Argent Apartment | Morning
Isaac
Isaac had offered to go to Allison's house to drop off the tranquilizers for...reasons. Helpful reasons. Because he was so helpful, Stiles, shut up.
He was standing here. Being helpful. By holding tiny glass vials Allison could probably handle herself.
Allison
"You think you can hone in on Malia?" Allison asked, pulling out her father's hunting rifle. "If not we're going to be in the woods for a very long time."
Isaac
"I've got a pretty good lock on her scent, it's actually kind of strong." And gross. Very gross. Please don't ask how he knew, Allison.
Allison
Oh she had to ask. "What is it?"
Isaac
"Pee." Super gross.
Allison
Allison laughed a little and picked up a vial and a needle so she could get everything loaded up before she went out in the woods. The only problem was that her hands were shaking too badly for the needle to go in.
Isaac
"You okay?" Isaac asked quietly.
Allison
The bottle fell out of Allison's hands and she quickly bent down to get it so she wouldn't have to answer Isaac's question.
When she came back up she...wasn't quite in charge of her actions.
Isaac
She definitely, definitely wasn't. That blank look on Allison's face was something Isaac recognized from the woods. She wasn't speaking to him, but she was looking directly at him when she picked up the rifle and loaded it.
"Allison?" Yeah this wasn't good.
And it got worse when she aimed the gun right at his face. Isaac was positive that she wasn't actually seeing him but he didn't want to be mistaken for Kate and shot in the face either. "Allison, snap out of it. Allison!"
Allison
Allison blinked several times before realizing she was not, in fact, lying open on an autopsy table and instead she was at her house. Holding a gun. Aimed right at a terrified Isaac's face.
"Oh my god I am so sorry," Allison said, immediately putting the gun down. "I'm so, so sorry."
Her face crumpled a little bit as she realized that this time she hadn't even been holding a weapon in her hallucination. "I don't know what I was doing, I'm sorry."
Isaac
"Better than ring daggers, I guess," Isaac said lightly as he moved closer.
Allison
"How am I supposed to help people like this?" she asked, looking down at her still shaking hands. "What am I supposed to do?"
Isaac
Isaac gently took one of Allison's hands and squeezed lightly. "Let me help you. Show me what to do."
Allison
Allison nodded, grateful for the help. This was one of the rare times she didn't think Isaac was just trying to get into her pants.
"Okay," she said, relaxing a little. "I'll show you."
[Taken from 3x14 "More Bad Than Good". NFI, NFB but OOC is fine]