Scallison Oneshots

Happy Thanksgiving!

Super early, Ik. Allison comes back into town to visit her dad for thanksgiving but gets dragged into having thanksgiving at the Hale's where she sees Scott again for the first time in seven years.
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Flight 7:20 will be landing in in Beacon Hills in ten minutes.

Allison took a deep breath. She hadn't been back in Beacon Hills since she had been stabbed and almost died. It it hadn't been for Scott's quick thinking, she would be dead if it wasn't for him. Her dad had just ran over and Scott asked permission to bite her and her dad agreed. They took her to the hospital and she healed. The bite took, Derek gave her a quick training session amd then she moved to France with some distant relatives.

She had gotten used to being a werewolf pretty quickly. The family she stayed with didn't care about her being a werewolf as long as she didn't hurt anyone. And she didn't. She talked to the rest of the pack off and on, Lydia came and visited her every now and then. Scott was the only one who didn't speak to her. He didn't call, text, skipe, come visit. It was like he had fallen off the face of the earth. It it hadn't been for Stiles giving her updates on him now and then, she would have thought he had died.

The plane jolted as it landed on the asphalt. She took a deep breath and waited for the flight attendants to give the okay for them to stand. She grabbed her duffle bag from the cabinets above her seat and got off the plane. She made her way through the airport and grabbed her luggage. She was about to call her dad when she was engulfed in a hug.

"Allison! I missed you so much!" Stiles' voice called out. He let her go and held her at arm's length. "How have you been?" He asked. His voice had gotten a little deeper and he had a beard now. He must have seen Allison looking because he smiled. "I haven't had a chance to shave yet, Leo's been running me ragged." Allison was shocked, who was Leo.

"Who's Leo?" She asked softly. Stiles smiled.

"My son." He said, heart's in his eye's. "He's my world." The look on Stiles' face said it all.

"Who are you dating?" Allison asked.

"Derek. You know you actually sound French." Stiles gave her a huge smile. "Your dad still lives in the same place, let me give you a ride. Derek's with Leo in the car." Stiles said as he grabbed her suitcase. Allison began to wonder why they were at the airport. She must have had a curious look on her face because Stiles answered her question. "We just picked up Cora, I had to use the bathroom so I told Derek to go ahead."

"Thanks for the ride by the way." Allison smiled.

"No problem at all. You know, I was just talking to your dad the other day, you two should come over for dinner. Derek invited the whole pack along with Peter, Cora, and Malia." Stiles said, talking almost a word a minute.

"I don't want to intr-" Allison began but Stiles cut her off instantly.

"You wouldn't be intruding. Believe me. Last thanksgiving, we have leftovers for a week, I almost puked at the sight of turkey afterwords. I was pregnant with Leo about three years ago so I was pretty okay with all of that food." Stiles explained.

"You were pregnant with Leo?" Allison asked as they made their way out of the airport. Stiles nodded. "How?"

"I'm a Spark, Derek's a werewolf. Magic." Stiles said as he wiggled his fingers. Allison rolled her eye's. They quickly got to the car. Derek seemed happy to see her as well as Cora. Leo seemed hesitant at first, but after just ten minutes, he warmed up to her.

"You smell like pack." Derek had explained while Leo told her all about his stuffed fox that he named Jimmy.