So I have no idea what this is going to be. As of right now I'm kind of thinking this story will just be vignettes and snippets that I use to fill in spaces between episodes this season. It could take off in a direction and become a story but I'm not sure. Anyway, it's short but it's something. I needed to churn out some Isaac/Allison as soon as I could. Enjoy and please please tell me what you think or any vision you have for this as a story or future scenes.

When she was younger she would dive into her swimming pool and feel the particular sensation of coolness. The crispness of the water wouldn't shock her, but would strip away any excesses until she felt light and weightless and elemental. Clean. Jumping in the coolness of the water felt something like clarity.

But right now Allison was in a desert with no water to be found. Her feet felt heavy on the ground and gravity pulled her down to the cracked earth and the air soiled her skin. Her mind was muddled and dry. Lately it seemed like she would never be rid of the dull headache behind her eyes that made them weary, like crawling through quicksand.

Her hand shook.

"Steady," a calming, low voice rolled like a wave into her ear drum.

She squinted, thought about it.

"I can't," she said, frustrated, and dropped her arm.

"Isn't this what they call, uh…psychosomatic?" he said.

She glared at him.

"What?" he feigned innocence.

"I'm telling you I can't," she said with absolution.

"Okay," he said and began to take long strides away from her. Leaves of the forrest floor kicked up behind his feet and made an impossibly grating crunching sound.

"Where are you going?" she called after him.

He didn't answer until he planted himself a few feet in front of the tree she'd been trying to hit and turned around to face her.

"How about this," he began and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I dare you to hit anything but me."

"This is so patronizing," she grumbled.

"Come on, indulge me," he said with a playful uptick of his lips.

Allison groaned and raised her bow and barely took the time to aim before releasing her fingers and sending it arching to Isaac's left and planting itself in the ground.

"See? You hit your target. First one of the day," he said with a sly smile and raised his eyebrows.

She couldn't help but smile, amused by his dumb point, and she looked down at her feet. "This is so stupid," she huffed, trying to quell her smile from her lips.

"Yeah, well…" he began to stalk back towards her. "Unfortunately, Lydia prefers to be alive so instead of a genius you'll just have to be stuck with me."

Her heart was racing. It was racing and running and thumping as he took his time settling himself back in front of her. He was close enough now that she had to crane her neck and look up to meet his gaze.

"Yeah, but...You don't know anything about marksmanship." Her voice was breathy, thankfully it still had some bite.

He shrugged it off, which annoyed her. She straightened her back and jutted out her chin in defiance of his nonchalance. "What's next?" she barked and lifted her bow up. Isaac quickly ducked out of the way, skirting off to her side.

Unsettled, he scratched his head and fumbled for his previous cool assurance. Allison let a ghost of a satisfied smile pass her lips. She was turned away from him after all.

"Isaac," she practically sing-songed. "What's the next impossibly humiliating target?"

"How about between those two trees?"

"What two trees?"

Her heart jumped to her throat when she felt his hand grip her shoulder and his body near hers, blanketing her in warm shadow.

A light touch fluttered along the base of her bow arm so that he could guide her direction. His hand cupped her elbow delicately, with barely any pressure to its touch. But she felt it. And she felt the other on the small of her back as he led her to her right.

"There," he whispered in her ear and pointed between lanky, skinny trees now crooked and teetering in front of her.

She breathed in deep through her nose and let it curl in her stomach as she closed her eyes.

Everything was still. When she opened her eyes, a blanketed snow seemed to have fallen and covered the ground, muffling all sounds and making them seem far away and fuzzy. But she was warm.

'"Isaac?"

Where had he gone? She whirled around until a figure caught in the corner of her sightline and before she knew it she was being shoved up against the rough bark of the nearest tree. Its crackling, dry edges scratched delightfully at her back as Isaac pushed her up, his hands snaking around her waist and his lips attaching to her neck.

"What are you doing?" she breathed and hands curled in his hair and ravaged it.

"I'm relaxing you," he said with a smile that spread along her collarbone.

She giggled, but swallowed it when a bony knee pried her thighs apart and settled, applying pressure right between her legs.

She wanted feverish. She wanted to rip into him and devour him and bring out his animal. Instead he would languidly discover her jawline with his lips, and he would swipe his thumb along the outline of her ribcage, delight in holding her captive, keeping her still and sighing at his mercy. His ministrations thickened the air and slowed the transport of oxygen into her lungs until she was gasping for it and clinging to his shirt, which she was happy she was wrinkling with her grip.

"Kiss me," she said after a long while like that.

"Not yet," he exhaled into her ear before tracing it with his tongue.

Okay, she thought. Okay. And she melted into him, allowed herself to be pried and molded by him until she was a pliant and willing heap of clay in his hands. His lips dripped with molasses and swept over her, providing a remedy she didn't know existed. Her eyelids were heavy with satiation, and she looked hazily out beyond his shoulder where her chin rested, where she saw the snowy blanket surrounding the dark, bare trees, and then a figure.

She squinted until she could make it out. The figure, first smeared and runny of color like a water color took shape and she saw herself, staring blankly at her from a distance. Allison's eyes widened as her mirror steadily raised a bow and pointed at Isaac's back. She managed a throaty scream before its release sent it flying and-

Her eyes snapped open.

"Allison!" she heard him yell.

She was on her hands and knees, having hit the ground hard. She gasped for air and clawed at the bristly leaves and twigs and dirt underneath her.

She felt him grip her arm and begin to help her up but she jerked and pulled away. "No!" she held a muddy hand up to halt him. "No, don't. Don't." Slowly she peeled herself back up, her knees shaking as she stood.

"Let me drive you home," he said.

Her eyes were wild and black. Searching for meaning between rust colored leaves that wouldn't give her any. She wouldn't look at him.

"No I…I shouldn't be around you…around people. I'll hurt someone…I-"

"You won't hurt me," he said quietly, but with a steady, soft resolve.

This time when she turned to him she found his eyes planted firmly to the ground. Did he mean physically? There seemed to be something deeper in his words. Something yearning, a promise that he wasn't as fragile as everyone thought. Was it a dare? To take a chance? Was it a challenge? She was dangerous. She could ruin him with one pull of her bow arm and with one bruising kiss. She knew it and he knew it.

"Yes I will," she said.

And it didn't matter in what way he'd meant it, it would happen either way. Because still whenever she dreamed of him, she dreamed of killing him.

Thoughts? Feelings! Tell me 'em.