Allison. (sharpshooting) wrote in portland_logs, @ 2014-11-24 16:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | allison argent, isaac lahey |
Who: Allison Argent and Isaac Lahey
Where: The hotel where he's staying
When: Tonight
What: Dealing with the aftermath
Status: Closed/On-going
Warnings: Talk of violence, mentions of child abuse
As soon as Isaac told her where he was, she took off. She hadn't been traveling by car lately. Mostly because Jeremy had so much energy to burn off that it was actually better for her to run or walk everywhere. She could hardly sleep as Jeremy and her conversation with him had been illuminating. While she had been equal parts excited and appalled at the reaction she had to his body, she thought that sparring with him might actually be a good idea. He had her easily in the brute strength department despite being "strong for a girl" but she had weapons and her wits and usually that was enough. Allison often fought stronger opponents and still came out on top.
She plugged the hotel into her GPS but didn't put on any music. She didn't want to be distracted. Scott had asked her, no told her to fix it and she had promised him that she would. He said he didn't blame her but that was just more proof that the werewolf was actually a better human being than the human being. Isaac and Scott were both better than her, gentler, nicer, kinder. They had heart and Allison had battle strategy and weapons. It didn't mean that she didn't love them because she did, she loved them as much as anyone could love a person. But there was a coldness beneath the surface that was present in all of The Argents. It wasn't something she had been born with. When she and Scott had first gotten together she wasn't like that and maybe that was why they had loved so freely and innocently. It had happened later, that coldness that settled in. Isaac had seen it but looked past it. She was pretty sure Scott was more fully aware of it even though Isaac had seen way more violence out of Allison during the tenure of their relationship.
Violence was the one thing that Isaac needed to see less of. They didn't talk about it but Allison had seen the freezer in the basement where Mr. Lahey had locked his son up on a regular basis as punishment. Allison thought her relationship with her parents was unhealthy but she had nothing on Isaac. She saw the claws marks inside the freezer, she knew because she locked Scott in there on the night of the full moon. That night she had come face to face with the kanima. If only she had known it was Jackson. Would she have done anything differently? Would she have tried to kill all the same?
Her relationships really were pretty messed up. It was a sad day when Lydia was snubbing her and Kira was the closest thing she had to a friend. There was Stiles, who had been pretty helpful all things considered. She remembered what he had been like after being possessed by the nogitsune but she felt like that was a different situation. Jeremy was hardly an evil spirit that only brought destruction, chaos and strife everywhere he went. He just had some interesting abilities that Allison hadn't been able to master in the couple of weeks she occupied his body. The nogitsune had tried to kill Allison, that terrifying second when the chair was knocked out from underneath her and the rope cinched tight around her neck. She didn't have time to dwell on the pain and she knew it, she just sawed with the knife as hard as she could. Nothing else existed. Not her own pain, not her own need to breathe just the sawing sound of the knife through the rope. But there was one thing, one thing that stood out in that moment. It was the sound of Isaac's claws frantically scratching at the freezer to be let out.
She saved him that night and tonight she had to save him again. Last time there had been the distraction of Scott getting his ass kicked by Stiles. There wasn't going to be any distraction tonight. Just the two of them and feelings. It wasn't like they really talked about those too much. Talking about feelings wasn't really Allison's forte. Something she acknowledged as detrimental in her conversation with Lydia. Maybe it was time to put the knives down and try a little more heart. Allison didn't have any weapons on her at all as she parked the car and practically raced into the lobby. She told Scott she would fix it. She had to fix it. She hated that Isaac hated himself. She had driven him past the brink of anger and he had her back. She was in Jeremy's body but whatever, it was her. And that was how Isaac saw it. The minute he realized what he had done, he looked sick and horrified. Even with Jeremy's hormones pumping through her body, she had taken a pause too. There was a lot of emphasis in Isaac's looks because most of what he said was awkward or sarcastic. But the way he looked at her, nobody else ever looked at her that way and nobody else ever would.
At his door, she paused for a moment again trying to figure out what she was going to say or do but she had to stop planning, to stop strategizing for a few moments. She could train a pack but she couldn't be a friend.
Yes, she could. Allison could do anything.
She knocked at the door and waited for Isaac to answer.