Set after 3x04

Warning: Suicidal themes

Allison entered her English class, she was in one of the top groups and the only person she knew was Stiles. She entered the class and smiled because he had saved her a seat; she walked over and sat down, the two had become closer than ever before. Stiles had stopped hurting himself; it had taken her a month to get him to completely stop, it had been a painful experience, but their friendship seemed to have blossomed since she found out. She used her Dad's special cream to help get rid of his scars, they were slowly fading; Chris had used the cream throughout his life as a hunter, it was truly magical. Stiles was beginning to lead a normal life.

But he was still on a thin line, one false move and he would fall.

So when the famous school bully, Martin, entered the room and sat behind Stiles; Allison felt dread settle in her stomach.

Stiles tried his best to pay attention to what his teacher said, but it was hard when Martin was muttering rude and soul crushing comments in Stiles's ear. Stiles had survived worse, but he was a recovering self-harmer, any comment made him feel smaller and smaller. Allison couldn't hear them, Martin was quiet and only Stiles could hear him. Martin had tormented Stiles and Scott since elementary school, he was one of the factors of Stiles's self-harm; he was one of the reasons Stiles thought he was useless. One bully helped break the extraordinary Stiles Stilinski; everyone hated this bully, but Allison Argent hated him the most.

Stiles breathed out deeply, he then rose and stormed out with his backpack slung across his shoulder. Allison's eyes followed him, she heard Martin laugh at the back, "Mr Stilinski!" The teacher called.

Allison raised from the spot, she picked up Stiles's book and pencil case; she placed them in her bag with her stuff, "I'll go and check on him," she ran out without even getting permission from her teacher, "Stiles!" She called; she felt her heart beat loudly in her chest, "Stiles!" She slowed down and closed her eyes; she then walked down and opened the main doors. He was sat on the wall outside, he was staring at his feet and was digging his nails in his arm, "Hey..." she bent down and moved it away, the damage wasn't too bad. "Martin's a monster; nothing he said was true; you are a beautiful human being." She said pulling his sleeve up over his arms, she then cupped his hands, "Don't let him get you."

"I'm going to go home," Stiles began ignoring what Allison said, "Meet me at my Dad's station after school; I'll see if you can come to dinner with us."

"Why?" Allison asked.

"Because I owe you so much." Stiles smiled sadly.

"Okay, you go and get some sleep." She ordered him, "I'll tell the others that you didn't feel so good." She watched as Stiles drifted off to the jeep, she smiled until he drove away and that's when her smile faded because she couldn't help, but feel like something bad was going to happen.

Allison was stood by the lockers with Scott and Lydia, the Banshee was concerned about Stiles, but Allison reassured her that he was just tired; Scott was trying to hide his concern from them but he was secretly texting Stiles in his locker. He closed the door and leant on it, he spoke to Lydia as Allison's gaze trailed away to someone else.

Martin walked down the corridor, he was heading towards his crew; Allison saw red. "I'll be back in a second." She told her friends, she stormed forward and punched Martin in the face; the man went flying back into the lockers. Scott and Lydia were shocked by the sight, "That felt good*." She smiled, the bully looked up at her shocked and everyone in the corridor froze to look. Martin's crew walked away from him because he had been beaten.

Scott ran over and grabbed her hand, "Run." He pulled on her and they both ran with Lydia close behind, Martin jumped up and chased them all. The three hid in the locker room, "Allison! What the hell? That was awesome, but why?" He asked.

"He's a bully, I hate bullies." Allison told him.

Allison walked into the police station after school finished; she drifted over to Sheriff Stilinski's office, she knocked lightly. He looked up and smiled; she turned the knob and walked in, "Is Stiles here?" She questioned, she could hear her heart beating loudly in her chest as she looked around; he could be dead, he could have hurt himself really badly. She prayed to herself that he was okay; he could just be sleeping the pain off at home.

"He was meant to be, he came around earlier saying he didn't feel too good; he told me he would be back because he wants to go to dinner with you and I." Stilinski smiled, "You wouldn't mind getting him, would you?"

"No, I'll get him." Allison walked out of the room, as soon as she was out of the station; he ran to her car and sped away.

Sheriff Stilinski took his belt off and placed it on the table, he then noticed something, "Where's my gun?" He asked himself.