||Allison Argent||
||Nineteen||
||With Neal Caffrey || Registered at Crossover Psychiatric Hospital by force.
I guess I take loss harder than most. I'll get out eventually.
Right?
What: After Jax breaks Neal's nose again, Allison goes over to inspect the damage and regains all of her memories.
Notes: Was never finished but is being posted for record purposes.
Allison bit her nails in anxitey. She had seen that Jax had apparently given Neal a broken nose today and for some unknown reason, it angered her, it worried her and she wanted nothing more than to take care of him. She hadn't told anyone yet but as the days passed, she got more and more flashes of memories. Little bits and pieces of memories she didn't know existed. Some of them were about Neal, others of things that had happened her throughout her time here at the hospital but every memory only served to further confuse her. She was tired of not knowing and maybe this whole Jax thing was the excuse she needed to go over his room and try and get more answers. She would deal with her urge to help him while also trying for answers. With that in mind, Allison left the room and crossed the hallway. Opening his door, Allison spotted him by the door and walked in, unaware of what just had transpired for him. "hey...lemme see your nose." Allison spoke up, approaching him. When she reached him, Allison lightly traced around the broken nose, assessing the damage done. "I can't believe he did this to you."
Neal whipped his head around when he heard the door open, seeing Allison enter. Sighing, he sat down on the bed, giving her a better look at the damage done. "It's really not terrible," he explained, knowing she didn't know what they'd been through. "What he did to you was terrible," he whispered, casting his eyes down and shaking his head. She didn't remember how she had suffered, how he had saved her. A thought flickered through his mind. Not everything they shared was a memory. He stood from his spot on the bed, looking down at her. "If at all possible, it would be great if you could stay calm while I do this," he prefaced, his hand going to her waist, fingers clasping around the fabric of her hospital-issued shirt. He began his explanation. "...Jax has been a dagger in our side since our start, Allison. He gave me this busted nose, but he's done worse. When I was in solitary after we escaped - and yes, we did escape, and we werehappy - he sedated me, starved me, and finally beat me until I was choking on my own blood. He broke one of my ribs, farther injuring two that I had broken when we escaped. But everything that he's done to me...it doesn't compare to what he's done to you." His fingers were still clasped around the hem of the shirt, but they stayed stagnant. "He's threatened you, hit you, and violated you. When he didn't get his way with you, he became violent, the most violent of which being the most recent." At that, he began lifting the shirt up, revealing the healing stab wound on her abdomen. His words were hushed as he looked down at it, blinking back up with tears in his eyes. "...he stabbed you. He stabbed you and ran. I...I carried you," he said, voice cracking, tears welling up. "I laid you down on a couch and watched while I couldn't do anything, anything except find him and make him pay. I wasn't there when you died. I wasn't there when you were revived. I wasn't there, but I shouldn't have left your side, no matter how many times the doctor told me to leave. I should have stayed with you...I should have held your hand and I'm sorry."
Allison watched him sit down and followed him to the bed, standing in front of him as he spoke. Her was held confusion as he spoke but she froze when he stood up, hands around her waist, fingers gripping her at her shirt. She listened to him speaking, saw the raw emotion in his eyes. The story sounded so familiar and she felt her eyes watering as he continued. It felt like she was relieving something but it wasn't enough. She couldn't remember and when he lifted her shirt, she almost freaked out but stayed calm. At the end of his words, Allison shook her head and pulled away from him. "No...I know part of that is true but Neal...I can't keep pretending that I remember something of us. I don't have memories. I don't....it's impossible to forget that much of life." Allison insisted, taking a step back but fighting an internal battle to stay near him. To remember all of this and the more she thought of his words, the more she thought about her injuries, the more she believes everything, the more it trigger her memories, but she didn't want to admit it because she was scared of what it meant.
Neal took a step towards her when she backed away, the rawness he felt drawing him closer to her, needing her near. "You know that's not true. You remember. You have to," he breathed, voice low as he took one final step closer to her. His hand went up, fingers grazing up her neck, along her chin. "You can't forget me." In one last effort to regain what they had, he leaned in, his lips barely touching hers for a moment. He lingered there, his forehead pressed against hers, her sweet breath tingling his lips before he made the last move, his lips pressing tenderly against hers, his hand on her chin moving to the nape of her neck.
Allison shook her head as he spoke, trying to deny everything because it just didn't make sense at all. She froze when his hand reached out for her, fingers grazing against her skin and sending tingles at the familiar touch. She didn't even have a chance to reply before she felt his lips grazing against hers, softly, lightly. Anticipating rocked through her, her eyes lock on him, lips slightly parted as she tried to regain her breathing, trying to make sense of this. It was when he fully kissed her that she froze. It was that one touch, that one simple connection that rocked her. Everything seemed to come in rush. Every second they spent together. Every kiss, every 'I love you', every ounce of heartache. Her heart ached, hurt with how much she had missed him, how much she had missed of him. Everything came back and it was overwhelming. She couldn't believe she forgot him, couldn't believe Carter did that to them. Her breathing hitched as she froze for a second, before her hands came up and tangled in his hair, kissing back with every ounce of passion she held in her body. Finally she pulled away and buried her face in his neck, pressing against him as her hands wandered, caressing him. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I forgot. I'm sorry." Allison cried, hugging him, kissing his neck. "I'm so sorry, Neal. I'm back, It's me. It's me.." Allison pulled her face back, cupping his cheeks as she met his eyes, tears in her eyes. Her thumbs traced over his skin. "I love you, God, I love you." Allison told him, pulling him for another kiss.
Neal felt his breath hitch as he felt the familiar sensation of the way her lithe fingers threaded themselves through his locks of hair. His hands wandered down to her waist, gripping and pulling her in tighter, feeling the curves of her body as they fit perfectly with his. Still, he waited with bated breath as she pulled away from him, her head buried into him, his arms tight around her, holding her so that she wouldn't slip through his grasp again. It wasn't until she assured him - literally voiced her return - that he felt his body go lax in relief. He hadn't realized how much he'd been fighting the battle to get her back to him, but in that moment he felt every plea, every heartache, and every failed attempt to make her fall in love with him all over again weighing down heavily on his shoulders. And now it was over. "Allison," was all he managed to say after her professions of love before he was swept up in another kiss, this time by her own volition. Tears rolled steadily down his cheeks as he brought his hands up, cupping underneath her chin, deepening the kiss. "I love you," he whispered between kisses. "I love you, I love you."
Allison was so overwhelmed. There a million emotions cascading on her. The biggest was relief, relief to have him him, to have her final puzzle piece with him. She remembered everything that happened during her amnesia, remembered every awful thing she ever said to him and it killed a part of her. Her own tears rolled down her cheeks as he kissed her, his profession of love echoing in her ears as a reminder that it was over. She had him back, her life back. She wouldn't let him go, not again. Her thumbs wipe at his tears, a sob shaking her frame. "I'm so sorry for everything I said. I didn't mean it, I didn't mean anything. I love you so much, Neal." Allison confessed, kissing his lips, cheeks, nose, jaw. "I'm here, I'm not leaving you again." Allison whispered, fists curling into the front of his shirt as she captured his lips again, deepening their kiss as she relished in feeling his touch again, something she hadn't realized she had missed so much.
Neal pulled away from her, burying his head in her hair, holding her close as he rocked slightly with her, smoothing down her hair and planting kisses in it, tears still streaming down his face. "I know, I know. I just...you're back." His legs felt weak under him, and as he pressed himself flush against her again, his lips locked with hers in a kiss that held all the moments they had been cheated out of for the past weeks; all the longing glances, the grins, the stolen kisses, the fervent I love you's. The touch of their lips, that one passionate embrace, was enough to bring her back to him and it was enough to fill an entire absence with light again. Legs weak, he maneuvered himself so that he could collapse onto the bed, pulling Allison down with him. The kiss was broken for only a moment as he collected his bearings before he grabbed her chin again, his lips capturing hers in a tender, passionate kiss, his body yearning for more.
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Allison pressed herself against him as much as she could but even with the lack of room between their bodies, it wasn't enough.None of this was; not after practically losing him for so long. She could see everything in her head; Allison could see the desperate looks he had thrown at her, the looks filled with so much hurt and and desperation she had been oblivious to all because of Carter. But it was over now. Their love proved to be strong and he had brought her back, dug up those hidden memories with a kiss. Her lips caressed his, kissing him with every emotion bottled in her. She followed him, arms tight around him even as she fell forward onto the bed with him. She broke the kiss, settling on top of him as she straddled his waist before he pulled her back to him. Allison's hands roamed, exploring, re-memorizing the body of the man she loved. Her body ached to be near him, to be close to him, to have that special connection to him once more. Lips left his as Allison nuzzled into his neck, peppering kiss along the curve as her hands traveled down his chest, snaking under his shirt and tenderly tracing his skin, fingers pressed tightly against his flesh.
Neal watched as Allison ran her lithe fingers through her hair, a gesture that he knew was his doing. He blinked, leaning down so that his elbows were on the table, his palms resting on his forehead, fingers tangled in his own hair. She was going through the same thing he was, though likely worse. She was eighteen, he was thirty-six. She was at the prime of her life, carrying the baby of a man whom she admittedly loved but who was still taking medication prescribed by asylum doctors. And yet, here she was, standing in front of him, watching as he reacted in the worst possible way to news that would have come up at one point or another anyway.
"So, that’s why you…left?" His voice was soft, broken as he looked up at her. She looked so small in that moment, hurt by what he had said, how he had acted. Giving a short breath, he reached across the table and grabbed her hand, his fingers going over hers to give it a soft squeeze. "I’m…I’m happy, Allison. Really. I can’t…I can’t imagine having a baby with anyone else.
In an instant, before he even knew what he was doing, he leaned across the table and captured her face with his palms, kissing her like the first warm day after months of snow. He whispered “I love you” against her lips, kissing her a few more times before he leaned back, grinning.
An idea played in his mind, like a video tape, over and over. Before he could stop himself, he started the illustration. “Mozzie and I did a heist a few years back,” he began, starting to walk away from her, towards the bedroom. He spoke louder so that she could hear him even as he exited the room completely to dig through his closet. “It was all jewelry and other trinkets they found on the Titanic. Anyway, the heist was a bust - nothing of real value. However,” he explained, pausing as he pushed a shoebox aside to reveal the much smaller box he was looking for. “There was one piece that I couldn’t resist.”
He made his way back into the kitchen, laying the box on the table and tapping it with his index finger. “Now, when I stole this piece, I knew I was going to give it to a girl who appreciated it, a girl who I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I wasn’t thinking, however, that I was going to give it to a girl who I met while I was incarcerated, a girl whose father would probably kill me if I didn’t, a girl who was going to be the mother of my child.” He smiled at her, his brilliant smile that was reserved for the times when he was unfathomably happy. “Open it.”
He stood as he watched her open the box, revealing a teardrop diamond with two circular ones on either side, a silver band holding them together. Sinking down to one knee, he looked up at her. “Allison, I would like nothing more than to see you in white, wearing that stolen ring, marrying the con-man who gave it to you.”
Allison watched him carefully, still trying her hardest to get some sort of feeling from him regarding the news. It scared her, it honestly did. She was only eighteen and she was pregnant, starting a life with a man whom she loved but had never actually spent a day of real life with outside of the asylum but she also knew, she wouldn't have the baby with anyone else.
"Why I was kicked out." Allison clarified, voice still small as she raised eyes to look at him for a second. When he spoke, Allison kept steady eye contact, wanting to make sure everything he said was nothing but the truth. The moment her dark browns met his clear blues, she knew he wasn't lying to her. He was happy, he wanted to have this family with her and when he kissed her, it only confirmed it for her. It was a kiss that stole her breath away, a kiss that would have made her knees buckle if she had been standing, a kiss that left a bright smile on her lips as he pulled away from her. "And I love you." Allison whispered back. They were having a baby, a family and Allison couldn't have been happier.
Allison's brows furrowed when he suddenly got up, explaining the story of heist. She didn't follow him, getting the clear impression that he wanted her to stay seated. So she waited, the tips of her fingers tracing over the wine glasses as she listened to him. When he came back, Allison's eyes immediately zoned in to the small velvet box he placed on the table in front her. Her heart rate sped up slightly in surprise, shocked eyes rising to meet his as he spoke to her. There was no way he was doing this now.
With shaky hands, Allison opened it at his instructions. A lump formed in her throat as the ring stared back at her. A beautiful piece of jewelry, a stolen artifact in her hands. A chocked laugh came from her as she saw him kneel down in front of her sitting form, tears welling in her eyes. She looked up at him, his proposal ringing in her ears. It was then that the tears of joy fell from her eyes, streaming down her cheeks. "I'd love nothing more than to marry the con-man who stole my heart." Allison choked out, a blinding smile painted on her cheeks.as her palms cupped his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. It was a kiss that spoke every ounce of love she had for him, every ounce of happiness and heartache they had suffered together. A kiss that sealed her promise that she would never do him wrong and that she was his forever. "I love you so much."
She never thought she would meet the one she was made for in an asylum, she never thought she would marry a con-ma, but she couldn't picture a better man to have by her side,a better man to start a family with.
Neal swirled the drink in his glass before taking a sip, looking over the rim at her when she protested. Chuckling, he sat the glass down. “I know you’re not 21, but I won’t tell your dad. Promise,” he teased, taking another sip of the burgundy liquid in the glass.
The glass was pressed to his lips again, the top of the rip at the bridge of his nose, when he heard the news. He sputtered for a moment, coughing in surprise. “You’re…you’re…? Oh…” He breathed out, sitting the glass down on the table and pacing back toward the kitchen, then back toward her. Then back to the kitchen. Back to her. Process repeat.
The only thing he could think of was his own father, how lousy he’d been. A crook. A criminal. He was a cop, sure, but deep down he was still a law-breaker. It reminded him of himself. What kind of father would he be? Would he end up pawning the kid off on Allison if things went south? Walking back toward the table, he picked up his glass and drained the content, hastily picking up Allison’s after and downing it as well. Coughing and running his hand through his hair, his eyes rose to meet hers again, biting the inside of his lip. “Okay…okay, so…you’re pregnant,” he said slowly, approaching her, grabbing her hand again. “We’re having a baby.”
Allison watched him carefully, giving him the time she had not been given to fully take in the information. She wasn't sure what to take from his reaction. She knew it was a lot to take, she still had trouble believing it herself, but now, she was suddenly unsure about all of this. They had more or less already planned a life together but she didn't want him to feel tied down to her just because she was pregnant.
"Oh..." Allison muttered out, watching as he gulped down not only his glass but her own too. Her eyes stayed on him as he approached her,speaking the words almost as to make himself believe it. Allison squeezed his hand and stood up. "I know this is unexpected." Allison told him, she let go of his hand and ran her fingers through her own neatly curled hair. "I'm sorry." Allison apologized, not quite sure why she was apologizing. Maybe it was simply because she had thrown him, them, this curve ball they hadn't planned for.
Allison crossed her arms over her chest and sighed, thinking back to what had happened the last few days. "Carter thinks I'm about three months along. June already made an appointment for me and the baby to be checked." She informed him, voice still small. She wasn't sure what to expect from him. For once, Allison found him hard to read but that might just because she was afraid of what she might find if she tried to read him. She didn't know if he was happy or even okay with this development.
Neal swayed slightly at the sight of her, the fading sunlight shining in her hair. As she confirmed that it was indeed her, he let out a breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. This wasn’t a figment. This wasn’t his imagination. This wasn’t brought on by an excess or lack of medication. This was Allison standing underneath the sunset, looking at him with tears in her eyes. This was real.
It took him off guard slightly when she leaped into his arms, but he still held her close to him. He swayed with her for a moment, savoring the feeling of her body next to his, something he’d been afraid he’d never have again. “I thought I’d lost you,” he admitted, his lips pressed to her collarbone, eyes closed. “God, I thought you were gone.”
After a moment, he lowered her down to the ground, grabbing her hand quickly. He wouldn’t let go again, not for the world. “I can’t believe you’re here…in New York…at my apartment…under the sunset.” A smile curved on his lips as he leaned in to embrace her again, pulling back only to kiss her. Slow. Sweet. Perfect. “I’ve always wanted to kiss you under the sunset,” he whispered against her lips, brushing a strand of her hair back behind her ear. He perked up then, an idea forming in his mind. “We need to celebrate,” he declared, squeezing her hand with a grin. “Come on.” With a sudden rush, he lead her back into the apartment, sitting her down at the table and heading towards the kitchen and pulling out a bottle from the wine rack, grabbing two glasses and sitting them on the table. Quickly, he uncorked the wine, letting it breathe for a moment. “This is a 1982 Château La Lagune. Great year for the Médoc,” he explained as he poured the wine into each glass.
Allison relished the feel of his arms wrapped around her body, savoring the feeling of having him pressed against her. She had been terrified she wouldn't get to feel this again. Allison sniffled against his neck, lips pressing a tender kiss there as she shook her head. "I would never leave you." Allison breathed, pulling him tighter.
When he lowered her down, Allison laced their fingers together, eyes never leaving him. "I wasn't going to leave you there." Allison reached up and cupped his face, lips meeting his in soft kiss, tender. It was a feeling like no other. When they broke up, Allison let her eyes stay closed, just smiling as he whispered to her. She leaned into him, happiness the only emotion that filled her. She didn't think she'd get this again. When he spoke up, Allison grinned and tighten her grip on his hand. She followed him back into the apartment, a laugh coming from her at the excitement and joy that surrounded them.
However, when she sat down at the table and saw what he brought out, Allison swallowed. She eyed the red alcohol in the wine glass and looked back at up at him with a small smile. "I can't have that." Allison spoke up, watching his expression take on a look of confusion. "You should sit." She waited for him to take a seat and when he did, Allison reached out and grabbed his hand. She kept her eyes on their locked fingers for a moment before taking a deep breath. "Carter kicked me out of COPH. I fainted and she took some blood tests." Allison glanced up at him and locked eyes with him, suddenly unsure how he would take the news. "I'm pregnant, Neal."
Things were crazy after Allison had spoken to Peter. The FBI immediately started to investigate the hospital, bring up all the paperwork that was needed to get Neal out of there and back to work for the FBI. As the craziness started, Allison was led out of the building with Peter. They rode a taxi together to June's. All the while, Peter asked her questions, almost interrogating her in a way a father who was worried over their son would. Allison answered everything he wanted and when she was asked if she really loved him, Allison met his eyes head on and told the agent that she loved Neal like she had never loved anyone before. Peter must have found what he wanted in her eyes because he smiled and nodded.
They finally made it to June's and it was then that she met the lady that had given Neal a true home. After the initial greeting, she sat down with June and Peter, retelling the story she had told Peter back in the office.Again, she cried as all the pain-filled memories held onto her thoughts. Once she had calmed down, Peter had stood up, assuring her he would be back in the morning. He left and June helped her get settled in Neal's apartment.That night she fell asleep alone in his couch, not wanting to sleep on the bed without him.
The days went by in that fashion. She spent most of her time with June downstairs, playing with Bugsy. June had set up an appointment for her and baby to be checked in a week. Her dad shipped over all her clothes to New York for her to have and opened an account for her with a few hundred dollars for her to spend on her needs. A few days after she had arrived, Peter stopped by and told her that they were going to get Neal that day. That was enough to make Allison cry all over again. She hadn't realized exactly how much she missed him or worried about him until she knew he was coming home.
The day Neal was due to come, Allison had hardly slept, to antsy to even lay down really. She spent the better part of the morning with June before heading back upstairs to show. She wasn't sure exactly sure when he would come home but she had spent the rest of the day outside in his roof, watching the New York City skyline. It was when she heard his whistling, movement inside, that Allison's heartbeat stopped for a moment, watching as he moved inside but he hadn't seen her yet. Brown eyes stayed on him as he made his way to the roof and when he opened the door, when Allison saw him actually there in front of her, she gave a broken laugh when he spoke her name, tears filling her eyes as she looked at him. "Yeah it's me." She barely whispered, voice cracking under the emotion. It was hard to just stand there watching him so Allison ran, ran to him and jumped. Legs wrapped tightly around his waist, Allison cupped his face,kissing him with every ounce of love and passion in her body. "He actually did it. You're here, you're here." Allison cried, kissing his cheeks, nose, jaw and finally burying her face in his neck. She inhaled, taking in the scent she had missed so desperately and sobbed. They were back together, back where they belonged.
When: Sunday, October 20th through Friday October 25th
Where: COPH Hospital, Argent Home, FBI Building.
What: When Allison is told she's pregnant, she is kicked out of the hospital without being able to tell Neal. She reaches out to the one person who can help.
It had been a little over three months since she had lost her memories and gained them back. It was then, after reconnecting with Neal, that she had informed him of what had actually happened to her. She told him about the therapy and he had been less than pleased.
But, luckily, the past few months had been calm. Thankfully. They had been able to catch up, make up for the weeks they had been forced apart. Allison still felt awful over everything she had said to him and Neal still had to console her over it. They hardly separated. Afraid that if they were apart for more than a few minutes, things could go horrible wrong again. She slept in his room almost every night. They met up to eat together and spent most of their free time together. They were only apart during their one on one's with Carter or during visits and phone calls. For once, Allison was happy with how things were even if there still wasn't any sign that they would be leaving this dark oppressive place any time soon.
Glancing at the clock once more, she calculated she still had about another ten minutes before Neal was due to come back. The grumbling of her tummy urged her to go to the cafeteria and grab a snack for them so they could eat it in the rec room while they watched the TV there together. She pushed away the thought that she had been eating a little more than usually. Allison licked the pad of her finger and lifted the page of the book she was on, bending the corner to bookmark where she was. She closed the book and placed it aside before standing up.
The moment she straightened, however, the room spun and Allison fumbled slightly. She tried to shake it off, gathering it to just being having stood up way too quickly. But as she took a step, the room spun worse. Her ears started to ring, her stomach churned. She barely caught sight of a concerned nurse making her way towards her. She could see her lips moving but couldn't make out a word that was spoken. Before she knew it, she was going down and it was the last thing she remembered.
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Allison groaned as she tried to open her eyes, only to have them forced shut by the bright light burning down on her. Blinking, she let her eyes adjust as she took in her surroundings. It didn't take her long to figure out she was in her old infirmary room, one she had been assigned to when she had been stabbed.
The brunette sat up, rubbing a sore spot on her head until her eyes landed on the woman sitting in front of her. Her face took on a hostile look as she eyed the woman who had ruined her life time and time again.
"Carter." Allison spoke coldly, watching as the older woman pushed her glasses from her nose to rest up on her head.
"Ms. Argent, you fainted today. We had to run test to pinpoint the reason of this abnormal behavior. We ran some blood tests." Carter paused, flipping through a couple of sheets of paper from Allison's file and sighed heavily.
Allison kept her gaze on her but the expression morphed into a look of concern with every dragging second that went by without Carter saying a word. "So? What did the test say?"
"You're pregnant."
Breath caught in Allison throat, lump forming as she stared wide-eyed at the female Doctor. For a second, Allison was almost positive she was about to faint again and had to grasp the bed tightly to steady herself. "W-what? No...no that's not possible.." Allison tried to deny it even though her mind was already trying to make sense of it all.
"The tests don't lie." Carter sneered, obviously displeased. Not only had Neal and Allison managed to overcome her every plan to separate them, they still managed to be together against all hospital rules and had apparently, even engaged in a sexual relationship. Allison knew damn well she wasn't happy. Having this get out would ruin Carter's career.
But it still didn't make sense to her. She knew Neal and her hadn't used protection, not they had a way to get it anyways but they had only slept together a couple of times, that couldn't be enough to get her pregnant, right? However, as Allison thought back, she began to pick out small things she hadn't caught. The major one being the fact she hadn't had her period for the last couple of months. Between all the time she had spent trying to reconnect with Neal, it had been a little nuisance she hadn't thought much about.
"I'm p-pregnant?" Allison asked again, still trying to get her mind around it.
"You are. About 3 months if the tests are right."
It was then that it sunk in. A happy laugh left her as she looked down. A hand reached up, palm pressed against her abdomen as she processed that in there, in her, there was a baby growing. There was life inside her, life she had made with Neal. A life that was product of their love, of their every win, a life she never thought she'd get to give them, something that had always seemed out of reach.
Allison pushed herself off the bed, reaching behind her to gather her hair into a ponytail, a grin plastered on her face. "I've got to tell Neal."
She had barely taken a step when Carter's hand reached out and grabbed her arm, yanking her back as she stood up.
"No, you wont."
Allison yanked her arm away, looking up at the blonde doctor in the eye with defiance in her brown orbs. "Why not? It's his baby. Our baby. He deserves to know."
Carter smirked and opened the door to the infirmary room. "Because you are no longer a patient, Ms. Argent and you are being escorted out right this minute. "
Allison frowned, watching as the door opened and three orderlies, one of them being Jax, stood there. Cold eyes stared back at Carter. "I'm not going anywhere." Her voice was firm, she was not backing down.
"I'm not giving you a choice. You have been discharged and are now trespassing." The blonde doctor motioned at the orderlies and they stepped forward, grabbing Allison and dragging her out.
"You can't do this!" Allison yelled but Carter simply smiled at her and followed behind the orderlies as they carried her.
Allison kicked and pulled, trying desperately to have them let her go. How many times had she craved to be free and now she was fighting to stay. Allison evaded their grip once only to have them grab her away.
Nurses looked on, patients stared but the one face she wanted to see the most wasn't among them. Carter had probably made sure Neal was elsewhere where he couldn't stop them.
Allison gasped as they threw her outside of the hospital gate, her bag of belongings behind thrown next to her. Allison raced to her feet, running to the gate as the orderlies locked it. Allison gripped the fence, shaking it. "Please! Let me in!" Allison begged, knees weak.
She saw Jax walk up next to Carter at the main entrance of the hospital. He smirked at her. "I'll be sure to tell lover boy how quickly you ran out of here." He yelled at her before disappearing with the rest of the staff back into the building.
Allison sank into the ground, breaths ragged as she watched them close the door on her. Here she was, finally out but she had reason to be back there.
"Damn it!" Allison screamed, punching the ground before running her hands through her head as she curled into ball and rocked back and forth slowly.
She didn't know how long she stayed there but eventually, she sighed. She couldn't stay here. Allison couldn't just think about herself anymore. She had to think about her baby now too. It was her responsibility to protect it.
Standing up, Allison gathered the bag the orderlies had packed for her and walked away from the hospital.
Time passed, hours maybe, until Allison came up the nearest town. It was getting close to dusk and she needed to come up with a place to stay and eat for the night.
She was ready to beg when she caught sight of a pay phone a few meters away. Running to it, Allison grabbed the phone and scrummage her pockets for change. Finding a few coins, Allison dialed a familiar number.
The line rang and rang until a familiar deep male voice rang from the other end.
"Hi dad." Allison breathed, trying to stop the tears from the rolling down her cheeks.
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Allison sighed, head rolling to the side. The landscape rolled on by the window of the airplane. One phone call and her dad had booked a hotel room for a night and a plane ticket for that very next morning.
Now, Allison was on her way back to the one place she didn't think she'd ever come back to.
Beacon Hills.
The plane ride had been long but as the plane landed, Allison wasn't sure she was ready to face her old life, a life she had let go of completely and wanted nothing to do with it anymore.
Getting off of the plane was the easy part, seeing her dad was the hard part. At the end of the gate, he stood there, eyes wide when he finally saw her and Allison dropped her carry-on, running full force into her dad's arms. The minute those arms wrapped around her, the arms that had chased away all her fears in the past, Allison broke down, sobbing into him as she clung to him.
"It's okay, baby. I got you now." Allison heard his soft voice coo into her ear and she believed it for now.
At some point in the car ride back home, Allison fell asleep. Her dad must have carried her inside because she woke up in her old bedroom.
It looked exactly how she had left it and it caused a bang in her chest. Allison pushed herself off her bed, walking around the small space that used to be her safe haven. Pictures still hung to the walls. Pictures that a few months ago she wouldn't have recognized. Not only had she gained her memory back from the time she was in the hospital but she now remembered everything from Beacon Hills.
Her fingers traced over a picture of Lydia, Stiles, Scott, Jackson and her; a soft smile placed on her lips as her eyes moved to the next picture. It was her family. Every one was there, still smiling, still happy, still alive.
Allison took a shuddering breath and looked away, her hand resting on her stomach again. She had a new family now.
With that thought in mind, Alison walked out of her room to the hallway, picking up the house phone that hung there. She quickly dialed the number to the hospital and waited for a nurse to answer.
"Crossover Psychiatric Hospital, this is Nurse Nancy, how can I help you?"
Allison breathed in relief and grasped the phone tighter. "Nancy, It's me, Allison. I need to speak to Neal, please, it's important." Allison rushed out, pleading with the elderly nurse to let her call go through. She knew Carter and Jax well enough to know they had already spoken to Neal.. They had spewed lies that most likely had left Neal heartbroken and confused, worrying. She could almost feel it.
There was a long pause, a deafening silence that made her question whether or not the cal had dropped or not. Just as she was about to speak up again, Nancy sighed from the other line. "I'm sorry, Allison, Neal isn't allowed phone calls at this time."
Then all she heard was the dial tone. Allison stared at the phone, tears burning the rim of her eyes as she placed the phone back on the receiver. Her eyes never let the phone and a moment ater,she was picking it up again.
She called them back.
Again
And again
And again
Nothing.
Allison had to have called a good handful of times before her father found her on the ground with her back pressed against the walls and her knees clutched to her chest, sobs shaking her small frame.
Chris sighed and helped her up, leading her into the kitchen to sit in the dinning room table. He quickly moved to fetch a bottle of water for her and placed it in front of her, sitting across from her.
They stayed silent for a while; Allison avoided all eye contact.
Eventually, Chris sighed and broke the tense silence between father and daughter. He rubbed his eyes and spoke, voice tired and exasperated. "Are you really doing all of this for him?"
Allison blinked, looking at him with disbelief. "I love him, of course I am." The look she sported made the answer seem like the most obvious thing in the world. Why wouldn't she do this for him?
"He's going to ruin your life, Allison. You're only eighteen years old. You have your whole life ahead of you. He's twice your age, he's a criminal, he's unstable. Don't do this to yourself."
Allison glared at her father for the longest of time. The legs of the chair suddenly scrapped violently against the floor as she pushed the chair back to stand up. "I'm pregnant." Allison informed him, watching Chris's fae take on a look of shock. A bitter laugh left her lips. "He's my life, Dad. I love him. He's my whole world. The baby and him are everything to me. I'm not going to let him go."
She didn't speak another word and left her dad there by himself with a shake of her head. The sound of the door to her bedroom slamming shut echoed through the house.
Allison paced the length of her room, fingers combing through her hair rapidly as her mind raced in an attempt to come up with a plan. She knew damn well that hospital wouldn't let her within 10 feet of COPH property. Her father wouldn't help her, not when it came to this. She didn't know what to do but she knew she needed to contact Neal quickly.
Falling back on to the bed, Allison bit at her nails she wasn't going to lose him. Not not. Not when they had a unborn baby. He had fought for her. It was her turn to fight for him.
Suddenly, Allison froze, an idea hitting her.
In the beginning of their relationship, Neal had talked to Peter into convincing her dad to come and visit her in an attempt to smooth things over after he had ran out on her.
If Peter had done that, he could get Neal out of the hospital. After all, he was his handler. If anyone could get Neal out, it would be him. Peter would have to take Neal out of there once he knew the truth of the hospital, of their relationship. He could take Neal out, place him back in the White Collar division, they could live their life in New York without having to worry about being on the run.She could set up a branch of her dad's business in New York. Argent Arms could work along with the FBI for arms and security. After all, her dad, being a private arms and security consultant, had made quite a name for the growing family business and Allison had learned everything she could about the business from an early age. They would be all set.
Smiling, Allison started moving around the room, packing anything she would need. Peter was her last hope.
"We're going to be with daddy soon, baby." Allison whispered, rubbing her abdomen.
Two days later, Allison found herself on a plane to New York.
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Staring at the tall building in the middle of New York, Allison took a deep breath. This was the place that Neal had gone to work in everyday. The place where the man who could help their life was. It hadn't been hard to find it; nothing a simple Google search couldn't find.
Luckily, Chris was a reasonable man. Even if he didn't approve of what Allison was doing, he was still supporting her financially. He had been the one to book her flight to New York and had gotten her a hotel to stay in near the Bureau.
Shaking herself out of her thoughts, Allison entered the building, the heels of her boots clinking against the floor. She managed to get into an a packed elevator and rode it all the way up to the 25th floor. As the elevator went up, she eyed the people around her. They all had seriousness about them and she tried to see if any of the people with her fit the description of Peter, Jones or Diana. When the elevator came to her floor, Allison got out and looked at the scene in front of her. On the glass doors, it read White Collar.
Grabbing the handle, Allison walked into the moving atmosphere. She must have looked lost because a darker-skinned woman approached her. "Can I help you?"
Allison licked her lips and eyed the woman. By Neal's description of his co-workers, this woman fit one role. "Diana?"
The woman looked taken back but nodded. "Do I know you?"
Allison felt a wave of relief. At least she was in the right place. "No, no but I need to speak to Peter Burke."
"I'm sorry but he's busy right now.Can I help you?"
"No, you don't understand, I need to speak to him."
"I'm sor-"
"It's about Neal."
Diana froze, mouth shutting as she stared at Allison. She turned her head to look back and called out. "Jones, get Peter." Allison watched a man got up from one of the desks and headed upstairs to an office where Allison could see a man who definitely had to be Peter Burke.
Diana stood by her and analyzed her carefully, which really didn't surprise Allison. "How do you know Caffrey?" She asked.
Allison smiled and lifted her shoulders slightly. "He's my boyfriend."
"But he's in an.."
"So was I." Allison cut her off but Diana couldn't say anything, Peter and the man she assumed to Jones came towards them.
"I assume you're Allison Argent, right?" Peter's deep voice called out to her, hand out for her to shake.
She took the hand and smiled at him. "You must be Peter."
Peter smiled at her and nodded. "That I am. Let's take this to my office, shall we?" He started to lead the way over to his office and Allison followed him.
Once they were in the privacy of his office, Allison took a seat and waited for him to seat down as well. She was playing with her hands nervously. She knew if she didn't convince Peter that Neal needed out, Neal would be stuck there.
Peter sat down and breathed heavily as he looked at her. "You're the girl he had me go to California." It was more of a statement than a question, so Allison merely nodded her head.
He pursed his lips and sat forwards, threading his fingers together once he had placed his hands on his desk. "What can I do for you?"
"He needs your help."
It took nearly two hours to get through everything. Allison didn't leave a single thing out. She told him everything. She went through her past, telling him why she ended up in COPH to begin with, told him how her and Neal met. Everything they went through was spilled through her lips, everything the hospital had done to them. She didn't plan on crying, but at some point, as her mind really caught onto the reality she lived, the tears had pilled and Allison ended up sobbing. She barely heard Jones and Diana make their way into the office.
"A week ago, I fainted. They did tests on me and I'm...I'm pregnant. I didn't even get to tell him. They dragged me out, threw me outside I don't know what they are going to do to him now. He's not safe. He can't be there and I need him here...his baby needs him here." Allison finished, voice hoarse and scratchy with emotion.
Peter heaved a deep breath, making eye contact with Jones and Diana for a moment and then finally looking back at her. "Where are you staying?"
"In a hotel down the street."
He nodded and looked at Diana. "Get the paperwork started. Neal's leave of absence is over."
Allison felt a smile growing on her features. "You mean..."
Peter smiled and nodded. "We'll get you out of the hotel and get you suited at June's. I'm sure Neal would like you to be there instead." As Peter stood up and walked around his desk, Allison couldn't contain herself. She launched from her chair and hugged him.
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