Allison. (sharpshooting) wrote in portland_logs, @ 2014-12-01 16:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | allison argent, lydia martin |
Who: Allison and Lydia
What: Allison and Lydia talk
When: Thanksgiving
Where: The Hale House
Status: Ongoing
Warnings: N/A
Allison wasn't super excited about going to Thanksgiving. Something about the entire thing set her teeth on edge. She knew the point of the holiday was to gorge on turkey and stuffing and potatoes and cranberry sauce and every pie known to man but Allison mostly abstained. She ate just enough to appear polite. Some of them weren't werewolves and weren't going to burn off all these calories on the walk to the bathroom. Although Allison never had any problem maintaining her slim but athletic build. It came from training, lots and lots and lots of training. She was always training. It wasn't so much with her father anymore, although he had plenty to teach her still. Of that she was certain. She had been working with Adam and Liam lately. Liam had reached out to her which was a good sign and Allison knew she had to stop shirking her duties as pack... what? Not the alpha. That was Scott. She was more like a second in command? It was absurd considering that she wasn't even a wolf. But life was strange that way. Like vampires and werewolves and kitsunes and hunters and banshees and aliens and all kind of other things eating dinner together. She had promised Scott that she would get Liam into shape. Only Scott could teach him how to be a werewolf but Allison could teach him how to be a wicked fighter, she could teach him how to be strong.
Teaching Adam wasn't a pack responsibility. It was just a hunter's courtesy kind of thing. Besides, Allison was always outnumbered in Portland. There was the Winchesters but that was it. She and Sam (God Sam, she really had to apologize to him, didn't she?) had shown each other professional courtesy several times. Dean tended to ignore her as if he didn't take her seriously but that was the old Dean and Allison hadn't been too impressed with his work either. But Adam was cool. He was her age and really just getting started too and he was a quick study, almost as quick as Allison had been. She was smart and that was what had helped her in fights with monsters that were far more physically powerful than she was. Teaching Adam was the right thing to do and Allison enjoyed it. The fact that Adam hadn't reached out made Allison worry. It wasn't really like him and she wondered if something was wrong. Surely the brothers and Castiel would take care of him, right? She needed to check in with him but there was literally so much to think about right now.
It was a small wonder that Allison was even at Thanksgiving and not just because eating at The Hales' house seemed weird. Laura had been nice and made her feel welcome. She avoided Derek and Cora, although watching Cora grin and flirt with the hippie alien lesbian girl was sort of hilarious. She stayed close to Isaac as he had expressed concern about being around others. Frankly, she was surprised that he had agreed to come. The night she had found him in the hotel room he had been so broken, so lost. She was afraid to take her eyes off of him and wasn't surprised when he disappeared to be by himself after dinner. Being around Derek wasn't exactly good for anyone's anger issues. She was only here for Scott's benefit too.
She scored herself two pieces of pumpkin pie and set one down in front of Lydia. She sat down next to her, facing the window where Scott was talking to Jackson's girlfriend. Oh God. She had just been glad to see Jackson at an event with actual people. So far her interactions had been limited to the network, driving around in his car and running into him in the middle of the night outside her house. She hadn't thought about him or how he brought Elena to Thanksgiving which was actually kind of a big deal for Jackson. Was it a big deal for Lydia? Allison sighed.
That was the thing about the two of them. She could ask but Lydia probably wouldn't answer or if she did it would be indirectly. Allison and Lydia weren't the warm and fuzzy types. They had a very functional relationship. A friendship built on Allison's particular sense of style and fighting monsters and strange banshee-not-psychic powers that often came in handy. Yet it was the entire foundation of anything Allison had ever known of friendship. She didn't have friends. She moved around too much for friends. Girls at new schools were usually bitches and already hung with cliques that weren't full of boys. Lydia didn't do girlfriends either so it was new territory for them both. Allison suddenly wished there was a closet full of clothes they could go through and dissect. She doubted Cora and Laura would appreciate the critique.
"Are you okay?" Allison asked.