AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello again to all of my lovely readers! Thank you so much for all reading the first part of this little two-shot. I actually intended for this to be just a one-shot but then I found myself writing this chapter so here you go! This is the same scene just told from Scott's perspective. I'm a bit behind on Teen Wolf right now but once I catch up hopefully something with give me some muse for something new :)

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DISLCAIMER: any characters or plotlines that you recognise are obviously not mine. this is just my interpretation of how this scene in episode 3x07 could have gone if i had any say in it!

Scott froze in a moment of panic as he heard footsteps approaching Allison's father's study. Not only was it bad enough that Mr Argent still held a grudge against him for everything that had happened last year, but Scott was also currently sneaking around in his study. With Allison. Oh God Scott was going to be murdered in the study of his ex-girlfriend's house. By his ex-girlfriend's dad. Feeling his asthma begin to flare up in his moment of panic, Scott barely realized what was happening until Allison was closing the door of the closet behind him.

And now he was in a closet with Allison. Yup, he was doomed.

As the closet door clicked shut, Scott felt Allison's body brush against his as she tried to make herself comfortable in the confined space. It occurred to Scott that the two of them hadn't been this close for a while now. At least not since the last time Scott had been over and that hadn't been his finest moment, stupidly thinking they could talk without the tension rising. Which it had. And then he had forgotten the extent of his strength and ended up hurting Allison. He hadn't been able to get the sight of her fallen against her bed and clutching her wrist, for weeks. He also hadn't been able to forget the feeling of her pressed up against him either. But Scott knew he had to put those feelings and memories out of his mind because Allison had made it perfectly clear that she wasn't interested in rekindling their relationship any time soon.

Scott could hardly blame her either. As much as he loved Allison and knew that a part of him always would, he understood that things had changed. Circumstances had changed. There were new lines that shouldn't be crossed now.

He wasn't stupid, despite a common argument otherwise. He knew that Allison's family wasn't a huge fan of werewolves still, even if Mr Argent had helped them out time to time. Allison still needed time. And Scott would wait forever if that was what it took. He knew he would wait as long as it took until Allison was ready. For now though, he just had to keep his feelings locked away. At least for now. He just needed to ignore those memories of their relationship, all those kisses, every touch, the whispered words. He just needed to ignore those memories.

But the way she was pressed up against him right now was hard to ignore too. Practically every inch of his body was touching hers and it was almost unbearable. Trying his best to lean back away from Allison, he felt himself sway slightly and reached out in front to steady himself, accidentally brushing his fingers across her hip. He tried his best to keep his breath steady, which was tricky when his body had chosen this moment to remind him that even werewolves could have asthma. Luckily he managed to keep himself relatively calm. However it seemed that he was the only one. His ears picked up an increasing heartbeat and he could immediately tell that it was not his own.

Glancing down at Allison he noticed just how close they actually were, and spotted a slight blush appearing on her cheeks. He was struck with a sudden flashback to a moment not unlike this a few months back, except that incident had been under different circumstances that involved two very increased heartbeats. Trying to ignore Allison's current reaction and what it could possibly mean, Scott chose to bring his focus back out to the study where he could hear Mr Argent shuffling around several papers, completely oblivious to the two teens hiding only meters away.

"What are you doing?"

Allison's hushed voice jolted Scott out of his concentration but he kept his eyes out on the closet door above her head. What was she talking about? Allison's tone sounded pretty annoyed, as though he had done something wrong, but it had been several moments since he accidentally brushed against her hip so why did she take so long to tell him off? He was barely even touching her now!

Glancing down to meet her eyes with a look of confusion, Scott shrugged. "Nothing!" Why was she giving him that look for? He wasn't the one who dragged them both in here and now he was just trying to keep watch. What was so wrong about that?

"Part of you is doing something..." Allison glanced downwards and after following her gaze, Scott realized exactly what she was talking about. Shit. Oh holy shit. She was probably thinking he was enjoying this entire situation but he honestly couldn't control that. He hadn't even been aware that it was happening. No wonder she was annoyed. She was probably going to kill him now. Did she carry daggers on her around the house? It seemed like something she would do. Oh god if only he could make this hard-on just end already but unfortunately it didn't work like that. Shit. But it didn't help when Allison brushed up against it. Was she trying to torture him before killing him?

"Stop!" she hissed at him. She obviously did not realize just how much he wanted to do exactly that. He knew how insane his bad timing was right now and he really preferred not being murdered in closets. Apparently though, his body knew just how much he missed her and thought this would be the perfect time to remind them both of this fact. Trying to think of anything instead of how close he was to her right now and the sound of her fast-beating heart, he shook his head desperately and gave a helpless shrug.

"I kind of don't have control over that." Scott glanced at Allison and just caught the way she almost laughed but managed to restrain herself. The small bounce in her shoulders gave her away almost immediately and Scott couldn't help smiling at himself for still remembering the way her body worked. Not that he could ever forget anything about her.

His mind began to wander away to all of the small details of Allison that he refused to forget, like the way she smiled at him when she caught him staring at her across the room, or the way she rolled her eyes when Stiles started one of his long rants about the latest supernatural drama, or the way her ankles crossed together just lightly at lunch. This nice train of thought was brought to a halt by Allison suddenly declaring that she needed to turn around. Yes, that was a good idea. His train of thought probably wasn't helping his boner at all. Yes, Allison was always so smart. This would be the best solution for sure. Turning around would stop him thinking about their close proximity and how easy it could be to kiss her. Good.

No. Not good. Not good at all.

This was a much worse position.

Feeling the back of Allison brush against his length, Scott let out an unintentional hiss. Shit, that was making him think about sex even more now. Now he was really wishing this closet was bigger because if she kept swaying back and forth against him the way she was now, he was going to either get rid of his boner in a very messy manner, or he was possibly going to explode. Which was kind of the same thing really. Basically he was not dealing with this well. Did she realize what she was doing right now? Was this another form of punishment or torture? Watching her body language, while simultaneously trying to hold his breath and suppress a groan, Scott managed to decide that Allison was not a bitch and was most likely focusing on the sound of her father's footsteps rather than the torturous way she was brushing up against him every two seconds.

Unfortunately this decision on Scott's behalf did not make a difference on his boner. It was still there and she was only going to keep making it worse at this rate.

"Allison?" Maybe if he just distracted her she would stop. Or he could just calmly suggest that she turned back around. He could just say that he didn't want her falling forward onto the door if she lost her balance. Or he could just give no reason and say it would probably just be better. She didn't need to know that each time her lower back rubbed against him it was sending him slightly crazy. That would probably freak her out.

However when she shifted again, turning her head slightly back towards him, Scott couldn't help it.

"That's worse." What? Why did he have to blurt that out?

Scott cursed his brain held his breath for the upcoming burst of anger that was due to leap out of Allison. He waited for her to turn around and smack him in outrage, to push him away and tell him to stop being stupid and weird. He waited for the look of disgust that he never wanted to see on his ex-girlfriend's face. He waited for the moment where he would probably lose the rest of his chances with her ever again.

But instead he heard a small giggle.

It escaped softly as she turned around, her head tilted down in what seemed like embarrassment. Right because she was the one who should be embarrassed. Please, he was surprised he hadn't melted into a pile of werewolf goo with the way he was blushing right now. Scott offered a sheepish grin back, just glad that she seemed not to be offended. As he looked at her, he noticed Allison's eyes lingering on the lower part of his face. Like on his lips. Or maybe just his chin. No, her eyes were definitely on his lips. Scott kept his gaze on Allison and he felt his grin fade slightly as her eyes met his. Unlike their eye contact only moments ago, this time there was a new vibe surrounding them. The tension had risen almost instantly and it didn't help Scott that he could hear Allison's heart rate increasing again. Her eyes dropped back to his lips and suddenly all rational thought escaped Scott. Screw it, he needed to kiss her and even if it was the worst option right now he just had to try. If she leaned away, so be it, but he couldn't wait any longer without at least telling himself that he gave it a shot. And it wasn't fair of her to be looking at him the way she was, well aware of his boner still very much present, and not expect him to do something.

As he began to lower his head to meet hers at an agonizingly slow pace just in case she decided to pull away, he just watched her. Watching Allison was something he knew he'd never get tired of, however creepy that sounded. He just loved watching her move and learning new things to file away for later. Like for instance, he knew that when she pulled her bottom lip under her top lip she was feeling embarrassed and trying to brush it off. He knew that she rolled her left ankle back and forth when she was giving class presentations. And right now he could see her eyes flickering about slightly which he knew meant that she had about a million thoughts flying through her mind. At least that meant he wasn't the only one then. Seriously right now he found his mind flying through every single memory of the two of them together, from the first date that was the awkward bowling session with Jackson and Lydia, to the first break up, through every single kiss, all the way to the painful last few months where every moment alone with her had driven him insane with the knowledge that he wasn't allowed to touch her anymore.

The last few months had been harder on him than he had wanted to admit to her. Actually he hadn't really told anyone at all. It wasn't really the coolest thing to do, admitting that he missed his ex-girlfriend like crazy. Not when his friends and family around him had much bigger issues surrounding them, such as alpha packs and virgin sacrifices. Those things clearly took precedence over Scott's failed love life. But still, seeing her around every day was kind of like punching himself in the heart several times a day. It just didn't get better. In fact it only got worse the longer he went on. He knew he had appeared to be perfectly okay with the break up, and he had understood why. He got it. He accepted what had to happen and he walked away. He smiled when he saw her in school. He did his best to keep her protected when she refused to keep out of the werewolf situations. He just had to remember not to stare for too long. That was hard.

But right now he couldn't look away from the girl in front of him. He had denied himself these thoughts for so long and now it was still weird to think that he was actually this close to her. Leaning forward still. He could practically count her eyelashes. He remembered he had tried to do that once but he had long since forgotten the number he ended with. He was pretty sure she had distracted him with kisses half way through him counting the lashes on her right eye. He was still moving closer, unable to believe this was happening. How had Allison not pushed him away yet? Unless she had been dealing with the same pain he had been for all time. Unless she wanted him just as much. He kept his eyes locked hers and he watched as something passed over her eyes, the tiniest flicker of sudden clarity. Before Scott could comprehend what was happening, all of a sudden he couldn't see Allison's eyes because her lips were pressed against his and his eyes were closing all on their own.

What.

What was happening.

Allison was kissing him.

She was kissing him. Right now.

Scott felt his brain basically freeze up as he tried to catch up with the events currently happening. He had been waiting for so long for a moment like this and now that it was happening he just found himself unable to move or react. Feeling Allison's hands clutching his shoulders, he felt his mind suddenly speeding up, as if it was on fast-forward to catch up with reality. This was actually happening.

Scott's lips pull into a smile against hers as he reached out his hands to pull her closer to him if that was even possible, his lips moving against hers in a familiar rhythm. As Allison's tongue pressed against his mouth, requesting entry, he willingly opened his mouth to her and felt a moan escape the back of his throat. He was barely even aware of what his hands were currently doing. All he could focus on was the feeling of Allison pressed up against him, her fingers tugging on the hair at the back of his neck as though she was trying to undo him. Their tongues battled and forth as hands found themselves re-exploring familiar bodies once more.

Scott tore his lips from Allison's and began moving down her jaw and onto her neck, eliciting a slightly strangled moan from Allison who, at a quick upwards glance, looked like she was trying her best to keep quiet but seemed to be failing at that. That brought back a flood of memories of loud cries and moans over many hot and awesome nights that made Scott horny all over again just thinking about them. Pressing his lips over Allison's neck, he couldn't help the words that spilled out next.

"God, I've missed you." He couldn't help it. He really had missed her. He didn't just mean because of what they were doing now though, because it was so much more than that, and he went to correct himself but he found himself distracted with the feeling of her neck against his lips and the reaction he got from the small nip he placed on the hollow of her neck after he spoke. Scott thought he heard a vague noise elicited from Allison that sounded something like "Yes". Hopefully she got what he meant.

The next few minutes were a bit hazy for Scott as his body and heart took control over his mind. He didn't know how much longer this temporary break from reality would last so while part of him knew this was slightly irrational and dangerous, another part of him just wanted to keep his hands on her forever, to hold on to the feeling of her body rocking against his in a slightly agonizing rhythm for as long as possible. A small part of Scott's brain registered with vague interest that the atmosphere had changed between them once again as his right hand slid up past the hemline of her dress, brushing against the bare skin of her upper thigh. He felt her shift slightly, causing his excitement for her to make itself known once more directly between her thighs. Allison moved against him and Scott felt any conscious part of his brain slip away for a moment as he just let his body grind back against hers, matching her rhythm without a second thought as he kept his lips attached to a particular spot on her neck.

He didn't even notice Allison's hands on his belt. What he did notice was the change in the angle of her neck as she ducked her head away from him, hands halting on his loophole and face flushed. Scott waited for the reproach to come, to be shoved away violently, but it didn't come. With a small rush of relief he let his head drop onto her neck lightly to let himself catch his breath. Honestly he didn't trust himself to stand properly right now with the lightheadedness he was currently experiencing. Honestly, what was the point in being a werewolf if he still had to deal with asthma at times like these? As he caught his breath he noticed that his hard on was still very much present and not satisfied yet, and temporarily took on a mind of its own as he felt his body shifting towards her again.

"Scott," There it was, Allison's voice sounded less breathy and more firm. Scott felt her hips rock against him suddenly and for a moment his brain clouded over with lust all over again. But she was giving him a look now, granted through heavy eyelids and extremely diluted pupils, but it was a look that suggested that this was done. Whatever this was, it was done. Probably for the best though, since he could feel his heart pounding a mile a minute.

"Sorry," he managed to get out. At least she wasn't yelling at him, Scott inwardly told himself. Not that she could in this situation. Still, he could already feel the familiar pang in his heart as he detached himself from her and he couldn't help leaving his hands on her waist. He left them here gently, hoping she wouldn't turn against him for that. She seemed to accept it though, moving her hands from his chest up to the nape of his neck to toy with his hair. The gesture felt so good and familiar that Scott's mind was again sent through memories of old times.

"It's fine. Just need to take a moment." he caught her whispering. He was about to respond when he heard footsteps a few rooms away.

Right, her dad. Her dad was still here.

Shit, he had completely forgotten about her dad. But her dad seemed not to have heard anything from the last few minutes. Scott didn't really consider himself to be particularly religious but maybe there was a God after all. He kept his eyes trained on the closet door as he tuned his ears to the footsteps, tracing their movement and direction. "Your dad is gone." he whispered in explanation to Allison. "He's heading out to the elevator..." The ding of the elevator opening was faint but Scott's hearing was good enough that he managed to catch it. He listened as the footsteps of Mr Argent headed into the elevator, seemingly pausing before entering in all the way. There was another ding and then the whirl of the elevator heading down several floors. With that, Mr Argent was gone. Scott felt a sense of relief again as he realized they were finally safe.

He glanced back to Allison, his mouth already half open to tell her the good news, when he froze. She was staring up at him, an odd expression on her face. It was almost like the look she gave him when they broke up, somewhere caught between guilt and sadness. That probably wasn't good. There was a small crease in her brow as she kept her gaze on his face. Maybe she was having an overwhelming sense of regret for what just happened and didn't know how to say it. Or maybe he had something on his face. But the serious gaze in her eyes had Scott a little worried. "What?" he asked softly, ducking his head to catch her eye properly.

"Nothing...It's nothing. I was just thinking." Her tone sounded subdued and a little pained. Scott frowned. That didn't sound very good at all. Before Scott could question her any further, she turned around and opened the closet door. Suddenly there was a flood of light and Scott squinted as his eyes adjusted from the darkness he had just accustomed himself to. The light did sober him up a little though, and he followed Allison out the door quietly. Now that there was finally space between them, both physically and possibly emotionally now, he was completely at a loss of what to do. He had expected her to follow up on her explanation to why she had been staring at his face but she just remained silent. It suddenly occurred to Scott that maybe this was where he was meant to apologize for what had just happened. Maybe that's what she was waiting for.

He took a deep breath as he quickly collected his thoughts into a somewhat coherent little speech that hopefully explained how bad he felt right now. "Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you like that. I know you wanted your space, not that we had much space in there...heh..." The thought made Scott chuckle at himself before he realized that this wasn't exactly the time to be cracking jokes, no matter how witty he felt.

He forced his gaze back to the floor, knowing that if he kept looking at Allison he wouldn't get through his speech and he'd end up grabbing her again. "Uh but yeah, it wasn't fair of me to do that so...Sorry. I'll just go now." He took a small step backwards, edging to the door. Knowing this was it, this was the moment where they would silently agree that this never happened, he chanced a glance back up to Allison. She was standing still, with an expression that he actually couldn't peg down. But she wasn't saying anything against his decision to leave so that was his cue to leave.

He had known as soon as Allison had stopped their amazing make out session that this was a one off. It was just because of the circumstances. No matter how much he loved Allison and always would, he knew that he had to respect her choices and she had made it clear that they couldn't be together. If anything, the fact that they had made out in a closet while hiding from her father made that point pretty certain. This would be the last memory he had of her and he was okay with that. He could go on seeing her around school and around any werewolf shenanigans that she got involved in; he could make it through those agonizing moments if he had this memory to get himself through. Scott tried to ignore the feeling of disappointment in his heart, ignore the part of him that had hoped she'd stop him in his tracks. No, that was wishful thinking. He pushed those feelings aside and accepted his fate, heading to the door.

"Wait."

Had she said something? Well of course she had. Scott's hearing was incredible thanks to his werewolf senses. There was no doubt that Allison had just spoken. Scott whirled back around, nearly wobbling around on his heels. He caught her gaze and held his breath as Allison spoke.

"I know that I said I don't believe in fate - and I don't, but maybe, I don't know...Maybe I believe in something else." While Scott felt a tug of hope somewhere inside him, he tried to remain calm, watching her closely. He watched as Allison fidgeted, her hair now victim to vicious tugging as she spoke. her mention of fate brought the memory of their break up back to his mind yet again. It hadn't been an easy day for him and it was not a happy memory by far, but Allison's new words were definitely promising.

"Werewolves?" he offered as a suggestion, another throwback to that night, a small grin tugging up the corner of his mouth. It hurt to think about their break up, no matter what was happening right now, but something about Allison's manner right now had Scott wondering if perhaps they could have a redo of that night, that conversation about fate, but this time with a better ending. If he compared this conversation to that of their break up, there was no doubt that he preferred this conversation. Glancing down quickly he noticed that he seemed to have taken several steps back towards her again. When had he done that? But that was irrelevant. Suddenly he couldn't help feeling the sense of hope again as he brought his eyes to meet Allison's gaze once more.

"Us."

Yes, this conversation was much better than their previous talk of fate. Us. There was an Us. Allison wanted an Us. She believes in Us. Scott felt all the weight of the last few months abruptly fly off of his shoulders and into the abyss. All of the heartache he had suffered through, all of the pain he had felt in her presence, none of it mattered now. Nothing mattered except the perfect, beautiful, strong woman standing in front of him. Without waiting another moment, Scott took the last few steps to close the gap between them and catching her face in his hands. He gazed down at her for a moment in awe, fully aware of how lucky he was to get this second chance, before lowering his lips to hers in a soft but firm kiss. He tried to pour as much of his love into the kiss as possible before finally pulling away with a grin. Allison matched his smile with her own, a light in her eyes that had been missing only a few minutes ago but one that seemed so familiar. With another surge of love for this girl, this woman in front of him, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and relished in the awareness that he was allowed to do that again.

"Well I think I need to go give your dad a thanks for his perfect timing," he stated, wrapping his arms around Allison and resting his head on top of hers. He let out a content sigh as he felt her arms wrapping themselves around his own body, this time without the heated passion of their moment in the closet.

"But for the record I guess believe in werewolves too." He felt Allison's words vibrate against him as she spoke, her face pressed against his chest. He let out a chuckle and nodded, bumping his head gently where it rested on hers. A thought crossed his mind and he pulled away slightly, keeping close enough to cup her face back in hands again.

"Well, I believe in...Let's see..." He looked down at her and smiled slightly as Allison gazed back up at him. He really couldn't believe how lucky he was right now, knowing that she was really right here in his arms. She really did believe in him, in them. In them being together. But what exactly did Scott believe in? Well, really his answer hadn't changed much from the last time he had told her.

He lowered his head down to press a kiss onto her forehead and left his lips there to whisper, "Fate."

Allison ducked her head down slightly, a smile tugging at her own lips. But he wasn't done yet. Scott kept a light hold of her chin in his hands and lowered his lips past her forehead and towards her left cheek.

"Werewolves," he murmured against her cheek, biting down a grin as he felt her smile widening. Finally he guided her face up to his and pressed a gentle kiss onto her lips. Without pulling away this time, he left his lips against hers and he silently took note of her slightly increased heartbeat as he decided on the one thing he believed in most of all, the one thing he had never stopped believing in and hopefully never would.

"And us."