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[#008] Second Chance You'll Never Get (Teen Wolf)
Theme Prompt: #008 - Schadenfreude
Title: Second Chance You’ll Never Get
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 984
Summary: Allison Argent usually prides herself on being mature, but sometimes she really wants to act her age.
Notes: This is set in a “I’m completely ignoring the fates of certain characters on a certain show” AU.
Nine times out of ten, Allison Argent likes to pride herself on her maturity.
She needs it, if she wants to put herself at the head of the Argent family when she’s just barely old enough to drink. It had taken time to earn the trust of the other hunters, the ones who had been loyal to her grandfather and her aunt, and convince them that her way was the better way for everyone – to protect people, rather than humans – but there are still a lot of them who still live for the power that Gerard gave them, and the certainty that they were on the side of the right, while Allison needs them to live more in the shades of gray.
They lose too many people to Monroe, but that’s not the point. The point is that Gerard and Kate are dead, for good this time, and she had to start from scratch. This doesn’t mean, however, that sometimes she doesn’t desperately wish that she can act her age.
She and Isaac are invited to a meeting just outside of Philadelphia, standing on the edges of a small Amish settlement that had been home to a small pack of werewolves. They hadn’t done anything wrong – had isolated themselves from the world to avoid the chance that they would hurt anyone, and there is tension and anger in everything she and Isaac do. They’re telegraphing it from a mile away, but the group of hunters that are there don’t seem to be impressed.
“Why do you keep bringing your pet dog, again?” The hunter that speaks is a cocky one from the back, someone who’s teetering just on the edge of the precipice between Allison and Monroe, and Allison doesn’t want to hear any of it. Isaac is sitting on a hair trigger as it is, standing in a place where so many wolves have died and he wants to tear into anything that will make itself an available target. He starts to surge forward, and she raises a hand to stop him, knowing that he won’t push past it.
“Isaac is my partner. Do you have a problem with that?”
“Yeah. I have a problem with some little princess coming in and thinking she can just change the rules.” He’s on his feet at this point, making his way closer and she can feel Isaac tense but he doesn’t move past her hand. “Especially when it clearly seems like she might as well be one of them.”
Allison keeps her face schooled and calm, not letting him see her riled or upset. She has to, especially when Isaac isn’t as good at keeping his feelings to himself. “If you don’t like the way I do things, Bobby, you can leave. I’m not going to stop you.”
“I can leave?” He’s in her face now, and she can’t help the way she straightens in response. “You’re the one who doesn’t seem to want to be here, Princess. In fact, why don’t we take you out instead?”
“Allison …” Isaac’s voice is somewhere in her ear, but she doesn’t have time to react to him. Instead she’s dodging out of the way as Bobby swings at her, and reaching for the other arm to twist it away from her. He cries out in pain and she catches her foot in the joint of his knee, forcing him down to the ground. She got lucky, she knows she did, but she can’t deny the fact that it feels good to have let out some of her aggression.
People say werewolves have dominance issues, but they have nothing on hunters.
There’s a deep breath as she looks up at the rest of the group. “Look, I know that this isn’t how you’re used to doing things, but this is how it’s going to be. If you want to stand up for innocent people, that means all innocent people, not just the human ones. If you think that humans are all that matters than you can go team up with Monroe, but know that if you do? If she keeps doing things like this?” She points back to the ruins of the farm in question. “Then it’s not just going to be me you have to worry about. If you really want to pick a fight with the McCall Pack and the Hales, then go right ahead. But if you would rather work with them than against them, you’re more than welcome to stay.”
She releases Bobby, shoving him forward into the dirt, and there’s a grumble of assent from the rest of the group. He looks livid as he gets to his feet, and shakes his head. “I don’t need this.” And with that he’s gone, heading on his way to his car. A few people straggle off with him, but a majority of them stay, watching her expectantly and waiting for their cue. Allison issues her orders and wraps up the meeting, and tries to ignore the shit-eating grin Isaac gives her as they make their way back to the car.
“What?”
“You had that all along, didn’t you?”
She laughs as they go to slide into the car. “You enjoyed it.”
“Of course I enjoyed it. You are very, very attractive when you’re putting someone in their place.” He slides into the passenger seat of the SUV, and leans in to kiss her once the door closes behind her. “And watching it happen to that guy in particular doesn’t hurt either.”
Her smile fades, and she nods. “We still lost some, though.”
“And a lot stayed too.” Isaac leans in closer, taking her hand in his. “Don’t focus on them. Focus on the people who are willing to help. They matter more.”
Allison nods with a small smile. “I’ll do my best.” And she will. She just hopes he’ll keep being there to remind her.
Title: Second Chance You’ll Never Get
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 984
Summary: Allison Argent usually prides herself on being mature, but sometimes she really wants to act her age.
Notes: This is set in a “I’m completely ignoring the fates of certain characters on a certain show” AU.
Nine times out of ten, Allison Argent likes to pride herself on her maturity.
She needs it, if she wants to put herself at the head of the Argent family when she’s just barely old enough to drink. It had taken time to earn the trust of the other hunters, the ones who had been loyal to her grandfather and her aunt, and convince them that her way was the better way for everyone – to protect people, rather than humans – but there are still a lot of them who still live for the power that Gerard gave them, and the certainty that they were on the side of the right, while Allison needs them to live more in the shades of gray.
They lose too many people to Monroe, but that’s not the point. The point is that Gerard and Kate are dead, for good this time, and she had to start from scratch. This doesn’t mean, however, that sometimes she doesn’t desperately wish that she can act her age.
She and Isaac are invited to a meeting just outside of Philadelphia, standing on the edges of a small Amish settlement that had been home to a small pack of werewolves. They hadn’t done anything wrong – had isolated themselves from the world to avoid the chance that they would hurt anyone, and there is tension and anger in everything she and Isaac do. They’re telegraphing it from a mile away, but the group of hunters that are there don’t seem to be impressed.
“Why do you keep bringing your pet dog, again?” The hunter that speaks is a cocky one from the back, someone who’s teetering just on the edge of the precipice between Allison and Monroe, and Allison doesn’t want to hear any of it. Isaac is sitting on a hair trigger as it is, standing in a place where so many wolves have died and he wants to tear into anything that will make itself an available target. He starts to surge forward, and she raises a hand to stop him, knowing that he won’t push past it.
“Isaac is my partner. Do you have a problem with that?”
“Yeah. I have a problem with some little princess coming in and thinking she can just change the rules.” He’s on his feet at this point, making his way closer and she can feel Isaac tense but he doesn’t move past her hand. “Especially when it clearly seems like she might as well be one of them.”
Allison keeps her face schooled and calm, not letting him see her riled or upset. She has to, especially when Isaac isn’t as good at keeping his feelings to himself. “If you don’t like the way I do things, Bobby, you can leave. I’m not going to stop you.”
“I can leave?” He’s in her face now, and she can’t help the way she straightens in response. “You’re the one who doesn’t seem to want to be here, Princess. In fact, why don’t we take you out instead?”
“Allison …” Isaac’s voice is somewhere in her ear, but she doesn’t have time to react to him. Instead she’s dodging out of the way as Bobby swings at her, and reaching for the other arm to twist it away from her. He cries out in pain and she catches her foot in the joint of his knee, forcing him down to the ground. She got lucky, she knows she did, but she can’t deny the fact that it feels good to have let out some of her aggression.
People say werewolves have dominance issues, but they have nothing on hunters.
There’s a deep breath as she looks up at the rest of the group. “Look, I know that this isn’t how you’re used to doing things, but this is how it’s going to be. If you want to stand up for innocent people, that means all innocent people, not just the human ones. If you think that humans are all that matters than you can go team up with Monroe, but know that if you do? If she keeps doing things like this?” She points back to the ruins of the farm in question. “Then it’s not just going to be me you have to worry about. If you really want to pick a fight with the McCall Pack and the Hales, then go right ahead. But if you would rather work with them than against them, you’re more than welcome to stay.”
She releases Bobby, shoving him forward into the dirt, and there’s a grumble of assent from the rest of the group. He looks livid as he gets to his feet, and shakes his head. “I don’t need this.” And with that he’s gone, heading on his way to his car. A few people straggle off with him, but a majority of them stay, watching her expectantly and waiting for their cue. Allison issues her orders and wraps up the meeting, and tries to ignore the shit-eating grin Isaac gives her as they make their way back to the car.
“What?”
“You had that all along, didn’t you?”
She laughs as they go to slide into the car. “You enjoyed it.”
“Of course I enjoyed it. You are very, very attractive when you’re putting someone in their place.” He slides into the passenger seat of the SUV, and leans in to kiss her once the door closes behind her. “And watching it happen to that guy in particular doesn’t hurt either.”
Her smile fades, and she nods. “We still lost some, though.”
“And a lot stayed too.” Isaac leans in closer, taking her hand in his. “Don’t focus on them. Focus on the people who are willing to help. They matter more.”
Allison nods with a small smile. “I’ll do my best.” And she will. She just hopes he’ll keep being there to remind her.