Witness the Breadth of My Insanity

Alright guys, as I promised earlier today on twitter…

HERE IS THE SUPER SECRET PROJECT I’VE BEEN WORKING ON.

Well, only a sample. The full thing will be posted on AO3 (of which I’ll give you the link to) this weekend. I have some very minor revisions left to make, but rest assured, the bulk of the story is done.

I have, in my increasing capacity for insanity, rewritten Teen Wolf. The whole first season. All of it. Every damn last bit of it.

Why?

Because it dawned on me, early in season 3a, that they killed off their best character. If not for Laura Hale, none of the mess Scott, Stiles, and Derek find themselves would have never happened. If not for her murder, they wouldn’t even have a show. And yet, it was her that started piecing together the clues that Kate was the one that killed her family. (Remember? Adrian Harris, when handing the Sheriff the poorly done scribble of this wolf like blob howling at the moon, said that Laura Hale was the one that asked him about it.) She had been investigating the deaths first–it’s the whole reason she came back to Beacon Hills.

And was than subsequently murdered for it before she got any screen time.

Laura Hale: Most Epic Badass to Never Actually Appear on the Show (credit: http://teenwolf.wikia.com)

Anyway, so, what have I done? Well, I’ve rewritten Teen Wolf on the path the show might have taken. The path where Laura didn’t die. The one where she–because let’s face it, she’s an Alpha so how the hell did she lose against a semi-catatonic Peter Hale with some serious bathrobe issues?–survives that night and subsequently doesn’t leave her “I have questionable social skills” brother to face the horrors of the supernatural world alone.

Okay, so ultimately, I wrote about a 40,000 word love letter to Laura Hale, but still.

Here’s a short sample. (Note: Laura, due to her babysitting a young Stiles Stilinski several years prior to these events, still mostly refers to him as his given name, Genim.)

The next day was the full moon and Laura still hadn’t gotten over how Derek had hidden behind her at the vet’s office. She was reasonably sure it had very little to do with the vet or Scott.

“So, Genim. That was a nice surprise,” Laura started when Derek was safely trapped in the Camaro on their way to the woods.

Derek grunted in the seat next to her.

“He got tall,” Laura commented idly, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. She risked a glance at him. He was staring straight ahead, his jawline so sharp she was sure he was grinding his teeth.

Derek said nothing.

“Kinda good looking, too. In a lean, spastic sort of way,” she mused to herself, knowing her brother was hanging onto her every word. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as she doled out more virtues she had noticed. “A bit pale, but people are into that nowadays. Bet those big Bambi eyes of his get a lot of attention.”

Derek made a noise reminiscent of a dying goat.

She swallowed a laugh. He turned to look sharply at her anyway. She put on a fake look of surprise. “Why, Derek!” She gasped. “You don’t like him or anything, do you?”

“I will murder you in your sleep,” he growled.

She allowed herself to laugh. “Promises, promises.”

Yeah, it’s pretty much that all the way throughout.

Anyway, I hope you guys check it out. I’ll be posting the links for it here, as well as on my tumblr. It’ll be going up on Saturday.

I can’t wait to see my baby on the internet in all of her terrifying glory. 😀

-Eris

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Author: Eris O'Reilly

I'm a writer, artist, knitter, crocheter, cat wrangler, zombie hunter, and law enthusiast. Also, I am a complete and utter fangirl. I like silliness.

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