I have no idea what the formatting is, or what I'm doing really but this was something I needed to get out of my head since the dynamic between these two has always been a favorite of mine — the last two humans in a world full of monsters. Though their strength wasn't of the supernatural kind, it was strength all the same. Reviews would mean the world, honestly.

Disclaimer: I own nothing that you recognize. Let's be real here if I did 3b would have ended a lot differently. #iwillneverbeoverit


It was nothing special, no big deal or anything that was BUILT UP to.
It just sort of… happened, quick & as light as a feather

& it had felt right.

Her & Scott had decided to part ways, & though it hurt & she often fond her gaze straying to him, she had to believe it was for the best.

❝Would it be… weird if I asked if you wanted to hang out tonight?❞

The words are out there before she can take them back, casually spoken as he's rummaging through his locker for something or another. She waits, eyes taking in the way his shoulders HUNCH just a little bit, & she can practically see the narrowed eyes & confused expression he's no-doubt sporting.

She misses Scott, but what she misses even more is being normal. Going out for a pizza, laughing over a dumb movie, being a teenager again. ( After all, they're just a bunch of teenagers—- with a little DARKNESS in their hearts. ) She asks him of all people because Stiles? She doesn't have to worry about Stiles.

& he knows, so she doesn't have to lie to him. GOD she's so tired of lying.

He finally turns around.

❝Weird? As in you & my best friend dated & he's still sending puppy dog eyes your way weird? Because that's totally not weird.❞

She can't help it, she's biting back a smile.

❝You forgot the part where I found out he was a werewolf & my family sort of wanted him dead.❞

He makes a sweeping gesture with his hands as if to say there you go.

But there's still a silent query in his eyes.
& she takes it as her opening.

❝Look, I'm just asking for pizza & a movie. You can even pick the movie & a topping. It'll be fine, nobody's going to jump to the wrong conclusion or make it a bigger deal than it really is. & if the puppy dog eyes thing is true—- you & I isn't exactly something Scott will worry about.❞

❝Wait, okay what do you mean I'm not something Scott will worry about? I mean, not that I want Scott to worry about you & me—- & us hanging out— as friends—❞

She's not even bothering to hide the smile anymore.

& GOD it's been so long since she's last smiled & really meant it.

❝—- why are you smiling at me like that?❞

Because Stiles, you're in love with my best friend, remember? Everyone knows that. It's totally not because I wouldn't find you interesting, which I'm sure you are.❞

❝Oh—- right. That. Wait—- what do you mean you're sure I am?❞

❝I wouldn't know, seeing as I was too busy dating your best friend to notice.❞

❝Well played, Argent. Fine. Yes, I'm coming.
—- Have you seen Star Wars? Because I've been asking Scott… ❞

She doesn't even hear the rest of his words.

That was the first time.
Not the first time.

But the first time Stiles Stilinski made Allison Argent smile.


When he finally did come over, he even got a laugh out of her. She doesn't even stop to think if he can hear how HOLLOW it sounds. Or notice Chris checking in on them with an almost wide-eyed expression.

He doesn't even bother them when it gets really late & they don't even realize.

It happens when she's saying goodnight, he's at the door with a small smile on his face ( she wonders when the last time she'd seen that was ) & he's telling her how it wasn't nearly as horrible as he thought it would be.

❝I know, & here I thought I would have to find some sort of excuse to end the night early.❞

He's out the door, & he's turning around to give her one last wave goodbye & she surprises him.

Surprises both of them really.

It's a small peck on the cheek, feather light & sweet.

❝Thanks for coming.❞

She's not sure who's face was a funnier sight—- his when he left, or hers when she finally shut the door.


❝You're ruining my game Allison. Guys may not find me intimidating, but you sure as hell scare all the girls away.❞

❝Wait wait—- you have game?❞

❝Oh yeah ha ha. Real funny. Now my odds of getting kissed for the night are even worse than they usually are & that's really saying something.❞

They're at a party, surrounded by colored lights & closely packed bodies. It's not their scene, not what they usually do on their little hang outs, but it's different.

& in their lives? Different is GOOD.

❝Care to bet on that?❞

❝Yeah, yeah I would. Might as well get something out of tonight.❞

❝Okay, so you're betting that you're not going to get kissed by the end of the night by any of the girls here?❞

❝Ten bucks.❞

❝—- twenty.❞

❝Sure, more money fo—❞

Their second kiss tasted of her laughter & again, of his surprise.

❝You owe me.❞


They're in her room studying. She's been having trouble with econ & she wonders if he somehow knows that, because he just showed up at her door with his book & notes. Chris hadn't even told her he was here, he'd just let him in.

They're sprawled out on her bed, side by side, papers strewn out before them.

❝This doesn't make sense.❞

He turns to see what it is that doesn't seem to make sense this time ( what DOES make sense in this life of theirs though? ), but all thoughts of economy & sense are dashed the moment he really sees her—- ankles crossed, eyes narrowed in concentration, nose scrunched up just a bit, the way she does when she's deep in thought, & lips slightly parted.

He doesn't even really think about it.

He really should have.

He CLOSES the distance between them, & presses his lips to hers.

It takes about two seconds before reality kicks in, punching him in the GUT—- alarm bells going off, telling him this was a really really bad idea.

Possibly his WORST.
& he's had some pretty bad ideas.

Just ask Scott.
Oh God, Scott.

Before she can react, he pulls back.

❝I should go.❞

& he crumples up some of the papers, stuffing them in his book, out her door in SECONDS.

Their third kiss had tasted just a bit of desperation along with surprise, this time hers.


She's standing by his desk, their last class, econ, having just ended. Everyone is in such a rush to get out of class & go home, they don't even notice the lone figure that REMAINS, fingers clenched tightly around a small stack of papers. Nor do they notice the occupant of said desk carefully putting everything away with almost too much deliberation.

They haven't spoken in two weeks. It's the longest SILENCE they've had since the pizza & a movie.

When he doesn't look up, a small sigh spills from her lips before she places the papers on his desk.

❝You left your notes at my house that day you—- the day we—- ❞

He finally does break the SILENCE, not able to stand the way she's stumbling over it.

❝Got it, thanks.❞

Without looking up, without even seeing the papers, he tosses them in his backpack—- such a stark contrast with how deliberate he had been with his other stuff not a minute ago.

She doesn't leave.

He finally looks up.

❝Is that it then?❞

❝Is what it?❞

❝ 'Thanks Allison.' ❞

❝What do you want me to say?❞

❝I don't know! Something that doesn't sound like a goodbye, maybe?❞

He hadn't even said goodbye when he'd left that day.

❝I'm sorry.❞

It's like a SLAP in the face.

❝I don't want an apology Stiles. What you did, what happened, it doesn't—- ❞

❝Allison stop.❞

❝—- we can just IGNORE it. I mean—❞

Please.❞

❝—- that's what you—-❞

He does it again, this time because he can't stand to hear it, hear any of it. The way her voice is close to breaking, the way her eyes seem sadder than they have in a while, the way she's almost begging for something.

He knows he can't do it.

He CAN'T.

❝I'm sorry.❞

& then, he leaves.
Again.

Because she wants to ignore it, & he can't.
He can't stop thinking about it.

Their fourth kiss had tasted of desperation, no longer subtle, nor just his or hers.


She's been pacing in the classroom for the past fifteen minutes. Her heart hasn't felt this alive in weeks, beating so LOUDLY it's the only thing she can hear.

Thank God, or else she'd have to hear her own thoughts, & right now, she can't think.

Finally, finally she sees him. Before he knows what's happening, the door is flung open & he's dragged inside the empty classroom.

He's all flailing limbs & sputtered words of protest until he realizes who it is.

❝You've been AVOIDING me.❞

❝Avoiding you? No I've just been… not … wherever you are.❞

She doesn't miss a beat. Doesn't play along.

❝Why?❞

❝Why have I not been around? I mean I've been busy & there's all these tests & stuff & I've had things.❞

❝Why?❞

❝Lots of things & stuff, really.❞

❝Stiles, why?

He visibly SLUMPS & it's almost enough to make her turn around & leave, because she can't stand the look in his eyes, can't stand to think that that's because of her.

❝Because I had to, just once, before you went back to Scott. Before you left.❞

There's SILENCE, heavy & ominous. He's looking anywhere but at her. Finally, she breaks it.

❝I'm not the one who keeps leaving.❞

❝Come on Allison, who are you kidding? You said so yourself, I'm the one nobody has to worry about.❞

& she reads it in his eyes, the GUILT that's weighing him down, the almost vulnerable way his eyes widen, as if he's begging her to give him answers he can't find.

God Allison, what do you want from me?❞

❝What do you want from me?❞

❝Nothing.❞

& it sounds so genuine, so real, it's like the smile she'd given him that first day. He had given her everything & had never asked for anything in return. He wouldn't ask that of her.

& maybe that's why she does it.

❝I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything or… done anything & I promise I—❞

She knows that if she lets him go on, he will, & then he'll be gone again.

This time, she doesn't let him LEAVE.

It's soft & gentle, almost like a ghost of the first time, before she's pulling back, eyes searching his, as if waiting for the answers neither of them know how to ask for, nor how to give.

There's a sharp intake of breath, but he's standing absolutely still & with a sinking feeling, she takes a small step BACK.

He doesn't let her leave.

His fingers reach for hers & when she doesn't move, hands moved to hook in the jut of hipbones, pulling her body closer to his.

There had already been too much SPACE, too much distance.

Their fifth last kiss tasted of relief & WONDER, as close to happiness as either of them could get, with darkened hearts & tarnished souls.


Their last kiss tasted of something he hadn't thought he could ever feel again, something she had never quite let go of.

( There's always hope. )

It had tasted of hope.

What it hadn't tasted like was goodbye.

Yet that was the closest thing to it that they got, before she left him, just as he had said she would.

He had known something so good couldn't last, not in their world.

What he hadn't known was that their world would no longer be theirs but his, losing one of its own ( losing her ) forever.

The darkness in their hearts was nothing compared to the darkness she left behind.