true alpha, scott mccall. (mccalling) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-03-27 14:10:00 |
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There wasn't any sort of warning when it started. He'd gone to bed like it was any other night, and then it happened. They were just flashes at first, things he already kind of knew about, like Jackson rising as a werewolf and Allison breaking up with him. Then as it went on, the longer the memories were, things he'd had no clue about because he'd never tried to find out what happened, like the Alpha pack and the Darach, or the sacrifice he, Allison and Stiles had made for their parents. But it couldn't have stopped there, could it? If it had, Scott maybe would have been able to deal... somewhat. The darkness and his inability to shift wouldn't have been fun, but he thought that he could have gotten over it with time. But, no. When Scott finally shot up out of bed, the scene that was fresh in his mind and the most recent was of him crying in his mom's arms because -- Because Allison was dead. The reaction was automatic, climbing out of his bad and rushing out of his room, his destination's Allison. He still hadn't really gotten his thoughts straight on everything he'd seen, but he knew he had to make sure that she was still there. Maybe, if he saw her, he'd be able to thinking less about how dead she was back home. Maybe he'd stop thinking about how she'd died in his arms and there hadn't been anything he could do about it; he couldn't even take her pain away. He made the late realization as he reached her door that he'd also been crying in his sleep. Usually, Scott would knock and wait for Allison to answer, but with everything he'd seen, this couldn't wait and he let himself inside. |