SUCCUMB
CHAPTER XII - ALLISON
Allison breathed in deep as she hid a small holster on her waist, tucking a few loose ends of her checkered red blouse. She checked herself in the mirror, turning around to see different angles to make sure that the holster and the small flashbang grenade would be remain unnoticeable to an ocean of drunken teenagers in the dim light even if she would have to go around the loft, to search the place in case of any invaders plotting to take revenge on Aiden and Ethan no matter how justified the cause.
"Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-même." Allison chanted her code in a way similar to a mantra or a prayer. In a way, she drew strength from her code as much as it stopped her from doing what she felt like doing. Releasing a breath of air she didn't know she was holding in, Allison realized that for some reason she was dreading the moment she would have to use the flashbang grenade.
Mentally chiding herself, Allison didn't know exactly why she was feeling so helpless and scared and nervous about a simple witness protection operation. It wasn't logical in any way because she's seen her father go the same thing over and over again. Recalling a time, Allison remembered that she's successfully planned and executed a witness protection operation.
Allison remembered France and recounted the time she finished the majority of her training with her French cousins when there was a situation. It turns out, a human French governor was part of an old family, a werewolf pack much like the Hales, and her reformed cousins aligned themselves with the Lorraines, protecting the unknowing governor against the threat of being killed and sparking a war between the two old families.
Allison remembered a ball held in the name of the feast day of the town's patron saint. Although the memory would sometimes escape her and would often come blurry each time she'd try to remember, Allison recalled having taken all the security measures to protect the governor who remained unaware of the threat looming to take his life to start a war that would devastate the residents of the town, humans and supernatural alike.
So, Allison was lost, in the end. She was nervous, but she didn't know exactly why she was feeling that way. It wasn't like it was her first witness protection operation where someone's life was in her hands. And to be fair and honest, Allison had an advantage this time—Aiden and Ethan are not only aware of the threat they're facing but are also armed and experienced. They're werewolves with years of fighting to define them.
So, Allison had to ask herself, what was she truly afraid of? It wasn't her to allow her judgement to be clouded with the possibility of failure. No, Allison knew to herself that if anything went wrong, she would go along protocol and practice: be emotionally unattached to clean up their act. Mourn later and act now. That was the plan if anything went south and yet Allison is already mourning despite the lack of failure.
Gritting her teeth, Allison grabbed a knife near her and practiced swiping and jabbing. She hated feeling like that, she hated how her judgement is so clouded and she's so emotionally attached to the people she'll have to protect. She hated how she was so incapable of focusing on the mission that she couldn't like the leader she was supposed to be.
Allison knew to herself that nobody asked her to take the lead on this, that nobody coerced her to volunteer to take the position on leading them throughout the night. She made that decision on her own, no one influenced that choice she made yet she found herself with this feeling that weighed down at her stomach. She wanted to bail and knowing her friends, they'll understand her but that will only make the feeling worse. Allison will also have to live with the guilt of knowing she didn't do anything when she swore she would.
Placing the knife down, Allison stopped and continued to look at herself in the mirror, suddenly unfamiliar with the reflection she saw.
A tear escaped her eye and Allison furiously wiped it away, hating the way she felt, being so irrational when she should be taking everything unattached and unemotionally because she has to. There wasn't a question on whether or not she should. She should be there. Her friends are counting on her to show up and lead them but there was a feeling that she just couldn't. It was like there was this boundary that stopped her from being who she really is.
And the worse part was that she didn't exactly what that boundary is.
Breathing in deep, Allison stepped away from the mirror and crossed her room, heading towards her nightstand where her phone and car keys sat inside a small velvet box. Checking her phone, Allison realized that it was almost time for their meet-up at the animal clinic to finalize on their plan, recall on how they'd cover every inch of the room and see if there was anyone with a suspicious attitude waiting to lunge for Aiden and Ethan. Basically to review on their plan—
There was a knock at her door, jarring Allison back to reality when the creaking sound of the door sounded throughout the room, her father smiling at her as he handed her numerous packets of what seemed like mountain ash. "Deaton recommended that we seal off every possible entry and what better way to keep the unwanted supernatural beings out than with mountain ash?" her father joked lightly, probably because he noticed the now-dried tear streak across her face.
Allison, at first, just stared at her father for a few seconds before wordlessly stumbling into his arms, burying her head into his chest, just trying to find comfort as the horrible feeling stormed through her mind and heart. "Dad, I'm scared." She whispered, not knowing exactly what to say next. "What if I mess things up? End up failing Ethan and Aiden—" she was cut off by her father who gave her this look that told her he didn't believe her.
"You do know that it'd okay to feel lost; conflicted." Allison looked up to see her father focused on the wall in front of him like he was reliving a particularly painful memory. "I'm not trying to say that it's easy because its not—you'll have to feel and go through this a million times before your burden becomes lighter to bear." Her father then continued to look across the wall of her bedroom, pain evident in her eyes but she didn't say anything about it. "But it'll eventually feel easier to bear, I promise you."
Looking at her father, Allison slowly lifted her head from his chest to look at him, imagine what he was thinking of exactly. "Dad, the burden of someone's life lying in your hands isn't exactly something that'll eventually become easier to bear!" her father turned to face her before he sighed. A scoff escaped her lips, rolling her eyes at her father. "Dad, this is someone's life! Nothing I do will ever make it easier, not when I know someone's depending on—" she was cut off again, this time by her father leaving to go and stand in between the door frame.
"Allison," he had a serious look on her face and she was quickly reminded of all the time she was in trouble for sneaking out or lying. "You're not fooling anybody and frankly, you don't have a legitimate reason to fool yourself." Allison raised a brow and crossed her arms, her heart still hammering and her gut still weighed heavy, nervous at what was to come at the black light party. "You don't have to lie to yourself about what you feel. You're not scared of failing this, you're scared of seeing the truth because while you need to let Scott go, it doesn't necessarily mean that you're happy with the decision."
There was a moment of silence. The look on her father's face told her that he didn't regret a single word he's said. "Dad, this. . .this is not about Scott." She wanted to say more but she found out that she couldn't and instead of her voice coming out powerfully, like a strong objection that she meant it to be, it came out as a resigned sigh.
Like admitting defeat.
Shaking her head, she just grabbed her car keys and her phone, taking the packets of mountain ash before coming up to her father, kissing his cheek. "You don't have to pretend that this isn't about Scott. You don't have to hide it from him, you don't have to keep it from anyone. Scott? He'll understand why, he's a good kid." He reminded but she shook her head, deciding not to say anything else as she walked towards the living room, seeing her bag laid out on top of the coffee table. Grabbing her bag, Allison released a breath of air she didn't know she was holding in.
Allison went out of the living room and went straight ahead towards the elevator. Suddenly, a memory rang clear in her mind, remembering the last time she was marching like that, she was itching to head into battle after stealing the few weapons Agent McCall had rounded up. A small smile fought to appear on her lips when she's realized that nothing much has changed, the circumstances around that situation and what's happening. In the end, she's still saving a werewolf.
Allison stood in front of the elevator, hesitating on whether or not she should go in just yet, especially when she's heard the floor boards creek under pressure behind her. She realized that her father was standing a few feet behind her. Turning around, she saw him with his arms crossed and a neutral expression was on his face. Sighing, Allison gave a small smile towards her father. "I'll try be home before 11." She promised before turning around, facing the metal doors.
Entering the elevator, Allison marveled at everything that's happened to her, how it's so surreal, so different yet so familiar. A bitter thought passed through her mind when she's realized that it's only her first week back at school and yet she's only had one day that was fairly uneventful.
Thinking back on the past few weeks where she had been doing nothing but listen to Deaton on how to deal with demonic visions of her Aunt Kate now pales in comparison to what she's facing now. Allison didn't know exactly what she and her friends are going to face, whether it's revenge-seeking old foes from Aiden and Ethan's past or something else entirely, but there was heavy and sinking feeling that made itself noticeable to Allison and it was unsettling.
However, before Allison could continue with her pondering, the elevator stopped and the metal doors opened, revealing the parking lot and in front of her was her silver Prius, reflecting the light the LED light bulbs gave. Tightening her hold on the bag's strap, Allison took hold of her car door's handle. It was locked.
Fishing out her car key from her jeans, Allison pressed on a button and a resounding click from the Prius echoed throughout the parking lot, the headlights lighting up for a second, a sign that it's unlocked. Opening the door, Allison slid into the driver's seat and put on her seat belt, her foot pressing on the gas pedal causing her car to surge forward as she drove towards the animal clinic.
The meeting at the animal clinic was short and straight to the point, mainly just a distribution of some equipment and tools they'd be using if ever they'd receive a few gatecrashers, as well as some kind of ear-plugs that looked a lot like hearing aides for the werewolves to help them cope with the loud and booming music playing through the big speakers Danny rented out for the DJ, and comms so that they could talk to one another even though they'll be scattered to stand guard on different points inside the room.
Looking around the loft, Allison knew that even though she never did visit the place much, she's never seen the room hold so much people. She didn't even know that the loft could carry that much people inside it. To her, it honestly felt like all the students of Beacon Hills High School and Devenford Prep were squeezed into this room.
The smell of alcohol was mixed with sweat and neon paint and it made for this overwhelming cocktail of scent that even a human could get sick. At one point, after seeing all the happy party-goers drunk out of their minds, Allison was tempted to grab herself one party cup just to see how being intoxicated would help block out the smell when she saw something that was way more effective than alcohol—by the corner, Scott and Kira were talking to each other, the both of them smiling widely at each other.
Allison wasn't blind. They looked good together. They complimented each other in ways she supposed she couldn't.
Releasing a breath of air she didn't know she was keeping in, Allison continued looking at Scott and Kira when suddenly, he went up to the DJ and suddenly the fast and upbeat club song was gone and replaced a slower paced song started. Scott smiled widely when Kira came up to him, they were talking about something she couldn't really tell but it was obvious that they were enjoying each other's company and now she felt like an intruder, especially when he caught her staring at him.
There was this look of shock on Scott's face and this look of discomfort on Kira's. Allison felt guilty, all of a sudden, feeling like she had ruined this moment between them so she just smiled like how she's been smiling at Scott the past few weeks—with strained lips, a controlled heartbeat, glassy eyes, and a longing heart. But she smiled, nonetheless, raising her hand and hung her arm in the air to resemble some kind of half-wave. It was kind of awkward but it was the best she could manage seeing that she was being sandwiched by people.
In the distance, Scott returned the smile. She could see him breathe in relief, like he finally got the message that she was okay with Kira, with him moving on because she's moved on as well—but she didn't, she wasn't even remotely close to moving on just yet—when she realized that she couldn't breathe. There was this heavy feeling in her chest that was just like a bomb about to explode and she felt claustrophobic that she couldn't breathe with everything that was going on, so she left her bag in a secluded spot near her and left the room, clutching her phone like a lifeline of some sort.
Allison swore, thanking that there was loud music all over that she'd have to shout into her comms for the others to hear her. Her father was right. She wasn't afraid of failing to protect Ethan and Aiden. No, the twins were werewolves who were more than capable of protecting themselves, they just needed the backing of an established pack with a firm and solid alpha as a leader. She wasn't nervous about the witness protection operation, she was scared about seeing the truth because seeing them happy before her eyes gives her no choice but to accept it.
Allison remembered her conversation with her father and she realized that it is about Scott and she didn't like the idea of him moving on.
It was like a blur. Allison didn't realize that she was already at the balcony of the loft with her phone pressed against her ear and her comms were removed but there she was. The ringing was seemed to stretch long but soon, a gruff voice answered from the other side. "Hello? Allison?" the familiar voice of her father sounded from the phone's speakers and brought comfort to her, especially after seeing Scott and Kira exchange glances that made it so obvious that they were together.
Kira's his new anchor, a tiny voice inside her head defended Scott's—probable—new girlfriend. They're supposed to look like they're in love.
At first, Allison didn't answer. She just cried until she realized that she should have done just that before actually calling her father. "Is this about Aiden and Ethan?" her father humored her earlier argument but stopped when the faint sound of the blaring music reached her spot. She shook her head, although she knew that she father couldn't see her. But her silence was enough to tell him that it wasn't about the twins. "This is about Scott, isn't it?" a small sob almost escaped her lips and soon, there was silence from the other side.
"Dad, how do you just turn it off?" she asked, referring to her the mess she called her feelings. "How do you just," a sob escaped her lips causing her to purse her lips together in an effort to keep herself together. "How do I stop loving Scott, to just forget about him and move on? Just stop caring about him and live my own life without ever thinking about him?" the words flew out of her mouth faster than she could even process the words and she was greeted by silence from her father.
At first, Allison paled at what she had just confessed to her father. It was horrible and it wasn't something she was proud of saying but the fact that made it more unbearable was that she couldn't say that she lied. She didn't lie to herself and to her father when she asked about how she could stop loving Scott because she wanted to—she wanted to take the whole world's advice and just stop loving Scott because in the end, she's hurting and after every single romantic-comedy she's watched, she knows that love isn't supposed to be something like that.
So, Allison started rambling on stuff like she didn't mean it or it wasn't supposed to be like that or it's not what it sounds like, or even it's not what you think it is when her father cut her off.
"Allison." Her father's resounding voice, the authority it held, silenced her. Maybe it was out of habit, hearing that usual tone he used whenever he tried to get her attention, and maybe it was because his tone held this level of relating to whatever it was she was actually feeling. "Making a mistake does not mean you're a horrible person just as being a predator doesn't necessarily equate to being a monster." Allison sucked in a breath of air as the sound of the slow song reached her ears and she imagine Scott dancing with Kira.
"Dad, this isn't—I didn't mean it like that," she tried to protest softly, weakly, but it fell on deaf ears.
"No, Allison. You need to hear this yourself. Making a mistake because of what you feel doesn't make you a horrible person—it makes you human; with fault, imperfect." The words rung in Allison's mind as she remembered that day she talked to Scott and found out he didn't have an anchor. She acted, not on impulse and not on her feelings, but every decision she took was on his consideration based on what he needed at that time. Allison sucked in a breath of air. She knew she had to cut him off.
But being needed doesn't necessarily mean being pleasant. In fact, Allison felt like someone was using a shovel to dig out her chest and but intentionally left the pain so she can writhe, to continue suffering in complete agony.
"And to answer your question, you don't. Not completely anyway." Allison heard her father breathe in sharply as if he was remembering something particularly painful. "Do you know how hard it is to mourn your Aunt Kate, knowing everything that she's done?" Allison stopped for a moment, pausing to reflect on how she forgot about the very crisis that plagued her earlier this week. It's like she forgot about being plagued by demonic visions of her Aunt Kate. "How hard it is to try and hate my father for all his manipulating that eventually broke our family and yet I still love him."
Allison took advantage of the pregnant pause that manifested after her father left that question hanging over her head. She understood the loyalty her father had for Gerard considering that the man did raise her father. Without a doubt, much like how she looked up to her Dad, her father idolized Gerard.
Breathing in sharply, Allison remembered her Aunt Kate. That loss had hurt her in a way that she couldn't quite understand. She should be happy because justice is brought to those who longed for it. But then again, she also lost her aunt who took her out on afternoon strolls through the park to buy mint chocolate chip ice cream, the very same Aunt Kate who took her to drive-in theaters to watch a classic like Breakfast at Tiffany's or Dancing in the Rain.
Allison realized that while the world lost a murderer who killed a family of both innocent humans and werewolves, she also lost her aunt who raised her and gave her advice on her first date. Looking back at all her memories, Allison wondered how her father felt losing his only sister and sibling to the machinations and manipulations of Gerard. Realizing the pain of losing someone he loved so much to a man he trusted, Allison's heart ached for her father.
"And your mother, do you think that I don't want to stop hurting? She went against the code because her personal judgement was clouded and because of that. . ." her father trailed off and she knew well what her father meant. They had lost her. "But do not think, for a second, that I want to keep feeling her loss because I don't. I'm human, Allison, and no matter how many times I survive the impossible, it does not mean I am invincible and immune to pain." There was this scratchiness in her father's voice that Allison knew well to be pain and hurt.
So, Allison breathed deep, remembering the pain and how she handled it. In the end, she lost Scott and the trust of most of her friends. "Then how? How do I cope with everything? When will it begin to feel easier to bear? When will I stop hurting?" her voice broke at the last part, that last word because that's how exactly she's feeling at the moment. She's hurting. "I just want to turn it off, Dad. If I could, if I could just do what's logical for me to do, I will but I can't and I need to know how, Dad."
There was a sigh from the other side. "Allison. There is nothing you can do to turn off your feelings. It's not possible for you, for anyone with the emotional capacity to love." The words sounded foreign from her father's voice and it almost felt like she was talking to another person. "And you'll have to go through this about a thousand times before you can actually begin to feel better but there is no way you can turn your feelings off. You just have to face them." Exasperated, Allison pressed a hand against her lips to prevent a sob from sounding.
"And how? How exactly do I face them?" Allison shook her head, a stray tear escaping her eye. "We have this crazy side-effects from the Nemeton haunting us and Scott doesn't have an anchor to keep him in check then Lydia's trying to discover her powers, then there's Kira. . .and Dad, I just don't know what to do with everything that's happening around here and all I can think of is how I'm not fast enough to help them!" she finished her ranting, her chest feeling indescribably lighter.
"It's actually quite funny, how you used the word 'fast'." Her father said through his scratchy voice. "Allison, you can't rush into these things and if you really want to move forward, to finally move on and let all of this go, then you have to stop for a second and take a breather for yourself." Allison didn't know why she did just that, but she relaxed her muscles and breathed in deep. "You need to slow down and take a moment to yourself, go back to where all your misunderstandings started, then you finally talk it all out and resolve whatever problem there is between you two."
Allison tried to think of what her father just said, thinking of how she'd try and make that happen but she felt like she just couldn't. How is she supposed to move on when there's this air of awkwardness around her and Scott while he's together with Kira? "Dad, how is this supposed to help?" she could just imagine how hard it would be for her to move on in life when she's avoiding the person she'd want to be a constant in her days to come.
"Listen, Scott cares about you. There's no doubt about that, Allison, you and I both know it because a love like the one you've had doesn't just fade away. But Scot. . .he's a good kid." Her father hesitated for a second there, as if he was reluctantly admitting yet accepting that Scott always had her best interests in heart. "So talk to him. He'll understand and knowing that boy, he'll overlook whatever it is because he cares about you—"
On the phone, her father answered but she couldn't quite hear it well enough so she raised her voice a tone higher, telling her father to wait for a second because she's going to find a better spot where the music won't blare at it spiked back then when the DJ Danny hired decided to do a more upbeat remix of a song.
Finally getting to a more secluded spot in the terrace, Allison pressed the phone against her ear once more, hearing her father chuckle softly and she could imagine his brows raised at her. "How on Earth does Danny Mahealani keep the party in check enough to stop Derek's neighbors from issuing a noise complaint?" Allison began to wonder, at her father's question, if Derek knew about the small getting together that Stiles and Scott implied.
Looking at the glass where the light barely passed through, Allison doubt that they meant this party as a small get together.
Now looking across the terrace, Allison focused on the few dots of light smearing through the glass of the lower floors' windows and wondered how Derek Hale was okay with a party of this size that was bound to end up getting a noise complaint from teenagers when she's realized that there was this connection with a loud party and a neighbor's noise complaint between her situation with Scott moving on. Thinking more about it, Allison realized that it was the perfect analogy.
She's hurting, much like a neighbor who couldn't sleep because of the loud party going on. She wants to move on and just sleep but she couldn't, not as long as the party keeps going so she has no choice but to issue a noise complaint to stop the party and while she doesn't exactly want to be a killjoy or something, she needs to think about herself in the long run.
"I'm going to complain." Allison muttered to herself, determined to do what she needs to do. She needs to talk to Scott. She's hold off for so long and she realized that pushing him in that direction, it's not enough. There's still tension, this metaphorical elephant in the room that both she and Scott need to address properly before they could ever move on with their lives. Breathing in, Allison realizes that they owe that to themselves.
There was this silence from the phone before a nervous chuckle sounded that came out as a confused exclamation. "Honey, the neighbors are the ones supposed to issue the noise complaint to stop the party, not the people who threw one in the first place." Her father explained but Allison shook her head despite knowing the fact that her father couldn't quite see her doing that.
"No, Dad, you're right. Scott and I, we've rushed thing right from the start of this week and we need to talk about this. We need to," Allison breathed in deep, remembering her father's words earlier. "We need to slow down, take a moment to ourselves, go back to where everything got so messed up, and finally talk about the problem between us." There was a satisfied hum from the other side of the phone and Allison could tell that her father was quite happy with himself.
"Alright then. I love you, Allison. I'm proud of you." Her father said before hanging up.
Following suit, Allison withdrew the phone from her ear and tucked it in inside one of her jeans' pockets, looking around to find her bag when she remembered that she left it behind a small coffee table near her original post before she stormed out outside to talk to her father. Placing the comms back into her ears, snug much like earbuds, Allison winced when she heard the loud and upbeat party music that rang from her comms.
Heading back inside, Allison was greeted by the scent of the neon pain, the bright and flashing neon lights, the smell of alcohol mixed with the scent of pain and sweat. It was an overwhelming cocktail that made Allison uneasy but she expertly dodged through the people, going straight for her earlier spot where she, as expected, found her bag still hidden behind a small table, all her stuff remained intact and accounted for when she remembered her real mission.
She needed to find Scott, finally talk about what's happening between them.
However, when her eyes scanned along the crowd of people, she failed to see Scott and Kira together. Looking around, she saw one vantage point—the top of the spiral stairs leading up to the second floor which people hardly paid any attention to. Moving fast towards the spiral staircase, Allison bumped into someone on the way. "Sorry, sorry. I didn't meant to—Isaac? Kira?" she asked when she looked up, stopping her little search for Scott to take a look at the two.
"Hey." Isaac offered a small smile before his vigilante expression changed and morphed into something more concerned and worried, as if something was definitely wrong. "Allison, what's wrong? Your chemo-signals, they're off. What happened?" he asked straight to the point but she shook her head, looking over her shoulder and around the room trying to find Scott when she turned to face Kira.
"Hey, Kira, have you seen Scott?" Kira smiled at her before pointing at Scott at the bottom of the spiral staircase, holding a small red party cup that she knew he didn't drink from. "Oh, thanks, Kira." Allison gave a tight smile before dodging and fighting through the crowd, inevitably reaching Scott, whose face lit up like a child on Christmas being told he was allowed to open a gift.
Standing up from the foot of the spiral staircase, Scott brushed off the imaginary dust that probably coated his pants and smiled at her warmly, making it harder for her to actually go on with her plan but her will remained firm and strong as ever. "Allison!" he smiled and she mirrored that, giving him a small wave. "Hey, can we come up for a second, I need your help on something a bit important." Scott smiled sheepishly but Allison's stomach fell.
Looking over her shoulder, Allison pointed beyond the windows from where the DJ was set up. "I was actually hoping that we could talk about something outside. In private. I need to tell you something." Scott's enthusiasm visibly deflated but he smiled again, pointing to a room upstairs which Allison remembered to be the place where she found Scott in the middle of a crisis with both his mental and physical health where she had to play nurse the second time.
"No, this will be real quick. I promise!" he raised his right hand and Allison suppressed a laughter from escaping her lips. "It's really important." Allison raised her brow and began wondering what was so important that Scott had to tell her right now despite having all the time in the world earlier to tell her. "It's something I have, er, for Kira and I really would like to have your opinion on it." Allison wasn't exactly sure on how she's supposed to respond to that but she knew that if she was going to talk about letting go, this was the situation to go with.
"Okay. Fine, but we seriously need to talk, Scott." Allison followed Scott upstairs, leading her to the room where she once found Scott and the way she had actually came through to him was by bringing his parents watch to him. "So, what's going on here?" Allison asked, watching as Scott fiddled with a key to open the locked door and she half-expected the room to be still stained with blood when Scott just chuckled.
"I just need your help and your opinion." The door clicked, telling them that it's unlocked. Scott opened the door but she couldn't see anything but the dim light. Gesturing for her to go first, Allison stepped in front and gasped when she saw rectangular cuts of colored paper hung in the air using neon-colored yarn that was taped to the ceilings. Each of the pieces of papers had this silver ink that spelled out her name and she carefully turned towards Scott who now held onto a bouquet of flowers.
"Scott, what is all of this?" she asked, too afraid to know what exactly it was.
"This is. . ." Scott pointed all around the room, placing the bouquet of assorted flowers on the bed beside them. "This is all for you." The candle lights and the soft music playing from the mp3 dock, Allison realized that the room was sound proof.
"But isn't this supposed to be for Kira? She is your girlfriend, Scott." Allison was afraid to jump into conclusions but Scott shook his head as tried to say something but failed to. After a few moments of the soft music playing, Scott reached into his pocket and threw out a series of cue cards, carrying the signature hand-writing of his best friend, Stiles.
"Allison, nothing had changed. What I feel for you, how I feel, it's all the same and I knew, when you gave me the watch." Scott took her hands and lead her towards the middle of the room where a note was hanging significantly lower than the other cuts of papers. On it was golden watch and a silver bow. Allison watched Scott as he smiled, taking a remote from near him and lowering the music volume down.
To Allison, it didn't quite matter.
The music was blaring and the paint was distracting but Allison only had her eyes on the man in front of her. It was like they had their own little world and that they were alone. No one else but them. "Why? But Kira is your anchor, I mean, being with her keeps. you in control of your wer—" Allison was promptly cut off with Scott's lips planted on her own.
Scott pulled away, his breathing was a bit ragged as if he breathed air for the first time. "When will you understand that I will put you first?" Allison could only stare at Scott, not knowing that a tear streamed through her cheek until he wiped it with his thumb. "This is the last time I'm ever going to let you cry," and yet another tear fell from her eye as she looked away despite Scott's hands cupping her face.
"But why—"
Allison was cut off again, this time when Scott gently turned her face to his. "Because it's you. It's always been you. I love you, Allison. Allison Argent, and I will love you until," he paused, looking at her eyes, seemingly lost. "Until. . .the end of my days." His voice grew firm as doubt was erased from his tone. "Until the end of time. Always."
There it is. Allison and Scott are finally together again.
However, now that we've answered the question of whether or not they'll get back together, we move on to the next mind-boggling one: will they stay together?
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