STARTER FOR: @mccallsmemaybe | scott & allison WHEN + WHERE: the school bus, after the events of motel california
At this rate, Allison is convinced her heart will never beat at a normally again. The image of Scott, covered in gasoline while holding a lit flare is one that’ll haunt her worst nightmares. Nearly losing him twice in a matter of twelve hours feels like a punch to the gut, something she’s reminded of every time she glances down and sees Scott’s blood that’s stained her dress. The man in question is finally safe -- At least, as safe as he can be, squished on the shitty school bus in an attempt to keep away from whatever evil witchcraft the Darach had done to the motel that had everyone out of their minds. Allison knows her back will be stiff and leg will be numb before she can fall asleep, but she makes no attempt to readjust. It's not like she'll be getting any actual sleep tonight, anyway.
It's not the most comfortable position to be in, but Scott's head is in her lap and her fingers continue to card through his hair as her mind races. Right now, this is exactly where she's meant to be. His hair is still damp from showering, the smell of gasoline lingering on her skin despite her best efforts. Maybe I should go back to being no one... The words repeat over and over in her head, her gut twisting knowing that the mental image of Scott sobbing is one she can't escape. She'd helped him clean up after the fire, held him close as they stood in the shower, silent tears disguised by the hot water. There was no question that she'd take care of him after that, no matter if they were broken up and supposed to keep things casual. It's the only thing she could do, really. They were out of their depth in a way they'd never experienced before. She didn't have claws or fangs, or even her bow and arrow -- But she could help pull him out of this darkness, offer a steady hand like he's done for her so many times before.
Exhaustion fills her, lids heavy as her eyes stay on him. Eventually she''ll pass out, drift into some sort of half-awake sleep until sunrise. But right now, her head leans against the cool plane of the window, stroking Scott's hair, while her other hand rests against his arm, hoping that he's getting some sort of rest. Out of her own curiosity, she whispers into the darkness. "Scott," she starts, careful to keep her voice quiet so that she doesn't disturb Lydia, Stiles, or anyone else on the bus. "Are you still awake?"