*WAS CRUEL SUMMER*
"The pain of it slashed through my body in nauseating waves before settling heavily in the pit of my belly. I tried to hold it together, to hold it down, but I couldn't."
{ scott mccall x fem!oc }
{ season three - six }
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a promise to the dead
Late into the night, Scott McCall walked through the back door of his home, his helmet under his arm and a smile across his face. He felt victorious. For the past week, the wolf had felt as though he was on top of the world, with the dead pool behind them he couldn't help but feel as though the world was his oyster. All of the contracts had been terminated and the supernaturals of this town were able to live freely, no longer having to worry about their lives, questioning whether it would be one of the people around them who tried to kill them next. Ever since it had been over he had felt the need to celebrate the defeated obstacle, and tonight, inspiration had struck him, he finally knew what to do to celebrate the end of the dead pool. He and Nellie had talked about going on a date for a while, but with the hectic schedule of their lives during the dead pool, they could never find the time. Now that it was over, there was no excuse. He prepared to rush up the stairs to propose the idea to the girl, he had the perfect date planned in his head, all he needed was to make sure that she cleared her schedule for the night. Scott couldn't wipe the smile from his face as he closed the door behind him, he felt on a high, the best he had ever felt.
But all that came crashing down when he turned to see his mom and Noelle waiting up for him in the dining room. His mother had her back turned to him, while he couldn't see the look on his mother's face, the expression Noelle wore allowed him to come to a conclusion. Something was wrong here. Scott apologized for being late, explaining that he had been locking up the clinic, he had some good news for the two of them, Deaton had allowed him to work some extra hours for some more money.
At the mention of money, Melissa stepped back, revealing the red sports bag on the table. It was already unzipped, allowing the thousands of dollars that he had been hiding to spill out. Now he didn't feel so great. How much more did you need? Melissa questioned the wolf, but his eyes had avoided his mother's stare, instead looking to the blonde at the table who mouthed an apology, she hadn't been able to escape it, she had tried to, but Melissa saw right through her excuses for why Scott might be hiding half a million dollars under his bed.
His heart dropped into his stomach, just like Noelle's had when the woman called her down to see the sports bag of money. "This is payment from the dead pool. I found it in Garrett's locker." The wolf stammered an explanation, while Melissa was relieved her son wasn't a drug dealer, it didn't settle any better with her that the money belonged to Derek. She came up with a handful of excuses, such as her son was simply keeping ahold of it for him, making sure it was safe under his bed, perhaps the stupidest place to put a bag full of money. It soon became clear to the wolf that his mother was being sarcastic, but he didn't quite know what to say as he smiled at her, an uneasiness to his guilty smile. How long have you had it? Melissa asked. Too long, he answered.
"You know you've gotta give it back."
"I was going to." Scott agreed, he wasn't lying, he had every intention of returning it, it had just been harder than he expected to give away such a large amount of money. His eyes digressed to the quiet blonde in the room, the girl who refused to speak, it didn't even feel as though it was a conversation she should witness, but Melissa had insisted that she stuck around, insisting that she was as much family as anyone else. This was her house too.
