focusscottfocus (focusscottfocus) wrote in timestoodlogs, @ 2014-09-02 14:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | allison argent, scott mccall |
Scott & Allison; Allison's trying to prove to Scott she's real.
Tuesday afternoon, September 2, 2014; Allison hotel room?
PGish (lots of feels, mentions of death); In progress
Every day is a gift from above//Don't throw it away when it feels like too much...
For the most part, Scott was still in shock over even being in London to begin with. It had been sudden, a shock to the system, and he hadn't exactly had the most welcoming arrival committee. The guns in his face were a little overwhelming, but then explanations had happened and he was given a bit of money, ushered to some hotel, and he found the message board that he was told about to get more answers of the specifics of the place.
It was all very confusing and overwhelming.
But none of it beat Allison showing up on his post. But then, he'd dreamed it a thousand times, in a hundred different ways, and it never panned out. She was so insistent, though. Just meet with me, I'll prove I'm real, she seemed to be begging him. He wasn't sure he could do it. He had actually debated not going at all. Just letting it go, staying in his UNIT-supplied hotel room, ignoring the Allison that he wasn't sure was even real.
But in the end he couldn't.
Because what if.
So, he made his way to the address she had given him. But even there, standing outside the hotel she was staying in, he almost left. Turned around, went back to his room, but what if... it's all he could think, and it was the only thing powering him to actually go through with the meeting, to go inside and to the elevator and to knock on the door.