Here Comes Goodbye.

Part 5: Chris - The Final Goodbye.

Chris always knew the risks that came along with his daughter being involved in the family business. It's why he consistently argued that she wasn't ready, but was forced into training her thanks to Kate. Then, after Allison's mother was killed, they jetted off to Paris, leaving the supernatural world behind. He originally didn't want to return to Beacon Hills, but she missed her friends. Reluctantly, he agreed so long as they focused on her graduating high school and him getting back into the real estate business. They agreed to stay out of the supernatural hunting business.

That lasted all of a week, if that.

Now, only months later, he's having to face his worst nightmare – his daughter's funeral.

Their last phone call still plays on loop in his head. Her rushed voice saying they found Lydia and they're going to get her. His panicked voice begging her to wait for him, but her quickly saying there's no time before hanging up. He wished she would have just listened, given him some time to get there. Maybe he could have helped.

He got to Oak Creek as fast as he could, but it still wasn't fast enough. He arrived at the gate entrance to see Scott cradling her limp body in his arms. Even he couldn't save her. In those heart shattering moments, he remembers wondering what the hell happened. This couldn't be real. He's already lost his sister and his wife, he couldn't be losing his daughter too. What did he do to deserve such a cruel sentencing? He didn't even get to say goodbye.

A throat cleared, and Chris glanced behind him through the mirror to see Isaac standing there. He was in his Sunday best, but his button up was untucked, his tie was crooked, and his eyes were bloodshot. Clearly the day had brought fresh tears.

Chris nodded, "I'll be out in a minute."

Isaac nodded slowly before stepping away. As Chris looked back in the mirror, he noticed his own eyes were just as red as Isaac's. He grabbed the eyedrops from the medicine cabinet and dropped a few in before straightening his suit and his posture. Time to be strong. If not for himself, then for her friends. After all, they're just kids

"Here we go." He exhaled deeply.

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It's a small, private service. No one outside of family and close friends. Although, Allison would consider her close friends as family, especially after losing so many blood relatives. Scott, Lydia, Stiles, Isaac, Kira, even Derek... they were her chosen family. They'd been through and seen so much in their short time together. They had a connection that couldn't be broken.

When it was time for speeches, Stiles went first by trying to lighten the mood with a few funny memories of Allison and saying she became the sister he never knew he wanted. Isaac followed by sharing how he and Allison didn't always get along, but they eventually came to understand and appreciate each other. Lydia, bless her heart, through tears, spoke of sisterhood and strength and power and kindness – all traits which Allison carried and bestowed upon anyone she encountered. Scott went next, speaking of first love and first heartbreak, Allison's infectious smile and strength, and how she'll always be with them.

Chris fought hard to keep the tears at bay, to be strong, during each heartwarming and well-thought speech. As Scott sat back down beside his mother and Stiles, he gave them all an appreciative smile. Then it was his turn.

He hadn't written a speech. He couldn't bring himself too, especially after struggling enough to write an obituary for her. No father should have to do that. Now, as he stood in front of these people who loved her nearly as much as he did, he was at a loss. He knew he had to do it though. He couldn't break in front of them.

"Allison," he began, his voice thick with emotion. He cleared his throat and started again, "Allison, as you all know, was a warrior. She fought for what she believed in. She fought for who she loved," he nodded towards her friends, signaling that she died fighting for them. "She is," he cleared his throat again, fighting back tears. "She was this fearless beating heart full of strength and warmth and life."