- Character Bashing
- Dark Themes
- Discussion-Child Abuse
- Discussion-Domestic Abuse
- Discussion-Sexual Abuse
- Hate Crimes
- Fix It
Trigger Warning: There is an attempted sexual assault in this section. Not much physically happens but the worry is there. It is Scott not understanding that Allison is serious and not playing around when she says to stop. He does stop but not right away. Scott is pushy about it. If you want to skip the section, skip over after the —- and resume reading after the ——–.
Section Four: Dating Fails 101 by Scott McCall
Scott thrilled at getting the better of Peter. Allison had chosen his side, just as she should. And now he was sitting in her car as she drove them to the movie theater. They had just gone to see MOVIE and now they were on their way to dinner.
Of course, it would be better if her were driving but he would wait until their third date to insist on that. Allison wouldn’t mind. She’d prefer it, he was sure. Not to have the pressure of having to worry about the cars and traffic and lights. Scott would handle all of that.
Allison did let him pay for the movie and their snacks. Scott had wanted to share a popcorn but Allison wanted to have nachos. Scott hated eating nachos at the movies. They were too messy. He’d have to explain that to Allison so she would understand and change that. His way was the best and she would have to agree since she had used seven napkins while eating her nachos.
Scott hoped that her choice at dinner made more sense. He didn’t want to order for her. But he would if she needed him to. Allison was smart enough to know that Scott was her soulmate and knew the best for them.
Ten minutes later they were seated across from each other and looking at the menus. Scott pulled his down and grinned over the top. Allison was biting her lip as she looked over the choice.
Scott cleared his throat. “You should get the salmon or the halibut. Unless you’re in the mood for a salad instead. You’d enjoy the grilled chicken Caesar salad.”
Allison lowered the menu and blinked. “Oh, are those the house specialities? I’ve never been here before. Which one are you getting?”
Scott shook his head. “I’m getting the steak. And a baked potato and onion rings and honey-glazed carrots. They do them really well and my mom never gets them right when she tries to make them.”
Allison frowned. “Oh. That sounds good. Without the onion rings, though. But maybe if could get some sour cream and cheese on the potato.”
Scott tilted his head. “You shouldn’t have steak. You’re a girl. Have the fish, it’s light and airy and delicate, like you.”
“Oh. Um, thanks, I guess. That’s sort of sweet. But I don’t like broiled fish, the taste is too strong. I prefer it grilled on an open flame or fried. And, you know I’m not really delicate, right? I mean, I know I only just learned about this stuff a few months ago but I’ve been trained in weapons and tracking and stealth since I was in preschool.”
Scott nodded. “Right, but you don’t have to do that anymore. You’re here in Beacon Hills and everything is peaceful and all. You don’t have to get into hunting. Just be the sweet girl that you are inside.”
Allison’s face screwed up in an odd way, like she was thinking about something unpleasant. Oh, he’d likely made her think about her poor aunt, on the run for her hunting.
“Um, Scott, I want to take up the mantle of my family and protect those who can’t protect themselves. I explained my ideas for a new Code to the European Council when I learned about the old one and how it was twisted and broken so easily. And the French branch of my family agree with me and every summer I’ll be going there to train with them so I can be ready to be matriarch and lead the American Argent clan when I graduate college. I mean, until then I won’t be actively hunting. Not unless something comes here, to the county or nearby. But I will still be training. I hope that down the line, Alpha Hale will permit me to train with your pack.”
Scott frowned. He began to answer her but the waiter came over to take their orders. Scott went first and ordered what he had told Allison he would. And before she could speak, he smiled at the waiter. “And she’ll have a grilled chicken Caesar salad, light on the dressing.”
When he looked over at her, Allison’s mouth was open, probably impressed at his initiative and figuring out what she wanted.
Allison stopped the waiter before he could leave. “Actually, I’d like a New York strip, medium rare, with a baked potato with cheese and sour cream, please. And a side of cheesy spinach.”
The waiter looked down his nose at Scott and smiled at Allison. “Yes, Miss.”
As the waiter walked away, Scott huffed. “Why’d you do that? That was rude. I ordered what you liked, not the fish. You said you liked grilled stuff and I had said you should get the grilled chicken caesar salad. So, I ordered you that. And you just bullied me in front of the waiter.”
Allison shone her head, “You were the one who was rude, Scott. And presumptuous, at that. I said I preferred my fish grilled or fried. I didn’t say anything about chicken or a salad. And I said that what you were ordering sounded good except for the onion rings. Now, I don’t want to get into a fight, so I’m excusing myself. I’ll be in the ladies room, so don’t follow me.”
Scott sat abandoned at the table and chewed on the straw in his soda as he glared at Allison’s empty seat. She wasn’t making sense. And she hadn’t thought her future through the way she should have.
Scott was trying to keep her healthy. She wasn’t a wolf yet, she couldn’t handle lots of fats and sugars and carbs. She’d gain weight and be ugly. And her scent would be affected, too. Scott couldn’t bear that. Her base scent was so wonderful, intoxicating and awesome.
If Scott thought the jerk would listen, he’d go get the waiter and fix her order back to what it should be. But that jerk wanted her, Scott saw the look in his eye when he looked at her when she ordered, and he wouldn’t listen since Allison inadvertently made him look like a fool. And the guy wanted to steal her from Scott.
Someday, Allison would be able to eat what she wanted when she got the Bite. But for now, Scott would have to guide her. She was just nervous, worried about their first date, and about how the pack and Peter had tried to keep them apart.
Scott set his drink down as he heard Allison approach. She slid into her seat and took a sip of her soda. Her pulse was slower but her smell was off, bitter notes filling the air.
The waiter brought their food and as Allison cut her steak, Scott reached across the table to touch her hand. “I was being a good boyfriend and anticipating your needs.”
Allison sighed and pulled her hand back from his. “You’ve never had a girlfriend before, have you? Not even a practice one in like middle school or something.”
Scott shook his head and smiled. “Of course not, sweetheart. I was waiting for you.”
Allison’s shoulders relaxed and she smiled sweetly. “Okay, Mister Romantic, I’ll try to go easier on you. Give you the benefit of the doubt. I just – I’ve had guys be really pushy and rude when we dated. It was hard, you know, I didn’t have the years of history and just was always the new girl. And to lots of guys, the new girl is the new target.”
Scott’s eyes narrowed as he chewed his steak. “How many other guys have you dated?”
Allison swallowed a bite of her baked potato. “Um, I’ve been on nineteen dates but never ‘dated’ someone, if you know what I mean. I went out with various guys but was always moving before it could go anywhere.”
“Huh. Well, no more dates with anyone but me. I know other guys are interested but we’re together, we beat the people who tried to keep us apart and our future is bright.”
Allison chuckled. “No worries, Scott. I wouldn’t cheat on you. I’ve never dated more than one guy at a time. And right now, I am with you”
Scott nodded decisively as he finished his plate of food. “I know you wouldn’t cheat on me. You’re my soulmate. We’re going to be together forever.”
Allison smiled but her mouth was kind of shaking. She was definitely overcome with emotion.
He paid the bill as Scott convinced Allison that dessert wasn’t a good idea, he’d grab some ice cream when he got home. Scott walked Allison out of the restaurant, his arm around her shoulder. She was stiff under his touch, nervous, but he knew she would melt, soon enough.
“It isn’t near your curfew yet. Let’s go for a drive and talk.”
Allison smiled as she slid into the driver’s seat. “I’d like that. Get to know you, properly. I think we were both a little on edge in public and worried about people hearing us.”
Scott wasn’t sure what she meant but shrugged it off. Girls were sometime weird in how their thoughts ran. Just look at his mom. Or Lydia. Erica and Cora didn’t count, they were never not weird.
Scott directed Allison into the Preserve, down a road that led to the back way to the memorial but had a turnoff to an old cabin about half a mile before it joined the main driveway.
When they parked, Scott took Allison by the hand and led her inside. He had the key because he had been the last one responsible for stocking it within emergency supplies in case of creature attack.
Scott sat next to Allison on the futon and brushed her hair back from her face. “You’re so beautiful. I love your smile. I’m going to make sure you have lots of reasons to smile.”
Allison grinned. “I’d like that. Let’s try not to fight, okay. I don’t like being mad at you.”
Scott nodded. “Deal.”
And he leaned in, his lips meeting hers as she leaned forward. The kiss soon turned from sweet to heated and Scott laid her back on the futon mattress. He ran his hands up and down her sides and hers ran through his hair. He felt himself losing control and allowed his eyes to glow.
Allison stiffened but Scott deepened the kiss and his hand began to slide under her top. Allison put her hand over her shirt but in his way and turned her head. “No, Scott. I don’t think we’re ready to go that far. This is just our first date.”
Scott leaned over her and moved her face with his hand so he could see who eyes. “The first of many, so why does it matter. I won’t tell our kids what happened on our first date if you don’t.”
Scott nodded. “Of course. You’re my soulmate, my everything. And we’re gonna get married and have lots of babies. I know you haven’t thought everything through yet. You obviously can’t lead your clan. The Council killed your grandfather just because he wanted to be a werewolf to cure his cancer. So, you can’t accept the Bite and still be a Hunter. But don’t worry, you’ll be my Second when I’m alpha.”
Allison’s breath hitched. “You’re planning to be an alpha? Are you going to kill Peter Hale? Or someone else?”
Scott shook his head. “I won’t have to kill anyone. Peter will run afoul of someone before long. And the spark will come to me. I’m the best choice. The only real choice, really. So, I’ll be alpha and I’ll give you the Bite, ‘cause I know you want it so you can be with me. And you won’t have to hunt or try to control people. And you’ll have my kids and everyone will be happy.”
Allison pushed against Scott’s chest. “Scott, it’s getting late. Let me drive you home. I think you’re really tired.”
Scott leaned down and kissed Allison’s lips. “You’re so caring. But we have tine. My house is a eight minute drive from here and then yours is ten from mine. We don’t have to leave for another half an hour. And if you let me take your car and drive you, instead, we have an extra five minutes beyond that.”
Allison blinked up at him. “Do you even have a license?”
Scott shrugged. “I took driver’s ed but didn’t pass the first time. I forgot my seatbelt and they automatically failed me even though I don’t need it because of my werewolf healing.”
Allison pushed his chest again. “No, I’ll drive. I – wouldn’t want you to get pulled over.”
“So considerate of others.” Scott pecked her lips and then slid his tongue inside. Allison pushed at him.
“I want to go home now, Scott. Let’s go get in the car.”
Scott sat up and let Allison get to her feet. He grinned at her back as she walked in front of him out of the cabin. He locked the door and thought about how lucky he was to have such a kinky girlfriend who wanted to be a proper teenager and get it on in her car.
As Scott slid into the passenger’s seat, a few minutes behind as Allison had been slow to unlock the door, she was closing the glove compartment. Scott figured she mistakenly thought that unlocking her door had unlocked his. And he bet she had condoms in there. He would have to tell her that as a werewolf he couldn’t get an STD. Plus, he’d never been with anyone else. He was ready to climb into the back and he tugged on Allison’s arm to nudge her where she needed to go.
Allison put the key into the ignition and turned it. “Oh, good idea. Mood music on the radio. Come one, darling, climb over the seat. I’ll be right behind you.”
“What are you talking about, Scott. I’m driving you home.”
Scott tilted his head. “I just want to be clear. Are you role playing the reluctant virgin or the naive small town girl?”
Allison’s wide eyes glimmered in the low light. “Neither. Scott, I’m not playing a game. I’m going to drive you home and I think you need to really think about what happened tonight, what you said, what you did. I don’t think we should date unless or until you get your head on straight.”
Scott pursed his lips. “Hmm. Okay. So, reluctant virgin.”
“Scott. I said no!”
Scott nodded. “That’s the game.”
“I’m not playing a game. I am serious.” Allison put the car into gear and Scott leaned over to kiss her. Allison swung her arm at him and hit his nose, hard. Scott heard something crack. She leaned over him and shoved the door open and while he was off balance, she pushed him out onto the dirt.
“No means no, Scott.”
Scott was bewildered. “But you’re attracted to me, I can smell it.”
“I’m sure I smell the same when I see Robert Downey, Jr. That doesn’t mean I would have sex with him. And I think you should sniff again because I sure am not feeling attracted to you right now. Your good looks are overshadowed by your utter insanity.”
Scott got to his knees and leaned into the open car door. “I don’t understand. We’re soulmates, Allison. We’re meant to be. Forever.”
Scott put his hand on her leg. Allison jerked away and pulled something out of her pocket. It was a canister of pepper spray. He jerked back and fell onto the dirt again as he tried to escape the stream.
“You can walk home, Scott.”
Scott sat on his ass on the dirt road as he watched Allison drive away, utterly confused. Things had been going pretty well. Okay, so she got upset at him at the restaurant because she was confused. But she calmed down and agreed to spend time alone with him. And she was enjoying herself. She kissed him at the same time as he kissed her. And, yeah, she said they were going fast but her scent told him she was really horny. She was just nervous, probably not wanting him to think she was a slut if she slept with him on their first date.
But when he tried to explain, she got all upset again. It was baffling. She blew hot and cold but she wanted to have sex with him. He could smell it. Why would she back off even when he explained it didn’t matter if it was early in their relationship since they were going to be together forever and get married.
And she was really weird all night. Well, things were okay during the drive to the movie theater, in line for tickets and concessions, waiting in the theater for the movie to begin, and then during the movie. They held hands once she’d gotten the nacho cheese off of hers. But then the movie ended, she went to the ladies room and they drove to the restaurant where things started to have problems.
Something must have happened in the ladies’ room at the movies. Or on the walk there or back. To get to it, you went down a hallway and turned the corner down another hallway. Scott knew because the men’s room was the same but after the first hallway, you turned left instead of right for the second hallway. So someone must have been down there and done something or said something to her.
Now, it could have been Stiles. His magic could have warped her reactions if he wanted it to. But he would have no reason to do it. Just because he was mad that Scott had lied to him about the detention. Stiles would get over it. Unless the problem was that Stiles wanted Allison for himself. But Scott didn’t smell heavy attraction on Stiles when Allison was nearby or when Scott talked about her. So, no, Stiles wouldn’t use his magic to ruin Scott’s relationship.
But Peter. Peter must have been down that hallway. He must have used his Alpha mojo on her. Allison was wearing her hair pulled back from her face but kind of flowing down her back and it covered her neck. Scott didn’t think to look. He didn’t smell blood but there might not have been any to smell if Peter was careful. And the bastard would be careful when he tried to ruin Scott’s life. As if his family hadn’t done enough.
But Allison kept changing her mind. She was so strong, her mind fought off Peter’s evil influence. She was going to be the most awesome werewolf and mom. So protective. She didn’t even lace her pepper spray with wolfsbane. She knew it wouldn’t hurt him for long without it.
Scott got to his feet and began running through the Preserve towards Allison’s house. He needed to check in on her and make sure she was alright and still fighting Peter’s orders. And he could tell her parents about it. And with them not thinking werewolves like Peter were actually more than animals, they could take care of him without the magic interfering and then Allison would be safe and the pack would be in Scott’s hands. Even the sheriff would agree, even though Scott would pick Allison as his Second. Sheriff Stilinski always said Scott was a good influence on Stiles and Stiles was a bad influence on Scott.
Within a couple of minutes, Scott was in the now familiar tree and looking in Allison’s window. He didn’t see her. She wasn’t in bed. Scott listened for her heartbeat or voice and heard it on the first floor. She was just saying goodnight to her parents.
“So, I can’t say I’ll never date a werewolf or someone supernatural, especially considering the size of the pack I’ll be going to high school with for the next two years, but it won’t be soon. And it definitely won’t ever be Scott McCall.”
Scott’s eyes widened and he cursed under his breath. Peter’s alpha head thing was working. Too well.
Scott slid to the end of branch he was on and leapt for the house, landing in Allison’s window ledge. The window wouldn’t open. It was locked. Scott could force it with. I problem but it would be loud and bring her parents running. And considering Scott didn’t know what she told them when she was swayed by Peter’s alpha thing, he couldn’t take the chance.
Scott jumped to the roof and waited. He heard Allison getting changed and ready for bed and about twenty minutes after that her parents were upstairs doing the same thing. When he heard some sleepy breathing and three calm heartbeats, Scott slid down to the window ledge again but this time it was one on the first floor. The kitchen window was the furthest from Allison’s parents’ bedroom and should work best.
Scott popped his claws and dug them under the window, using his strength to force the window open bit by bit.
After five minutes, the window was open and it hadn’t made much noise. Scott slid into the room across the sill and suddenly the room was brightly lit, there was a siren blaring and he was arching in pain as he felt electricity course though his body.
Within seconds, Allison’s mother ran into the room and Scott screamed in pain for another reason – the arrow sticking out of his thigh.
Scott sat on a chair, tied down with wolfsbane rope and gagged in the Argent’s living room. He’d been tied up in the basement for what Scott thought was hours, the taser off but the arrow still in his leg. They only pulled it out when they brought him upstairs, tied to the same chair as he had been all night.
Peter was across the room with Sheriff Stilinski and Allison’s parents. Scott’s Mom and even his Dad were in the group talking lowly. Scott couldn’t hear them because he had white noise generating headphones over his head.
Scott struggled weekly against the ropes binding him. Where was Allison? What had Peter done to her now to keep her away? She had to know that her parents had attacked him. But Scott couldn’t smell her in the house.
Eventually, Scott’s Mom came and took the headphones off Scott’s head. Her eyes were red and her cheeks had dried tear tracks on them. And her heartbeat was faster than normal.
She looked down at him, frowning. “Alright, Scott. Some decisions have been made and we’re going to tell them to you. And before we get started I just want to say that I cannot believe that you are the son I raised. I am so disappointed in your behavior.”
Peter stood in front on Scott as his Mom moved away to stand next to his Dad. Maybe she’d finally gotten over her snit and they’d get back together. That would be one in the eye for Peter who Scott knew always wanted his Mom.
Peter sneered at Scott and sat on a chair placed where Scott was on eye level with him. “I’m going to leave the gag on for now because I don’t care to hear the drivel that you regularly spew until I’m done. This way, you can’t interrupt. I warned you what would happen if you stepped over the line again. I warned you that you were coming close to a severe punishment. I went easy on you about the Argent situation and your lies because Allison asked me to. She wanted me to give you the benefit of the doubt, something she now greatly regrets. You have proven that the Pack cannot trust you, Scott McCall. You have proven multiple times that your own wants and desires are more important to you than that of the Pack or our allies. As Alpha of the Hale Pack, I hereby banish you from Beacon Hills.”
Scott struggled in his bonds and looked over at his Mom.
Peter leaned over and interrupted his line of sight as Scott’s Mom slid so she was behind him. “I would have no problem declaring you a full omega and leaving you to find your own way – which would likely lead to death by Hunters in short order.
“However, out of respect for your parents and the things they have done for me and the Pack, I have found you a place outside of Beacon Hills. To the normal world, you will be in the custody of your father in Los Angeles.
“In reality, you will be living with and under the authority of the Placido Pack and their Alpha. Your father will drive you there on his way back home today. You will live in their compound, in the hills near Los Angeles, you will be home schooled in their compound. If you behave, you will be allowed to have your parents visit on weekends – at their compound. Alpha Placido is incredibly strict with his pack. And he knows everything that has gone on here. He will not put up with your entitled behavior and his pack is your last chance. If you get kicked out of his pack, you will be omega and alone. Hopefully, your new pack will be able to teach you to be a good wolf and a good person.”
Scott’s Dad walked over to him and undid the gag. He held it in his hand and sighed. “Do you have anything to say for yourself, Scott?”
“Where’s Allison? She wouldn’t let you do this to me! She’s fighting your alpha thing you did to her!”
Peter looked at him, his eyebrows raised. “What in the world are you talking about, McCall?”
“Last night, you ambushed her in the hallway at the movie theater and used your claws in her neck to try and turn her against me.”
“And did she tell you this?”
Scott shook his head. “No, I figured it out. You were sneaky but it was the only thing that made sense.”
“And did she have claw marks on her neck?”
Scott scowled. “I didn’t think to look until after she left me at the cabin. I was coming here to help her when her parents tried to kill me.”
Allison’s Mom stepped forward. “There were no claw marks on Allison’s neck and Peter Hale was not at the movie theater last night. He was in town at a business dinner with a dozen witnesses.”
Scott gaped. “Then it must have been Stiles’ magic, after all. I never thought he would betray me like this.”
Allison’s Dad rolled his eyes. “The only one who turned my daughter against you was you. With your own actions and words.”
Scott shook his head. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”
Scott’s Mom burst out, “You assaulted her! You would have raped her!”
Scott’s eyes widened. “I would never! I love Allison. She’s my soulmate and you can’t keep us apart. I didn’t assault her. She was just as into it as I was.”
Allison’s Mom growled. “You forced a kiss on her when she turned away and you wouldn’t let her up.”
Scott blushed. “I know you don’t want to hear things about you little girl, Mrs. Argent but we were playing a sex game. Allison wanted me. I could smell it.”
Peter rolled his eyes and sighed. “People smell of attraction all the time. People even often smell of arousal. But that is simply a physiological response to some type of stimulus. Not a free pass to assault them.”
Scott looked at Peter, confused, and the man rolled his eyes with his whole head. “Smelling of arousal is a body response. The mind can still say no. The body and hormones may be put forth arousal, but that doesn’t mean the mind isn’t in control of what happens. And if the mind is impaired then it is rape, Scott. Consent is important and can be withdrawn at any time during an encounter. And consenting to one thing doesn’t mean you have blanket consent to do whatever you feel like.”
“Allison is my soulmate and when her parents figure out how evil you and your family are, they’ll kill you, since they didn’t think you’re more than an animal. And then the alpha spark will come to me. And the pack will be better. Now, what did you do to Allison?”
Peter shook his head. “We felt that she shouldn’t have to be here to see you after what you did and your delusions about her. She decided she didn’t want to confront you, so she is elsewhere, by her choice.”
Scott shook his head. “Allison is mine. She loves me, she’ll remember when Stiles’ spell wears off.”
Scott’s Mom shook her head. “Stiles didn’t cast a spell on Allison. She just realized how horrible you are.” She sniffled. “And she doesn’t love you. And you don’t love her. You’re obsessed with her. You barely know her. You only met just over a week ago.”
Peter’s lip curled at a corner. “And you aren’t soulmates. That’s just a literary concept of poets, romance writers, playwrights, and fanfiction writers. You act like you’re in Twilight with yourself cast as a werewolf Edward. You’re not. You aren’t a star-crossed lover. You’re a creep who doesn’t understand what no means. And has no desire to try to understand. Christopher, if you please.”
Scott jerked back as Allison’s Dad came over with a syringe. He found a vein in Scott’s arm and Scott squirmed as the injection burned and then everything went black. His last thought as unconsciousness claimed him was that Allison would find him and help him get his revenge.