LuiWizard
Beacon Hills isn't the kind of place where things happen.
At least, that's what Hogan Mars had always told himself - a quiet reassurance he'd repeat on slow Tuesday afternoons, somewhere between being 15 and becoming someone he hadn't figured out yet.
He's 16 now. A junior at Beacon Hills High. And he still can't shake the feeling that this town is holding something back.
Maybe he is too.
Hogan is sharp in the way that sneaks up on you - the kind of smart that surfaces in the middle of a conversation, never on a test. He's witty, quick to read a room, and frustratingly, almost stubbornly kind. Growing up with just his mother taught him early that kindness wasn't weakness. It was strategy. It was survival. It made people trust you - and trust, he'd learned, was worth more than almost anything.
The job at Deaton's Animal Clinic started out of necessity and became something more. Dr. Deaton - quiet, deliberate, with the kind of calm that either put you at ease or made you wonder what he knew that you didn't - had heard about Hogan's situation and offered him a position as second assistant. No fanfare. No pity. Just an open door, and Hogan walked through it.
That's where he met Scott McCall. They didn't need to explain themselves to each other - they just got it. Same kind of weight. Same quiet resilience. The kind of friendship that forms fast when two people recognize something familiar in each other's eyes.
Through Scott came Stiles. There's no real way to prepare for Stiles Stilinski - he arrives like a weather event. All rapid-fire energy and wild tangents and conspiracy theories delivered at a speed that somehow, against all odds, makes perfect sense if you just keep up. He became one of Hogan's best friends before Hogan even fully registered it was happening.
Three guys. One strange little town.
All rights belong to Jeff Davis and MTV. My OC, Hogan Mars, belongs to me.