Allison stopped the car when she noticed the jeep pulled over by the entrance to the Beacon Hill preserve. She parked behind it then charged out of the vehicle, the jeep was locked and Stiles wasn't in there. She looked around the car for clues; she found the keys on the floor by the main door. She took them and placed them in her pocket, she followed the footprints left in the mud, but they stopped. "Stiles!" She wailed, she dialled his phone, she couldn't hear it and no one answered. "Stiles!" She screamed out loud again.

She span around on the spot as her head span, her legs took her to the forbidden part of the forest; the part that was not free for public use. As she got closer, her heart got heavier. If he was dead, Allison would always blame herself. "Stiles!" She called again. Allison had been scared before, but it didn't amount to the feeling she had at that moment. This was nothing to do with the pack, this was not supernatural; this was a human problem and it was her job to fix it as she was the only other human in the pack. "Stiles!" She wailed.

That's when she heard the gunshot; she screamed at the sound and ran towards it.

She saw Stiles standing holding a gun in his hand, he shot a tree with it and was standing looking at the device in his hand. "Stiles, thank God." She said running forward, she stopped when he held it to his head, "Stiles!" She exclaimed, "Stiles please..."

"Go." Stiles ordered, "You don't need to see this."

"I'm not leaving, who do you think I am?" Allison asked, "How could I leave you with a gun pressed to your temple?" She held in a sob, "Please." She choked.

"Go away!" He screamed, she backed off from him.

"No!" She wailed, tears ran down her face, "Because Lydia will feel you die! Then she'll find you dead, she'll somehow know I was here and I could have stopped it. What about Scott? You're his brother, how would he go on without you? How would I live with this for the rest of my existence?" She cried, "That's your Dad's gun, how would he go on knowing that you killed yourself with his weapon?"

"They'll find a way," Stiles started, "But what am I? I'm nothing, everyone else is better off without me."

Allison chose to take a different approach, she stepped forward, "Stiles listen to me, you are everything to everyone in our group. The pack can't go on without you, they need you; we need you." She stepped closer to him, but he backed off, "It's okay, you're okay." She stopped and held her hands up, "If you die, we all die because we'll all break without you. We're a group of dysfunctional teenagers that come together to made the perfect whole. Stiles without you, we're nothing." She wiped the tears from her eyes; "If you do this..." she trailed off, "You're saving the rest of those bullets for all of us because we wouldn't be able to live on without you." She stopped and looked up at him with big brown eyes, "Who will see your body in a bag?"

"Melissa." Stiles muttered.

"Yes, but everyone else as well." Allison cried, "To confirm it's really you who put a bullet in your skull." She said angrily, she watched as his face fell, she then bit her lip, "I'm sorry, I'm just angry at myself for not doing a better job at protecting you."

"It's not your job!" Stiles shouted.

"Yes it is!" She roared back, "I'm older then you and I care about you, you die – you're free, but please...Stiles, please think about us; give a thought to us." Allison begged.

Stiles looked at her for a while, then he lowered the gun from his temple and Allison took it from his limp grip; she cast it aside. "I'm sorry." He muttered, she ran into his arms and held him tight, "So sorry."

"It's okay, everything's okay." She cried into his shoulder, "You're fine."

Allison drove her car and kept looking to see Stiles in his jeep behind her, they both parked outside the Sheriff's station. She hopped out; the Sheriff's gun was tucked in her pocket. Stiles stayed put, she slowly walked over to the jeep and cracked the door open, "Stiles?" She grabbed a tissue out of her pocket and handed it to him, he wiped his tears away, "We don't have to go to dinner with your Dad, if you don't want to."

"No, I have to." Stiles said nodding his head, "Give me a sec."

"Would you have done it? If I hadn't been there," Allison asked, he looked at her and he nodded, "Why?"

"What Martin said-" Stiles started.

"I punched him in the face," Allison said proudly, he looked at her with wide eyes, "I have detention, but it was worth it. He is nothing, if he thinks that you're nothing because Stiles you are an amazing and intelligent human being. You need to put the emotions you feel towards us, to yourself, you don't want us to get hurt; then don't hurt yourself." She held her hand out and he grasped it, he then jumped out the jeep. They linked arms and walked into the station, Allison keep a firm grip on the gun in her pocket; they walked into the Sheriff's office.

"Sorry you two," John was raiding his office looking for a certain item, Allison pulled it from her pocket and Stiles looked at her.

"Mr Stilinski, I found this outside in the car park." Allison said holding out the gun.

"Oh Allison, you are a lifesaver!" He exclaimed, "You have no idea how much paper work there is for losing your gun."

"Well that's what Allison is, a lifesaver." Stiles smiled, "Come on Daddo, I'm hungry."