The sudden and harsh sunlight caused her eyes to snap back shut, a splitting headache revealing itself to her. She rubbed the crust away from her eyes then openned them much, much slower. It was still a little painful but she resisted the urge to shut her eyes again.

She didn't see the interior of her bedroom like she was used to. She wasn't in her bed either. She tried her best to piece together what had happened the previous night. The only thing she remembered was shots and beer pong. There was a horrible taste in her mouth but she knew it must've been from her puking.

It wasn't until she noticed she was wearing a shirt that wasn't hers that she began to freak out. It was a guy's shirt and she didn't have any guy's shirts. A too large Star Wars t shirt.

'Did I sleep with someone?' She picked at her brain, trying again to remember. 'Oh God, I hope it wasn't one of Jackson's roid freak buddies.' Her eyes grew wide in realisation. 'My dad has got to be furious.' Her head fell back against the pillow again and she sucked in a huge breath...

...then it hit her. The smell. She knew the smell. Allison stuck her nose into the shirt and the scent was the same. She knew who's bed she was in.

She sprung to a sitting position.

"Stiles?" Her eyes were wide. She nearly screamed when he sprung forward in a familiar sitting position.

"What?" He asked from his position on the floor next to the bed. "Do you need the trashcan again?" He asked, his eyes were wide. When she didn't answer he rushed to the bathroom and got it.

Without really thinking she accepted the trash can. He watched as she sat silently trying to remember what led her to this situation when suddenly her eye lids rose and she quickly stuck her face into the trash can.

Stiles greened at the sound of her puking. The smell hit him so strongly it almost made him puke.

He found the empty glass that she had been drinking from last night and took it to the bathroom where he filled it and collected two asprin from his medicine cabinet.

"Here." He said upon his return as they exchanged the trash can for the water and pills. "Something to help with the hangover."

She replied with a low "Thank you." As he took the trash can back to the bathroom and changed the bag.

When he returned he took a seat on the floor facing Allison who was now seated on the side of the bed.

"You okay?" He asked as he crossed his legs.

"Yeah. Um... what happened last night?" She asked already dreading the answer.

"The most dreaded four worded question ever." He joked. "Don't worry, nothing too bad. Lydia texted Scott and I and we picked you up from her place. We brought you here and told your dad you stayed at Lydia's because you didn't want to go home last night." He explained and could almost see the pressure lift from her shoulders. "Anyway, I can take you home, you probably want to sleep in your own bed."

"Actually, is it okay if I stick around here for a while?" Her question caught Stiles by complete surprise.

"Uh, yea, sure, of course." He almost fumbled his words.

"Could I borrow some mouthwash I really wanna get this puke taste out of my mouth." She joked to lighten the room.

"Even better." He said before getting up and running to the hall closet and returning with a fresh toothbrush. "Still in the packaging." He wagged it a little causing her to giggle. "Here ya go." He handed it over and exasperatedly motioned toward the bathroom.

Allison stopped halfway to the bathroom and turned to Stiles. "Hey, did anything happen, besides me puking last night?" She asked, face already threatening to turn red.

Stiles gave a thoughful expression before answering. "Um, no not really."

She sighed in relief but that answer didn't exactly eradicate her worry. She still wondered how she ended up wearing Stiles' t-shirt and pajama pants, and where exactly her clothes went. Or why she was at Stiles' house instead of them leaving her with Lydia and not having to lie to her dad and step-mom.

She trusted Stiles, she can't think of when she began to trust him but she did and she wouldn't allow herself to worry even if the situation was a little sketchy. She just knew Stiles' reasons were just.

"Thank God." She sighed before proceeding into the bathroom, toothbrush in hand.

Allison shut the door behind her so she could use the toilet. Once finished she stood up at the sink.

When she looked up into the mirror she began to remember something. It must've been from the previous night.

[Flashback]

Allison stood at the mirror using the sink to support herself as the room spun relentlessly and the lights flared at her angrily.

She focused on her own reflection to try and steady herself. Her hair was a mess, her cheeks were flushed and she had a large stream of puke down her shirt. She looked down at herself and spotted more on her jeans.

"Okay." Stiles' sudden voice caused her to startle and slip. He caught her from behind and helped her stand once more. "You okay?" She remembered not being able to speak because his breath brushed the back of her neck.

"Mhmm." She hummed instead.

"These are the closest clothes to your size that I have." He sat some items on the closed toilet lid. "Here. I'll help." He helped her get her shirt off and covered his eyes before her bra came into view.

She remembered holding onto the sink with one hand while she removed her jeans.

"Stiles." She spoke and grabbed ahold of his hand to lower it from his eyes. "How do I look?"

She was wearing only underwear when he openned his eyes. Stiles swallowed so hard she could hear it, unable to tear his eyes away. "My God." He whispered. "Allison." She remembered shivering at the mention of her name. "Allison what are you doing?" He stepped back. "You're drunk." He turned away. "God I wish this was real but..."

"Stiles, I am real. Just reach out and touch me." She said slowly.

"I know you're real, but this.. isn't real."

"Stiles..." She whispered as he walked toward her.

"Let's just get you covered up." He said grabbing the shirt he brought inside with him. She reluctantly allowed him to help her dress in the clothing. "Okay let's get you to bed." He led her out of the bathroom.

[End Flashback]

She was breathing hard when she remembered it all. It felt like it was happening to her as she stood there alone now. She had butterflies in her stomach now. For Stiles? At least now she knew why she wore his clothes.

She found Stiles in the kitchen. When he saw her, he opened his arms from behind the table to show off a selection of cereal.

"What's this?" She asked in a delighful tone.

"Well, I figured you were hungry and the only things I'm capable of making without burning are ice and cereal. And as delicious as my ice can be, we probably want to eat something now."

She couldn't help the histerical laugh she let out.

"So..." He continued after the laugh. "Qu'est-ce qu'il serait?(What will it be?)" He asked in french.

"Anything but the Cheerios." She laughed.

"Fruity Pebbles it is." He said and put the rest away.

As they ate they talked about Stiles' progress and how much better he could control the shift. Of course he wouldn't tell her that she was the reason he could control it so well. He just told her that the Hales' training was helping.

Every little thing Stiles did made her think about the memory from last night. She remembered hearing once that when a person gets drunk they show their true colors. Was she really that into Stiles? Or is she just a slut who doesn't really know. If her thoughts were anything to go by she was leaning toward the former. Allison didn't know how to take it so she tried to distract herself from her thoughts.

"Hey I'm sorry about everything. I should have kept a leveled head, I should've known better than to drink so much. You shouldn't have had to look after me so much." Allison became bashful while she spoke.

"No, it's fine. It wasn't the first time." He brushed it off.

"What do you mean?"

"Well it's... after my mom died my dad couldn't come to terms with it, not sober anyway. He spent all of his down time drinking and he was even caught drinking on the job more than once. I guess he was trying to forget that she wasn't there... here." He corrected himself. Stiles got a distant look for a moment. Allison touched his arm and he seemed to snap back into the story. "Uhm... ehem anyway he's alot better now. He hasn't touched a drink in years. I just used to hope that I'd never have to go through that again... but this time..." He looked at her. "This time it was you. I had to help you."

"Stiles, I'm so sorry. If I had known..."

"Allison, there's no way you could have known."

"You could have left me at Lydia's house, why didn't you? It would have been easier.. for everyone." She suggested.

"No, I couldn't."

"Why? Why not?" She asked almost tearing her hair out in anticipation.

"Because I don't trust Jackson. The guys a tool sober, there's no telling what he's like drunk. And I didn't trust Lydia to..." He stopped himself abruptly.

"What?" She almost screamed but managed to keep her voice soft. "You didn't trust her to do what?"

"To keep you safe." He said in a low voice.

There it was, the answer to all of her questions. She wasn't sure if it was the answer she wanted or not. She knew exactly what he wanted to say. He wanted to keep her safe when she wasn't able to protect her self.

Allison took his hand in hers. "Stiles." She said and he looked at her. As soon as their eyes locked she kissed him.

She was as quick as a snake striking it's prey. He was surprised by the action that seemed to linger for about half a minute (to him at least). He couldn't help the fireworks that exploded behind his eye lids. It was so much more than he ever thought was possible but somehow he couldn't find the words to explain it to himself.

Allison redened as she pulled away and Stiles huffed as he tried to speak. His eye lids remained shut for a few seconds afterward. "H.. W... what was that for?" He asked slowly.

"To say thank you." She said after gulping. "For helping me, and protecting me, and just being you."

Stiles stared on at her for a while after she finished talking before he could reply. "Have you been drinking again?" He asked and she couldn't help her heavy laughter.

"No, Stiles. I haven't been drinking again." She smiled.

"But if you haven't been drinking then.. that would mean... you like me?" His voice had an odd tone as he frased the statement as a question. He looked at her with an expression that was a mixture of shock, question, and wonder.

"Maybe this'll help you understand." She said as she leaned toward him for another kiss.

She was so close she could feel his breath when he backed away leaving her in utter shock that slowly turned into embarrassment.

Stiles hadn't noticed, he was too busy trying to focus when she looked at him expectantly.

"Scott's coming." He said.

She didn't have time to react before they heard keys from the other side of the door.

To Stiles' surprise Allison ran for the stair. He heard his bedroom door shut just as the front door opened.

Still confused Stiles greeted his best friend. "Hey man, what's going on?"

Scott pat Stiles' back as he walked by him to get to the fridge. He reached inside for an orange and began peeling it. "I was coming to check up on you. How'd it go last night?"

"Well..." Just as Stiles began to speak he heard Allison's low voice.

"Tell him I'm still asleep." She spoke low and he realised she was speaking to him. She knew he'd hear her. And in case Scott asked she wanted Stiles to say she was still sleeping. Suddenly it dawned on him. The reason she ran when Scott came; she was still wearing some of Stiles' clothes and she didn't want him to get any ideas.

"It was fine. Nothing too bad." Stiles shrugged out his lie.

"Let's hope tonight goes as well." Scott took his first bite of the orange.

"Tonight?" Stiles looked confused.

"There's a full moon tonight."

"Oh." Stiles sighed. "I forgot about that."

"You feeling anything?"

"No, I'm good." He gave a nonchalant expression.

"Good. Allison's still here right?"

"Yeah, she's still sleeping."

"Maybe we should keep her close tonight... help you keep control."

"That's a good idea." Stiles looked surprised.

"Don't look so shocked, I am pretty smart."

"Yea, yea." Stiles waved him off. "I'm gonna go make sure Allison didn't puke anywhere."

"I've gotta go anyway. I have to be at work in ten minutes, I'll be back here before sundown though."

"Alright, I'll see you later, dude." Stiles spoke.

"See ya." Were Scotts last words before he left.

Stiles found Allison sitting on the bed using her cellphone.

"Is he gone?" She asked looking up from the phone.

Stiles listened for the sound of Scott's bicycle as he rode away. "Yeah, he's gone." She replied with a nod. "Hey, are you gonna be around later?" He asked.

"Uhm.. I'm not sure. You want me to stick around for the full moon?"

"Yea, just as a precaution. Hopefully you wont have to shoot me."

"Hopefully." She giggled. "Sure, I'll stick around."

The room grew silent quickly and Stiles could almost choke on the awkwardness. Allison was too busy on her phone to notice. He stood there swinging his arms back and fourth trying to think of something to say. Allison finally put down her phone and looked at him.

"Hey, are you okay? You look kind of weird."

"Uhm yea." Stiles coughed. "Yea I'm fine, I'm great. Uh, I was just gonna say that your clothes are downstairs. I washed them because of the uhh... the puke and.. all that."

"Uhm.. ok." Allison eyed stiles suspiciously.

"I'll get them for you." Stiles rushed out of the room. He took a deep breath and scolded himself for being so weird.

Allison shrugged the weirdness off and decided it must be because the full moon was so close.

As she laid back and closed her eyes she fell into another memory from the night before.

[Flashback]

"Stiles?" She called to him.

"Hmm?" He answered with a blissfull tone to match hers.

"Can you sing to me?"

"What!" Stiles' eyes sprang open. "Sing?"

"Mhmm. My mom used to sing me to sleep sometimes when I wasn't feeling good."

Allison was still wearing her own clothes so this must have been before the last flashback.

Stiles' voice got raspy as he spoke. "I.. I-I'm not much of a singer."

"But please?" She dragged out the ending of the word please like a child. She held it so long that it got annoying.

"Hey, okay. Okay. What song?" He sighed in defeat.

"I don't know." She said in a very kidish voice again.

"Of course you don't." He mentally facepalmed. Stiles sat in silence trying to think of a song. He wanted to make sure to choose something that wouldn't get him laughed at.

"Stiles.." She called impatiently.

"Okay... I have one." He sighed. Stiles took a few deep breaths to steady his beating heart. "Ehem." He cleared his throat nervously. "I woke up, I was stuck in a dream." He started slowly and made sure to keep his voice low. "You were there, you were tearing up everything. We all know how to fake it, baby. We all know what we've done."

Listening back now Allison couldn't help but notice how nice his singing voice was. Inside the flashback however she was still slighly drunk.

Drunk Allison tried to hum along to the song but she was far off key.

"We must be killers, children of the wild ones." Stiles sang on. "Killers, where we got left to run?"

"I really like your song." Allison cut his singing short.

"I really like your background vocals." He said and Allison remembered feeling a sudden fuzzy feeling. She sat forward to look at Stiles but the sudden motion made her feel sick.

"Stiles?" She called just as she erupted, painting Stiles' jeans in puke. "I'm sorry.. I'm so sor..." her words fell short as another wave hit.

"It's okay. He said as he held her hair up for her and helped her to the bathroom. "These pants where already dirty anyway."

[End Flashback]

As Stiles walked into the room holding Allison's fresh clothes she surprised him with a kiss. She couldn't help the fire that lit in her stomach at the thought of that flashback. The thought of him singing for her and not making a big deal out of her.. misfortunate situation.

Stiles didn't know what was going but he was too busy enjoying the kiss.

As they pulled apart Stiles smiled harder than he ever had before. "What was that for?" He asked in a sighing tone.

"I don't know. I guess I just really wanted to kiss you." She smiled at him.

A/N: The song if anyone wants to hear it is called: We Must Be Killers, by Mikky Ekko

Thank you for reading.