step from that thought into the dirty thoughts that seem to
lurk just on the edge of his brain whenever Deucalion was around. Scott
swallowed the bite of food in his mouth and shifted in his seat, his arousal
uncomfortable in its former position. He tried to think of a way of leaving the
kitchen before Deucalion caught his scent; but it was too late, the other man
turning around with a flush already spreading across his skin.
 
Deucalion’s eyes were already dilating and Scott lost his inner battle to try
and leave the second he caught the scent of the other man’s arousal. There was
a loud scraping sound as Scott pushed back from the island and his stool
skidded across the kitchen floor, already advancing on his newest pack mate.
Deucalion stood still as Scott stalked towards him and then he slid to his
knees, there in the kitchen again, as soon as Scott rounded the island to face
him.
 
Deucalion on his knees should come with a warning label.Scott thought in a haze
as the other man’s hands were once again pulling his zipper down. For mature
audiences only.
 
Scott put his hands on Deucalion’s shoulders as soon as his erection was free,
urging him forward. Deucalion didn’t really need the prompting, as his sinful
mouth once again engulfed Scott. All the new Alpha could do was hold on; his
eyes squeezed shut at the amazing sensation. Deucalion’s tongue alternated
between pressing firmly on the underside of Scott’s cock and curling ever so
slightly in a rolling way that made him groan.
 
Scott opened his eyes, which had gone back to Alpha red, and looked down at
Deucalion. His head was bobbing up and down Scott’s cock slowly, working it
further and further down his throat. Every time he retreated to where Scott was
almost out completely in the cold kitchen air, then he’d flick his tongue
around Scott’s head. His cheeks were hollowed, making his face even more
angular. He was making these amazing noises and Scott fought hard not to thrust
into his mouth eagerly, trying to allow Deucalion to set the rhythm.
 
Last night their mating had been a primal frenzy, and there was some of that
here too. But this time there was something else that Scott couldn’t explain.
Deucalion looked up, his own eyes glowing blue, and Scott lost the ability to
control himself. His hands rose from Deucalion’s muscled shoulders and gripped
his hair, tilting his head back even as he started thrusting deeper into
Deucalion’s mouth.
 
His blunt head hitting the back of Deucalion’s throat made him lose his rhythm
for a moment, his knees starting to buckle. Deucalion’s hands came up and
steadied him, resting lightly on his hips, supplying enough pressure to help
Scott stand but not trying to dictate Scott’s thrusting in any way. That was
the first time Deucalion had touched Scott and Scott found he liked his firm
long fingers on him. He growled his approval and started thrusting faster and
deeper, still looking down into the demon wolf’s icy blue eyes. Deucalion made
a soft needy sound in the back of his throat just as Scott made a deep thrust
and it sent him over the edge, spilling his seed down the other man’s throat.
 
Scott released Deucalion’s head as he leaned back and gripped the counter, his
breathing ragged. Red eyes still locked on blue. The other werewolf didn’t pull
back immediately, milking Scott as he started to soften. They were both
flushed, skin covered in a light sweat, the air filled with the scent of sex.
Scott watched Deucalion’s swollen lips healed and returned to normal. They
stared at each other for a little while, neither feeling the urge to move.
After a long time Scott reached down and pulled his pants back up from where
they rested slightly above his knees. “I… uh. I gotta get some stuff for my
mom. Thanks for breakfast and… yeah.”
 
God. Could I be anymore awkward? Scott thought to himself. Deucalion didn’t
seem to mind Scott’s abrupt departure. Nodding and getting up in a fluid
movement, he turned away from Scott to walk around the island to get to his own
cooling omelets. Scott felt his skin flush and hoped that the scent of sex
would hide his embarrassment; now it was his turn to look down and away, his
eyes skittering around to avoid Deucalion. He pulled some playing cards out of
the drawer to his left and scurried into the living room to grab a book.
Overall he was on his bike and headed back to the hospital less than a minute
after the mind-blowing blowjob.
 
It didn’t even occur to him until he was at the hospital.
 
He had left Deucalion wanting and unsatisfied, taking the blowjob without even
thinking about the other man’s arousal beyond how it turned him on.
 
I am the worst person on the face of the planet. Suddenly he recalled that
Deucalion was vulnerable and he didn’t want to take advantage of the other man.
Sure, I have all these principles, but a dirty thought enters my head and they
all disappear.
 
Scott was at a loss, how could he make this right without taking advantage of
Deucalion even more? I need to talk to Deaton. Hopefully the druid would have
some ideas on how to help Deucalion, if he could stomach being around Scott
after how he had been acting.
 
The ride to the hospital, while short, had ‘aired’ him out enough that he no
longer smelled of Deucalion and sex; but there was nothing he could do about
the fresh scent of shame, he’d just have to hope Isaac was nose dead after all
his time in the strong smelling hospital.
 
The trip home and back to the hospital hadn’t even taken an hour so Scott knew
no one would be suspicious. He entered his mom’s hospital room and felt a
moment of pure panic seeing the empty hospital bed. He turned around, his heart
in his throat, and rushed to the Stilinski’s room across the hall.
 
Everyone was gathered around the sheriff’s bed, relaxed and talking; Scott
sagged against the doorframe in instant relief. His sudden movements had Isaac
looking up, half standing with hands curled by his side as though he were
preparing to deal with a threat. Isaac relaxed as well the moment he recognized
Scott. “Hey, we’re in here.” Isaac said sheepishly, picking up on Scott’s
anxiety.
 
“I can see that. Give me a heart attack why don’t you?” Scott teased, hand
clutched to his chest.
 
“Can werewolves have heart attacks?” Stiles’ dad asked, his eyebrows raised in
inquiry.
 
Isaac and Scott shared a look before shrugging at the same time. “I have no
idea. Let’s not try and see first-hand, huh? I brought the cards and stuff for
mom.”
 
Scott raised the bag in his hand, presenting the prize. Melissa smiled at her
son.
 
“Why don’t you just drop it off in my room? I know you have other things to get
to.” She rose suddenly and walked over to him, the IV cart trailing behind her.
She engulfed her son in a hug and he couldn’t help but squeeze her back,
conscious of his strength. “I love you.”
 
Scott blinked away tears as he pulled back. “I love you too, mom.”
 
He cleared his throat before tossing everyone a half wave and backing out of
the room. Isaac and Stiles had looks on their faces that bespoke of loss, and
Stiles reached over unconsciously to grab his dad’s hand. It suddenly struck
Scott that he was the only one in the pack who still had a mom, and he almost
couldn’t leave her side. Talking to Deaton is important, he promised himself as
he went back out to his bike.
 
It wasn’t until he pulled outside of the animal clinic that he realized his
boss might not be at work after everything that happened, but he had no idea
where Deaton lived. The door opened when he tried it, even though the sign was
flipped to closed, and he breathed out a sigh of relief.
 
“Deaton?” Scott called as he entered the clinic, the bells chiming over the
door.
 
“Scott?” Deaton came from the back, his sleeves rolled up to his forearms.
“Perfect, I need your help.”
 
All his own problems were instantly less important. “What’s up?” Scott asked,
moving to open the gate and letting himself in. It wasn’t until he was heading
in the back of the clinic that it occurred to him that the mountain ash in the
office had never tried to keep him out.
 
“Nothing serious, just need another hand with a stray. Someone dropped it off
in a crate and I can’t get it out. It keeps trying to bite me.” Deaton said
reassuringly. “I recognize it from that apartment building downtown. We tried
catching him a couple of times and it was just too wily. Remember? Stilinski
arrested those kids for shooting at it with BB guns?”
 
Scott remembered that he and Deaton had spent days trying to round up the dog
for medical attention. They had even placed reward posters all over the
apartment complexes for the capture of the dog so that they could help it, but
no one had been able to get their hands on it until now. Remembering how the
kids hadn’t even been sorry about shooting a defenseless dog made Scott angry
all over again. This had happened almost two years ago, shortly after Scott
started working with Deaton and well before being bitten. It had upset Scott so
much that he still had dreams where he was trying to catch the dog. He could
see the dog ghosting out of sight, just out of reach.
 
Deaton led Scott all the way to the back of the clinic. On the floor in the
middle of the examination room was a metal crate with a very skinny dog
snarling inside. “I was able to drag the crate in, but I can’t get it open.
Somebody must have seen one of the old posters, but they didn’t stay for the
reward.”
 
Scott could smell the terror pouring off the lab mix from the crate; it filled
the room with a sharp scent that made Scott want to sneeze. “Yeah, no problem.”
He let out, relieved that it wasn’t anything life threatening or supernatural.
 
He hunkered down in front of the crate and the mutt in front of him snarled,
trying to intimidate him. Scott knew he could just flash red eyes and it would
cow the terrified dog into submission, but instead he sat near the crate and
focused on being a soothing presence. He faced the door, turning his side to
the crate before resting against it so that he could feel the cool bars through
his shirt. Then he settled in for a long wait.
 
The dog wouldn’t have trusted a human, but as Scott’s scent permeated the area
around the crate he saw the dog start sniffing. The snarling slowly decreased,
until finally the dog looked at him panting with stress and confusion. Still
Scott didn’t move, facing away from the crate he was less threatening and the
dog slowly sunk down before inching closer, trying to get a better whiff of the
strange creature next to it.
 
Once the dog was slightly calmer, more focused on its curiosity then its fear,
Scott used slow but confident movements to open the crate door. The dog watched
him warily but didn’t lash out, ready to trust the animal it could sense
beneath Scott’s skin. Using the same slow but confident movements he reached
out and stroked the dog’s chest, careful to stay away from its throat which
could be threatening. The dog froze under his hands, trying to decide what to
do.
 
It took several moments of stroking but Scott felt the dog slowly relax. When
he judged it the right time he withdrew his hand. The dog watched his hand go
before letting out a low whine in complaint. It took two hesitant steps forward
and Scott leaned back in invitation. That was all it took and the dog was in
Scott’s lap whining and wiggling for attention.
 
Scott smiled up at Deaton, who was hanging out on the other side of the room to
avoid upsetting the delicate relationship forming. Deaton returned the smile.
“How does it look?”
 
Scott ran his hands over the dog, careful to keep the pressure light and
pleasurable. The dog didn’t seem to mind; literally turning to sit in his lap
before through itself back to lean against him, exposing its belly while
protecting its back. Scott dodged to avoid getting a black eye from the back of
the dog’s head as it whipped around trying to lick him.
 
“It’s a boy, and he’s all skin and bones. I can feel bumps that could be the
BBs and several that could be broken bones that healed wrong. He doesn’t appear
to have any open wounds, but he’s definitely got fleas and he needs a bath.”
Scott assessed, literally seeing the fleas roaming on the dog. “It’s obvious
that at some point he was loved and cared for.”
 
Deaton nodded, agreeing with Scott’s assessment from what he could see from
across the room. “Will he let you pick him up?”
 
To test it out Scott slowly closed his arms around the dog, ready to loosen his
hold if the dog appeared to be panicking. Finally exposed to all the love and
attention he had been craving the dog didn’t appear to care what the werewolf
did, as long as he didn’t stop petting him. “I think so. Want to give him a
bath now?”
 
Deaton went over and turned on the water in the little tub they had in the back
of the room, running his hands under the water until it was warm. “All set.”
 
Scott braced himself and went about picking the dog up. The dog stilled in his
arms, going limp even as his tail picked up speed; the vicious dog from earlier
nowhere in his demeanor. When Scott set him in the bathtub he slipped a short
leash on to make sure he didn’t try to jump out of the tub. Deaton stood on the
other side of the tub, ready to retreat if the dog appeared threatening in
anyway. The stray didn’t appear to remember trying to take the vet’s hand off
earlier and he wiggled in the tub, excited and whining to be petted.
 
Soon the dog had all the attention he could ever care for, both werewolf and
human rubbing him as they worked the flea shampoo into a lather in his fur.
“So…” Deaton trailed off, looking at Scott over the dog’s back. “Not that I’m
not grateful for the help, but why’d you stop by? I thought you’d be with your
mother at the hospital.”
 
The reminder of why Scott was there made him sigh and his cheeks started
heating up. The dog in the tub turned and tried to lick Scott in the face,
worried for him. Deaton turned the water off but kept his hands on the dog,
letting the flea killing shampoo work. “Let me start from where I left you?”
 
Deaton nodded, and Scott launched into finding the Nemeton and luring Jennifer
to the distillery. Deaton listened silently as Scott told him about the fight,
only raising his eyebrows when he got to the part about Derek tricking Jennifer
into healing Deucalion. He asked a few questions when Scott told him about
breaking the mountain ash circle, asking about how it felt. This gave Scott the
perfect opportunity to mention the counter.
 
“Why can I cross the mountain ash in the front desk? I never thought about it
but it’s never given me any trouble.”
 
Deaton let a faint smile cross his face. “I never wanted to keep you out. The
mountain ash circle is mine, so it lets in the creatures I want in and keeps
the creatures I want out, out.” Scott frowned as he recalled the time Stiles
drew a mountain ash circle and trapped everyone in the club; they had to break
the circle in order for Derek to come to Scott’s aid. Deaton seemed to read his
mind. “It takes a tremendous amount of concentration to be able to make a
circle semipermeable; if Stiles had tried there is a good chance it never would
have worked.”
 
With one of his many questions answered Scott continued his tale, even as they
turned on the water and started washing the shampoo out of the dog’s fur. He
told Deaton about how Deucalion killed Jennifer and then how they decided to
let Deucalion go with a warning. Scott told him about getting everyone to the
hospital and about the differences he noticed about being an Alpha. The
darkness caused a few more questions from the curious vet.
 
For the most part he just let Scott tell him about everything without prying.
They were finally getting to the part where Scott left the hospital and headed
home and Scott faltered in his tale. Rather than push the uncomfortable
teenager Deaton turned the water off and indicated for Scott to put the stray
on the examination able.
 
As Scott carried the dog to the table Deaton gathered two towels, handing one
to Scott. They set about gently drying the dog, Deaton using this opportunity
to check the dog over more thoroughly. “Hold him here; I’m going to check for a
microchip.”
 
Scott stood there alone in the room with the dog, gathering his thoughts. There
was almost no chance that the lab mix would have a microchip, his boss was just
giving Scott some space to decide what he wanted to tell him. Deaton came back
in a few minutes later and Scott turned to face him. “Deucalion was waiting for
me at my house when I got home from the hospital.”
 
Deaton stopped walking, just stopped mid stride to stare in surprise at Scott.
“Did you kill him?” There was no judgment in Deaton’s tone, just a kind of
hesitation.
 
Scott shook his head no rapidly. “No… I, uh… He asked to be part of my pack…
and I, uh… I accepted him.” God, my face is on fire.
 
Deaton didn’t seem to know what to do with Scott’s admission, and it became
obvious he knew exactly why Scott was blushing. “You marked him?” Scott nodded,
no longer able to face his mentor. “Did you…?” Scott nodded rapidly, hoping
Deaton didn’t continue.
 
“Well.” The word seemed to expand between them, and Scott had never wanted to
disappear more than he did right now. “How did he seem?”
 
Of all of the things Deaton could have said that was perfect. It hit the nail
on the head, bringing up the very thing Scott needed to talk to him about.
 
“He doesn’t seem like himself at all!” Scott exploded, not realizing how much
it bothered him. “He barely moves unless I tell him what to do. He doesn’t meet
my eyes, always looking down and away. When he does meet my eyes there is this
hesitancy like he’s worried I’m going to explode on him. Though I did earlier
this morning.”
 
Deaton raised his eyebrows at Scott, who was finally able to look up at his
advisor. “I fell out of the bed when the phone rang and when I looked up and he
was looking down on me. I mean he was just checking to see if I was okay… I
think. But I couldn’t help myself, I reacted and he just laid there.”
 
“Being submissive.” Deaton supplied. Scott nodded. “And it calmed you down?”
 
Another nod. “But it’s not just that. Around him I…” Again Scott felt the blush
creep up his face. “I’m worried I’m taking advantage of him.”
 
Deaton didn’t dismiss Scott’s feelings; he just looked thoughtful as he strode
forward to finally scan the dog for a microchip. It surprised them both when
the reader did in fact pick up a microchip. “Huh.” Deaton commented, taking the
reader over to the computer. He shot a quick e-mail to the microchip company,
letting them know he had a dog with their chip in him and sending a description
along with the identification numbers. Finally he turned to face Scott, who had
remained near the table where the dog was now lying in a pool of towels.
 
“Jennifer took away his Alpha powers when she healed him.” It was more of a
statement then a question but Scott nodded anyways, eager for Deaton to explain
everything to him. “He’s an Omega.”
 
“That’s what he said last night.” Scott confessed confused. “He said he was an
Omega because he didn’t have a pack anymore, he said he needed a pack.”
 
“But he’s still an Omega.” Deaton told Scott, using the leading tone that
indicated he was trying to get Scott to come up with his own answers.
 
Scott knew it would be pointless to continue to ask Deaton any questions so he
started working out he problem aloud, knowing his advisor would help him stay
on track. “When Jenifer took away his Alpha powers she left him an Omega. That
must mean she severed the bonds to his pack. Cora said losing a pack member was
more like losing a limb then a family member…” Scott trailed off at the thought
of losing Isaac or Deucalion, by Deaton’s face he could tell that wasn’t the
most important part so he gratefully switched his line of thought. “Ethan said
Omegas are the scapegoat for the pack, they hadto take the abuse from the rest
of the pack. He and Aiden didn’t fight back until after Deucalion showed up…”
 
Deaton had that look on his face. Like Scott was almost there, he just a small
step from getting the picture. “There’s something about being an Omega that
makes Deucalion act like this? Makes him so eager to please?”
 
Deaton nodded his head in agreement, a pleased look on his face that made Scott
warm inside. “Deucalion is your packs’ Omega.”
 
“What if I don’t want an Omega?” Scott asked, his voice rising petulantly. The
idea of abusing someone just because they would take it and could heal made him
sick.
 
“Every pack has an Omega, Scott.” Deaton said; sounding as though he were
explain the sky is blue to a child who insisted it was green. “In Derek’s pack
it was his uncle Peter. How a pack treats the Omega is entirely dependent on
the Alpha. What he, or she, will allow. Deucalion is your packs’ Omega, and
he’s acting like this because he doesn’t know what you want from him. Or
because something in you wants it from him.”
 
“The darkness?” Scott asked, sounding a little scared and yet hopeful. Maybe he
hadn’t turned into an amoral monster because his Alpha powers brought it out.
Maybe this wasn’t entirely his fault. “Deucalion said something about that as
well. He said he could help me, that my darkness would need an outlet.”
 
Deaton was nodding his head, not exactly in agreement but in understanding.
“Has it helped? Deucalion being your Omega, with him being so submissive? Doing
the things you guys have been doing?”
 
Scott no longer felt the overwhelming embarrassment of before. “Yeah, at least
Isaac said I seem different. Before Deucalion, I felt like I wanted to rip into
something. Like being on the lacrosse field with Jackson during a full moon.
But worse. Afterwards… I don’t know, I felt calmer and more in control.”
 
“You don’t seem that different to me now.” Deaton supplied helpfully. “Perhaps
Deucalion is right. How do you feel around Isaac? Is he responding to you the
same way that Deucalion is?”
 
Scott shook his head, thinking back to before he became an Alpha and comparing
it to how he and Isaac interacted now. “We’ve always touched a bit more than is
normal for humans, we stand too close. We even share the same bed most nights,
but I don’t feel the urge to jump his bones like I do with Deucalion. We’re
pack and it’s a lot like we’re brothers. Is how I feel around Deucalion because
that’s how Deucalion feels?”
 
Deaton considered Scott’s question for a moment. “It could be in part because
that is how Deucalion feels. Or it could be that Deucalion feels that way
because you do. Or anywhere in between.  Pack dynamics with the Alpha are very
complicated. Every Alpha can sense what his pack mates want or need from him. A
good Alpha tried to meet those needs; a bad Alpha ignores them or twists them
into what he needs.”
 
“Am I twisting Deucalion’s need to please into a sexual thing?” Scott asked
worried once more. “Something he wouldn’t want if he were a Beta or another
Alpha?” The very idea made him feel sick, but something dark in him also
reveled in the control.
 
“I just don’t know Scott.” Deaton confessed with a sigh.
 
“How will I know what my pack wants or needs?” Scott cried, feeling
overwhelmed. “How do I know what’s coming from me and what’s coming from them?”
 
“Why did you coax the dog out of the crate?” Deaton asked, to all appearance
switching topics. “You could have just cowed him like you’ve done in the past
with problem dogs. Why take the time to coax him?”
 
Scott frowned, but he started to follow Deaton’s jump in logic. “He was scared,
not angry or dominating. He was lashing out because he was scared so I tried to
put him at ease. Dominating him would have worked… but it felt wrong because it
probably would have hurt him more.”
 
“You sensed what he needed and you met that need. Isaac and Deucalion have
different needs, everyone has different needs. I’d say just try and trust your
instincts. But don’t always just give in… find a good middle ground. It’s all
about balance.”
 
“I just wish I knew more about Deucalion, and Omegas in general.” Scott
confessed, wanting to ask but knowing Deaton would only tell him what he
thought he could.
 
“You could speak to Ethan and Aiden about being an Omega. They left here
sometime last night but I don’t know where they live. If you can find Morrell
she could shed some light on Deucalion. I just know a small fraction of the
life he had before he was blinded.”
 
“Anything would help.” Scott pleaded hopefully.
 
Deaton seemed to be considering. “I know he had three Alphas before he became
an Alpha. The first one was a good man; at least by his reputation, I never met
him. The second Alpha was the same one Ethan and Aiden had before they killed
him.”
 
“And the Alpha Deucalion killed? The one he got his Alpha powers from?” Scott
prompted when it sounded like Deaton was just going to stop.
 
“She was one of the most barbaric Alpha’s I have ever heard of. Vicious,
amoral, and completely dominating.” There was a trace of horror in Deaton’s
tone, and Scott knew he had at least met her before Deucalion had killed her.
 
Deaton’s e-mail binged and Scott knew that their conversation was over, for
now. Talking with his mentor had left him with more questions, but at least he
finally had some answers and leads on some more. “Is it the microchip company?”
 
“Yes. Turns out the stray’s name is Franklin. He’s been missing for almost
three years.”
 
“Do his owners still live around here?” Scott asked, his hand resting on
Franklin’s back.
 
“No.” Deaton shook his head. “The microchip company contacted the family, and
while they are ecstatic he’s alive. They’ve moved into an area where there is a
ban on pit bulls and they can’t take him back.”
 
Scott looked down at the lab mix on the table, who was snoring softly. “But
he’s not a pit mix.”
 
Deaton looked over at Scott, shaking his head. “These bans are pretty harsh.
Unless you can prove he’s not a pit mix it doesn’t matter, he looks close
enough to one for them to take him and put him down.”
 
“What should we do?” Scott asked, worried for Franklin.
 
“Well; he’ll stay here until we’ve put some meat on his bones, get him dewormed
and such. I’ll do a full physical on him tomorrow; I want to get some food in
him so I can run all the tests at once.”
 
With everything decided Scott woke the dog up gently, careful to avoid
startling him. “I’ll help you get him in a crate in the back.”
 
Deaton handed Scott a leash once the dog’s feet were back on the ground, and
Scott slipped it over Franklin’s head. It took Franklin a few minutes to
remember what a leash was, but he trotted alongside Scott soon enough. While
Scott coaxed the dog into walking on the leash Deaton had gone ahead and
prepared a crate for him, with clean blankets piled high and a fresh supply of
water in the hanging bowl. Franklin didn’t want to go in the crate, rather than
stress him out by forcing him they went for a different approach.
 
Deaton pulled out some really smelly treats, the kind that made Scott want to
puke. But Franklin seemed completely enamored the moment he caught the scent.
Once Deaton was certain that Franklin’s whole attention was focused on trying
to get the treat out of his hand, his tongue trying to squeeze between each
finger, he drew Franklin into the cage before releasing the treats for the
famished dog to snatch up.
 
The door clicking shut didn’t illicit a response until after the treats were
all devoured, and Franklin had checked the bedding over twice to make sure he
hadn’t missed any. By that time Scott had filled the food bowl halfway with
small pieces of dog food. The moment he slipped it through the slot Franklin
was woofing down the kibble, spilling pieces everywhere in an effort to eat it
before it was taken.
 
“I’ll feed him again in a few hours, once he’s started digesting this batch.”
Deaton assured Scott as he watched the dog gulp his food. “We don’t want to
upset his stomach.”
 
“I better head home. Unless you need me for anything else?”
 
“No, go and deal with your pack. I’m just catching up on paper work.” Deaton
clapped Scott on his shoulder. The motion made Scott feel better and he
wondered absently as he turned to go if that was how Isaac felt whenever Scott
patted him.
 
Scott was pulling into his drive, his thoughts a million miles away, when he
spotted something that made his stomach drop and panic claw at his throat.
 
Stiles’ Jeep in his driveway.
***** Chapter Four *****
Chapter Notes
     I love ya'll! Sorry it took so long, I'm in 7 college classes, in my
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     meant this week I've had a test in Marine Biology and Economic
     Botany, a research paper due, and a quiz in Biochemistry on top of
     everything that I'm normally responsible for. And I work 5 (yes FIVE)
     jobs... so I really haven't had a chance to sit and post let alone
     write... BUT I HAVE RETURNED!
 
Scott didn’t even pause to turn off his bike. He was bounding across the yard
and ripping his helmet off, tossing it aside. He took the steps two at a time
and without the muffling effects of his helmet he heard the sickening sound of
something hitting flesh and the wet sound of a bone snapping.
 
Scott pushed the door open and the next thing he saw would haunt him for weeks.
 
Easy going Stiles, blood splattered aluminum bat in hand, pulling back to hit a
prone Deucalion again.
 
“Stiles!” Scott didn’t know if his friend didn’t hear him or didn’t care,
because Stiles didn’t stop swinging the bat. He didn’t even remember moving, he
was just suddenly between his best friend and his Omega, hand gripping the bat
so hard that it crumpled beneath his fingers with a screech of twisted metal.
“Stiles stop!”
 
His best friend didn’t seem to recognize him at first, his teeth pulled back in
a feral snarl and his face twisted in rage. Then - like a light coming on - his
face fell, going slack in shock. “Scott?”
 
“Stiles.” Scott repeated, breathing heavily and not quite ready to relax.
Deucalion wasn’t making a sound, but he could hear the Omega panting in pain
behind him.
 
“God, Scott!” Stiles dropped the bat and threw his arms around his friend’s
neck, grabbing onto him for dear life.
 
“Stiles, what are you doing here?” Scott asked, returning his friend’s hug
after a moment. But his question caused Stiles to pull back, confusion written
on his face.
 
“You forgot your mom’s toothbrush. I came by to grab it… then he was here.”
Reminded of the intruder Stiles looked around Scott, eyes dropping immediately
to the prone man on the floor. “Oh, God…”
 
Scott had avoided looking at Deucalion, but the soft horror in Stiles’ voice
made him turn around. Deucalion was hunched over on his hands and knees on the
floor. His body was curled to protect his stomach. He was still bare chested
and it meant that Scott could see the lines where bruises were already forming,
testimony that Stiles had been there for at least a little while. One
particularly horrible bruise was forming across Deucalion’s ribs; it was at
least three bats wide. His arm was also covered in bruises where he had used it
to deflect some blows in the beginning and he wasn’t putting any weight on it. 
Blood was dribbling down from Deucalion’s face and pooling on the floor, though
his hair hid the actual damage for the moment.
 
Scott hit the ground next to Deucalion, who flinched at the sudden movement. He
reached forward gently to turn the beaten man’s face towards him. It appeared
as though Stiles had been going mostly for body shots because Deucalion’s face
was intact, though his teeth were stained with blood. Internal injuries. If
Deucalion were human there is a good chance Stiles would have killed him.
 
Scott looked at his friend, an accusatory expression already on his face.
Stiles looked horrified. “I… I didn’t mean to. I don’t know what happened. I
mean. I heard a noise in your room so I went to see if you were home. But your
bike wasn’t here. I rounded the corner and he was just there. In your room.”
Stiles eyes were dilated in shock. “I grabbed the bat and I hit him. And I just
couldn’t stop… It was like I was possessed… I just couldn’t’ stop. Is he okay?”
 
Stiles must have beaten Deucalion upstairs and followed him when the other man
tried to get away. Now that Scott was looking for it he could see the blood on
the stairs from where Deucalion had crawled away. ‘Try and stay here… Under no
circumstances are you to hurtanyone is that clear?’ Scott instantly transferred
a good part of the blame squarely on his own shoulders. If he had told everyone
about Deucalion at the hospital, if he had remembered his mother’s toothbrush
instead of rushing out of the house to escape what he felt, if, if, if… Then
Deucalion wouldn’t be lying in his own blood on his living room floor. Scott
turned to look at Deucalion, who wasn’t meeting anyone’s eyes.
 
“You have internal injuries. Will you be able to heal or should we take you to
Deaton?” Scott tried to sound calm, knowing tension would just make everything
worse.
 
“I will heal.” Deucalion spoke, trying to sound confident. It was ruined as he
tried to move and he couldn’t hold back the wince.
 
“What the hell is going on?” Stiles finally asked; having picked up on the fact
that Scott didn’t seem surprised to find Deucalion in his house. “Why is he
wearing your gym shorts?”
 
“Because his pants are dirty.” Scott said absently, moving to help get his
Omega to the couch. Stiles instantly jumped to help, supporting Deucalion’s
other side.  “Deucalion is part of the pack. Jennifer took away his Alpha
powers.”
 
“Why does that make him pack?” Stiles asked not unreasonably, as they settled
Deucalion on the coach.
 
“Because he asked and I said yes.” Scott supplied, not quite ready to divulge
his relationship with Deucalion until he was sure he was going to continue it.
They moved away and into the other room, giving the injured werewolf some space
and granting them the illusion of privacy.
 
“Okay, let’s put a pin in that and come back to it. Why did I just turn into a
homicidal monster? I couldn’t stop, Scott. Like there was a part of me
screaming to stop hitting him but there was also a part of me screaming to bash
his head in.” Stiles was trying for light hearted, and failing miserably.
 
“How do you feel now?” Scott asked, looking sidewise at his best friend.
 
“Better.” Stiles snapped back sarcastically. Scott raised his eyebrows at his
friend and waited. “Better?” This time there was no sarcasm. “I actually do
feel a lot better…  Like I’ve been all on edge all day. When your dad showed up
I wanted to beat his head in. I wanted to draw a line circle of mountain ash
around my dad and your mom and kill anyone who tried to cross it.”
 
“But now you feel better?” Scott said for clarification.
 
“Yeah, more like me.” Stiles said in wonder. “And a little like I’m going to
throw up. I almost beat him to death with a baseball bat!”
 
The note of hysteria in Stiles voice made Scott wince. “It’s the darkness,
Stiles. The one Deaton warned us about. It’s like a violence. The need to hurt
someone.”
 
“You mean I’m always going to feel this way?” Stiles asked, not sounding any
calmer.
 
“We’ll deal with it Stiles. Just give me a second, I wanna check on Deucalion.”
Scott left Stiles for a moment, trying to give himself a chance to calm down.
His blood was still pumping and his heart was racing with his need to protect.
While he knew it was his fault that everything had turned out this way, he was
still angry with Stiles.
Deucalion was still sitting on the couch, his breathing was evening out and the
pain on his face was slowly easing. “How are your ribs?”
 
Deucalion started, hissing at the sudden movement. “They are realigning. I will
be fine Scott. I can take it.” There was a note of pleading in his voice, like
he was begging Scott to see that he was strong. Strong enough to take the abuse
and still worth keeping around.
 
Scott was suddenly in front of Deucalion and he tried to remember to be gentle
as he tilted the Omega’s head back with a hand on his chin. “You shouldn’t have
to take it. Stiles will apologize, just as soon as he gets over his shock.”
 
Deucalion’s eyes fluttered up to Scott’s for a moment, and he didn’t seem to be
reassured by whatever it was that he saw in Scott’s face. He didn’t quite pull
away; but Scott saw his muscles bunch as his eyes flickered down. His arms
remained passively at his sides. “I… I didn’t hurt him.”
 
Scott closed his eyes, trying to tamp down his anger. Deucalion must think it’s
directed at him. “Of course you didn’t hurt him. I am an idiot. I should have
thought about people showing up before I told them. I will fix this.” He
finally crouched in front of Deucalion; not willing to pull his head up more in
case it caused him pain, but needing eye contact. “I am sorry.”
 
Surprise flared in Deucalion’s eyes. “You don’t have any reason to be sorry.”
 
“Agree to disagree.” Scott said ruefully. Movement out of the corner of his eye
caused Scott to turn, just in time to see Stiles dart his head back into the
other room. “I’ll be right back.”
 
When Scott entered the other room he was calmer, and also a little wary not
knowing how Stiles would react to what he had seen. Stiles opened his mouth to
talk and Scott raised his hand, cutting off his friend, and gestured to the
backdoor. They slipped out relatively silently, Scott leading a fuming Stiles,
and headed for the woods. They didn’t go in far, just far enough to have some
real privacy.
 
“Okay let’s take the pin out of it.” Stiles announced the moment they stopped
walking. Scott had no trouble following his best friend’s jump in thought.
“He’s part of your pack now.”
 
Scott nodded even though it didn’t appear as though Stiles needed the
conformation. “There is something going on between you two. Like something
sexual.” Again it didn’t really require a response but Scott nodded anyways.
Stiles got serious, his face stilling. “I have something important to ask you.”
 
Scott braced himself. “Ask me anything and I’ll try and answer.”
 
“Am I attractive to gay guys?” Stiles was able to hold his serious expression
for a moment before they both burst into laughter, like lean-against-trees-
asthma-inducing laughter. The inside joke was all they needed to dissipate the
tension that had been growing between them.
 
When they were finally able to breath, Scott tried to answer his friend’s
question, knowing there were real questions lurking just beneath the surface.
“I’m not sure I’m gay exactly.”
 
Stiles eyebrows almost took flight they rose so far so fast. “You’re not gay?
So you haven’t had sex with Deucalion?”
 
Scott’s face flamed. “Well, yeah… but it’s a complicated werewolf thing.”
 
“Have you had sex with Isaac?” Stiles asked, his voice incredulous.
 
“No!” Scott snapped. “I don’t feel like that about Isaac.”
 
“So it’s not a werewolf thing. It’s a Deucalion thing.” Stiles announced,
sounding triumphant. “Deucalion is a guy, you are a guy. You guys had sex, and
by the way you were acting I’m pretty sure you’re gonna do it again. That makes
you gay, or at the very least bi.”
 
Scott opened his mouth to argue and then closed it, at a loss. Huh. So I’m bi.
Or I’m gay for Deucalion and no one else… as far as I know. Stiles watched his
best friend come to grips with this new knowledge. “When you left us, and
joined Deucalion’s pack, did you know you were attracted to him then?”
 
Scott closed his eyes against the painful memory. Stiles standing in the rain,
begging for them to come up with a plan together… turning away from him. “No. I
was just so devastated, losing my mom and your dad. I was kinda running on
autopilot. Then I was fully focused on finding them, I didn’t really think
about Deucalion.”
 
Stiles looked vaguely mollified with that answer. “So, how long has he been
pack?”
 
Scott looked sheepish instantly, knowing that Stiles was not going to be happy.
“Last night.”
 
He was not disappointed.
 
“LAST NIGHT!” Stiles shouted, his voice creaking. “As in I’ve seen you TWICE
and you didn’t mention this momentous thing to me? No ‘Stiles I like guys’. No,
‘Hey Stiles. Deucalion, you know the demon wolf? The one who’s been running
around terrorizing the villagers? Yeah, him? He’s pack now’.”
 
“I needed to talk to Deaton!” Scott shouted back, more defensive then angry. “I
had a lot of stuff going on and we almost lost our parents! There is just so
much on everyone’s plate and I wanted to get a handle on it before I told
everyone. I don’t really know what it means yet!”
 
Stiles did not look appeased. “You should have thought of that before you made
him pack all willy-nilly, I’m not sure he should be pack. He’s a killer Scott.”
 
Scott locked his muscles; keep them from making the aggressive step forward he
wanted to. I don’t want to fight Stiles. “He killed Jennifer.”
 
“Yeah, I remember you telling me that.” Stiles huffed, not willing to let it
go.
 
“He killed Jennifer so I didn’t have to. So my eyes didn’t change.” Stiles was
listening now, his posture changing from angry and defensive to willing to
listen. “When he killed Jennifer he stopped her from killing you. From killing
your dad. My mom. Isaac. Allison. Allison’s dad. He saved them all.”  Scott
added each member with clipped words. Using them like barbs to stab Stiles, to
make him see reason.
 
Stiles eyes widened, and Scott knew he had won a very important battle in
gaining Deucalion’s acceptance into his pack byhis pack. “And I almost
killedhim.”
 
Scott walked forward and put his hand on his friend’s shoulder. Stiles had
curled in on himself, looking devastated. “But you didn’t. You can always
apologize.”
 
Stiles looked up, meeting Scott’s eyes, before nodding and striding towards the
house with Scott trailing behind. They reached the house and walked over to the
living room. Deucalion was sitting on the couch where they had left him, eyes
closed and bruises already healing. “I’m sorry I tried to kill you.”
 
At the sudden voice Deucalion shot forward slightly, eyes flipping open and
zeroing in on the intruders. He relaxed instantly, trying to appear harmless
and it was only then that Scott realized he had moved forward too. Ready to
take on Deucalion if he attacked Stiles. “It is fine. I am almost done healing.
Are you feeling better?”
 
Stiles closed his eyes and his shoulders sagged. “Yeah, I do feel better.”
 
Deucalion nodded absently, as though it was to be expected. Scott was finally
starting to relax when he realized something important had slipped his mind.
“Oh crap! My bike!”
 
He was just as fast returning to his bike as he had been leaving it. Faster
even, because he didn’t have to use the stairs; he just jumped. His bike was on
its side, motor still running, and when Scott went to pick it up he hissed as
the heat from the engine burned his hands.
 
“That is definitely a fire hazard.” Stiles said, looking down the stairs at his
best friend. Deucalion was standing right behind him, peering curiously over
his shoulder. “Your baby okay?”
 
Scott slipped the keys from the ignition and set about checking everything out.
“I think so, but man if you made me ruin my bike you gotta pay for the parts!”
 
“Well, you ruined my bat.” Stiles said defensively, a smile tugging at the
corners of his mouth.
 
Scott rolled his eyes. “That was my bat.”
 
“Well, I guess that takes you off the hook.” Stiles was full on grinning and
Scott couldn’t help the return smile on his face. Their relationship was
resilient; they were fine again with just a little talking and laughter.
 
Stiles’ smile fell when he turned around and almost bumped into Deucalion. With
a not-so manly shriek of “gahh” he fell backwards, stumbling to keep his
balance.
 
“What is it with you werewolves and sneaking around?” Stiles complained,
righting himself with a hyper jerk.
 
“I wasn’t sneaking.” Deucalion sassed, and Scott felt something loosen in his
chest. Deucalion being snarky was normal and it meant that maybe he was getting
more comfortable.
 
“Yeah, whatever.” Stiles dismissed, not looking at all convinced. “I gotta head
back to the hospital and check on my dad. Scott, are you coming?”
 
Scott didn’t even have to think about it to nod. “I’ll catch up with you.”
 
“Yeah, no problem. Don’t forget your mom’s toothbrush.” Stiles graciously left,
patting Scott on the shoulder to cement the ‘we’re-okay’ feel. As Stiles
started to pull out of the driveway he caught Scott’s eye and wiggled his
eyebrows suggestively.
 
“I didn’t see his importance before.” Deucalion commented, causing Scott to
look at him. He was still staring after Stiles Jeep with a look of
contemplation.
 
“Stiles is important.” Scott reiterated. He walked back up to the top of the
stairs, uncomfortable at being lower than his Omega.
 
Deucalion’s eyes flew to Scott’s for a moment, that hesitant look in his face
again. “Of course. I just meant… Everyone views him as your friend, and that is
all the importance associated with him. But he is more.”
 
Scott looked back to the street, knowing Stiles Jeep was far gone. “He is my
friend. My bestfriend.”
 
“And that bond helps keep you from killing. Helps ground you to humans.” There
was a flash of something in Deucalion’s eyes, a sort of thoughtful look he
immediately suppressed. But Scott saw it and it made him frown.
 
“What are you thinking?”
 
Deucalion’s scent spiked in fear and his eyes darted to Scott again, but this
time they were downcast and glowing a slight blue. “I… I…” Whatever he had been
thinking he didn’t want to tell Scott, which made the Alpha suddenly very wary.
His own eyes were glowing and Deucalion let out a low whine, a sound meant to
appease his suddenly angry Alpha.
 
“Deucalion?” Scott pressed taking an aggressive step forward.
 
“I… I was just thinking that if I had known his influence on you I would have
killed him in the beginning.” Deucalion let out in a rush, his face already
bunched up in a wince.
 
Scott wasn’t conscious of shifting. Suddenly he had his claws on Deucalion’s
throat and Deucalion was pressed against the doorjamb, his arms grabbing the
side of the house to try and support himself. Scott could feel his body
trembling against his own, and his fangs were inches from the other man’s
throat.
 
He is just telling you because you asked. He didn’t hurt Stiles. Hewon’t hurt
Stiles. He didn’t hurt Stiles. Hewon’t hurt Stiles.Scott repeated the words in
his head, trying to calm down. Deucalion’s eyes were squeezed shut, his body
tense. Despite the immediate threat, the other werewolf made no aggressive
moves. He just waited passively for Scott to kill him or hurt him. That
combined with the sharp scent of fear helped Scott pull himself together more
than his internal mantra did. He released Deucalion slowly, lowering his arm
without actually taking a step back.
 
Scott felt his teeth grind as he forced himself to take that step back.
Deucalion didn’t make the mistake of relaxing, his remained completely still
and passive. Which allowed Scott to finally get a full grip on himself, and
return to fully human.
 
“Stiles is pack.” Scott told Deucalion, letting the foreign thought of a human
pack mate sink in. “My pack. Your pack.”
 
“I apologize.” His voice was strained from the tension, and a little bit of
pain. Scott realized that Deucalion wasn’t fully healed yet.
 
Scott didn’t respond, letting out an aggressive huff of air that made him feel
better. Certain he had laid down the law; he turned and went inside to fetch
his mother’s toothbrush. When he came down the stairs he suddenly noticed a lot
of debris. A broken lamp, a few broken picture frames that used to hang on the
stairs, and three broken sticks in the banister leading downstairs. There was
also blood on several steps. Deucalion was still standing in the doorjamb, more
relaxed but not exactly ready to risk moving. He walked past him on his way
out, ignoring the Omega because he wasn’t really certain how he felt.
 
Rather than risk his bike breaking down he used his mom’s car to get the
hospital. The ride wasn’t really long enough for him to be able to sort out his
feelings. On one hand he trusted Deucalion at least enough to be able to sleep
with him, but he was also so wary that he was constantly fighting the urge to
put him in his place.
 
Like on his knees. I like that. That thought snuck up out of nowhere. I’m
turning into one of those abusive relationship poster guys.With that disturbing
thought in mind he pulled into the parking lot. He parked next to Stiles Jeep
and was surprised to see his best friend lounging against his vehicle.
 
“What’s up?” Scott asked as he got out of the car.
 
Stiles just looked at him. “If I showed back up at the hospital without the
toothbrush I was specifically sent for it would look strange now wouldn’t it?”
It said something about their relationship that Scott could read an entire
wealth of questions and promises in that little statement.
 
Stiles wouldn’t tell anyone about Deucalion if Scott didn’t want him to, he’d
let Scott make the decision. He was subtly supporting Scott and forgiving him
for keeping Deucalion a secret as well. With his facial expression he also
asked if Scott wanted to talk about it. Stiles had a crush on Lydia for almost
his whole life, and Scott had listened to every one of his friend’s complaints
and compliments thousands of times. With the sudden pick up in Scott’s love
life he was cashing in that credit with a vengeance.
 
Scott handed Stiles him mom’s toothbrush. “Sure this won’t be too weird for
you?” He felt compelled to ask, desperately needing to talk about Deucalion and
how he felt.
 
“I’ll let you know.” Stiles laughed. “I listened to all the details about you
and Allison; I think I can handle it.”
 
“It’s just so different. I mean, then it is –was- with Allison. She challenged
me and I like that. But with Deucalion he’s just so submissive… and I love
that.” Scott confessed. “I don’t feel like I have to hold back with him, he can
take it. I don’t have to worry about my claws coming out, or fangs.”
 
Stiles nodded sagely, like he understood everything Scott was feeling even
though he was a virgin. “Is it the wolf? Or something else?”
 
“I’m not sure. I mean, it’s not like something that’s completely separate. I
get urges… but I’m not sure which ones are ‘human’ and which ones are because
I’m a werewolf. Wanting to touch people constantly that could be either a wolf
or human thing. But wanting to rub against them ‘til they smell like me is
definitely a wolf thing. Wanting to talk about my feelings is definitely a
human thing though. Mostly it’s not that cut and dry, unless I’m completely out
of control. But remember that full moon I lost it and almost killed Allison and
Jackson? Even that was fueled by my human feelings; it’s just the wolfiness
taking it to the next level. Making my instincts stronger, making me more
primal in somethings.”
 
“But you like Deucalion?” Stiles asked, pushing for clarification. “Is it just
about amazing sex or is there something about him you like?”
 
“I like him, I think. He’s smart and he’s an asset to the pack. Beyond that I
don’t know. He is amazingat sex though.” Scott sighed at the end, fighting to
ignore the erection that wanted to creep up on him every time he thought about
Deucalion.
 
“I’m torn between wanting to know and not wanting to know.” Stiles joked,
cheeks actually reddening a little.
 
“He gives amazing blowjobs.” Scott announced straight out, watching his friend
to make sure it wasn’t TMI.
 
“I wonder if he’s had a lot of practice.” Stiles said, his mind turning over
the possibilities. “I wonder if it’s something all werewolves are good at? Sex,
I mean. Do you think that it has something to do with having animal instincts?
Do you think are werewolves are basically bi or… could you guys be like mates
or something? Could a werewolf have a human mate or does it have to be another
werewolf?” Scott fought an eye roll, one minute Stiles would be right there
talking with him the next his mind would jump tracks and he was off in la-la
land. He waved his hand in front of Stiles face to bring him back to earth.
Stiles blinked a couple of times, his eyes focusing on his friend. “Are you
going to tell Isaac or are you going to wait?”
 
Scott pondered his question for a moment. “I think I should tell him… and my
mom too. Don’t you?”
 
“I think you should have told us all this morning. Was that why you growled
over the phone? Were you guys doing something and I interrupted you?”
 
“No, I fell out of the bed and he was looking down at me. I didn’t like it.”
Scott started walking towards the hospital, his friend trailing next to him.
 
“How is Isaac going to feel about sharing the bed with Deucalion?” Stiles knew
about the werewolves’ sleeping habits, having joined them a couple of times
when they were all studying together. The first time he had been relatively
uncomfortable, but it didn’t really last that long.
 
Scott covered his eyes with a hand for a moment, not having thought it through.
“We’ll figure something out.”
 
“How is your mom going to feel? Deucalion scared the crap out of her that night
at the hospital.” Stiles pushed.
 
“I don’t know Stiles, that’s why we’re going to talk.” Scott snarled
exasperated.
 
“Talk about what?” Isaac asked, coming up behind Scott and Stiles.
 
They both jumped, whirling to face Isaac with guilty expressions. “Why aren’t
you with mom?”
 
Isaac held up a handful of vending machine goodies. “I was killing lunch. What
are you going to talk about with who?”
 
“Where’s mom? It’s something I need to talk to both of you about.” Scott
followed Isaac who led them back to the Stilinski hospital room. Melissa was
playing some card game with the sheriff, and they both looked up hopefully when
they saw Isaac walk in.
 
“Were you successful? I am dying of hunger over here.” The sheriff whined. His
face fell the moment he saw Stiles. “Aw man.”
 
“Dad. You aren’t supposed to eat junk food. We’re in a hospital for Pete’s
sakes! I’ll get you some fruit. Or a sandwich.” Stiles shot his dad a serious
look.
 
“But I was stabbed.” The sheriff complained, sounding like a child. “I want
some junk food!”
 
“Having health issues is not an excuse to ignore health issues.” Stiles
scolded.
 
“I’ll get you something, Mr. Stilinski.” Scott offered, trying to avoid the
inevitable. The trip to the nurse’s station to beg for an orange, an apple, and
a banana, gave him a whole ninety-second reprieve. When he returned everyone
was settled and looking at him expectantly.
 
“Isaac says you need to talk to us?” The sheriff asked, making a face when
Scott handed him the fruit.
 
“Yeah. I have something to tell you guys.” Scott confessed.
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Everyone stared at him expectantly and Scott felt the words freeze in his
throat. He looked over to Stiles, who was giving a very slight nod of
encouragement, and the knot eased. “I accepted Deucalion into the pack.”
 
The reaction in the room was very mixed, although confusion was paramount. Mr.
Stilinski had no idea who Deucalion was so he just looked confused. There was a
frown on his face as his mouth opened to ask a question, but it was lost in the
sudden noise in the room. Scott’s mom was equally confused, but her confusion
was because she knew who he was talking about. Isaac’s eyes were gold and he
was standing up, which brought Scott’s full attention to his Beta. The noise
that drowned out the flurry of questions was the deep rumbling of growls, from
both werewolves. “He’s a bad guy, Scott! Like The Bad Guy. Death, Destroyer of
Worlds. Why is it you keep forgetting about this?
 
“I haven’t forgotten.” Scott snapped, irritated mostly because he did keep
forgetting. It was hard to reconcile Deucalion on his knees, to the Deucalion
ranting about killing everyone and being the ultimate bad guy.
 
“He’s going to try and kill you, Scott! He can’t be trusted.” Isaac snarled.
 
“You tried to kill me before too.” Scott countered. “I don’t trust him
completely. But he deserves a chance to prove he can change. Just like you did.
You can feel how he’s making us stronger just by being pack, right? He knows
what’s out there, and they are going to be coming. Called by the Nemeton.
Monsters. Other monsters.”
 
“Wait!” The voice was laced with authority, and both teens automatically turned
to the sheriff. “Can someone catch me up? So I know how to react?”
 
“Deucalion was the head of the Alpha pack.” Stiles supplied helpfully. Digging
into a bag of vending machine teddy grahams.
 
“So he’s an Alpha?” The sheriff asked for clarification.
 
“Not anymore.” Scott corrected, still looking at Isaac out of the corner of his
Alpha red eye. “He’s our Omega now.” That had an effect. Isaac’s eyebrows rose
in shock, but the sheriff wasn’t paying attention to him.
 
“He’s the Omega of your pack? Cause you’re an Alpha?”
 
“No, Jennifer turned him into an Omega when she healed him. Taking away his
blindness.” Stiles butted in.
 
“So he was an Alpha… of this Alpha pack. But now he’s Scott’s Omega and belongs
to his pack?” At the affirmative nods from both Scott and Stiles the sheriff
still looked confused, but he was trying to grasp it. “And Jennifer was your
English teacher, the one killing everyone. The who kidnapped us.”
 
“And she was sacrificing everyone to try and take Deucalion out because he was
too powerful.” The Stilinski’s were on a roll so Scott just watched Isaac,
staring at him while they had a silent battle of wills. Scott knew if he wanted
he could just make Isaac obey him, but he couldn’t make himself do it. He
wanted his Beta to accept Deucalion because Scott did, or at least to put up
with him until he proved himself.
 
“But then she took away all his superpowers healing him. Why didn’t she do that
in the first place?”
 
“I think it was an unknown side effect.”
 
“Wait.” Now the sheriff looked at Isaac with sudden comprehension. “You tried
to kill Scott?”
 
Isaac finally looked away, his eyes fading back to their normal human blue.
“Yeah.” He confessed.
 
“Technically he tried to kill me too.” Stiles announced to the tense room. The
sheriff turned to his son with a look of horror. “Scott did too. There is
something about me that just make the werewolves feel all murderie.”
 
“It’s not new to me being a werewolf.” Scott kidded. The sheriff looked like he
might just pass out.
 
“Did this Deucalion try to kill you?” He demanded.
 
“Actually no.” Stiles said, but he was no longer kidding. Scott caught a whiff
of guilt from him and knew that Isaac did too by the strange look he was giving
Stiles.
 
“He kind of kidnapped me.” Melisa supplied.
 
The sheriff started rubbing his head, a look of pain on his face. “This is
before you were kidnapped with me?”
 
“Yeah, but he actually wasn’t anything but really scary. He didn’t hurt me. He
had me lead him to the power switch for the hospital, and then he let me go.”
Melisa confessed, looking to check on Scott’s reaction. “He even told me to do
myself a favor and be careful.”
 
A sudden realization dawned on Stiles’ face. “He knew you were going to be
kidnapped by Jennifer. Or at least he suspected.”
 
“Then why did he tell me to be careful?” Melissa asked, confused. “If he wanted
me kidnapped to force Scott to join his pack, why warn me at all?”
 
“Wait, Scott was part of his pack? I thought he’s part of Scott’s pack.” The
sheriff called out, confused again.
 
“I wasn’t really part of his pack. I had to become an Alpha in order to be part
of his Alpha pack. By the time I became an Alpha he wasn’t one anymore, and I
had gotten all the help from him I needed.”
 
“I’m not stupid. But this is one complicated mess.” The sheriff defended. “I
think they are drugging me.”
 
“They are drugging you dad.” Stiles’ snarky reply made everyone smile.
 
“So Deucalion is pack.” Isaac announced. Everyone turned to look at him,
suddenly noticing he had been so silent. “The Omega.”
 
“Yes.” Scott affirmed. There was something about that statement that told him
it was important to Isaac that Deucalion was their Omega.
 
“I guess I can be okay with that.” Something in Scott loosened when his Beta
nodded at him. It was only then he realized where a lot of Isaac’s tension had
been coming from. He was worried about his own place in Scott’s pack. It would
make sense for Deucalion to take his place as Scott’s second-in-command; he was
a very powerful werewolf. Without a thought to how it would look he walked
forward and placed his hand on Isaac’s shoulder, resting his forehead against
his Beta’s and looking into his eyes. They held eye contact for a long time.
 
“So who all’s in your pack?” Sheriff Stilinski asked, clearing his throat to
get the werewolves attention.
 
Scott looked at Stiles’ dad and shrugged, letting his hand fall from his Beta’s
shoulder. “Well Isaac, Deucalion, Stiles, Allison, mom, possibly Lydia and…
well I guess I think of you as pack too.” For some reason that confession made
Scott blush, but the sheriff looked touched.
 
“I’m part of your pack?”
 
“Well… yeah. At least as long as you want to be.” 
 
“What exactly does that mean?” The sheriff sighed.
 
“Well I’m not entirely sure what it means for you. I’m still working out having
werewolf members in my pack because that’s very different. Pack is like family…
but there is more to it.” Scott frowned trying to explain.
 
“For me… It’s not all that different from how I feel about Scott, but I feel
more protective of you guys then I do of him. But I don’t know if it’s because
you are human or if it’s because he’s my Alpha.” Isaac explained, looking a
little confused.
 
“All I know is sometimes… I can like feel Scott need me, sometimes. They also
get really touchy.” Stiles shrugged. “Like no real personal space. It’s a wolf
thing. In the wild wolves are always touching and it’s a mixture of affection
and how they check up on each other. Also they are big on scent, like it makes
them feel better if you smell like them. I’ve noticed I also feel better having
them around. Even if it’s just Isaac.” Isaac smiled at Stiles, happy that his
pack mate liked him.
 
The sheriff looked over at Melissa, who raised her hands in surrender. “I don’t
really know. They are really affectionate. Like all three of them will pile on
the same couch with me, it can be a little suffocating. But there’s also this
like warm feeling you get too.”
 
“Hmmm. Well I’m honored to be part of your werewolf pack Scott. Though I feel
crazy saying something like that.”
 
Scott smiled before looking at him mother, she still hadn’t said much about
Deucalion. “Mom?”
 
She didn’t reply for a moment. “You trust him. Enough to have him in your pack;
and while I’ll admit he scared me, being scary isn’t really reason to deny him
into the pack. Where will he be staying?”
 
Scott had started out grinning. But suddenly his face fell and he looked
sheepish, a blush starting to stain his cheeks. “Well, he stayed with me last
night. I guess I didn’t really think about it. He has an apartment near the
Argents, but I’m not sure what’s up with it. We can’t really be alone for long
periods of time… he’ll start to go mad like Peter did.”
 
“We’ll come back to Peter Hale.” Melissa promised giving her son a stern look.
“I know that Isaac ends up in your bed most nights, so I guess I kinda knew
he’d be staying with you. At least he can buy groceries every once in a while.
You guys are eating me out of house and home.”
 
“Werewolves require more food.” Scott explained.
 
“I don’t know about that.” The sheriff chimed in. “Stiles tries to eat me out
of house and home. It might just be a teenage boy thing.”
 
“Deucalion is also an amazing cook.” Scott announced to the room, settling
comfortably in a chair next to his mom. He tossed both legs over one arm and
leaned his head back until it rested on his mom’s shoulder. “At least his
omelets are amazing.”
 
“You had omelets this morning? And you didn’t bring us any?” Stiles whined.
“Come one man, you can’t hold out on us like that! I vote we make Deucalion
make dinner. That way he can make something healthy that dad will actually
eat.” He turned accusing eyes on his father, who hadn’t touched the fruit but
had somehow gotten ahold of a snickers bar.
 
Scott nodded. “I’ll see if he can make something. I think he likes cooking.” He
fought to keep his eyes open, exhaustion hitting him kind of suddenly.
 
“Scott. You’re falling asleep on your feet. Why don’t you and Isaac both head
home and take a nap?” Melissa’s voice prodded Scott into opening his eyes.
 
“I don’t want to leave you alone.” Scott confessed. Which caused the
Stilinski’s to look at him; identical ‘what-am-I-chopped-liver’ looks on father
and son’s faces.
 
“I will be fine for a couple of hours. I know Isaac’s been up all day, and you
didn’t leave here until late. You couldn’t have gotten that much sleep. I also
know that you couldn’t have gotten that much sleep when we were being held
hostage.” Melissa laid out all the reasons Scott should go home in a no
nonsense tone.
 
Scott shot Isaac a look. His Beta looked exhausted. Dark circles were under his
eyes and his head kept drooping, as though it were too heavy to be held up.
Guilt assaulted him, while he was running around Isaac had been trapped at the
hospital and he hadn’t been able to sleep. “If you’re sure…”
 
“If we’re part of your pack Scott, you need to trust us to protect each other
too. We’ll call you if anything major happens.” With that firm dismissal
Melissa and the sheriff picked up their abandoned card game and dealt Stiles
in, leaving the werewolves staring at them for a moment.
 
Isaac shot Scott a look of disbelief and the Alpha shrugged. After a moment he
leaned over and gave his mom a kiss on the head, which she ignored, and they
both walked out of the hospital. When they got to the car Isaac looked at it in
confusion. “Where’s your bike?”
 
“I left it at home.” Scott didn’t elaborate and Isaac didn’t push. They climbed
in the car and Scott felttired suddenly. He had been running mostly on
adrenaline, the four hours of sleep he had actually received wasn’t nearly
enough after all that had been going on. He drove methodically home. Careful
because being tired and driving was dangerous, even in the middle of the day.
 
When he got home he just sat in the car for a moment, and Isaac didn’t move
either. If there wasn’t an amazing bed that smelled like pack just a few feet
and some stairs away they probably would have just slept in the car. The door
was shut but not locked when they finally made it up the porch steps. Scott
couldn’t remember shutting it but he figured Deucalion must have, he suddenly
hoped that Isaac wasn’t going to suddenly cause a fuss about Deucalion’s
presence.  He had every right to his feelings but Scott was just too tired to
care.
 
He opened the door, more by turning the nob and falling against it then
actually putting forth the effort that extending his arm would take. Isaac’s
jaw cracked in a yawn and his eyes were heavy when Scott looked back to make
sure he was shutting the door. When he turned around to climb the stairs
Deucalion was there, staring at them warily. Scott felt Isaac tense up and
fought to remain relaxed.
 
“We came home for a nap. We didn’t really get much sleep.” Scott explained to
Deucalion, who was looking between them carefully. He was still dressed in the
gym shorts, and there was a faint smell of cleaning supplies around him that
Scott didn’t really want to think about right now. I need to sleep. “Oh, mom
wanted to know if you could cook something for dinner? We’ll take it over when
we go back later.”
 
Deucalion actually relaxed, smiling slightly. “Of course. Is there anything in
particular she wanted?”
 
“No.” Scott said even as he yawned. “Though Stiles asks for something that is
relatively healthy for his dad.”
 
“How many people should I make it for?” Deucalion asked, and Scott had to
actually think for a moment… and his mind drew a groggy blank.
 
“Stiles, his dad, Mrs. McCall, Scott, and me. If you don’t mind.” Isaac offered
hesitantly. He was more aware than Scott and watching Deucalion warily.
 
Deucalion just nodded at the Beta, acknowledging him. With his message
delivered all Scott could think of was getting to bed. He walked up the stairs
with Isaac trailing him and it wasn’t until after they were at the top of the
steps he looked back at Deucalion, who had a look of longing on his face. Scott
wanted to invite his Omega, but he didn’t want to make Isaac uncomfortable in
the heart of their territory by inviting someone he didn’t trust before he was
ready.
 
His Beta must have picked up on it because he looked down the stairs at
Deucalion as well. It was obvious he was indecisive until he visibly shrugged
his shoulders. “We’re only gonna sleep for a little while. But, did you want to
join us?”
 
Deucalion mounted the steps behind them, hesitant but obviously wanting to be
with them. Isaac detoured into his rarely used guestroom to slip into
comfortable pj pants and Deucalion followed Scott into his bedroom. The
exhausted Alpha walked over to the bed to close the blackout curtains, tugging
them closed to plunge the room into an almost twilight darkness despite it
being just past noon. Satisfied the sun wouldn’t bother them he slipped his
shirt off and changed into a pair of his own pj pants, his Omega standing in
the room looking like he was worried they were going to kick him out any
moment.
 
Isaac came in and Scott could hear his jaw creak as his jaw widened in a yawn.
He walked over to the bed in a daze and let his body fall forward, taking up
the left half of the bed. Scott snorted as he crawled forward and lay next to
his Beta. He rocked his body back and forth, wedging it under Isaac so the
other boy was forced to turn at least partially sidewise. His movements were
vaguely irritating to Isaac who let out a half-playful growl before he rocked
backwards to let Scott further into ‘his’ side of the bed. Finally satisfied
they had left enough room for Deucalion to fit on the bed the Alpha rolled onto
his back and looked to his Omega.
 
The other man watched his settled pack mates with glowing blue eyes, and he
still hesitated until Scott patted the bed to his right. His shoulder’s
actually dropped a little as he relaxed padding softly over to settle next to
Scott on the bed. It was a relatively tight fit getting them all in the bed;
Deucalion’s shoulders were wider then Stiles’ so despite having comfortable fit
three people in the past it was a little too small now. If this becomes
permanent I might need a larger bed. That thought followed Scott into his sleep
as he dropped off into unconsciousness surrounded by the comforting presence of
pack.
 
-- --
 
Cold. The thought came unbidden and it roused Scott… who hadn’t really been
cold since he first let Isaac sleep in his bed with him. Werewolves run warmer
than humans, so they heated the bed quickly and most nights the blankets all
ended up on the floor because either he or Isaac had kicked them off. So why am
I cold?
 
Scott opened his eyes as the realization that he was alone hit him. He looked
back and forth between both sides of his bed as though he needed to look to
confirm what he already knew. Both sides of his bed were cold; they had left
some time ago. Panic seized him, and he didn’t know who he was more worried
about. Isaac who was no match for Deucalion if the once Alpha decided to fight
him. Or Deucalion, who just seemed to breakable right now and probably wouldn’t
fight back if Isaac attacked him. Adrenaline made his eyes glow red and brought
his senses on alert, enough or him to hear the quiet sounds of people moving
around downstairs.
 
They didn’t appear to be fighting, which Scott took as a good sign. Even better
was the delicious smell wafting up the stairs. Deucalion was cooking something
amazing. Scott checked the time and winced. It was already 6:30; they had slept
for six full hours.
 
Now that he took a moment to breathe and think Scott realized Deucalion must
have woken up, realized it was getting late and went to make food. Isaac was a
light sleeper, he would have woken up the instant Deucalion moved off the bed.
That neither of them leaving had roused him wasn’t a massive surprise, Scott
rarely woke up unless prompted by something. He felt safe in his territory and
subsequently let his guard down.
 
Well, they are getting along. Scott mused as he slid over to the edge of his
bed and stretched. His stomach rumbled, drawn by Deucalion’s amazing cooking
and reminding him that it hadn’t been fed since early this morning. With food
in mind Scott traveled downstairs, his steps light.
 
It occurred to him as he walked down the steps in his bare feet, that there
wasn’t any glass on the floor. He distinctly remembered broken picture frames
and a broken lamp. In fact - now that he looked - he saw that there were
pictures missing from the hallway, and a few of the posts were missing in the
banister. But there was no actual mess. Deucalion must have cleaned up after I
left. Scott realized he should feel guilty leaving Deucalion to scrub his own
blood off the floor, but he got sidetracked by the relief that he wouldn’t have
to deal with it. It was nice to let someone else take care of things once and a
while.
 
As Scott rounded the corner he paused to let the sight of his pack sink in.
Isaac was sitting at the island on one of the barstools, his head resting on
crossed arms as he watched Deucalion cook. They were both in just pants, Isaac
in his pjs and Deucalion in Scott’s gym shorts. There was something relaxed
about the way he watched the Omega, as though he wasn’t worried about him. Even
though Deucalion was currently wielding two knives not a foot from his head.
 
Deucalion was completely focused on his task, dicing the chicken in front of
him into strips then cubes. But then his eyes flashed to look at Isaac for a
second and a half smile formed, then he started showing off. He went faster,
darting from the chicken to some smaller white and green items to his right and
back, slicing and chopping so fast that his hands appeared to blur.
 
Then the knives weren’t touching anything but air, and Deucalion was making
them dance. Spinning in circles over his hands and through his fingers, they
darted over one another and skipped along his forearms. There was an occasional
ringing sound as he allowed then to touch each other or the island, and each
time they did an aerial flip that made them almost seem like silver butterflies
or jumping fish. The slightest mistake could cut him, but he was smiling and
Isaac was staring in disbelief.
 
The sound of the knife’s wooden handle hitting the solid wood island resonated
through the kitchen as Deucalion popped the larger knife into the air, sending
it tumbling up and over to his next hand. To balance perfectly on the edge of
the other knife. He bowed when Isaac started clapping and Scott couldn’t help
but join in.
 
“Where did you learn that?”
 
The knives tipped out of balance but Deucalion caught them before they could
fall, as he jerked to look at Scott. “I learned it from a friend.”
 
“That’s something they do at those really fancy Japanese restaurants, right?”
Scott asked. “What’s it called?”
 
“You’re thinking of Teppanyaki, which is actually a type of food. There really
isn’t a name for the cooking style. It was just something that is most common
among the chef’s at the Japanese steak houses.” Deucalion shrugged. “The steak
houses cook right in front of you so the chefs show off. It’s something all
chefs can learn if they take the time. But it’s wasted without an audience.”
 
“I’ve never been to a Teppanyaki place.” Isaac announced, looking between Scott
and Deucalion. “But that was awesome.”
 
“What are you cooking?” Scott sniffed the air. “It smells amazing.”
 
Deucalion looked back at the stove, as though he had to check to remember.
“It’s my own creation. It’s a stir fry that is a little like Pad Thai, with
chicken. And rice instead of noodles.”
 
“So you’re an English guy, doing Japanese tricks, making Thai food?” Scott
couldn’t help the smile on his face, and Deucalion returned it. “Very
multicultural of you. Where did you find all the ingredients?”
 
“They actually aren’t that exotic, if you ignore the noodles. Technically I’m
butchering the heart of the dish, but I didn’t want to go all the way to a
specialty store to get some. And there are no diced peanuts.”
 
“Stiles will be happy. It seems really healthy.” Isaac gave his input. “And
it’sreally good.”
 
“You ate without me?” Scott acted hurt.
 
“Well, you got to eat his cooking first, and you didn’t share with any of us.
I’m just taking my revenge.” Isaac remained relaxed; even though he couldn’t
have missed the way Deucalion tensed up, worried he had done something wrong.
It suddenly occurred to Scott that Isaac would be the perfect one to help
Deucalion, if he was reacting this way based on past experiences like Scott
thought.
 
‘She was one of the most barbaric Alpha’s I have ever heard of. Vicious,
amoral, and completely dominating.’Deaton’s words resonated in Scott and made
him determined to try and find Morrell.
 
“I hope your revenge was served cold.” Scott continued to tease, walking
forward to sit in the other barstool, bumping his shoulder with Isaac’s.
 
“Nope.” Isaac crowed. He spun on his barstool like a top, to face Deucalion.
“It was steaming hot and awesome.”
 
Deucalion is steaming hot and awesome. Oh no! Not now… think. Think! Baseball,
slugs, old people… Gerard. Scott fought his body’s instant reaction to any
dirty thought about Deucalion, and won. For now. Thank God.
 
Deucalion’s smile wasn’t helping anything, but Scott remained focused. “Well if
you already ate I might as well eat too.”
 
His Omega snagged a plate from the cupboard and set it front of him, turning to
spoon some still hot Pad Thai from a steaming Tupperware container. He slid the
plate in front of Scott, who took no time digging into the food.
 
Scott made no effort to contain his happy sounds as he ate the food, noticing
it made Deucalion relax more. As he ate Deucalion returned to cooking. The
chicken, bean sprouts, and garlic were all well diced after his knife show and
he panned them all into a skillet. All of his attention was soon focused on
cooking, and all of Scott’s focus was on Deucalion.
 
The muscles in his back rolled as he worked the pan in a circle to spread the
sauce around and cook all the food evenly. He barely moved his arm at all, just
rolled his wrists. But the weight of the pan made his arms flex, which made his
chest muscles flex… Scott turned to look at Isaac, knowing his face was on
fire, but his Beta was gone. At some point he had snuck out, leaving Scott
staring at Deucalion for who knows how long. This time Deucalion was too
absorbed to notice Scott’s arousal, stir fry taking more attention than
omelets.
 
Scott’s plate was empty, not even the mesmerizing sight of Deucalion’s muscles
could stop him from eating the delicious meal in front of him. “Thank you for
dinner. I’m gonna go and change.”
 
He bolted from the room before Deucalion could really process his words. Taking
the stairs two at a time he paused at the top, not out of breath but needing a
moment to compose himself. Isaac was fully dressed and leaning against the
doorjamb leading to the guest room, watching Scott take deep cleansing breaths.
His eyebrows were raised and he just waited.
 
The young Alpha felt the blush return to creep up his face. “So…”
 
“You like him? Like… like like him.” Isaac winced at the childish words.
 
“I’m attracted to him, but I don’t really know him.” Scott confessed, not
wanting to hide anything from his Beta. “I’m not even sure where we stand
beyond the pack stuff, and even that I’m not 100% sure of. I’m worried he might
just be responding to how I feel, not actually feeling it on his own.”
 
“Because he’s been abused. Like me.” Isaac said bluntly. “You’re worried it’s
all about the need to please without any other the other feelings… You seem to
gather all the damaged werewolves, Scott.”
 
“You’re not damaged.” Scott replied vehemently. Isaac waved Scott’s words away,
not wanting to argue but not agreeing either.
 
“I don’t know how he feels about you, but he is very different from the little
I’d seen of him from before. It’s like he keeps bracing for us to attack him.
Not like he’s going to fight back… just so he doesn’t run. I offered to help
with the cooking and he seemed surprised. When he got up to make dinner and it
woke me up he got this look on his face.” Isaac didn’t elaborate, but Scott
remembered how Isaac was when he first moved in. Every little thing would send
him into full on deer-in-the-headlights frozen panic, from leaving his socks on
the floor to not remembering to close the shower curtain. He still had moments
now and then, but Melissa was firm and loving and he seemed to really be
opening up and relaxing.
 
“So, you’re okay with him in the pack?” Scott asked hopefully.
 
“Actually, yeah.” Scott let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.
Getting Stiles and Isaac to accept Deucalion had been the most worrying part of
the whole endeavor. “Is Deucalion why you’re okay with me and Allison? Us
hanging out, I mean.”
 
It took Scott a moment to really put his feelings into words. “No, it’s more
that I know how you and Allison feel about me. And I love you both so… why does
it matter who’s in a relationship with who. Ya know? It doesn’t change how I
feel about you guys. Deucalion is something completely different and separate.”
 
“Well, I think we better get dressed and head to the hospital before the rest
of the pack dies of starvation.” Isaac switched subjects, a blush rising in his
cheeks. “And uh… just so you know. I love you too man.”
 
It only took a moment for Scott to change back into jeans and a t-shirt so
Isaac waited for him. They both went downstairs were Deucalion was ladling the
last of the Pad Thai into another Tupperware container; there was a small
portion on a plate for himself to his right.
 
“We’re going to head out and go to the hospital.” Scott announced as they
entered the kitchen. Deucalion nodded absently.
 
“Let me know if they want something else… or if they want breakfast.”
 
Isaac slipped forward and snagged the lighter of the two containers and then
left, leaving Scott alone with his Omega for a moment. An idea had been
percolating in the back of his mind and the young Alpha found he couldn’t
resist. The second Isaac left Scott slid forward, entering Deucalion’s personal
space. The other man’s eyes darted up to his face, searching for a clue to see
if he had done something wrong. Then Scott’s scent hit him. Deucalion’s eyes
started glowing and arousal started pouring off of him in waves when Scott slid
his hands down his chest.
 
“I want to fuck you senseless.” Scott declared. His right hand slid lower to
touch the erection he could see already stirring. “I’ll be back in a little
over an hour. If you want me, be waiting in my room. I want you still hard for
me.”
 
Deucalion’s pupils dilated at his Alpha’s commanding tone, and he let out a
little whine of need. He even rocked forward to keep Scott’s hands on him as
Scott started to pull them away. Scott grabbed the other container and left
Deucalion alone and aroused once more, but this time he had every intention of
returning and satisfying his sexy Omega. He tried to project confidence, and it
wasn’t that hard. But he still had doubts nudging at the corner of his mind.
 
Isaac was waiting in the car; windows rolled down to release some of the heat
that the sun had built up. “You’re coming back here tonight right? You want me
to stay at the hospital?”
 
“You are a mind reader Isaac.” Scott announced, finally happy and suddenly not
the least bit worried. If Deucalion actually wanted him he’d be waiting; if
not, then Scott could work on keeping his hands to himself. If not, then
Iwillkeep my hands to myself. Scott promised himself.
***** Chapter Six *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
When Scott and Isaac showed up at the hospital around seven they were greeted
with applauses and demands for food. The hungry humans devoured Deucalion’s
food, and they could not stop singing his praises. Stiles was thrilled at how
healthy it was, and his dad was happy Stiles was happy and it was still
delicious. But Scott soon learned hanging out with his pack could turn into a
form of torture; every lull in conversation made him think about Deucalion,
hard and waiting for him at home.
 
“Scott? Scott!” Scott’s eyes flicked to his mother.
 
“Yeah, sorry?”
 
She rolled her eyes at him, obviously not worried about his lack of attention.
“I said, you have school tomorrow. Do you want me to write you and Isaac
notes?”
 
“Actually that would be great. I need another day to get everything settled.”
By everything he meant Deucalion. While it was great having him walk around
bare chested all the time, eventually the Omega would need to leave the house.
 
Stiles’ eyes traveled to his father, a hopeful expression on his face. “Fine.
But you are all going on Tuesday.” The sheriff grumped.
 
“When are they going to release you Mr. Stilinski?” Isaac jumped into the
conversation, letting Scott take a moment to focus himself.
 
“They are going to release me tomorrow, or I am going out in a hail of
bullets.” The sheriff announced, his tone surly and half serious. “I’m the
sheriff; I’m in good with all of the officers around here.”
 
“Late tomorrow. If he hasn’t developed an infection.” Stiles admonished, giving
his dad a serious frown.
 
“Mom? Are you going to be home tomorrow?” Scott asked, trying to remain engaged
and not let his mind wander.
 
“Yep, I plan on going around the same time.” She reached over and plucked at
the IV still attached to her, an irritated scowl on her face. “I can’t wait to
get this out of me.”
 
“Has anyone heard from Allison and her dad?” Scott asked suddenly, his mind
having wandered until that thought slipped in.
 
Stiles raised his hand to get attention. “I texted with her earlier. She and
her dad are hanging low for the day. No concussions, just some dehydration. So
they are on lots of rest and relaxation. I think her dad’s going to keep her
home for the day. Lydia is going to be in class though, so we can get notes
from her. You’re dad dropped by, but they told him to comeback after they
rested. He tried threatening his way in by mentioning Allison throwing a smoke
grenade and running… but her dad stomped on it by threatening a counter suit
for harassment, illegal search and seizure, and talking to minors without an
attorney or guardian present.”
 
“That’s good. Did you…?” Scott trailed off because Stiles was already shaking
his head.
 
“You get to tackle that one Alpha.” Stiles laughed, because Scott looked so
obviously uncomfortable. “It can’t be that bad.”
 
“Easy for you to say.” Scott grumped, his face twisting into an exaggerated
scowl. He checked the clock for about the thousandth-time, and finally decided
it had been long enough. “I’m going to go and get some stuff done. Isaac’s
gonna hang here with you, okay mom? If you need anything let me know.”
 
Stiles shot Scott a knowing look. “You go have fun. And ask Deucalion if he can
make something for breakfast? Omelet’s sound good.”
 
“Yes. Tell him thank you.” Scott’s mom said, looking up at him as he stood to
go. “Dinner was great, I might make him do all the cooking from now on.”
 
Everyone nodded in agreement, all of them praising and commenting on how
delicious dinner was. Scott snagged the empty Tupperware containers on his way
out, eager to get home. He left the car at the hospital incase Isaac or his mom
needed it and set off. It occurred to him that it was just last night that he
loped home to find Deucalion there. If the young Alpha had known what was
awaiting him he would have run, just like he was now. He broke into a full on
sprint as soon as he was free of streetlights, letting his body shift just a
little for increased speed. It wasn’t quite as fast as driving, but it was
close.
 
When he arrived at his house he could see Deucalion, standing by the bedroom
window waiting for him. As soon as he entered the house he could smell the
other man, and his arousal. Scott’s own cock twitched and began to swell
eagerly. He stalked up the stairs, his steps deliberate, letting Deucalion hear
him approach. It had the desired effect. Deucalion was waiting in the middle of
Scott’s room, his back to the bed, his erection standing out proudly to tent
the gym shorts. His skin was flushed and his eyes were glowing blue. Scott
could practically taste his arousal in the air.
 
Scott didn’t allow himself to think. He used his instinct to know exactly what
to do. How to push all the right buttons. He stalked up to Deucalion, closing
the distance between them fast. Once he was within reach he grabbed the hair on
the back of Deucalion’s head and used it to pull his head backwards, exposing
his throat completely. He used his teeth and his tongue on the sensitive
column, and he could feel Deucalion shudder against his body and hear his heart
skip a beat before thundering even faster than before.
 
Their bodies were flushed against one another and his Omega’s erection was now
pressed against his own, the cloth between them already damp with pre-cum.
Scott loved that they were the same height, though Deucalion’s legs were longer
and his upper body shorter and more muscular, it meant that everything lined up
almost perfectly. Like they were made to fit against one another.
 
It only took a little push and the backs of Deucalion’s knees hit the edge of
the bed, sending the other man sprawling backwards. Scott crawled on top of
him, straddling his hips as he bent to nibble with blunt human on his Omega’s
sensitive nipples before swiping his tongue to sooth the pinch. The sensation
seemed to drive the other man wild, his hips thrusting upwards to grind his
erection against Scott, and his hands bunching the sheets into fistfuls. He
made little noises in the back of his throat, eyes squeezed shut and head
thrown back, and Scott had never heard or seen anything hotter.
 
“I love this… the way I can see you coming undone.” Scott growled in
Deucalion’s chest, his voice rough. “How responsive you are.” Scott dipped down
and scrapped his teeth along Deucalion’s belly, causing the other man to arch
into him with a desperate sound. Deucalion’s cock brushed against Scott’s
throat and the scent of arousal washed over him as it slipped through the
aerated gym shorts. Scott allowed himself to slide off the edge of the bed to
kneel in between Deucalion’s legs, licking and scrapping a path along his
stomach the whole time.
 
Scott pulled back and looked up at the other man before slowly sliding his head
down until his mouth rested right over the clothed erection. Deucalion’s pupils
were so dilated the glowing blue iris was just a strip, but he was watching in
rapt fascination as Scott froze, his warm breath tantalizingly close. His body
was trembling but he didn’t thrust forward, waiting to see what his Alpha
wanted to do. Scott slid his hands down Deucalion’s hips, his claws leaving
angry red trails that stopped just short of drawing blood, removing the
offending layer of cloth.
 
As the shorts were pulled down Scott leaned back ever so slightly and the
second Deucalion’s weeping erection sprung free Scott pounced. He took the
whole considerable length at once, deep throating the other man instantly. When
the tip hit the back of his throat and slipped down he swallowed convulsively,
and the other man let out a sound that seemed a mixture between a howl and a
moan. Scott’s hand closed around the base of Deucalion’s cock, forming a cock
ring and helping hold the other man down.  He bobbed up and down, varying his
speed as he let the smell and taste of Deucalion fill his mind until he was
drunk on it.
 
“Scott… I… I can’t…” Deucalion tried to form words but he couldn’t stop making
that noise. This completely ruined noise that was somewhere between a whimper
and a moan. He tried to thrust upwards but Scott kept him down with a hand
placed between his bellybutton and his erection. In retaliation he scrapped his
claws lightly over the sensitive skin there and Deucalion shuddered.
 
Scott drew back and let Deucalion’s swollen cock slip free into the air,
looking up until the other werewolf finally looked down and met his eyes. Then
with a feral growl Scott drew Deucalion in all the way again, his growls
rippling along his length as he loosened his hold on Deucalion’s base.
Deucalion exploded with a full throated howl. Scott felt the warm cum squirt
down his throat and he swallowed it, continuing to milk his Omega’s cock until
the other man was a trembling mess.
 
“That was for forgetting about you this morning.” Scott announced, his voice
and throat rough from the blowjob but healing rapidly.
 
Deucalion just laid there gasping, his eyes blinking myopically and his body
still trembling in little after-shocks. “This… This morning?”
 
Scott nodded, pleased that he had left the other man in such a state. “After
you made omelets and gave me that amazing blowjob… I just left. I know you were
aroused and wanting, and I just didn’t think about it. I was wrapped up in my
own little world.”  
 
“Scott…” Deucalion swallowed convulsively still trying to come down from his
high. “You are the Alpha. It is an honorthat you allow me to take care of you.
That you would eat something I prepared…” He tried to explain; attempting to
sit up to look at Scott better, but just gave up in a collapse of limbs. “It is
my privilegeto take care of your sexual needs. That you would allow me to touch
and care for you… The Alpha protects the pack and keeps them together and
strong, provides for the pack. And the pack provides for the Alpha. It is hard
to remember that you are new to this because you are such a strong Alpha, and
seem to know exactly what to do. How did you do that?”
 
Scott smiled. “My mom is a nurse, and sometimes she helps other nurses practice
stuff. I got strep throat a lot and she would let them swab my throat all the
time. They weren’t very good at it. It basically killed my gag reflex.” He was
glad that Deucalion seemed to enjoy the blowjob so much. He had done things he
knew he liked when Deucalion had sucked on him, and a few things he had seen in
various porn videos. That Deucalion seemed more comfortable and relaxed was a
huge bonus, at least he was saying more than a few words at a time. Even if
some of the things he was saying made Scott worried he was taking advantage of
him again.
 
The idea that Deucalion was just taking care of him, and didn’t really want
this crept back into his mind. Was he just keeping his Alpha happy or did he
want this? Scott really wanted to ask, but he was worried that Deucalion would
just respond with what he wanted to hear. So he switched subjects.
 
“Everyone loved dinner.”
 
Deucalion started to laugh. It was this deep chuckle that made the whole bed
bounce and Scott’s still erect cock twitch. “I think you might have a food
fetish.”
 
Scott joined in on the laughter. “It’s possible. I know watching you cook is a
major turn on.”
 
“Knowing that you enjoy the food I prepare. That I feed you… That is a major
turn on for me as well.” Deucalion confessed. Scott figured that was good news,
though it was still perilously closed to pleasing-the-Alpha-makes-me-happy.
 
Deucalion was finally recovered enough to sit up, and Scott rose instantly to
tower over him; still uncomfortable being in a lower submissive posture. This
brought the Omega face to ‘face’ with Scott’s arousal, still locked away tight
in Scott’s jeans. Deucalion took a deep breath in through the nose, drawing the
aroma of Scott’s arousal deep into him. His eyes flicked up to meet Scott’s and
then he leaned forward ever so slightly to mouth the bulge in Scott’s pants.
 
Scott wanted to say something, tell Deucalion that he didn’t have to get him
off just because he was horny. But the words just came out as a moan that
sounded suspiciously like the other werewolf’s name. His eyes slid shut and his
head fell back even as he grabbed the Omega’s shoulders to steady himself.
Whatever the other man was doing felt amazing and Scott bucked his hips for a
moment, unable to control himself. Deucalion had apparently been prepared for
it and dodged; before going back to sucking Scott through his pants, his hands
resting hesitantly on Scott’s hips.
 
Scott was torn between liking the mild pressure on his hips and feeling the
urge to shrug them off and start thrusting, in case his Omega thought to
control him. But Deucalion’s hands slid over and began to undo Scott’s pants
and his bout of dominance was instantly washed away by a wave of pleasure. A
warm flat tongue swept up the underside of his cock and Scott groaned as
Deucalion’s tongue suddenly narrowed and pressed firmly on his slit to gather
the pre-cum there.
 
Already close to the edge from getting Deucalion off, Scott didn’t take long to
finish. He came in a rush just as Deucalion swallowed him, sucking the tip in
deeper when Scott’s hips bucked wildly.
 
At least this time there’s no clean up. Scott thought as he suddenly felt very
groggy. It felt like all he was doing lately was sleeping and doing things with
Deucalion, but everyone had been running on empty for so long with the Darack
killings. I died two days ago; I deserve to sleep all I want.
 
With that slightly morbid thought Scott crawled up past Deucalion on to the
bed. He laid down with a sigh and shucked the last of his clothes off. It was
several moments before Deucalion hesitantly crawled up beside him. But he let
his Omega know that he was welcome with a sigh, dragging his arm out to trap
the other man and keep him nearby. They were both still exhausted from
everything that happened the night before, not to mention the excitement
throughout the day, so it didn’t take long for them to drift to sleep.
 
                                      -.-
 
Scott came awake all at once, his heart pounding. He froze and waited, trying
to reason out what had disturbed his sleep. The stench of fear, pain, and rage
drowned out all other smells and Scott could hear a deep rumbling growl from
under his head. He looked up from where his head rested on Deucalion’s chest to
see his Omega trapped in a nightmare, his face twisted into a grimace of pain.
 
The young Alpha didn’t even think, he just leaned away from Deucalion and
started shaking him, trying to wake the werewolf from his nightmare. It
shouldn’t have surprised him when Deucalion woke up with a snarl and lashed
out, his claws drawing bloody furrows across Scott’s chest. The shock of pain
was washed away by white hot raged, and Scott was pinning his Omega down in an
instant. Deucalion bucked to try and get Scott off, lashing out with his claws
again with a feral snarl. But this time Scott was prepared and he grabbed his
wrists and slammed them down onto the bed, snarling back at Deucalion who
seemed to suddenly remember where he was. He submitted instantly, his chin
tilted back to expose his neck and his body going lax; but it wasn’t enough for
Scott.
 
The enraged Alpha bit down, sinking teeth into the muscle between shoulder and
neck. Blood filled his mouth and he growled wetly. Unlike last time there was
nothing sexual about this bite, it was all about reminding his Omega who was in
charge. Deucalion whimpered but didn’t fight his Alpha again, remaining passive
and whimpering apologizes. Scott fought down his rage slowly, releasing his
hold on Deucalion bit by bit. It took him several minutes to calm down and
return completely to normal, and as soon as he returned to completely human he
was hit by a wave of regret.
 
Deucalion’s shoulder was a mess, the wound deep and vicious. When Scott had
claimed him it was a bite-and-release that left a clean wound, this time he had
chewed and it left a very different wound. The submissive Omega was also
covered in blood. Deep purple blood gushed from his shoulder and was already
pooling to meet the bright red blood that covered his chest from Scott’s own
wounds. His Omega had tears in his eyes, which were squeezed shut, and he was
trembling although he fought to remain relaxed and passive. Scott pulled back
in horror, backing out of the bed and stumbling away from the damaged man. “Oh
God, I’m sorry.”
 
Deucalion’s eyes opened and he looked at Scott out of the corner of his eye,
careful to leave his neck completely exposed. “Scott?”
 
The broken tone in his voice was back and it made Scott feel nauseous.  “I am
so sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
 
Deucalion relaxed some and turned his head carefully, wincing in pain. Whatever
he was about to say changed the moment he saw Scott’s chest. “Oh God.” He went
from completely passive and shaky to up and across the room, hands going to
touch Scott’s chest to stem the flow of blood. Scott hissed in pain, but
surprisingly it didn’t bother him to have Deucalion moving so quickly around
him.
 
“It’s fine, cuts heal quickly.” Scott dismissed, still staring at Deucalion’s
shoulder. “That’s going to take a while. I’m so sorry I have no idea what
happened.”
 
“I attacked you.” Deucalion seemed just as horrified as Scott felt for
attacking him, maybe even more so if that was possible. “I was having a bad
dream, and when I woke up I lashed out without thinking. I attacked you. I hurt
you.”
 
Scott couldn’t argue with that, his cuts were burning but the blood was slowing
as his healing kicked into high gear. “I shouldn’t shake you awake like that. I
knew you were having a bad dream and I didn’t consider how you would react. I
have no idea why I bit you like that…”
 
Deucalion was still standing close to Scott, his eyes glued to his chest as he
watched with worry to make sure the wounds healed properly. “You were asserting
your dominance.” He said nonchalantly, as though mauling someone for being
scared was normal. “I… I’m part of your pack and I attackedyou. I’m surprised
you didn’t go straight for the kill… I did.”
 
Scott saw a shadow pass over Deucalion’s face, probably remembering when his
second attacked him and he killed his Beta. “He was trying to kill you; you
definitely weren’t trying to kill me. I never reacted that way before. Isaac
kind of attacked me after Ethan and Aiden locked him in the closet… and I
didn’t attack him like that.”
Mentioning Ethan and Aiden made Deucalion wince, whether it was due to how the
once Alpha ordered them to attack him or some other reason Scott wasn’t sure.
“A Beta is expected to one day try and kill the Alpha, it’s how the pack stays
strong and it wouldn’t set you off any more than usual. I am your Omega. It is
inconceivable to your instincts that I would attack you. Most Alpha’s would
banish an Omega who did something like that… Most Alpha’s would punish an Omega
for looking at them sidewise, or for no reason at all. It is an Omega’s place.”
Deucalion’s voice cracked as he spoke and he wasn’t looking at Scott anymore,
so he didn’t see the horrified look on his face. He was back to staring at his
feet, the stench of shame and fear blending with the almost overwhelming scent
of blood.
 
“I’m not that kind of Alpha.” Scott didn’t know what else to say. He wanted to
ask if Deucalion was that kind of Alpha, before he started his Alpha pack.
Before Gerard shattered the man he was. But he found he didn’t want to know;
not ready to deal with the consequences of going down that road at three in the
morning while being covered in blood.
 
“We are a mess.” Scott said, looking them both over. In fact they both looked
as though they had been in a horror film, one of the serial-slasher ones that
Stiles refused to watch. He looked over Deucalion’s shoulder to see that the
bed looked as though someone had died on it, blood pooling and soaking into the
sheets. “Oh, crap.”
 
Chest wounds were bloody, and Deucalion had nailed him good. A little up and he
would have ripped out his throat, a little down and Scott’s intestines would be
decorating the wall. His retaliatory bite to Deucalion’s shoulder was also
located in a blood vessel rich area. As it was Scott and Deucalion would both
live, but it looked like Scott needed to buy a new bedroom set.
 
Deucalion looked over his shoulder as well, surveying the damage they had
caused. Scott walked away from him and inspected the mess, trying to give the
other man some space to collect himself. The sheets were ruined. The rug was
also speckled in blood and there was a pool of it collecting from where it ran
off the bed. There was a bloody trail leading from the bed to a pool of blood
where Scott had been standing. There was no protecting between the sheets and
the mattress, and Scott suspected that the blood had soaked through already to
stain the mattress.
 
“I am too tired to deal with this tonight.” Scott announced after surveying the
mess. “I vote shower and then we crawl into the guest bed. We can deal with
this in the morning… hopefully before my mom comes home and freaks.”
 
“I can clean it up.” Deucalion offered, blushing when Scott raised his eyebrows
at him. “Well, I can get the blood off the floor so it doesn’t stain the
hardwood. I think there is nothing to be done with the bed but to throw it
away.”
 
Scott nodded. “I’ll help.”
 
Deucalion looked as though he wanted to argue, but he just nodded; wincing when
the motion caused him to pull at his still bleeding shoulder wound. Scott
didn’t miss the wince and he walked over to look at the wound. Deucalion held
mostly still, his neck stretching submissively again. Scott didn’t announce
what he was doing, the black veins appearing as he sucked the pain into himself
and he felt his energy levels drop.
 
Healing a werewolf was very different from taking away a human’s pain; there
was a drain on his energy he wasn’t expecting. Taking away pain just caused him
to feel it instead of them; it did nothing to fix the problem. But the same
trick when applied to werewolves lent strength to the receiver, healing wounds
faster but taking a toll on the giver. Intellectually Scott knew this, but the
amount of energy he had to expend to heal a part of Deucalion was a surprise.
 
Scott was still exhausted from lack of sleep. That combined with the tremendous
blood loss he had just suffered, and he just didn’t have the energy to spare to
heal Deucalion. If he had told Deucalion what he was planning Deucalion would
have warned him. As it was Scott’s knees buckled.
 
He was suddenly kneeling on the ground, looking up at Deucalion in surprise as
the world spun around him. His chest was warm, a drastic distinction from his
suddenly cold limbs, and he looked down in confusion as blood once again flowed
from the reopened wounds on his chest. Scott’s head felt heavy and his neck
seemed loose. So he just let his head flop forward to rest his chin on his
chest. The world rocked again as the added weight caused him to lose his
precarious balance, and he found himself tipping forward towards the ground.
Numbness rolled down his arms and legs and Scott couldn’t find it in himself to
care about his impending collision with the hard ground.  Warm strong hands
grabbed his shoulders and forced him backwards, his head lolling backwards on
his still weak neck.
 
Bright blue eyes were suddenly right in front of his and Scott fought at the
lethargy dragging at him. Deucalion’s mouth was moving, but despite being only
inches from Scott’s normally sensitive ears the ringing drowned out whatever
the other man was trying to say. He wanted to tell Deucalion that he was fine,
but it just seemed like too much effort. His eyelids were growing heavier and
Scott let them close for a moment.
 
He was suddenly jarred; the strong hands on his shoulders gripping harder and
moving him back and forth in a way that made his head flop back in forth
uncomfortably. Scott’s eyes opened again and he tried to rearrange his features
into a frown, but Deucalion’s panicked look finally broke through his
placidity. His Omega must sense some danger he was unaware of so Scott fought
to bring himself back online, the knowledge that his pack needed him the only
force that could make him push himself away from the comforting numbness.
 
“Wh… What is it?” God, my voice is so weak.Scott thought as he tried to look
around and figure out what was setting his Omega off. Adrenaline began to pump
and the numbness fled as it rushed through him to warm his body.
 
“Scott?! Scott?! Can you hear me? You have to fight it! Stay awake.” Deucalion
was shouting now, and he was right next to Scott. His voice way too loud as it
grated over Scott’s newly awakened nerves.
 
“Fight what? Where?” The talk of fighting had Scott shifting, and the added
strength of his werewolf form flooding his muscles finally woke him up all the
way. “Oh, wow.”
 
Scott fought to regain his feet before realizing he was kneeling on the floor,
his legs entangling with Deucalion’s. The other man was a warm presence,
chasing away the last of the chills in his veins. Despite Scott’s alert
expression Deucalion showed no intention of letting the young Alpha go. “You
almost died Scott.”
 
Scott shook his head, already losing hold on his werewolf-shape and slipping
back to fully human. “I gave a little more than I realized that’s all. It
wasn’t too much. I was just zapped for a minute. I was more tired than I
realized.” His eyes focused on Deucalion’s shoulder. The once ragged wound was
closed. It was still a nasty scab with a deep bruise, but the bleeding had
stopped and there was minimal swelling. Remembering that his own wounds had
reopened he looked down. There was no telling how much of the blood on his
chest was new, but the slices on his chest had already stopped bleeding again.
“See? I’m fine… just a little woozy.”
 
Deucalion’s expression closed off and he stared at his Alpha for a long moment.
Scott realized he couldn’t tell what the man was thinking by his scent with all
the blood in the air. But the erection pressing against his thigh was a pretty
good indicator; as was his breathy tone when he finally spoke. “You astound
me.”
 
For a second Scott thought he just didn’t have enough blood to spare for an
erection, but everyone always said where there’s a will there’s a way. It
suddenly occurred to Scott that they were still naked from earlier, with all
the blood it just hadn’t registered before. Now he dipped his head forward and
captured Deucalion’s mouth in their first kiss.
 
The kiss was amazing as soon as Deucalion recovered from his shock. Allison and
Scott had made out a lot, and that had been amazing. But Deucalion had a feral
edge that she didn’t have, there were teeth involved. A small nip on his lip
and he moaned instantly. Everywhere else Scott was in charge, but his Omega
took charge when they kissed. He gasped for air when Deucalion pulled back
slightly to trail kisses along his jaw towards his ear. There was another small
playful nip there and Scott groaned his approval.
 
It was just too much.
 
Scott fell backwards in a tangle of limbs, light headed and instantly colder
away from Deucalion’s heat. Deucalion looked confused and just as aroused as he
gazed down at his Alpha. Then realization crossed over his face. “We are
covered in blood.”
 
“I noticed.” Scott gasped as he squished his face in disgust. He was sticking
to the floor at this point. “That was still awesome.”
 
Deucalion started laughing, a full throated laugh that made his muscles move in
amazing ways and his erection bobbed. “I think we need to clean up, before the
hardwood stains.”
 
“So responsible.” Scott laughed.
 
Deucalion smoldered at him for a moment, literally smoldered. “I don’t want to
be responsible. I want to kiss you until you can’t breathe, then I want to suck
on you until you can’t control yourself. But I’m pretty sure you need at least
a little more time to recover, you lost a lot of blood. Then you drained
yourself even further healing me.”
 
Scott groaned. “You can’t say things like that to me when I’m so tired I can
barely move. It’s not fair.”
 
Deucalion smiled, unrepentant. “I will start the shower, you rest.”
 
Scott watched as Deucalion rose and walked over to the bathroom, listening to
the squeak of the knobs then the patter of water running. He found he just
didn’t have the energy to move, so he waited passively. When Deucalion came
back into the room he raised an eyebrow at Scott. “Do you need help?”
 
Scott felt like he should be blushing, but he was still hard and he really
didn’t have enough blood to do both. His body opted to stay hard rather than
give up the blood to his face, and Scott found he couldn’t really complain
about its’ choice. “I think I might need help standing up.”
 
Deucalion moved easily, sidling along Scott’s body in a way that didn’t set off
his Alpha dominance instincts. He reached down and helped Scott up, pulling his
shoulder’s up while the young Alpha locked his legs to help him stand.
 
The moment he was fully upright the world tilted and darkness gathered at the
edges of sight, swooping in as Scott fought not to pass out. Deucalion’s arms
were the only thing keeping him upright for a perilous moment and Scott fought
hard to make his body obey him, despite its exhausted state.
 
Finally the dark edges fell away and he started breathing easier, looking over
at his shoulder to Deucalion with a reassuring grin. “I think I’m good.”
 
His Omega didn’t look convinced and as Scott took a step forward to prove that
he was fine, his concern was proven well founded. The ground tried to reclaim
Scott with a magnificent pull and he let out a little squeak that he would deny
for all time. Deucalion was prepared and kept Scott upright.
 
“I think I will help you get to the bathroom.” To his credit, there was no
gloating in his tone; but Scott still felt embarrassment fight to make him
blush again.
 
“I think that would be best.” There was no dignified way to make it to the
bathroom, his knees kept trying to buckle and eventually Deucalion just picked
him up and carried him bridal style. Once they reached the shower Deucalion
careful set Scott back up on his feet.
 
“We have to get the blood off you at least.” Deucalion muttered, settling Scott
into the spray. The hot water hitting his still healing wounds helped wake
Scott up a bit more and he shrugged to get Deucalion to let go again. I hate
good water pressure sometimes.
 
Scott reached up through the pounding spray and grabbed onto the shower rod. It
wasn’t really strong enough to keep him from falling if gravity decided to kick
its efforts up a notch again, but it should be fine to just help him keep his
balance. “Okay I got this.”
 
Deucalion hovered around the edges of the shower for a bit longer, making sure
Scott wasn’t about to inspect the shower tiles from up close. Then he was gone
and Scott really started to relax, his eyes getting heavy again. He slid down
in the tub with minimal noise, careful not to block the drain and just let the
water pelt him.
 
It only seemed like a second later, but Deucalion was back to shaking him and
calling out his name, and the scalding hot water was lukewarm at best. “Scott!”
 
“I’m fine.” Scott mumbled, trying not to growl at his Omega for just being
worried. “I’m just really tired.”
 
“I washed up in the other shower. We need to get you to bed.” Scott was able to
help Deucalion get him vertical this time, some of his energy returning just
from the short nap. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but it was nice having
someone fuss over him and rub him with a towel. Deucalion was very gentle with
his still healing cuts, and Scott let the thought that they should have long
healed pass without looking closely at it. Then the world spun again as
Deucalion carried him once more, but this time their destination was the guest
bed, that was theoretically Isaac’s.
 
“Wait!” Scott called out when Deucalion made to set him in the bed. “We can’t
get into Isaac’s bed naked. It’s about respect.”
 
Deucalion raised an eyebrow and shrugged with just one shoulder, so as to
barely disturb his Alpha. He set Scott down again, close to the wall so that
the weakened werewolf could rest. From this position Scott was able to peak
into his own room. It still looked like a charnel house, word of the day, but
there wasn’t any blood on the floor now and there was a plastic bag peeking out
from under the rug. He also got a nice view of Deucalion moving, with all the
rippling muscles that accompanied it.
 
At this point his body just had it; while he could feel the usual stirring, his
body remained unresponsive. He wasn’t sure if he felt relieved or disappointed.
Deucalion hesitantly pulled out another pair of gym shorts for himself and some
pj pants for Scott, fortunately both were located on the top shelf because
Scott wasn’t sure he could have handled Deucalion bending over.
 
As the Omega returned victorious and he helped Scott slip into his pants before
slipping into a pair as well. Finally decently clothed they crawled into bed
once more, letting exhaustion claim them without a fight.
 
When shouting woke them up the next morning all Scott could think was will I
ever be able to sleep in?
 
Chapter End Notes
     I haven’t actually written anything beyond this point… I’m not a
     hundred percent who I want to show up at the house… his dad? Stiles?
     Isaac? The argents? How about the twins?
      
     I got ideas… you’ll just have to find out once I’m positive I know
     how I want to introduce each character.
      
     DUM DUM DUM!!!!
***** Chapter Seven *****
Chapter Notes
     I want to say I REALLY tried to write the ‘new’ characters in. I
     literally rewrote this four times! Four complete (3,000-5,000 word)
     chapters, and I could not make the other characters work while still
     being realistic and in character.
     First the twins – why would they show up? They are at school, it’s
     Monday. Let’s say they were summoned by the smell of blood or
     something… ends up in a big fight. Poor Melissa’s house and it did
     not end up going well for anybody. There was even an almost death,
     which I pulled off as almost due to fancy writing skills.
     Second the argents – again, why would they be there? Maybe they are
     just checking on him? That would work except that Chris still kinda
     hates him, but let’s push past that… he got over it during the whole
     almost dying thing or something. It just felt stilted and there was
     some major anger with the whole Deucalion thing… it was just not a
     good way to introduce Deucalion to the Argents without someone dying/
     being hospitalized.
     Finally Scott’s dad – Makes the most sense to show up (compared to
     the other options). He came to check on his son and get answers. Only
     to find a room full of blood and his son in bed with a strange man…
     Imagine how a federal agent who isn’t indoctrinated to the
     supernatural is going to react? That’s right… he ended up shooting
     Deucalion (seriously the only thing I could write) and Scott attacked
     him… it was just not good. Especially since while I do hate him (he
     is such a dick) we are only just meeting him and remember how super
     scary and mean Chris was in the beginning? There is no way teen wolf
     is going to let us stay in full on hate with Scott’s dad!
     Think to past bad guys. Matt – drowning victim trying to get back at
     his murders - sympathetic even if he was an asshat. Peter – do I
     really need to go there? You all love him, don’t lie. Deucalion –
     again not going to even dignify with explanation. Even Jessica – she
     was trying to rid the world of a vicious pack of werewolves who was
     wiping out entire packs, their emissaries, and other humans who were
     more or less ‘innocent’. Yeah she was an evil bitch who killed way
     too many people. But you know your heart broke a little for her when
     you saw Deucalion rip out her throat… it was just so painful to watch
     it happen to her all over again.
     I want my fic to last a long while, even into season 3 part b where
     we will start liking Scott’s dad and it will be harder to hate him.
     So faced with three chapters all trying to cover the same material,
     stay in character, and not make an irreversible mistake… I had to go
     with the fourth non-exciting choice that ends with pack feels and
     stuff.
     Don’t hate me I TRIED so hard! But, the way I write, the charters
     have almost as much control over the story as I do and can be drama
     queens and kings! But on the positive side, now I have a good idea
     how everyone will be brought in… which is soon.
     Fic timeline wise the Argents today (Monday) and Scott’s dad tonight
     (still Monday). Then the twins a little tomorrow (Tuesday) and fully
     into the fic by tomorrow night (still Tuesday).
     Anywho… sorry again.
“Scott?! SCOTT?!” The shouting was getting closer and Scott fought to sit up,
still exhausted. Blood loss took longer to heal than anything else, except
maybe an Alpha wound. Deucalion was definitely more alert, but Scott grabbed at
his arm when he went to get out of bed. Despite his pack status and the
apparent bonding between him and Isaac, it wouldn’t do for the panicked Beta to
come face to face with their former enemy while the scent of blood was so
prominent in the air.
 
“I’m in your room.” Scott tried to shout, but it came out a croak. He
eventually gave up on actually getting up and just rested against the headboard
for a moment. “We’re fine. It was a misunderstanding.”
 
Isaac burst in, his eyes yellow in his pale face. Stiles was right behind him,
looking decidedly green. “I could smell the blood from downstairs, man.” The
human member of his pack complained.
 
“I could smell it from outside.” Isaac’s voice was shaky and Scott knew he must
have imagined all sorts of horrible things in the moments it took him to find
them safe.
 
“Wait,” Scott frowned at both of his pack members. “What are you both doing
here?”
 
“They let your mom and my dad out this morning after first rounds.” Stiles
walked further into the room, eyes scanning both shirtless werewolves for
wounds. “Isaac said he smelled blood, so dad and your mom are waiting outside
by the car.”
 
“You convinced your dad to stay in the car?” Scott said, eyebrows rising in
shock.
 
“He doesn’t have his gun and I told him we might need a quick getaway.” Isaac
supplied, still looking hesitantly between the two werewolves still in bed.
“What happened?”
 
“It was just a big mistake.” Scott said; trying to convey with a look he didn’t
want to talk about it. Neither Stiles nor Isaac looked like they were going to
let it drop.
 
“Are you into some kind of blood play?” Stiles asked bluntly. “Cause that is a
lotof blood, and you don’t look so good… all pale and stuff. No judgment dude,
but… that just doesn’t look healthy or safe.”
 
“No! It wasn’t anything like that.” Scott felt like he should be blushing.
 
“No judgment.” Stiles repeated, holding his hands up in the universal sign for
surrender. “I just feel like if that’s what you guys were doing it might have
gone a little too far. Safe words are our friends you know?”
 
“Was it a nightmare?” Isaac asked; he wasn’t looking at Scott but at Deucalion.
Who so far couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes and was reeking of shame. “I never tried
to actually fight back in my nightmares, but I still took a swipe at Derek
once. When we were living in the abandoned subway station. He startled me and
it was near the full moon. He was expecting it… we all had nightmares. Derek
was the worse to wake up; you had to do it from across the room. Even then… it
wasn’t exactly safe.” It was obviously hard for Isaac to talk about; he kept
stopping and starting mid-sentence as though he was torn between getting it all
out and making it coherent. He was also careful to avoid mentioning Boyd and
Erica, leaving their names unsaid. Left safely to be dealt with in the future.
 
“I took a swing at my dad once.” Stiles confessed to the wall, carefully not
looking at anyone. “It was right after the whole Matt thing. I was having a
nightmare about Gerard beating me up while the kanima drowned my mom… He heard
me shouting. I just came up swinging.”
 
The shared confessions should have made the room heavy, and it did for a
moment, but the acceptance and understanding overpowered it and lifted the
atmosphere in the room considerably. Scott looked at his pack in pride. They
understood the problem and tried to make Deucalion feel less guilty. At the
same time they shared something personal and painful to help their new pack
mate. He let them all sit in silence for a moment, before using the lightened
atmosphere to shift the conversation’s direction away from painful memories.
 
“So how long do you think we have before the parents storm the house?” Scott
asked lightly.
 
“I say we have seconds left.” Isaac said; his head cocked to the side as he
listened. “I just heard your mom’s car door shut.”
 
“What do you think the chances are we can keep it from them?” Scott asked,
getting up unsteadily.
 
“My dad -the sheriff- and your mom -the nurse-… overlooking the smell of blood,
your pale face, unsteady coordination, andforgetting all about the warning we
said about something being off and to stay away?” Stiles looked at his best
friend with a skeptical expression on his face. “I’d say good, but I try not to
lie to you. Also, how to you expect to get all the bloody furniture out of here
without them noticing? Let alone getting rid of it… that is like death amount
of blood.”
 
“It was a thought… Isaac stall them for a second? Stiles can you guard my
bedroom door? I want to soften the shock as much as possible.” Scott asked his
pack mates. He was unaware of the mild command in each order; too distracted by
trying to figure out the best way to tell his mom. He looked over at the still
sitting Omega, who was definitely way too sexy to be reclining in a bed when
his mom walked in. There was three mornings worth of stubble on his jaw, he had
bed head, and he hadn’t lost anywhere near the amount of blood Scott had, so
his skin had a healthy glow.
 
“Can you like… stop looking so damn sexy for a moment?” Scott asked; his voice
cracking. “My mom’s about to come up here and there is no way she’s going to be
able to handle everything all at once.”
 
Despite the weakness he had felt earlier he already felt stronger, able to
stand and walk without any unsteadiness. Wolf’s are stronger in packs.
Apparently just being near his pack was enough for him to gain strength, an
important tidbit he made sure to put away for later.
 
Deucalion rose with a lithe grace that Scott fought not to envy. While he was
definitely stronger he wasn’t anywhere near graceful at the moment. The Omega
was smiling, he had that look on his face that made Scott want to kiss him.
 
“I said stop being so sexy… go stand in the corner.” Scott moaned, trying to
keep his voice down. He could hear his mom and Stile’s dad talking to Isaac,
and it didn’t sound like the Beta was going to be able to calm them down until
they had seen Scott. The Alpha made sure his Omega was out of the way, not
immediately noticeable but not hidden either, before calling down to his mom.
“I’m fine mom. There was just a little accident.”
 
Stiles was standing across the hallway, firmly planted against the closed door
to Scott’s bedroom. He gestured the adults into the guestroom when they made to
try and get around him. Scott felt a pang of guilt at he worried look on his
mom’s face.
 
“I really am fine. I promise.” Perhaps he should have let them worry for a
moment longer; the second both parents could see that Scott was unharmed their
concern turned into confused irritation.
 
“Don’t lie to me Scott.” His mom commanded, her arms folding across her chest.
She was wearing scrubs from her locker and still looked exhausted. “I can smell
blood.”
 
“I thought the time for lies was over.” The sheriff glared. Scott could feel
his uniform and badge, despite the fact the sheriff was wearing sweats from the
hospital. His actual uniform had been taken at the hospital and put into
evidence bags.
 
“I’m not lying. I’m a werewolf. We heal fast.” Scott reminded them, trying not
to sound defensive. “There was an accident, but I’m fine now. See?” He held his
arms out and made a slow circle, letting them inspect him for damage.
 
“You’re pale.” His mom said, not in the least bit mollified.
 
“I lost some blood… okay a lot of blood. That takes time to replace.” Scott
confessed, trying to prepare them for the sight of his bedroom slowly.
 
“How much blood?” It seemed like Stiles’ dad and his mom were taking turns
asking questions. Working as a team to ferret out the whole truth. Both Stiles
and Isaac watched from the hallway, not lending a hand as the adults
interrogated him.
 
“A lot.” Scott repeated, trying to stall and find a good way to break it to
them.
 
“Why are you in Isaac’s bedroom?” Scott took a moment to appreciate how she
called it Isaac’s. Even though she knew he really only kept his clothes in the
mostly unused room, from the look on Isaac’s face it was something he noticed
too. The abused and abandoned teen needed something that was his, and Melissa
knew it.
 
The warm fuzzies that thought gave him was enough to make him reveal too much
too fast. “Cause my room is covered in blood.”
 
Both his mom and Stiles’ dad had to have known that the blood they could smell
was coming from his room, but with conformation they suddenly sprang into
action. They rounded on Stiles and Isaac who were surprised by the sudden
confession and ill prepared to stop them. The sheriff shouldered his son aside
quickly but gently, while Melissa used his body as a shield to keep the
suddenly frantic teens from stopping her. She opened the door and walked into
the room in one motion, then froze at the sight before her. With the cat out of
the bag both Stiles and Isaac stopped trying to keep the door closed and that
freed up the sheriff to look as well. A hardened cop with years of experience,
he still looked sick.
 
In the light of day the room looked even worse, despite the fact that Deucalion
had cleaned up some.  Somehow blood had gotten on the ceiling, the drops
indicting what Stiles had once informed him was high velocity bloodsplatter.
The fact that some of the pools were thick enough to not have dried over night
was bad. Most of the blood was off the floor, but there was still discoloration
where the blood had been too thick and they had waited too long to try and
clean it up. The bed was still the worse. The morning sunlight lit up the tears
in the sheets, deep furrows that were definitely claw marks rent through the
sheets into the mattress underneath and Scott could literally see the blood
pooling to fill in the divots. Scott didn’t remember which of them had done it
but he guessed it really didn’t matter at the moment.
 
“Holy shit.” Scott winced when his mom cursed. “Scott? Is all this your blood?”
 
Scott was instantly torn between admitting it wasn’t all his so his mom
wouldn’t sound quite so horrified, or lying to prevent the follow up questions.
As she turned tear filled eyes from the mess that was his room and focused them
on him, the need to reassure her won out over his discomfort. “Not all of it.”
 
“Were you attacked? Did you get a good look at the attacker? Do you know who
they are? Can you describe them?” The sheriff sounded furious, rattling off
questions as he rounded on Scott again.
 
“I am to blame.” Deucalion spoke up from behind Scott. There was no real
emotion in his voice, despite the fact that Scott could actually feel his
remorse through the pack bonds. “I attacked Scott.”
 
Scott got between his mother and the Omega, prepared to actually hold her off
if need be. He spoke fast, trying to keep his mom and Stiles’ dad from going
after Deucalion.
 
“It was an accident. And it was mostly my fault. He was having a nightmare and
I startled him. Some of the blood in there is his too.” Both adults were
staring past Scott to look at Deucalion. The Alpha fought the urge to block
their view and protect his vulnerable Omega. I never had this much trouble with
my instincts before I became an Alpha. “Mom. It was an accident and there is no
real harm done. Except to my bedroom furniture.”
 
Melissa looked between Deucalion and Scott several times. “It was an accident?”
She sounded incredulous, but something told Scott she was willing to listen.
 
“You know the old saying - Let sleeping dogs lie? - it goes double for
werewolves.” Stiles joked, trying to lighten the mood.
 
Isaac spoke up, trying to draw the attention his way. “We should have warned
you… I have nightmares sometimes too. If you ever see me having one, don’t wake
me up. Get Scott.”
 
Melissa looked between the two teens, both of whom were doing their best to
look undisturbed by the idea of Deucalion attacking Scott.
 
“Is this a common occurrence?” The sheriff asked, trying to figure out if this
was something he would have to deal with often.
 
“It’s not common, but it’s not rare.” Isaac said, meeting the sheriff’s eyes to
convey his honesty. “We’re werewolves. That means if we get upset we come
equipped with sharp teeth and claws. All the furniture in Derek’s dens was
either liquid resistant for easy clean up or replaceable.”
 
“It shouldn’t be this bad if it ever happens again.” Scott said when his mom
suddenly got much paler. The idea of walking into this kind of scene again
obviously forefront in her mind. “I wasn’t thinking and I wasn’t prepared. If I
had known he was going to come up swinging I could have avoided getting
swiped.”
 
Scott saw his mom look over his shoulder her gaze searching, and he fought to
avoid turning to look at Deucalion as well. Whatever she saw made her nod
before she turned her laser like focus back on her son. “Okay… But I don’t want
you hiding these things from me Scott. No more lies, not by omission, not at
all. Now, I don’t expect you to tell me everything.But anything that could pose
a danger, or leave blood all over the furniture… I think I deserve to know.”
 
“That goes for me too.” Stiles’ dad spoke up. He had watched the whole exchange
mostly silent, but it was obvious he had been paying close attention. It was
also apparent that while he wasn’t making a big deal out of it, he didn’t think
this incident was settled like Melissa did. “How are we going to dispose of all
this blood? If you just dump it someone is going to be calling me about a
possible murder.”
 
“We could burn it.” Isaac offered. “Just go into the woods put it in a big pile
and set it on fire…”
 
The sheriff turned to look at the teen. “That is illegal. All trash fires have
to be licensed and monitored so they don’t spread.”
 
“Dad.” Stiles said gently. “Can you think of a better idea?”
 
“The crime-scene cleanup crew. They use a specialized furnace at the police
station. We get everything into easy chunks and take it there to be disposed
of. It has filters to prevent pollution and bio-hazardous material from
entering the atmosphere.” The sheriff gave each teen a look, carefully omitting
Deucalion from his scolding. “You guys are supposed to be the green generation;
do you have any idea the amount of pollution burning all this stuff will
release?”
 
“The blood stains on the floor and ceiling have to be cleaned using the
industrial strength stuff from the hospital too. I can go back in and grab it.
Say I forgot something in my locker.” Melissa volunteered. It was obvious she
was avoiding thinking about it being Scott’s blood, focusing instead on the act
of covering it up. “If we leave the blood it can mold and cause all sorts of
problems later on.”
 
“Okay, sounds like a plan.” Scott said cheerfully. Deucalion hadn’t said much
and Scott wanted to check on his Omega, in fact the urge to touch him for
comfort was almost overwhelming. If it had been Isaac, or if either of them had
on more clothes, he could have just gone over and stood near his Omega; lending
strength and companionship. But he really didn’t need to talk about his
relationship with Deucalion with his mother and the sheriff right now,
especially because he was still trying to figure out what kind of relationship
they had.
 
“You all realize we would totally get away with murder right?” Stiles
announced, sounding a little too gleeful. “Like Scott, Isaac, and Deucalion
could kill someone. There would be no way to trace it to a human cause of the
wolf DNA if we were caught, and we all have the skills and knowledge to hide
the murder sight. We even have the sheriff on our side.”
 
“Dude, shut up.” Isaac grumped at the excitable teen. The look the sheriff was
shooting at his only child warned there might be a murder in the offing
anyways.
 
“So Stiles, can you go with mom and help her get the stuff from the hospital?”
Scott prompted.
 
“I am perfectly capable of going to the hospital by myself.” Melissa looked at
her son in irritation. “Unless you think I need a babysitter?”
 
“What? No!” Scott backtracked waving his hands in surrender.  He recognized
dangerous territory when he saw it. “I was just thinking that all the cleaning
stuff might be heavy. So mom’s going to the hospital… how’re we going to
transport all the furniture?”
 
“I can get a van from the police lot.” The sheriff announced. “I will take
Stiles, so he can drive the jeep back.”
 
“I know this sounds awful… But I am starving and I was totally looking forward
to more Deucalion cooked food.” Scott looked at his Beta when Isaac spoke, and
noticed how his eyes were still ever so slightly yellow.
 
Something he had noticed the first time someone drew blood on the field, and
anytime he went to the hospital, blood made him hungry. The only reason it
wasn’t really having an effect on him right now was because it was his; but the
blood loss was definitely making him thirsty. Isaac had showed up hungry, and
the scent of blood was definitely making it worse.
 
“Is anyone else hungry?” Stiles hand rose up automatically the second Scott
mentioned food. “Really? Dude, you can’t even eat popcorn during a horror
movie.”
 
“I know… but the food is so good… If Deucalion is the one making it, and
anything to get the smell of blood out of the air.” Stiles whined. “Please? I’m
not hungry right this second but I know the moment I smell food I will be.”
 
Finally Scott had a completely legitimate excuse to look at his Omega, who was
still standing in the out-of-the-way corner that he had ordered him into.
Deucalion’s expression was blanker than Scott had ever seen it; it was obvious
he was hiding his emotions from the humans in the room. There was no way he
could really hide his emotions from the other werewolves. But at the mention of
cooking he perked up a bit. Scott knew it was the prospect of being useful that
had Deucalion perking up, not his own joy for cooking, and that made him want
to growl.
 
This whole thing is so confusing.On one hand the fact that his newest – and to
be honest, least accepted and trusted – pack mate was trying to ingratiate
himself into the pack was good. But on the other hand Scott needed to know that
Deucalion wasn’t just operating on survival mode, pleasing the pack so they
wouldn’t kick him out. Pleasingme so I won’t kick him out.
 
“Anything in particular you want cooked?” Deucalion asked quietly.
 
“Something smelly… but in a good way.” Stiles announced walking into the room
and clapping Deucalion on his bare shoulder and steering him out of the room.
Scott fought off the envy he felt, heshould be the one touching his Omega.
 
It was good that Stiles was the one now chatting with the Omega, giving his
opinions on breakfast as he led him past the still wary parents. The fact that
Stiles was showing no fear, he was even teasingly ordering Deucalion around,
helped cement the overall feeling that Deucalion wasn’t a bad guy and that he
was trusted. If Isaac had been the one to approach Deucalion first there would
have been a niggling thought that the werewolves were trying to buffer and
protect the humans, and that would have bred uncertainty and fear.
 
I have become a master of psychology and behavior overnight. Scott mused.
Everything they did was mostly instinct, but Scott was suddenly able to see the
small moving pieces behind the scenes. There was no way he had noticed any of
this before, and his sudden insights made him vaguely uncomfortable. 
 
He was pulled out of his introspection by his mom, who was hugging him so hard
his ribs might have broken if he were human. “I really am fine mom.”
 
“I know.” She said; pulling back and wiping at her face to try and hide the
tears. “I was just so scared. Isaac said he smelled blood and the next thing I
know they are running into the house and telling us to be ready to make a quick
getaway… I have no idea where we are going to be able to get furniture that we
can afford.”
 
“Hey, Goodwill is usually stocked, and most of it can be salvaged.” Scott tried
to light hearted.
 
“There is no way you are getting a mattress from Goodwill.” His mom said
firmly. “Well, at least now we can get a bed that will actually fit allof you.
Yesterday couldn’t have been comfortable.”
 
“We all fit on there sidewise, but there was no way Stiles was going to fit… or
anyone else.” Scott admitted. His mom accepted him sleeping in a big dog pile
with two - sometimes three – other guys, with a nonchalance he appreciated. He
wondered how she would react to the knowledge that he wasn’t just sleeping with
one of them. And the fact the guy he was sleeping with was a lot older.
 
“I am going to run to the hospital, it shouldn’t take long. I’ll also grab some
surgical scrubs. Once we’re done cleaning you can just bag them and I’ll take
them back to be cleaned.”
 
“We really could get away with murder you know.” Scott teased, slinging his arm
around his mom as they started to head downstairs. Everyone else had
disappeared, following Stiles and Deucalion and trying to give mother and son
space.
 
“Don’t give me any ideas.” His mom kidded. “Now you go join Isaac and Deucalion
in the kitchen, and drink some orange juice… you are really pale. I’m heading
out now, and I just saw the Stilinskis’ pull out in the jeep. There are
probably going to grab the van while the cooking goes on, so they aren’t roped
into helping.”
 
Scott remembered all the times the Stilinskis came over for dinner, how his mom
cajoled them into helping with this and that; especially the dishes. She had a
way of making people feel like family that he really appreciated. No matter how
many times she ‘locked’ Stiles out of the house she had never kicked him out
once he was in, and both the Stilinski men came over for dinner at least once a
week… in fact they came over basically anytime his mom was home and cooking
dinner. Without her they would have had to live entirely on take-out and fast
food.
 
As soon as his mom left Scott felt the last of his tension leave, some niggling
part of him had remained worried that she would suddenly declare that Deucalion
couldn’t stay or something. Alone with the werewolf members of his pack Scott
felt his energy stores replenishing, and he walked into the kitchen. The semi-
familiar sight of Deucalion cooking made him smile as he maneuvered around him
to snag some orange juice from the fridge.
 
That could have gone a lot worse.
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