#paraallison

[doctor-derekshepherd]

Finally || Derek, Meredith, and Allison

They'd arrived at the hospital quickly, and somehow, Thatcher was waiting for them. "I was in the area," He explains, as Derek drops Zola off with him one their way to get Meredith into the room. The contractions had kicked in while they were in the car, and while they were still at least ten minutes apart, Derek knew they were painful. Kissing Zola he promises he'll be out soon, once they're settled, and pushes the wheelchair forward, to the room that the nurse brings them to. "If you can help her change and get into bed, Dr. Riley said she'd be here soon," She says, and Derek nods. Alone in the room, Derek takes Meredith's hands, "I'm here," He murmurs, waiting until the contraction passes.

[christopher-jericho-blog]

Resembling Cutlery on the Sofa || Jerane

In the past few weeks, Chris had discovered that the world was full of many firsts. He had experienced several all in a row. He was about to experience one right now. He'd never invited anyone over to his place before. However, here he was - in a pair of dark wash jeans, his chest bare - waiting for Allison to make her way to his place. He'd spent the last twenty minutes in his closet, trying to find something to wear. Everything he tried on didn't hang on him right though. Maybe physically they did, but he didn't like the way he looked or felt in his own skin. "Why are you so nervous?" a shirtless Chris asked himself as he looked in the mirror. "She's just a girl and you're just a guy and she's coming over to hang out." Even as he stared at himself, he knew he was so full of shit. There was something about Allison that made him so nervous that he couldn't even choose something as simple as a shirt to wear. 

Christopher's left hand moved to his right shoulder. There was a scar from where the bullet had entered his shoulder. He knew that if he looked over his shoulder, he could see an exit scar as well. He hadn't felt it hurt in a few days, but he had spent more time in the station than he usually did. Turning away from the mirror hanging from his closet door, he rolled his eyes and groaned loudly to himself. He was going to have to hurry up and decide on a shirt or he was going to end up topless. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and he groaned again. Not because she was here - unless it was his neighbour complaining that they were locked out again - but because he still hadn't chosen anything to wear. He looked down at his bare torso, his jeans hanging on his hips. The look wasn't terrible, but he'd find something after he let her in.

Walking to the front door, he wiped his hands nervously on his pants and chewed on his bottom lip. His place wasn't huge, but it wasn't small by any means. After taking the short journey to the front door - which he considered turning around several times to put on anything he could - Chris stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath. "She's just a girl." But a light pulse in his right shoulder secured the fact the he was lying to himself. Wrapping his long fingers around the doorknob, he gave it a light twist and opened it up. 

"Well, if it isn't my little bird. Found the place alright. I hope?" During their last - and only other - encounter, Chris had given Allison his address and invited her over for dinner and a movie - Officer Jericho style. This entailed homemade stuffed chicken breasts, cheesy pasta, and whatever movie was on television. "Well, come in. Dinner's almost done." He reached for her hand, but didn't take it. Everything was so new to him that he didn't want to overstep his boundaries. 

[askbiggrey-x]

You Are Not Alone || Allison and Meredith.

The past few days had been very long and extremely painful somehow for Meredith, but as always, she had managed to hide it and keep it to herself better than anybody could have possibly ever had. She had focused on the work she had to get done, and on everything she could possibly occupy her mind with only not to feel the pain that her heart was actually putting her through. Being away from Derek like that, knowing they were not okay, it was killing her. She had, not so long ago, believed they were finally okay, and there was a crisis that knocked at the door and ruined it all. Was it always going to be that way? 

When she called her cousin who agreed on letting her coming over for the night, she was more than relieved. She couldn't be home alone, or even with Izzie, George and Alex, for another night without having Derek near. She needed to get out of the house. Walking up to Allison's front door, she grabs the bag from the passenger seat containing two bottles of good red wine she bought on her way to her cousin's place. She figured it would be polite and mostly nice of her to do after what she had done for her. Knocking, she waits by, looking down at the floor, taking in deep breaths. Everything's going to be okay, she keeps on mentally telling herself. 

[iammarcoross]

Make Me Forget || Allison & Marco

Marco was brooding around town after leaving Derek's place. The talk was still fresh in his mind and he didn't know how to handle the news. Wandering without a place in mind, he somehow ended up in front of Allison's place. The dark haired boy stared at the house wondering if he should stop by, after all, Allison did say that she wanted to talk - not that Marco wanted to. Hopefully she had forgotten about it by now, so he walked up to her door, and rang the doorbell.

[iammarcoross]

Lesson By The Lake || Allison & Marco

So while everyone was out of town doing God knows what, Marco had been stuck in Rosewood, bored out of his mind. He didn't even know where his own sister went and they were living under the same roof. However, all in one day, everyone seemed to have returned and Marco was hanging out with a few of his friends before everyone started being restless about something. In some peculiar way, he was bugged how much he felt like he was missing out on something. Nobody was ever telling him anything. 

Anyways, thank God Allison was finally teaching him about archery. His buddy, Ria, was supposed to teach him but she never got around to it. Not only that but, he's pretty sure that Ria never even showed him her skills like she promised. Marco couldn't help but wonder how good Allison's archery was, since she seemed pretty confident. 

Walking down to the lake, he sat down by one of the trees as he waited for his friend.