scott mccall isn't a monster (moonshined) wrote in salemscenes, @ 2016-04-23 23:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | allison argent (thepaleprincess), isaac lahey (ferocious), scott mccall (moonshined) |
Who: Scott, Allison and Isaac
What: Possession, tornadoes, feelings oh my!
When: Saturday
Where: Downtown Salem
Warnings: Plot warnings.
Scott never expected anything like this to happen. Okay, so maybe ... something but this. He knew it was a matter of time that people would start to get angry about being here. They were being kept against their will with no idea what was happening back home. There was no way home. There was no communication with the outside. They were bound to the town. Even Scott knew it was a matter of time. In all honesty, Scott would be part of it if not for Allison. She was alive. That mattered to him. As he was coming closer to the rioters, he heard Allison's voice trying to calm a crowd up ahead. And as Scott looked around, he could see the crowd getting rowdy. This was ... going to be bad. Really bad. Scott did what he always did though and he started helping people. Because the town was angry, but the way they were doing it - they were going to get people killed.
He continued helping as he moved up the street, trying to get closer to Allison all the while. He noticed she was with Stefan and Alex. He didn't know them, but he knew of them from the little bit that Allison had told him. Suddenly, it was as if an off switch was lifted and the crowd completely went insane and the only thing that Scott wanted to do was get to Allison. She recognized him and yelled for him and he started pushing his way through the crowd, but there were so many people. He could have shifted, but that would just make it worse and he just pushed his way through. He had no choice. He had to get to Allison.
Then something crazy happened and it was like Allison was somewhere else. She started talking weird but it wasn't just her. It was the three of them.
What were they doing? Scott had no idea but up above, the clouds started rolling, getting darker and it was as if the whole crowd mirrored what Scott was doing as he looked at the sky. The wind started picking up and while the crowd was in awe of what was happening, Scott made his way through and grabbed Allison, leaving Stefan and Alex and he pulled her away, kicking and screaming. This - it couldn't have been her. He pulled her inside of an alley and he held onto her, blocking her as he pulled out his phone, calling Isaac.
Scott didn't even say hi or anything like that. He was sure that Isaac could hear what was going on outside. The only thing that Scott needed to say was, "It's Allison. I'm in the alley behind Dunkin' Donuts. I don't know how much longer we can stay here. Hurry."
Winifred cackled wildly as the little puppy carried her away. It was so sweet, the way he pined after the girl they called Allison. She had been a good target like so many others that not only drew others here but kept them wanting to stay.
“You’re too late!” she hissed out at Scott. “You’re too late!” She bared her teeth at Scott. She wanted to get back to her sisters but it didn’t matter. The spell had already been cast. And as she listened to the people scream and the people scream, she began to cackle wildly. Scott couldn’t escape the sound. He was effectively trying to protect her from her own spell.
“You idiot. It’s my spell. Do you really think that I would let it kill me?” Then again, Winnie’s sisters weren’t always the brightest bunch. She knew that they were probably lost without her. They weren’t very good on their own. Oh damn it. She had hoped to embody this pretty little body for a good long while but oh well, that would have to wait. She would have to go and probably fetch Sarah and Mary from the bodies of Alexandra Udinov and Stefan Salvatore.
In a snap she had vacated the girl and Allison slumped against Scott.
In the distance the tornado swirled violently, dangerously. Glass shattered all around them and when Allison started awake it sounded like the fucking apocalypse. Some siren wailed, more people screamed. It sounded like hell.
When he heard his cell phone go off and saw who it was on his caller ID Isaac almost ignored it. Isaac felt weird whenever he talked to Scott these days. There was just something…off. He didn’t know if it was jealousy or just something else entirely. Isaac knew that he was a little annoyed because Allison had gone to Scott for the whole Angelus-vampire thing. While Isaac knew he had to let it go at some point he was holding onto it like a grudge. It was a bit of a childish move but Isaac didn’t like that he was the odd man out when it came to his girlfriend and her ability to think that her ex was more reliable than the person she was dating.
The buzzing of his phone was annoying Isaac more and he answered it, his eyes narrowing when he heard Scott on the other line and the background noise happening behind him. What the hell? Scott was telling him that something was wrong – something with Allison and a location. Isaac tried to speak but the phone went dead and Isaac didn’t know what to think. Isaac’s eyes lifted up to see the sky, the darkness of the clouds more apparent and the distance boom of thunder.
Something was coming.
Isaac knew where Dunkin’ Donuts was and he knew how to get there quickly. Isaac was literally running at full speed to get to where he hoped he would find Scott and Allison. As Isaac ran he could hear other people, crowds of them in the streets and all of them were yelling.
And then Isaac heard a cackle that ended abruptly.
Isaac appeared in the alley the moment that he saw Allison slumped against Scott and every worst assumption came tackling Isaac as he thought that something awful had happened. “What did you do?” Isaac asked, suddenly confused and blaming Scott because he was there, he was there and he was responsible and Isaac wasn’t completely thinking things through as he almost shoved Scott out of the way to take Allison from him.
Scott couldn’t get the cackling out of his head. The way that Allison looked - all of it. It was insane. She slumped against him and he brushed some hair out of her face as she seemed to come out of a haze. What happened? Was this really happening? This was much worse than he could have possibly thought of happening and he just didn’t know what to do. Except one thing.
They couldn’t stay here.
“We have to go,” he said, knowing that he did call Isaac and part of him wanting to hold on for him. Luckily, Isaac made it there quickly … only to blame him. Scott looked up at him as he held onto Allison.
“I didn’t do this, Isaac,” Scott said quickly, but he did move so Isaac could kneel down and take Allison. Scott stood up and looked around, then up at the sky. There was a tornado.
“Isaac, we have to go.” Scott said, walking toward the nearest door and he fiddled with the knob. It was locked but he looked back at Isaac and Allison and then the door before kicking it open. “Isaac! Come on!” He yelled over the wind and the panic from other people. He waited for Isaac to bring Allison and they made their way inside. The lights were flickering, wherever they were. Not inside Dunkin’ Donuts, but another building that was in the alley. It looked like an office. The wind was loud and howling and Scott lead them to an enclosed room for right now, at least he hoped they would be safe. There was no way they were making it back to the hotel.
Allison was out of it. She hadn’t completely figured out what had happened, just knew that things were intensely bad and both Isaac and Scott seemed upset. Suddenly she was inside an office and she looked around, her eyes furtively glancing around the bland eggshell walls. There were a few cubicles with laptops sitting on desks. Allison found a chair and sat down while Isaac and Scott checked the door and windows.
“What just happened?” she asked. She put her hand on top of her head to make sure that everything was still where it was supposed to be. She was still herself but somehow felt displaced. Where had she gone? What she had she done? She didn’t remember. It was like a black hole in her memory. Maybe she had been compelled or something. Stefan was using a lot of compulsion. Had he used it on her? Would he use it on her? For what purposes, she couldn’t quite figure out but it didn’t matter.
Things were really bad outside. She could hear a siren wailing and people were screaming and metal crunched against metal. Allison got up quickly, feeling very much herself again as she started to push things in front of the door. But after a minute, she backed all the way up.
“We should find a basement,” she said.
She didn’t know why she said it but she just knew that they should find one. Something very bad was coming and they didn’t want to be where they were. “We should find a basement right now.” Her voice was sharp and she turned on her heels and began to search for a door that would lead to the stairwell. Allison didn’t know how she knew, she just knew that she did. They needed to take shelter as fast as they could. She wished she could stick her head outside and warn everyone else but there wasn’t time and they wouldn’t listen anyway.
Isaac wanted nothing more than to protect Allison and take her somewhere safe, somewhere away from the screaming and the wail of the sirens. Isaac literally felt the shift in the air. It was like a pressure on his senses and it made Isaac feel like he needed to run and hide. It was the wolf in him that felt so alarmed at what was happening and he almost hesitated when he heard Scott screaming, telling him that they needed to move and find somewhere safe.
He helped Allison along as best as he could, following Scott as his ears picked up sounds that seemed to be coming from all around them. Isaac could hear something that was far off, something like wind but it seemed…bigger. Louder. There was a sense of panic on Isaac’s face as he went into full on protective mode. He wanted to stay with Allison but he knew that he needed to help Scott check the area to make sure there weren’t any broken windows.
When Allison spoke Isaac was there, returning to her to make sure she was alright. “What did happen?” Isaac asked, his gaze on Scott since he was the one who was there, who saw what happened before Isaac came along. “I think I have the right to know,” Isaac said, somewhat blurting out the words that seemed to trail all the way back to his own suppressed anger.
When he heard Allison again Isaac knew that she was right. There was something approaching and it was approaching them fast. Isaac’s eyes looked to the windows and realized how dark it had gotten in a matter of minutes. “There should be one here,” Isaac said, turning away to check a door that lead to another area of the building that they were in. “Come on, we have to hurry.”
Allison was right - they needed to find a basement. The wind was whipping and the sounds outside, it was frightening. Scott had never seen anything like it, but right now - he couldn’t focus on that, he couldn’t focus on the screams that were going on outside. He had to make sure they were safe. Both of them. He worried for Stiles and Lydia and the others but right now, his main focus was making sure the three of them made it through this. In their short lives they had been through too much loss and Scott had lost both of them. He really didn’t want to lose them again.
Looking over at Isaac, quick thinking brought them to a door that led down the stairs. The three of them headed down and Scott closed the door behind him and it was complete darkness. Well, Scott and Isaac would be able to see and he assumed that Allison would hold onto Isaac and Scott watched her from behind, holding onto her as they made their way downstairs.
“You alright up there?” He asked Isaac, knowing that right now, he was putting whatever he felt aside - he had to. He couldn’t just work on his emotions that he pushed deep down when it came to the two people in front of him. There was so much, but in the end, he cared about them both. He would never, ever, ever want anything bad to happen to them.
Once they were in the basement, Scott tried to find a switch, but he was unsuccessful and instead, he stayed close to the two of them as what seemed like World War 3 went by over their heads.
Allison didn’t like the darkness. She was used to it but she’d had a big problem with it ever since dealing with the nogitsune. She didn’t know if she could hide down here in the dark and not lose her mind even with Isaac and Scott there with her. She let go of somebody and dug her hand around in her jacket pocket looking for her cell phone. She was afraid it might have broken during the melee but it was still in one piece and lit up right away, casting a dim glow on her face.
The sounds from above were horrible and there was more smashing and crashing and then it was right above them, coming right down on top of them. She tilted her head up and it honestly felt like the world was coming down on top of them. She felt fear grip her tightly and she backed up a little, watching the ceiling, careful to stay close to Scott and Isaac.
Could this world end? Allison wasn’t sure just like she didn’t know what happened to the people who disappeared or what would happen to any of them if they died here.
Finally, the noise, the rattling and screeching and wailing began to abate and Allison felt like she could breathe again. She released the death grip she had on Isaac. She hadn’t meant to do that but he had been hanging on first so it was sort of his fault, she figured.
“The Sanderson Sisters,” Allison said in a voice just barely above a whisper. “I was with Stefan and Alex and we saw the protest was turning into a riot. Something happened. Scott… was there. I think she took over my body….” Allison recoiled at the thought because she could feel Winifred in there now, the remnants of a fucking slug that had slithered through her.
Isaac felt that he didn’t need to use his enhanced hearing to listen to the destruction that was happening above them. The basement rattled, like it was being shaken and dust fell off the ceiling. Isaac felt relatively calm until the lights flickered and suddenly it was like they were thrown in complete darkness. Isaac felt his heart rate quicken somewhat and even though Allison had made a move to grab her cellphone to shed bring out some light it didn’t take away the feeling of being contained.
It was like feeling four walls slowly coming closer and closer. The basement was dirty and for some reason it smelled the exact same way that his basement back home in Beacon Hills smelled, the home that belonged to a father that abused him for years. Being in the basement was like being back there, thrown in and kept there, being forced to cry and plea – Isaac couldn’t shake the memory.
Allison started talking about the sisters but Isaac didn’t listen. He couldn’t pay attention. His mind was racing with thoughts. Isaac felt something inside of him being pulled and his forehead started to sweat. Isaac trembled and he hugged himself, his voice breaking.
“We can’t stay here,” Isaac said, his body feeling like it was too hot, like he needed to take off his clothes to get some air. “I have to get out,” he told Allison, his voice no longer calm but panicked, his eyes shimmering gold as he turned away, his hands coming to his head as he tried to push out his fears.
Why did they come down here? It was safe but safe for whom? Isaac should have remembered before. He should have stayed behind because now, inside of the basement, the real danger was happening.
Everything was so enhanced above him and he stayed with Allison and Isaac. The thing was, throughout it all, he could hear their heart rates speed and it was just a reminder to Scott to stay calm. He needed to, for them. When the worst of it past (or so he thought), he listened to Allison, not paying attention to Isaac as she explained what she knew. Scott nodded. “It was crazy - everyone was going crazy and then I saw her just - act different,” Scott explained as he turned his head, looking at Isaac, but he didn’t look so good. In fact, he looked like he was going to be sick. Or panic. Or both. He looked at Allison and listened to Isaac as he said he couldn’t stay here.
Scott looked back and forth, and decided that right now, Isaac needed to get out of this basement.
“Okay.” Scott said calmly. It’s … the storm’s over.” At least that they knew of. There was no telling if another one was coming. He looked back at Allison, waiting for her, “Let’s go upstairs. It’s more open up there.”
Scott went ahead and walked ahead, just in case and he led them both back up the stairs. He opened the door and his eyes went a little wide at what he saw. The building’s wall was blown out, there was glass everywhere, the sun was right in his eyes and he felt the wind on his face. It was insane how … it was just gone when everything was just here. He looked back at the two of them before stepping out. “Be careful, it’s really bad,” he told them both as he walked ahead of them, his boots crunching glass as he did so.
In her mad scramble for the basement, Allison hadn’t thought about how it would effect Isaac. Of course, he would have a hard time with it. She had seen first hand how he reacted to being locked in a closet and his father had locked him in that horrible fridge in the basement. Allison was sick just thinking about it.
Luckily, they weren’t completely buried and Scott managed to just open the door. The way the storm had sounded, Allison thought the whole building had collapsed on them. Her eyes adjusted quickly to the light and she turned to Isaac.
“Are you okay?” she asked him. She put her hand on his arm hoping that he wouldn’t shrug her off.
It seemed as if everyone had scattered because where there had been screaming there was now nothing but stillness. It was as if the mad crowd had disappeared into thin air. The silence was near deafening. She expected the witches to fight back but she hadn’t expected them to level their own city.
Isaac needed air. He needed oxygen because right now it felt like he didn’t have any. When Scott said that the storm was passed Isaac couldn’t wait to get out of the dampness of their surroundings, his body still feeling tense but he managed to be led outside – literally outside. The building was gone and there was nothing but disaster around them. The storm – the tornado – it decimated the city. Isaac felt his eyes widen at the changed scenery. Did the witches…really do this? Was this supposed to be some kind of warning?
“Did they…?” Isaac asked, feeling like he could breathe again as he turned somewhat to look at Allison who asked if he was okay. Isaac wasn’t concerned with himself. Not even a bit. “I should be asking you that,” Isaac said, leaning in so that his forehead could touch Allison’s temple. Isaac was afraid for her. He hadn’t seen what happened but he believed it when Allison said a witch had taken over her body.
“What are we going to do?” Isaac asked, looking to Scott now because this couldn’t happen. The witches just couldn’t take Allison and control her the way that they had. It was a violation of Allison’s body. They controlled her like a puppet and Isaac couldn’t deal with the idea of someone using his girlfriend to achieve some dark, twisted means.
The town looked … dead. It worried Scott, especially for his pack. And then the people, there were so many and now they were gone. “I think so,” Scott said, answering Isaac’s question and he just felt … horrible. Was this what it was about? Was it worth it? Scott was having all of these thoughts through his head, but when he looked at Allison, he couldn’t help but be selfish and think, ‘yes, it was.’ Because he had her. And it was wrong, he knew it was. It was wrong, but Allison was alive. This … could be worth it. He was lost in his own gaze when Isaac and Allison pulled apart. They both probably saw him staring at Allison, but he quickly turned away.
“I think we need to make sure the others are okay. Lydia and Stiles. Derek and Cora,” he said, refusing to look at them because while he could admit that maybe leveling a city was worth it to see Allison, getting caught staring at her was wrong. And it was. They were both wrong. His thoughts and his staring and what was he even doing?
“We should go. See if we can find any survivors,” he said and walked past them.
Allison did really want to find Lydia and Stiles. There were others that she cared about too. Like her roommate Alicia. They didn’t know each other that well yet but they were becoming like friends and Allison didn’t want her almost friend to die. But looking around, Allison was afraid that everyone was dead.
She pulled away from Isaac and noticed Scott’s gaze but didn’t really think anything of it. She was a little preoccupied with her own thoughts. What happened to Stefan and Alex? Were they still possessed? Were they dead? Was help really that temporary? For all she knew, only the three of them were left. She shivered in the ghost town.
“No.” She shook her head. “They wouldn’t do this. Why would they do this?”
Still, she followed along behind Scott anyway. She wasn’t just looking for her friends, she was looking for any survivors that they could find. There was nothing but the cool spring breeze in the air.
Her boots crunched over the broken glass as they trudged across the street towards the hotel. The buildings all around them had been punched in and looked deformed if they weren’t completely collapsed. Allison didn’t really have any high hopes of survivors.
Allison might have missed Scott’s gaze of Isaac caught the end of it, the look he was giving Allison and he had familiarized himself with that look. It was quite possibly the same look that Scott gave Allison when they were still together. Isaac was taken aback. It wasn’t really the surprise that Scott was staring at Allison but the surprise that Scott had the nerve to look at Allison with him standing right there. How…could he? What did Scott want, exactly? Did he want to hurt Isaac? Did he want Isaac out of the picture? Isaac couldn’t help but feel somewhat betrayed.
He wanted to talk it about but not then. Not right now. There were more important things like Derek, his sister and everyone else. Isaac wanted to make sure that his friends were alright and that they weren’t dead somewhere because of the storm. The buildings around them looked half torn, wrecked completely from the wind, everything on the ground either broken or part of something that was.
The passed the tavern and Isaac stopped, his heart sinking when he saw the damage – the entire place looked like a mess and it was probably going to take a while to fix, to rebuild what had been broken. Isaac guessed that he would be out of a job – it wasn’t really the thing that bothered him but he couldn’t help but wonder if anyone inside was hurt.
“We can’t let them get away with this,” but they had already, hadn’t they? The witches did this and now they were reaping the awards. Everyone was afraid. Slowly the town would find out what happened and then nobody would step out of line in fear of another storm happening.
Scott continued walking ahead, hoping to hear for anyone. He didn’t. It was so eerie that it sent a chill down his spine. His mind was on his friends and then his eyes went wide a little. Cindy. He swallowed hard as they walked and he pulled out his phone, but he didn’t have service. He pushed the phone back in his jeans pocket and continued walking, nodding when Isaac said that they couldn’t let them get away with this, but they already had. They had no power here, just the witches, it was clear from everything that they had just gone through. And Allison was working for them. She didn’t seem to know what was going to happen and they had taken over her body. She was just as helpless as everyone else when it came to them.
When it was clear they weren’t finding survivors, Scott turned around, looking at the two of them.
“Are you two okay?” He knew that Allison was dealing with the fact that her body was taken over and Isaac had felt like the walls were closing in before, but they seemed to be in survivor mode. He needed to check on the pack, he needed to check on Cindy and he knew that Isaac would do whatever he could to keep Allison safe and vice versa. He just felt out of place and he needed to do something, anything to help, but on the streets … there was no one around. The streets that were filled with people were now empty except for the debris from buildings and overturned cars. It looked like a warzone.
Things felt desolate and empty. The eerie silence made Allison fold her arms over her chest and hug herself tightly. It just didn’t seem like Salem anymore. It had been her home for months now. She wasn’t brand new to it the way that so many other people, like Scott and Isaac were. She had carved out a home and it had been destroyed.
She sighed. “I’m not so sure being out in the open is the best idea either,” she said. “We should find shelter. Something a little more open.” They wouldn’t be going into anymore basements, that was for sure.
She started walking towards the fire station. As much as she wanted to go comb through the wreckage for her friends, she didn’t think that was the right thing to do right at that moment. She was in survival mode and that was why she hadn’t bothered to answer Scott’s question. No, she wasn’t okay. She doubted Isaac was okay. Scott might be okay eventually because he seemed to be like teflon somehow but for now everything was most definitely not okay. Allison was worried about Lydia but there was nothing that could be done. Besides, if rescue was being put together, maybe the fire station was the place to start.
Both of the doors of the garage had been crunched and bent so that they were partially open. When Allison ducked underneath one of them she saw that one of the trucks was missing, which was a good sign. Maybe somebody was out there helping people. The other truck looked like it had been partially crushed in the back.
“The place is empty I think,” she said. “We should wait it out for a little while. They wouldn’t do this. They need us. They wouldn’t just kill everyone.”
“They would to prove a point,” Isaac said, his eyes on the firetruck that was damaged but Isaac still wondered if it could be used. The blond werewolf looked at Allison, wondering why she was so adamant about believing that the witches weren’t responsible for this. Did Allison not remember that senseless cackling? Whoever was possessing Allison had a great deal to laugh about. Why else would they take over her body? What were they trying to prove other than a point to them and everyone else that they were in control?
“They don’t need us,” Isaac said, because frankly he was tired and he was astonished that Allison would use that excuse. “They’re playing with us. This is them letting us know who has power here and it isn’t us. That whole storm? That seemed more like a show and tell than an accident. C’mon – think about it. Why would some storm hit here for no reason and without a warning? If these witches were so powerful why couldn’t they stop it to protect us? If they need us?” Isaac looked at Allison, wanting her to answer these questions because she had been here long enough to answer them.
“They have a barrier around this place,” he reminded them, the barrier so powerful that nobody could break through. “They cycled a goddamn storm in a place where we can’t even escape. So, if you want, please tell me again how they couldn’t have done this – I would love to hear your explanation, Allison.”
Yes, Isaac was mad. He was mad at Allison for not seeing what he was seeing. He was mad at Allison for not telling him the truth. Isaac felt his jaw clench and he moved away, knowing that if he stood there any longer he was going to punch something.
Once they were inside the firestation, Scott glanced around, seeing the wreckage on the inside. He walked over to the phone, but the phones were out - everything was out. There was no use and no point. Allison was right. Right now they needed to sit and think and just make sense of this. Scott thought it was surprising that Allison didn’t think the witches would do this, but he could see it from her point of view. He remembered one of the first things that she told him was that they channeled everyone’s soul - which meant they needed people, they needed souls, but then again, Isaac had a point.
They were proving a point and they ended up killing a lot of the population. So now what? What was the big plan now? But Isaac was getting really mad and he wasn’t directing toward where it belonged, like the witches - he was directing it at Allison and while Scott had some reservations about the whole thing that Allison was involved in - it wasn’t her fault. None of this was and she was just trying to help people.
“Isaac - stop,” Scott said, looking at him surprised. He was getting more and more angry and quickly and okay, they were all under stress but he just wouldn’t stop. But it was true. Scott saw Allison. It wasn’t her though. It was someone else completely. The witch had told him it was too late, that he was an idiot for even trying to help. The witches did this - Allison had to realize that, but not like this.
“You need to calm down, you’re not helping anything.” Scott looked at Isaac then and then at Allison before running his hand through his hair and moving back, leaning against a broken desk.
“He’s not wrong,” Allison said quietly as she sat down on the steps of the fire truck nearby. She didn’t have to raise her voice, they would both hear her loud and clear thanks to their werewolf senses. “This is punishment. They need souls but they can obviously bring as many as they want in whenever they want.”
It did seem like lately it had just been a constant deluge of new arrivals. Maybe they didn’t need them anymore, maybe they didn’t need any of them. She could still feel the remnants of Winifred Sanderson clinging to her insides but she couldn’t really glean enough information from it to make it useful. It just made her feel dirty and violated. Were Alex and Stefan even still alive? Were they themselves or were they punished too? Though reasonably Allison knew that if the three of them were still standing, there were others survivors too.
“So I guess everyone is expendable.” There was a gloomy thought, especially with psychopaths like Angelus running around. A fact that was high point of contention between her and Isaac at the moment. They had talked about it the once and she knew that she had accidentally hurt his feelings. They never talked about it again. Talking wasn’t always Allison’s strong suit. But hey, maybe that was the upside to all of this. One could only hope that Angelus was buried under a pile of rubble and would never return.
“We have to find a way to get you guys back home.” It wasn’t even debatable anymore as far as she was concerned. They couldn’t stay. It wasn’t safe for anyone. Allison had no choice but they both had lives to go back to. Everything felt incredibly overwhelming. The tornado, the storm, the destruction of the city, Winifred Sanderson taking over her body. Allison was glad she was sitting down because it was a lot to process. She wouldn’t blame Isaac for having a panic attack. She wanted to have one herself.
“I’m not going back home,” was Isaac’s first thought and the words that came out of his mouth. No. Isaac didn’t want to leave Salem because going back meant that he was going back to a place that didn’t have Allison. Allison was dead - she was gone - Isaac didn’t have the luxury to find there back home. All that was left of Allison was a grave and an empty heart. Isaac shook his head, his body leaning against the fire truck’s front as he looked at Allison, wishing that she wouldn’t try to fix his life.
“I’m not going to leave you. I promised you.” And Isaac was prepared to promise it again and again. He didn’t want to live in a world where Allison Argent didn’t exist. “It’s not right what happened to you and I can’t fix it. I go back and you’re still dead and I go back to a life that’s meaningless and I don’t want that. I know you don’t want that for me, either.”
Isaac looked to Scott, waiting for the other werewolf to add something, to agree to an extent. Isaac knew what Scott felt and he knew, without a doubt, that Scott didn’t want to leave either.
“We’re not leaving you, Allison,” was what he said. He didn’t want to leave Salem. He didn’t want to leave her, but he really had no right to say that. It was selfish because Scott’s life back home wasn’t meaningless. It wasn’t empty as much as he hated to admit that. He had his friends, he had his mother, he had his pack. Isaac needed Allison more, he realized then and well, he always knew that. It was kind of a blow to hear how Isaac’s life was meaningless, but yeah - that was just how it was.
“But we have to ensure that people here are safe. This can’t -” He paused and looked at her. “I mean, looks what’s going on outside, is this what we’re going to go through everytime the witches get upset? People die? A lot of people that we can’t save?” They had to find a way because they couldn’t live like this. Really, it’s like they got lucky. They could have easily died.
“I left you first.” She felt a cold feeling settle over her after she said it. It was the truth though, wasn’t it? She didn’t take it back, couldn’t regret it. She had died saving her friends. She went there to save Lydia and ended up saving Isaac. She didn’t regret her decisions and she was at peace with it, or as much as one could be. It wasn’t supposed to haunt Allison. She was dead. It would haunt them.
She didn’t want to push them away to try and convince them to leave. She wasn’t sure if she was capable of the act anymore. She had done it so much with them back home but now she was dead and she couldn’t get any of that time back. She had been all about taking that time back, making the most of it. But it wasn’t hers to take. She was dead, she was done and that was the way it was supposed to be.
God, it was all confusing. She wanted to hold them tightly, to press them to her and never let them go but it felt wrong. She wanted to shove them out the nearest door but that felt wrong too. What was the right thing to do? Allison struggled with that more than she would like to admit. If only there was a compass that told right from wrong, she would be the best person then. But life wasn’t black and white and the right thing wasn’t always the most obvious thing.
She saw the way they were looking at her though and it broke her a little bit because they looked broken and she had to look away because she couldn’t bear the tragedy that they kept rewriting.
“Your lives aren’t empty back home. You have each other. At least, you used to.”
She didn’t know if she was the reason a wedge had been driven between the two of them or not. She guessed that she had something to do with it but only the two of them could fix it. She couldn’t do it for them.
Isaac wanted to argue the fact but...there was some truth to it. Isaac did think, at some point, that he had Scott. That Scott would always be by his side in some shape or form. Isaac remembered how it was Scott who he went to the night that Derek kicked him out of the loft. Isaac had nowhere to go and it was raining. He was cold and wet and the first person that came to mind was Scott. It was always Scott that he was running to and it always Scott that was willing to help him.
But things were different and Isaac had left Beacon Hills - he left Scott. Isaac had made that choice and he didn’t know if he could even apologize for it. How could he tell Scott that he was sorry for leaving him? For removing himself from the pack? Isaac knew that it wasn’t just Allison that had made things difficult - Isaac had made things the way that they were all on his own.
He blamed himself but that was what Isaac did on a day to day basis. Everything seemed to be his fault and he wondered if something was seriously wrong with him.
“Scott...” Isaac started, his thoughts a mess as he looked at the other werewolf, not wanting to fumble with his words. “Do you hate me for leaving Beacon Hills?”
Scott didn’t feel that way, but he knew that Allison couldn’t help it. She died - she didn’t know and maybe Scott couldn’t blame Isaac for leaving with Chris, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be angry about it. Except time and everything that happened in Beacon Hills since then kind of made Scott worry about other things and not Isaac. It didn’t mean there wasn’t anything there. It was obvious because when Scott found out that Isaac was in Salem, it was like all of those feelings came back and they never went away.
And he tried to distract himself from all of it. Even Allison because just because she told Scott that she loved him, it didn’t mean … that. It didn’t mean that if by some chance, a one in a million chance that she had come back she would be back for him.
Seeing Isaac and Allison shouldn’t have bothered him the way it did, but it did. He couldn’t help that.
His eyes shifted toward Isaac when he asked Scott if he hated him and Scott really didn’t want to talk about this ever.
“It was long ago. It doesn’t matter now,” Scott said but that wasn’t true. Well, not really. A lot of time had passed and over time, he didn’t think about him much. It was lately that he thought about Allison all the time, before he came to Salem, but Isaac … just because he was busy, doing what he did, protecting his pack, taking down whatever big bad that had come to Beacon Hills, there was always just something missing. It wasn’t just Allison, but it was Isaac too. It was both of them. And now they were here and things were just wrong.
Allison held her breath for a second when Isaac asked Scott if he hated him. It was a powerful question and one that Scott didn’t seem keen on answering. It frustrated Allison to see them like this. It would be so hard to be angry at Scott, because Isaac had no one and Allison thought he might take care of him. Was it too weird because she got in the middle? It wasn’t as if she hadn’t thought about it, that was why she had asked her father to take care of Isaac if anything happened to her.
“It matters,” Allison said sharply. She stood up from the steps she had been sitting on and took a couple of steps towards them. “I wasted so much time before, when I was alive. I wish I could get that time back with both of you. Don’t waste it with each other.”
Isaac had Scott before he ever had Allison. Allison and Scott had found each other first but Isaac had bonded with Scott first. In fact, there was a time when Isaac detested Allison. That was probably because she had stabbed him… what was it? 100 times? Clearly, he had recovered but she wasn’t proud of her less sane days. She was trying to make up for it, if she could. She just wanted them to be okay. Their wellbeing and Lydia’s were basically the only things Allison really cared about. Sure, she ran around the city with her bow and arrow playing superhero but at the end of the day she just wanted the people she cared about to be okay.
Isaac didn’t know what to say to Scott. Scott said that it didn’t matter but was that the truth? Was Scott just keeping it all in because it would be better off if he didn’t say what he felt? Isaac didn’t want to force the issue. It just didn’t seem like the right time with everything going on. They needed to make sure the rest of their friends were safe. It was actually pretty selfish to be talking about this with everything that was going on.
“We should probably try to look for the others…” Isaac felt a frown touch on his lips as he folded up his arms, his eyes briefly on Scott before he turned his attention to Allison. “We can’t just stand here and talk about…this. We should really find our friends. You should make sure that Lydia is safe. I really need to make sure that Derek isn’t hurt.” Because as distant as that connection was Isaac couldn’t forget that it was Derek Hale who had given him the bite.
“And you should look for Stiles,” and Cindy but Isaac wasn’t going to let it known that he knew about the girl or that he had seen Scott and her hang out a few times, catching the two of them during his shift at the Tavern. No, it wasn’t any of his business and he wasn’t going to discuss it with Allison. Scott deserved whatever it was that he wanted – even if it seemed a little…generic given that Isaac knew about Scott’s developing feelings for Kira.
Scott knew it mattered. Of course it mattered. He missed Isaac and he missed Allison. He had been working with her on the whole Angelus thing and during that, Isaac had no idea. He felt guilty. A little bit. He shouldn’t have because it wasn’t a big deal, but he guessed between the two of them, it was. He wasn’t even thinking about that. Or maybe he was and he just pushed it out of his mind. Either way - he missed them both, but since he and Isaac had come face to face that day in Allison’s hotel room, they were just at odds with eachother. Scott could never hate Isaac, but he was really upset about everything. The old feelings came pushing up and he wanted to find a place, like before, where it didn’t hurt as much. Right now though wasn’t going to be the time. There was no way. Not here and not while this was going on.
“Yeah, I should.” Scott said then and looked at Allison, wanting to say so much, but the words never fell from his lips. Same for Isaac, but his stare on the other werewolf didn’t last that long and he turned away.
“We should have a meet up. Later tonight, we should meet here. All of us. Make sure we’re all alright.”
Scott gave them both another look before he walked out of the firestation. The streets were quiet and packed with destruction. Stopping, he looked around and the feeling was just intense. All of it. From this and from Allison and Isaac. He didn’t know what he felt but he knew he needed to bury it deep. And right now, he needed to find his pack. With everything he had, he let out a roar in the middle of the street, howling to alert the others and somehow, he just hoped that Stiles and Lydia were safe and at least together. Scott finally managed to make his way back in the direction of the hotel.
Allison was so frustrated with both of them. When it became clear that Scott actually wasn’t interested in working anything out, she realized it was best to go their separate ways. Maybe they could try again sometime but now wasn’t the time. She couldn’t help but worry about him when he out went out there by himself. She wanted to tell him to be careful or something but he was already gone.
“It’s probably dangerous out there right now. The other survivors might not be like us,” she said, snapping immediately into soldier mode. She just hoped that Isaac wasn’t going to up and leave either.
“That’s why I said we should get inside but we should go look for Lydia, you’re right.” Scott had his own pack to look for and Isaac and Allison just weren’t part of that anymore. It didn’t matter. Lydia would always be part of Allison’s pack no matter what happened. “We just have to be careful while we’re out there.”
She gave him a small smile even though she didn’t feel at all like smiling at all. Part of her worried that he would leave too, part of her wished that he would. It was all very confusing. She reached out and touched his arm but only let her fingers graze the material of his jacket before she dropped her hand and let out a breath.
“We don’t have to figure everything out today. We probably shouldn’t.”
Everything around them was shattered and it mirrored the mess that they all were on the inside. Maybe that was why they had chosen today or maybe it was just pure circumstance. She didn’t know and the more she thought about it the more confused she became. Finding Lydia was a good plan, one that would keep them focused on a mission and not their inner turmoil. If they stayed close to the structures larger than them, took alleyways, maybe they could make it back to the hotel unseen. It was really only a few blocks away.
Isaac didn’t think he had it in him to return Scott’s gaze. He didn’t think it was appropriate. There were things that they still needed to talk about and Isaac knew that he would have to do it eventually, maybe even with just the two of them without the presence of Allison. Isaac still had something he wanted to ask Scott but now wasn’t the time. They had to put their minds off each other and focus on the town. There was probably other people who needed their help, too.
“But we’ll have to figure it out eventually,” Isaac said, giving Allison a sad look before shaking his head, his hand rising so that his fingers could run through his dark blond curls. Isaac didn’t know what else to add so he focused on the task ahead. If they still needed to talk then he figured they could talk more tonight after making sure everyone else was okay.
“Let's go,” Isaac said, his fingers brushing against Allison’s hand before he moved so that they could make their way back to the hotel.