| Epilogue: Supremacy |

Scott had been out of Eichen House's treatment wing for three days; he'd been discharged the afternoon after waking up in the middle of the night. Now, three evenings later, he walking up to its gate. He pressed the button, sending a buzz to the front desk inside. After a minute, the gate creaked open and Scott made his way long walk to the entrance of the building. When he walked in, Schrader eyed Scott skeptically.

"Hello, Scott," he said, having become familiar with him through the traffic of bodies going in and out while the alpha was unconscious. Schrader just looked at him and pushed forward the plastic bin to discard his phone.

"I, uh, left it at home."

"Indeed," Schrader replied, his eyebrow raised.

"Scott, what're you doing here?" Dr. Fenris said, walking through the same door that leads down into the hidden floor.

"I wanna' see 'im."

"You shouldn't be here."

"I just wanna' talk to him."

"Scott—"

"Please?"

Dr. Fenris looked to Schrader and then back to Scott. "C'mon."

Scott followed him, walking him to that ominous floor that jailed and housed so many strange things that Scott and his pack still knew so little about. He led him down the hall, passed the locked gate. However, rather than walking him towards the section where Dr. Valack had once been held, he took Scott through the door he escaped through when the Dread Doctors arrived. From there, that door led to another door which led to another wing, even larger, though, than the one they'd been in. After rounding a corner, Scott began recognizing the people in the glass cells to his left: they were the members of his thought-to-be-pack—the members of the phase one "synthetics" (so they'd been dubbed). At the end of the hall was a metal door, looking much like that to the core of a forge or boiler room.

"Five minutes," Fenris said. Scott's red eyes seared. Fenris shook his head in frustration but caved. "Knock three times when you're done…I'll be waiting outside." Scott nodded and Fenris opened the door for him. Scott stepped into the barely lit room to see Theo tapping away on an old type-writer, the header on each page reading The Phase One Chronicles. Theo glared up at the intruding body as Fenris closed the door behind Scott, only to smile. His eyes shined yellow as he turned towards the alpha, his lips breaking into a wider grin.

Scott opened his mouth to say something, unsure of how to begin, though. He closed his lips and took a deep breath. They stared at each other for a minute, tension attempting to build. Instead, Theo just stood. "It's okay," he said. "I understand. He slowly walked up to Scott, forcing Scott to take a step back. Theo kept at his advance and in the final step surged forward, latching his lips onto Scott's as they thudded up against the small space of wall between the door and the corner.

Their emotions took over, their hands and the friction speaking to that. Their hands tangled in the other's hair. They caressed each other's cheeks. Kisses moved from devouring their lips to nipping and tasting their necks. Theo ground hard against the alpha, trapping him delightfully against the wall and Scott, for his part, threatened to grind so hard that Theo almost lost his footing. Finally, after five minutes had clearly passed, Theo pulled back, resting their foreheads together, their eyes closed, their lips separated by a mere inch. "I missed you, too," Theo breathed, smirking. Scott could only smile himself.

"I need you, Theo."

Author's Note: Love this pair...comment guys. Lemme' know what you think!