'How was Erica not livid with me for breaking her mother's wrist? For that matter why wasn't Cory mad? That's twice in one day I've snapped and acted even worse than when I would snap and lose my temper in my old life...' I wonder as I walk into the kitchen of the Loft, and pull out some half baked Byrne and Dairy ice cream.
'Is it being in a teenage body again? Stiles had issues, ADHD, and probably some anger issues he was showed pretty close to losing his temper a few times but when everyone around you is a werewolf or something else if kinda makes you seem...impotent, I've also probably gotten some of his insecurities with the transmigration.'
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Short Scott PoV
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I can't help but smile as I hear Stiles's Jeep pull up in front of the animal clinic, 'Even with all this going on and starting to date Erica Stiles is still here for me.' I think as Stiles walks in through the front door, but suddenly the little door that acts like a gate to separate the waiting room from the rest of the clinic slams shut.
"Scott, go to the back of the clinic!" Doctor Deaton shouts as he tries to pull me behind him.
"The boy has done nothing wrong, there's no need for a Grimm to be after him!" Doctor Deaton shouts, 'Is he trying to protect me from Stiles, what's a Grimm?'
"And here I thought, everyone was under the impression that Grimm's are extinct." Stiles jokes but there's something dangerous in his eyes and body language, the more I look into his eyes, it's like I'm looking into an endless black void, 'That's new and a little disconcerting…' I think but this is Stiles, my Stiles he would never hurt me.
"The world warned me that your kind is back." Doctor Deaton says, "Stiles what does he mean, your kind?"
Stiles sighs like he has been struggling to figure out how to tell me something, "So…it turns out I'm from a long line of Supernatural creature hunters and my bloodline woke up…around the same time you got bitten Scott, when we were in the car I saw your face change, but I don't think you actually changed any…"
'Oh, so Stiles is struggling too…but why would he tell Erica before me?!'
"You told Erica before me!" I say out loud and it sounds really bitchy and whiny even to me.
"Yeah…she was kinda naked when I told her…" Stiles mutters while scratching the back of his head, a nervous tick that he's always had.
'Oh…I guess I can understand that…if Allison was naked I'd probably bumble out telling her I'm a werewolf.'
"You're not here to hurt Scott?" Doctor Deaton asks in surprise.
"Come on Alan Deaton, Druid Emissary to the Hale pack, if I was here to kill it certainly wouldn't be my best friend I was here for…too public I could easily poison his food and make it look like a suicide…" Stiles says, sounding very Stilesish.
"Stiles." I groan and put my head in my hand, I just want to die when Stiles turns to me smirking his annoying smirk.
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Short Scott PoV, End
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"So, would you mind deactivating your defenses? they're annoyingly buzzing in my ears and against my skin." I ask Doctor Deaton while frowning at the sensations that aren't very pleasant but don't seem harmful.
"Uhh, yes." Doctor Deaton replies back unintelligently.
"Wait, what defenses and a druid like in WOW?" Scott asks and Deaton huffs in offense at the comparison.
"Nah, WOW Druids are way better Scott, at least I think so anyways." I joke as Deaton was pretty underutilized in the show so I don't really know his capabilities but that Darach bitch with her glamours and strength was definitely a force to be concerned about.
"Cool." Scott mumbles, "You know we really should reach out to Derek…" I mutter, both Deaton and Scott make an expression like that is the last thing that they want.
"But he did this to me!"
"No Scott he didn't." Both Deaton and I say at the same time which makes Scott look at us strangely.
"How do you know?" Deaton looks at me and makes a go ahead gesture.
"Because Derek is not an Alpha and doesn't have the ability to turn humans into werewolves for that reason." I look at Deaton and raise my right eyebrow questioningly at the scoff and so-so gesture he makes.
"A werewolf doesn't need to be an alpha to give the bite, but chances of success are incredibly lower than if an alpha were to do it. But Derek isn't the type to turn a person without good reason and he most certainly wouldn't allow you out of his sight if you were a member of his pack…" Deaton explains something that wasn't really explained well in the show.
'That makes more sense than only an Alpha being able to give someone the Bite…' I think as Deaton deactivates his defenses making the annoying buzzing and vibrating cease.
"So Deaton, you got any tips for training some emotional control into a newly turned werewolf, so he doesn't expose the supernatural world to humans during the game on Thursday?" I ask the veterinarian.
"No, it takes time and experience…Derek might know some exercises to use to help regain control of yourself when you begin losing it though Scott…or…you could try training your new abilities…with Stiles's help…" Deaton shoots down my question but points us to either Derek or me to help Scott and his newly gained anger management issues.
"If it wasn't Derek who turned me, then who did?" Scott asks and Deaton looks like he knows and wants to tell Scott but can't.
"That is a good question Scott, and something that I have been trying to find out since the supernatural world's symbol for vendetta has been found carved into the remains of savaged animals."
"Well, the real question we need to be asking is how many werewolves are in Beacon Hills, there's Scott and Derek, but Derek has only been in town for a day or two, then there was that dead girl wolf thing that we found at the Hale house remains."
I say but Deaton gasps like he is in pain.
"Laura Hale…she was an alpha, whoever killed her is the alpha that turned Scott." Deaton says which though he's right seems like a big leap in logic unless he has puzzle pieces he isn't sharing.
'Huh, he knew it was Laura who was dead…before prints and DNA were identified by the police department…?'
"Deaton, do you have one of those heartbeat monitors we can borrow?"
I ask the veterinarian, who nods and walks away before coming back into the room with a stretch black band and a little plastic square with rounded sides.
"You'll have to download the app to use it properly, and you can keep it. I'm getting some newer models delivered soon."
"Thanks Doc, mind if I take Scott with me? I want to see how far he can be pushed before he turns furry, and then see if we can work on a way for him to quickly take control back, though…I doubt we'll make much if any progress in a single day."
"No, go ahead…helping Scott adapt to his new status is important…besides there's not much here to do today." Deaton waves Scott away as he's about to protest.
"Come on boy." I joke and Scott rolls his eyes at me but follows me out of the clinic, "You know I always did want a pet dog." I joke again and this time Scott growls.
"That's not funny Stiles." Scott grumbles in his whiny voice.
"It's kinda funny…"
"Shut up, Stiles." Scott groans, as we get into the Jeep.
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Scott and my clone walk deep into the Beacon Hills reserve, "Uhh, Stiles…isn't it a bad idea to be out here with the werewolf that attacked me on the loose?" I take over my clone.
"Scott…we're going to have to fight the Alpha at some point…there's a…legend that if you defeat and kill the werewolf that bit you, you'll be cured of lycanthropy." I tell Scott like it's some super guarded secret.
"What…are you serious, Stiles?" Scott asks me in desperation, as he grabs my shirt with both of his hands.
"Yeah, it's a pretty well established stereotype in all the media I've researched."
"Stiles…I need your help fighting the Alpha…"
"Scott, you're the backup…no offense but I can do things you can't even imagine yet…" Scott blinks and smirks at me and tries to push me while pulling back his right hand in preparation of throwing a right hook, but I don't move backwards I step forwards grab his right wrist, with my right hand and twist while, continuing to move forwards, resting my hand in his shoulder, pushing him forwards while locking his right arm behind his back.
Scott struggles but fails to break free and though my arm bar isn't effortless it takes very little effort or exertion of force, I torque his arm a little more and Scott screams as it pops out of its socket, I keep it out of socket whisk his supernatural healing tries to pull it back in, Scott lets out a roaring scream.
"Stiles." Scott growls out in pain.
"Use your anger and pain Scott, you can heal like Wolverine, use that ability." I command Scott and smile proudly as he does so by twisting his body and flipping me into the ground, though his right wrist is still held tightly in my hand, while his left turns into claws, the claws slice through the air, aimed at my neck.
"Don't lose control Scott." I tell him calmly but he's too far gone so I use my strength and speed to move out of the way of his claws, while locking my thighs around his neck and squeezing, and rolling my body pinning Scott underneath me, cocking back my left fist I slam it into his face, I feel his nose crunch hot blood hits my knuckles, as his eyes go from glowing bright yellow to a dim yellow, and he looks concussed.
Letting go of Scott I sit on the cool earth of the pine forest, and notice cool blue eyes staring at Scott and I from the woods, 'Too close to the ground to be Derek, Malia maybe…'
"Better let Scott rest for a bit." I grumble and wonder how he's going to resist Peter's sway.
A branch snaps from over my left shoulder. I move quickly, turning to see who or what snapped the branch, and it's Derek, "Fighting like a human, won't help him against the Alpha." Derek says while managing to pull off tortured emo to a t.
"Right, because fighting like a bear as a man is going to be all that effective." I grunt and stand up, "Wanna see who will win between the two of us?" I ask Derek and he cracks a smirk at me.
"And tries to punch me in the face but I grab his fist and slam a fist home in his solar plexus forcing all of the air from his lungs making him throw up, dropping him to the ground Derek lays on his side gasping for air.
"Guess fighting like a man works, doesn't it fleabag?" I ask Derek playfully.
"Uhh, do you ever shut up?" Derek struggles to grumble.
"Mmm, probably not…"
"The three of us will need to work together hunting the alpha." I say to Derek as I extend my right hand to him.
"You want to work together? Scott is convinced I am the one who turned him and killed my sister…" Derek asks as he takes my proffered hand and I pull him to his feet.
"Look, I love Scott, he's my best friend and blood brother, but he's mentally challenged…" I say to him ask Derek cracks a smile and chuckles.
"I mean, I could probably hunt the alpha down alone, but I think he or she took something from your family that you'd like to reclaim…" I say to Derek and he nods yes in acknowledgment.