To Better The Shattered; Scott McCall [2] ✔

1.00 In Which Tests Are Failed

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf

Scott drove his mother's car (as dented and saddening as the vehicle had been since he crashed it during the winter break and almost gave Melissa McCall a heart attack).

The school loomed over him, dark, foreboding, just as it had been the last few times he's been at school this late. Both times had been equally as stressful and horrifying – he hoped that this would be the last time he came here after hours. He wasn't a fortune-teller, but he could see no school dances in his future. Just the idea made him cringe.

But now wasn't time for that. Now was time for him to grin, and hold back giggles, because they were getting somewhere.

Hands shaking from amazement, he grabbed the keys from the door, pocketing them. Things were finally working out for them. Ever since he had bitten, it felt like the world was working against him. The only bright spots in his life had been Stiles – his best friend, the boy who had been there for as long as he could remember and never failed to offer support – and Ellie – the best girlfriend anyone could ever imagine: smart, sexy, a good kissing height, and totally badass with a bow and arrow.

Maybe the situation would only get better now. They'd find out what the creature was and stop it, he'd get through to Derek and stop him from making any more betas, he'd become friends with Boyd and Isaac, and Erica would stop trying to flirt with him. Ellie's family would accept him, Gerard would go back to the purgatory he dragged himself from, and he could sit down with his girlfriend and his mother and let them really meet each other. He would marry her in a few years, go to university, have lots of adorable babies and forget all about his werewolf problem.

Sighing contentedly at his happy thoughts, Scott almost skipped to the swimming pool. He could smell a trail of Stiles' scent (coconuts and curly fries), and the more musky, powerful stench of Derek leading to the room.

He entered, meeting the scene of Stiles and Derek both in one of the swimming pools, Stiles' arms wrapped around the alpha and he seemed to not be moving. Paralysed?

"Scott!" Stiles yelled, "Run!"

Scott turned, wondering why his friend was so panicked, and became face-to face with the reptilian monstrosity he'd met at Isaac's house.

"Not this guy again," he groaned, then lunged out of the way.

;;

Kanima. Three syllables, six letters – a pretty simple word.

Too bad it was synonymous with 'crazy-lizard-thing-with-homicidal-tendencies'. Apparently Ellie had missed a lot after dinner, and Scott had found Derek and Stiles in a compromising position in one of the school swimming pools.

After a fight with the creature (as Scott explained in a ridiculous amount of detail), Derek had announced that he was almost certain it was a Kanima – not that anyone really knew what that even meant. The alpha was apparently scarce with the details and only mentioned that it didn't know what or who it was. So, essentially, the person inside the Kanima wasn't aware of their supernatural status, which made them even more dangerous.

"Well, shit," Allison said blankly, staring straight ahead after the phone call ended. "I guess we can count out a normal semester, eh?"

Ellie sighed, groaning, and lying back on her bed. Her ceiling was covered with little, glow-in-the-dark stars that she'd spent hours gluing with her aunt Kate before she died. Looking up at them now only reminded her of how crap everything had turned out, and how she'd never get a normal school year when her boyfriend was a werewolf.

"This is so..." she sighed. "What's another word for terrible?"

"Awful," her cousin supplied. "Dreadful, appalling, heinous, vile, unspeakable..."