Don't Let Me Go

Fire and Ice

"You're not going. No." Scott shook his head at me and gave me look full of fire.

I didn't care what he had to say. There was no way I was going to let Scott out of my sight. I still thought of when Gerard held him captive from time to time. To have heard him yelling in agony was the worst kind of hell. I couldn't let him go. I couldn't just go home and wait for Isaac or Derek to come to tell me that Scott's dead.

No I couldn't even

No

"I'm going and you can't stop me." My voice was as cold as ice.

We were both poised to fight and neither of us were going to give up. Lydia was my sister and I couldn't stand back if I knew I could help.

"Let's go outside. Now." Scott grabs my arm and pulls me to the hallway.

Instead of stopping right there he continues to drag me through the hospital. Where the hell were we going?

He shuffles past a hundred IV's and nurses until we finally reach an unmarked door. He nearly pulls the door off its hinges as he pushes it open and locks the door behind him. In any other moment I'd be so turned on. Focus Allison.

"What is this place?" I ask trying to avoid the oncoming argument.

"An old conference room that they just never got rid of and- Wait this isn't even important. Allison, no."

Scott sighs and runs his hands through his hair. I sit on the old table and he stand in front of me. I can feel his breath on my skin. The tension was enormous but he was probably too furious to notice how fast my heart was beating.

"I'm going, Scott." I cross my arms and stare up at him.

"No. Allison. No. You want to to be honest from now on right? No restrictions," I nod at him and bit my lip. "The truth is you're not going. Even if I have to chain you down. I'm not trying to be a jerk but I can't stand one minute just thinking about something happening to you."

"Neither can I. When you leave without me I worry that I'm going to get a 'Sorry but umm he's dead' from Derek." I whisper but my voice cracks on the word dead.

His eyes are warm as he looks down at me, "Do this for me. If you're okay then I'm okay. Please. I can't worry about you and save Lydia."

"Why do you do that?" I look up at him and cock my head to side.

"Do what?" His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

"Put everything on yourself. Lydia gets taken, must be Scott's fault. Allison gets depressed, Scott's fault. A hurricane destroys a squirrels tree in Miami and that's your fault somehow too."

"That's no true I-"

"We both know who you really blame for what happened that night and then what happened a few days ago."

Scott's eyes turn black and he turns around and tightens his hands into fists. I raise my arms and use my hands to relieve some of the tension in his back. My hands gently massage his back as I give him time to breathe. I hated seeing him this way and just like he blamed himself for everything, I blamed myself for who he's become. I knew that it was my fault that he didn't believe that I loved him enough to die for him like he would for me.

When he finally turns around I see remnants of year streaks on his cheeks. I say nothing as I look into his glassy eyes. No words need to be said. I brush his cheek with my hand and watch as he lets himself cry once more.

My hand reaches the back of his neck and I pull him to my lips. Like fire and ice combining, a pair so toxic together that it was somehow beautiful. He could tear me down to nothing and I could make him explode and yet here we were kissing as if it was the first time.

Minutes later I'm in his arms as he holds me tight to his chest. I can hear the steady beats of his heart and my only thought is that I was the luckiest person on the world to be the girl Scott McCall loves. I didn't care how cheesy it was but it was true. I couldn't lose him but I knew that he'd die without me too.

"I'll go home and let you go alone." I whisper into his chest.

His arms around me tighten, "Thank you." He whispers back.