I said it's too late for me
cause I think it's safe to say
this ain't ordinary life

[omega: season 2, episode 1]
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        Tara took a deep breath as she walked along the side of the road, trying not to spiral into a full-on panic attack. She had absolutely no idea what had just happened. She felt like she was going to puke on the side of the road. Maybe she was imagining the whole thing? Maybe the whole thing with Derek Hale, the red flashing eyes, and her eyes... they were gold? How could that be fucking possible? She had brown eyes. Brown. Not gold. Tara shook her head. 'Whatever, whatever,' she thought to herself. 'Whatever, I just need to fucking forget about it because in 24 hours that whole experience won't be relevant. Out of sight, out of mind.'

Tara sighed and stopped walking for two seconds, reaching into her shoulder bag to pull out her small jacket to pull over her shoulder, the woodsy breeze of the forest berating her from every direction. "Fucking hell," she whispered to herself, pulling the jacket tighter around her arms, trying to grasp at any sense of warmth she could find. "When did it get so fucking cold," she continued, shivering as she continued to walk along the side of the road.

Tara heard the sound of rubber against dirt and she turned around. "You've got to be kidding me," she whispered under her breath, immediately recognizing the car that was barreling down the road. She narrowed her eyes as the car drove past her, pulling over to the side of the road about thirty feet ahead of her.

The girl rolled her eyes as Ronan got out of the car and began to walk towards her. "Oh my god, don't start," Tara said quickly as soon as Ronan reached her.

"Tara, you're not walking home, are you fucking crazy?" Ronan asked her, spinning the car keys around his finger.

Tara threw up her hands defensively. "Maybe! Yeah, maybe I am, but I cannot go back into that school right now, Ro, I can't," she said definitively.

Ronan looked at her, a small amount of sadness in his eyes. "Tara, what happened?" he asked seriously.

Tara let out a small sigh, "I don't- I don't know," she said honestly. "There was just this man, Derek Hale, and just red eyes, and gold eyes, and I don't. It was weird-weird. I mean, it was fucking weird," she said in a hushed voice.

Ronan frowned, "Red eyes, gold eyes? Tara, what the hell are you talking about? Are you on something right now?" he asked her.

Tara furrowed her brows, "No, I'm not on fucking drugs. I wish I was, believe me, but I'm not," she stated succinctly. "I know what I saw and I know what I felt, and that shit was not normal," she hissed.

"What shit?" Ronan asked.

Tara huffed, "The glowing red and gold eyes!" she exclaimed. "Have you even been listening to me this entire time?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I've been listening, you're just not making any sense, Tara," Ronan said calmly.

"Well, this whole thing doesn't make sense so I'm trying my best," Tara snapped. The girl sighed again, "Sorry, sorry," she said quickly, shaking her head slowly. "Fuck, I didn't mean to snap at you I just," she took a step closer to Ronan. "I just don't know what's going on with me right now. And I'm- I'm freaking out," she finished honestly.

Ronan looked at her carefully. Tara couldn't really tell what he was thinking right now. "You'd kill me if I drove you back to school, right?" he asked her.

"Yes, I'd kill you," Tara deadpanned.

Ronan paused for a second, "Well I can't take you back to your house because your mom and dad would kill you for skipping," he decided.

Tara exhaled, "True," she said slowly.

Ronan clapped his hands together, "You know what, I'll take you to Uncle Alan's," he decided. "Not like the house, but the office."

Tara blinked, "The vet?" she questioned. "You're gonna take me to the fucking vet?" she continued.

"Well he's not at the house so he's got to be at the office," Ronan said quickly. "And I'm gonna drive you there, okay? You're not fucking walking," he stated, placing a hand on his hip.

"Great, I go from school to the vet's office, lucky me," Tara said sarcastically as she followed Ronan to his car.

"Tara," Ronan started slowly.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," Tara said with a small shake of her head. "Thank you, Ro, I appreciate it," she said graciously, climbing into the side of the suv, silently thanking him for immediately turning the heat on for her.

The boy sighed as he turned the key in the ignition. He turned to Tara before he took the car out of the book. "You're being serious about the glowing eyes?" Ronan asked her. "Like, you're not bullshitting me?"

"Dead serious," Tara stated.

"Okay," Ronan said before putting the car into drive and continuing down the road.

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Tara didn't know what the purpose of the vet visit was but she was just glad she wasn't walking on the side of the road anymore. The car ride was eerily silent, mainly because Tara didn't know what to say. She was extremely grateful for her friend for picking her up, but doing to Deaton's office? She just wasn't sure about that. Deaton's head peered over the small desk in the entrance area as soon as the two teens entered his office.

"Ronan," he said, looking at his nephew. "Tara," he continued, his eyes floating over to the girl. "Shouldn't you two be in school?"

Ronan opened and closed his mouth quickly, "I mean, yeah, but there's been some complications," he said, looking back at Tara.

"Yeah, I'm just not, uh- feeling it today," Tara said with a small shrug. "Hope you understand, Deaton."

Deaton eyed the two once more, "Uh huh," he sounded.

Ronan looked back at Tara. "Hey, Tara, do you want to go in the other room for a second. I just need to take to my uncle for a second."

Tara looked between Deaton and Ronan before nodding slowly. "Uh, yeah, sure, I'll just be in there," she said, pointing to the main examination room. "Cool, yeah," she said once more, strolling into the examination room. She lifted herself up onto the countertop along the side of the wall, folding her hands in her lap. Tara pursed her lips, if only she could hear what they were talking about.

The girl closed her eyes, focusing on the room next to her and the words that they were saying, even though the was no possible way she could hear them. Two whispers floated in through the open space in the wall. "Why aren't you two in school?" Tara heard Deaton whisper.

"Tara's had a rough morning," Ronan said in a hushed voice. "I don't know, she was freaking out and said something about red and gold eyes," he sighed slowly. "I didn't want to bring her to the house, and I couldn't take her to her house so, I just brought her here. I'm sorry."

"Red and gold eyes?" Tara heard Deaton reply. "Are you sure she said that?"

"I mean, you could ask her herself but she is sure that she saw that," Ronan responded. "Listen, I don't know if we should leave her alone. I just-" he paused for a second. "I'm worried about her."

Deaton nodded although Tara couldn't see it. "Okay," he said slowly. "I'm gonna need you to do a few things for me."

Tara heard Ronan mumble something along the lines of, "yeah, alright."

"I'm gonna need you to go back to school and get your sister, and get Scott McCall," Deaton said in a clear voice.

Tara could hear the confusion in Ronan's voice. "Scott McCall?" he asked, a little louder than he should have. Although Tara could still hear him loud and clear, for some reason.

"Yes, Scott McCall," Deaton repeated. "Scott and Kenna."

Ronan sighed, "Okay, yeah, Scott and Kenna. Got it," he said quickly. Tara heard him quietly leave the vets office. The girl sighed as she opened her eyes, still not sure how she could hear that entire conversation but it seemed like the least of her worries. There was a few seconds before Deaton walked into the room where Tara was. She smiled weakly, slowly crossing her arms over her chest.

"I assume you heard all of that," Deaton told the girl.

"How could I?" Tara lied. "I mean, I was sitting in the other room that's basically impossible," she continued, stumbling over her words.

Deaton tilted his head at her, "Not entirely impossible."

"I mean- I guess but," Tara paused for a second. "It just- it doesn't make any sense. How could I," she lowered her voice, even though they were the only two people in the room. "How could I hear all of that?" she asked.

Deaton knelled in front of the girl. "How much do you know about Beacon Hills?" he asked her slowly.

Tara furrowed her brows, "What do you mean?" she asked. "My parents moved here before I was born, it seems like a question you should ask them. I don't really know anything about it," she continued.

"Well, how much have they told you?" Deaton pressed.

"About Beacon Hills? Nothing," Tara said quietly. "They don't really like to tell me a lot, you know that," she said, looking up at Deaton slowly.

Deaton nodded, "I know," he responded. "And I know your mom would kill me if I told you what I know. But-"

"But?" Tara asked, hanging on every word that he was saying.

Deaton sighed once more, "But it's time you know the truth, about yourself, and about this town," he said, gesturing around the small room.

Tara gulped, "What does that mean?" she asked quietly, feeling her heart beat out of her chest. She felt her nails dig into the palms of her hands, a sharp stinging feeling erupting from the point of contact. She took a deep breath in, "What are you talking about," she asked once more, a sinking feeling settling in her stomach as the pain from her nails continued to plague her consciousness. She peeled her eyes away from Deaton and down to her hands as she uncrossed her arms. She expected to see her perfectly painted yellow nails, but what she actually saw shook her to her core.

Her nails had formed into dark, brown pointed claws, digging into her skin so hard that blood was trailing down the side of her hand. "Oh my- oh my god," Tara whispered in a panicked voice, immediately retracting her claws from her palm. She stared down at her hands in shock, watching as the deep marks in her palms immediately stitched themselves together, leaving no trace that they were their in the first place. Tara took a shuttered breath, hearing her heart pounding against her ribecage. She looked back up at Deaton, a single tear falling down her cheek. "What's happening to me?" she asked in a voice so low she could barely hear herself. "Am I dying?"

Deaton shook his head, "No," he said simply. "You're a werewolf."

Tara blinked, feeling more tears well up on her waterline. "Wha-what?" she spluttered. "Werewolf? No- no," she said, staring back down at her nails, which were still claws. "No, this is some sort of sick fucking joke," she continued. "I'm dying," she decided. "I'm dying, and this is my punishment for being a shit person. Fucking hallucinations. Werewolves don't exist," she asserted. "They don't, especially not in Beacon Hills."

Deaton looked at her, a mixture of sadness and pity on his face. "I'm sorry, Tara," he said, keeping his voice as steady as possible. "But it's true. Werewolves have always been here in Beacon Hills. The thing about this town is that it attracts certain supernatural entities, wolves being one of them. Now, you're going to be experiencing a lot of change in the coming days. You already saw your eyes and claws and the healing. But there's a lot more you still need to learn and experience. Your mother should really be the one to explain all of this to you, but everythings been jumpstarted from your interaction with Derek Hale," he explained calmly.

Tara felt her throat clam up, "How do you know about that?" she asked.

"The red eyes can only belong to one person, Tara," Deaton told her. "He's the only Alpha in Beacon Hills right now."

"So I have him to blame?" Tara questioned. "This fucking werewolf thing is his fault?" she spat, feeling her eyes burn with rage.

Deaton shook his head, "This would've happened without his intervention. It was inevitable, we didn't know when it was going to show up."

"Who do you mean when you say we?" Tara asked, shaking her head slightly. "Do you mean my parents?"

Deaton nodded, "Yes. Well, mainly your mother," he stated.

"I don't- I don't understand," Tara said shakily. "What does my mom- what do my parents have to do with any of this?" she asked. "How could they- why would they-," she started, feeling her hands and her subsequent claws start to shake. "I don't get it. How could they keep this from me? How could they not prepare me for this? I don't even know what this is. How?" she asked desperately.

Deaton sighed, "I'm not the right person to tell you," he said, straightening up suddenly.

Tara's face fell more, if that was even possible. "But you know?" she continued.

Deaton frowned slightly. "It's a little more complicated then that," he explained. "I know bits and pieces, but not the full story," he admitted. "But like I said, I'm not the right person to tell you this story. However, I can help you now."

Tara scoffed, "What, like Scott McCall?" she said sarcastically, referencing his earlier conversation with Ronan. "What the fuck does Scott McCall know about this? What does he know about werewolves? He barely knows anything about me," she asserted.

"He knows a lot more about this than you think he does," Deaton said knowingly.

"Great, so I'll have Scott McCall to lean on," Tara said sarcastically. "That's great, that's really fucking awesome."

"I heard my name."

Tara looked past Deaton to see Scott, Stiles, and Kenna standing in the doorway to the main examination room. Kenna smiled sadly at the girl, who was clearly distressed by the whole ordeal. "Oh, Tara," she said slowly as her uncle got out of the way, letting Kenna walk over to her friend while Deaton explained the situation to Scott and Stiles.

"Ken," Tara said, her face instantly flooding with relief as soon as she saw Kenna. "I don't know what's going on right now," she admitted. "But I'm not- I'm not normal," she said quietly, as if she was ashamed of that fact, which she kind of was. She didn't want to be anything other than herself, and now Tara didn't even feel like she could trust her own body. It was like someone else was in control now. Something else.

"I know," Kenna said slowly. "I don't fully understand it either. I mean, I was trying to work out from what Scott and Stiles were talking about in Stiles' Jeep but it didn't get any of it," she said quickly, a little out of breath. "They were talking about Alphas, and werewolves, and hunters, and Derek Hale, whoever the hell that is, and I just kinda sat there confused. But I- oh, I'm so sorry Tara," she finished with a small frown. "I can't imagine what you're going through right now."

"To be honest I don't really know what I'm going through right now," Tara said. "I'm just so, so fucking confused."

Kenna nodded, "Yeah, I bet," she responded.

Deaton looked back at the two girls, "We can continue our conversation later, Tara," he told her. "But I really think you four should talk," he said, looking from the pair of girls to the pair of boys. "I'll be back."

Stiles was the first one to talk, staring directly at Tara. "You know, I never used to get you Peters. But this whole wolf thing, actually makes a lot of sense," he said with a small shrug.

Tara furrowed her brows at Stiles. "I thought you had detention?" she asked pointedly.

"Yeah, well, I skipped it to help you," Stiles retorted. "You're welcome."

"I don't need your help," Tara said definitively.

Scott tilted his head at her. "You kinda do," he said quickly.

Tara pursed her lips. "Maybe I need your help but I sure as hell don't need his," she said, pointing a long, crooked nail at Stiles.

"Okay, okay, put those claws down, wolfie, you don't know how to use those things yet," Stiles said, sticking his hand up defensively.

Tara clicked her tongue, feeling her nails return to their normal length. "Fuck you, Stilinski," she said, mustering as much venom as she could in those three words.

"You know what, fuck you too, Peters," Stiles retorted. "I'm taking time out of my day to help you and this is how you repay me?"

"Like I said, I don't need your help," Tara said, emphasizing every single word in her sentence. "Just go back to fucking detention, Stilinski, you're better suited there. Trust me. I- I didn't even want you here. But you just showed up, and now we all need to deal with the consequences," she finished, crossing her arms over her chest.

Scott winced, "I'm beginning to think that bringing Stiles was a bad idea," he whispered to Kenna.

"You think?" Kenna replied sarcastically. "I don't think I've ever seen them have a civil conversation, ever," she pointed out, tilting her head at the two teens, who were currently glaring daggers at each other.

"Well, shit," Scott said quietly.

Tara blew a piece of hair out of her face, turning to stare at Scott and Kenna. "You guys do realize I can hear you, right?" she asked. "Part of my newfound fucking powers I guess!"

"It's wolf hearing, dipshit," Stiles told her. "Both you and Scott have it," he said quickly. "And Derek, and whoever else he decided to into a werewolf."

Tara blinked, "Hale?" she asked quickly. "Derek Hale?" she repeated, scoffing slightly. "What's he got to do with this?"

Scott opened and closed his mouth quickly, "Well, he's the one that bit you, right?" he asked simply.

"Bit me?" Tara asked, looking from Scott to Stiles. "Are you guys fucking insane? Who am I kidding, you're definitely insane."

Scott frowned, "So he didn't bite you?" he asked.

"Derek Hale?" Tara repeated, shaking her head slowly. "He didn't bite me. I mean, he cornered me in the bathroom like some fucking creep, but bite me? No."

Stiles narrowed his eyes at her, "Okay, well, did Peter bite you, before he, you know, died?"

Kenna laughed, "Okay, now you guys are just making shit up," she decided.

"Yeah, who the hell is Peter?" Tara chimed.

"Peter Hale?" Scott asked, as if that name was supposed to mean anything to Tara. "That ring any bells to you?"

Tara shook her head, dangling her feet off the side of the countertop. "No, should it?" she asked.

"Oh my god," Stiles groaned. "You really don't know anything, do you?" he said shaking his head at Tara as he stood up from his chair. "Okay, let me give you the run down because obviously you need it," he said, rolling his eyes. "Scott, werewolf, bitten by Peter Hale, who is now dead because Derek, his nephew, killed him. You," he continued, pointing at Tara. "Also werewolf, we have no idea why or how, but we'll figure that out later. Which means both of you and whoever else Derek decided to turn into a werewolf, are in danger of going crazy tomorrow because it's the full moon, and also there are hunters out to kill your asses. Not mine and Kenna's but yours," he said, pointing at Tara and Sott. Stiles then looked at Tara and Kenna. "Are you guys following?" he asked quickly.

"No," Tara and Kenna said at the same time.

"Great, great," Stiles said, turning to Scott. "They're unteachable," he hissed.

Tara sighed, "Have you considered that fact that you're not making any sense right now?" she asked. "You're coming in here telling me all of this shit and I'm telling trying to wrap my head around the fact that I'm not a fucking normal teenager anymore. My eyes can fucking glow, I have claws and golden eyes and super hearing and healing, and whatever the hell else comes with being a werewolf. Twelve hours ago, I didn't know any of this shit! I was living my fucking life and now, it's gone, I'm never gonna get that fucking back. Do you know how that feels, either of you?" she asked, raising her voice slightly, eyes switching between Scott and Stiles.

"I do," Scott said with a small nod. He took a step toward her. "Tara, believe me, I've been where you are right now. And it's scary, and it's fucking hard, but I'm gonna help you." He looked back at Stiles. "We're gonna help you, even if you hate our guts," he added. "Which you probably do at this point."

"I don't," Tara said quickly.

"She doesn't," Kenna said at the same time as Tara.

Stiles raised his brows, "That's news to me," he said under his breath, earning a small glare from Kenna. "Sorry," he mumbled.

Tara took a deep breath, staring directly at Scott. "Are you sure you can help me?" she asked slowly, her gaze never leaving his. "Are you 100% sure?" she continued.

Scott nodded quickly, "I promise," he responded.

Tara sighed, "Okay," she said lifting herself off of the counter top. "I'm putting my trust in you. Don't make me regret that, McCall."

Scott looked back at Stiles for a second, "We won't," he asserted. "I won't."

Kenna pursed her lips, "Okay, well what to we do now?" she asked.

Stiles looked at Tara carefully, "We get her ready for the full moon," he said simply.

"Yeah, well, what does that entail?" Kenna asked once more.

"Uhhhh," Scott sounded. "Okay, well, we have a morning Lacrosse practice tomorrow," he said, gesturing between myself and Stiles. "Um, just meet us in the locker room before and we can figure it out then." He shrugged, "Like 6:00am, that sound good to you guys."

"Yeah, no, that's great," Stiles answered for them. "We'll meet you then."

Tara frowned as the two boys turned on their heel. "Hey! I don't wake up that early!" Tara called after Scott and Stiles.

"Well, I don't like the fact that we're helping you right now," Stiles shouted over his shoulder. "We both have to do hard things!"

Scott frowned at his friend before looking back at Tara, "6:00 am, okay?" he said again.

Tara groaned to herself, "Fine, fine. We'll be there," she said begrudgingly.

"Great," Scott said, giving her a small smile. "See you then." He gave Deaton a small wave before exiting the office, Stiles trailing right behind him.

"Wow," Kenna said slowly.

"Yeah," Tara replied. "That was a lot. This is a lot. Can I um-" she trailed off for a second. "Can I stay with you guys tonight. I don't want to go home right now."

Kenna nodded vigorously. "Yes, Tara, of course," she said. "Our door is always open, you know that."

"Thank you, Ken," Tara mumbled, letting her friend pull her into a soft hug. "You're the best."

hey, tell me what you want me to say, you know I'm stupid for you <3

grace talks ig: my little notes at the end of chapters are always like 'i was gonna add more to this chapter but then it would've been too long'. But this time I actually mean it because if I ended up putting everything I wanted to in this chapter it would've been 10,000 words and that's just TOO MUCH. SOOOOOOO I split up the Deaton loreish scenes and then the actual plot of the second episode into two chapters, so the next chapter will actually follow the episode. Sorry, but this chapter was too important to shorten it so I just let it have it's moment to shine. Hopefully y'all still enjoyed it and i will see you very very soon. Alsooooooo vote and comment if you want too. BYEEEEEEE <3