Who: Allison and Stiles Where: Derek's garage When: Week 7, Monday Afternoon Why: Allison's found something and she's freaking out. Warnings:Best friend cuddles maybe?
It hadn't taken Allison long at all to find the warmest spot in the garage, quickly finding out that it was heated, so she didn't have anything to worry about. It was true, the weather turning like this was the worst thing that could happen - too deep to travel on foot in, and too cold to survive in meant she was staying put for now. But she had enough food to last her, even if she forced herself to eat small portions to make it last longer, something she'd been used to from back in the camps. But once her primal needs were taken care of, she turned her attention to other things - like snooping.
There was some light coming into the building, and Allison made her way over to a shelf of books - most of them were vehicle manuals, nothing interesting, but still flicking through them gave Allison something to do. She wasn't hunting, or looking for anything in particular, but she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when she found nothing personal - just to understand him better, to understand werewolves in general. Turning around, she went to leave the table when a book fell to the floor, a photograph skidding along the floor, and carefully, she crouched down to pick it up. Turning it over, Allison stared at it for a few second, her eyes wide as she saw who Derek was standing with in the picture.
The door opening up caused her to let out a slight scream, jumping, but she relaxed as she saw Stiles standing there. "Stiles..." She muttered, hurrying over. "Thank god it's you, I thought... Stiles, I have to get out of here, now."