There's No Such Thing As Fate

Allison looked back behind her as she followed his gaze to the door. It was probably best if they got out of there before they got caught. “I know.. Don’t worry. Come on, let’s get you out of here.“ She offered him a small supportive smile before she stool and carefully helped him up. “It’s different. Do you think maybe.. The darkness within us, left over from after the nemeton. It could be some part of the short term consequences..” Noticing the blood on his shirt she cursed inwardly, that was going to attract some much unwanted attention. “Okay you can’t go back to class like that.. Come on. My car’s just out front.” She nodded; carefully opening the hall to make sure it was deserted. Allison sighed in relief as not a single soul lingered down the hall. And motioned him forward from behind her. 

Isaac smiled softly as she spoke, she was right, and though sometimes he still felt weak it was nice to hear that someone believed in him. Isaac looked down for some kind of answer when she kissed his cheek. It was sweet. He really didn’t know how to take it so he just smiled. Looking down at her hand in his, “Well I mean it.” He said quietly as he watched her hand fall and then step back.

"Sorry. I um.. I shouldn't have done that." She cleared her throat as she realised what she had done. Pulling herself together she nodded as he spoke and quickly looked around her room for a distraction.

"I’m absolutely positive that all I did was touch it. I touched it and it shattered. I’d say it’s more freaky than weird."

"Well freaky and weird seem to be one in the same on most occasions. Have you told anyone else about this? And does your mom know?"

“Good because it wouldn't be just ‘Captain America’ you’d be up against. Let’s just say he has a strong following behind him.” Allison let a small smile slip past her lips. Demon or not, if she was ever to try something the entire pack would be on her case as soon as they caught wind of it. “Balto? Who the hell is.. Wait. Derek? What the hell?” She muttered audibly. “He’s agreed to take Stiles to the Winchesters without bringing it up with the rest of us.. Shit..” She cursed, under her breath. “Derek has no right.” She scowled, making a mental note to pay Derek a visit later in the day. “Well, it’s not going to just be me. We’re all going. Or else it doesn’t happen.” She assumed the demon knew who she meant by mentioning the pack considering her knowledge of them so far. 

"Scott!" Allison yelled, watching worriedly as the blood dripped down his arms. She stood back helplessly watching as he continued to dig his claws into his skin. As hard as it was not to scream at him to stop or force him to stop hurting himself, Allison remained frozen in her spot as  she watched it start working as  his wolf form slowly retreated. Letting out a shaky breath, she stepped forward to kneel before him. A supportive hand resting upon his shoulder. "Really? Out of everything you could think of you went for pain?" She sighed, shaking her head in slight relief as his he returned back to his usual human state. "Tell me this is the first time this has happened.. What's going on Scott?"

“Well aren’t you just a bucket full of sunshine.” Allison muttered, sarcastically. “Like I said. I’m working on it.” She snapped, watching her carefully as she continued to circle her. “If by Captain America you mean Scott then I will do nothing of a sort. He is not your concern, stay away from him.” She threatened, her eyes narrowing to a glare. “That stupid little boy is an innocent and he doesn’t deserve to go through this let alone die. And we’re going to make sure that doesn’t happen. Stiles can beat this.” Allison forced a small smirk. They had overcome so much so far, this sure as hell wasn’t going to change that. “Dying or not he’s not gone yet we can save him, we will save him. I’ll admit I haven’t much experience with demons at all. And we are going to need the help of the Winchesters because of their.. ‘expertise’ but I’ll be damned if I sit back and let them torture him.” She nodded determined. 

"Oh, now my feelings are hurt." He said sarcastically. She was beginning to walk away, so Damon acted fast and used his speed, he was standing a few feet in front of her. "What’s the hurry? I’m sure you can spare a few extra minutes."

Allison stopped in her tracks, as he appeared in front of her. Okay that wasn't normal. And there was only one thing that immediately came to mind, from her grandfathers journal. She only hoped it wasn't true. "A few minuets for whom?" She questioned, thankfully and fortunately she had come armed. Just in case. "The hurry is I have things to do. People to see. Catch my drift? So whatever it is you want to talk it about, make it quick will you?" She retorted confidently as she remained calm.

Isaac nodded, “I know what it’s like to feel weak. I felt weak almost my whole life. But that’s the difference, I was weak and you’re not weak, Allison. It’s just a feeling. A sick and twisted feeling. But you’ll get over it. Because at the end of the day you’re strong— the strongest person I know.” Isaac raised a brow at her, almost to question why she’d even say that, “You know that’s not true right? I’ll be less than fine. I’d be pretty lost if I lost someone I care about again.” Isaac bit his lip as she nudged him letting a smile chuckle, “Fine.”

Allison frowned slightly as he spoke. He was right, actually he was spot on. Not that she would ever admit that. "But you're not now. And you never will be again. Not after everything you've been through. You'll always push through no matter what happens." Carefully she reached out, taking his hand in hers. "Thank-you. That...means a lot." She nodded once, leaning up to carefully peck his cheek, before stepping back again, a small smile resting on her lips. "Well I'm not going anywhere so you don't have to worry, you won't loose me. Promise" She squeezed his hand lightly, offering him a reassuring smile."Good." She grinned, quickly letting go of his hand as she realised she was still holding it. 

"He’s sort of thick headed, you know? Like there’s no talking to him, getting through to him. Better yet, making him see things from your point of view." Caroline shrugs her small frame. "I moved here and thought I’d never see him again. Of course, out of thin air, he shows up like he’s this knight in shining armor guy and makes me weak at the knees. Why he was bad for me, it’s a little complicated. He has just caused….a lot of unnecessary drama in my life. But then, when it’s just the two of us… I see who he really is."

"Right. So in other words he's a typical male." Allison chuckled lightly, remaining silent as she spoke. "Well if he followed you here that's got to mean something. I mean, he wouldn't have come unless he really did care about you." She nodded in understanding, offering the blonde a small smile. "Well you don't seem like the type that needs a night in shinning armour. Why not make sure he knows that. Then see what happens. As for the drama, I can't really comment on that one personally. Drama is basically a given for most people, but it's how you deal with it and work around it that really shows your true character." She shrugged slightly. "Then if that's the case and you know what you want, why are you still sitting here? Why not go after him, tell him how you really feel?"

All I did was touch it, Allison. I’m pretty sure they aren’t supposed to do that.

"You're sure all you did was touch it? I mean. It's not like they're touch sensitive. That is weird."

"It's certainly about time." Allison grinned, pulling her best friend into a hug.

 Isaac paused, “Allison you know what I mean.. you have to have help, even if you don’t want it. You can’t protect everyone on your own.” Isaac a half sympathetic smile as she looked up at him, he understood why she felt that way but he was too protective of her to let her do anything that’d get her hurt anymore, especially alone. “I meant it, Al. I couldn’t bare it if something happened to you. So, I’m going to do whatever it takes.” When she said she needed him.. alive the words sunk in and he took in a deep breath.

Allison let out a small groan as she ran a frustrated hand through her hair. "I know. Maybe I just don't want to admit it to myself.  Because I can't fail again. I hate feeling weak. I hate it." Allison paused, searching his eyes for any sign of sarcasm as he spoke. "I'm sure you would be more than fine if something happened to me." She shrugged, "Fine. Just as long as whatever it takes doesn't mean getting yourself hurt in the process. Okay?" She offered him a small supportive smile, nudging his shoulder playfully as they remained close.