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This Is How You Remind Me

100 days of Teen Wolf ➜ Favorite Fallen Character

It is in sunday mornings like this that he often finds himself thinking about how much his family looks like the one from “The Incredibles” movie. He always internally laughs at the thought because, super heroes aside, the concept was quite the same. And watching Allison walking casually through the house with an eighty inches long bow in her hands, a sack of military arrows on the back and a belt with a loaded gun and munitions just next to it while wearing a pair of soft pink sweatpants and the shirt of the pajamas patterned with colored donuts is just enough to confirm his fantasies.

Rating: T

Character Study- Romance; 3.5k w

Read also on: AO3

Notes: Okay i wanted to do a real character study about Allison but then it turned more into a collection of memories of her, i hope you’ll enjoy it the same. And yes, the title is from Nickelback’s song “How You Remind Me” aka one of my faves

The darkness obfuscates his sight, he can’t see anything but some random lights and shadows when he’s lucky enough to face a turned on lamp. Apart from that, everything is black.

He almost gets to climb all the stairs when he accidently hits the leg of a table that hadn’t considered and no werewolf-y superpower prevents him from stumbling on his own feet, dragging Allison back with him. She manages to grasp his wrist in time and despite his weight they finally find back the balance and steady.

“Oh sorry! Isaac i’m so- are you okay?” He hears her stammering.

“Yeah yeah, are we done yet?”

“Nope. Just a minute.” He can almost see the smirk on her face. She embraces his arm with her her hands to guide him, this time being careful to not hit anything.

He distinguishes the familiar squeak of Allison’s door room opening and takes a tentative step forward, not knowing exactly what awaits in there.

“Here we go,” she says, taking the blind fold off his eyes.

He has to blink several times because of the neon light on the ceiling to readjust his sight. Then he immediately patrols the room in search of a sign of that so-called surprise Allison mentioned minutes ago but he doesn’t catch anything out of the ordinary. Scared as hell to her possible (and probable) over reaction he limites himself to stare at the bed in front of him, nodding silently to fake acknowledgement and hoping she’ll spit the news up before she can discover his lack of clues.

She doesn’t.

“So?” she asks impatiently.

“So…”

“Isaac! C'mon, what do you think about it?”

Shit “I-uhm love it? he tries, following her gaze but still noticing nothing.

She turns to face him with her hands on her waist. “You don’t have a clue of what i’m talkinkg about do you?”

“Not even a half.” But still gives an hesitant smile and she pouts.

(How adorable she is when she pouts)

“That.” She says sharply pointing at her bedside and he finally sees it.

Allison doesn’t use to have anything on her bedside but a book and a photo of her family with no frame. Once, she had explained to him that since she uses to struggle and move a lot during the sleep she always ends up hitting and bumping into the things around her, causing them to fall and eventually to break; so after three broken alarms, one cracked mobile screen and thousands of scoldings from her parents she got the habit to have nothing but flat and resistent objects on it.

Now instead, on the wooden shiny surface of the table there is a small but pretty light blue lamp.

“I bought it for you,” she tells him by seeing his confused expression. “I thought… well since you’re scared of the dark i thought- maybe now you can stay for the night sometimes if you want to…”

“You bought me a bedside lamp.” He says thoughtfully.

“Ye- Yeah…”

“You bought me a bedside lamp.” And the moment later he had his arms around her waist lifting her from the ground.

She laughes, clearly more relieved than amused, “Yes.”

“I’m gonna try it.”

And yes, he’s sounding probably a pathetic kid right now but none of his reactions would be able to explain his current happiness. He doesn’t care about the lamp; it could have been even a rusty bolt and he’d be just as happy as he is now, because she cares. Allison Argent cares about him, she likes him and she bought a freaking lamp for him to let him sleep with her at night. He is totally overwhelmed.

Isaac carefully puts the girl down squeezing a little her back as he does so, only to go to check the lamp.

He bents to connects all the wires and puts the plug into the nearest socket. When he turns it on he discovers the object producing a faint bluish light, the same blue of the lamp itself which he finds surprisingly relaxing because bright enough to comfort him while sleeping but still soft to not awake them.

“It’s really pretty.” He sincerely says while turning around to face her.

Allison, who had remained silent during the whole process, suddenly jerks as he turns his back on the bedside; she immediately holds up her gaze up to look away from whatever she was staring at and flushes heavily as her eyes widen a little when they meet his, her lips pursued for the awkwardness.

“What were you watching at?” He asks her mischievously, his smile already turned into a sneer.

“Your shoes.”

“My shoes?”

“Yep.”

He approaches her, getting closer and closer very slowly without breaking the eye-contact not even for a second. When he gets to her he gently places his hands on her waist, causing her to inspire loudly.

“What color are they?” He whispers, closing the distance just a little more.

“Brown.”

Isaac pulls back abruptly, shocked. “What!? How the hell did you do?”

“Well you only have two pairs of shoes, so I had a good 50% of possibility to guess right.” Now she is the one sneering,

“Oh. But you know what does this mean?”

“What?” her sneer slowly fades as he places back his wide hands on the small of her back and pulling her closer to him.

“That you just admitted you weren’t looking at my shoes.”

“You got no proves.”

He is about to reply but she cuts him off with her lips and he kisses her back immediately, leaning a little and cupping her cheeks with his hands. The kiss is angry, passionate, full of lust at first, then she slows him down to part and take a breath only to bite his lower lip and he lets her do it, he lets her everything. Their foreheads softly touch and all they do is sharing their breaths, panting heavily and sustaining one to the other to steady themselves, grasping every inch of body they could get to.

With the eyes still shut, allison tilts her head to close the distance again and deepens the kiss, tongues meet exploring each other’s mouths, this time slower than before, letting their lips brushing and separating only to meet over and over again.

Isaac’s mind blurs as she grab his air with both her hands, messing it with her touch and the whole thing is so sexually frustrating he thinks it’s gonna be over awkwardly soon.

“We should try the lamp.” She says whispering at his ear before biting gently the lobe, causing him to moan way too loudly for a simple bite.

“Yeah totally.”

He immediately gets down to grap her thighs lifting her up and heading to the bed while she places open-mouth kisses on his jaw, slowly going down the neck and sucking a little bit on the spot just near his collarbone.

As he rests her gently down on the mattress she stretches to turn the main light off and switching on the bluish one of the lamp instead, which slightly contrasts with the intense dark of the room.

He kisses her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, the corner of the mouth without fully touching her swollen lips, but keeping sliding down her body, caressing every part of it as he does so.

And for the fist time in his life Isaac isn’t scared of darkness, but he’s sure it has nothing to do with the lamp.

“Dad! DAD!”

“WHAT?”

“Where’s my bow?”

“Right where you left it last time!”

“There’s not!”

“Seek better, Allison!”

Chris hears his daughter imprecating loudly in her room, among all the slams and blows of objects thrown against the walls with impressive strength, warning him to not get upstairs to help her unless he wanted to have his face smashed by a flying furniture.

Okay, he’s never been that tidy either (he is actually pretty messy). His wife was the one to be obsessed with home-cleaning and stuff; he remembers very well all the times he and his daughter have been told off one next to the other like two defenseless children by the severe woman, accusing them of the mess they always use to leave around the house and threatening them to rip off their own tongues and use them to clean the parquet next time they rendered it impossible to see.

She was a very convincing woman.

But now that Allison’s mother was gone their habits and instincts get the upper hand causing them to banter frequently because of this kind of things.

(But honestly, how can you even lose a bow?)

An half hour later he hears the girl getting down the stairs in a hurry, showing up in the kitchen where he is still eating his breakfast while reading a daily newspaper of Beacon Hills.

The girl goes past the room and says him hi nonchalantly heading downstairs towards their hidden chambers.

“Honey, what are you doing?”

“I go training?”

“Don’t you have a test tomorrow?”

“It’s french’s, i’m pretty good at it.”

“Well doesn’t mean you don’t need to study.”

“I have already! It just it doesn’t take me so much time as the other subjects… i don’t know, i’m kinda have a mind for french. Besides Lydia helped me study the other day and i’m positive it’ll be fine.”

He sighs, forced to give up, “At least, don’t kill your teacher if he gives you a B, all right?”

She represses a laughter and smiles radiant at him, “I’ll try.”

“Anyways, you don’t have breakfast?”

“Uhm i’m not that hungry actually.”

“I’ve just cooked the bacon.”

“Roasted?”

“Roasted.”

Her eyes suddenly light up. She throws the bow on the couch as if it was the softiest of the stuffed animals and Chris represses a swearing as she does so (he had just finished paying the installments for that damn leather couch) but his wince soon turns into a smile when his daughter presses a loud peck on his cheek while sitting right next to him with two large portions of bacon.

He stares at that young woman in front of him who is now assaulting those two slices of bacon as a wild kid and can’t help but laugh at the only sight of her glee. She follows a second later, laughing with him visibly confused but still happy for no apparent reason as she so rarely had the chance to be.

And after all, Chris thinks that whatever happened to the couch it was worth it.

The parking lot in front of the small house is almost empty when Lydia gets to the Argents place, rendering her manoevres way much easier and she internally blesses all Allison’s neighbors for having either a big internal garage or an active social life. She picks her phone and texts her friend to inform her of her arriving and only five minutes later the brunette girl is already under the porc, getting out of the home.

(How she can be so gorgeous and punctual at the same time is honestly a blur to Lydia).

“Hi Lyds.” She says as she gets in the car.

“Hey!” She hugs her quickly, “How did you spend these last five hours without me?”

“Studying chemistry and no we won’t review your notes now.” She cuts her off immediately.

“All right all right, i was trying to help,” she says getting defensive, “So, i was wondering, are you sure you want to hang out alone? Just the two of us? I’ve free house for a couple of days because my parents are out of town, maybe we can run a party at my place and invite some people and the rest of the pack to come over tonight if you want to.”

“I don’t feel like i want an actual party Lyds, sorry.”

“But Ally, it’s your birthday!”

“I know it’s just- it’s been a while since we haven’t spent time together, like free time, with no boyfriends or creepy creatures… well, both in your case,” Lydia immediately laughs at the joke but says nothing so Allison continues, “I mean when was the last time we went somewhere together alone? Sophomore? Plus” she adds as Lydia starts to reply, “I really don’t want anyone else to celebrate my birthday with but my best friend.”

She says the thing casually but still warming her tone at the last two words, as if no matter how given that could sound it always will be a big deal to her.

Or at least that’s what Lydia feels.

Lydia gives her a wide toothless smile as she finishes the sentence and looks away from her. She honestly can’t understand how talking with Allison always makes her feel like she’s been somehow blessed by God knows who for having such a beautiful friend by her side. She can’t tell her this but every damn time she feels something in her chest that makes her feel proud, almost honored to be her friend.

“Okay,” she tells her softly instead.

“Okay.” Allison echoes.

“Did the others make you the wishes?”

“Yes. Stiles brought me a cappucino and a croissant with one candle this morning at english class, it’s been awkward for a while actually but it was sweet of him, ” Lydia represses a giggle at the thought. That is so Stiles’ style. “Derek sent me a text with the impressive number of 3 emojiis-”

“All in the same text?” Lydia askes in fake shock.

“Epic right?” she says playfully, “And Isaac gave me a charm with an arrow at school, i think he’s gonna come over tonighr for dinner anyway.”

“That’ so cute!” She squeals. She would never admit it to anyone except for Allison, but Lydia is probably one of the most romantic person of the Solar System and woman jewelry as birthday presents is basically nothing but her favorite clichè ever. Then she feels the girl has omitted something and it takes no more that three seconds to figures out both who and why, “And… Scott?”

Allison doesn’t even turn to face her but keeps her eyes focused on the streen, knowing the question would have come eventually. “He came over at my place after school.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Is he- are you guys okay?”

“We’re fine. He just came to give me something, doesn’t matter.”

She gets immediately she doesn’t want to talk about it so instead of insisting she pauses for while, letting the tension fade slowly in the car. When she sees Allison a little bit more relaxed she breaks the silence, “So… where to?” She asks tentatively.

Allison smiles warmly and clearly realieved she had changed subject, “What about the mall?”

Lydia smiles radiant at her best friend, suddenly happier than ever that she had chosen to spend the evening with her only.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

She can’t remember the last time she saw Scott crying.

He probably never did, not while they were still together anyway. All the memories she has of him during their relationship are all random images of the boy smiling at her, kissing her, laughing, joking, warming her. Never crying.

At the Motel, she thinks. That was probably the last time Scott cried when he was half-possesed and tried to suicide by diving into a can of pure gasoline and making her freak out as hell. Her heart had never beaten so desperately fast and frenetically for fear and love at the same time like in that moment, as if it had tried itself to get out her chest and run towards the werewolf to tear that damn fuse away from him before he could have ended up his life, among her own.

Now Scott has the same exact desperate expression she had that time.

She smiles at the irony of the situation; she is thinking about the night when Scott tried to kill himself and now she is the one dying.

“Allison no no…please, no-” He sobbs above her.

“It’s okay.” She manages to say.

It’s not okay. Allison knows that; it’s never okay when someone dies.

But Scott is cuddling her so gently, as if she was a piece of glass about to break hopelessly; his strong arms are around her small and now fragile body, trying to warm and shield her from anything and anyone despite both of them perfectly know that none of his supernatural powers will be able to protect her from the only one thing that is taking her away from him. And his hands, oh his hands. They are caressing her face so tenderly she thinks she might explode for the frustration of being too weak to reciprocate, his touch is so hot despite the pouring and cold rain she is gonna combust in his warm arms, and there’s so much silent love in it she feels her pain slowly fading away even though she’s aware he’s using no superpowers to take it away.

And god if she loves him. She can feel her heart struggling in her chest; it wants to keep beating so bad, beating for him as it always did, but it is feeble now and slowly starting skipping the beats and even though it feels so alive and good for his presence it can’t ignore the deadly wond in her stomach.

So Allison tells him. She tells she loves him knowing that would probably be the last thing she’ll ever say; she tells him she has always loved him and that she always will, carefully using the future tense too, because she’s positive she will love him even after dying, whatever it awaits in it.

Tears fall down on her face as Scott starts crying uncontrollably, resting his forehead on hers. His cuddling becoming shakier and shakier through his tears and he holds her tighter if possible, as if he could escape her from death by doing so and, after all, she thinks she would haven’t asked for a better way to die.

It is supposed to be cold, frightening, painful, isn’t it? But Allison never felt so safe and warm in her all life. He never failed to make her feel that way endeed.

And she’s so happy. She glimpses Isaac and Kira behind Scott’s shoulders and they’re fine. Scott will be fine too with Kira, she will heal him, Allison knows that; weirdly she doesn’t even feel jelousy, she’s just serene that even without her, Scott will be loved again. He deserves it so much.

Lydia and Stiles are not there with her but she had heard a distant echo of Lydia’s scream, and she already knew what that would’ve meant. But it meant also that she’s alive and safe. Her best friend, the person she knows she had helped the most and that eventually had turned out to become her moral support for everything, is safe. And if Lydia is safe that means also Stiles is, and finally freed from the Nogistune.

The last person and the most important is her dad. She’s actually glad he is not around her to assist her death, that would’ve been heartbreaking. She doesn’t know how he’ll react to another loss but at least she knows he’s proud of her, and she also knows Isaac will take care of him. After all he owns him and she trusts him so much, so Allison’s sure he’ll be fine too. It’ll just take him a lot.

Tiredness suddenly strikes her as a thunder and she feels the urge to close her eyes. So she holds her eyes up to meet Scott’s, because if she has the chance to choose one last thing to see his chocolate-colored eyes are doubtless the most beautiful one she can ask for.

“Scott Mccall.”

She is not even sure either she had only thought that or if she actually managed to say it but she doesn’t look away from him untill the very last second, not even when she oblivious lets her arm falling down on the ground, unable to sense neither the cold of the asphalt nor the warm of his skin.

Allison feels her eyelids slowly closing and she manages to smile, pleased to have had Scott’s eyes as her last happy memory.

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