Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital
Allison's POV
Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital, the last place I would take my last breath, and it was fitting.
Hospitals were places where lives began, got better, got worse and ended, and mine was about to end.
As the elevator doors opened on the level the first floor receptionist told me Scott was on, after doing some lying and acting, I walked out of it, heart beating faster than normal.
I found the morgue relatively easy, and...
And the morgue doors suddenly opened, and out came two people, a doctor and a nurse, so I hid behind a corner.
"In the fifteen years I've been working at this hospital," The doctor said in disbelief, footsteps heading away from my direction. "I've seen a lot of strange things, but nothing like this. How long has the body been here?"
"About an hour," The nurse replied. "I called you because, from what I heard, the body spent about a week in a walk-in cooler."
Scott.
"Who's handling the autopsy?" The doctor asked.
"Admin hasn't assigned anyone yet. I was only tasked with overseeing the thawing process."
I waited a moment longer before I moved out of my hiding spot, wondering what awaited me that had the doctor and nurse baffled, and immediately noticed something wrong, well, not really wrong.
My limbs felt heavy, and I was a little tired, the sleeping pills were kicking in.
This was it.
There was no going back after I took the pills, hence I took them right before I left home in case I had second thoughts, because a part of me, the strong young woman that wanted to feel stronger, to be stronger and independent, didn't want to die, she even tried to convince me to change my mind by reasoning Scott wouldn't have wanted this, but I did.
After spending a week under the watchful eye of my family, denied the ability to go out and look for Scott, I was going to do what I wanted to do.
I was tired of doing what I was told.
The morgue doors in front of me, I took a moment to still myself, and nerves, and then opened them and walked in.
A vaguely chemical smell made up of strong cleansers hit me, but I barely noticed because right across from me, laying on his side in a tight fetal position on a table, and melting - well, not him, the ice, was Scott, still in the clothes he wore the last time I saw him.
A wet and sharp sob escaped my mouth even as I cupped it, fresh tears blurring my vision and a sharp pain piercing my heart.
Scott was dead, and he died trying to preserve his body heat in hopes of being found in time.
But left me a message in case he didn't make it, a message I took out of the purse I brought with me with shaky hands as I walked towards him.
"I - I told you," I said, wiping away my tears in vain. "I want anything that lets me be with you."
Seeing Scott like this, I couldn't utter any more words, it was hard.
So, I opened the envelope.
It took some time because I was getting tired, but I did it, and I found a single photo inside.
I took it out.
It was a photo of a door, the lower part of it, and Scott's last words to me engraved into it, with a claw which seemed to have created a hole into the door on the last letter.
'I'm sorry Allison'
Reading the message, I heard Scott's voice.
Three simple words, and yet my heart broke because I knew he would have responded with an apology to what I said.
When Deputy Clarke asked if there was anything Scott would have felt he had to apologize for, I said no.
However, I realized when I was in my bedroom that there were things he needed to apologize for, things I was angry at him for, things he wouldn't have normally done or tolerated.
The fact that he realized it too and used his last strength to apologize made me cry, hard.
I was Scott's last thought.
I moved to hug him one last time, frozen or not, but I couldn't lift my arms to do so, and that's when I noticed that my eyelids were getting harder to open.
I pushed myself to get a nearby table and push it to lay side by side with Scott's, and then I struggled to get on its cold surface, but I managed, and the cold surface woke me up a little, enough for me to put one arm over Scott's even colder form.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," I whispered with a shiver, looking at him. "But I am doing it. Why? Because I love you. And I forgive you."
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Boyd's POV
"Do you smell that?" Peter asked me as we entered the hospital.
"Do I smell what?" I inquired, because I smelled everything, and the mixture of the scents was sickening and disorienting, and shockingly, the scents were worse than those I found at school.
Peter looked at me for a moment, I raised an eyebrow at him, and he stopped, so I stopped too.
"This is a place where people who are sick and dying are concentrated," He said. "And so are their scents. You'll smell all kinds of sicknesses and, most definitely, the sickening sweet scent of death.
Do your best to identify as many scents as you can, be they pleasant or disgusting, and commit them to memory. Never forget them, they may save your life one day, or work in your favor.
When you become overwhelmed, find a scent you like the most and focus on it. Right now, I need you to focus on a particular scent and follow it."
"What's the scent?" I asked, and welcomed the advice.
"Have you met Allison?"
"You want me to find Allison's scent?"
"Yes. I think I smelled it when we entered, but I lost it."
"I don't really know her scent."
"If you've met her or crossed paths with her, your subconscious does," Peter assured me confidently. "Just focus on finding a human scent that smells familiar."
I returned to the entrance and closed my eyes to heighten my focus and sense of smell.
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Peter's POV
Twenty seconds, that was how long it took Boyd to find the scent, and then he followed it to the reception.
I hoped it was the correct one, but hope could only get you so far, so I went to check if Allison's scent was there.
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Boyd's POV
"Good job," Peter complemented me, joining me at the reception. "You found it. Now, let's follow it."
I didn't bother asking why he wanted me to find it when he could do that on his own, instead, I gave myself a mental high five, gave him a nod of acknowledgement and focused on doing exactly what he advised me to do, identify as many scents as I could and commit them to memory, even if most were not so pleasant.
Whatever Peter's reasons were for teaching me how to use my sense of smell, I was sure he didn't know how much being able to do what I just did affected me on an emotional and very personal level.
I wished I had this ability when my missing younger sister Alicia's scent was still at the ice rink.
Why were there no werewolf deputies to help find missing people?
I...
"Whoa," Peter suddenly stopped me by the shoulder.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Look up," He responded, and up, I looked, and found closed elevator doors. "Lesson number two, always be alert and aware of your surroundings. We'll check each floor until we find her scent."
Lesson number two... Peter was teaching me, that was obvious, the why, wasn't, since him and Derek weren't on good terms.
When the elevator doors opened, we entered.
TRANSITION
Argent House
"What are we going to do about Gerard?" Chris asked Victoria in the office.
"What's the best way to eliminate a threat?" Victoria responded with a question, looking him in the eye.
The question surprised Chris, the implication shocked him.
"Victoria..." He began.
"He's a threat, Chris," Victoria cut him off. "Gerard is a threat to you, me and Allison. He's a threat to his own family, our family, a much bigger threat than Scott. I'm not going to let him manipulate and turn us against each other. He started this war, he's going to face it without his little pawns.
Gerard Argent is no longer a part of this family. He doesn't know it yet, but I've disowned him, and we'll feed him to the wolves for what he tried to do. No one messes with my family, let alone my daughter, and gets away with it."
A part of Chris, the part that Gerard trained to always seek his approval, wanted to defend Gerard, but the father he was, the father who was there when his own father tried to manipulate his daughter, and Kate's brother, agreed with Victoria.
TRANSITION
Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital
The sight that greeted Boyd and Peter when they reached the end of Allison's scent was one they never expected.
It was the sight of Allison Argent and Scott McCall laying on their sides, side by side with the former's arm over the latter, and looking at each other, or they would have been if their eyes were opened, but they were not, and one was dead while the other...
"I can't believe it," Peter said, eyes wide in shock as he noticed that Allison's form wasn't moving. "She - she killed herself?"
While Peter was shocked, Boyd was stunned still.
He knew Allison and Scott were secretly dating, Erica made sure to tell the pack when she found out, but he had no idea that their relationship was so strong and intense that Allison killed herself to join Scott on the other side.
"And she did it so symbolically that anyone who came upon the sight would know what happened," Peter really couldn't believe it, but belief didn't matter. "She chose to die by Scott's side over living with her family. She really loved him."
"Wh-what should we do?" Boyd asked, unaware that he was silently crying.
"Give me your phone," Peter replied, holding out his hand, and Boyd moved to do so shakily.
Once Peter had the phone, he went to the camera app, switched it to video and started to record.
"What are you doing?" Boyd questioned, and wiped away the tears when one tailed to his lips, realizing he was crying.
"This right here is the greatest love story Beacon Hills has ever seen," Peter began to narrate, and move towards the still forms of Allison and Scott, the camera on them as Peter moved around. "And it's as great as it is tragic.
Two young star-crossed lovers, Allison Argent, a human from a clan of werewolf hunters, and Scott McCall, the only werewolf progeny of Peter Hale, a survivor of the Argent clan's crimes.
I am recording this so that Allison's symbolic suicide by her forbidden lover's side is not hidden because she clearly didn't want it to be hidden.
A week ago, Scott disappeared without a trace, and wasn't found until a few hours ago inside a walk-in freezer, dead.
Note that Scott could have escaped the freezer without a problem if he was not put in it already dead, or severely weakened. Since he didn't howl for help, I'm certain he was drugged with wolfsbane and an autopsy would confirm the presence of wolfsbane in his system.
I imagine Allison was informed about Scott's murder, without being told that he was murdered, of course, but she was smart, and she decided life wasn't worth living without the love of her life.
I can attest that Allison was the love of Scott's life too. He fought against his Alpha and progenitor and denied his most basic need to join a pack just so he could be with her. And he..."
Peter paused when he saw the photo on the table Allison was on, and it was facing up.
Boyd anxiously decided to stand watch and focused on his heightened sense of hearing to alert him.
"And he wrote Allison a message with his dying breath," Peter continued. "'I'm sorry Allison.' It's now clear that Scott was poisoned and then left in the freezer to freeze and suffocate to death, and while he suffocated and froze to death, he could only think about the love of his li... What's this?"
An anxious Boyd followed Peter's line of sight by the door and was shocked and confused to find black lines moving from Allison's extended hand to Scott's shirt.
"This is impossible," Peter breathed, blinking rapidly.
"What's happening?" Boyd asked, approaching to get a better look, only to be startled to hear two faint heartbeats, one beating twice as fast as the other, and he realized. "I - I think they're alive."
Peter came to the same conclusion when he saw the black pain vessels.
Although he was quite shocked by that, he was even more shocked by the fact that the pain transference was happening without skin to skin contact and while Scott was unconscious.
Or was he?
"Scott, can you hear me?" Peter inquired.
"Even if he does, he can't answer," Boyd said, and I returned a questioning raised eyebrow. "He spent a week in a freezer."
Peter felt a little stupid for forgetting that.
"And his heartbeat is too faint and weak," Boyd added. "Even if it's faster and more stable than Allison's."
Peter's eyes fell on the photo with Scott's thought to be last words engraved on the freezer's door with a claw, and noticed that the claw pierced the door and created a hole, which he guessed provided Scott with some oxygen from the outside.
Although he couldn't hear either Allison's or Scott's heartbeat, his heightened sense of hearing lacking due to his resurrection, Peter took in what Boyd said.
He realized that Scott's self-preservation must have kicked in and forced his body into hibernation, which coupled with the fetal position Scott took to preserve as much heat as he could, saved his life, by a miracle, because even with his werewolf status, Scott should have died within a day or two at most.
"Allison's heartbeat is getting a little stronger," Boyd informed Peter.
"We need to get them out of here," Peter said urgently. "Scott is putting his life in danger by absorbing whatever Allison took."
"I'll go get doctors and..."
"No!" Peter startled Boyd into stopping. "We can't let anyone find out that Scott is alive. I'll teach you how to do what Scott is doing, so you can do it. We're going to need a few things to keep them alive and take them out of and away from here without being seen."
"When I said Allison's heartbeat is getting a little stronger, I didn't mean by much, just barely," Boyd responded. "It's erratic and..."
"Trust me, Boyd, you don't want the Argents knowing any of this, and if we sign in Allison, they will know because their people will tell them, they have eyes everywhere. Allison's actions should tell you enough about what she wants, and that is to be wherever Scott is, and Scott can't be here, or he'll die, and then she'll try to kill herself again."
"What do we need to do?" Boyd inquired, to Peter's relief.
