Scallison AUs

You.... Oh, my GOD.

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Teen Wolf.

I pick up my phone, which is buzzing annoyingly loudly in the pocket of my jeans. I check the text. It's from Allison.

Allison: GET OVER HERE ASAP OMG OMG OMG!

What the hell happened?!
I race to Allison's house. Loudly and in a hurriedly fashion, I knock on the door. Allison opens it, clearly not hurt, but excited as fuck.
"You texted," I ask cautiously. Allison nods furiously. Shit. She's fangirling. Not uncommon for Allison lately, I've learned to *mostly* deal with it. I give up on stalling. "Why did you text?"

Allison jumps up and down. She's squealing through her words, and I can't make out a single word she's saying. God. "SLOW DOWN," I exaggerate. Allison stops jumping and takes three deep breaths.

"I. Met. DYLAN SPRAYBERRY!!!" She's screaming again. I immediately panic. Oh. No. 

"What did you do?"

"Come in, I guess," she half-confesses. Shit. What did she do? I follow Allison to her bathroom. Guess what I find there? 
YUP. Dylan Sprayberry, sitting in her bathtub wrapped in duct-tape.

"You.... KIDNAPPED DYLAN SPRAYBERRY??!" I yell, not mad, but panicked.

"I PANICKED!!" Alli yells back.

"THIS ISN'T PANIC! THIS IS PLANNED! HOW MUCH DUCT-TAPE DID YOU USE???"

"Two rolls."

Shit. Dylan looks up at me, gesturing with his arms to his mouth. I don't move. "You do realize you HAVE TO GIVE HIM BACK, right??" There's a lot of panicked yelling going on here.

"NO!!" Allison yells, and Dylan squirms in the tub. Fuck, Allison!

"Then I will." I say, and start to move towards the tub, but Allison blocks me. Minutes later, I'm standing on her front porch. Oh, my GOD. I need to find a phone number.  But, wouldn't Allison be arrested? I can't do that. But, don't I have to?

I call Allison. "Alli, I need to come over, and you need to let me in."

"No," she says firmly.

"Look, you can either be arrested, or let me in your house," I sigh. "I'll be over in five minutes."

***

I'm banging on Allison's front door.  A couple minutes later, she opens it. Her eyes are red and puffy, so I can tell that she's been crying. "Listen, Alli, you can't kidnap celebrities. Believe it or not, it's against the law. I'm sorry, but there's no way you're getting out of this one," I tell her. I head up the stairs to the bathroom. Allison follows me, sobbing.

Dylan sighs in relief when he sees me, and I wonder what she's been doing (with or to him, the thought makes me shudder!) all this time. I unravel a full two rolls of duct-tape from Dylan's body, and gingerly help him stand up. Allison sobs even harder. 

Instead of running away or screaming, like I expected Dylan to do, he gives Allison a hug, presumably to calm her down. She does, even though by the look he's giving me, Dylan is terrified. I smile at him. She's actually a pretty nice girl, if you get through the whole crazy-ass fangirl and the fact that she owns about a billion crossbows and hunting knives and guns.

I don't think he wants Allison to get in trouble, or maybe this has happened before, but Dylan ended up just...... leaving. He said bye, and he left. And, of course, there was more crying and candy after that, but we got Allison out of yet another situation, so we should be good. For now.