[and also secretly April 2nd-I Kissed a Girl (Stiles/female), snuck into the background to make up for missing that day lol]
Allison didn’t look too great when she answered her front door. Well, really, she looked the same as she always did—obnoxiously pretty and generally well-put-together—but she didn’t have the same warm smile on her face that she usually did when she greeted Stiles. Instead she looked kind of grim, a frown on her lips and a little crease of worry between her eyebrows.
“Hey, Stiles,” she said. “Thanks for coming.”
“Anytime. What’s up? Your text sounded kind of urgent.”
She stepped back to let him through the door and closed it behind him, ushering him into the apartment.
“I might have a tiny situation,” she admitted. “Or potentially not-so-tiny, I don’t know yet.”
“Okay,” Stiles said slowly, following her down the short hallway to a home office type room. He leaned into the doorway, hands in his pockets and watched curiously as she came to a hover in the middle of the room. “And you call me for this situation? Just me? Seems more like a Scott thing. He’s usually the one everyone goes to for situations.”
“He’s busy with alpha things,” Allison said distractedly. Her hands flitted over the back of her dad’s desk chair for a moment, then skipped over to the nearest shelf to run along the spines of the books there. Her eyes were just as restless, darting around the room on a loop without ever settling on anything. “And anyway, I don’t think his help is the kind I need. This is more up your alley.”
“Feel free to tell me what ‘this’ is anytime,” Stiles said mildly.
He couldn’t think what kind of thing would be up his alley but not Scott’s, unless it was specifically a magical problem. But even then, most people would go to Deaton before him, which was understandable. As strong as his spark was and as much progress as he’d made so far, he still wasn’t up to Emissary level yet. He was still an apprentice, at least technically speaking. And besides, he felt like Allison would’ve said magic right off the bat if that had been the case.
No reason for her to be this cagey if it was magic. It was kind of making him jumpy. He wasn’t nervous yet, per se. He wasn’t getting any overwhelming sense of impending doom like he did with a lot of the situations the pack had found itself in over the years, but the way Allison was biting her lip and twisting her fingers around each other wasn’t particularly reassuring either.
Abruptly, Allison turned to face him fully and let out a quick breath.
“Dad went on a hunting trip,” she said bluntly. “And he hasn’t come back yet.”