A/N: this was written in response to the latest episode because i just can't except that Allison is dead. It's a bit rushed but I just had to write it. I might carry it on... I'm not sure yet. Also this is my first time writing so :/

He felt her lose consciousness and he wanted to scream. She couldn't die. He couldn't survive without her, he didn't think any of them could... Lydia... Her dad...She was a part of each of them. Without her they would be broken, they'd be missing a piece of themselves.

He needed to do something, he needed to save her.

Shifting slightly to reach his phone he desperately called Derek.

'That thing you did to save Cora, tell me how to do it!' He shouted down the phone. He cut off Derek's inevitable questions, 'I don't have time to explain you have to tell me NOW!'.

Hearing the desperation in his Scott's voice, Derek filled him in on what he needed to do.

As soon as Scott had the information he hung up without saying anything else and immediately rang Deaton. 'Will I be able to heal a human using my alpha power and what will happen to her if I do?'

Deaton, realising at once who 'her' was and understanding that it wasn't the time for questions went straight to answering Scott's question. 'I am not sure as i don't think it has ever been attempted before but I would think that it wouldn't completely heal her, just make the wound or illness better to an extent. It'll buy you time to get her to a hospital or somewhere she can be helped.'

Hanging up the phone once again, Scott focused completely on Allison who was unconscious in his lap. He knew she had no time left and that this was her only chance. Gripped her hands with his and cradling her to him he followed the instructions that Derek had given him. He squeezed his eyes shut and could feel as his power began to drain away and his body was filled with a pain he had never felt before.

Eventually the pain subsided and he opened his eyes and looked down at Allison. Her wound had healed slightly, it was still bleeding but at a slower rate than before and the wound itself seemed shallower than it had been. She was still unconsciousness but he could see her chest rise and fall with each breath, even if it was laboured. He knew that she still needed treatment though or she would die anyway, he needed to get her to the hospital as soon as possible.

Realising that it would be quicker for him to run to the hospital carrying her than it would be to wait for an ambulance to arrive, he stood up as quickly as he could without moving her about too much and holding her in his arms with her head tucked between his neck and his shoulder. He started to run keeping Allison as still as possible.

Though she was still unconscious he spoke to her. He told her that she was going to be alright and that she would be fine. He listed all the reasons she had to be alright, all the people who needed her, who loved her. He spoke about the future she would have. He talked more for his own benefit than for hers. He kept running, his hearing tuned into the beating of her heart which reassured him she was still alive.

Catching sight of the hospital up ahead he increased his speed and ran straight into the emergency room screaming for someone to help her, shouting that she had been stabbed. A doctor and two nurses immediately ran to him, shouting things that he couldn't hear or understand properly anymore. They removed Allison from his arms and laying her on a hospital bed and wheeled her away, another doctor running after her. All he could do was stare after them, praying and hoping that she would be alright.

She had to be alright.

Suddenly he felt dizzy, all the lights and voices around him became a fuzz and he lost all sense of himself. He could feel himself collapsing but could do nothing to stop himself or support himself as he reached the floor. Instead he slipped out of conscious.

He awoke half an hour later in a hospital bed with Allison's name on his lips. He immediately left the bed and the room he had been placed in. He needed to find a nurse or a doctor, anyone who could tell him what was going on with Allison. He encountered one of he nurses that had gone with Allison just outside of his door. She tried to get him to get back to bed but when she heard the pure desperation in his voice relented and informed him that Allison was still in surgery and that as soon as she was out someone would come and tell him how she was.

Knowing that she was still holding on, still fighting made it slightly easier for him to breathe. The nurse asked him if there was anyone she could call for them. There had been no identification or phones in their stuff so they were entered under the names Jane Doe and John Doe. Scott knew that their families and friends were probably worried sick about them, especially if they'd been told about the two phone calls he had made, and that it would probably be better if he spoke to them, he could explain the situation. He asked to borrow a phone and then went to stand in an empty corridor, it would be better for him to be alone when making his phone calls.

He called Mr Argent first. He told him that Allison had been stabbed and that she was in surgery without going into specifics. He told him what hospital they were at and could tell that he was on his way even before he had hung up. He also tried to call his mum but she was on shift so he just left a message.

As he placed the phone back on the nurses desk she told him that the doctor had just come out of he the OR and could speak with him now. After being directed to the doctor Scott approached him slowly.

What if something had gone wrong? What if what he had done hadn't been enough? What if she was gone?

The small smile on the doctors face as he turned to greet him eased him of most of his worries which further depleted as the doctor began talking. 'I'm very pleased to tell you that the surgery was a success. Because of the amount of blood on her clothes we thought the wound was much deeper than it turned out to be. We've repaired all the internal damage that the knife caused and stitched up the wound. We will of course have to monitor it for any signs of infection but I am extremely hopeful that she will make a full recovery. She was very lucky. We're moving her to a recovery room as we speak and I'm sure you'll be allowed to sit with her then. I assume you've contacted guardians.'

Scott told him that their parents were on the way and thanked him for helping Allison before heading off to the room that she had been placed in. As he turned the corner of the corridor the doctor informed him that because she was stabbed the police had been called and that they would have questions for him so they could find whoever was responsible. At Scott's nod the doctor smiled once more before heading off in the opposite direction. Scott knew the situation was going to be hard to explain but right now all he cared about was that Allison was going to be okay.