Allison Argent (nousprotgeons) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2017-10-19 21:58:00 |
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Allison had been promised a second chance at life, and had been amazed when she’d woken up in the hospital and found out that it had all been true. It all happened. After she had finished recovering in the hospital, she had picked the dormitories at the institute in Summerbridge to live in, and had slowly started to get used to her new home. She hadn’t yet picked classes to take, but the deadline was fast approaching and she would have to do it eventually, when she’d finally decided to check the network she’d been told about. She wasn’t really sure what to make of the fact that Isaac, Lydia, Stiles - even Deucalion - were in Preya. It had been her understanding that she couldn’t go home and she would never see those she cared about again...but here they were. It kind of blew her mind that Isaac owned a restaurant - and just how had he been in Preya for months? She took the light rail to Brightford and followed her GPS to the Ivory, and once there she studied it from outside. After a moment, she pushed the door open despite the ‘Closed’ sign, and stepped in. “Isaac?” Hearing the door open he popped his head out of the kitchen and smiled when he saw Allison standing there. “Allison. You're beautiful as ever.” He said in an honest tone. It still shocked him to see her there when last time he saw her she was dead but here she was. He walked towards her at a fast pace and then wrapped his arms around her in a big hug. “It's nice to see you in person instead of over the network. Our lunch is cooking as we speak. Would you like something to drink?” He asked he had a lot of beverages here and wouldn't mind giving her whatever she desired. He walked over to the door though and locked it back up. He made it open to Allison only for the morning. When she saw Isaac, Allison broke into a bright smile, and her cheeks reddened a little. “Hi, Isaac,” she replied, and anything further was broken off as he reached her and hugged her. She ignored the slight pain she still felt from her nearly healed wound and just returned his hug tightly. Allison closed her eyes and pressed her face against his shoulder for a moment, just reveling in the familiarity, then finally lifted her head as he spoke. “Just water is fine,” she said, reluctantly letting him go so he could lock the door. Breathing out a slow breath, she looked around the restaurant’s main dining room with interest. “So you own all this? That’s amazing….and I guess it means you’re a few years older, too? Like Lydia? She was telling me about it, though it’s still pretty unbelievable.” He realized that she might still be in pain and loosened the grip on the hug after a few minutes. He just wanted to feel her in his arms again to make sure that she was real and not apart of his imagination. The girl he had strong feelings for has returned to him and that's all that mattered. He grabbed a water bottle and handed it to her with a smile. “There you are and yes I own all of this. This restaurant’s my second home. It took me awhile to purchase it though.” He shook his head at her other question about his age. “No I'm nineteen. It took me awhile to come to Preya. Then I finally did. It's pretty confusing we’re all from different parts. Malia is here to I think you knew her right?” He asked he wasn't sure if Allison did or not. He didn't want to remember that night now that she was here with him. “Thanks,” she replied, smiling as she took the bottle and opened it to take a sip. “I’m proud of you, for doing this. It’s a huge step, but a good one,” she said firmly, glancing around again, then back to Isaac. “Yeah, I know Malia. I helped track her down, and she’s helped us out a few times, remember?” Taking another sip of water, Allison studied Isaac, a soft smile on her lips. “I’m glad you’re here, Isaac,” she said quietly. “And Lydia and Stiles and everyone else - it’s strange, too. But good, that we’re here.” Maybe Lydia was right, and they’d be safe there. Maybe she wouldn’t have to be a hunter. “She told me about a weekly bonfire she does every Saturday - and of course she’s saying I have to go tomorrow night. Will you be there?” “Thank you Allison it is an accomplishment and it's something that I always wanted to learn. Then when I went to France with your dad I signed up for school to learn how to cook and loved it.” He said and he loved that it was easy to talk with Allison like before. “Oh yeah now I do I just wasn't sure. Well with her being what she is it's a good thing we needed all the help we can get.” He smiled and smelled the food it should almost be ready. “I made steak and mashed potatoes I figured that was alright. It should almost be done.” He said honestly to her since he started early enough. “I'm not sure if I can make it but if you want me to come I'll certainly make time to go.” He smiled at her he really wasn't that social but maybe he had to be. ”That’s great - I’m proud of you, Isaac.” Though it still meant he had moved past her somewhat, and that thought made her a little sad. All of her friends had lived lives after her death, which of course made sense - but when it had barely happened for her, she was still not quite sure how to think about all of this. It was a lot to take in. “Sounds like a perfect lunch,” she replied, and smiled at him. “And I’d like it if you can go, but if you have to be here then I understand. I can’t expect anyone to put their life on hold just because I’m suddenly around again.” She gave a rueful grin to hide her uneasiness about it all, and shrugged. “I'm just happy you're here standing in front of me. I've been really depressed.” He said honestly to her he just wanted to tell her but he wasn't sure if that was the right thing to do. “Sorry.. I probably shouldn't have said that.” He smiled at her hoping she'd forgive him. “I do have an assistant manager and if you want me to be there Allison I can go. I might be a bit late but I'd love to spend time together like we used to.” He had missed that he still had feelings for her but he didn't want to seem to anxious by just admitting them right off the bat. “Follow me into the kitchen I think our food is done.” He smiled and walked towards the kitchen he knew how to time the food really well and that was a good thing. “I’m sorry you’ve been depressed,” she said, biting her lip absently. This was all so strange - just how did you deal with the grief of your friends when you were the one who died and suddenly walked back into their lives? “It smells great,” Allison replied, following him into the kitchen and glancing around while they walked in. He shook his head he didn't want Allison to apologize it wasn't her fault. They did everything that they could but they were too powerful. He was happy that Allison was here now and she was safe and sound. “Thank you. The mashed potatoes I put a little bit of cheese in them so you'll have to tell me if you like them or not. I wouldn't be offended. I seasoned the steak.” He said since he wasn't sure if Allison liked plain or seasoned so he just put seasoning on it. “I know the kitchen is huge.” He said chuckling once he saw her glancing around. “I’m sure they’ll be good,” she reassured him, leaning against a counter and smiling at him. “It really is. How long were you and my dad in France, that you managed to do all this here?” She was genuinely curious, and Allison still wondered just what all she’d missed. Her friends had continued their lives without her, obviously - and she wasn’t sure she had a place in them any longer. “I was there for a few years and I was thankful someone wanted to teach me even though I was younger than most. I was just happy your dad wanted me to come along with him.” The two never got along but after Allison they did and that was a nice thing. He was like the father he never had. Hearing the alarm go off he grabbed the oven mits and grabbed the food from the oven. Then he grabbed plates and put one piece of steak on each and served the mashed potatoes. “Okay. We will go out into the dining room. I'll grab you another drink.” He said as he carried the plates out to the dining area and waited for Allison to join him. “A few years? You’re all grown up,” she said wryly, though deep down Allison felt a slight pang. Half her friends were way ahead of her now, getting on with their lives. At least Stiles was still close to her age. She hid her feelings though, and smiled as she watched him plate the food. “So professional,” she teased with a grin, and then followed him to the dining room. “This looks fantastic, Isaac, really. Thank you so much for doing all this.” |