Contingency~TW/TO~ Lahey

Chapter 18: The Rescuers

"Do you think you can hone in on Malia?" Allison asks as Isaac and I help work on the tranquilizer equipment for tonight's mission. Since last night, Isaac's vehement obsession with my well-being has toned down, which I appreciate. However, I can still feel him watching my every move. There is a shift in his behavior and I can only hope that these changes aren't inauspicious.

"If not, we're going to be in the woods for a very long time," I half-joke handing her one of the bottles Deaton gave to us for Malia.

"I've got a pretty good lock on her scent, " Isaac states looking up from the briefcase and hands Allison one of the needles needed to transfer the Xylazine into. "It's actually kind of strong."

"What is it?" Allison asks intrigued by his answer.

He hands her another needle, "Pee."

She smiles widely at the answer and I work to hold back my laughter. This isn't new information for me since I had heard him complain about it until he learned Scott had to use the same substance. Being a werewolf has its perks, or at least that's what I've come to the conclusion of. But, there are still some flaws. The flaws, however, are overlooked compared to the perks.

"You okay?" Isaac asks. I was about to comment on those infamous words when I realize who they are directed towards.

Watching Allison, she struggles to control her shaky hands long enough to suck the medication into the needle. She ignores his question and suddenly drops the bottle to the hardwood floor, causing a clanging sound to echo throughout the room. I can sense she doesn't want to look up at us out of embarrassment and with one glance before kneeling to pick the bottle back up, my suspicions are confirmed. She hasn't been herself since that night and I know I haven't been my 'new and improved' self either, but I changed for the better. Her on the other hand, not so much.

She stands back up, and looking into her eyes again I see a familiar faraway look. The same look she had when Lydia was almost decapitated by an arrow if it weren't for Isaac stalking us.

"Allison?" I call out softly to try and achieve her attention even though I know she won't hear me. When she goes into her hallucinogenic states, it's already too late. All we can do is give her space and wait for her to fade out of it.

"I'd step back if I were you, Isaac," I warn him and sidestep to the edge of the table as I watch her slowly reach for the loaded tranquilizer gun that lays in front of her. I could easily take the weapon away from her reach, but I keep from doing so. Who knows what she is capable of in this trance state. 

Isaac continues to stare at her, unsure how to handle the situation, and only begins to move when Allison lifts the gun and directs the weapon in his direction. It's his own fault he hadn't moved from her as I suggested. He was lucky to even receive a warning from me. If he ends up shot, he'll be fine. It's a simple tranquilizer gun, not an actual bullet. Besides, it can work in my favor. I wouldn't have to tag along with this ridiculous expedition in the woods and stay with Isaac till he awakes. I'm not exactly fond of the idea of running around the woods chasing a mangy mutt. But I have my reasons for agreeing.

"Allison, wake up," he warns out of fear and places one hand outward as if that is going to protect him. "Allison."

Leaning forward, she matches her eye with the scope and places her finger over the trigger.

"Allison!"

The loudness of her name being called brings her out of her state and her eyes go wide from shock, "Oh, my God. I'm so sorry." Slowly she places the gun back down on the desk and puts her hands up in surrender, "I'm...I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was doing. I'm sorry."