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Chapter 1: Erase

"Give them hope."

She says this as if it's a simple solution. She says this as if it will be easy for him. After all, he's a true alpha, and being a true alpha means you have magic powers of strength and leadership and hope. But Scott can't see the hope. He can't see the light in the darkness. All he feels is the blackness pressing around him, the weight of the despair nearly crushing him. How can he have hope when his pack has been destroyed? How can he have hope when each of his friends is slowly distancing from him, lost in their own hellish life? How can he have hope when he couldn't help Kira, when he couldn't protect Stiles, when he couldn't help Hayden? No, hope has no place with him now.

"I wish this had never happened." he whispered. His whole body felt heavy.

"I know, honey. But you'll get the bad guys, you always do." Melissa said, stroking his hair. He knew she was trying to be comforting, but her words only made him realize how utterly exhausted he was.

"No, not this thing with Theo." he said, shaking his head. His mother looked on, confused. "Everything. I wish everything had never happened. I wish Peter had never bitten me."

"If I could take it all away for you, I would." she whispered, her hand falling to her lap. They never talked about this in any of her parenting books - how to protect your child when they become a leader of the supernatural.

"Thanks, Mom." he said. He tried to make it sound genuine, but it came out flat. He stood up, feeling a little woozy. He looked over at Liam, whose eyes were still burning gold in the moonlight. He opened his mouth for a moment, but turned away. What could he say at this point? The kid had every right to be angry. Maybe not to try and kill him, but anger? Understandable. He slowly started walking out of the library, the various broken bones and bruises knitting themselves together as he walked.

"Scott? Where are you going?" Melissa called after him. He paused for a moment.

"I just need to…clear my head." he answered, continuing his trek out the door. Once he entered the parking lot, the moon bathed him in its pure light. He could feel his power surging, his cells racing to regenerate and heal his wounds. His muscles felt taut; his blood was buzzing with the energy. For once, he didn't push down the wolf. He let his fangs grow out, his vision going red as it sharpened. For the first time in a long time, Scott let the wolf be free. He let out a long howl, then took off running. He didn't know where he was going, just that he wanted to go. And fast. He ran and ran and ran. He dodged trees and roots and bushes. He jumped over rivers and leapt off of rocks. He ran until his muscles burned, until his lungs screamed, until his heart was beating so fast that he thought it would burst out of his chest. And just when he thought for sure he was going to die, he stopped. His breath was ragged, his chest heaving. The fire in his blood had subsided, and he was left alone in the silence of the woods. There, without another soul in miles, he sat on a rock and let himself cry. The tears didn't last long - they never seemed to last as long as they needed to - but still he sat, feeling the emotions behind his eyes, choking him with a lump in his throat.

"Why do you cry, little wolf?" came a voice. Scott shot up, claws immediately out. How had he not heard this woman approach?

"Who are you?" he asked roughly. Anyone who could move with that much stealth was not someone to trifle with.

"My name is Selena." she answered calmly, her dark eyes gazing easily back at him.

"What are you doing here?" he questioned further. With all the new villains that had been taking a number for him, he felt threatened merely by her presence.

"I could ask you the same thing." she said. Scott eyed her warily. "I was looking for the source of the power in this town, to draw from it on the Super Moon."

"The Nemeton?" Scott said, even more wary now.

"That's what some call it, yes. Unfortunately, it has chosen to lend its powers elsewhere tonight." she said sadly, looking up at the moon. Scott felt his fear ebbing away. This woman obviously wasn't a wolf or a hunter, and didn't have the markings of a chimera. "You haven't introduced yourself yet."

"Scott." he said, still keeping up his brave front.

"Ah, yes. I've heard of you." she replied, going and sitting on a rock across from him.

"It usually doesn't end well when people tell me that." he said, choosing to stay standing.

"No, I suppose not." Selena said, looking back at the moon again. "But I have no use for a True Alpha's powers, so you have nothing to fear from me. Though with all your strength, I believe it is I who should be fearing you."

"It's not really all it's cracked up to be." Scott said shortly.

"Is that why you're here?" she asked. She looked at him similar to how his mother looked at him.

"I just needed to escape for a minute. All these things that have happened recently…they're all my fault. And if I'm honest, I wish I'd never became a wolf in the first place." he said in a rush. He owed her no explanation, but found himself feeling defensive. The words weren't supposed to come out, but they did.

"Changing the past is bold." Selena said quietly. In fact, it seemed just loud enough that he could hear it.

"Why are you looking for the Nemeton again?" Scott asked.

"To draw from its power. The Super Moon isn't only for wolves, you know." she said in a matter-of-fact manner.

"So what are you then?"

"Me?" she said with a glint in her eye. With a flick of her wrist, an apple appeared in her hand. She blinked, and it caught fire, making Scott step back. She placed her other hand over it, squashing the flames. When she opened her hands again, a glowing butterfly lazily floated away into the moonlight.

"A witch?" he said, his breath caught in his throat. They had never encountered witches before.

"Witch? No, no. I practice sorcery. Similar, yes, but not the same." she said as if she were a teacher scolding a student. "And I think, little wolf, I can help you with your problem."

"How?" Scott was immediately on guard again.

"A simple exchange." Selena said, standing from the rock and brushing her skirt off. "You show me where the Nemeton is, and I will give you the opportunity to change your past."

"That sounds too good to be true." he stated, eyeing her.

"You underestimate the power the Nemeton holds then." she replied. Scott hesitated. He knew what Stiles would say - this was a bad idea, there was no way they could trust this woman. Changing the past could only end badly.

Then again, Stiles had also apparently murdered someone in cold blood.

"I'll do it." Scott said as his emotions from earlier boiled over again. Selena clapped her hands in glee.

"Wonderful! Natalia, the map please." she said, turning behind her. A girl, probably close to Scott's age, slipped out of the shadows. Her wide eyes were taking every detail in, her hands digging into her jacket to pull out an old, heavily used map.

"Can you show us?" the girl, Natalia, asked. She seemed nervous; Scott could hear her heart tripping every few beats.

"I think so." Scott replied, pulling the map to him. He laid it out on a rock, looking at it closely. He pictured the map on Christ Argent's desk, as well as the land marks from the time in the water. In his mind's eye he saw the waves of the telluric currents covering the paper, passing through the forest. He saw the point where two converged, right in the middle of the preserve. "There." he said, pointing to it. Selena looked to Natalia, who nodded and took the map from him. In a flicker, she disappeared. Scott barely had time to register it before she returned.

"It's there." she said softly. Still looking at Scott with nervousness in her eyes. He turned back to Selena.

"So how does this work?" he said, feeling impatient. He needed to follow through with this now, before he had too much time to think and back out. Natalia looked at him, eyes wider than ever as she barely shook her head.

"Well it's quite simple. I'll send you back to the time of your choosing. You will have one hour to complete your task before you are pulled back to this present time." she explained.

"Will I lose that time here?"

"No, it will be as if you were only gone for a moment." she replied. She was smiling at him, but something wasn't quite right. Scott chalked this up to nervousness, ignoring it. "I must warn you, attempting to change the past is a very messy business. Things that are done, may not be able to be undone. And what you think may help may actually be quite harmful."

"I want to do this." he said adamantly, though Natalia was pretty visibly shaking her head behind Selena. Selena, on the other hand, was smiling.

"Very well. Where shall I send you?" she asked him, smile wide and head tilted to the side.

"January 3, 2011. Ten o'clock at night." he said firmly. Stiles would be at his house at twenty past, giving him the perfect amount of time.

"So it shall be." she said, and began waving her arms. Natalia had stopped trying to warn him, and instead just looked on sadly. Scott's heart stopped for a moment, and he had a sudden flood of regret.

"Wait-" he started to say.

"Good luck!" Selena interrupted. Blue smoke surrounded him. His body felt as if it were floating through mountain air - thin and cold. Just as he thought he was going to lose his breath, his feet hit the ground. He fell to his knees, unable to keep his balance. He quickly scrambled to a stand, taking in his surroundings. He was still in Beacon Hills - in the preserve. He checked his watch; if he could make it to the east edge in the next twelve minutes, he could intercept Stiles on the way to his house. Stiles would never get there, so they would never go looking for the body, and Scott would never run through the woods and cross paths with Peter.

Scott took off at a sprint, running through the brush. Instead of the emotional turmoil fueling him from earlier, he instead was running on anxiety and adrenaline. In the back of his mind, he couldn't believe he was doing this. But at the forefront, all he could think of was getting to the road and stopping Stiles.

Ten minutes later, he reached the edge of the preserve. The coast was clear, the road empty and dark. He quickly looked around, trying to find something that would stop Stiles' Jeep. He heard the buzz of a familiar engine in the distance; he had to move fast. There were some trees with low hanging branches, but none of them thick enough to stop the Jeep. In a frenzy, Scott unleashed his claws and began cutting at the bottom of one of the thinner trees. It was smaller than most, but still formidable. He claws sliced through the wood, eating away at it until it started to wobble. Headlights appeared in the distance; he needed to work faster. He dug through the wood as fast as he could, even though his muscles screamed in protest and he could feel the splinters digging into his fingertips. The Jeep was well within view now. With a final push, the tree leaned into the road, falling across it. He watched from the shadows as Stiles slammed on the brakes, turning the wheel. The old tires, low on tread, skidded across the slick road. The Jeep slid to a stop in the green of the tree, luckily not slamming into it. Branches stuck into the cab and the engine, making it difficult for it to turn over. He saw a frustrated flail from his best friend as the wet leaves stuck to his face. With a smile, Scott turned away. Part one of his plan was complete.

He took off at a sprint again, this time towards the town. He had prevented Stiles from getting to him, yes, but that didn't mean that Stiles would give up. No, to prevent all this from happening, Scott couldn't let Stiles contact him at all. He had spent a little too much time stopping Stiles; if he didn't hurry, he'd miss his window.

All the lights were off in the house, except for the one in his room. He checked the time, and knew he would be almost finished with his shower just now. Calling on his werewolf strength, he leapt up onto the second story, sneaking over to the window. A slip of the claw, and it was unlocked. He was just about to push it up when the bathroom door opened. He hit the deck, thankful that his past self was too busy toweling off his hair to see a guy that looked eerily like him dropping out of his window. Past Scott sat on the bed in his towel, taking his phone off the nightstand. Scott could see the screen, and saw that luckily Stiles had yet to call. Past Scott tossed the phone onto his pillow - even closer to the window. Scott knew he only had a few more minutes before Stiles rang. A few minutes before his whole plan had the potential to fall apart.

With a stroke of luck, Past Scott got up, heading back into the bathroom. Scott opened the window just enough to slip his hand through, grabbing the phone and pulling it back out. Without thinking, he turned and jumped off the roof. He had seen a glimpse of his past self exiting the bathroom as he turned, and wondered if Past Scott had seen him too. He didn't stop to look back, instead rocketing through the garden and into the protection of the next door neighbor's hedges. There he waited, letting the phone ring over and over as Stiles finally called. He checked his watch; the sorceress would be calling him back any minute now. He snuck out of the hedges, checking to make sure no one was watching. The street was completely empty. With a smile, he turned the phone on silent, looking for a spot to put it. As the screen lit up again, he had a thought.

"Sorry, buddy." Scott whispered, not pausing to think about how weird it was to apologize to your past self. Without hesitation, he dropped the phone into the watering can on the front porch, a satisfying splash as the phone hit the water, sealing his fate. Not a moment too soon, the blue smoke surrounded him again, but this time the trip felt warmer. He was ready for the jolt when he landed back on earth, and was able to keep himself upright. Selena was standing in front of him, but Natalia was gone.

"How was it?" she asked.

"Successful." Scott replied. She gave him a smile that suddenly made him very, very worried.

"Very good. Thank you for your help." she said, waving.

"Wait, but-" Scott reached out to grab her hand, but she was gone. Disappeared like Natalia had earlier. He turned towards Beacon Hills. "Well, at least she was nice enough to bring me back close to town." he muttered, walking away from the woods.

The closer he got to town, the more he realized that something was different. Off. Wrong? He looked at the street names, and realized he was very close to Stiles' house. He broke into a jog, noticing how silent and empty the streets were. They even seemed darker than usual. He turned into the Stilinski's neighborhood, his speed picking up the closer he got to the house. There wasn't any sign of life on the roads. No one was walking, driving, or even in their yards. All the houses looked abandoned. He made his way up the driveway, hoping Stiles was home. He noticed the Stilinski house was the only one on the street with the lights on. He could hear footsteps inside - Stiles' footsteps. He tried to turn the nob, but the front door was locked. Since when did they lock the front door? Trying to quell his panic, Scott knocked. The steps stopped, then moved quickly to the door. It was pulled open by Stiles, who was in a defensive stance. Scott's face lit up at the sight of his best friend. Despite the troubles they were having, he was happy to see him. Happy to be in this new life, where they didn't have to worry about supernatural creatures destroying them. He opened his mouth to greet him, smile on his face. Stiles, on the other hand, had his face contorted in anger. His eyes glowed gold, and with strength that he didn't usually have, he slammed Scott up against a banister on the porch, clawed fingers at his throat.

"Who are you?" Stiles growled, fangs showing through his lips.

"What? Stiles, it's me, Scott!" Scott choked out. He was so surprised by the response that he didn't think to retaliate.

"You're lying!" Stiles yelled, slamming his head against the bannister again.

"Why would I lie about that?" Scott yelped.

"Because Scott is dead!"

Woo! Doozy of a first chapter! I know it's a little short, but future chapters will be longer. Hope you liked it! Leave a review and let me know what you think! Also, if you're bored on tumblr, you can hit me up under the username whindsor.

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