Scallison Oneshots

Its Okay

@katherinesnow13 asked for one where Allison comforts Scott over his guilt about Derek's supposed "death" during season 3's episode Frayed (not sure if I got the right episode here, but I hope you like it)
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       Allison sighed as she tried to call Scott for the forth time since she had started following the bus.

   "Is he still not answering?" Lydia asked. Allison huffed.

   "No, he's right in front of us! I don't understand why he won't just pick up his damn phone." Allison snapped.

   "Maybe he's busy." Lydia added.

   "You know what Lydia, just shut up." Lydia looked offended but did just that.

       Stiles looked over at his best friend a little worried.

   "Yo, Scotty, you okay? You aren't looking so good..." Stiles trailed off, watching as Scott winced when they hit a bump.

   "I'm fine." Scott gritted out.

   "You don't look fine." Stiles replied. Scott phone began to ring, Stiles smirked when he saw it was Allison.

   "What Stiles?" Scott snapped.

   "You going to answer that?" Stiles teased.

   "No."

   "And why not."

   "I don't want to talk to anyone right now! It all my fault Stiles, I killed Derek." Scott said, he laid his head against the window and stared outside. The guilt was literally eating him alive.

       Allison had had enough. She had texted Stiles when Scott wouldn't answer and he had still not been able to get coach to stop the bus.

   "Can't you get your boyfriend to do something?!" Allison snapped. She was starting to worry. Stiles had said that Scott was looking pretty bad, that he wasn't letting himself heal because he thought he had killed Derek.

   "My boyfriend doesn't listen to me as it is!" Lydia snapped back. "Hit the back of the bus, the rest stop is right up here, we'll be able to take care of him." Lydia suggested.

   "I'm not hitting the back of the bus." Allison laughed.

   "Then I'll do it for you." Lydia huffed. She shoved her foot on top of Allison's and they slammed into the back of the bus hard. Stiles looked out the back window at them in dismay. "There, was that so hard?" Lydia smiled and waved at Stiles and gave him a thumbs up.

       Everyone started to exit the bus.

   "I can't believe you Lydia." Allison sighed. She pulled her car off to the side and turned it off. They both got out and waited at the bus stairs for Stiles and Scott to walk off.

   "Is he okay?" Lydia asked once Stiles had Scott got off the bus. Scott's head was hanging low and he looked like he was barley breathing.  And he had blood covering the left side of his body.

   "Not really, smart thinking slamming into the bus, coach would have never let us go to that rest stop." Stiles sighed. Allison carefully hooked Scott's left arm around her shoulder and tried to ignore his pained groan.

   "Thanks, Allison didn't want to do it." Lydia laughed as she lead the way to the rest stop bathroom. They quickly got Scott inside and sat him on the floor. Lydia locked the door after them.

   "What's going on exactly?" Allison asked.

   "Scott won't let himself heal because he thinks he killed Derek." Stiles said quickly.

   "Alright, there's a bag in my car, it has supplies that I bring everywhere for situations like this. Will you two go grab it?"

   "What are you going to do in the mean time?" Stiles asked as he grabbed her offered keys.

   "Try and get him to heal himself." Allison replied. They nodded and left the room. Allison went behind them and locked the door. She moved back over to Scott and shook his right arm softly.

   "Scott?" She asked softly.

   "H-He's dead because of m-me." Scott mumbled. He opened his eyes and looked at her.

   "No Scott, he's not. Derek's dead because he knew what he was getting himself into. He knew what would happen if he fought the alpha pack, yet he still did. Whatever happened the other night Scott, it is not your fault. Do you understand me?" Allison asked. Scott let a tear fall but nodded all the same. Allison saw some of the blood stop seeping through the left side of his shirt.

   "But, he's dead..." Scott sighed.

   "I know that Scott, but he's dead because he decided to fight, not you. Okay?" Scott looked up at her with guilty eyes.

   "Do you mean that?" He asked softly. Allison smiled and nodded. Scott winced and sat up fully.

   "Are you okay?" She asked as she helped him sit up. Scott looked down at his left side in confusion before lifting his shirt to show his perfectly healed chest and side.

   "You... you helped me heal." He gasped as he looked up at her.

   "No, you healed yourself." Allison said as she slumped with relief.

   "I love you." Scott said as he pulled her into a kiss. Allison smiled and kissed back.

(I tried and its unedited... love you guys!!!)