Just a dreamer. Enjonine.

So a while ago I was brainstorming a scene in a possible sequel to The Next Level Is Real. I’m still working on that, but I’ve realized that this scene is not going to work at all–the POV is all wrong, certain characters are now DEAD, it’s more than a little OOC for Scott, it’s been jossed to hell by season 3, it’s also pretty much all “tell” and no “show” and… anyway I’m gonna cut it.  For like a ton of reasons.

But I thought someone might enjoy reading this fanfic DVD extra. And I need to archive it.  

At this point, mid s3, Allison and Derek are awkward not-quite-friends, still online guild players, and haven’t hooked up since the one time. It’s the day before a full moon.

When their facade of distance and friendship unravels, Allison is stunned at the speed that everything falls apart. Minutes, is all it takes. They’re hobbling home together, spilling out of Allison and Derek’s cars into the elevator up to the loft. Isaac takes the couch and Boyd slides to the floor beside it, both of them exhausted and bleeding on Derek’s furniture. Cora joins them with a blanket and a soda.  The alpha himself sits in a fold-up chair near the table, holding his head and grimacing. Scott ducks into the back to use the bathroom, his wounds already reduced to yellow bruises.

Allison grabs a needle and thread from Derek’s kitchen and approaches him with flat-mouthed determination. He looks askance at the needle. Allison meets his gaze, her unspoken words transparent in her expression. Derek’s scalp is still leaking copious streaks of blood from Aiden’s last swipe, and stitches will help his natural healing abilities overcome the final hurdle.  Seeing her face, all the air leaves his lungs and he gestures her over, slouching into the chair.

Scott comes out of the bathroom to see Allison standing beside a seated Derek, carefully bandaging his scalp. He stops halfway into the room and watches them, unable to look away from the sight of Allison’s knee knocking into Derek’s thigh as she shifts her weight from one hand to the other. Her left hand holds back the alpha’s thick hair while she presses a thin steri-strip over the stitches at his temple, but it’s not her gentle work that fixates Scott’s attention. Derek’s face, calm under Allison’s touch, is what tears the ground out from beneath Scott McCall.  The alpha’s eyes are closed, his neck is bared, and in more than a year of knowing the angry, desperate werewolf Scott has never seen him look so at peace. A growl spills out of Scott involuntarily. It permeates the exhausted room, startling even Scott with its menace. Isaac flings himself upright from the couch to stare, and Boyd twists around. Derek opens his eyes at the first rumble and pushes Allison neatly aside to look intently at Scott. No one says anything for a moment, then Allison breaks. “Okay, what’s happening right now?” Scott takes three strides toward them, and Derek stands to meet him. Raising her hands, Allison crosses the distance to Scott. “Scott, hey, talk to me.” His gaze ricochets between her and Derek, his body shuddering. He doesn’t want to be angry; he doesn’t want to be acting this way but his wolf instincts are screaming and it’s so, so close to the full moon. His eyes slide momentarily into yellow before he reigns his emotions back under the facade of control. The alpha’s eyes never leave him, but Scott can’t forget the sight of Derek relaxed with Allison’s hands in his hair. “What happened between you two?” he demands. Heart splitting, Scott waits for her to deny it, to ask him what the hell he’s talking about, then to laugh off his jealousy with a flick of her hair. Yet Allison does none of these things. She’s not an expert on lying and the question takes her aback, so she her first instinct is to send a panicked glance at Derek. Instantly realizing her error, she looks at Scott again, but the damage is done. “Holy shit,” says Isaac from the couch.  “Derek!” hisses Cora, then the pieces are falling into place too fast for Allison to catch up to them. “Wait,” she protests. “What are you talking about? We’re not–” “We?” Boyd asks incredulously from beside the couch.  “Holy serious shit,” repeats Isaac. “No way.” Allison feels panic bubbling in her chest because this is exactly the scenario she’s been working to prevent for over a month. Worse, because everyone else is here too.

“Is it you?” Scott growls. “You’re the online friend, right?”

“What friend?” say Cora and Isaac in unison. “Yes,” says Derek at the same time that Allison says, "That’s none of your business.“ 

Her breath comes in short gasps and Allison freezes with indecision.  She isn’t with Scott, she doesn’t owe him anything, but part of her had always hoped that some day they’d be able to turn back time, to go back to the way things used to be. Yet now Derek stands three feet from her, a fixed point of disruption in that dream. Derek ruined everything and they hadn’t even–

"Allison, talk to me! What the hell is going on?”

“Hey!” snaps Derek, shades of alpha adding bass to his voice. “You look at me, you talk to me, Scott. Your problem is with me, not her.”

As if in response to the sound, Scott’s eyes flicker gold, and Allison remembers the wolfsbane powder he was exposed to just an hour ago. Could it still be in his system, or is this the moon’s effect? “Scott,” Derek growls again. “Look at me. I’ll answer your questions but if you aren’t in control then you need to leave.”

Irkalla by Starbolin :: Allison/Derek | 14k | E | ao3

Allison’s first thought is that she should’ve stopped for a rest before tackling the climb. It’s obvious within seconds, though, that this is no dizzy spell. The slope itself is on the move, scree shifting and clattering under her feet, larger rocks beginning to shake loose and roll. Even if there were something to be done, she’s too rattled to think of it before a leg is knocked out from beneath her and she goes down in the chaos, choking on dust.

Irkalla Mix :: 8tracks

Derek snarled and struggled, fighting uselessly against his bonds, as the hunters talked above him. Things were hazy, his mouth tasted dry, his lungs ached. He’d been drugged, that much he knew, but he didn’t know with what. They had something else, another syringe, and he hissed when they shoved the needle into his belly. 

  Derek felt his arousal growing, and struggled harder, but it was no use, he was stuck. They said something and laughed, leaving by a door, all but two, one who turned him over, and one who cut the rope. They were gone before Derek had cleared the fog in his brain enough to react. 

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My Henry and Ivy fanfic is finally posted! Have a read if you’d like (link below)

Summary:

(Set as follow on to 7x14 scene)

“Drizella wait!”

When Henry calls Ivy by her real name Ivy panics, is her curse breaking?

After talking to Weaver and Roni they decide that the true loves kiss to break this curse must be changing from Henry and Jacinda to Henry and Ivy.

With time against them, will they be able to find a cure for Henry before he falls in love with and kisses Ivy? Or will it be as easy and simple as what Weaver found?

Read here!

henry finally realizes where his heart lies. 

“ … well maybe i’m in love ” 

Time After Time

They had an incredible chemistry! *___*

Such a pity ABC decided to cancel the show :(