✓ | battle wounds, scott m.

chapter one.

"Boy, good thing you drew me a picture," the tattoo artist said, looking at a small piece of paper before looking up at Scott McCall who replied with a smile. Daniella and Stiles Stilinski stood off to the side, Daniella biting her lip in nervousness.

"Hey, Stiles—" Ella started. "No." "– can I–" "Never." "– get a tattoo –" "Hell no." Ella groaned in annoyance, "Please!" "No, Dani. Dad will kill both you and me," Stiles said, rolling his eyes. Daniella crossed her arms and looked over at Scott, "Scott—"

"Don't even ask," Scott said as he smiled. Daniella huffed and went to sit on a waiting chair. "Hey Scott, sure you don't want something like this?" Stiles asked whilst holding up a picture of a creature looking thing. Scott looked at him with a pointed look, causing Stiles to ask, "Too soon?" Daniella smiled at Scott's reaction. "I don't know, man, are you sure about this? I mean, these things are pretty permanent." "No shit, Sherlock," Ella grumbled, rolling her eyes at her brother. Stiles turned to glare at her before turning back around.

"I'm not changing my mind," Scott smiled lightly. "Okay, but why two bands?" Stiles asked. Scott shrugged, "I just like it." "But don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning, you know, or something?" Daniella asked as she stood to walk up to Scott who looked up at her as the artist prepared his arm. "Getting a tattoo means something," Scott said. "I don't think that's–"Stiles was cut off by the artist.

"He's right, tattooing goes back thousands of years. The tahitian word "tatua" means 'to leave a mark.' Like a rite of passage." "Yeah, you see? He gets it," Scott says. "He's covered in tattoos, Scott, literally," Stiles saying, his sister nodding along. "Okay, you ready? You ain't got any problems with needles, do you?" The artist asks Scott. "Nope," Scott shook his head. "I tend to get a little squeamish though, so.." Stiles trails off as he scratches his chin. Daniella walked to the other side of Stiles, knowing what was coming next. "Oh, man," Scott muttered as Stiles fell into Daniella's arms. Stiles' sudden weight made Daniella fall to the ground. Daniella groaned, hearing Scott laughing. "Can I pleas—" "No." Dani rolled her brother off of her and the next thing Scott saw was her blue eyes peeking over his other forearm. Scott chuckled and used his free hand to brush back a hair that had fallen in Dani's face, Dani scrunching up her nose playfully, causing Scott to shake his head and smile.

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"You okay?" Daniella asked softly as she pushed herself to rest in between Scott and Stiles. "Kinda burns," Scott replied whilst looking at the bandaging on his arm. "Yes, you just had your skin stabbed about 100,000 times with a needle," Stiles informed. Daniella rolled her eyes at her brother before turning to look back at Scott with a worried expression. "Yeah, but I don't think it's supposed to feel like this," Scott said. Scott then jerked up, groaning, "Oh, God. No, it's definitely not supposed to feel like this. Oh, I gotta take this thing off."

"No, no, no, no, Scott," Daniella repeated, covering her eyes with her small forearm. "Oh, Scott, please stop! Whoa. . whoa," Stiles recovered himself. Dani's forearm lowered so she could see Scott's tattoo visibly disappear. "Oh, no, what? No, no, come on," Scott groaned before sighing and meeting eyes with Dani then looking over at Stiles, "It healed." "Ah, thank God. I hated it," Stiles said as he turned to start the car. Daniella nudged her brother and pointed to Scott who was looking at Ella's brother with a hurt expression. "Sorry," Stiles apologized. Ella nodded and smiled, sitting back in the back seat.

"Stiles," Ella groaned. "What?" Stiles asked, glancing at her through the rear view mirror. "I want McDonalds. . no, I want Taco Bell. Well, I'm in the mood for an orange juice. . from McDonald's!" Ella giggled. Scott couldn't help but smile, whilst Stiles shook his head. "It's all ready late and we have school tomorrow," Stiles stated firmly. Ella rolled her eyes, "I want orange juice, though!" "Give the woman her orange juice," Scott chuckled. Stiles rolled his eyes and pulled up to the nearest McDonalds and ordered Daniella's orange juice, "Anything else, Dani? Scott?" Scott ordered a medium Dr. Pepper and Dani asked for a ten piece McNugget.

Stiles ordered their things then pulled up to the first window and paid then went to the second to get their stuff. "Dani, I don't think orange juice and nuggets are a good combination," Scott smiled. Dani squinted her eyes, "Orange juice goes with everything. . like the color black." Both boys couldn't help but smile and shake their heads at the girl in the backseat. Dani did a shoulder dance as she drank her orange juice, happily sighing afterwards. "Hey, Scott, Have you talked to Allison?" Daniella's brother asked, causing Daniella to stop drinking her juice and to purse her lips.

Truth was, Daniella was jealous of Allison. Allison has the perfect smile, perfect body, perfect eyes. . she even had the perfect boy; Scott McCall. Hint the word 'had.' It fore Daniella to see Scott with someone else, but she had no other option, she'd never tell Scott about her feelings for him. Never. "Nah, we agreed to give each other the summer no texts, no calls," Scott answered. "So then how do you know she won't be back at school then?" Stiles asked, Daniella glaring at the back of his head. "After everything that happened, I'm not sure she's coming back at all," Scott said. "I think she is. I'd say pretty definite, you know. Like one hundred percent," Stiles stated, causing both Daniella and Scott to give him a confused expression. Stiles nodded his head and pointed to the car beside them, and sure enough, there sat both Lydia Martin and Allison Argent; Lydia, Allison, and Daniella were definitely best friends, and Lydia had asked Ella to go out with them on a triple date, but the only boy Ella wanted to go out with. . was sitting in the passenger seat of Stiles's Jeep.

"Oh, my God. Oh oh, my God," Scott repeated as he slumped down in his seat. Stiles waved to Lydia, Ella trying to hide her laugh as she popped another nugget into her mouth. "Can we just drive please, Stiles?" Scott asked. "Scott, it's a red light," Stiles said, looking up at the red lighting. "I think we should talk to her, I just think we should say something," Stiles said. "No," Scott denied as Stiles reached over and began to roll down the window, "No, no, Stiles, come on. Oh, my God, dude, no."

"Hey!" The girls drove away, Ella snorting at her brother. "You know, they probably didn't see us," Stiles stated. "Yeah, That was definitely it," Ella snickered, drinking her juice. "Ella, shut up and drink your orange juice," Stiles rolled his eyes. "Oh, I am," Ella said smartly. As the light turned green, Stiles pushed onto the pedal and began to drive, just happening to be right behind Lydia's vehicle. "What are you doing?" Scott asked. "I'm driving," Stiles replied. "We're right behind them," Scott panicked. "Okay, well, do you see any turns?" Stiles asked. "I don't want it to look like we're following them," Scott said.

"Well, what do you want him to do?" Daniella asked. "I don't know, anything!" Scott said. Stiles made a face then stopped the car. A couple seconds later, Lydia's car stopped as well. Stiles looked back at his sister, Daniella looking at Scott, Scott looking at Stiles. Suddenly, a figure smashed into Lydia's front window, the Stilinski siblings and Scott immediately jumping out of the Jeep to run to the girls' sides. Stiles and Ella ran to Lydia, each with an arm under each of Lydia's forearms. "It came out of nowhere," Lydia spoke breathlessly. "Are you hurt?" Stiles asked. "It ran right into us," Lydia answered.

Daniella looked over at Scott to see him trying to comfort Allison, and Daniella couldn't help the jealousy she felt. "Well, I'm not okay!" Lydia exclaimed, attracting the exes' attention, "I am totally freaking out. How the hell does it just run into us? I saw its eyes right before it hit us. It was like it it was like it was crazy." Scott slowly walked over to the deer, pressing a hand to its side, "No, it was scared. Actually. . Terrified."

Daniella licked her lips, "Well, Stiles, drive us all home, will you?" Stiles nodded and lead his three friends and sister into his Jeep, Ella sitting in between Lydia and Allison. Ella sighed, "At least I got my goddamn orange juice," and she took another sip.