Marisa sat in a chair in the animal clinic when Scott started to wake up making deaton and Marisa move closer to him as Scott stood up quickly
"Welcome to the land of the conscious. You doing okay?" Deaton asked
"Scott" Marisa grabbed his arms "take it easy, ok?" She told him. Scott started to lose his balance slightly, still weak and Marisa grabbed ahold of him
"Maybe you should sit down, huh?" Deaton asked. Marisa helped Scott to the chair he was sat in when the three heard the bell on the door ring. Deaton walked out of the room "Hello?" He asked
"Hi there. I'm here to pick up." Peter spoke to deaton. Scott and Marisa looked at each other nervously
"I'm not sure I remember you dropping off." Deaton told him
"These two wandered in on their own." Peter shrugged
"Even if they did, I'm afraid we can't help you. We're closed."
"Well, I think you can make an exception this one time, don't you?"
"I'm sorry. That's not going to be possible. Maybe you could come back during regular hours?"
"You have something of mine. I'm here to collect it." Peter told him sternly. He tried to take a step closer but he couldn't. He looked down to see a line of black dust surrounding the clinic
"Like I said-- we're closed." Deaton told him sternly
"Mountain ash. That's an old one" Peter stated
"Let me be as clear as possible: We. Are. Closed"
"There are others who can help me get what I want, Scott... More innocent, and far more vulnerable." Peter told him and Scott and Marisa's faces dropped
"Allison."Scott whispered.
"You want me to take her to the formal?" Jackson asked confused as he, stiles, Scott and Marisa stood in the locker room together
"I don't want you to-- I need you to." Scott corrected
"Screw you." Jackson told him. He pointed at stiles "You know what? Screw you, too." He pointed at Marisa "and u too. In fact, screw each other." He told them all
"Hey, you know we saved your life, right?" Marisa asked
"U left me for dead!" Jackson scoffed
"I got shot for you." Scott told him, annoyed
"Oh, yeah? Show me the bullet wound." Jackson told him
"You know it healed." Scott told him
"Convenient." Jackson nodded
"Just do it for Allison, okay? She's in serious danger-- I'm talking around-the-clock danger. She needs someone to keep an eye on her at the dance." Scott told him
"Have her dad do it, okay? He's the one actually equipped to handle this." Jackson told him
"How r we supposed to do that and keep him from finding out about us?" Marisa asked
"Not my problem." Jackson shrugged
"You're her friend, too." Scott told him and Jackson gave him an 'r u serious' look "You are. All that time that you spent with her to get to me? You can't tell me that you didn't get to know her and like her. It's Allison-- it's impossible not to like her. You can't tell me that you don't care if she gets hurt."
"What if I get hurt?" Jackson asked
"Then it's worth it." Marisa shrugged
"Not to me." Jackson told her sternly.
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NIGHTMARE | Scott/Stiles
FanfictionWhen you're someone like me...you don't get very much out of life. A stable home, a good school life, friends, good grades. I had none of those...except the one exception, my best friend Calin, of course. She was pretty much all I ever had...At leas...
