So you should do that thing where Teen Wolf people are The Losers.
Allison perches on a gravestone, and idly scopes their location. Stiles clicks away on his tablet, though where the fuck he's getting wifi in a cemetery is beyond Scott. Stiles has on a jacket over his stupid Hurricanes shirt - but lacrosse he had whined, when Peter had complained.
Scott looks at Derek. "She wants to meet in a cemetery," he says, trying to reason with him.
"Foreboding," Stiles pipes up, ever loyal to Scott. Derek rolls his eyes.
"Not many people here," Derek says, looking around. Scott sighs. There are plenty of people here, he thinks, just none of them are alive to see them get taken out by this girl.
Peter puts his hand on Derek's shoulder, a show of support, and Scott cringes internally.
"What do you have on this girl," Derek directs towards Stiles, who looks up, his mouth open and wet. Stiles does this thing, where he's stupidly endearing when he isn't paying attention.
"Besides a pant-busting crush?" Stiles says, "Everybody wants a piece of her. International life of crime, no convictions. She's too fast or too smart to be caught. Probably both, given her specs." Stiles sounds enamored of her. Derek looks pissed off.
Oh right, she burned down their hotel.
"So she can help us," Derek says hopefully, "take down Max." Allison scoffs discreetly, and Peter scoffs loudly.
"You're not going down for a girl," Peter says, and his tone is something approaching gentle, "Not after Kate."
"Or Erica," Scott adds in, just to lighten the mood.
"Let's face it Derek," Peter says, slightly creepy. His eyes are hot when he looks at Derek, his hands petting Derek's tense shoulders, "every time you go down, it's because of a girl."
"Allison is a girl," Derek says huffily.
"Allison isn't a girl," Scott says. And before Allison can get huffy about it, "Allison is our sniper. Being a girl has nothing to do with it." Scott looks at her, and smiles. She smiles back. Stiles looks up just in time to awkwardly intercept their dopey smiles, and Scott can see one slide on his face almost unaware. Allison pats Stiles's hair, and Scott smiles fondly at them.
"Well isn't this cute," Lydia says behind them "A powwow." Allison must have seen her coming, and not decided to warn anyone. Allison scratches Stiles's scalp and smirks at the way Stiles blushes.
Derek blushes too, but for different reasons. Lydia's heels are way higher than advisable in a cemetery, but she seems to be taking it in stride. Her skirt is short short, her short legs looking long and sleek between the mini and high heels.
In short, she looks too well put together to be in a cemetery at ass o'clock in the morning. Scott doesn't like it. Peter doesn't seem to like it either, but Derek just asks her to detail their mission.
It falls apart quickly. Stiles forgot his gun, Lydia is the daughter of Martin, the drug and arms dealer they took down, and Scott gets shot.
Peter goes darkside, and Derek kills him. They don't take down Max, but they maybe cripple him. Allison pets Stiles's hair as Scott looks at the gunshot wound on his arm. It's a through and through, so there is only tissue damage.
"It'll heal up," Scott says, and maybe Stiles is delirious when he grabs Scott's wrist and presses his mouth to it, but he smiles, and Allison doesn't pull the knife out of her boot and stab him in the throat, so maybe it's something that has been coming for a while.
"Love you," Stiles slurs, looking up at Allison, but he squeezes Scott's wrist.
Allison pets his hair, and says "You too, dumbass," and a tumbler that Scott didn't know was out of place clicks, and unlocks the way his world should be.
"Yeah," Scott says, pressing his forehead to Stiles's. "Don't ever get shot again."
Stiles laughs, and says "Wasn't really planning on it the first time, there buddy."
