Don't Let Me Go

She Lives

Stiles' POV

I didn't think I'd ever feel more confused than I did on the first day of Sex Ed in sixth grade... but today trumped my utter lack of knowledge when it came to what happened during the sexy times.  

Dad kept looking at me as if he expected me to suddenly transform into a unicorn. I mean jeesh I was pissed off about not being able to remember Freshman and Sophomore year but what was the big deal. The doctor said I'd most likely regain my memories and I could look forward to two boring years of High School. I wasn't the kind of guy who'd wake up from a coma and remember that he was a hero who had saved lives. I on the other hand was a lame fourteen, no wait, sixteen year old who fainted and hit his head. I wonder why I fainted.

Just as I was going to ask my dad for the fiftieth time why the hell no one would tell me what was going on, a doctor walked in with purple scrubs and a clipboard. She looked like those really nice doctors who all the nurses hated because they were just too perky.

"Hello Mr.... Stilinski is it?" She smiled at me as she flipped through my chart.

"Yeah but you can just call me Stiles." I looked down at my hands and grimaced when I tried to flex a finger. My hands were covered in scratches. 

"Still feeling pain? I talked to Nurse West, she should be coming with more pain meds in her next rounds. Sound okay?"  

I just nodded in response to her now increasingly perky demeanor. I looked to see my dad with a very angry look in his eyes. All he was focusing on was her scrubs. So what if hers were purple and not blue?

"I'm Dr. Alvarez, a psych consult. I was requested by Dr. Locke to come in and talk with you and a parent." 

"Psych as in the psychiatric wing? I am not crazy." I was so fucking confused.

"We appreciate you coming but we just had a close family friend give us horrible news. She's sleeping right there in that bed and honestly I can't take another surprise." My father crossed his arms and put on his Sheriff face. 

"I apologize. I'll only take a moment. I just wanted to let you know that I can come in to talk to you if you think it'll help regain your memories. I think it will. I can't help but think that because you have physical injuries, it may be a traumatic event that is causing your amnesia. Your mind is protecting itself and if you could remember what-" 

"That's enough!" My dad yells.

"Dad! She's just trying to help!" I look at the frightened nurse and smile, "Thank you but I guess we won't be needing you."

She leaves the room silently without another word. If my dad didn't stop acting so wierd they're probably going to send a social worker next.

Allison's POV

Deaton starts the car and heads back to his clinic. As he drives he starts to drill me with questions.

"When the shapeshifter got there was it already shifted into Scott?"

"Y-Yes. He tried to fool me into thinking he was actually Scott. Only after I began fighting him did he change the facade."

"How did you know it was a shapeshifter?"

"I had gotten this weird message from Isaac earlier as a warning. He was yelling but he got cut off at the end... by Scott's screaming... He was able to make out half the word and I put it all together when Scott was in front of me but it wasn't actually him..."

I didn't mention how my mind had a flashback to the day that Scott had lost it. That day he acted like the shapeshifter did today. When he ripped my clothes off only to come to grips after I yelled that he was hurting me. Part of my subconscious almost believed it was actually Scott today but that he had finally lost it after what I did to him with Stiles. I had to remember that Scott wasn't like this. That he loved me.

Deaton interrupts my reverie to ask another question, "May I listen to the message?"

I nod in response and pull out my phone. As the message begins I can hear the dull sound of fighting in the background just before Isaac begins to yell into the phone, "Allison! Listen to me, whatever you do, DON'T come after us. Something happened- I can't explain I don't have time. Tell Deaton it's a shapesh-"

And the message cuts off once again with the sound of Scott's screams. Deaton continues to look straight ahead as he pulls into his clinic. If he distressed in any way, he's definitely not showing it. 

"Can I ask you something?" 

Deaton pauses as he's turning the key to the door but nods yes anyways.

"I don't understand why he came back to Scott's house as Scott. Why not just kill Scott and get it over with? I don't want him dead of course not but I don't get why he's getting off on tricking everyone." 

I admit at this point I'm just ranting but I'm just so frustrated. I have no idea what to expect to find when I get to Scott... if I even get to him.

"Shapeshifters like most creatures like the hunt. They're not pleased like wolves to just off their prey and relish in the fact that it's over. Shapeshifters like to create chaos. They almost feed on the fear it causes. He probably didn't even mean to target you specifically. He likely would've gone after Melissa just as easily."

My skin is covered in goosebumps as I imagine what would have happened if he'd gotten Melissa alone... We have to find him.

Deaton starts gathering as many weapons as he can into a duffel as I silently watch.

"None of this will do much damage because of their ability to heal...which I'm sure you noticed. Our best bet is to find Scott alive or we stand no chance in killing him or even stopping him." Deaton explains as he zips up the duffel and makes his way to the door.

"Wait I don't get it! Where are we even going if we don't know where he is?" 

"Issac told us where they were. I thought you heard the voice mail?" He glances back at me with a confused look.

"I did... What do you mean? He warned us about not going after them- which we're clearly doing. He told us about the shapeshifter and we heard Scott's screams.. What else was there?"

"It's not about what you heard. It's about what you didn't hear. What interrupted Isaac? Scott in pain-Not Issac being hurt but rather Scott. You're so focused on his screams that you missed it. Meaning that just before he hung up he had a chance to tell us something useful... and he did."

I shake my head and play the message again as we're settling into the car again.

Issac yells: Allison! Listen to me, whatever you do, DON'T come after us. Something happened- I can't explain I don't have time. Tell Deaton it's a shapesh-....<Scott screaming> ...Quantico

Did he just whisper the word Quantico? How had I missed that?

"But wait Quantico is in Virginia. I went there once when I was twelve. Are you telling me they're across the country?"

"Of course not! Quantico was the name of an abandoned factory just outside of Beacon Hills. People still go from time to time because they think it's haunted. Once of the last wolf attacks happened there."

"How poetic." I mumbled sarcastically.

Deaton gives me a final nod before heading to the place that held my Scott captive. I no longer had time to worry about whether I was okay or if I could handle this because I had to be ready. Scott needed me right now so I had to suck it up and be Allison Argent. Adrenaline flooded my system once more and my hands curled as if holding my crossbow. My body was ready to fight again after months of avoiding all sort of activity. Those men no longer held me in chains. I felt all my limbs break away from their control as my training came back to my mind.

Allison Argent was back except this time she was stronger. It took her this long to realize that what happened to her handn't broken her but rather changed the way she fought. She no longer fought as a warrior who hadn't seen true battle but rather a warrior who had survived and kept fighting. 

Allison Argent lives.