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Nov. 24th, 2015 08:20 pmLife had been a giant fucking mess since the Nogitsune went down.
For starters, Alan had basically died--and that still fucked with his head royally. If not for his dad nearly putting a gun to a paramedic's head after Alan got stabbed, he'd probably have bled out.
Three months of treatment in Beacon Hills, and three months of rehab in Paris took care of that...and things with Izzy. He didn't begrudge her that: they knew what they were to each other. The guy she met treated her like a queen, and she found a school she adored.
Alan didn't go home until he knew she was okay, and when he got there? All hell broke loose.
The bullshit with the deadpool was the worst of it, and he came in on the middle of that shitstorm. They took care of it, though, because that's what they did: they protected their town. Alan did his part, with a little help from Dad, and when that was said and done...
Well, that was the other thing. The thing that had half the pack looking at him funny.
Scout and Kira had been at Derek's place, for one reason or another. Lydia mentioned something about a date (something Kira was planning, not Scout), and that bothered him for reasons he didn't examine too closely...but when Kate and her new monster buddies took Scout and Kira both?
Only then did the things he really learned in Paris come to light.
It was probably an overreaction, but it wasn't just Scout being in trouble--being turned into a goddamn Berserker. It was the idea of Kira, locked up somewhere in La Iglesia...it fucked with his head in ways he couldn't explain. It wasn't that he was afraid for her safety...Kira was a massive badass, and could hand his head to him on a silver platter any day of the week. She was a total hardcore, balls out superhero.
The kind of protecting she needed wasn't from danger. It was from having to be a superhero. She was like Scout that way, she had that same goodness in her, the same light that needed to be taken care of.
The kind that was criminal to cover in the shadows of pain or fear...or La Iglesia.
They got the girls home, though. Everyone was safe now, and that was nearly six months ago. Senior Scribe was coming up at the start of the year, Stiles was already planning their college living arrangements...and Alan was still really mixed up about Kira.
Fortunately, he'd had an easy day. The worst thing he'd had to deal with that night was a twitchy redhead and a cowboy asking for directions to the high school (possibly new teachers, but school didn't start for another five weeks), and tonight Kira was making him watch Star Wars.
Apparently, only having seen half the movie was as bad as never having seen it at all.
Pulling up into her driveway, Alan double checks to make sure her mom and dad's car isn't in the driveway (he gets the weirdest goddamn looks from Mr. Yukimura, and he's always afraid Mrs. Yukimura's gonna kill him with foxfire or something.). Satisfied they're gonna have the house to themselves, he ducks out of the car and jogs up to her front door, knocking quickly.
When the door finally opens, he greets her with a smile.
"'Sup?" he greets her fondly, reaching out for a hug hello. Maybe it's a tiny excuse just to get close to her, but it doesn't cross the skeevy 'cop a feel' line. He just...likes how tiny and warm she is in his arms, and she always smells like some awesome perfume that reminds him of candy.
"I feel like we should have lightsabers for this or something."
For starters, Alan had basically died--and that still fucked with his head royally. If not for his dad nearly putting a gun to a paramedic's head after Alan got stabbed, he'd probably have bled out.
Three months of treatment in Beacon Hills, and three months of rehab in Paris took care of that...and things with Izzy. He didn't begrudge her that: they knew what they were to each other. The guy she met treated her like a queen, and she found a school she adored.
Alan didn't go home until he knew she was okay, and when he got there? All hell broke loose.
The bullshit with the deadpool was the worst of it, and he came in on the middle of that shitstorm. They took care of it, though, because that's what they did: they protected their town. Alan did his part, with a little help from Dad, and when that was said and done...
Well, that was the other thing. The thing that had half the pack looking at him funny.
Scout and Kira had been at Derek's place, for one reason or another. Lydia mentioned something about a date (something Kira was planning, not Scout), and that bothered him for reasons he didn't examine too closely...but when Kate and her new monster buddies took Scout and Kira both?
Only then did the things he really learned in Paris come to light.
It was probably an overreaction, but it wasn't just Scout being in trouble--being turned into a goddamn Berserker. It was the idea of Kira, locked up somewhere in La Iglesia...it fucked with his head in ways he couldn't explain. It wasn't that he was afraid for her safety...Kira was a massive badass, and could hand his head to him on a silver platter any day of the week. She was a total hardcore, balls out superhero.
The kind of protecting she needed wasn't from danger. It was from having to be a superhero. She was like Scout that way, she had that same goodness in her, the same light that needed to be taken care of.
The kind that was criminal to cover in the shadows of pain or fear...or La Iglesia.
They got the girls home, though. Everyone was safe now, and that was nearly six months ago. Senior Scribe was coming up at the start of the year, Stiles was already planning their college living arrangements...and Alan was still really mixed up about Kira.
Fortunately, he'd had an easy day. The worst thing he'd had to deal with that night was a twitchy redhead and a cowboy asking for directions to the high school (possibly new teachers, but school didn't start for another five weeks), and tonight Kira was making him watch Star Wars.
Apparently, only having seen half the movie was as bad as never having seen it at all.
Pulling up into her driveway, Alan double checks to make sure her mom and dad's car isn't in the driveway (he gets the weirdest goddamn looks from Mr. Yukimura, and he's always afraid Mrs. Yukimura's gonna kill him with foxfire or something.). Satisfied they're gonna have the house to themselves, he ducks out of the car and jogs up to her front door, knocking quickly.
When the door finally opens, he greets her with a smile.
"'Sup?" he greets her fondly, reaching out for a hug hello. Maybe it's a tiny excuse just to get close to her, but it doesn't cross the skeevy 'cop a feel' line. He just...likes how tiny and warm she is in his arms, and she always smells like some awesome perfume that reminds him of candy.
"I feel like we should have lightsabers for this or something."
