[Allison is heading for the bathroom to get undressed for a shower when the frantic pounding on her cabin door sets off all the wrong reactions.
Her overalls are half undone, the apron hanging down where she unfastened one strap already. Her hair is loose, her feet are bare, and she feels a little like she's lost time, she bolts to her bed so quickly to pull out the ring dagger that's tucked under her pillow.
She has to stop for a moment to calm her hammering heart, remember how to breathe without hyperventilating as she shakes her head and rubs her free hand over her face.]
Just a minute! [Her voice doesn't crack or quaver, and she's proud of herself for that. It's light and cordial, if a little harried.
She doesn't put her dagger away, but she does let it swing free from her fingers, pointed safely downwards and pressed against her thigh as she walks across the room and opens her cabin door--
Scott.
He looks like he's been through...she can't even say, only that he's filthy and battered. He looks like he's been through a fight--no, a war, and it has her gripping her dagger a little tighter because she wasn't there to help, whatever it was...
There's no way he's supposed to be here. Why is he here? What about Stiles...oh God, she isn't ready for this. She was never ready for this, because this isn't supposed to be happening. Nobody's supposed to be here. She made a clean break so she could do this, so she could function and save Stiles, but now Scott's standing right in front of her...and all she wants to do is hug him.
She wasn't supposed to see him again, not for ages...maybe not even ever again. But he's here, and a hole in her heart she's forced herself to ignore is suddenly bleeding, raw, and aching for home.
She's heading into the shower anyway, so she doesn't pay any attention to the filth: mindful of the dagger in her hand, she keeps it tucked against her forearm rather than drop it while she suddenly throws herself into Scott's arms, holding it out of the way as she wraps her own around his neck and hugs him like she's clinging to the last lifeline the universe is ever going to throw her.]
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Her overalls are half undone, the apron hanging down where she unfastened one strap already. Her hair is loose, her feet are bare, and she feels a little like she's lost time, she bolts to her bed so quickly to pull out the ring dagger that's tucked under her pillow.
She has to stop for a moment to calm her hammering heart, remember how to breathe without hyperventilating as she shakes her head and rubs her free hand over her face.]
Just a minute! [Her voice doesn't crack or quaver, and she's proud of herself for that. It's light and cordial, if a little harried.
She doesn't put her dagger away, but she does let it swing free from her fingers, pointed safely downwards and pressed against her thigh as she walks across the room and opens her cabin door--
Scott.
He looks like he's been through...she can't even say, only that he's filthy and battered. He looks like he's been through a fight--no, a war, and it has her gripping her dagger a little tighter because she wasn't there to help, whatever it was...
There's no way he's supposed to be here. Why is he here? What about Stiles...oh God, she isn't ready for this. She was never ready for this, because this isn't supposed to be happening. Nobody's supposed to be here. She made a clean break so she could do this, so she could function and save Stiles, but now Scott's standing right in front of her...and all she wants to do is hug him.
She wasn't supposed to see him again, not for ages...maybe not even ever again. But he's here, and a hole in her heart she's forced herself to ignore is suddenly bleeding, raw, and aching for home.
She's heading into the shower anyway, so she doesn't pay any attention to the filth: mindful of the dagger in her hand, she keeps it tucked against her forearm rather than drop it while she suddenly throws herself into Scott's arms, holding it out of the way as she wraps her own around his neck and hugs him like she's clinging to the last lifeline the universe is ever going to throw her.]