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“No matter what, no matter what happens between us, you’ll never lose me.” It might hurt to be around the one he fell in love with without being hers but Allison meant more to him than anyone. No matter what their status he would always be by her side, he’d be there for her whenever he was needed. Feelings aside she was still the most important person to him besides her father. The man becoming the father he deserved. Taking him in when no one else would and giving him a life worth living. He was jumping to conclusion, assuming that even when not around that Scott was the chosen one but he couldn’t help himself. He was there, he remembered and he didn’t want to possibly get in the way. To be the one who kept her from her true love. “I’m here, Allison. I’m not going anywhere.” A faint smile painting his features.

How close they were, each touch, it brought him back down to earth. His smile genuine as he basked in the moment they were sharing. His eyes never once leaving her. Taking in her features as he almost forgot, remembering what he missed too much. Everything about her now brought back to him. That fact causing relief as life without her was never the same. Her loss stuck with him, forever heartbroken over losing the one he discreetly fell in love with. Her presence fixing what was broken, his heart whole again.

His gaze fell as she spoke about the other male, his former best friend. His hand dropping to his side as he took a step back. His top row of teeth chewing down onto his bottom lip. To hear it out loud hurt worse but he didn’t blame her, he wasn’t mad. He was no match for Scott and never would be. Slowly nodding along as he listened to every word. A hard swallow following at the mention of himself losing her. But it was what was said next that caught him off guard, eyes falling upon her once more. After everything that was said that night, everything that was done, all that was remember was him. Something he didn’t expect to hear.

“Why me?” It was a stupid question but shock had taken over. The fingers of his right hand wiping at his eyes, the tears finally dried. “What does this mean?” He needed to know, he needed it to be spelt out for him. “What does this mean for us? Do you mean that?” His heart going like the clappers as he stood in silence, his questions running through his mind as he waited for her response.

Allison closed her eyes as his words washed over her, a shiver running down her spine. They made her feel safe, made her forget about the aching pain in her gut, about the death she couldn’t remember but simultaneously never forgot. She wondered, not for the first time, how he was able to do it so easily. Take away all the bad memories, take away the pain. A faint smile flickered at her mouth then. He was the same Isaac, she realized. Always trying to bare the pain of others, but never once attempting to shed it from himself.

Opening her eyes again, wide and emotive as she took him in again, as if he might disappear at any second. She supposed that’s how it was now. Desperately hanging on to every part of him in case she lost him. Maybe that’s why his words meant so much, why they rang in her ears, why she held onto them well after they left his lips.

Allison tried to keep her voice steady as the words left her lips, but feeling him slip away caused a tremor in her words. She felt more than saw him slip away. Felt the reassurance of his forehead against hers disappear, felt him slip away from her fingertips, felt cold in every place that felt the loss of him. She let him go. She knew, perhaps, it wasn’t what he hoped to hear, but it’s what she needed him to hear. She needed him to know, needed to make it clear what he was to her, what he could be.

She gave him a soft smile as his eyes found their way back to her. His words tugged at something inside her, her heart beating out a hopeful rhythm. She fell back into him again, forehead pressed gently to his once more, fingertips ghosting along his jawline. ‘I didn’t choose you.’ She’d meant for the words to come out bold and strong, but they were a whisper, as if she were sharing a secret, as if her words were for his ears only. ‘But if I could, if I could choose anyone.’ She paused then, eyes flickering downward, the pad of her thumb ghosting against his bottom lip distractedly. ‘I’d still choose you, Isaac.’ She watched him for a moment before leaning in, pressing her lips to the corner of his mouth. A promise and a chance. A chance to let him go, but a promise that she’d be there, if he’d have her. 

He wasn’t sure what was going on but he lowered the gun and stared at her. “Allison,” He breathed, out, confusion all over his face. He didn’t understand how this was happening, but this was his daughter. He didn’t know how or why but he didn’t want to question it. “I’ve missed you” He allowed himself to admit, pulling the girl in for a hug. For the second time in such a short period, he felt tears tracking down his cheeks. Both of his children here, with him. “I don’t understand how, but I’m so happy you’re here. That I haven’t lost you.” 

Unaware of how straight she’d been standing, Allison let her shoulders drop slightly as her father lowered the gun, tension leaving her body in spades. She let out a relieved breath as he said her name. ‘It’s me, dad.’ She replied, giving him a weary smile. She didn’t have time to wonder what he was doing here, what she was doing here, before he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. She let out a choked sob, tired and emotional and relieved. ‘I promise it’s me.’ She murmured into his shoulder. ‘You’re not gonna lose me, dad. I’ll always come back. For you, for us.’

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Allison bit the inside of her cheek to keep the silly smile that was threatening to brighten her face from tugging at her lips. Her heart fluttered as she looked up at him. He was all sharp lines and hard edges on the outside, but then there was the other side of him. There was his bright, hopeful eyes. There was his soft, crooked smile she was sure he wasn’t aware of when he looked at her sometimes. There was his gentle fingertips against her skin, hesitant yet steady at the same time. It was that Isaac she liked the best.

‘I wouldn’t mind if you did.’ She doesn’t look at him when she says it, not directly, her eyes settled just above his shoulder. It felt like she was back at Beacon Hills, felt like she was in high school again, felt like she was young and happy and free. Allison liked that feeling, she decided, missed it. Her eyes moved to meet his again, feeling a flush rise from her neck all the way up to her pale cheeks, tinged with pink. ‘If you had a crush on me.’ She added, finally letting the shy, happy smile lift the corner of her lips.

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He had suffered so many losses in his life but Allison’s was the hardest to handle. The last straw as he packed up little he owned and moved to France. A fresh start that he was more than thankful for. The language now second nature to him and knowing that he always had a home in the beautiful country he couldn’t get enough of. But New York came as a chance for a third fresh start, to explore more of the world and he took it. To bump into Brandon Hills natives wasn’t easy, the bad memories flooding back with their presence but he dealt with it. Allison’s presence the most difficult but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Since the day he lost her all he had wanted was her, to be the person he talked to about her death, to be the girl he had fallen in love with. She was on his mind constantly as he never wanted to let her go.

“Don’t.” He shook his head, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Don’t do it again.” His heart continuing to beat rapidly inside his chest. “I can’t lose you, not again.” He was practically begging for her safety, for her to stay. The two both knowing that there was no promise that could be made. How she was alive and well neither knew but to question it he didn’t care for. “I thought losing my family was hard but you-“ Pausing as he bit down on his bottom lip, fighting back the urge to break down harder, to let out the pain he had kept in. “I wasn’t okay, I’m not okay, you were all I had left.”

His eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of her lips against his forehead, closed tight as he allowed for the tears to fall. “Stay.” His voice barely a whisper, his forehead resting against hers. A hard swallow following as he brought up his right hand to gently cup at her cheek. His thumb brushing against her skin.

“What about Scott?” The other male coming to mind as she mentioned their chance. “You, uh, you died in his arms. You confessed your love. I haven’t seen him since we lost you but I-I don’t wanna be the one who stands between the two of you.” It felt stupid to say, to even bring up, his former friend from what he knew still living in Beacon Hills. “I don’t think I can be second choice.” His heart going like the clappers, his chance being ruined by self sabotage. “I know how I feel, about you, I’ve felt that way since before that night we shared together. But I already lost you once, I can’t lose you again, in any way.”

The smile she offered him when his voice was thick with emotion wass tinged with melancholy as it tugged at her lips. There’s something in her then, eyes heavy and half-lidded, that wished she could give him the world, wished she could give him a better life than he got, maybe even a little part of her that knew she would do it again, knew she’d risk her life for him in the blink of an eye if it meant she could take that pain away. She didn’t tell him this. It’s not what he needed to hear, and somehow she thinks he knows anyway.

‘Isaac—‘ Her voice was rough when his name fell from her tongue, as if she’d just fought her way through hell to get back to him. Maybe she had. She cleared her throat, gazing at him with a morose determination. ‘I can’t say I wouldn’t do it again. I would, I would do it again. But I don’t want to.’ She watched him with steely eyes, willing him to understand. ‘Not because I regret it, I don’t, not for a second. But it gave me this.’ She licked her lips, hoping to mend her dry throat and lips. ‘And I don’t want to lose this.’ For a moment she’s sure that’s where the sentence ends, but then the words left her lips, so quiet she almost didn’t hear them herself. ‘Don’t wanna lose you.’

She finds comfort in his proximity, forehead pressed to his in what she hoped was some kind of reassurance. Hoped he found even a semblance of solace in her as she did in him. Her lips parted in an exhale as she felt his hand against her face, fingers brushing against the planes of her face. She leaned into his touch, eyelids fluttering, and for a moment the guilt and sorrow left her face, her faint smile much more serene. ‘I’m not going anywhere.’ She replied, truthfully. She takes a leap of faith, tilting her head just enough to press her lips against his gentle fingers, hoping the gesture can reassure him if her words couldn’t.

She didn’t remember everything about that night. She remembered Lydia. She remembered her dad and the silver arrow. And she remembered Isaac. ‘I do love Scott. I think I always will. But—’ She knew it was a sting, knew it was a sting he didn’t need right now, but she wouldn’t lie to Isaac, couldn’t. ‘We lost each other. Not in the way you and I lost each other. Not in the way I lost Lydia or Stiles or my dad. We didn’t lose each other in death. We lost each other in life.’

She watched him closely, emotion glinting in her eyes. ‘Do you know what the last thing I remember is?’ He could relay the events over and over, but Allison knew what she remembered. To her, it felt like yesterday. ‘Not my dad. Not Lydia. Not even Scott. It was you. I think back to that night and all I remember is you.’ Her smile turned wistful then, as though she was recalling a memory much more precious than the night of her death. ‘You’re not my second choice, Isaac. You’re my second chance.’ 

He stared at the girl, concerned for himself and for her. What the hell was he supposed to do? She looked so real, “What happened is that you’re not my daughter. You can’t be. Because my daughter died.” He grit out, his voice breaking for just a second, hating talking about losing the only good thing that came with the last name Argent. “I don’t know what you are or what you think you’re doing, but you can’t be her.” 

Allison took him in properly for the first time. He was different. He looked more haggard than she last remembered, reminded suddenly of the time following her mother’s death, a time Allison tries hard not to remember. The memory still burns bright and hard beneath the surface, something about it reflected in his eyes now. She knew it was him, had no lingering doubt. It was in the rumble of his voice, in the turmoil in his expression, in the expert grip of the pistol that stared down at her. This was her father.

‘Dad, please.’ Her voice sounded wrecked as it left. 'It’s me. It’s me.’ The words come out like a chant, pleading. Her next words come out eerily familiar as they leave her lips. They are the last words she remembered telling him, one of the last memories she has that wasn’t dark and fuzzy. ‘I'm proud of you. I’m proud of us.’

Kira coudln’t help the smile curving her lips. Allison was there, she was real. IT was so strange, but she kept her mouth shut for the moment. She relaxed a little, nodding. “I just moved. Looking to go to NYU.” she replied. “What about you?” she asked. 

Allison couldn’t say Kira was the last person she expected to run into on the corner of a busy street in the middle of New York City, but she also couldn’t say she expected to be in the city in the first place. She was definitely in the top ten, though. Even still, Allison couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly happy ( and perhaps relieved ) to see a familiar face. ‘That’s amazing, Kira! I’m sure it’ll be a perfect fit, NYU is a fantastic school.’ Allison’s smile faltered slightly as the topic moved on to her. ‘Honestly? I’m not sure you’d believe me if I told you.’ Although given their choice of friends, perhaps that wasn’t true. ‘I’m not even sure I believe it.’

Chris was finally starting to adjust to New York. To the strangers and all the confusing situations and having Peter nearby. But then he heard a familiar voice, a small brunette standing in front of him asking for directions. His throat closed and for a second he allowed himself to short circuit. He couldn’t figure it out and before he knew, he was reaching for his gun. “Who the fuck are you?” 

Allison had been so preoccupied with the how and why she’d gotten here she never even thought about who else might have been in the city. In a way she wasn’t that surprised to see that familiar face. If there was anyone that always found her, always stood by her, it was her father. ‘Dad,’ the word left her lips breathlessly, but the ghost of a smile tugged at her mouth. 

It fainted just as quickly as it came, her eyes finding the cold metal of the gun before his fingers even wrapped around it. Allison’s eyes flickered up to him, his expression cold in comparison to the typical ones directed at her. ‘Dad, it’s me. It’s Allison. I—’ It started clicking into place then. His face. The gun. He wouldn’t look at her like that. Not unless— ‘What happened?’

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He was on the verge of tears, breath shaky as he put his all into fighting them back. The thumb of his left hand resting against his lips as he stared into space. Memories from the day she died flooding his mind. The guilt he felt straight off the bat returning. It was his fault, it was all his fault and he knew it. He was unable to fight back. The oni slicing at his chest repeatedly, on their way to ending him once and for all. Death something he hadn’t been afraid of since losing everything. Having nothing to live for, having no purpose, he was the right choice. His life meant nothing and yet the girl he had fallen for saw something in him worth saving.

He heard her voice ringing in his ears but he couldn’t bring himself to look at her. Tear filled eyes refusing to budge until the last minute. His gaze locking onto her as a single tear rolled down his right cheek. The panic he felt unbearable. The day he saw her again he chose to ignore reality, to live in the moment and appreciate the fact he was able to see her once again. But now the pain of the past, their reality, it came crashing back. His heart racing as he took deep breaths in, exhaling getting shakier by the second.

“It was all me…” A hard swallow following as he adverted his gaze, his eyes shutting tight. “You should’ve left me. It should’ve been me.” The guilt he had felt since that night eating away at him for years. Being the reason her loved ones lost her was difficult to live with. Nobody but himself blaming him from what he knew but to Isaac he had every right. If she hadn’t of paused to save him, she would’ve lived till this day. Hot tears beginning to flow.

The hand that held hers he squeezed tight. Each deep breath taken slowly calming him down, her touch helping. Her voice, the hand that felt her heartbeat. His eyes slowly opening as he searched for her gaze. “You deserved so much better than what you got…” She deserved to live past the age she got to, to see the world, to make something of herself once older. “I’m scared, Allison.” His voice barely a whisper. “I’m scared that I’ll blink and you’ll be gone. That you’re a figment of my imagination. That I’ll-“ A pause, gaze falling once more. “That we’ll lose you again.”

It broke her heart seeing him like this, seeing what had happened to him in the time they’d been apart, seeing what she had done to him. The ragged breaths, the fear in his eyes, the pain written all over his face. It broke her heart to know that she had broken his. She’d take it all back if she could. Allison would give her life over and over again if it would take his pain away. 

If only she could’ve come earlier, if only she could have found her way back to him before now. Maybe she could have saved him the pain, saved him the guilt, saved him from himself. She was there now, though. She was there, her hands pressed steadily to his skin, his hand against her chest, feeling the constant thrum of her heartbeat beneath his palm. That had to count for something. She was going to make it count.

‘Hey,’ Allison’s voice came out ragged, the sound of it broken to her ears, her throat dry as she gripped tightly to the hand above her heart. She knew, really, that this was the guilt he was living with, of course she knew, but she couldn’t bear to hear it. The words were like a knife twisting to her heart, drawing the air from her lungs. ‘Don’t—‘ She paused, chest shaking with her heavy, ragged breaths. ‘Don’t you dare, Isaac. It was my choice. Mine. And I’d do it again. To save you? I’d do it every single time.’ She may not have remembered that night clearly, not anywhere as clearly as she knew he did, but she knew that much. Her life or his? She’d choose him every time.

She listened, even though it broke her heart, she listened to every word he said, hung onto them like a lifeline. ‘I’m scared too, you know. I don’t know how, I don’t know why I’m here, but I am.’ She let his hand stay where it was, knew it helped, knew it was a reminder he needed. Slowly, though, she drew her hands away as she rose to her toes. Her hands found the back of his head, fingers tangled in his brown curls, guiding his head down gently until she could reach him, pressing her lips to his forehead, hoping it gave him the same reassurance that her heartbeat did: that she was real, that she was alive.

She pulled back slightly moments later, only enough to rest her forehead against his, breath fanning his face as she spoke. ‘I don’t know what’s happening, or even why it’s happening, but we can’t let this go. Someone is giving us a second chance, our second chance. We have to take it. We can’t waste it, Isaac. Not this time.’

Bram had been trying to find Broadway and gotten decently lost, so he was surprised when the girl stopped to ask him for directions. “I…uhm, actually, I don’t know.” he replied. “I was tryign to find Broadway and I got veered off course.”

Despite herself, a small grin quirked at Allison’s lips at the boy’s reply. She let out a soft chuckle upon realizing he was just as hopelessly lost as she was. She didn’t know what she was expecting, she was sure the city was filled to the brim with tourists and commuters, her random selection on the street was a shot in the dark. It was his disoriented expression Allison was sure mirrored on her own face that had her asking— ‘You want to help each other out? Two heads are better than one, after all.’ She didn’t know exactly what compelled her to ask, but he seemed nice enough. ‘Besides, how much more lost can we get?’

Jace turned and looked at the girl, giving a nod. “Yeah, I can show you the way if you’d like?” he asked. “It’s a simple enough walk, but with all the people you can get turned around.” he explained. 

Allison’s expression perked up immediately, her general confusion toward how she ended up in New York ( when last she remembered she’d been three thousand miles away ) subsiding slightly as she offered the stranger a smile. Beacon Hills was minuscule in comparison, rarely ever finding herself lost, and when she did it was usually at the hands of some supernatural entity. She’d much rather get lost in the throngs of the big city rather than at the hands of a kanima or deranged werewolf, or worse. ‘That would be great, yeah.’ Allison grinned in appreciation. ‘So, you from around here, then?’

Kira had been lost in her mind as she wandered New York, fascinated by the city and it’s blend of culture, people and everything else. So when she turned a corner and was admiring some food from a window, wondering if she should probably finally get food, she was surprised by a voice she hadn’t heard in a long time. Surprise made her eyes flash gold briefly and she stared at Allison, stunned. “…Allison?”

Eyes wide as recognition dawned on her, Allison took a hesitant step back, nonplussed by the girl staring back at her. ‘Kira,’ Her voice came out hushed and breathless, her eyes taking in the familiar girl. Something about her was different, something Allison couldn’t place. Her hair still dark, eyes still kind, face still soft, but there was something intermixed that Allison had never seen before. Despite this, a relieved smile tugged at her lips. ‘Oh, thank God. What are you doing here?‘

‘Stiles,’ his name left her mouth hesitantly, the sound of it wracked with grief and guilt. Allison could see the boy stood in front of her was the same boy she met alongside Scott years ago, ( it felt like a lifetime ago, now ) she knew it by the pale skin, the contrasting moles and freckles, even in the way he still wasn’t sure how to carry himself, in the static energy that had always coursed through him.

He was older, though. Not just in age, it was in the way his expression greeted her, in the lack of spastic movements he’d once been incapable of controlling. He was different in the way no one ever wanted to be, haunted by a ghost of his past. She saw it in the reflection of his brown eyes, in the set of his jaw, in every passing second. And Allison felt an encompassing guilt. She wanted to reach out, wanted to wrap her arms around him, wanted to whisper I’m sorry into his ear over and over again until the pain went away.

She didn’t, because Allison knew that kind of pain never left. Instead, Allison slowly drew closer, her eyes never leaving his face. Again she saw the struggle, an inner torment, and what she wouldn’t give, Allison thought, to take that pain away. Swallowing thickly, only a few inches from him now, she slowly took her hands in his. Fingertips pressed to his wrists, palms against the backs of his hands, she tugged at them gently, gesturing to their conjoined hands between them.

‘Look at them,’ Allison finally said, glancing down. She let go of his wrists, letting her fingers brush at his knuckles, hoping not to scare him off with the physical gesture. ‘Count them.’ She added, knowing he’d know what she meant, knowing he’d remember. ‘Count them and you’ll know it’s real. You’ll know I’m real.’