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Allison didn’t know how she and Scott ended up here. A month and a half after everything, after reconciliation and long nights of talking, she felt happy. She was whole again. But she still didn’t know how they were here.
Neither did Scott apparently. “Why are we going here again?”
Allison just kept her eyes on the road, “Isaac hasn’t talked to Derek in three days, neither has Peter, and Derek didn’t respond to my text this afternoon. I just want to make sure he isn’t dead or captured by some strange creature with three horns and hooves.”
Scott looked at her, she could feel his stunned silence, “Does that exist!?”
Allison kept her face as straight as possible, “I read it up in the bestiary, apparently they come from the same line as the Loch Ness Monster, but much more cuddly.”
Scott’s jaw must have dropped, or something like that, because the silence was humorously long. When he finally did talk again, they were a few blocks away from Derek’s apartment. “The Loch Ness Monster is real?”
Allison smiled, no lie here, “Yeah, you can only reach it by taking a secret underground tunnel, but the thing is positively one of the cuddliest creatures ever.”
Scott must have been smiling, “If we ever get the chance, we have to go!”
Allison shook her head, smiling a small smile, a smile she kept just for Scott, only for Scott. “Ok.”
They pulled into the parking lot, stopped the engine and walked up to the front door, Allison pulled out her key. Scott didn’t question her as to why she had it. Maybe he knew, maybe he didn’t. All Allison knew, all that the key meant, was that she loved her friend, even if it wasn’t the same as she had wanted it to be, it was better this way. She just hoped her friend was ok.
They silently rode up in the elevator, not bothering to talk, but Scott took her hand when they were reaching the top. Allison smiled his smile down at their hands, not looking at him. Not right now. She knew that if she did, she’d want to kiss him, and kissing him made her want more, too much more.
The doors dinged open. They separated, each of them putting training to use, and Scott closed his eyes the second there was no danger. He opened them up wide, and almost scared. He whispered in her ear, so low that she was straining to hear him over the slightly still air, “I hear grunts; it sounds like someone is gagged.”
Allison nodded, pulling out her key for the door silently, putting it up to the lock hole, silently, the deadbolt was the only thing keeping them from the inside, and Allison was suddenly nervous about what they would find, she held up her left hand, Scott took the handle, she counted down: three, two, one.
She plunged the key into the lock, turning it quickly and effectively, she had the key out of her hand a millisecond before Scott pushed the door open, a move that would have ripped her hand off. She had a small gun in her purse, and it was now aimed, loaded and ready to shoot any and all dangerous entities.
And right now it was pointed at Scott.
There was a squawk. There was no other way of describing the sound. Allison was very aware of everything that was going on at the moment. And she was nervous.
“Derek!”
Scott sounded livid, Allison understood his emotions, and saw them on his face, even though his face was completely transformed from her adorable boyfriend to her scary yet adorable boyfriend. She had the gun trained on his right arm, he would heal, she knew, but she really didn’t want to pull the trigger. It felt like hours, her gun trained on Scott, the silence grew heavier.
“It’s not what it looks like,” was the response.
“Derek!?”
Derek finally acquiesced to look up, “Scott, Allison.”
Allison couldn’t help but find the whole situation somewhat ironic. “Hey Derek, what’s up?”
Derek looked at her pointedly, she saw it the split second her eyes darted to him on the couch, lounged out, his shirt wrinkled beyond normal, it made her smile. He was annoyed, and he had a very good reason.
Derek lowered his eyebrows, or Allison assumed he did, as she still had both eyes glued to Scott’s arm, aiming it so she wouldn’t be too injured. He would heal. “Well, I was kind of in the middle of something, but that’s ok. Did you need something?”
Scott’s mouth was clenched, Allison figured that she would just have to do all the talking, as nobody seemed to be interested in doing much of that anyways, “Well, you didn’t answer my texts, and nobody has heard from you in a few days, Peter said you were usually in contact at least every other. I see now why.”
Derek wasn’t one to miss her subtle humor, “Yeah, and you barged in instead of knocking because?”
Allison didn’t bother looking at him, Scott was still breathing heavily, and his hands were open claws, if they were fists, this wouldn’t be a problem. “Yeah, you didn’t answer your text, nobody hears from you for a few days, and Scott heard noises inside of your apartment, like someone was gagged,” another squawk. “Of course I barge in, wouldn’t you?”
Derek must have looked taken aback, “Don’t worry. Nobody here is captured or gagged.”
“Good.” Her smile was for the sarcasm dripping from Derek’s voice.
“I can explain!” The squawk finally spoke.
Scott decided that maybe he should speak as well. “Why?”
Derek looked up at Scott, and he must have flashed red, because Scott whimpered a bit, then was human. She put the gun to her side, marginally. “I swear, I didn’t know what was happening until it happened, I swear.”
Scott was still looking at the floor, his jaw clenched, “But why didn’t you tell me?”
The squawk looked up. “Yeah, I was going to, but it didn’t seem like a good time.”
Scott finally looked up, “What do you mean it wasn’t a good time?” His voice was hurt, but his face was still angry.
Allison decided it was probably safe to look away. She finally took looked at the couch Derek was lounged on fully. There were two bodies on the couch; one was in a state of undress that would have made her look away if it were anybody else, especially Derek. She had to gasp at all the little bruises, little purple and green marks, blaring hurt, and yet, they were oddly all the same. She couldn’t help but wonder what made them, until she saw a fresh one on the spot just above his left nipple. Teeth marks, human teeth marks. Hickies.
Stiles saw her face, squawked again, and covered up his body as best he could, sitting in the middle of Derek’s legs, awkwardly looking around, half falling to the floor, Derek oozed comfort and annoyance, but not anger. Allison blushed a bit.
Stiles finally answered, “I was going to tell you last week, right after I kissed him,” Allison raised an eyebrow to them both, but Stiles didn’t catch the meaning of it, “And then I was going to tell you yesterday, but he picked me up after school, and then you were working, and now you are here.”
Scott looked up, a nervous smile threatened his face, “But we hung out last night, until like eleven. Why didn’t you tell me?”
Stiles looked at Scott, “You were the one to mandated full silence during our gaming sessions, because you think that when I talk I cheat. Not my fault.”
Scott looked at his feet, scuffing them against the floor a bit, Derek looked a bit impatient. He hmphed, and Allison could help but laugh a bit. “When I told you to keep an eye on Stiles, I didn’t mean that you should go beyond that.”
Scott looked up at Allison, his face obviously showing confusion; Derek just wrapped his arms around Stiles shoulders, possessive and protective in one simple and inexcusable gesture. Stiles didn’t even know what was going on, but he still leaned back and nuzzled Derek’s scruff with his hair. Derek looked at Allison pointedly, a question in his eyes, but she just smiled, and continued to smile.
She had thought to herself that Derek was special, that the woman he loved wouldn’t be good enough for him, not strong enough for him. She hadn’t expected this, but it fit. It made sense. They would make each other happy, but they would drive each other insane. And that was what they needed. She knew it. She was at peace with it.
Scott spoke again, finally, “Well, I guess we should get going.”
He was clearly uncomfortable, but Allison couldn’t help but want to stay, just to egg on Derek a bit, “So what did you in, Der? Was it the bad jokes? The hair cut? The eyes? The butt? I mean, it’s not much, but it looks cute in jeans.”
Derek’s arms clamped around Stiles, making the slender boy wince a bit, but he answered, like she knew he would, “Kissing him is the only thing that shuts him up.” Allison wondered if that was true, as she knew exactly how much Stiles talked, even with his mouth full. “And it kind of sucks, because it was how much he talked, even when I was sleeping on the couch, that did me in.”
Allison hadn’t expected that. But then again, Derek would probably enjoy the endless noise, especially when his head was already filled with voices, like hers was still. But she also knew he would keep them with him, like she would keep hers. Even the unpleasant ones were still better than nothingness. She smiled at him, and he smiled at her, and she uncocked the gun, put the safety on and pulled out the clip. All in all it had been ten minutes of easy conversation, mostly.
Scott was mumbling something under his breath, and Stiles was responding to it somewhat conscious of how he looked.
Derek was happy. She was happy. They had what they needed, and they were happy. She couldn’t deny it, he had been right all along. Stupid werewolf.
“Well, I guess we better get, Stiles, Derek.” She said, walking out the door, pulling her key out of the door. “Say hi to the cat for me, wherever he got to.”
Stiles looked at Derek, “You have a cat!?”
Allison couldn’t help but laugh, “We’re sorry,” she said, “you two go back to doing whatever you were doing, and I’ll talk to you another time. Answer my text next time. Got it?”
Derek nodded, and she closed the door.
She barely made it to the elevator before she heard a small hiss. She barely made it to the bottom floor before Scott started whimpering and groaning like he was sick. Apparently they were still in range that his ears could hear something, but she wasn’t going to ask.
They got into her car, and she smiled at him, “You look like someone just kicked your puppy.”
Scott looked at her, hurt. “Stiles and Derek… I think I’ll be ok with it, but trust me, if you knew what they had been planning on doing before we showed up, you would think someone kicked your puppy too.”
She smiled at her boyfriend, the boy she loved with more of her heart than she ever knew she had, the boy who had waited for her, sitting outside her window, and smiled even wider. “Well, I bet I have a pretty good idea what they were up to. But let’s say we forget about them, and try something on our own. What do you say?”
Scott looked at her, his mind instantly on the same page as hers, “Ok, but give me twenty minutes.”
Allison thought about it, “Let’s get burgers, then we can go back to your place and just cuddle for a bit, ok?”
Scott looked at her, eyes full of questions and wanting and love. She couldn’t deny him any longer, she didn’t want to. “Ok.”
She went to the burger joint downtown, put in her order for a strawberry milkshake, pulled off her olive green jacket that was too small for her, but she was wearing layers, and it looked really cute. Scott took the seat across from her, and she smiled at him. She smiled, and she was happy.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a blind spot. A blind spot that was the perfect place to hide from everyone else in the diner. She smiled at it too.