Teen Wolf Imagines.

dont worry./ scott mccall

Scott's motor bike came to a stop with a low rumble as he parked at the edge of a corner. You gently unwound your arms from his waist as he pulled off his helmet. You rose from the bike and Scott looked over at you, a small frown appearing on his face.
"Are you sure this is where you want me to drop you?" the alpha asked. "This is two blocks from your house."
"I can walk two blocks, Scott," you assured him. "Besides you couldn't come any closer. My mom knows everyone in the neighborhood. All I need is for someone to see us and ask about us at one of her garden parties and then it's all over. She'd figure us out and she'd kill us both, Scott."
"She wouldn't really kill us would she?" Scott wondered. "I mean, you're still her daughter."
Scott knew you came from a pretty hardcore family of hunters, but he just couldn't wrap his head around the fact that someone could kill their own family. If they had been evil like Peter Hale, that was understandable, but you were a sweet, strong teenage girl who didn't want to kill anyone. You shouldn't have to die for that.
"You don't understand," you told him quietly. "She'd kill herself is she was bitten. She'd kill me if I was bitten. And if she found out I was running around with a werewolf behind her back, let alone trying to help you and Stiles, she would kill me without a second thought. Daughter or not, I'd still be a traitor."
Scott nodded, realizing that there was fear in your eyes for a reason. "I get it...but if you ever need a place to stay-"
"That's sweet, Scott," you whispered. "But I'll be okay."
You shot a cautious glance over your shoulder, just to make sure no one was there to watch what you were about to do. Once you had made sure the way was clear, you quickly reached out and grabbed Scott's jacket. You sighed as his lips landed on yours and he reached out to wrap an arm around you with the hand that wasn't holding his helmet.
He kissed you under the street sign, wishing that things could be different. He wanted more than anything to go out in public with you, to not have to hide how much he cared about you. He didn't blame you and he knew you were only doing it to keep the both of you safe, but he didn't have to like it. He frowned as he felt you pull away, but he quickly hid it behind a reassuring smile.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked.
You shook your head. "I won't be in school. We're going on a hunt and, um, I probably won't see you until Tuesday."
Scott nodded sadly. "I'll uh, I'll wait for you to call me. Or send a note with Kira."
You nodded. "Okay."
You reached out and squeezed his hand, but you were quickly turning your back on him. You wished you could stay with him a little longer, but you knew your parents would be expecting you. There were only so many times that you could lie and say you were going to Kira's before they got suspicious.
Luckily Kira's parents were always cool with lying to yours when they called and asked if you were with her. You were more grateful than you could say for that, but as your boots thumped on the sidewalk, you wished you didn't have to.
It wasn't long before you made it to your house, but as you walked up to the door you saw most of the lights were off. You realized it must have been about 11 o'clock and you prayed your parents would be asleep. You quietly opened the door and slipped inside, walking into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
The house was completely silent, and you figured everyone would be asleep, but as you walked into the dark kitchen, you realized you wouldn't be so lucky. You had just been pulling a glass out of the cupboard when a voice behind you asked "Where the hell have you been?"
You gasped and dropped the glass you were holding, catching it just before it hit the floor. You straightened up and looked over to find your mother just sitting at the table in the dark, as if she had been waiting for you the whole time.
"I was at Kira's," you lied smoothly. "We've been cramming for a big test."
"You won't be at school tomorrow," your mother stated as she raised an eyebrow at you in the dark.
"It's on Tuesday. I'm just trying to prepare," you told her slowly as you set the glass on the counter.
Your mother stared at you for a few seconds, causing you to swallow in the darkness. Her eyes were sharp and narrowed, and you were sure she could see right through you.
"I should probably go to bed," you said softly.
You turned away and started to walk out of the kitchen, but your mother quickly rose from her chair. The wooden legs grated on the floor as she got up, and you felt sharp nails dig into your arm. You gasped as your mother yanked you towards her, her grip impossible to escape.
"What are you d-"
"You were with the alpha weren't you?" your mother hissed. "You were with Scott McCall!"
"No!" you lied. "Mom, let go of me."
"You're seeing him aren't you?" she continued to question.
"No, I'm not," you snapped, finally yanking your arm away.
"You're hiding something," she stated venomously. "And when I find out what it is, it better not be what I think. I'm not above taking the life of a traitor. I don't care that you're my daughter."
You didn't say anything, because you didn't exactly know what to say. Your mother obviously saw through every lie you had told her, and you didn't know if you could keep doing it. You met her eyes once and then backed away, heading towards your room. Before you could make it there, your mother called out to you again.
"And, Y/n?" she called softly.
"Yeah?" you asked.
"That hunt tomorrow?" she told you. "You're taking this one by yourself. And if you come back with anything less than a dead werewolf, we're going to consider leaving Beacon Hills."
"What?" you asked in horror. "Mom, I've never killed anyone. I-I can't kill someone."
Your mother smiled as she ran her fingers over the wood of the kitchen table. "Everyone has to start somewhere."
"You're saying that if I don't become a murderer, you're going to pick up and move again?"
"Your father and I feel that Beacon Hills hasn't had the best influence on you," she informed you.
"Mom, we can't leave," you cried. "I finally have friends here. I'm doing good in school and I-I'm happier than I've ever been."
"Then you can stay happy," she promised you. "As long as you make us happy too."
You quickly looked away and turned your back, heading towards your room so she wouldn't see you crying. The last thing you had ever wanted to do was become a killer like your mother, and you had never thought she would ever try to force you into becoming one. As much as you loved Beacon Hills, you knew you could never do what she asked.
Scott frowned as he lay sprawled out on his bed, an open biology textbook lying open in front of him. A light wind blew in from his open window, and he instantly wished he had been able to spend the beautiful day with you. He shot a glance towards his phone, wondering if he should risk texting you. While you were a trained hunter, you were still human and he was worried you would get hurt on your hunt.
Scott didn't even know that you had gone alone, but if he had he would have been out of his mind with worry. As you stumbled out of the trees that lined the back of his house, you thought about that and decided he would have a right to be. Despite what your mother had told you, you hadn't wanted to hurt the angry omega in the next town over. It wasn't like he had killed anyone, and you figured it wouldn't be right to take his life. You had insisted on trying to catch him, but you hadn't exactly been trained in trapping.
While you were trying incredibly hard not to hurt the omega, he seemed to have no problem hurting you. You had barely escaped with your life, and now you were heavily bleeding from a scratch on your side, among other cuts and scrapes.
You knew you couldn't go home without anything to show for your hunt, so you decided to head towards the only place you could think of. You had parked a block away and taken a shortcut through the woods, and now you were stumbling through Scott's backyard. You held an arm to your bleeding side and looked up at Scott's window, which was half open.
You knew his mom would be home and you didn't exactly want to knock on the door looking like you had just been tossed through a window. Melissa liked you for now, but you didn't want that to be ruined when you stumbled into her living room torn up and bloody.
Your own heavy breathing was all you heard as you managed to pull yourself up onto the railing of Scott's porch and then to the edge of the roof. You hissed in pain as you rolled onto the tiny space and pulled yourself towards his window sill. You could just barely see him inside, his worried eyes moving across the pages of one of his textbooks.
At the sound of you right outside his window, Scott's eyes narrowed. He turned, only to find you pulling yourself through it and into his room. He took in the blood, your torn shirt and the fact that you looked like you were about to pass out, and his eyes went wide.
"Y/n?!" he gasped.
You let out a sharp breath as you landed on his floor and Scott quickly rushed over to help you. "Y/n, what happened?"
"Omega," you breathed. "I-I went by myself. I didn't...I didn't want to kill him."
You murmured this last part, barely awake at this point. Scott tried to help you up, but you ended up falling into his shoulder and totally blacking out. You never even heard Scott frantically yelling for his mom as he scooped you into his arms.
Soft fabric scraped your cheek as you awoke with a groan, letting you know that you weren't still on the floor of Scott's bedroom. As you picked up your head, you realized that you were in his bed, nestled under the covers as he sat by your side. His eyes weren't on you just yet, but as he heard you waking up, he picked his eyes up from the textbook he was still reading.
"Hey," he murmured as you slowly sat up.
"Hey," you whispered as you kept your eyes on the fabric of his comforter.
"What's wrong?" Scott asked as he reached out for your hand. "Are you in pain?"
"No," you insisted, trying to scoot away from him. "I'm fine."
"Y/n," Scott said softly. "I can tell when you lie."
"Don't," you whispered. "Just-just don't okay? God, I'm so sorry."
Scott blinked. "For what?"
"For crawling into your window," you told him. "For dragging you into all of my bullshit."
"I don't care," Scott admitted. "Y/n, you know I don't care."
"Well you should," you told him as you tried not to cry. "My mom could kill you for getting involved with me. I'm pretty sure she already knows everything and I-I can't let you get hurt because of me."
"I won't," Scott assured you. "Trust me, I don't go down easy. A lot like you."
Tears began to well up in your eyes and you sighed pitifully. Scott gently reached out and placed his hand over yours, comforting you and taking your pain at the same time. You sniffed and reached up to place your fingers on your side, feeling the scratches that were now wrapped in gauze. As you looked down you realized that you weren't wearing your torn shirt, but one of Scott's.
"Did you patch me up?" you asked softly.
"My mom did," Scott told you with a smile.
"Oh god," you whispered. "She must hate me."
"Why would she?" Scott asked you. "She knows this isn't your fault and she was actually really worried about you. Just like me."
"I'm sorry if I scared you," you told him as you brought your knees closer to your chin. "I just...I didn't know where else to go."
"You can always come here," Scott promised you. "But what did you tell your parents?"
"They don't know I'm back yet," you admitted. "My mom sent me alone."
"What?" Scott demanded. "They sent you after a werewolf on your own?"
"My mom told me that if I didn't kill him," you whispered slowly. "She would have us leave Beacon Hills. But I-I couldn't kill him Scott. I couldn't do it."
"You tried to catch him instead," Scott realized.
"But I couldn't," you told him. "I didn't even want to. I've never wanted any of this."
"Don't worry about that," Scott told you. "We'll figure out a way for you to stay in Beacon Hills. We'll figure out something you can tell your mom and if it comes down to it...you can stay here."
"You'd do that for me?" you asked.
Scott nodded. "I'd do anything for you."
You frowned as you turned away, wishing you didn't have to worry about your family hurting Scott. You took a shaky breath and tried to avoid your boyfriend's eyes, but he wasn't having any of it.
"Hey," he whispered as he gently touched your chin. "We'll figure it out. You don't have to worry about it."
"But I-"
"Y/n," Scott said softly. "Don't worry about it right now."
"But-"
Scott leaned forward and pressed his lips onto yours, finally getting you to stop worrying. You didn't totally forget your problems as Scott's lips moved against yours, but they were definitely pushed to the back of your mind. Scott reached up to place his hand on your cheek, his thumb gently moving across the gauze he had helped his mom place.
He had been terrified as he carried you down the stairs, bleeding and unconscious. His mom had nearly dropped the slice of pizza she had in her hand when Scott carried you in, but she had immediately set to work. Scott was grateful he had been able to help, otherwise he would have been up the wall with worry.
He was still worried now, but he knew that he would find a way to help you. After all, it was what he did best, so why wouldn't he do it for his own girlfriend?
You gently pulled out of the kiss when you had to come up for air, and Scott rose from his chair and came to sit on his bed. You moved over so there was room for him too, leaning against him as he wrapped his arms around you. He gave your shoulders a gentle squeeze as you laid your cheek on his chest, letting you know that everything would be okay, one way or another.
"Don't worry," he told you again as he kissed the top of your head. "We'll figure it out."
You sighed into Scott's shoulder and closed your eyes, knowing that he was right. It might not be easy, but you swore you and Scott would be together. You loved each other more than anything and no one was going to take that from you.