Allison. (sharpshooting) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-07-20 11:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | allison argent, chris argent |
Who: Allison and Chris Argent
What: reunion
Where: Prison gates
Warnings: No
Like a lot of things in Allison's life lately, it felt sort of like living in a dream. Her mind still had yet to process that her father was actually here. The guilt of leaving him behind in Beacon Hills had eaten at her even if she knew that he was more than capable of taking care of himself. But she had gotten herself into a bad spot and out of all of the people she knew it was Stiles who had come to her rescue and the two of them alone had made their way to Everett. She still remembered those long stretches of silence in the jeep. Neither one of them had to say it, guilt was palpable. They both felt guilty about leaving Scott and Lydia, Stiles felt guilty for leaving the Sheriff and Allison felt guilty for leaving Chris. it was the only family they had left.
But then Scott had come looking for them and then a little while after that Lydia had shown up. Then after that it seemed like everyone from Beacon Hills had shown up. Isaac, Derek, even Cora and Peter had all arrived. Everyone but Jackson and Chris. Allison had lost hope that her father would ever find his way here. She had no doubt he was alive, he was capable and a very experienced hunter. Zombies wouldn't have been a problem for him. But she didn't think he would ever find her. Allison had begun to think of herself as an orphan much like most of the people in the prison probably did. She had given up hope and some part of her felt like she had betrayed him in that way, by not believing in him.
She raced to the back gates of the prison where most of the vehicles came in. "It's my dad!" she shouted up to sentry as she reached for the gates and opened them so he could drive his vehicle inside. The minute he stepped out onto the grass, she took a second to take him in. He looked largely the same, still tall with dark graying hair and light blue eyes. Within seconds she was in his arms, clinging to him like a little girl. She wasn't a little girl anymore of course. She had seen and done things that no little girl should but in the presence of her father in that moment she felt like one. All of the stress of Lydia's meltdown, of her own strange behavior, of the constant threat on the prison melted away and only the two of them existed.