#with scott.

STILES WAS RIGHT but don't tell him she thought that. He'd never let her live it down. Being alive again was weird and even though Melissa both knew and let her spend the night with Scott, Allison could tell she still had questions. Who wouldn't? It wasn't every day your son's dead ex, now girlfriend, spent the night every other night. It seemed to be going well until she woke up in a cold sweat, hand gripping the blade she had put on the night stand just in case... worried about whatever it was that had attacked Stiles potentially attacking the McCall house too, even if subconsciously. "Scott..."

STILES AND NOAH WERE STILL AT THE HOSPITAL WHICH MEANT that by any means, no one was in the Stilinski house at 8 PM. She moved freely inside the home after finding the hide a key still in the same exact spot as it had always been. Why was she there? She needed to get something she hid away long ago even if it seemed to her it wasn't that long ago at all. The only problem is, she couldn't figure out where she hid it. "Oh for crying out loud," Claudia hissed, hands flying in annoyance before she heard what seemed to be a creak somewhere in the house. Well shit. Then without warning, she saw the source of the creak and Claudia took a step back. She hadn't transformed herself to appear differently. It wasn't like she was planning on running into anyone. "This isn't my house. I need to stop drinking." The excuse seemed like a normal person would believe it, but she stood there with the key in her hand and not a scent of alcohol on her. "Sorry."

"I'M FINE," He's not fine. That's the most common lie in his vocabulary, slipping out so easily at a time like this though. The lack of sleep, frustration and fighting his transformations, and heavy drinking (even if it never works the way he'd like it to) doesn't equate to being fine but he hates this. Hates being a werewolf who keeps managing to fuck everything up somehow.

THEY HAD COME TOGETHER, no question needed as to whether or not they'd do so, but Allison kept her jacket over her, hiding the dress she had picked. Maybe it was to impress, but not the others, just him. Plus it was oddly cold outside which seemed perfect with the theme of a winter ball. The chatter around them made her head swim while her eyes took in the beauty of the mansion and grandeur of the decorations chosen. It truly did seem as if it would be a magical night. She turned to look at her date, eyes taking him in as if he were a tall drink and she was absolutely thirsty, "Is it too late to admit I'm a little nervous, Scott?"

SHE WAS ALIVE. That much was clear -- but she'd been avoiding heavily populated areas for a reason despite there being people she wanted to see still; not knowing if Death would spare her another moment but if she should die again, she didn't want another memory of her to be her death for ANYONE. Still, she found herself in the hospital after bringing a girl that passed out on the street in for help. Maybe it was the haze, maybe it was the fact that she felt absolutely exhausted, but when she saw two men standing by the girl's bed with what appeared to be a syringe, she fought them with all her strength causing the fight to spill into the hallway. As much as she hadn't wanted to, she fought them with whatever strength she had only stopping for a brief second when her eyes caught the sight of another familiar face. "They're trying to kill her," she yelled at him before using her foot to kick the man back that had came near her. Allison still fought against the man... the deputy, actually, trying to restrain her.

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