Beacon Hills, CA - Tuesday Night
Aug. 6th, 2013 12:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
justlurkinghereIt was the full moon again in Beacon Hills, always a fun thing if you asked Derek. Wait. No, not a fun thing at all since he was still healing from the giant, gaping wounds in his back. But he was there nonetheless to keep Scott from doing something stupid under the influence of the Alpha.
Which was why he tracked the kid halfway across town toward where the Argent girl was sitting her her car with Jackson of all people in the school parking lot. Of freaking course. This could only end happily.
He sighed when he heard a roar of anger, pushing himself to get to Scott before he did something to hurt people.
The kid was already on top of Allison's car, clawed hand poised to punch down through the thin metal in order to kill the occupants inside for whatever moon-addled slight he cooked up in his head. Or the Alpha did for him. Derek rushed forward to catch the arm before it could connect, throwing him off and down a nearby hill before jumping after him.
Jack was easier to handle than this.
Scott snarled at him, barely any humanity in his eyes with the pull of the moon so strong. And, when he took a swing at Derek, he used that momentum to retrain the kid as best he could. "Stop," he hissed, hoping it would get through his thick skull. "Scott, stop!"
When he only got another growl in response, he shoved Scott forward, slamming him into a tree. But the idiot bounced right back from that, rushing at Derek to take a few poorly aimed swings at him. Nothing he couldn't avoid with the sort of practice he had concerning the moon. It took slamming the kid to the ground and pointedly putting fangs near his throat to make him scramble back in fear, intelligence slowly bleeding back into his expression.
Derek sighed, letting go of the shift to walk toward the now cowering teenager.
Scott was staring down at his claws in something like horror before he was able to make words again. A good sign, if you asked Derek. "What's happening to me?"
"Exactly what he wants to happen."
---
Once they'd gotten Scott looking like a real live human instead of a reject from some 70s horror movie, Derek had dragged him home. He could keep an eye on things until the sun came up, after all.
"Thanks," Scott muttered, sitting tiredly on the bed. Hurray, just what he wanted. Thanks from a teenager who he couldn't trust. His life was complete. Derek was halfway out the room before, "Wait."
When he turned, Scott was staring down at the floor. "I can't do this. I can't be this and be with Allison. I need you to tell me the truth. Is there a cure?"
It was times around then that Derek really had to remind himself that he had a better frame of reference for his experiences learning to control his abilities than Scott. Not that it really helped stop the sting of his existence being a curse. "For someone who was bitten? I've heard of one," he admitted, but was quick to add, "I don't know if it's true."
Because it wasn't like he'd ever heard of anyone doing it outside of movies.
"Well, what is it?"
"You have to kill the one that bit you." Yeah, that was a great plan.
"Kill the Alpha?" Scott asked, looking terribly lost.
"Scott," Derek said, letting himself feel more confident about this as he spoke. "If you help me find him, I'll help you kill him."
[[NFI, NFB, taken from Lunatic]]
Which was why he tracked the kid halfway across town toward where the Argent girl was sitting her her car with Jackson of all people in the school parking lot. Of freaking course. This could only end happily.
He sighed when he heard a roar of anger, pushing himself to get to Scott before he did something to hurt people.
The kid was already on top of Allison's car, clawed hand poised to punch down through the thin metal in order to kill the occupants inside for whatever moon-addled slight he cooked up in his head. Or the Alpha did for him. Derek rushed forward to catch the arm before it could connect, throwing him off and down a nearby hill before jumping after him.
Jack was easier to handle than this.
Scott snarled at him, barely any humanity in his eyes with the pull of the moon so strong. And, when he took a swing at Derek, he used that momentum to retrain the kid as best he could. "Stop," he hissed, hoping it would get through his thick skull. "Scott, stop!"
When he only got another growl in response, he shoved Scott forward, slamming him into a tree. But the idiot bounced right back from that, rushing at Derek to take a few poorly aimed swings at him. Nothing he couldn't avoid with the sort of practice he had concerning the moon. It took slamming the kid to the ground and pointedly putting fangs near his throat to make him scramble back in fear, intelligence slowly bleeding back into his expression.
Derek sighed, letting go of the shift to walk toward the now cowering teenager.
Scott was staring down at his claws in something like horror before he was able to make words again. A good sign, if you asked Derek. "What's happening to me?"
"Exactly what he wants to happen."
---
Once they'd gotten Scott looking like a real live human instead of a reject from some 70s horror movie, Derek had dragged him home. He could keep an eye on things until the sun came up, after all.
"Thanks," Scott muttered, sitting tiredly on the bed. Hurray, just what he wanted. Thanks from a teenager who he couldn't trust. His life was complete. Derek was halfway out the room before, "Wait."
When he turned, Scott was staring down at the floor. "I can't do this. I can't be this and be with Allison. I need you to tell me the truth. Is there a cure?"
It was times around then that Derek really had to remind himself that he had a better frame of reference for his experiences learning to control his abilities than Scott. Not that it really helped stop the sting of his existence being a curse. "For someone who was bitten? I've heard of one," he admitted, but was quick to add, "I don't know if it's true."
Because it wasn't like he'd ever heard of anyone doing it outside of movies.
"Well, what is it?"
"You have to kill the one that bit you." Yeah, that was a great plan.
"Kill the Alpha?" Scott asked, looking terribly lost.
"Scott," Derek said, letting himself feel more confident about this as he spoke. "If you help me find him, I'll help you kill him."
[[NFI, NFB, taken from Lunatic]]
