[...it's just weird enough to stop Alan dead in his tracks.
Because his mother wanted a girl...to pass on the legacy, to lead the family one day, she wanted a girl so badly that there's a baby book stashed somewhere in the boxes no one ever really unpacks, now laid in a trunk full of his mother's things that neither he nor Dad can bring themselves to get rid of.
It's pink, it's bound in leather...and it has the name Allison Argent stamped in gold. The name he had until his mother had her first sonogram, and soon found out she was having a worthless boy.
It's almost enough to believe her...but they're in the middle of a flood, and shit's gone totally crazy. It's not true, because if this was true then he'd still be with her. He knows it in his heart, as readily as Scout knew he'd find his way back to her someday. Their words, their promise, rings in his head every waking moment, every time he feels like giving up because he's lost too much and his friends have suffered too long.
There's no such thing as fate...there's no such thing as werewolves. Still, there they were...and there she was, proving that anything could happen.
Even winning back the girl he loved...the girl who didn't even know his name anymore. She knows about Allison...but he told her that. He had to have, right? He had to have told her that...
Rubbing a hand over his face, Alan let the cold fury in as he composed himself before he let his hand fall. When he did, his features were soft, fond, gentle...but his eyes were dead cold with fury.]
Alan. My name...is Alan.
[And Scout's dealt with too much already. Hell, he doesn't even know why she's here, except maybe she's here to save Stiles from the Nogitsune...never thinking that Alan would make that deal for her, to save her best friend...to save her, his brave, selfless, and pure-hearted Alpha from having to turn the boy she called brother into something other than a warm and vibrant human being. Now this place is screwing with her head...
This was never supposed to be her burden. It's his. It's his chance to be worthy of her again...sure, he's lost it, and her, for good, but that's the thing about Scout McCall: life's not worth living if you can't be the person she believes you are.]
Look, babe...[He doesn't even realize he's calling her that, the pet name he reserves for girls he loves, the one he's stopped using for her since the break up.] Just...truthfully, I don't know what I'd grab to bring you, so can you come to my cabin? You can wear anything in my closet you want, just...if you have any shoes that'll fit me, maybe bring those? I'm sure I can get Lyds to loan me a shirt out of the Trophy Closet or something. Just...I really want to see you.
[He wants her in his cabin, where his weapons are. Where he can protect her...where she can be safe until he can get to Lydia and Stiles and figure out what the fuck is happening.
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Because his mother wanted a girl...to pass on the legacy, to lead the family one day, she wanted a girl so badly that there's a baby book stashed somewhere in the boxes no one ever really unpacks, now laid in a trunk full of his mother's things that neither he nor Dad can bring themselves to get rid of.
It's pink, it's bound in leather...and it has the name Allison Argent stamped in gold. The name he had until his mother had her first sonogram, and soon found out she was having a worthless boy.
It's almost enough to believe her...but they're in the middle of a flood, and shit's gone totally crazy. It's not true, because if this was true then he'd still be with her. He knows it in his heart, as readily as Scout knew he'd find his way back to her someday. Their words, their promise, rings in his head every waking moment, every time he feels like giving up because he's lost too much and his friends have suffered too long.
There's no such thing as fate...there's no such thing as werewolves. Still, there they were...and there she was, proving that anything could happen.
Even winning back the girl he loved...the girl who didn't even know his name anymore. She knows about Allison...but he told her that. He had to have, right? He had to have told her that...
Rubbing a hand over his face, Alan let the cold fury in as he composed himself before he let his hand fall. When he did, his features were soft, fond, gentle...but his eyes were dead cold with fury.]
Alan. My name...is Alan.
[And Scout's dealt with too much already. Hell, he doesn't even know why she's here, except maybe she's here to save Stiles from the Nogitsune...never thinking that Alan would make that deal for her, to save her best friend...to save her, his brave, selfless, and pure-hearted Alpha from having to turn the boy she called brother into something other than a warm and vibrant human being. Now this place is screwing with her head...
This was never supposed to be her burden. It's his. It's his chance to be worthy of her again...sure, he's lost it, and her, for good, but that's the thing about Scout McCall: life's not worth living if you can't be the person she believes you are.]
Look, babe...[He doesn't even realize he's calling her that, the pet name he reserves for girls he loves, the one he's stopped using for her since the break up.] Just...truthfully, I don't know what I'd grab to bring you, so can you come to my cabin? You can wear anything in my closet you want, just...if you have any shoes that'll fit me, maybe bring those? I'm sure I can get Lyds to loan me a shirt out of the Trophy Closet or something. Just...I really want to see you.
[He wants her in his cabin, where his weapons are. Where he can protect her...where she can be safe until he can get to Lydia and Stiles and figure out what the fuck is happening.