scomiche; broken (omegaverse)

four

The next morning, Connie walks to Scott's bedroom, to check on him. She looks into the bedroom and frowns when she sees Mitch curled up on the bed next to Scott, sleeping. Her mind instantly thinks that he snuck into the bedroom last night, and that won't be good for Scott when he wakes up.

Connie walks into the room and reaches over to shake Mitch awake. "Mitchell,"

Mitch blinks a few times as he looks up, confused to see Connie standing there. "Connie?"

"Mitch, what are you doing in here?" Connie whispers.

"Scotty was having nightmares last night. I came in to comfort him. He let me stay," Mitch explains to her.

Connie sighs. "As long as he said it was okay. You cannot push him-"

"Mom," Scott groans, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "It's too early to be talking about this stuff."

Connie's eyes widen. "Scott! I'm so sorry- I'm just being overprotective. I didn't mean to wake you."

Scott looks over at her. "It's fine," he says, before letting out a big yawn. "Wh-What time is it?"

"It's breakfast time. You boys need to get up and get dressed. Come downstairs when you're done," Connie says. She smiles at Scott before walking out of the bedroom.

Scott lays there for a moment as Mitch gets up to get ready. He wonders if things are going to go straight back to how they used to be, or if things are going to take awhile before things are normal again.

"Alpha?"

Scott jumps and looks over at Mitch. "Don't call me that. I'm not an Alpha," he warns.

Mitch frowns. "O-Okay," he says, rubbing his arm awkwardly. "Are you coming? Breakfast..."

Scott sits up, and pushes himself off the bed. He follows Mitch out of the bedroom and downstairs.

"How does pancakes sound, boys?" Connie asks when the two boys walk into the kitchen.

"Pancakes?" Scott asks, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Sh-Shapes?"

"Of course, sweetheart. I wouldn't make them any other way," Connie smiles at Scott.

"Um, m-mom?" Scott asks nervously. "I... I need clothes. I don't fit my old ones anymore."

"I suppose you were to grow in six years," Connie sighs softly. "We can go shopping later, okay? Mitch can come with us too. A lot of people will be coming by to see us throughout the day, but if you don't want to see anyone then we can tell them to come back another time. Your friends are excited to see you."

"Do you remember Kirstie? Or, Kevin?" Mitch asks, looking up at Scott.

Scott bites his lip as he tries to remember a Kirstie or a Kevin. "Um, I can't remember..." He mumbles. "Why can't I remember anyone? I'm a terrible person!" He cries, breaking down in tears.

"Don't cry, Scotty!" Mitch's eyes widen. "I-It's okay-"

Connie rushes over to Scott and hugs him. "Nobody is upset with you, honey. Everybody knows what those terrible Alphas did to you. Those Alphas ruined you. It is not your fault, okay? Don't blame yourself."

Scott sniffs and wipes away the couple of tears that slipped out of his eyes.

"They're gonna be excited to see you even if you don't remember them. Kirstie cried when we told her that you were safe and sound, and that you were finally home," Mitch assures him.

"I-I want to remember," Scott says, looking between Mitch and his mom. "I want to forget Damien..."

"Damien put you through a lot-"

"I wish people would stop saying that," Scott sighs. "Nobody but me knows what I went through. I know that Damien put me through a lot. He was a horrible Alpha who abused me and raped me."

It's silent for a moment, before Connie finally speaks up. "How about that breakfast?"

Scott frowns slightly as he watches his mom walk away to continue making pancakes.

"We should sit," Mitch suggests before pulling a chair out for Scott, and then sitting down in another chair. "So, Alpha- I mean, Scott... I think we can help you get your memories back."

"Really?" Scott asks, sitting down in the chair. "How?"

"We've got tons of pictures and videos we can show you, and I'm sure seeing your friends again will help. We don't have to do it right away. I understand you're still recovering and might need rest."

"No, I want to remember as much as I can from my old life," Scott says. "What happened was horrible, but Damien's going to jail, and I'm home now. I don't want to spend my time crying about him."

"Okay," Mitch takes a deep breath. "After breakfast then, we can invite Kirstie and Kevin over."

"Okay," Scott nods. "Thank you, Mitch. For doing this for me. I hope I can remember you too."

"What don't I tell you a little bit about myself?" Mitch suggests, earning an eager nod from Scott. "Okay, so... we've known each other since we were little kids, practically babies. Our parents were best friends, so obviously we were gonna become friends too. We went to Martin High School, and we were both also in choir and did a bunch of theater stuff together. Um, but about your ranks..."

"Mitch," Connie warns as she looks over at Mitch. "Don't say anything that will make him upset."

"Damien told me I was an Omega," Scott frowns.

"He only told you that because that's what he wanted you to be," Mitch explains to him, taking a deep breath. "You're an Alpha. You found out you were an Alpha when you were fifteen years old, and I had a really big crush on you long before that. You're basically every Omega's dream Alpha. We pretty much started dating after I found out that I was an Omega. Then, a year later... you were taken away."

Scott nods. "I only remember a little bit from that night, but... not much, because they drugged me,"

"You were going to the store late at night because we were having a sleepover with Kirstie and Kevin the night after that. You never came home though. You wouldn't answer your phone, or anything," Mitch says. "There had been reports of Omega's going missing before too, but I never thought it would happen to you, especially since you're an Alpha. Why would they go through with kidnapping an Alpha?"

"I was pretty scrawny at sixteen, if I remember correctly," Scott says. "But, I was also pretty tall."

"You were," Mitch smiles, and then he frowns. "I guess not much has changed."

"That's not Scott's fault. Those Alpha's were not feeding him correctly. But, no worries. We're going to work on getting your weight to where it needs to be," Connie says, looking over at Scott with a smile.

"Damien always told me I was fat," Scott mumbles, frowning.

"You're not fat," Mitch whispers, reaching over to grab Scott's hand. "You're perfect the way you are."

Scott looks over at Mitch, and takes a deep breath. "You're not lying to me?"

Mitch chuckles and shakes his head. "No, Scotty. I would never lie to you," he says softly.

Scott smiles a little. "Thanks," he mumbles, glancing down at himself.

After a few moments of silence, Connie finally brings over pancakes, shaped as Mickey Mouse. "Pancakes, shaped as Mickey Mouse. The way you loved them as a kid, Scotty," she says.

Scott smiles, and then blushes when his stomach rumbles.

Connie chuckles. "Guess I need to make more pancakes," she says, walking back to the stove.