[ when allison stops, so does stiles, just a step or so in front of her. the phrase--i don't want to go home, it echoes so fiercely in his chest that he has to take it in with her, look at her with a face that's not surprised or sympathetic, but rather empathetic. she puts it into words, in the way that he doesn't feel like he can, the kind of things he feels like he can't say. it's maybe because scott is his best friend--and it's not that scott would ever judge him for being that way, are you kidding? scott would love stiles if he became a fascist, even if he'd probably try to talk him out of it.
but scott was a hero. scott was the kind of person who faced his problems head on, who knew absolutely nothing about what was going home but still spoke energetically about returning, even after stiles had told him in the quiet what had happened to their parents. scott worked with deucalion to try and get their parents back. stiles? stiles tried what he could, but when the message from isaac came that allison's father had been taken he--he panicked, he had a panic attack, and then he ended up here.
his dad could very well be dead. all of them knew, the three of them bound by the single kid in the single parent home, but stiles saw a lot of his younger self in allison, and when that had happened, when she just lost control like that, hurt erica and boyd, he couldn't blame her. he'd retreated so far into himself as a kid that he'd barely gone to school. he didn't have the supernatural to take it out on. just his dad, who was drinking himself to death with her gone, and his best friend. there's more than being human in allison that makes them so similar, and the part of him that wishes he could be sympathetic and kind instead of awkward and stumbling came out the day scott told him about what she was doing.
there's this overwhelming urge to just--open the floodgates, to tell her everything. stiles can't lose his dad just like allison can't lose hers--it's not that scott can't lose his mom, either, but there's a different kind of pain that comes from being in a happy home and having it torn asunder by sickness or suicide. he knows what it feels like to be drowning, because he's right there with her, under the water like matt daehler was, using every single one of his abilities as a human to fight back. if you're going through hell, keep going, morrell had quoted at him, and it was the kind of saying he held close to his chest, when he watched the darach carry his dad away in the dead of the night, when scott nearly committed suicide because he couldn't stand to live anymore, when they were surrounded by fucking zombies and losing members of their group day by day. it doesn't stop him from being afraid. it never will.
he feels like if he goes home and his dad is dead? he might as well be drowned already. ] ...yeah. [ is his less than eloquent answer, as he jams his hands a little further in his pockets and shaking his head, focusing on the ground with her. ] I can't--I just can't. I already lost my mom.
[ it was your fault, you killed her his brain whispers in response. he wants to say it's going to be okay, but that's scott's gig, isn't it? it always has been. stiles the cynic and his best friend the optimist. he wants to hope that he's alive (believe he's alive, still does) but every night when he sleeps it's thinking about the funeral with the folded flag, a grave next to his mothers.
stiles' mouth twitches up a little, in a bitter facsimile of a smile. ] I can't decide if I'd rather have him here or stuck at home. That's screwed up as hell.
[ allison has a hard time bringing herself to look up at him. even when she feels him stop, feels him move towards her. she knows he's not expecting anything from her and she's not expecting anything from him, but they're so similar, so alike in that way, that allison's too scared to move.
she wouldn't be able to face herself. why would she be able to face stiles? face anyone?
what right did she have to do any of this? because that's what it comes down to, for her. the new girl still fighting for her place in line, in this town. she has her best friend and she has scott (and now isaac, but does that count if it's just here?) and she has the memory of the deaths of the women in her family. her mother's grave, her aunt's grave, and yet no matter how hard she tries, she's still trying to find her ground. back when she and scott were dating, when she knew his secret and had to meet with him in the middle of the night, out in the woods, he'd called her his anchor. it sounded a little silly at the time, but it made sense. for him, then, she was what pulled him back. held him to his humanity. and allison never realized how much that was necessary, for anyone, for everyone. she figured it was just a werewolf thing, but the more she thinks about that, the more she knows that's crap.
she was floating aimlessly out at sea. no town to hold her there, no family. when the only constants she'd every had were cut in two thirds in a just a few months...
when she takes her next breath, she hopes it doesn't sound like a sob. hopes, prays, that it's all just in her head. that it's the cold and the fact she's just being hypersensitive about it, but she doesn't know.
and then there's stiles. stiles, who matches scott in everything. stiles, who comes up with everything, puts everything together. who lost his mom when he was just a kid, and here she is falling apart over it. and while she wants to hate herself for it, (because she does. she wants to hate it all and everyone, wants to sink a little further into that darkness in her chest because at least that'd be easy) she can't help that little voice in the back of her head that tells her of everyone, anyone, here. stiles would judge you the least. it's the only reason she looks up at him when she does, the only reason she's able to look up at all.
it doesn't make anything better, not really, but it doesn't hurt. ]
I don't have anyone left. [ she's not trying to compete with him, when she says that. not trying to do anything but share with him that part of her. gerard would be the closest kin, since despite his health he is still mentally capable of taking care of her, and the thought makes her sick. so sick, she has that thought again. that thought that she hasn't been able to shake since that moment when derek came back into the room with that look in his eyes.
i'd rather die.
and then stiles is smiling, in that haunted sort of way, and allison's chest tightens in how simple that looks. how easy it would be to match him in it. she doesn't, but she could, and her eyes fall back to the snow. ]
I'd want him here. [ it's selfish, she's being selfish, how could you do that to your father but allison just closes her eyes, holds them closed very tightly, hoping to hold back everything else that follows. ] I mean, I don't, I don't want him to deal with this if he doesn't have to, but- but they come back here. He'd come back.
[ she couldn't save anyone, and that's what it came down to. not jackson, not derek, not scott or isaac or cora or stiles. the one event that was supposed to be her's, a chance to prove that she was worth doing anything at all, and they all-
if she couldn't save them here, couldn't save them when no one had powers. no one was a werewolf, or a darach, and instead everyone was on the same level of skill. if she couldn't save anyone, then, how would she be able to save her dad? ]
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but scott was a hero. scott was the kind of person who faced his problems head on, who knew absolutely nothing about what was going home but still spoke energetically about returning, even after stiles had told him in the quiet what had happened to their parents. scott worked with deucalion to try and get their parents back. stiles? stiles tried what he could, but when the message from isaac came that allison's father had been taken he--he panicked, he had a panic attack, and then he ended up here.
his dad could very well be dead. all of them knew, the three of them bound by the single kid in the single parent home, but stiles saw a lot of his younger self in allison, and when that had happened, when she just lost control like that, hurt erica and boyd, he couldn't blame her. he'd retreated so far into himself as a kid that he'd barely gone to school. he didn't have the supernatural to take it out on. just his dad, who was drinking himself to death with her gone, and his best friend. there's more than being human in allison that makes them so similar, and the part of him that wishes he could be sympathetic and kind instead of awkward and stumbling came out the day scott told him about what she was doing.
there's this overwhelming urge to just--open the floodgates, to tell her everything. stiles can't lose his dad just like allison can't lose hers--it's not that scott can't lose his mom, either, but there's a different kind of pain that comes from being in a happy home and having it torn asunder by sickness or suicide. he knows what it feels like to be drowning, because he's right there with her, under the water like matt daehler was, using every single one of his abilities as a human to fight back. if you're going through hell, keep going, morrell had quoted at him, and it was the kind of saying he held close to his chest, when he watched the darach carry his dad away in the dead of the night, when scott nearly committed suicide because he couldn't stand to live anymore, when they were surrounded by fucking zombies and losing members of their group day by day. it doesn't stop him from being afraid. it never will.
he feels like if he goes home and his dad is dead? he might as well be drowned already. ] ...yeah. [ is his less than eloquent answer, as he jams his hands a little further in his pockets and shaking his head, focusing on the ground with her. ] I can't--I just can't. I already lost my mom.
[ it was your fault, you killed her his brain whispers in response. he wants to say it's going to be okay, but that's scott's gig, isn't it? it always has been. stiles the cynic and his best friend the optimist. he wants to hope that he's alive (believe he's alive, still does) but every night when he sleeps it's thinking about the funeral with the folded flag, a grave next to his mothers.
stiles' mouth twitches up a little, in a bitter facsimile of a smile. ] I can't decide if I'd rather have him here or stuck at home. That's screwed up as hell.
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she wouldn't be able to face herself. why would she be able to face stiles? face anyone?
what right did she have to do any of this? because that's what it comes down to, for her. the new girl still fighting for her place in line, in this town. she has her best friend and she has scott (and now isaac, but does that count if it's just here?) and she has the memory of the deaths of the women in her family. her mother's grave, her aunt's grave, and yet no matter how hard she tries, she's still trying to find her ground. back when she and scott were dating, when she knew his secret and had to meet with him in the middle of the night, out in the woods, he'd called her his anchor. it sounded a little silly at the time, but it made sense. for him, then, she was what pulled him back. held him to his humanity. and allison never realized how much that was necessary, for anyone, for everyone. she figured it was just a werewolf thing, but the more she thinks about that, the more she knows that's crap.
she was floating aimlessly out at sea. no town to hold her there, no family. when the only constants she'd every had were cut in two thirds in a just a few months...
when she takes her next breath, she hopes it doesn't sound like a sob. hopes, prays, that it's all just in her head. that it's the cold and the fact she's just being hypersensitive about it, but she doesn't know.
and then there's stiles. stiles, who matches scott in everything. stiles, who comes up with everything, puts everything together. who lost his mom when he was just a kid, and here she is falling apart over it. and while she wants to hate herself for it, (because she does. she wants to hate it all and everyone, wants to sink a little further into that darkness in her chest because at least that'd be easy) she can't help that little voice in the back of her head that tells her of everyone, anyone, here. stiles would judge you the least. it's the only reason she looks up at him when she does, the only reason she's able to look up at all.
it doesn't make anything better, not really, but it doesn't hurt. ]
I don't have anyone left. [ she's not trying to compete with him, when she says that. not trying to do anything but share with him that part of her. gerard would be the closest kin, since despite his health he is still mentally capable of taking care of her, and the thought makes her sick. so sick, she has that thought again. that thought that she hasn't been able to shake since that moment when derek came back into the room with that look in his eyes.
i'd rather die.
and then stiles is smiling, in that haunted sort of way, and allison's chest tightens in how simple that looks. how easy it would be to match him in it. she doesn't, but she could, and her eyes fall back to the snow. ]
I'd want him here. [ it's selfish, she's being selfish, how could you do that to your father but allison just closes her eyes, holds them closed very tightly, hoping to hold back everything else that follows. ] I mean, I don't, I don't want him to deal with this if he doesn't have to, but- but they come back here. He'd come back.
[ she couldn't save anyone, and that's what it came down to. not jackson, not derek, not scott or isaac or cora or stiles. the one event that was supposed to be her's, a chance to prove that she was worth doing anything at all, and they all-
if she couldn't save them here, couldn't save them when no one had powers. no one was a werewolf, or a darach, and instead everyone was on the same level of skill. if she couldn't save anyone, then, how would she be able to save her dad? ]