<Allison's POV>

After my episode Stiles and Lydia went back downstairs to sleep and I stayed with Scott. We talked about my recent freak out and then climbed into bed. After about an hour of trying and failing to sleep I turn to face Scott with his arms still squeezing my waist. "Scott," I whisper. His eyes flick open and look at me with an intensity that has always made me feel safe. "I can't sleep, I'm to anxious," I explain. Scott smirks and pulls me closer to him.

"Just listen to my voice then," he starts and I laugh at him quietly. "I'm serious, close your eyes," I follow his directions with a smile on my face, "now just listen." I prepare myself for what he is about to say. "It freezing cold, but they don't care. She practically drags him out of the crowded gym where teens are dancing slowly. He lets her lead him to where the buses are parked. They both smile before connecting their lips as she pulls his hand behind her back. She teasingly pulls away from the kiss and then makes him follow her inside the bus. He stands outside the vehicle for a moment smirking at her through the window. Eventually he follows her onto the bus." Suddenly I realize what he is saying. What would of happened on the night of the winter formal if he wasn't a were wolf. "They both fall onto a bus seat and kiss and kiss. Nothing could ruin it, the-"

"Scott," I whisper cutting him off. He stops talking. He looks at me with a guilty expression on his face. "I don't blame you for having that night not going right," I explain in a whisper.

"Ya... but I blame myself," he says, "if only I were normal."

"I don't want you to be normal, I just want you, Scott... Scott McCall." I connect my lips with his and wrap my hands around his neck. He leaves fiery trails down my back with his fingers. Just his touch sends me to a world that is full of peace. Actually it kind of feels like when I was dead for those hours. Just peaceful, a world without worries. He flips on his back so I can rest my head on his chest

"I love you Allison," he whispers into the dark room.

With my head pressed against his skin I whisper. "I love you too Scott."

<Stiles' POV>

I wake up to Scott shaking my shoulder softly. "Hey buddy, time to go," he says forcing a smile. After he walks away to wake up Kira and Malia I attempt to stand up, only to realize Lydia is leaning against my shoulder.

I shake her knee and her eyes flutter open. She moves away from my shoulder and yawns. "Two in the morning comes way to early," Lydia says getting up from the couch.

"You can say that again," Malia utters standing up with the rest of us. Scott has us pack three bags full of food and water to bring. We all get dressed in different rooms. When we have all finished we meet outside by the cars. It's so early that it is still dark out.

"Okay so what are the arrangements of who's riding with who? And no more than two people to a vehicle that way if we split up we all have a partner." Scott says. Lydia speaks up first.

"I'll go with Allison in my car," she says quickly. I swear I see her look at me quickly.

"Alright then I'll take Malia in my jeep," I offer awkwardly, scratching my nose. She smiles at me and I force an unwilling small grin.

"Then I guess Kira goes with me," Scott says, hiding a sigh. He looks to Allison for approval. She smiles and nods to reassure Scott. Allison kisses Scott on the cheek then turns to Kira.

"Hold on to him tight, the bike is a little scary when you're going fast," Allison suggests happily to Kira who smiles at the kind remark. We all get into our assigned vehicles and then I begin to lead in the jeep with Malia, then Lydia's car, then Scott and Kira. It will take us about a day to get to Mexico and another few hours to get to where we are going.

After about an hour of silent driving Malia finally speaks up. "So from the past few days I've been here I've noticed you guys must do this a lot," she says. I scoff. Way to state the obvious.

"Ya, it's partially our fault we have so many problems now," I say. Malia cocks an eyebrow.

"How?" I sigh and recall the night we made Beacon Hills a beacon for the supernatural again.

"Well Scott, Allison, and I had to sacrifice ourselves to find the nemeton where our parents were trapped and when we did that we brought life back to the nemeton so now it's a beacon for the supernatural," I explain. Malia raises her eyebrows then her face squishes together in thought.

"Wait, then how are you alive?" She asks.

"We each had someone with a strong emotional tether to pull us back from the dead."

"Who was your tether?" Malia asks. I sigh.

"Lydia." Malia's face falls a little and our conversation is officially over.

<Allison's POV>

I can't take it anymore I have to ask her. As we drive I look to Lydia with wide information needing eyes. "Okay Lydia I didn't wanna have to ask this, but are you mad at Stiles or something?" I ask. Lydia sighs and rolls her eyes.

"You don't happen to remember what Aiden said to me before he died, his last words I mean," Lydia says. I try to think of what he said, but all I manage to do is remember that Scott was worried about Stiles, as was I. I shake my head in response. "Well if you must know, having your dying friend tell you that you should be with someone as their last words is harsh. Not in a bad way, I just mean like its a lot to think about like is it actually that important or am I just being set up," Lydia explains. When she says dying friend I cringe. It's these little moments I get that I have to remind myself that I did come back from he land of the dead. Heaven was a pretty place though.

"I understand but I think you should talk to him."

"How about we talk about you and Scott, junior year is almost over, do you think after senior year you will marry Scott?" Lydia asks. The mere thought brings a smile to my face. I bear my teeth and look at Lydia as she drives before answering.

"I hope it lasts Lydia, I really do. It's going to be hard no doubt with my episodes," I start with a monotone voice, "but I do truly completely love Scott helplessly." Lydia glances at me quickly and flashes a rare smile. Ruining the moment is a call from Scott. I put him on speaker.

"Hey Allison can you hear me?" Scott yells over the phone. It is a little hard to hear him over the sound of the wind but his voice is clear enough.

"Yes," I say back.

"Okay, there's been a change of plan, Lydia is going to have to go with Stiles to negotiate with the captors, Kira brought up that it would be good to keep her with him in case death for him is near since originally he was supposed to be alone," Scott explains. Lydia sighs angrily.

"Okay Scott, talk to you later." He bids his goodbye and then I stare at Lydia.

"I hate him."

A/N because that fan art is the best thing ever