Chapter 19

As if things were not weird enough in Beacon Hills. Thomas stared at the ghost of his dead cousin with his mouth wide open. Jonathan looked from Thomas and then to the empty space in front of the window and then back at Thomas. He was confused as he did not see anything.

- "Allison, is that really you?" Thomas mouthed, confused and shocked at the same time.

- "Hi, cousin." She smiled. Allison smiled, despite being a ghost. Thomas wanted to reach out to touch her hand but he knew it would just go right through the apparition.

- "I just… I…" Thomas stammered. His eyes were brimming with tears. There was so much he wanted to tell her. There was so much he wanted to apologize about, even though part of him had forgotten why he had such feeling. It was mixed feeling between relief and sorrow.

- "You might want to get some… erm pants." She chuckled and looked away. Thomas frowned and then looked down and then jumped Eeek!

- "OH SHI-!" Thomas bellowed and took a dive for his pants that were on the floor beside Jonathan's bed. Jonathan laughed but Thomas picked up Jonathan's pants and threw them at Jonathan. Jonathan was not expecting that.

- "Ow." He mumbled as the pants hit his face, but without protest he put them on. Thomas did the same and afterwards went closer to Allison. He still couldn't believe she was here. Was she a lost soul? Was she unable to move on? Was she here to look after Scott and others? So many questions ran through Thomas' head.

- "I am sorry, I mean, I forgot I had no pants on." Thomas muttered out and blushed slightly. Jonathan looked at Thomas in disbelief. He was actually talking to something or someone. He wanted to help but didn't know how. At that moment Thomas turned towards Jonathan and read his confused face. He decided to try something; Thomas reached his hand in Jonathan's direction. Jonathan looked down at it and then back at Thomas' face. Thomas nodded reassuringly. Jonathan grabbed his hand, clasping his palm in Thomas' tightly. Then he turned towards the direction Thomas had been looking at earlier. He slightly jumped.

- "This is… eerie." Jonathan gasped as now, he saw Allison too. Allison looked down at the hands both Thomas and Jonathan had united.

- "You better not hurt my cousin or I promise I will hurt you." Allison said. Jonathan just gaped at Allison and was stunned as he could hear her.

- "Yes ma'- I mean- I don't-" Jonathan stammered, not sure what to say. Allison chuckled and Thomas squeezed his hand, even though he himself was confused as to what was going on. Allison was here. Well, her ghost was there, floating above floor.

- "Allison…" Thomas just uttered. He didn't know what to say. He didn't how he could begin this conversation. Was she aware? Did she remember?

- "Thomas, it's alright. I am here to warn you." Allison turned serious and nodded. Thomas sighed; even in afterlife, Allison was looking after him. He smiled slightly.

- "So whoever is after me, must've shaken up afterlife for you to come down like this." Thomas said. Allison opened her mouth to say something but then she closed it again. She saw how much Thomas had changed. She should know as she was there when Thomas was absolutely crushed by her death. She knew because back then when Thomas first could see her spirit he was destroyed. There was nothing she could do or say to sooth him. That, in order, made her question his memory – had he forgotten?

- "Define afterlife." Allison said, nor smiling, nor being serious. Her expression was a mix of both.

- "Well… I don't know much about it but if you are ghost then-" Thomas began. Allison shook her head.

- "I am between life and death." Allison said. Thomas opened his mouth and wanted to say something but he just winced. So was Allison stuck in limbo? Thomas felt even guiltier and something in him just made a strong feeling of remorse and wish he could help Allison. She had been through far too much to be stuck like this.

- "Allison, I… I am so sorry." Thomas said, silently. Allison floated closer to Thomas and wished she could sooth him. She wished she could hug him but she was unable.

- "I don't know. It's like, I keep waking up, and see things and then I am floating around again. It's so confusing…" Allison said. Thomas' head shot upwards as he looked straight in Allison's face. His eyes went wide. Did she just…?

- "Tell me, everything!" Thomas grasped Jonathan's hand tighter and Jonathan actually winced. Thomas gave him brief apologetic glance but turned back to Allison. Could it be she was still alive?!

Only the sound of clock ticking was heard, and occasional brief creak of floorboard as Thomas was pacing around in Jonathan's room, as silence had befallen amongst everyone. Jonathan's eyes followed every Thomas' movement. Jonathan didn't believe it was possible and yet, as he was werewolf himself, he had seen enough of weird things in Beacon Hills. He finally reached out his hands and wrapped them tightly around Thomas.

- "Babe, relax." He whispered in Thomas' ear. Of course it was so easy to succumb to Jonathan's wishes as Thomas didn't love anything more than being in his arms but this was big. If what Allison was telling the truth and even IF it was really her ghost, then she could actually be very alive.

- "I mean it's possible. Look at the Chimeras. Look at them. They were revived. All those people were dead. And yet-" Thomas mumbled. He wanted that to be correct. He wanted to believe she was there, out there, fighting for her life. Thomas wanted her to be alive. She didn't deserve death as she still was young and she could be free from this life; far away and living normal, healthy life.

- "Let's assume she is alive. For a second, think – if she really is out there, alive, where could she be? I mean she did die in Scott's hands…" Jonathan said. Thomas winced but it was true. She did die. But that didn't make a sense. If she did then the ghost could be stuck in limbo for sure and just having glimpses of the life it had. Thomas groaned and sat on bed, grasping his head in his arms.

- "I wish I knew. I wish I had all of the answers and I want it to be true." Thomas said. Jonathan sat next to him and wrapped his hands around him.

- "I know babe, I know. You miss her, don't you?" Jonathan asked. He was right – Thomas did miss Allison. But this was not the case. This was all about Allison. He needed to make sure. And then it dawned.

- "The Nemeton." Thomas gasped out silently in a whisper. With his hands trembling, he took his phone and looked up 'Stiles' in his contact list. He pressed 'dial'. Jonathan sighed – hunt for the truth had just begun.