[The pull for more was there...to touch, to take, to reclaim, but she'd already accepted that Scott would never be hers again. The pull would always be there, because they'd burned each other the day they fell in love. She'd accepted that the night they all laid down their lives to save their parents. She'd felt it, the shape of her hands scarred onto his heart, stinging when Isaac was identified as her anchor, and she'd felt the scars of his fingers burn when she saw him with Kira at the black light party.
She'd let him go that night, comforted by the sight of them together...by the fact that Kira's hands seemed to fit the shape of that scar Allison left behind. Whatever happened, she'd be careful with him.
It makes pulling away easier, and when she pulls back her smile is pure, no shadows of heartache left to make the brief embrace anything more or less than what it is. Scott isn't hers anymore...he's just Scott. He's her friend, and he's her alpha, which is just as important to her.]
Yeah, I am. [She's here...and so is he.
But...why is he here? What deal did he have to make with the Admiral? And when did he have a chance to make it?
And most importantly...]
...and you're...filthy. [The observation escapes her with a short, sudden laugh and a smile because it's the best she can handle at the moment. There are questions, and there are feelings...she's raw and aching and shaky with the sheer relief of having Scott with her in this strange place, and right now she'd rather laugh about his state of disarray than talk about what he sold his freedom for, or what she'd sold her soul for...
At least, that was what it felt like she was doing at the time.]
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She'd let him go that night, comforted by the sight of them together...by the fact that Kira's hands seemed to fit the shape of that scar Allison left behind. Whatever happened, she'd be careful with him.
It makes pulling away easier, and when she pulls back her smile is pure, no shadows of heartache left to make the brief embrace anything more or less than what it is. Scott isn't hers anymore...he's just Scott. He's her friend, and he's her alpha, which is just as important to her.]
Yeah, I am. [She's here...and so is he.
But...why is he here? What deal did he have to make with the Admiral? And when did he have a chance to make it?
And most importantly...]
...and you're...filthy. [The observation escapes her with a short, sudden laugh and a smile because it's the best she can handle at the moment. There are questions, and there are feelings...she's raw and aching and shaky with the sheer relief of having Scott with her in this strange place, and right now she'd rather laugh about his state of disarray than talk about what he sold his freedom for, or what she'd sold her soul for...
At least, that was what it felt like she was doing at the time.]