Signs - TW x TMR

Chapter ten

"Finally!"

"Minho, stop being an over dramatic ass."

"Sonya, stop being rude."

"Both of you, shut it."

Scott groaned, confused as the voices woke him from his sleep.

"Ah, the princess is awake," Minho said mockingly.

Opening his eyes, he saw that he was indeed the last one to wake up, the others either sitting or standing with their packs and belongings such as weapons around them, though some in his pack were still gathering such items. He scrambled, hurriedly grabbing everything that he had taken out of his bag and shoving it back in.

"Calm down, hermano," Jorge laughed. "We aren't in a rush."

"Yes, we are." both Gally and Thomas said, though Thomas signed it.

Guys, calm down, Fry said. He's out of his element.

Exactly why he shouldn't be here. None of them should. He had already said this, multiple times in fact, but they hadn't cared and he hadn't thought that it was an important matter to push, so he let it go.

Nobody responded, instead waiting for the supernaturals to finish packing. In their opinion, they shouldn't have unpacked everything, just the essentials like food and water.

In the wise words of Minho, finally the McCall pack was finished and ready to go. The survivors ignored Lydia's complaints of personal hygiene related things.

Where does she expect to find a nice shower and a bathroom? Brenda asked Thomas, who shrugged, snickering quietly.

"Can you guys please not talk in sign language?" Lydia whined. "Not all of us can understand it."

"That's the point, princess," Harriet smiled sarcastically.

"Alright," Vince interjected. "How about we all just take a deep breath, stop bickering and get this show on the road, huh?"

Reluctantly, Thomas nodded, soon followed by everyone else. He turned and walked out of the room, heading back outside.

The rising sun hit the yellow sand, making it twice as bright and causing Thomas to squint his eyes.

He paused for a second, letting his eyes adjust and trying to figure out which way they were supposed to go. It took him a minute, but he set off in what he thought was the right direction.

By the others' silence, he guessed he had chosen the right direction.

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Complaints filled the air as they all walked through the sand, mostly from the people who weren't familiar with the Scorch.

The ones who were, just ignored the whining, instead finding ways to occupy their time, like talking with one another, or day dreaming of what would happen after they destroyed WICKED again, or maybe how good it will feel to kill those bastards once and for all.

"How much longer?" Lydia grumbled from the back. "My feet hurt."

"Maybe you shouldn't have worn sandals," Brenda muttered under her breath. "It'll be another day or so, princess."

"Will everyone stop calling me that?" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up. "I'm not a princess."

"Right..." Harriet, the one who came up with the nickname, dragged out. That's not why we're calling you it.

Everyone sighed as the girls kept arguing.

For Malia, this wasn't that bad. She didn't mind the dirtiness, after all, she had been a coyote for years, and the cardio wasn't bad either. What annoyed her the most was the sun. She hated the heat, and it was hotter because Stiles - or Thomas - whatever he liked to be called, made them wear long sleeves, and pants, and basically made sure no skin could be shown. She didn't complain though.

Liam also didn't complain, keeping his thoughts to himself. He loved the fact that he was working out, because walking in sand was harder than walking on flat ground. He was more than happy to help Thomas be happy and feel safe. After all, that's what he did for him.

The beta was the first to notice something was wrong with Scott, watching as he constantly clenched and unclenched his hand, his face contorting slightly as if in pain.

"Scott, you good?" Liam knew that was lame, probably the lamest way to start the conversation but he couldn't say anything else before Scott turned to look at him.

"Yeah, I'm alright," the alpha answered with a forced smile, hiding his injured hand behind his back, not wanting the youngest pack member to worry.

Though, said pack mate wasn't that clueless, nor dumb or oblivious and knew something was seriously bothering him. "Yeah, cut the bull, man. Something's obviously wrong."

"Liam, it's fine. I said forget it."

"Show me your arm," Liam told him, taking a step closer, but Scott backed away, keeping his arm out of sight. "Scott, show me."

"Liam, no."

"What's going on?" Gally's voice brought the two werewolves' focus to the front of the group, all stopped and looking back at the two.

"Something's wrong with Scott's arm."

"What?"

"Scott, show us."

"No," Scott tried to hide his arm but Malia came and grabbed it, pulling it into view.

Noises of disgust and horror were heard from the group as they stared at his hand. More specifically at the blackness that had traveled from his finger tips all the way down his fingers.

"What the hell is that?" Fry asked, horrified.

"I-I don't know," Scott stuttered, panicked that everyone had found out and that the people who would have know what was going on, didn't.

"When did it happen? How?" Minho questioned somewhat urgently.

"It-it was last night, when I was fighting the crank," Scott explained, while having flashbacks to what happened. "I-I scratched it and-and this happened. It's so cold."

"Shit," Thomas whispered, having read the werewolf's lips and recognized the signs.

"What's that? Is that bad?" Liam asked, worried for his alpha.

Thomas got a wave deja vu as he remembered when he was walking in the woods with Scott when he had first been bit. "It's the worst. It ends with death." He paused just to add suspense, his friends rolling their eyes at him.

What? He was currently on a death quest to destroy people who gave him so much trauma while hoping his dead best friend who he was secretly in love with was actually alive and trying not to die every second. He was allowed to have some fun.

He watched as the pack deflated, losing hope for the one with red eyes.

"Unless..."

"Unless?" Lydia asked, suddenly filled with hope again.

"Unless Thomas here decides to give you some of the cure," Minho interjected, growing impatient.

Chapter 10 is here.

I'm proud of myself rn. never thought I would make it to ten chapters.

Yay me.

Anyway, should thomas save scott?