Title: Phases of the Weaker Heart
Author: calrissian18
Relationship: pre-slash Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent-centric
Word Count: 16,197
Published: 2014-06-11
Rating: Teen

Summary: She’s still standing, and it’s a weak thing to count her successes by, but she’s building up to being strong. Maybe for the first time.

I am deeply, head-over-heels in love with this fic. Phases of the Weaker Heart takes the gap between seasons 2 and 3A and effortlessly fills it with a lovingly developed portrait of friendship. Told through Allison’s eyes and essentially slotting into canonical events - the Alpha Pack, Erica and Boyd’s kidnapping, Isaac’s capture and memory loss - the romantic relationship between Derek and Stiles is in its early stages and isn’t the primary focus. It’s a love story from a different angle.

calrissian18’s Allison Argent has all the complications, confusion, independence, and growth that should have continued to unfold on the show. Allison has just broken up with Scott (again) and is still trying to sort out who she is after her mother’s death and the realization that she’d been manipulated by the man she’d just begun to call Grandfather. She’s hurt, angry, grieving, and filled with guilt over the reality that she’ll never have the chance to fix her relationship with her mom.

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The problem here, Derek, is that you think the world is full of monsters because you met one when you were fifteen.”
Derek scowled, pointing out the entire reason behind their association. “There are monsters out there.”
Stiles shook his head, correcting, “There’s balance out there. Demons balance seraphims. Dragons balance unicorns.” He waved his hand dismissively. “They’re not monsters, they’re the other side of the spectrum. Monsters are rare. Monsters are Kate Argent and I am sorry that you came across her, I’m sorry for what she did to you. But that’s not all there is.” He placed his hand on Derek’s knee, squeezed, and his smile was sad. “Not everything is out to get you, Derek.
Tears on my morning commute

I can’t believe I was daft enough to read this first thing when I woke up, right before work! Tears on the morning commute are never cool!

I don’t know whether to call you a jerk or make a toast to you for your amazing writing, wellhalesbells.

Want your heart torn out by sterek feels? Read this fantastic fic, Full Circle by Calrissian18