Scott McCall Imagines

Flower

It was a chance encounter, both on the same street corner crossing the same path on their separate ways home from wherever they had spent their days. He happened to pick up the flower that had fallen from her hair. When their eyes met, his world stopped. He was only brought back by the taxi that thought he was taking to long to cross the street.

She rode in the ambulance with him to the hospital even though he insisted he didn't need to go. She sat outside the room waiting as they ran test after test and scan after scan, each coming back completely clean and surprising even the most advanced doctor. But they gave him the go ahead to leave and the two walked out the door.

They hadn't talked spoken much, she felt responsible for the accident and awkward for staying so long. He was just nervous he would make a fool of himself like he always seemed to do but she spoke first.

"My name's Y/N. I don't know why I stayed so long but since I did I figured maybe we could, I don't know, walk home together?" She asked, swinging her purse beside her.

"That would be fine. I'm Scott by the way." He introduced himself with a small smile and a handshake.

"Well Scott. You seem to be quite the mystery case for the doctors. Hit by a car and hardly a scratch. Impressive, are you like a vampire or something?" She asked with a slight laugh.

"Not exactly a vampire."

"What are you then?"

Scott chuckled. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"I think I would believe a lot more than you think." She then held out her right hand and with her left pulled a flower from her open palm, and placed in behind her ear.

"Magic?" He asked in confusion.

She nodded. "I could sense you the moment we met. Now what are you Scott?"

"A werewolf." He stated plainly, showing her his eyes.

"An alpha."

He smiled as he corrected her. "A true alpha. What are you?"

"A witch by birth, a florist by trade." She said gesturing to the flower in her hair. "I've been waiting for you a long time Scott McCall."

"I didn't tell you my last name."

"That's the part you're concerned with?"

"Why have you been waiting for me?" He asked, though still curious about her knowing his full name.

"When I was a little girl I had a vision of a great love. A boy with warm brown eyes that turned red and his mother called him Scott McCall." She explained softly.

The explanation did little for him as his mind began to swim with questions. "How did you know it was me today?"

"Because your eyes flashed when we met. For just a second they were blood red. And I knew. It was like my whole body was on fire. Then I went with you to the hospital and they said your name. That's why I stayed at the hospital, waiting for you. I couldn't let the chance pass that you were him."

"So you think that we are going to have an epic love story?"

"No. I think that I'm going to walk up to my apartment," She pointed to the building beside them before turning to face him completely. "And you are going to walk down this street and I'm never going to see you again." She then took the flower from her hair and handed it to him as she kissed him on the cheek. She then turned and walked through the doors of her apartment building.

Scott stood there awhile just watching the building, thinking maybe she would come out, but after fifteen minutes of nothing he clutched the flower tightly to his chest and took a deep breath before finally turning the corner and disappearing down the street, determined to see her again if it was the last thing he did.