THIS IS AN IDEA I'VE HAD SINCE SEASON 1... IDK IF ANY ONE EVER READ THE TEEN WOLF COMICS ONLINE, BUT I GOT THIS FROM THEM AS A SPIN OFF. SO... HERE IT GOES.

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Allison ran a comb through her wet and tangled dark hair, a soft white towel rapped around her body. She sighed staring at her reflection in the fogged mirror and reacher for her lavender scented lotion. It had been two weeks since she'd seen her boyfriend last- Scott- and it was truly hard on her. She even found herself worrying over him so much sleep had been evading her, taking longer to come. What if something bad had happened to him? Stiles had told everyone that he had been feeling down lately and was going through some personal things that he couldn't share. But she couldn't help but wonder if that was a lie, he and Scott were like brothers, he may not lie to Scott; but he would definitely lie for him. She couldn't get rid of the feeling that there was more to it. She finished blending the lotion into her soft pale skin and slid into a pair of pajama shorts- baby blue with white pinstripes forming a criss crossing pattern- a white tank top, and a grey hooded jacket. It was Scotts jacket, she had found it folded neatly on her bed the first day he missed school with a note resting on top.

'Allison,

You mean so much to me, and having to go with out seeing you for... well I don't know how long exactly, but I know it will be hard. I wanted you to have this, and imagine I'm holding you when you wear it. I hope you can understand. I'll miss you, more than you know.

Scott.'

She'd placed it on her bed side table, and had read it a million times. It was burned in her mind, word for word. His scent on the the jacket was beginning to fade now, but it was his, and it gave her comfort. Which was why she always wore it, or at the least held it, so she could be close to him. As she shuffled her feet down the hall back to her room she heard a thump, just as she reached the door. Maybe something had fallen? Allison opened it and stepped inside at the precise moment a dark figure dropped to the floor. Instinctive she reached for something she could use- anything- as a weapon to protect herself. Her hand found a fountain pen resting on the desk, tipped with a sharp metal point where the ink flowed from and help it tightly, her knuckles white.

"Stay back." She said in a shakey voice, "or I'll stab you with this... pen." Her attempt to sound threatening was not a success, but she raised her hand still continuing the attempt anyway. Then, the dark figure lifted its head. First she caught sight of the gold eyes, holding a slight luminescence, then she saw the other features. Sharp canine teeth like an animals, ten fingers ending with long sharp caws, pointed ears, distorted facial features, and what looked like fur on the sides pits face. All nerve she had held before drained out of her and she let the pen slip from her grasp. She let out a long slow breath slowly taking a step back when a voice came from the figure standing across the room.

"Stop." It whispered, in a strangely familiar voice. "I don't blame you for being scared, just-"

Allison let out a small gasp backing away hastily, paying know attention to where she was going, and tripped over a rug on her carpet, and stumbled to the floor. The figure ran to her- at a speed that was not human- and reached to help her up. She swatted blindly as she rose to her feet.

"I'll scream..." she croaked out in a whisper, "my dad has guns and..." she realized then that she could run down stairs for one, and began to turn to war the door ready to speed away when the figure spoke again, panic and pain visible in the voice.

"Allison its me." That stopped her, she paused her back to the figure. The five was familiar, and now its owner knew her name, spoke like it knew her. The figures next words froze her to the core.

"Its me Allison. Its me, Scott. Its me." He whisper.

Slowly she turned around and looked over him. He wore Scott's shoes, a pair if jeans, her boyfriends T-shirt, and his blue jacket. Finally, she found the courage to look at the face, meeting their eyes. They- though now gold and glowing faintly- held hers and she could see the same almond shape as Scott's, his kindness, and him.

"Scott?" She whispered softly, and at his nod she rushed to him, releasing a sob, taking the final few steps needed to close the distance and flung her arms around his torso burring her face into his shoulders, and she felt his arms wrap around her. Now that she was this close to him- holding him- she was sure it was really her Scott. Everything about him was familiar, the way she fit inside his arms, his warmth, his smell. This was Scott, she was sure of it.

"Its really you." She whispered to him. She felt him nod against her head, her hair tugging slightly with the movement. "Yea." He aid sadly. Allison held onto him, holding him tightly. Slowly they backed up to her bed together and he sat down, gently pulling her besides him. They held each other in silence for several minutes before Allison spoke again. She just wanted to take some time to enjoy the moment, enjoy being with him, before asking what had happened to him. Slowly she titled her head back to look up at him.

"Scott? W-what happened to you? What are you?" She kept her arms wrapped around him- his around her- as he explained to her how he and Stiles went into the woods before school stars to find the body, and everything that had happened since up until now.

"... and now I don't know what happened, or why, but I can't change back. And its really starting to freak me out..." finished Scott.

She didn't know what to say, all she could do was look at him, because it actually was him, really him. He was with her again. "I understand." He said slowly, "if you don't want to see me again, if you hate me."

"Are you crazy?" She whispered back, "these past two weeks have been torture for me. Not seeing you... I was worried about you... Scott, I'm just glad your here." He gave a small smile, careful not to reveal his fanges, and pulled her against him holding her close. She melted against him, taking in every thing he just told her, and somehow, not caring. All that mattered to her was that he was Scott and they were together. Allison clung to him, wadding his shirt in her grip. They had been apart for so long, she was afraid that if she let go he would disappeared an she wouldn't see him again. That was something she couldn't bare.

They stayed tangled in each others arms for a long time, whispering about how much they missed the other, and how glad they were to be together again, until the time- 3:30am- caught up with her and she yawned deeply.

"Your tired. I should go. Let you sleep." Scott let go of her but she help on.

"Don't go. I'll sleep, just stay with me. Please Scott?" He nodded and they both crawled into bed. Scott lay on his back and Allison turned so that her head rest on his chest, her arm draped over his stomach. He carefully placed a hand on her shoulder, the both on her arm that lay across him, gently moving his thumb over her skin, making sure not to hurt her.

Allison lay listening to the sound of his heart beat, she could feel the steady yet rapid thump of it inside his chest. "Your hearts beating 50 miles a minute Scott." She said somewhat worried, "are you alright?"

"Yea I'm fine." He paused as if thinking, "my heart beat... if my heart rate gets to high I change. I guess being like this constantly my heart beat never slows back down."

"Hey," she said smiling, "as long admits still beating. You alive, that's all I care about."

Scott smiled too, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head, her dark curly hair still damp, making her smile widen slightly. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, continued to listen to the drumming of his heart, and breathing in his scent until the combination soothed her to sleep, Scott drifting off soon after her, holding each other close through the night.