Set after 3x12

Allison couldn't sleep, she was at Stiles's house; he was fast asleep on his bed. Scott was asleep nearby, next to him was Isaac and next to her was Lydia. They were all snoring. Allison sat up and looked around her favourite boys; her first love, her new love and her honourable brother. Lydia was the only one in the room who wasn't making a noise; the boys seemed to be the only snores.

They were all there for Stiles's birthday, which was a few hours away. They had planned to do an all nighter, but one by one they had fallen asleep, besides Allison. She felt uneasy in Stiles's room; she normally had to deal with a bleeding arm or a weeping boy. This was the first time Stiles had been okay with everyone coming around, normally he turned it down because of the self-harming; Allison had been both proud and worried when he invited them around.

Sheriff Stilinski was at work all night, so they knew they would have to be quiet when he came back to bed in the morning.

Allison noticed that's Stiles's breathing changed, his hands clasped down on the duvet and his sweat was glossed over with sweat. She slowly slid out of her sleeping bag, she rose from the spot and walked over; she shook his arm, "Stiles?" She said gently, she backed up as he started mumbling; she looked around to make sure he hadn't disturbed anyone, she thought about who Stiles would be comfortable with to help wake him from his nightmare. She was going to wake Scott, but then Stiles sat upright screaming, "Stiles!" She shouted, Scott and Isaac snapped into protective mode and they jumped onto their feet; Lydia sat upright and looked up. "Stiles..." Allison dove under him and held him into her chest, "Shush, you're okay...shush." Lydia ran out to get him some water, Isaac turned to lights on and Scott trailed over, he knelt by the bed, "You're okay."

Scott placed his arm on Stiles's arm, he flinched away, "Stiles, you okay?" He asked, he didn't answer.

"Hey Stiles, it's just Scott," Allison said smoothly, "It's just Scott."

"Scotty?" Stiles sobbed, his friend nodded; the broken boy looked at Allison, she slowly let go and he bent down to Scott's level, his friend then held him tightly, "You died in my dream...I-" He held him close. Allison rubbed his back and looked into Scott's eyes.

"I'm fine," Scott explained, "I'm good." He held him, Allison bent down and kissed Stiles's cheek; she then moved toward Isaac and guided him out the room.

None of them could sleep after that, so they went downstairs and watched 'Shaun of the dead,' Stiles sandwiched himself between both Lydia and Allison; the boy didn't speak to anyone as they watched the movie. He fell asleep after a while, "Is he okay?" Isaac asked, "Is this something to do with what you three did?" He said looking at Allison's shaking hands as she held onto Stiles's arm.

"Stiles always had nightmares," Scott explained, "Since his Mum died; I mean my Mum has dealt with a lot, that wasn't my first one." He looked at his friend, "You were good with him Allison, he felt safe with you."

"Should we go forward with the party?" Allison asked.

"Yeah, he'll be fine. He won't even remember it in the morning," Scott told her.

Loads of people from school came to Stiles's birthday party, even though none of them knew him. Stiles didn't care; he just stayed with his friends. Lydia was taking a photo of Allison and Stiles; both of them were smiling brightly, then Allison turned over and kissed his cheek, he giggled to himself as Lydia chuckled behind the camera. "That's a keeper," she said handing the phone back to Allison.

"Ar, Stiles I'll have to get this printed." Allison smiled, she looked up at Stiles who was frozen to the spot; his complexion had gone pale and he looked terrified, "Stiles, what's wrong?" She looked up at the door, Martin was allowing himself through the door, Allison placed her hand away and took hold of Stiles's wrist, "Come with me," she dragged him into the dancing room and started dancing with him, "Scott won't let anyone hurt you, Martin is nobody, remember that please."

"I remember." Stiles answered, he darted his eyes over to Martin; he saw them and walked over, "He's coming."

"I've got a good right hook," She told him, she felt Martin grab her arm, "What?"

"You owe me an apology Allison," he spat, "You gave me a black eye, just to protect your boyfriend."

"Firstly, you deserved it because you make innocent people feel small and lastly Stiles is like my brother, so you better watch out because an angry sister is much worse than an angry partner." She threatened, Stiles smiled at her, "So back off."

"I was going to do anything," Martin said holding his hands up.

"Good." Allison smiled evilly, "Then go." She turned back and danced with Stiles again, he watched as Martin walked away; then he turned back around with his fists held in the air. Stiles quickly grabbed Allison's hands and turned her around, only to be pounded onto the ground below, "Stiles!" She shouted, he fell to the ground holding his head.

Scott and Derek ran over to pull back on Martin, he tried to escape, but their clasp was too tight.

Lydia charged over and helped Allison guide Stiles up off the ground, "Get him upstairs," Allison told Lydia, she slowly guided him up and helped the confused boy up the stairs. Allison walked forward to Martin, "Get out." She shouted, "Or they'll take you out."

"Why do you lot care so much about him?" Martin asked.

"Because he's our friend and this is his party!" Scott shouted, he pushed the boy into Derek's arms, "Get him out of my sight!" Derek dragged the boy out, the crowd of school children cheered.

"Stiles took the blow for me." Allison told him, "Why would he do that?"

"Because he cares, he would take a punch for Derek if needs be." Scott sighed, "I'll get the first aid kit."

"I'll go and check on him," Allison walked the stairs.

"I can't help you if you don't let me see!" Lydia shouted, Allison rolled her eyes and let herself in, "Let me see!"

"It's nothing!" Stiles shouted, "He didn't hit me that hard!"

"Hard enough to knock you down," Allison said tapping his head, he flinched, "I'm sending everyone home," Stiles grabbed her wrist, "I'm sorry this happened."

"It wasn't your fault," Stiles told her, "I would have preferred if it was us lot."

"It will be, let me send the loud ones home." Allison trailed downstairs.

"When did you two become best friends?" Lydia asked.

"I found someone to open up to," Stiles smiled sadly.

"Good, Allison needs someone like that too." Lydia smiled back.