A/N: Based off the prompt floating around Tumblr, a gifset of Allison/Crystal Reed eating cereal with the caption saying that Allison is upset she has to stay home and heal from her stab wound while everyone else gets to go to Mexico.
Gets kinda sad towards the end since Allison starts thinking about Victoria.

Allison sighed as Scott left with Isaac in tow. It… it was a little awkward, given what she had said before losing consciousness. But it was all true, she loved Scott and had to make sure that he knew it, even if she was getting closer to Isaac and Kira had Scott's attention. When she'd finally woken up in the hospital with her dad and Scott by her side, she had wanted to cry, and then the pain hit her, bringing actual tears. It had been a long process, healing in the hospital but now she was finally back at the apartment, almost as good as before. Except she wasn't quite healed yet… there were still some twinges and she couldn't move very fast, or pull her bow back so she wasn't allowed to go down to Mexico.

As Allison looked out the window, she saw Isaac wave before climbing onto the back of Scott's bike. A small smile came to her lips as she waved back. Her relationship with Isaac sure had come a long way since he'd first been turned, he had helped her and her dad out quite a bit. Now he was going to Mexico with everyone to save Derek.

"This is stupid," she mumbled to herself as she turned away.

"What's stupid?" Chris asked, coming into her room to check on her.

"I have to stay here! I want to help… I mean, Derek and I… we… things are still a little rough between us but… he's important to Scott and he's Isaac's original Alpha. He's going to think I don't care about him or something," Allison complained. As much as they had clashed in the previous months, she did care about him, their friendship was just complicated…

Chris sighed and hugged his daughter, "He knows you were attacked, you almost died. You're only Human, you don't heal like they do. I doubt he'll hold that against you. It's more important that you heal properly so you don't endanger yourself in the long run."

Allison sighed heavily, "Yea, I know… The doctors all told me about that. I'm practically all better, doesn't that count…?"

"Well to be honest, you know they are going to Calaveras' right? It isn't exactly… proper for Hunter families to challenge each other," Chris mentioned, despite Araya already having overstepped her bounds. "So even if you weren't hurt in the fight against the Nogitsune, we wouldn't be going to Mexico."

"Are you serious?" Allison huffed. So even if she hadn't messed up and gotten stabbed, she would still be stuck here alone? As much as it sucked to be hurt, at least it made a legitimate excuse for her. "I'm going to eat some breakfast… I just… I'm going to be so bored!"

"So can I trust you to stay inside? I have to go meet up with Deaton about something."

"Yea… I might not like it but Lydia will totally kick my ass if I show up in Mexico… She didn't go through all that for me to risk hurting myself further. Say hey to Deaton for me." Allison hugged her dad and went into the kitchen, grabbing a bowl of cereal. Maybe she'd just sit on the couch and watch tv or something…. Just… wait for everyone to get back…

"This sucks," she mumbled to herself in between bites of her Cheerios, "Bet they're all down there having fun, probably kicking ass and what am I doing? Sitting on my butt eating cereal. Allison Argent, some great Hunter I am…" But her dad and Lydia were both right, if she ended up overexerting herself and then had to go back to the hospital, she'd only be worse off. Still… couldn't one of them have stayed behind to keep her company? Hell she'd even take Malia at this point, the one she knew the least… the two of them could have found something in common with each other right? She looked around the empty apartment, suddenly missing her mom. If Mom were still here, they'd go have a girl's day or something, just the two of them. Mom would know how to cheer her up. Allison sniffled, taking an aggressive bite of Cheerios, "Don't think about Mom… it will only make it worse. I can… I can do this," she whispered to herself.

As she finished her bowl and dropped it off in the sink, Allison went into her bathroom, pulling open the cabinet. After her mom had died, her and Dad had gone through everything and Allison had made sure to keep the few bottles of nail polish her mom used to love. She had half a mind to never ever use them, hold onto them forever. But then they'd dry up and go to waste; so instead, she'd save them for special occasions; times like this when she really missed her, or on her birthday. Besides, she knew the names of each polish, she could order more whenever she ran low. Carefully, Allison reached up and grabbed the shimmery purple color.

"I love you Mom," she whispered, wiping her eyes. She hurried back out to the couch, clearing a spot on the coffee table to perch her feet on. Then she started brushing the deep color onto her fingernails, telling Victoria all about how things have been since she died. By the time she finished both hands, Allison was feeling a lot better; even if she knew her mom was watching over her, it helped to talk as if she was sitting on the couch with her. A weight had been lifted from her chest and Allison leaned back against the cushions, eyes closing. Everyone would be back in a few days and life would go back to normal- or what passed as normal in Beacon Hills. She just had to take it one day at a time.