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(Takes place the evening of this post.)
Allison was thinking about dinner when she started thinking about Derek.
Last time she'd checked, he was...okay. Sick still, but as okay as he was going to get...while being a sick werewolf. It took the wind right back out of her sails to think of him laid up at home, and wasted her afternoon and the sacrifice of her sunburn as she started worrying about him again.
Too often since that day in the park, she thought about that blood in the grass. She kept feeling the weight of him as he leaned on her for support, and she worried not just about him, but about Scott. If Derek could get sick, and he was an Alpha...
Standing with her head in the fridge, eying some leftover Chinese takeout Kenzi had shared with her the night before after leaving Dr. Banner's place, she made a snap decision and shut the door of the fridge.
Throwing a loose tank top on over the bikini top and cutoffs she was wearing to spare her sunburn, Allison headed out to a place not far from the Bramford Building. It was too late to make her own chicken soup, but she'd eaten at the little mom-and-pop cafe before, and their stuff was as good as homemade: rich broth without being salty, thick shreds of white meat chicken, and vegetables cooked to perfection. It was worlds away from the chicken soup her mother would make when she was sick, the kind that always made her feel sick by association whenever she ate it. This stuff was grade A comfort food, and she made a point of ordering enough to leave some with Derek so he could reheat it the next day, even if Stiles had some.
Adding a Cesar salad for herself, Allison brought the order right over to Dimera Apartments, humming to herself as she took the elevator up...
...only to find another person heading for Derek and Stiles' apartment with a bag in his hand.
"...Sheriff Stilinski?"
Al turned away from where he was fishing for his keys, blinking in surprise at the sight of a red-faced Allison Argent toting her own takeout bag and sporting an expression he was pretty sure matched his.
"Allison? What're you doing here?" he asked incredulously.
"Having the same idea you did, from the looks of it." Allison grinned, moving towards him to offer a careful hug in greeting. "Chicken soup?"
"Chicken and rice, actually...there's a little sandwich shop down the street from the station..."
Allison dissolved into giggles, rolling her eyes as Al grinned, finally locating his keys to let them both into the apartment.
"Derek?" Allison called as Al ushered her in ahead of him, taking her bag of food off her hands and pointing to Derek's bedroom so she could wasn't over and knock on the door jamb. "You up?"
Allison was thinking about dinner when she started thinking about Derek.
Last time she'd checked, he was...okay. Sick still, but as okay as he was going to get...while being a sick werewolf. It took the wind right back out of her sails to think of him laid up at home, and wasted her afternoon and the sacrifice of her sunburn as she started worrying about him again.
Too often since that day in the park, she thought about that blood in the grass. She kept feeling the weight of him as he leaned on her for support, and she worried not just about him, but about Scott. If Derek could get sick, and he was an Alpha...
Standing with her head in the fridge, eying some leftover Chinese takeout Kenzi had shared with her the night before after leaving Dr. Banner's place, she made a snap decision and shut the door of the fridge.
Throwing a loose tank top on over the bikini top and cutoffs she was wearing to spare her sunburn, Allison headed out to a place not far from the Bramford Building. It was too late to make her own chicken soup, but she'd eaten at the little mom-and-pop cafe before, and their stuff was as good as homemade: rich broth without being salty, thick shreds of white meat chicken, and vegetables cooked to perfection. It was worlds away from the chicken soup her mother would make when she was sick, the kind that always made her feel sick by association whenever she ate it. This stuff was grade A comfort food, and she made a point of ordering enough to leave some with Derek so he could reheat it the next day, even if Stiles had some.
Adding a Cesar salad for herself, Allison brought the order right over to Dimera Apartments, humming to herself as she took the elevator up...
...only to find another person heading for Derek and Stiles' apartment with a bag in his hand.
"...Sheriff Stilinski?"
Al turned away from where he was fishing for his keys, blinking in surprise at the sight of a red-faced Allison Argent toting her own takeout bag and sporting an expression he was pretty sure matched his.
"Allison? What're you doing here?" he asked incredulously.
"Having the same idea you did, from the looks of it." Allison grinned, moving towards him to offer a careful hug in greeting. "Chicken soup?"
"Chicken and rice, actually...there's a little sandwich shop down the street from the station..."
Allison dissolved into giggles, rolling her eyes as Al grinned, finally locating his keys to let them both into the apartment.
"Derek?" Allison called as Al ushered her in ahead of him, taking her bag of food off her hands and pointing to Derek's bedroom so she could wasn't over and knock on the door jamb. "You up?"
