Summary: Scott decides to take Malia out for coffee and a movie to help her deal with her most recent brake up with Stiles, only he doesn’t expect to see his ex at the coffee shop too. Scallison with a viewers’ interpretation of stalia.
***can i just say bless this wonderful human! she is the only writer who has submitted this week, and that makes her a STAR!***
“Some of us view it as over-priced energy.” Scott joked as they approached the door. A quiet bell rang as he opened the door, signaling to the baristas that another customer had come.
The coffee house was like any small-town coffee shop. Not that crowded, or loud, as only a few people were here on a Sunday morning. The room had muted peach walls, and was filled with tables and the sweet but bitter scent of coffee.
They started to order their drinks (the barista was from their school and told Malia her favorite drink after a bad break-up), and each a pastry as the bell rang again. Scott turned his head to see who it was, only to find someone he really did not want to see on his enjoyable day:
Allison.
Things had been tense with them at late, and he really wished they weren’t. They’d tried to get back together after her near-death by oni, and for a while it had been perfect. Then the deadpool had come along, bringing his mistake that took everything to shit: he bit Liam.
It had made things tense like nothing since Gerard. Scott understood why, she’d lost her mom to a bite that an alpha had given without permission, and it had brought up bad blood between Allison and her dealings in supernatural affairs. She hadn’t been mad at him for long, especially when Liam hadn’t seemed that upset at Scott about it, but in the craziness of the deadpool, they’d agreed their relationship needed to be put aside. It was distracting from what needed to be done: take down the benefactor and protect their town, which couldn’t be done while sorting through a tough time in their relationship.
Only it had been two weeks since they’d put Peter in Eichen house, and Allison hadn’t said anything to him about the possibility of getting back together. He didn’t want to push her, and it just made everything between them awkward.
“You know, you might want to make it two of your break-up drink there.” Malia said (it’s progress) to the barista as Allison came up to get in line behind them with…Stiles…
Fantastic.
He saw Allison’s look of resentment at Malia. The two got along fine, but she could be a bit too…blunt for Allison sometimes. Not to mention that Stiles was with her, making things worse for Malia.
It was his fault for wanting a normal morning, as far as high school went, this was normal.
The barista nodded and replaced Scott’s drink for the same one Malia had gotten after Scott had given the ok. They went to the side to wait for their drinks as Allison and Stiles ordered.
“So, how’s math going?” Scott asked Malia, who seemed to be trying not to look at Stiles with varying degrees of success.
“Lydia’s notes are helping, and Kira’s helping me catch up with lower levels of math that apparently should make everything easier to understand.” She said while getting her coffee and muffin, then leading Scott over to a secluded, slightly worn out table.
“How’s lacrosse?” She asked as if she hadn’t been to every game to watch Stiles and her other friends.
He was about to answer as Stiles sat down right next to Scott.
Stiles was his best friend in the entire world, but sometimes Stiles did not think things though.
“Hey guys, what a funny coincidence running into you two here.” Stiles said, smile a bit too forced.
This was not the rebound angle his friend should be taking.
“Well, we’re going to see you tomorrow at school, so maybe Scott and I should get going.” Malia said, obviously not wanting to see her ex at the moment.
Allison raised an eyebrow.
“But you guys just got your coffee, you haven’t even started your muffin.” She pointed out.
“Well, Scott was going to take me to see ‘As Above So Below,’ so we really don’t want to be late.” Malia said, angling it more towards Stiles.
Oh no.
Oh no no no no.
Scott wanted to pull Malia aside and tell her jealousy was not the key to getting back at Stiles ( or maybe it was her way to get back together with him, he really didn’t understand them sometimes), especially not in front of Allison, who he wanted to get back together with.
“You’re taking her to a movie?!” Stiles and Allison asked him at the same time.
“It’s not like that-“ Scott started as Allison cut him off.
“Oh no, it’s fine. Stiles and I were planning on taking a jog through the woods anyway.” She said, half glaring at Malia.
He couldn’t help the jealousy that bubbled up in him, even though he knew she was probably just retaliating to Malia, who was now giving Stiles a full on bitch-face.
“Just as friends!” Stiles piped up, under Malia’s gaze.
“Yea, this is just as friends too! I figured I’d take her to that movie we both wanted to see because of…” Scott trailed off as Stiles shot him a look, not wanting the break-up brought to the table.
“Because of nothing.” Malia finished for him.
“Friends can see movies together.” She continued, obviously not wanting Stiles to see she was messed up over the break up.
“And friends can go jogging together.” Allison replied, both her and Malia sounding as if they saw it as just a possibility.
This was not what Scott had wanted to accomplish from getting coffee this morning.
“No! Ok, stop.” Scott said.
If recent events had taught him anything, it was that time shouldn’t be wasted on drama and such. They’d lost people, good people, who would not want them wasting their sometimes too short lives in a petty spat over dumb revenge crap like this.
“Malia, please do not use me as a way to get back at Stiles. And Stiles, if you want to get back with her, you need to actually talk things through with her.” He told them not letting this mess get any bigger. They both seemed unable to find a response.
“So you aren’t on a date with her?” Allison asked him.
“No.” Him and Malia confirmed.
“Malia, can I talk with you?” Stiles finally asked, looking apologetic. She nodded and they went over to a different, yet very similar table, leaving Scott and Allison sitting alone.
They sat there, Allison picking at Malia’s long forgotten blueberry muffin, in a seemingly endless awkward silence. He was about to get up when Allison spoke up.
“I’m sorry. That was stupid of me, I shouldn’t’ve gotten jealous, I mean, we haven’t even been together for a month.” She said, sounding slightly bitter.
“Hey, its fine, I’ve had my moments too.” Scott said, laughing it off.
She seemed to be thinking through what to say, and Scott gave her time, sipping away at his coffee (which was actually pretty good, having had time to cool down).
“What made you tell them to go sort it out?” Allison settled on, surprising Scott. He shrugged.
“I don’t know. I guess after losing the people we’ve lost, and you almost dying… It just doesn’t seem worth it. I feel like I can’t even look at any of you without thinking, ‘how long until I fail someone else, and we’re putting them 6 feet in the ground.’” Scott confessed, looking over to two of his closest friends in a deep conversation.
“They mean too much to me to see them waste what they’ve got fighting over stupid things, and refusing to actually talk to each other about it.” Scott concluded.
“They’re not going anywhere Scott, none of us are.” Allison reassured him, looking concerned as she came to his side of the table to sit beside him. She grabbed his hands, and looked him in the eyes.
“Listen to me Scott, it’s good to live in the moment, but you can’t live in constant dread of loosing any of us. We have lives to live, in constant fear or dread isn’t the way to live them.” She told him, and she stared at him, looking conflicted. Then, determination shined in her eyes and she pressed her lips sweetly to his. He cupped her face with his hand, feeling like everything in the world was right once again.
She pulled back, looking slightly unsure of what she’d just done.
“You’re right about one thing though, the best way to live is in the moment.” Allison said, brushing back her brown curls.
“So, how about we go somewhere together soon.” Allison suggests.
“Next Saturday.” Scott confirms as Malia comes back over.
“So, you’re not going to cancel this movie thing right? Even though you two are something again, you did say you’d take me. We’ve been excited for this since the trailer.” Malia said, smiling.
“Movie is definitely still on, although how about these two join us?” Scott asks, as Stiles comes over, grinning.
“That sounds great.” Malia and Stiles say at the same time, to which they all laugh.
Scott leaves the coffee place hand in hand with Allison, off to see a movie with the people he’s started death in the face with.
All in all, he’s leaving in a much better situation then he entered with.
Summary: The fire alarm goes off in Allison’s apartment building, stranding her on the sidewalk in the cold. That is, until one guy comes to her rescue.
submitted by: casey1x1
rated: K+
genre: fluff, family
word count: 911
summary: Scallison + A new baby
He forced himself out of bed, throwing the pillow down on top of Allison, who didn’t even move. Scott couldn’t be mad at her. She had carried the baby around for nine months, of course she was tired. The least he could do was wake up every four hours to feed their little girl.
Scott found his way to the bottles they had set up, getting the warmest one, before moving back to the little baby in her cradle. “Hey, Maddy,” He cooed softly, picking her up, the tiny one calming at the sense of her Father. It was like she felt the essence of protection he put off. He offered her the bottle, before starting to bounce her in his arms a little. It was mostly to keep himself awake if nothing else. But the small smile it earned was enough to make him keep doing it.
Maddy had inherited most of her mother. She had gotten her perfectly sparkly brown eyes, wide smile, nose, and pale complexion. But she had gotten Scott’s thick hair, and, from what the new parents could tell, his positivity. The baby never cried unless she was hungry or needed her diaper changed.
“You’re my little girl, Maddy. Daddy’ll take good care of you.” Scott promised as he put her up on his shoulder to burp her. Allison wasn’t sleeping, but listening to Scott handle the baby, and smiling to herself. Maddy wasn’t exactly the plan this early in their marriage, but there was no one she would rather have a baby with than him. The burp Maddy let out was loud enough that Allison couldn’t help but laugh, and sit up, rubbing her eyes. “She got her eating habits from you,” She teased, pointing groggily at Scott.
Scott set the baby safely in her cradle before going to Allison, and pressing his lips to her forehead. “Well, it’s a good thing she’s as pretty as you.” Scott looked over at the clock, reading 5:30 AM. “It’s almost morning. Do you want some eggs? I don’t think I can get to sleep again.” He said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Allison leaned forward, arms wrapping around Scott’s neck, her head nuzzling into his chest. Letting his arms drape across her back, Scott smiled to himself. “Is that a no on the eggs?” He whispered in her ear. Allison laughed, and shook her head. “I’d love some.” She said, getting ready to get out of bed before Scott stopped her. “How about breakfast in bed for the new mommy?” He said, leaning down to kiss her. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” She said, as he left to go cook the eggs. Allison could hear Maddy babbling softly from her cradle, and went to pick her up, bringing her back to bed, wrapped up in her arms. “Hey, sweet girl. I’m your Mommy, remember me?” She asked, earning a pair of bright curious eyes. “Daddy and I are going to teach you so much. We’ve learned so much. And we’re always going to love you, no matter what.” Allison said, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “You’re such a beautiful little girl. Aunt Lydia is going to have so much fun dressing you up.” She said, tickling the baby under her chin, earning that beautiful giggle that could cure cancer with how innocent and pure it was. After everything the pack had been through over the years, this was what made it all worth it. Bringing a new life into a world that was safer by her own hands. It still made it scary knowing how cruel the world would be, even to Maddy. But at least she knew she wouldn’t have to worry about that for a while. Although, she had decided if Maddy didn’t end up a werewolf, she would start training her early to defend herself.
Scott reappeared, a tray, with two plates of eggs and toast in his hands. “Hey, how did she get over here?” Scott, teased, picking her up, blowing raspberries against her stomach. “Did she use her baby wolf powers?”
“Scott, you don’t know if she’s a werewolf yet. She’s barely a week old! She could be perfectly human.”
“And I will love her all the same,” Scott said, tucking her back into her cradle, and hand running over her bald head. “Now, eat your eggs before they get cold.
“You really are going to be a good Dad, aren’t you?” Allison spoke between a bite of her eggs. God, she forgot how much she loved Scott’s eggs.
“Only because I have the best Mom by my side.” He said, smiling at his own cheesy line.
Allison laughed at him, smacking his arm lightly. “I’m really glad you’re the one, Scott. I don’t think I could do this without you.”
“I couldn’t do it without you, either. I love you.”
submitted by: happeeniss
rated: t
genre: family, fluff
word count: 1,189
summary: Allison and Scott babysit for Stiles and Lydia
“Lydia, don’t worry. Scott and I have experience with possible supernatural children. Violet won’t be a problem, and I assure you Scott won’t let Zac do anything to her.” Allison reassured Lydia.
“Yes see! Okay Lydia no need to worry, see Scott’s in the backyard with Zac, and we need to make the most out of this weekend! Now let’s go!” Stiles quickly said while pulling Lydia out the door.
“Okay, okay, Stiles! Thanks again Allison! Don’t forget the emergency numbers in the front pocket of the diaper bag! Mommy and Daddy loves you baby girl!” Lydia called out as Stiles still pulled her towards the car. Allison stood in the doorway cooing at Violet on her hip while waving goodbye to Stiles and Lydia. Scott and Zac had come up behind the two girls and waved goodbye. Once Stiles and Lydia’s car was no longer in their vision, Scott and Allison locked up the door and Scott had volunteered to take care of the kids while Allison made lunch.
“Dad, I want to play with Violet!” Zac called to Scott while tossing him back the lacrosse ball.
“Alright, son, but be careful with her okay? I’m going to put the ball away and you watch her. No claws or teeth. You can show her your eyes just as long as you don’t tell mom!” Zac nodded in response. Scott turned around towards the chest where the backyard toys were kept. Scott’s back was turned for only a minute, but a minute was all it took.
“SCOTT!” Hearing Allison scream like that scared the life out of Scott and triggered his protective alpha side. Scott immediately got his claws out, but never in his life expected to see his wife pulling their son off his best friend’s daughter.
“Zac! I told you only eyes! No teeth!” Scott scolded while retracting his claws. Saying this out loud earned him a glare and a smack on the arm from Allison.
“Scott! How could you?! He’s only three! You’re still teaching him to control his werewolf powers! What made you think he could control only showing his eyes around Violet?!” Allison chided while picking up a screaming Violet. “Do you think she’s going to turn into a werewolf?! Oh God, how am I supposed to explain this to Lydia! Scott, you know she panics over every little thing when it comes to Violet!”
“Okay we just need to stay calm okay? We won’t say anything until tomorrow night, alright?” Scott babbled while trying to stay somewhat calm.
“Scott! We don’t know if she’ll survive! What the hell made you think it was okay for our son to show Violet anything werewolf related?!” Scott was about to respond, but was interrupted by Zac tugging on his pant leg, “Dad! Mommy said a bad word!”
Allison rolled her eyes, “Now isn’t the time Zachary. Your dad made a very big mistake. Now remember what I told you?”
Zac sighed, “No twansforming until I’m a big boy. Even a little bit.”
“Good, now go with Daddy and get ready for lunch. I’m going to take care of Violet.”
Scott gave Allison a sheepish smile and carried their son inside to get ready for lunch. Allison on the other hand, took Violet upstairs to patch her up and maybe find something in the beastiary that could help.
Scott and Allison had just finished putting the two kids asleep after watching a movie together. The roles had reversed and now Allison was the calm panicky one, while Scott on the other hand was extremely fidgety.
“Scott, stop you’re making me anxious.” Allison said without looking up from her laptop.
“Did you find anything? Oh God, what if our son turned her? What if she dies? She can’t die, Allison!” Scott panicked.
“Okay, well we can definitely rule out her dying, odds are she’ll either turn, or she’ll scream like Lydia. She has to have some supernatural blood in her, so I think we’re going to be okay. Hand me the beastiary please? I need to see if I can find anything else in there.” Hearing Allison explain so calmly had calmed Scott’s own nerves, and he was able to take a deep breath and hand his wife the beastiary. Allison thanked Scott with a kiss on a cheek, and he instantly knew everything would be okay.
The next day, Allison and Scott struggled to keep their composure as time passed by. This time, Allison opted to stay outside with Violet while Scott taught Zac lacrosse instead of teaching him to control his powers. Violet seemed to be doing fine and listening happily to Allison reading her a fairy tale from the book Lydia had left behind. Seeing Violet calm and happy squashed any idea of her dying, but left them on edge whether or not to expect to teach another werewolf or tell Lydia she has a daughter to teach.
“Mommy, can I play with Violet?” Zac sheepishly asked.
“Yes, but no powers and be gentle. Why don’t you teach her some lacrosse with dad? I’m going to go make dinner.” Zac nodded in excitement and kissed his mom on the cheek. Allison was almost to the steps when Scott came up behind her and kissed her on the cheek too. Allison smiled and gave him a questioning look, and Scott answered, “Because I love you.”
It was just after dinner and Scott was busy setting up a game on the xbox for him and Zac. Allison was with Zac and Violet heading towards the living room when Violet began to wail and cry. Allison tried to calm her down, but Zac had caught her attention when he pulled on her shirt. “Mommy, my ears hurt a lot. Make her stop.”
“Okay come on we need to go to daddy right away.” Allison picked up Zac and tried to balance him on her hip, along with Violet on her other hip and trying to calm her down. Scott met Allison at the end of the hallway, and took Zac from her. Scott soothed Zac, and after a few endless minutes, Allison managed to calm Violet down and was happily falling asleep in her godmother’s arms. Allison and Scott both breathed a sigh of relief and shared a look.
submitted by:happeeniss
rated: t
genre: fluff
word count: 750
summary: The night before graduation, Scott and Allison sit out under the stars and talk about life and their future.
It had been a long day for everyone. Graduation rehearsal seemed endless and all Allison, Scott, Lydia, and Stiles wanted to do was finally get to Lydia’s lake house to have the movie night they all planned. Allison was able to narrowly avoid her dad’s questions about as to why she would be going out instead of preparing things for the following day. She quickly replied with, “Already done! Sorry gotta go Scott’s waiting!” and ran out of the apartment.
Scott was in the same position she had left him waiting on the motorcycle. Allison put on the helmet Scott held out in his hands, and found her new favorite spot behind Scott and rested her chin on his shoulder. She sent him a quick smile to show she was ready, and Scott nodded his head and took off for the lake house.
The four friends had opted for a comedy instead of a horror because at this point in their lives, nothing really scared them anymore. It was halfway through the movie that Stiles and Lydia had gotten into their usual debate, this time, over the unnecessary exaggeration the actors used. Allison and Scott shared a look in understanding. Stiles and Lydia were too absorbed in their debate to notice Scott and Allison making their way out of the back door towards the dock.
The lake house held dark memories, but now the good memories outweighed the bad. The dock in particular held fond memories for the two. Whether they were there for moonlit anniversary picnics or as a safe haven for escaping the arguing between Stiles and Lydia, the dock now held a special place in their hearts. Scott grabbed a folded blanket from the cabinet and wrapped it around himself once Allison found her other favorite spot under his arm and laid her head on his shoulder.
Even if the dock was a place of comfort, the subject of different colleges loomed above their heads. Both of them too afraid to shatter the all too fragile walls they’ve carefully built around their relationship. Scott felt the troubling feelings that would radiate more and more from Allison the closer graduation came. The feelings had become too much for Scott, and was the one to create the cracks in the walls.
“Allison, college won’t change things.” Scott said with the most sincere voice he had ever used.
“I just don’t want to worry that I’ll wake up one day and hear that something or someone attacked you.” Allison whispered while finding a new particular interest in the moon. In this light, Scott was able to look down and see that Allison was holding back tears. He kissed her forehead as a sign of comfort.
“Hey, I have the same fears as you. I know that you’re strong and you can take care of yourself, but that doesn’t make the worry go away. It’s because we care about each other too much. Distance won’t be a problem either. Just because you’re going to school in LA and I’m going to be in San Francisco doesn’t mean that we won’t see each other. We’ll visit each other every other weekend. We’re gonna be okay. We’re supposed to be together, remember?”
Allison was left speechless. Here she was two years after voicing her worries and breaking up with Scott, he was still so sure they were meant to be. That was all she really needed.
“Because there’s such thing as werewolves?” Allison said cheekily, but with complete sincerity. Scott remembered that same conversation she was referring to and laughed.
“So are you going to tell me what dress you’re gonna wear tomorrow?” Scott asked hopefully.
Allison responded my elbowing Scott in the ribs, “No! I didn’t tell you a month ago when I bought it, and I won’t tell you now. It’s a surprise, Scott.”
“Lydia showed Stiles!”
“But I’m not Lydia, and don’t forget I always have my daggers on me, and I know you heal fast.” Allison said with a wink before getting up and walking back towards the lake house.
“Hey! Wait, where are you going?!”
“Back into the house! Lydia made me promise to make sure her and Stiles didn’t get into it tonight, she needs her beauty sleep.”
writen by: sxymami0909
rated: t
genre: fluff, romance
word count: 4,215
prompt: Chris somehow resurrects Allison and she returns the first day of senior year to find how much has changed since she passed. Yet, one thing that's stayed the same were the feelings she had for a certain werewolf.
Sure, he’d kept in touch with Scott and Derek, helped when asked, but always from afar. Chris hadn’t been ready to come back yet. Not until now. He continued walking down the familiar path and with his flashlight shining he could see the large tree stump in the distance. The Nemeton. He lifted a hand running it over his beard as he closed the distance between him and the damn tree stump. Chris paused about ten feet in front of it and pulled his bag from his shoulder dropping it to the ground.
He could hear the sounds of crickets chirping around him, along with the night settling. It was nearly midnight and Chris knew if he wanted this to work, he was going to have to hurry. He crouched down; jeans tightening with the movement as he tugged open the bag and pulled out four white candles. Next he pulled out some mountain ash and spread it in a circle around himself going clockwise.
Once the circle was completed he set the candles in alignment with the North, South, East, and West corners of the circle. Chris took a deep breath and finally kneeled on the ground. He reached inside the bag and pulled out a folded scroll of parchment doing his best not to catch the tattered edges on anything that might rip it. He placed it down gently before once again reaching inside and grabbing the rock carved tablet.
Chris lifted his bag and placed it out of the circle before glancing down in front of him where everything sat spread out and gleaming in the moonlight. The Book of Enoch. It had taken six months for him to locate the original copy and another six months to locate the key to unlock The Book of Resurrection, which was a hidden chapter within the Angelic relic of apocryphal literature.
The resurrection spell itself was simple, but finding a source of power strong enough to channel was the issue. It didn’t matter that the scroll itself was written in Enochian, the language of the angels, the key would help with that. Chris glanced up at the sky checking the position of the moon. Just another couple of minutes, he thought to himself as he reached behind him and slipped the dagger from a holder near his pants.
He knew this was wrong. It went against everything his family stood for. The supernatural was not to be toyed with. But Chris had lost so much and Allison deserved a second chance at life. She was righteous. She had sacrificed her life for those of the people she loved. And so the Book of Enoch would work, it had to.
A gust of wind blew through the preserve and Chris new it was time. He placed the dagger down, reached out and lit the candles, and then reached for the scroll unfolding it carefully. He took a deep breath and opened the text angling it in front of the scroll as he shifted and read aloud.
And in those days shall the earth also give back that which has been entrusted to it,
And Sheol also shall give back that which it has received,
And hell shall give back that which it owes.
“I implore thee, restore the life of Allison Argent, for she is true of heart and has sacrificed her life for the good of others.”
Chris lifted the dagger and sliced it fast across his hand, a burning sensation tingling there as blood pooled in his palm, but he stayed focused on the moon and candles in front of him. He reached out and flicked his hand towards the Nemeton, his blood splattering across the top of the stump.
For in those days the Elect One shall arise,
And he shall choose the righteous and holy from among them:
For the day has drawn nigh that they should be saved.
“I beseech thee; I call upon the power of Sheol, and offer my blood as restitution.” Chris let his eyes flutter shut, the power of the Nemeton humming around him. The sound of a heavy wind could be heard as trees swayed heavily back and forth, but nothing touched him within the center of the circle. The candlelight didn’t waver, nor did the mountain ash itself. “Sheol, HERE ME! RESTORE MY DAUGHTER, HERE ME!”
The veins in his neck were prominently displayed with his last shout, the words coming out as more of a roar. A crack of thunder sounded in the sky and then a bright flash of light struck the space between Chris and the Nemeton. His body arched out, hands thrown back at his sides, as his face peered into the sky, white hot pain tearing through his flesh pulling an inhuman scream from him. He could feel the power rushing through him as his body lit up the woods around him. This was it, Allison was coming back, he could feel her. It was the last thought he had before the pain became too intense and his body crashed to the ground sending him into a spiraling pit of darkness.
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The ground rumbled heavily, the earth shifting, dirt falling as bones strengthened. The coffin shook, pink soft muscle mending over the bones, layers of arteries shifting back into place, nerves tightening as her body rebuilt itself from scratch. Above the muscles grew pale skin as her sunken eye sockets filled the whites of her eyes displayed before irises came into view. Organs, nails, hair all repairing themselves within her. And then with a burst of magical energy a steady if not mildly erratic beating of a heart began.
Allison Argent’s eyes shot open, her chest depressing as she sucked in a sharp breath, her body in a state of panic as her shaky hands grazed the silky linen as she tried to figure out what was happening. The air was damp, stale, barely there and when her fist connection with someone hard fear surged inside of her.
No, god no. Nails clawed at the fabric, fists rammed into wood as she fought her way out of the box. Her knuckles were bloody as she continued struggling until one hand broke through the top of the coffin, fresh earth spilling on top of her. Allison turned her head to the side inhaled deeply and then pushed herself forward, digging, scratching, lungs burning.
The air was cool, the night damp. The cemetery was quiet, not a soul around and then once again the ground shifted. The earth shook and a slender arm broke free from beneath the dirt and grass, nails broken and bloody. And once again thunder clapped loudly and lightening lit the sky.
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Images flashed in her mind, dead bodies, words spoken in an unknown language. Her body tossed around the large bed in her sleep as nightmares stumbled through her unconscious mind beneath the cover of closed lids. Her breathing increased rapidly, the reanimating of a corpse, broken skin, bloody knuckles and sharp cries.
Her sweat slicked body shifted against soft sheets, her face screwed up in pain. A loud clap of thunder sounded and Lydia burst up from bed, her body going ridged, eyes wide, breathing erratic as she opened her mouth and wailed, her cry carrying through the distance, the wolves of Beacon Hills waking with start at the sound. Something was coming. Death was in the air.
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Lydia sat on the black suede couch in Derek’s apartment, hand wrapped tightly around the arm of the couch as she stared at the pack in front of her. It was six in the morning; their first day of senior year and already the supernatural was badgering them with knew problems. After everything that had happened over the past year, Lydia had hoped things would finally be calm enough that they could at least pretend to be normal teenagers, but apparently that was never going to happen.
She crossed her legs, the skirt of her green dress shifting with the movement. “I know what I saw,” she stated annoyed that Scott and Derek seemed to be doubting her even after all this time, “It was Allison.” She said her tone quiet.
Stiles stepped closer to Lydia resting his side against the arm of the chair as he placed a hand on his girlfriend’s arm and glanced over at Scott and Derek. “I think we’re all just confused Lyds, it’s not that they don’t believe you,” he looked back at wolves in question, “Right?” He asked sharply.
Scott sighed, inclined his head and shifted forward sitting on the coffee table in front of Lydia. “I’m not doubting you Lydia, none of us are,” he said motioning behind him where Derek, Kira, Liam and Malia stood. “I just…it doesn’t make sense,” he said his voice quiet. “Allison’s gone, she’s been gone a year.” His chest tightened at the words. Scott had tried to move on, he had even tried to pick things up with Kira where they’d left off, but it ended up not working out. They were still close friends and she was still part of the pack, but he’d never been able to let go of Allison enough to be what she needed.
“Don’t you think I know that!” She said her voice louder than she’d intended. Lydia pressed her lips together and took a deep breath the feel of Stiles squeezing her arm making her calm down slightly. “I’m sorry…I know this doesn’t make sense and maybe…maybe I am crazy. But…It’s Allison,” she whispered moisture gathering in her eyes. “I dreamt it, I felt it. There has to be something we can do. Can’t we check?” She asked glancing around the room her eyes landing on Derek with a pleading look in them.
Derek dropped his arms from his chest and slipped them into his pockets. “I can go by the cemetery,” he offered, “What else did you say you saw in your nightmare?” He asked brows drawn together. He knew by now when Lydia had a feeling not to question it. She’d saved all their lives at least once over the past year and even though she wasn’t always in complete control of her abilities, she knew enough to help.
Lydia leaned forward, “I think I saw the preserve.” She offered. “Things are still a bit cloudy. They keep coming to me in pieces.”
Malia shifted forward, “I can check out the preserve before school,” she offered. She knew her way around better than the rest of them did so it made sense. She glanced between Stiles and Lydia and quickly looked away. She and Stiles hadn’t been together for close to six months. She’d never been able to trust him again after she found out about Peter and he’d never tried to get her to trust him…his heart had apparently not been in it. Now she knew why. Malia shook the thought aside and glanced at Scott. “Does that work?”
Scott nodded, “Yeah, thanks Malia.” He sent her half a smile, which was all he could manage at the moment.
Liam cleared his throat, “What about me?” He asked glancing around the room. He didn’t know who Allison was, but apparently this was a big deal and he wanted to help if he could.
Scott glanced at Stiles and his best friend shrugged. Scott’s brows drew together as he glanced at Liam. “For right now just head to school,” he held up a hand, “I know you want to help and I promise as soon as there’s something for you to do I’ll let you know.”
Scott glanced back at Stiles, “Can you help Lydia and see if you guys can figure anything else out about what Lydia dreamt about?” He asked.
Lydia arched an eyebrow, “You realized I’m right here right?” She asked, “Come on Stiles, we’ve got a little time before school starts I want to see if I can identify the langue I heard in my dream.” She said pushing herself up.
He nodded threading his fingers through hers and bringing their hands to his lips placing a light kiss there, “Okay, let’s go to my place, Dad’s already at the station.” He told her and he glanced at her with a soft smile. Sometimes he still couldn’t believe they were finally together. Sure it was still fairly new, only about three months, but they were happy and things were going well, which was all that mattered.
He glanced at Scott, “We’ll see you at school.” He said his chest tightening at the look on his best friends face.
Scott nodded as he watched them go. He glanced over at Malia and Liam, Kira and Derek. “I guess we should all probably head out,” He said as he stood. Scott’s gaze fell on Kira, “I was hoping maybe you could come with me to Deaton’s, maybe he knows something.”
Kira nodded, “Of course. I can definitely do that.” She said as she walked over to him. She could see the pain on Scott’s face and she hated that he was going through it all over again. She had been sad when things didn’t work out between them, but they were friends now and there wasn’t anything Kira wouldn’t do for her friends.
Derek glanced at Malia and Liam, “Well come on then. I’ll drop you off at school,” he said to Liam, “And you at the preserve before I head to the cemetery.” He grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and slung it over his arms. “Everyone out,” he said as he pulled his keys from his pockets and guided the rest of the pack out of the loft hoping beyond hope that whatever they found wouldn’t be bad.
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Lydia closed her locker door and glanced at Stiles, “Enochian,” she said with a shake of her head. “I still can’t believe that I was dreaming about the language of the Angels…because apparently they’re real.” She stated still a little boggled by that fact. She and Stiles had gone back to his place after the pack meeting and proceeded to do research until they were able to find one of the words that she’d heard clearly in her dreams. The problem was the written language was a bunch of symbols and in order to understand them you needed some kind of key to read them. Something neither of them knew how to get.
Stiles leaned against the row of lockers and nodded concern on his face. He knew Lydia was trying to keep moving forward and figure things out, but he also knew how close to him this hit and she wasn’t acting right. When she’d called him after waking up from the nightmare she’d been hysterical, crying her voice shaking coming in gasps, and genuinely upset. But from the second he’d shown up on her doorstep to pick her up for the meeting she’d been oddly composed and he wondered what that was all about. “Yeah, that’s…actually that shouldn’t be a surprise with everything we’ve seen.” He admitted.
Stiles reached out and brushed a hand against her cheek, “How are you holding up?” He asked softly.
Lydia swallowed hard as she studied his face and the look there said he wasn’t buying her act. She shifted forward and leaned into him. “I’m just trying to get through the day,” she responded quietly. “If this is real…if this is happening, it means Allison might be back. She might be here in Beacon Hills right now,” Lydia said trying to tamper down her own nervous energy. “But I’m afraid to get my hopes up,” She whispered, “because if she’s not then it would be like losing her all over again.”
Stiles’ expression softened and he shifted forward and wrapped his arms around Lydia, pulling her gently against him as he rested a hand at the back of her head and pressed his lips to her hair. “I know,” he told her quietly. “But we’re going to figure this out and everything is going to work out,” he hoped.
The sound of heavy footfalls heading in their direction pulled Stiles’ attention away from Lydia and when he spotted Scott moving towards them quickly his expression drawn and uncertain he knew something was wrong. “What is it?” He asked, his expression serious.
Scott paused in front of Stiles and Lydia and swallowed hard. “I just talked to Derek, he said Allison’s grave, it was, there was,” he paused and closed his eyes briefly before taking a short breath and letting it out slowly, “he said it looked like something came out of it.” He explained his expression painful.
Lydia sucked in a sharp breath her hands tightening on Stiles’ arm. “What?” She whispered, her heartbeat picking up speed as s hint of hope filled her chest. Maybe it was true, maybe Allison was back.
Scott glanced between them his heart aching, “That’s not all. Malia said she found Argent in the preserve near the Nemeton.”
Stiles’ eyes widened, “What?” He said his tone sharp, “What the hell was he doing there? You don’t think he—” Stiles’ voice trailed off at the look on Scott’s face.
“I think between Lydia’s nightmare, what Derek found and what Malia saw around Argent when she found him that it’s a very real possibility that he did.” He said quietly.
Stiles pursed his lips, “Where’s Argent now?” he asked with a frown.
“Malia took him to Deaton’s. He was mumbling something about Sheol and the righteous.” He said uncertain.
Lydia frowned, “I know that name. We came across it this morning when we were researching the language from my dream. It was Enochian by the way,” she commented thinking back, “I think it mentioned the Book of Enoch and the Angels.” Her brows furrowed. “It was something to do with—what?” She asked as she glanced between Scott and Stiles who were looking over towards the double doors at the other end of the hallway.
Lydia glanced over and she froze beside Stiles, her mouth opening slightly as tears filled her eyes. A hush had fallen over the entire hallway at the sight of the brunette standing in the entrance, the doors falling shut behind her.
Allison glanced around the hallway her heart beating quickly in her chest. It had taken her hours to realize what had happened, to remember her own death and subsequent resurrection. But after the initial few hours she’d gotten herself together enough to break into her old apartment, which apparently her father had kept. She had showered the blood and dirt away, grabbed a pair of clothes from her room that looked exactly as it had before and then went down to the basement of the building to clean her wounds and try to figure out what the hell was going on and why she was back.
That was when he came, Sheol, appeared in some kind of shimmering white light that had Allison grabbing the nearest gun and pointing it right at the thing in front of her. And when it had turned out to be a man, she’d been confused until he explained what her father had done. How he’d found the Book of Enoch and used the key to read The Book of Resurrection to bring her back to life. He’d made it clear that while her return was just and it was her second chance, she would be expected to continue the fight and help restore balance in Beacon Hills. She was no longer just a hunter, but a certain packs guardian angel.
Her gaze traveled over the faces in the hallway until she found the ones she was looking for. She knew she was going to have to come up with a story about what happened and where she’d been for a year and how she was alive. But right now there was only one thing she wanted to do and that was see the people she cared about most. She moved forward walking slowly down the hall towards them, her expression hesitant.
Scott felt a tear slide down his cheek as he watched her body practically glide down the hallway, her movements precise, like a dance. There was something different about her, something different about her energy, but he couldn’t place it and honestly Scott didn’t really care. Allison was standing in front of them, walking towards them. She was alive. That was what mattered.
He watched as she paused in front of Lydia first. Allison smiled and it lit up the entire hallway. Lydia could feel the dampness on her cheeks and her heart warmed as she stared at Allison. “It’s really you,” she said finally as she took her in, a feeling of warmth and goodness, wrapping around her.
Allison nodded, “It’s really me…Can I—”
“Of course,” Lydia said not even letting Allison finish her words before moving forward and enveloping her best friend in a hug. She tightened her arms around Allison and closed her eyes fighting back the tears. She was real and she was there. The nightmare that was the last year without her best friend was over and Lydia wasn’t sure how to express what she was feeling.
Allison’s smile widened, “It’s good to see the two of you are finally together,” she whispered.
Lydia chuckled, “Trust that to be the first thing you say to me.” She said with a watery smile as she pulled back and squeezed her friend’s arms gently before stepping back.
Allison glanced at Stiles next and smiled. “It’s good to see you.” She said quietly.
Stiles nodded, “You to I’m…glad you’re back,” he said not sure what else to say even as guilt filled his chest. It was his fault she hadn’t been there to begin with.
Allison studied him for a minute before reaching out and resting a hand against his arm. “I never blamed you, not once. You should let that guilt go, it’s not healthy.” She commented before pulling her hand back and finally turning to face Scott.
She sent him a hesitant smile.
Scott took a step towards her and then another until there was barely any room between them. He cupped her cheek and held her gaze; their last moment’s together running through his head. He saw Allison open her mouth, but before she could say anything he spoke. “I love you,” he said a grin pulling at his lips. “I loved you then, I love you now, I’ll love you always.” He whispered.
Allison’s face brightened and she smiled at him, “I love you too Scott, always.” She told him as she pressed herself into his body inhaling his scent. It felt like longer than a year since she’d been able to fit herself into his arms.
Scott threaded his fingers through her hair, tilted her head back and watched her for a second before leaning in and capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. He moved his mouth over hers and wrapped an arm around her waist tugging her closer.
Allison moaned into his mouth as she returned the kiss just as enthusiastically letting him deepen it and keeping their mouths fused until her lungs burned with a need for oxygen. When they broke apart she rested her forehead against his and took a deep breath before letting it out slowly. “It’s good to be home.” She told him softly.
Scott closed his eyes for a second letting his hand slide down her hip as he nodded. “It’s good to have you home and for the record, I’m never letting you go.” He said matter-of-factly. He didn’t know how everything happened or why Argent was able to bring her back, but all that matter was Allison was there and the love of his life was still alive. And Scott planned on never wasting another day with her again.
