#scalison

“Hey sweetheart.” The cushions are soft and comfortable as they always have been, it’s the same couch the McCalls have had since Scott was born. He hums to his mother as his back sinks into the back of the couch.

“I heard you talking upstairs, was it Stiles?” She’s probably thinking back to freshman and sophomore year when they’d talk nonstop for hours on end every day even if they had just seen each other at school. That was before things got so complicated and so many people moved in and out of Scott’s life.

“I was talking to Alison.” He can hear how his mothers breath hitches ever so slightly and she sets her book down. It’s almost been a full year since Alison died, nobody has talked to Scott about her, they all walk on egg shells and skitter around the topic. He knows why, and most days he appreciates it, but not today. Today he wishes Chris was here to talk to about her and look at old photos and laugh about old story’s, but he’s not here and neither is Isaac, who would’ve been Scott’s second choice to talk about Alison with. Despite all the relationship overlap they experienced, Scott knows that’d never stop Isaac from letting Scott ramble about his late girlfriend.

“You were?” Melissa asks hesitantly, Scott nods. He’s so tired lately, between the asthma coming back, Deaton being missing, the whole pack feeling distant, the ever growing fear that the dread doctors will show back up, Scott’s drained of all his energy and only growing more and more weak as the days pass.

“I miss her.” It’s so much more than that. He could write a million words about how he longs for Alison to be back, how even after they broke up he never stopped loving her, how he wakes up almost nightly to the image of her bleeding out in his lap.

“I know Scott, I know.” Melissa’s arms wrap around Scott’s shoulders from the side and her head leans against him, it’s a motherly hug, one that always seems to come out when Alison is involved. Their first break because her family was trying to kill him, again when Alison was being controlled by her grandfather, when they really broke up, when he found out Isaac and Alison were dating, when she died, after her funeral, and any other time after that when Alison’s brought up. He’s used to the feeling of this hug, it’s safe and familiar, but it doesn’t fix the ever growing empty space in Scott’s chest.

“I lied to you.” His chest heaves under the long breath he lets out, fingers twitching on the couch incase he has to grab the inhaler tucked into his sweatpants pocket. Melissa’s head pulls back just enough for her to look at him, she gives a quizzing expression before he continues.

“I told you that I’m my own anchor now, that I have been since me and Alison broke up. I lied. I was for a little while, but then she…” he can’t get the words out, still, “and now she’s my anchor again.” Scott’s mouth feels dry and scratchy when the words finish.

“Oh baby…” There’s nothing else for Melissa to say, Scott knows that too, knows her breath hitch and her side hug and her lack of words, he knows a lot. He can’t blame his mother for being at a lack of words, he wouldn’t know what to say either.

“Things were better when she was here, I miss her, I want her back.” It was never perfect when Alison was alive, far from it actually, but it was better. Scott at least had someone he could rely on, really rely on, even when Gerard was dictating what Alison did, she was there for Scott in certain ways. He needs that right now, someone in his corner.

“I’m so sorry Scott, I know it’s hard.” He nods to his mother’s gentle voice because he knows, this is all she can think to say. There is no training on what to say when your sixteen year old son had his girlfriend die in his arms because of supernatural creatures.