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The phone call woke them both up the next morning, bolting up in bed; Allison sucks in a breath, then realizes it's her phone ringing minutes later as she gets up to cross the room.
"Hello?" Allison asks, her voice too loud in the quiet darkness of her room, and then a lamp is shining as Isaac turns to watch her.
"Is this Allison Argent?" Whoever's on the other side of the phone sounds official, and she's nervously chewing on her bottom lip.
"Yes, this is."
"Ms. Argent, I'm Linda White from the Beacon Hills Hospital."
"Is my dad okay?" Allison interrupts her before the woman can finish what she was about to say.
"Your father is perfectly fine. In fact he's woken up." Linda continues talking, but after that Allison stops listening. She feels her phone slip from her fingers and then she's on the ground and she can't tell if this is a dream or if it's real and then she hears the soft hum of Isaac's voice as he catches her phone and he's beside her. She hugs him tightly, holding on as if her life depended on it.
He sets the phone on the floor as he holds her in his arms, and she whispers to him, tears in her eyes. "Please tell me this is real. Please Isaac."
He cups her face in his hands, and nods. "It's real. One of the nurses was doing rounds and he had woken up. They said we could come in later today and see him."
Allison's brown eyes met Isaac's blue eyes, and she was so grateful for him, for everything he had done. "Thank you, Isaac…for everything, for coming when I called, for keeping me around when I was checking out. I don't know what I would've done without you."
"You would've done the same for me." He tells her, because he could bet his life on it. In terms of friendship, they've come a long way, and he's learned so much over the last few weeks. But he remembers his father's voice one night after he had been locked in the freezer. Who will ever want to love you? You're a disgrace!
He almost wishes his father were alive so he could tell him:
She could.
He helps Allison stand and he pulls on her arm, gently directing her back to the bed. "Come on, Allison. Let's go back to sleep, when you wake up again, we'll go see him." She nods and follows him, leaving her phone behind on the floor.
When they're tangled up in each other, he smiles softly, "I'm actually the one that owes you. You showed me what it means to be normal, whatever that means. You showed me what it means to be a family, which is something I haven't seen in a long time. I can see how much you love your dad. Anyone's lucky to have you."
"I sense a 'but' in there somewhere." Allison whispers as she turns in the bed so she can face him.
"Anyone's lucky to have you, but I think my luck has run out." He tells her, and she hears the honesty in his voice, and the corners of her mouth turn down.
"I think you're wrong." She tells him as she nudges closer to him. "Without you, I would've fallen apart. You could've left me alone because I tried to kill you, but you didn't. I'm lucky to have you, Isaac."
He falls asleep with a smile on his lips, and Allison in his arms.
The next morning they're both wide-awake, though they only slept a few hours each. Allison's nervous habit is in full force, and the only thing keeping her calm is Isaac's hand on hers as he pulls into the hospital parking lot. After he parks the car he wants to say something, anything, but he's afraid of how things will change now. He wants her to tell him that nothing will change, a simple lie that would calm him, but he says nothing.
She squeezes her hand, lacing her fingers through his. "Isaac." She says softly, to get his attention. Allison knows they're both nervous, but before he has a chance to say anything, she leans closer to him and brushes her lips over his lightly, then kisses him. Her lips were soft and took him by surprise, but he returned the small kiss with a gentler one, afraid of hurting her. She smiled at him, and with their foreheads resting against one another's, she whispered, "Nothing will change."
He smiled at her for the words, then kisses her forehead. "We should go." Their fingers laced together as they entered the hospital front doors. Minutes seemed like hours to Allison as she walked down the hallway, each step taking her closer to her father, the only thing keeping her from running down the hall and flinging herself into her father's arms was the warmth of Isaac's hand on hers.
"What if he's sleeping?" Allison can't help but ask. "What if we wake him up? What if he's worse than before? What if he doesn't remember me? Or anything?"
"Allison, it's going to be fine." Isaac tells her. It feels like the millionth time, but he doesn't mind. He'd tell her a million more.
She stops in front of the door, and stares in the room. Isaac stops just behind her, and he feels like he's intruding. Allison breathes, "Dad!" And runs into the room like she's a child again.
"Hey," Chris tells her, and Isaac decides to take this chance to slip away, but before he can, Chris motions for him to come in as well. Hesitating for a second, Isaac enters.
"I don't mean to intrude, Mr. Argent." He begins.
"You're completely fine, Isaac. I wanted to tell you thank you for taking care of my little girl while I was…gone."
"She took care of herself mostly, sir." Isaac says nervously. "You two have a lot of catching up to do, and I'll get something for breakfast."
Allison smiles at him and he matches her smile, and for the first time in a long time, Isaac thinks that he finally has a chance at happiness.
He hears Allison's voice long before he reaches the room, it made him smile hearing her tell Chris mostly everything that had happened. Isaac noticed she had edited out some parts, but for the most part it was true. He stopped outside the door when he heard Chris ask her, "Be honest Allison. Are you and Isaac… together?"
He could picture her face, the way her brow eyes would narrow slightly and she'd chew on her bottom lip, and then how she'd hold her head high in pride, and look her father straight in the eyes. "I'd like to think so. I mean, he hasn't asked." Isaac can hear the raw honesty in Allison's voice as he listens. "And before you say it again, he's not just another werewolf, Dad. He's Isaac, and he's helped me out since you were gone. I was lucky to have his support."
"He could've turned you away. You did try to kill him."
"But he didn't. He stayed with me the whole time, and made sure I was alright. I mean he's getting us breakfast Dad!" Allison's voice is firm and he's proud of her.
He clears his throat loudly and acts like he hadn't heard everything, but Allison's words keep repeating in his head. He's not just another werewolf… he's Isaac. "I've got coffee and doughnuts." Isaac says as he holds up a bag and the tray of cups.
"Good, I'm starving." Allison says, as she takes the bag of doughnuts from him and opens it, handing one to her dad then taking one herself. "Do you know when they'll release you, Dad?"
"Sometime next week, they want to make sure everything's fine, and I'm able to move around." Chris tells her. "Don't worry about me, make sure you keep up on all of your classes."
"Dad. When they say next week, they don't mean tomorrow." Allison tells him, a warning in her tone.
He waves a hand. "Like I said, don't worry about me."
They skip school that day. Allison insists on going, but Isaac reminds her that she probably wouldn't pay attention, and that he doesn't want to get stuck in detention with her again. At his attempt of a joke, she laughs, but the smile doesn't stay on her face for long when her phone rings. "It's Lydia."
"Answer it, then." She does. Lydia wants to know if they're in for the double date later tonight. Allison gives Isaac a questioning look as he grins at her. "Tell her, that I said," he pretends to think for a moment. "Yes."
She passes the words on to Lydia, and he hears Lydia squeal with excitement through the phone.
"You didn't have to do that, you know." Allison tells him after she hangs up.
"I know, but you deserve it." Isaac says. "After everything that's happened we both deserve to be teenagers."
"I feel like we've completely passed the option of being teenagers." Allison says leaning her head on the window. "There's no class you can take on what to do if you have to sacrifice yourself for your parents or what to do in the event you're being hunted by ninjas."
A smile pulls at his mouth. "I think we're managing it just fine."
Later that night Allison paces in her room, as Lydia sits on the bed watching her. "So?"
"Isaac kissed me. Well, I kissed him also, but…" Allison chews nervously on her nails. "What am I supposed to do?"
"Accept it? You are going on a double date tonight." Lydia picks at her nails. "I hope you're not wearing that."
Allison glances down at herself. "What's wrong with my sweater?"
"The fact that it doesn't go with your jeans." Lydia slides off the bed and crosses the room. "Wear a dress, and leggings. These boots would look cute with it." She tells the shifty brunette as she pulls things out of her closet.
"Where are we even going?" Allison asks as she holds up the clothing choices. "Not bowling, right?"
"Right. Jackson tainted the happy memories of bowling." Lydia says as she spins around and faces Allison. "Now hurry up and get dressed. We have to go meet up with Aiden soon, and you have to make sure Isaac doesn't murder him."
"I have to babysit Isaac on our double date?" Allison raises an eyebrow at Lydia, disbelieving the words her redheaded friend said.
"Actually the goal is for you both to be so distracted he won't notice Aiden's there." Lydia smirks, as Allison laughs nervously.
"Was this a plan just to get us together?"
"I think it's about time you both went on a date that didn't involve pizza after homework or saving someone's life. Go out and be a teenager for one night in your life." Lydia tells her as she shoves the clothing choices she made for Allison at her. "Who knows, maybe you'll find out if he's good in bed!"
Lydia's laugher echoed in Allison's ears as she changed. She wondered if the blush would ever leave her cheeks.
Isaac didn't mind one bit that he could feel the warmth of Allison's skin as her leg was pressed up against his. The backseat wasn't very big, but then again he was tall. Allison smiled nervously at him and his hand slipped through hers, their fingers locking together. "Where are we going?" This was the second time he had asked, only for Lydia to turn around in the passenger seat to smile at him and answer, "Somewhere."
He leaned his head back against the headrest, and Allison grinned at him. He didn't mind being with the girls, but Aiden was another story. He didn't trust him, didn't like him, and frankly he hoped he would just take his brother and leave. But he kept his mouth shut, because he wasn't here to start a fight with Aiden. He was here for Allison, like he always would be. Allison leaned her head on his shoulder, and yawned. Wherever they were going it was a little further away. The car ride seemed long, but he didn't mind.
"If I open the door, we could tuck and roll." Allison whispers to him, and he laughs.
"Is this really that bad of a date so far?" He whispers back. He hadn't meant for the word date to slip out, but it had.
"So this is a date!" Allison bites her lip, smiling.
"If you want it to be one." He says.
"I do, but I want to hear you say it." Allison looks at him, awaiting the words.
"Fine." He teases, as he brings their joined hands to his lips, and kisses the back of her hand softly. "I, Isaac Lahey, am on a date with you, Allison Argent. Happy?"
She smiles, and he swears he sees her glowing with happiness. "More than I've been in a long time."
Lydia glances back at them, in the midst of their conversation. They didn't seem to notice, and she didn't want to interrupt. Seeing her best friend happy, made the whole night worth it.
They ended up at a small dinner somewhere in a town outside of Beacon Hills. Lydia had told Allison later it was because it was new, and neither of them had been there before so they could make fresh memories there. The booth was rather small, but no one seemed to mind. Allison tried to cover her nerves by bouncing her leg up and down, but as soon as Isaac lightly set his hand on it, she calmed down and set her hand over his, giving him a quick smile.
Allison had to admit it was awkward, and not Lydia's best plan. It was awkward and silent, because no one spoke much. She figured it was because of the tension between Aiden and Isaac, but she didn't want to bring it up. It didn't matter much anyway, because Lydia and Aiden had left halfway through the dinner, leaving Isaac poking at his food with his fork and Allison nervously glancing at him every once in awhile, hoping he didn't notice.
"So this is pretty…" Allison had said it mostly to herself.
"Awkward." Isaac says, and tries to hide his grin. "I'm going to guess you'll say like me next."
She laughs, and soon he's laughing too. He likes her laugh, because it's the most real and honest thing. He can't remember the last time she's laughed like that since the rave.
"Okay, so maybe I was going to." She admits when their laughter has died down enough for her to talk. "You remembered." She feels oddly touched that he remembers.
"How could I forget? You did admit that you were," Isaac pauses with a smirk pulling at his lips. "Frustrated."
Allison faces him and gasps at his words, laughing again. "Out of everything I've said to you, you bring that up." She shakes her head and pushes her plate away from her. "Are you saying you'd be willing to help with that?"
"Is it a problem for you?" Isaac grins as a blush creeps across her cheeks. "So it is."
"Shut up!" Allison covers his mouth with her hand, biting her lip to keep the nervous smile off her face. "Just, shut up Isaac."
Before he can say something, the sound of someone clearing their throat startles them both, and they realize that Lydia has returned and she's watching them with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Allison realizes that from the way Isaac's back is pressed up against the wall and how she's so close she's nearly sitting in his lap, her hand drops and her face seems to get warmer as her blush returns to her face and the sound of Isaac's voice laughing seems to follow her as Lydia steals the keys from Aiden's pocket as the boys pay for the food and they escape the dinner.
"Where did you disappear to?" Allison asks Lydia as they walk to the car, and from the way Lydia smirks as she unlocks the car door Allison shakes her head. "I totally shouldn't have asked."
Lydia laughs at her reaction. "I could almost bet money that's where you and Mr. Tall and Handsome were going in that dinner booth if I hadn't interrupted. Are you going to get a hot bowl of Isaac in your bed as soon as you're home?"
"No!" Allison answers too quickly and realizes her mistake as she gets into the car behind the passenger seat. "You're probably going to get another round with Aiden though."
"There's no probably, about that." Lydia says as she leans over to start the car then pulls down the visor, revealing the mirror as she double checks her reflection and applies her lip-gloss.
Allison rolls her eyes and looks put the window as she sees the boys leave. "I mean it's not like I don't want to. I just…"
"Things are complicated with your dad." Lydia shoots her earlier excuse back at her.
"Things are just complicated with us." Allison corrects her, as she watches Isaac as they near the car.
"So uncomplicated them." Lydia tells her.
"If I could, we wouldn't have this conversation." Allison tells her as the doors open and Aiden leans across the seats kissing Lydia. Isaac makes a face as Allison and she laughs.
Lydia rolls her eyes and pushes the visor back into its place as Aiden pulls the car out of the parking lot and they head home.
Isaac shakes her awake gently and Allison blinks slowly as she wakes. She hadn't realized that she had fallen asleep, and from the look on Aiden's face, Isaac just decides to carry her in. He has to push her aside to unbuckle his seatbelt and then hers. He slides his arms around her and gently pulls her close to him, holding her bridal style and she laughs softly at the way he holds her so gently as if he could break her. Lydia tells Isaac she'll call Allison later and with that they drive off as soon as he nudges the door closed with his foot. She yawns as her head rests against his chest, and she can hear his every heartbeat moving through her. She slips back into sleep again.