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Date & Time: January 15th, day and night
Location: … Places ...
Characters: Teen Wolf cast + Peter Rumancek
Summary: It’s the full moon and there are a couple out of control werewolves.
Warnings: Werewolf business, up to and including violence and moon-induced assholery.

[basically there will be a set of headers within.]

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The Day of the Full Moon

[banded]

[Unlike the first time this happens, Scott is aware of what’s happening, he can feel himself slipping. Everywhere he goes, he can feel the faint feeling of emotions just beyond his grasp, and he knows that he can feel it all the more because of his new status. It makes him feel out of control, too many emotions mingling in with his own, and he recognizes his mistake. Oh, yeah, I’ve had it under control for a while. A while is different from now, and he can feel that familiar rage seeping in; it’s hard to deny right now.

Being aware is different from stopping it, and though he sets out early in the morning almost in a daze, head swimming with thoughts and emotions, none of them good, he slips away at some point. The Scott McCall who remains is a mere facsimile of the one normally present. He’s the one who acts almost as a complete contradiction to his normal behavior. He’s still Scott—still undeniably Scott McCall, no matter how unfortunate that may be—but there’s one present and pounding idea in his head: there’s no hope.

There’s no control.

It’s like a crushing, overwhelming weight that he can’t deny. If he were in a clearer state of mind, he’d be able to pinpoint the source. (He already has, after all; it all comes back to her. It all comes back to Allison.) But the name Allison is only the instigator of another string of emotions and a reminder of what he’s lost. He’s gained so much—things are better is what he told Erica—but he’s lost so much, too. They all have.

And rather than repressing the thoughts that usually surge up, he seems to be acting on them—all of them.

In a haze, he sets out to find the ones he wants to speak to the most: Allison, Lydia, Isaac … perhaps there are others, too. It feels like he can hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears as he makes this decision. That sound does the exact opposite of offering him any clarity.]

[haleaffair]

[luckily between the snow and the isolation, there's enough pockets here and there for them to get lost among for the sake of ... well, everyone else. so Peter tells Isaac to herd Scott to what he calls a "rendezvous" point, which is somewhere between two stone walls that could have been a back ally at one time. the whole place reeks anyway, but Peter never gives it more than a passing glance. the wild life is strange, and the putrid scent of ash and rot aren't something that the snow can destroy, only mask.

becoming an alpha came with a whole lot of weight. not, of course, that he didn't think Scott could handle it. Scott had a weird way of flying by the seat of the pants in almost everything he did. it worked for him. well, as much as it really could work for him. the stress was enough to break anyone, and Scott managed a whole lot of it.

Peter's there, rolling up his sleeves to his elbow.]

So, I heard you're having problems. Ah ah ah—I'm not telling who gave you away. That would be a dick move.

[banded]

I don't need your help.

[Scott knows that much, he knows how much Peter wanted to turn him into something like him, and while he can usually see through the haze of disliking Peter, to see how Peter has helped, he can't right now. Right now, it's blatantly clear that Peter is only out to hurt him.

The location is one that makes him abundantly aware that this is meant to be done out of sight, and already, Scott's claws start to extend. He doesn't need Peter's help, and if he means to push him, he'll show him why he's making a mistake for even thinking of it.]

[haleaffair]

Oh, I think you do. I think you need my help more than you'd like to admit.

[he holds out his fingers, spiked nails appearing. he regards the whole situation casually, his heartbeat steady. there's no fear, no apprehension and no hesitation. of course, there hardly ever is with him. there's unwant, but that comes very differently then the other three.]

You're an Alpha now, Scott. You can't go around without a clue as to what you're doing. You know, the norm. It's not gonna work.

[freezerburned]

[Isaac is seeking Scott out as well. Stupid. They should have planned for this before the day of the full moon. With the good Peter, when it was just the two of them, the full moon was just a thing that happened- the two of them, running through the woods, collapsing back at the apartment in the morning. With the other Peter, Scott, Isaac, Erica- it complicates things.

They should have had more time to plan. They should have. Especially when Isaac is suddenly reminded of the conditions of Erica's death, of the race through the preserve, tumbling into the school, locking the wolves in the boiler room. They should have had more time, they should have been more aware.

Which is why he goes to Scott now. Because Scott is in control, isn't he? He can help.]

Scott- [Isaac ducks into the room quickly after he's found the alpha, his eyes slightly wide.] -we've got a problem.

[banded]

You're right. We do.

[There's a huskiness to Scott's voice that isn't usually there, as if it's been lowered an octave for this conversation. There are few moments when that's actually present, and it's usually when he's angry in some way. Scott is rarely that angry when he's speaking to Isaac; he's been upset about things that have been happening, but never really him. The way he's looking at him now tells a different story.

He doesn't really like Isaac right now.

His fingers curl into fists at his sides.]

Did you think I wouldn't notice, Isaac?

[freezerburned]

[There's a pause as Isaac's eyes flicker over Scott, noting the change in tone, the change in body language, and his own expression goes from serious to apprehensive, his chin tilting downward. He can sense the anger, and Isaac somehow knows it's his fault, but he doesn't know what he did.

Scott is pissed at him though, that much is a given.]

...notice what?

[Everything he's done races through his mind- his going to Peter Hale to ask for help, his long planning sessions with Peter Rumancek... the training with Allison. As soon as he starts putting two and two together, it all seems pretty damning.]

this got late i'm sorry!!

[argentite]

[ it's really just plain luck that allison runs into scott at the very moment that she does. she'd known the full moon was drawing near and while it may not have been anywhere near what it was like back on the moon, it's still scott's first full moon in exsilium as far as he can remember. she'd thought she'd drop by later, just for a few minutes, to check in and make sure everything's okay.

she hadn't expected that he'd come find her first.

there's something a little off about the way he's moving, but she can't be sure how much of it is just from the day itself. scott had become better at controlling his power over the past couple of months, but — but deaton had said what they'd done would have consequences. still, she hopes that it's nothing more than her imagination, for scott's sake and for everyone else around here.

she stands a few feet away from the other teen, a curious look on her face as she continues watching him. ]

Hey, Scott.

[banded]

[Unlike with Peter and Isaac, finding Allison only brings on an overwhelming wave of sadness; there's more clarity, more understanding, if only because the swell of emotion there is tied to a very simple and negative yet already present feeling. He's heartbroken.

For some time, Scott's been trying to ignore it. Their breakup was twinged with hopefulness. Though she and her father had left for the summer and he'd managed to keep from texting and calling her, he still hoped. Their talk may have never happened, they may have never kissed again, and he may have seriously messed up that one day in her room, but he hoped. He really hoped. They had begun working together. They had a common goal, even if she went about it on her own and he worried about her.

Somehow, Scott hadn't even stopped to realize the distance brought on by all of that.

Now it's filtered in a different way—with blame. Blame at himself (for pushing Isaac toward her) ... and more blame at himself, for not being good enough. For somehow not living up to it. Before all of this happened, he just wanted to be Scott-and-Allison (the couple) and Scott-and-Stiles (the best friend).

His mind isn't quite in the same dredges as it was that day by the bus with the gasoline, but he still doesn't feel mentally okay. Some part of him is overwhelmed and wants to run scared. He doesn't, though.]

Hey ... can we talk?

[argentite]

[ seeing scott like this only increases her worry; no matter what they might be right now, regardless of the break up or the distance they're giving one another, it doesn't change the fact that scott was one of the first people she'd cared so intensely about.

and being together with him, she can still pick up on the tells that something is wrong. memories of the gas station and the motel flicker through her mind and she finds herself nodding readily. ]

Sure. Did you want to go somewhere?

Other Day of Shenanigans

[banded]

[Scott is hardly the only one experiencing problems today. Peter is stuck with a bunch of teenage werewolves. Erica hasn’t been exposed to the moon in three months.

How will they deal with these problems?]

[freezerburned]

[Isaac finds himself a little unsettled after his talk with Scott. The alpha has left, off to see Peter for whatever lessons he can take in controlling himself and he leaves Isaac here, in his shared house with who he's affectionately coined as the sane Peter, but he can't stay still.

Peter has seen him before on full moons and it's not like this, it's never been like this before. he hasn't felt Scott before, and now that he can, it feels like everything is unsettled in his chest. There's no chance of losing control, he hopes- he's going to need it later, if everything goes the way he thinks it will.

He's asked Erica to meet him here a little later. Who knows if Scott will be back in time for them all to go to not-sane Peter's place for the shift. What matters now is control. Comfort. Silence.

It would be a lot easier if he stopped pacing.]

[werewolfing]

[the impending moon makes peter nervous too, makes his nerves taut and his hands just a little shaky. it's worse than usual, though, because isaac's tense and scott is just...off in a way that makes the hairs on the back of peter's neck rise whenever he looks at the other werewolf. it's a little better once scott goes off to do whatever it is he's going to do with the creepy peter, but isaac's half-even footfalls aren't helping.

peter picks up his guitar from its place near his side of the bed and picks at it to give his hands something to do. it's a song isaac should recognize, he plays it often enough.]

Hey, come sit down. You're gonna wear out the floorboards.

[freezerburned]

[Isaac shakes his head quietly at the offer, his jaw tightening. Still, he turns to Peter, leaning up against the counter and nodding his head toward the other werewolf, his shoes scuffing across the floor.]

Too restless. Is now really the time for that?

The Full Moon

[banded]

[As the moon approaches, there are few recipes at hand for things going without a hitch. Scott is still a recently turned alpha without any ability to anchor himself. Erica is still experiencing her same predicament. Of course, these things might be resolved before the moon, but they may not be.

Things are rarely ever that simple.]

[werewolfing]

[peter arrives at their agreed meeting-place as late as he can manage without worrying he won't have enough time. the reality of the situation is that, until after sunset, he's nothing but a liability, a stranger to everyone but isaac and possessing none of the supernatural qualities that the beacon hills werewolves do. after sunset, of course, it's something of a different story.

he comes in quietly, picks a space essentially as far as he can be from the rest of them, and begins to undress, methodically folding his clothes and putting them into the bag he brought with him. it's cold but he's sweating anyway, anxious and impatient as the oncoming change itches under his skin.]

Erica || up to the turn and beyond

[better]

[Everything is too much for her. The isolation for months, being told that she's dead, that she's trapped here... everything is overwhelming her and even as she tries to keep a hold on it, she can feel it raveling out at the edges. It doesn't help that the moon is pushing on her. All the rage and drive to kill, to move quicker and faster -- harder than she's ever done before runs beneath her skin.

Her hands shake and it reminds her too much of an oncoming seizure. The tremble of muscle that can't quite control the rest of her body. Erica holds onto herself, trying to contain that shake, that unease that drags through her like nails on a chalkboard. She can feel that vibration on bone, the hum of something she can't pin down.

She paces the room, knowing that she's supposed to meet Isaac somewhere, but she's not sure she's ready to leave where she's at. Not yet. Of course, she knows waiting around until it's too late isn't going to be smart either.

***

Every breath she takes is measured as she feels that oncoming shift, the fact that she hasn't felt it in so long definitely is making things difficult. She steps into where she's meant to meet Isaac and wrings her hands together, the tension wrought through her.]

Isaac?

[freezerburned]

Yeah.

[He- they're not technically in the same pack anymore, but he can still feel it in her. The disquiet, the tension, he can smell the rage and brutality that Erica is only barely managing to keep in check. Isaac moves toward her quickly at that, lifting a hand to try and settle it on her shoulder, trying to calm her in any way he can.

Isaac can feel the moon as well, pulling on the edge of his consciousness. He can feel Scott, angry and still pushing influence down through whatever sort of weird alpha-beta link they have. But for the most part, he's able to keep himself under control. For now.]

I'm here. I'm going to be here, with you. No matter what happens.

[better]

[It's a hard truth for her to swallow, that she had gone from running away from the pack, to being a token prize for another pack, to now being an omega. An omega who hadn't felt the pull of the moon in months. Those two things combined into a dangerous mix of rage and violence and she is only trying to keep it contained, but the closer to the moon it gets the harder it's getting to keep that hold.

Her palms are already sore from the constant pushing of her claws into the soft flesh as she clenches her fists tight and the healing of skin and muscle that comes after it.

When his hand touches to her shoulder she exhales sharply. She doesn't pull away, but she tries to use that as something to connect to. It's barely even anything to hold onto, but she's trying.]

It's so much worse, Isaac.

[freezerburned]

I know.

[He doesn't know. But he saw how out of control Cora and Boyd here, he knows what it looks like, and he sees it in Erica. And as much as Isaac wants to protect her and tell her that it's going to be okay- he's not sure if it will. He remembers helping Derek restrain her and Boyd during the full moon, remembers holding her still while she was chained to the train car and he doesn't want to chain her up now, but he doesn't know what else to do.

Isaac isn't Derek, he's not Scott. He doesn't know how to lead people. He doesn't know how to teach people. But he cares about her and he has to try.]

You've got to- just find something, think about your human self and find an anchor. [He holds onto her, one of his arms slipping around her shoulders, keeping her close. Isaac fully expects her to lash out against him like a wild thing, but the warmth and familiarity of another heart beating next to hers might help, right?]

It has to be something that means something to you, okay? Just- just think about all the things that make you human.

The day after

[freezerburned]

[There have been more important things to worry about than Scott hitting him at the height of his emotion. Erica needed an anchor, Scott needed to control his wolf, and Isaac had to make sure that Peter Hale wasn't about to screw them all over at a moment when nobody had complete control over themselves.

The other Peter had helped with that. A lot, actually. And they somehow miraculously got out of there alive and without killing anyone- how is a little beyond him at this point. Still, they survived and that's good. Isaac is exhausted though, mentally, physically, emotionally and he really wants nothing more than to go home and curl up in bed for days.

If every month turns out to be like this, he's really not sure how they're actually going to survive here.]

[banded]

[Despite Peter's help ("help," because Peter Hale's approach is really no better than the twins' would come to be back home), there's some part of Scott that feels off. He feels better than he has in a while. The weird hallucinations that he's been ignoring have vanished, but he doesn't know why; he feels like he has a whole on some part of himself, but there's still that angry roaring in the back of his head.

He might have shut a door to one thing unknowingly, but he still lacks an anchor. That much hasn't been resolved.

Scott's aware of it now, though. Aware of the loss of control, of the feeling of hopelessness. He'd looped back to where he'd been near the beginning, kissing Lydia and telling Stiles a string of terrible things that his best friend never needed to hear. He's right back at it, fully aware of what his actions have wrought. At one point, he even laughed about it, so swallowed up in whatever darkness that took hold that he couldn't see or think clearly.

He doesn't know what he's going to do. The problems are seemingly insurmountable, but he knows that as the alpha here, he has to do his job. Take care of the betas, not let that feeling overwhelm him, not let any of it win—if he can't do that, then what's the point of being an alpha? How would he ever truly deserve that? True alpha ... for his mindset, for how he looks out for people. How much did he even do that the day ... and night before?

But despite these thoughts, Scott knows one thing: he can't just sit down. He messed up. And he's not someone who turns away from his problems. If he had told someone sooner instead of insisting he was all right, yesterday wouldn't have happened. He didn't, though. It was too late.

He pushes himself up off the ground and inhales deeply before he begins to run. He doesn't run with his hands down like additional feet, instead keeping upright. He's looking for Isaac, and he can sense their connection (one he's surprised is still there; some part of him agrees that Isaac still deserves better).

When he spots him, he keeps his distance even as he approaches.]

Isaac. [Unlike other times, Scott doesn't speak firmly, instead softly and pleading. The last thing he's going to do is plead for forgiveness, but he doesn't want to seem as if he's approaching him the same as he did yesterday. That's the last thing he wants.]

[freezerburned]

[To tell the truth, Isaac isn't sure how he feels about Scott right now. On one hand, it's Scott, and Isaac is pretty sure he'd do anything for him, but on the other... well, he doesn't know.

Scott didn't just hit him. Months ago, back at the rave, the other werewolf had kindled something in him that he didn't think possible- the hope, the belief that a person could exist who wasn't just concealing violence behind a smile. His father had smiled as he locked him in that freezer- Derek had pretended to be sympathetic before breaking his arm, but Scott? Scott was just nice, and in such an earnest way that Isaac had actually believed that someone could be just nice, without any ulterior motives.

And then- well, yesterday happened. To be fair, Isaac tries to reason with himself, he had asked for it. He told Scott to hit him, to take his anger out on him so that things would be put right. It's the way of the world, isn't it? Things should be fine now, between them. He's okay with it because he asked for it and it fixed things and everything is fine.

Why would I ever trust you again?

It comes as a surprise when Scott actually seeks him out the next day, and Isaac looks up at the sound of his name, his posture straightening almost immediately upon seeing Scott. He manages a smile, but it's not necessarily that convincing, and his heart kicks up a few beats alongside it.]

Hey.

[His tone is casual, and Isaac glances over Scott for a moment before moving to stand.]

How are you holding up?

[werewolfing]

[after the moon, peter is exhausted. he's always exhausted, from the transformation and being up all night, and this was more strenuous than most. but they got through, and nobody died, and if the beacon hills crowd has more issues to work out than time magazine, well. they made it through the night.

all the same, he feels achy and rubbed raw as he gets dressed, fuzzy yet hyper-alert in the way he sometimes gets after the moon. he just wants to take isaac and go home and sleep, to get away from this tension that keeps feeling as though it's about to turn ugly again. he feels almost like he did on the moon, more wolf than boy, thoughts simple and clear. protect yours. keep safe. get home. eat. rest. heal.

some part of peter is aware that he's still hanging by isaac's side, the hunched posture of the boy not nearly as intimidating as the watchful guard of the wolf, but it doesn't seem incorrect.]

[freezerburned]

[Isaac appreciates Peter by his side, like some sort of guard dog. He's been a little jumpy, but that's to be expected, with the moon and the barely-avoided massacre and all of that. His anchor has chewed through him, the wolf still nursing the injuries it had gotten trying to subdue Erica, and he's not sure where he stands with Scott.

All in all, things could be going better. They could definitely be worse, but they could also be a lot better.

Isaac changes into his pajamas before noon and pulls the blankets around him as he sits in the corner of the couch and pulls his knees up with him. Possibly not the best of ideas- the couch smells like Scott, and Isaac isn't sure if he's coming back, or if he's really gone for good, and just the thought of that- of failing him enough to drive him away- it makes Isaac burrow a little deeper into his Peter-smelling blankets and sigh.]

I think I want to sleep for the rest of my life.