1. Five Finger Death Punch- Far From Home
First song for Scott/Allison, Djinn idea inspired by Supernatural.
Scott rushed through a dark house, running as hard as he could but not going anywhere; the hallway just continued to loom in front of him. He let out a frustrated growl, Allison was at the end of the hall, he knew it! But he just couldn't get there… As he stopped to think of a plan, doors suddenly appeared along the hallway. 'What now?' he thought to himself, steeling his nerves as the doors all creaked open. Vague, Allison-like figures appeared, dull colorless eyes and evil grins on their faces.
"You won't stop me," he whispered, shifting as the first group shambled closer. If the Djinn thought that he'd be afraid of hurting these weak copies of Allison, he was about to learn! As if he would be fooled by their sooty scent- they weren't Allison! Scott easily tore through the first wave, the zombie-like shapes exploding into clouds of ash as his claws split their skin. The Alpha pushed forward, ferociously slashing at his attackers- they weren't even able to hurt him, they were only attempts at slowing him down. But at least now the hall wasn't forever expanding, he was making progress! Allison was trapped and he needed to save her! No way was he going to let the Djinn have her! He'd sworn to protect her, when her own strength just wasn't enough. He flashed back to Deaton's words, his Emissary warning him about the dangers of the Djinn. Right now, Allison was stuck in a dream, the Djinn sapping her lifeforce slowly. But if he could just get to her… convince her that she was dreaming… he'd be able to save her. Of course the Djinn was making it hard, he wouldn't give up his prey so easily; Scott wasn't going to give up though, Allison was the love of his life and he'd do whatever it took. So he continued to push his way towards the end of the hall, towards Allison, behind the only closed door.
Meanwhile, Allison was in a bright living room, sitting with Scott and laughing at the television. Her cheeks were hurting from laughing so much- she hadn't been this relaxed in a long time! Gosh it felt like a lifetime ago that her and Scott had fought the Alpha Pack. But lately, things in Beacon Hills had been so quiet- it was wonderful! The peace was broken when the door to the kitchen suddenly crashed open and someone tumbled into the room.
"S-Scott?" she mumbled, taken by surprise. How couldn't Scott be over there when… Suddenly she was on her feet, a dagger in her hands- damn these past few weeks of relaxing had dimmed her reflexes! Normally she would have already had the imposter pinned down and at her mercy! Allison leapt over the table, dagger raised, when the imposter called out her name, telling her to wake up. Wake up? And why hadn't the real Scott leapt into action? He was still just sitting on the couch. Something… something was wrong here… She looked back up at the imposter and he flashed his eyes at her.
"Allison, you have to wake up."
Just like that, everything came rushing back to her- they were on a hunt. A Djinn, they were after a Djinn, had tracked him to an old, rundown house. It had been her, Scott, and her dad that went in first, hoping to find the Djinn and keep him pinned down until the others showed up. Somehow… he'd gotten through their line and snuck up behind her, injected her with something. The next thing Allison remembered was just being… here, with Scott. God, it had felt like weeks! But it had never been Scott, just a poor imitation of him. Looking back now she realized how obvious it had been. As she stared at Scott, the real Scott, with his glowing eyes, Allison recalled the last few 'weeks' and how, not once, had Scott flashed his eyes. Because he couldn't, he wasn't real; Djinn's couldn't mimic another supernatural creature's abilities. Everything had been too happy- life was never this easy! Especially not when you were a Hunter dating a True Alpha. She looked back at the fake Scott and saw that his features were blurring- the Djinn was losing his hold over her now that she remembered the truth. The real Scott rushed forward and took her hand and the contact jolted Allison awake. Allison groaned as she lifted her heavy lids, gasping in pain at a sharp pinch along the nape of her neck.
"Sorry, just my claws," Scott whispered, pulling her to his chest. He called out to the rest of the group, letting them know that Allison was clear and it was safe to finish off the Djinn.
Allison leaned back, thankful that Scott had learned how to do the mind-entering thing… otherwise she might have been trapped forever. But Scott had rescued her, entered her mind to find her and bring her back. Vaguely, she became aware of all the background noise, loud growls, some gunshots, screaming. The others must have pinned down the Djinn, just waiting on Scott to alert them on Allison's safety. Before the fight was even over, Scott was carrying her back out to the car- wow she felt really weak right now. She'd only been under his spell for what… an hour at most, depending on how long it had taken back-up to arrive and for Scott to wake her up. But Allison was absolutely drained…. It didn't matter though, she was safe in Scott's arms, nothing bad would happen to her there.
