“I almost lost you.” Allison/Scott/Isaac, Teen Wolf
Allison looks small and pale in the hospital bed, still and silent as the monitors beep beside her. Scott sits beside her daily, holding her hand and getting lost in his own thoughts. Sometimes it’s only a few minutes, and sometimes Scott sits for hours, waiting as her body steadily heals itself, a process he’s constantly reminded is much more instantaneous for so many of them. He’d forgotten she was so fragile.
Isaac ducks in every day or two but Scott knows the hospital makes him twitchy. He looks at Scott every time with a half-smile and takes Allison’s other hand, and they talk about everything and nothing at all. Scott watches Isaac’s posture relax the longer they talk.
Sometimes Allison wakes up for a little while, blinking sleepily and smiling when she sees them both keeping watch for her. She’s exhausted from her body’s slow process of knitting itself back together, and the circles under her eyes are dark, but she’s alive and they feel the fierce joy of it between them.
It’s only been a week or two but it feels like ages since everything, and the pack regroups slowly but surely. Isaac and Jackson are the ones who spar the most, working out their irritation in the way they best know how, and Derek and Scott and Lydia talk long into the night about how to help Stiles, who’s been mostly shut up with his dad since the nogitsune had been cast aside.
When they take Allison home, her dad wheels her out but Scott and Isaac are there close behind, shoulders brushing as they stick close for the comfort of it. The sunlight is bright on their faces as they leave the hospital, and Scott is both amused and a little sad that he saw Allison stash her favorite knife under the blanket on her knees.
Scott helps Chris get Allison into the car, making sure she’s tucked in properly and laughing when she smacks his hand-- “I can put on a freaking seatbelt, McCall.” He closes the door and turns, catching Isaac watching them, his pale face cautious in a way that Scott feels like a bruise at the center of his chest.
Scott reaches out and carefully takes Isaac’s hand, looking between him and Allison with the sweetest smile. Isaac grins suddenly, sharply, as if he had been convinced he was the outsider here rather than a piece of what makes it work.
“We’ll figure it out,” Scott says softly, and they both look at Allison’s knowing face through the car window. She’s grinning smugly. Clearly she’d sorted it out long before they had.
“Yeah,” Isaac says with a grin. “We will.”