"You told them what," Allison yelled incredulously.

Scott ducked his head, "I was trying to help... I didn't realize they would take it so seriously."

She screamed , throwing a book at his head, "I don't need your help. My father and I can handle ourselves. I certainly won't be 'kept under control' by Derek."

"Allie," he tried softly, "They are dangerous. I thought you and Derek were getting along now, anyways."

"Being civil doesn't mean I planned on marrying the guy, but clearly I have no choice now. It's your safety on the line now too, if they find out you lied, your head is on the chopping block too. I'm never in the good graces of many wolves, but the code prevents things from getting out of hand. You have now forced me, and Derek to go along with this. Because of you, I have to marry the man that is the reason my mother is dead."

Scott looked at the ground, "I'm sorry, Allison. I just came over to tell you and your dad, it's all my fault."

She glared at him, "What are you leaving out?"

He sighed, "They gave a deadline. You have a little over a month to get the wedding planned, they want proof that you're actually together... You are going to have to be around him a lot..."

Allison asked him to leave, telling him she needed to be alone. She spent the rest of the afternoon in her basement, kicking the shit out of a defenseless punching bag. She lost track of time down there, she was counting heartbeats and dummy's that had been stabbed to the point of being trash. It was eight, just in case you wanted to know. Her ex boyfriend had single handedly ruined her life. He told the alpha pack that she was engaged to Derek Hale, and there was no going back from that. As she heard it, Derek took it a little better than she did. Nothing that physically damaged Scott, not like the book to his head, or the knife that found it's way inches from his throat when he had first said it. She had landed a kick on the punching bag when her father came down the stairs and turned the music off.

"Been down here a while I see," he nodded to the stack of dead dummies. She wiped the sweat off her face and shook her head, "We need to talk."

An hour and several angry phone calls later, it was decided that everyone was going to meet at the Argent's for a meeting.

With the whole group sitting around the Argent kitchen table, things grew silent and awkward. Derek and Allison wouldn't even look in the others direction.

Stiles was the first one to speak, "So to be sure everyone is clear: Scott told the alphas that Allison and Derek were getting married, and there is no way to tell them he lied without putting him and Allison in danger, right?"

Scott swallowed hard and looked at his ex and her father, "I can completely understand if you would rather me tell them. I'm sure I'll get the brunt of their anger, I can take it."

"They'll kill you," Allison said shaking her head, "I think we all know the only solution, even if no one is happy about it."

"I get to plan the wedding," declared Lydia from the spot next to her best friend.

Derek and Allison both cringed at the word, but he nodded, "We need to spend time together in public. They'll be watching us closely, so we need to sell it. Or it'll be all of our heads."

Lydia was smiling but she was the only one, "I'm going to start planning, and they rest of you need to go. They need to be alone for a while. Shoo!"

At her command everyone dispersed with gloomy looks and quiet apologies. Chris grabbed his daughter hand and whispered something in her ear, she nodded and kissed his cheek. He then left too; he took his car and went for a long drive. The house was empty.

Allison looked at Derek for the first time since he got there. He was wearing a black t-shirt and dark jeans; he looked good. They sat there for a while just observing each other. She cleared her throat and offered him a drink or snack, remembering her manners with a chastisement from her dead mother. He declined.

"Ok, so I guess we should talk about this... situation."

He sighed, "I'm sorry you got caught up in this."

Allison shook her head, "It's not your fault. We're going to have to get used to being around each other though. All of our lives are resting on us selling the huntress-and-werewolf-star-crossed-lovers bit."

He agreed, "Yeah, I um, I have something for you." Allison was shocked as he pulled a velvet box out of his pocket and slid it across the counter. "It was my mothers. The inside is engraved with a triskele. It's the Hale pack crest, I guess you could call it. Every member of the family is supposed to have something with it, Cora and I have tattoos, but she also has a necklace, and Peter has a ring. I thought it fit the situation."

She nodded, and opened the box to see the most beautiful ring she'd ever seen. It was a platinum band; one large diamond is set in the middle with a ruby on either side. Her jaw dropped a little and a tear formed in the corner of her eye, thinking of how much this must mean to both him and his sister. It was probably one of the last things that he had that belonged to her.

He misinterpreted her reaction, "If you don't like it, we can go down to a jewelers and get a new one. I just thought it would look more 'sentimental' if you had my mother's ring."

She shushed him, "It's amazing, Derek. There is no reason to go out and buy a ring for a fake wedding, especially not when this one is so beautiful. I'm sure once Lydia sees it she'll want to do the whole thing around it."

She looked up to see the sides of his mouth curve up, he was glad she liked it. It was getting late, so they decided that dinner was a good start for public appearances. With the ring now on her left second finger, she changed out of her workout clothes and they went out for pizza. Dinner wasn't much of an event, some people that Allison had gone to school with gave them funny looks and keeping conversation light and relationship-like was difficult at times, but it went as well as any first date. Except this wasn't really a date, it was an arrangement made so that they could stay alive.