Wow! This has been a long time coming. So sorry for the delay. Now, this is completely Scott-centric with a healthy dose of Scallison! Enjoy!

PS. Still not beta'd and I haven't slept in twenty-four hours, so just be warned.

PPS. Also! This chapter highly deviates from the movie. Just fair warning.

Scott couldn't believe just how big Stiles' house was. Even after he had finished his initial tour of the house, he was still finding rooms that he wanted to explore in depth. When he found the staircase to the attic, Scott thought he was in heaven.

That is, until the dust in the attic made his asthma act up and he had to rush back down to find his inhaler. He had a short moment of panic when he couldn't find it, thinking that he must have forgotten it. Thankfully, though, it was just buried beneath all of his clothes he had yet to unpack into the empty drawers of Stiles' room. He breathed deeply and collapsed onto the bed, grabbing a pillow to cradle and curl around. Scott breathed out, relaxing.

Stiles' bed was too comfortable. It wasn't safe. Scott kept taking more and more naps, relishing all the pillows and extra comforters, and then just the mattress in general. He felt himself nodding off again when he heard his phone ring. He whined, then struggled to reach over to the bedside table, scrabbling for his phone. He finally grabbed and quickly accepted the call without looking at who it was. "Hello?"

"Where am I finding you?"

Scott paused, mid-shifting into an upright position on the bed. "Lydia. He-hey."

"Is it all right that I'm calling you?"

"I, uh, yeah, I suppose so." Scott winced. Way to sound smooth. He finished adjusting himself, sitting up against the headboard. "How are you?"

"Could we start with a less complicated question?" Lydia asked with a laugh.

Scott paused, trying to think of how that could be complicated. Unless...unless she left Jackson. Or Jackson had left her. Trying desperately not to get his hopes up, he asked, "What's wrong?"

He may or may not have crossed his fingers waiting for Lydia to respond.

"Scott...I'm having some real problems with a section of my book."

He let his fingers uncross. "Oh?"

"I could use some of your Scott magic. Would it be awful if I sent you some pages?"

Of course it'd be bloody awful if you sent me some pages; I'm on vacation for a reason.

"Just. Just tell me if it is, I don't want to mess you up, you know? It's just...I know that you're the only one who can really help me."

Scott waved around the hand that wasn't holding his phone. He mouthed, "No," repeatedly, closing his eyes before sighing. "If you really need me, Lyds, then...I guess so. I—yeah."

"Well, you know you are my little survival kit." Lydia laughed again. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Scott."

"You'd be lost," Scott said, smiling when Lydia laughed again.

"Ooh, do you remember that time we went on that conference—to that hotel that had a swimming pool?"

"That was ages ago; how do you remember that?"

"I remember everything, love, you should know this."

Scott breathed in, hoping beyond hope that maybe—just maybe—it would be possible that Lydia may actually have left Jackson. That that was the real reason she was calling him, but she just didn't have the gall to bring up the subject. "Of course, of course," he said. He flitted his eyes across the room before saying, "You know, just the other day, I was thinking about that time—"

"Darling, I'm back!" Lydia called out, cutting off Scott. "Yes, I was meeting friends for drinks. Horribly cold out."

Scott closed his eyes. Lydia was so very obviously not talking to him. Which meant she was talking to Jackson. Which meant that she hadn't left him, and he hadn't left her.

Which meant Scott was still just a little pawn for Lydia to play with.

Before he could regret it, Scott ended the call, tossing the phone to the middle of the bed. If Lydia called him again, unlikely, he could just claim that L.A. had terrible service and he must have lost her. Truth be told, he didn't think he could survive another phone call. And for some stupid reason, he had accepted to look through her book, to help her. What was he thinking? The whole point of coming here, getting away from England, was mostly just to get away from her. He was already fucking it up.

Which was just great. Awesome, really.

Scott groaned, turning his head into the pillow. He needed to do something. He needed a new distraction. He couldn't keep sleeping all day and all night; L.A. was a big tourist site, right? There had to be tons of tours he could go on for the next two weeks to distract himself.

Gaining his resolve, Scott got off the bed, ignoring his buzzing phone. He made his way to Stiles' study, shaking the computer mouse to wake up the computer. Before he could sit in the chair, though, he heard the doorbell ring.

After his mishap with the gate yesterday, he had decided it would be easier to just leave the gate open and deal with people at the door, rather than through a phone. Opening the door, Scott was absolutely thankful for that decision. "Allison. Hey."

Allison smiled at him, her dimples even more prominent. "Hi. I noticed that you have the gate open," she said, gesturing behind her.

"Uh, yeah, I didn't want to go through what happened yesterday. I don't think I'll get used to using a gate, you know?"

She laughed and nodded. "Definitely." She paused, glancing to the side and biting her lip. "Listen. I was thinking about stopping by for Danny's stuff, and then I remembered that you're not native here. What part of England are you from, anyway?" She flushed after asking and Scott got the sense that she hadn't meant to ask that.

"Surrey."

"Cary Grant was from Surrey!" Allison said excitedly. "But, um, anyway. I was wondering if you'd like a guide? As in, I could show you around L.A., take you out for lunch, that sort of thing. I have work later, but I thought that maybe you wouldn't mind a tour of a studio."

"You're an actress?" Though to be honest, Scott wouldn't be that surprised if she was. She was gorgeous and seemingly earnest; he'd pay money to see her in a theater.

She laughed. "No, no, just a stunt double. I do all the dangerous stuff." Allison winked.

She winked. Scott knew flirting (sort of) and that was most definitely flirting. Even though she had a boyfriend, a boyfriend he had met yesterday.

Sure, he wasn't lucky when it came to Lydia, but maybe it would be different with Allison; maybe she and her boyfriend had broken up. But Scott knew what kind of man he was; until he knew for sure where Allison and her (possibly ex) boyfriend were, he would be a perfect gentleman.

Even if it was pretty awesome that Allison was a stunt double. That was full-on badass.

"Isaac, though, he's an actor. We met on set one day," she continued.

Well, I guess that answers that question, Scott thought mournfully. "Isaac is who I met yesterday, right?"

"Yep."

"How long have you two been together?"

Allison thought for a moment. "Almost two years. It's crazy," she added, laughing. "I was doubling for the actor that played his character's sister and we just...we hit it off."

Scott nodded along, smiling in reaction to Allison's glow talking about Isaac. He just loved love in general, even if most times it was ripping him apart from the inside. Though he supposed that was a bit melodramatic. But there was a reason he was a writer. "That's great," he said. "Isaac seemed nice."

Allison gave him a look. "He didn't even say a word to you."

"But he nodded. There's a lot you can converse in a nod."

She looked at him like she was trying to determine how serious he was, before smiling. "All right. I'll let it go."

They stayed in silence for a moment, Scott trying to think of something to say. Eventually he asked, "Did you mean it? About showing me around?"

Allison's eyes widened like she was startled. "Oh! Yeah, yes. Definitely. We can start now, if you're ready."

Scott glanced down at himself and thanked every deity that he could remember that he already gotten dressed earlier, before he'd gone into the attic. "Yeah, I'm just going to run up and grab my phone."

"Okay," Allison said, grinning and eyes shinning.

Scott left the door open as he walked back into the house, dashing up the stairs. He launched himself across the bed to grab his phone. He glanced at it before sliding it into his pocket, noting that he had two missed calls from Lydia. But he didn't care. He was going to go out with Allison and forget about Lydia, and he most definitely wasn't calling her back until at least six. Because then it would be two in the morning for her.

Scott smiled to himself. Sure, he was a nice guy; but he could do somethings that qualified as rude.

xXx

Allison was an absolute delight, so much so that it made Scott long to return home so he could curl up with Duke and ice cream, mourning his pathetic love life.

Wherever they went, she was sure to tell some little anecdote that no one else would have heard of; if she didn't have a story about people in the past, she'd tell him about the first time she visited. Throughout the day, Scott learned minor detail after minor detail about Allison and slowly—slowly—he could feel himself drifting away from his infatuation with Lydia to fall more for Allison. The way she would grin wide and then hide her grin with her arm. The fact that Scott could just about always see her dimples, but they would become more prominent when she smiled, however lightly.

His life needed to stop being one romantic tragedy to the next. Well, okay, romantic tragedy applied more to his brother than to him, but still.

Scott was still a bit surprised that he was allowed to just sit on set to watch Allison jump and flip and fight. No one had seemed all that surprised that she had brought someone, meaning that she probably usually brought Isaac, but Scott was too amazed to be bothered. Because Allison completely kicked ass. The entire day he'd been talking to cute, adorable Allison—but watching her here, she was full-on lethal and dangerous. She looked completely focused on everything she did. Every step was deliberate, every move calculated.

Scott couldn't lie. It was kind of hot.

Mostly, though, he just sat that playing games on his phone to try to act like he wasn't watching everything Allison. The way her hair was tied tightly in bun. The look of concentration in her eyes. The small grin she'd get when she caught him looking at her.

Which he was totally doing in a non-creepy way. It was in a you-invited-me-to-watch-you-work-so-I'm-just-watching-you-do-your-job kind of way. Which was so not creepy. Because he had been invited.

The most exciting part, though, was when Allison lost concentration for a second and snapped her ankle on one of her landings.

And by exciting Scott means terrifying.

The crack echoed, every head snapping up no matter what they were doing. Scott launched himself out of his chair, rushing over to Allison as fast as could while trying to make sure he didn't block out important people. He gripped Allison's hand, sitting down next to her, and tried to ignore how tightly she was squeezing back. "It's okay," he soothed. "I'm sure...I'm sure it's going to be okay."

Allison nodded, but he could see how tightly she was pursing her lips. She flinched when someone, Scott didn't know who, grabbed her foot gently, pulling it away from where she had it curled into her body. Taking a deep breath, Allison said, "I just don't understand how I messed that up. That was my seventeenth time making that jump."

Scott shrugged. "Things go wrong; it's just what happens." Allison nodded, eyes closing tightly as she breathed out through her nose. Her grip on Scott's hand tighten. "Do you—do you want me to call Isaac?"

She shook her head. "I'll call him later. He's not—" She paused, breathing deep and even. "He's not even in California right now. Filming on location. He left—left yesterday night."

"Sounds cool," Scott said. He tried to think of something to say, something to help distract her. "So. Come here often?"

Allison started laughing so hard Scott had to hold her still.

Aw. Aren't they just adorable? Anyway, again, so sorry this took so long. I have no idea who-centric the next chapter will be, but I do know it's starting off with Stiles. So we'll see!

Thank you so much for reading and (once again) my tumblr is adelaidebabe. Feel free to annoy me!