Title: A Policy of No Regrets

Author: Sunshineditty

Fandom: Teen Wolf Future – future fic related to episode 2x10 "Fury"

Word count: 2,643

Rating: T for language

Summary: Allison is the hunter her grandfather always wanted her to be and Stiles reacts.

She stood confident in her power, black compound bow casually pointed down and her finger poised on the trigger.

The werewolf delegate was sending their negotiator to try and broker peace, a contemptuous concept. There could be no peace in this world as long as wolves lived in it, but Allison was willing to hear them out. It would make getting her men into position easier for the take-down. Carefully gathered intel suggested the Hale Pack was teetering on the edge, stressed to the max by the constant harrying by the hunters; this was the last ditch effort to save them from final eradication. It was delightful news to Allison because as soon as they were completely wiped from the face of the earth, she could rest. Finally be at peace. Let her mother be at peace.

"Ready, girl?"

She winced a little at the feedback from the receiver in her ear, and darted a dark-eyed gaze to where her grandfather hid, annoyed as usual by his patronizing tone. He may have said she was the leader of their team, but his actions spoke louder. For a moment she wished her father was by her side instead, but he'd washed his hands of her five years ago, shortly after Victoria committed suicide to escape the moon's curse laid upon her. He didn't understand her drive to avenge her mother's death just as Allison didn't understand his apathy. How could he ask her to consider the consequences when she was doing this because of them? She hadn't understood the rules until it was too late: wolves weren't meant to be befriended or fucked. They were only good as rugs to warm her floors.

"Easy now, girl. Keep that fire for the abomination."

Allison blinked back the darkness threatening to drag her under and rolled her leather-clad shoulders to loosen the tightness of her muscles. After her mother's death she'd left school and wholeheartedly embraced the hunter's life finding meaning in a world gone to chaos. There was no gray areas here, just black and white, dead or not dead.

In her first year alone she'd killed Boyd, Erica, and Isaac when they'd stepped in between her and Derek Hale just as she promised. She'd tried to keep Scott out of the escalating situation, but he'd made his choice when he attacked Gerard, nearly succeeding in killing him. A small part - the helpless pathetic damsel in distress he'd loved - mourned his death, but the rest of her felt vindicated because it proved to other hunters she didn't have an Achilles Heel as many had intimated regarding her ex-lover.

After the death of such a strong wolf, it should've been so easy to hunt down Derek, now that he was an Alpha without a pack, but somehow, someway, his uncle Peter was resurrected, and the two of them went on a biting spree and created more of their cursed kind.

The two Alphas led Allison and her team on a merry chase up and down the West Coast until she'd finally cornered Peter and tore him apart. The strange smile on his face as he died still unsettled her, as did his last words: "He's coming for you." It infuriated her that he was still able to cause her nightmares, though this time she didn't have anyone to soothe her awake. Not that she needed anyone, she quickly reminded herself, because she was self-sufficient warrior.

A slight noise coming from the dark alley caught her attention and she raised her bow defensively.

"Whoa, whoa. I come in peace, o' great huntress."

Allison's brow wrinkled in consternation. "What are you doing here Stiles?"

The boy who stepped from the shadows into the flickering street light wasn't the sixteen-year-old she distantly remembered. Five years had changed him as thoroughly as it had her, and maturity looked good on him: his hair was still short, but not buzzed, and the slicked back look suited his high forehead. He wore a t-shirt and jeans as usual but the fluid way he moved was a far cry from the lanky and awkward flailing of before. It should surprise her he was the delegate - and it did a little - but at the same time it was an obvious choice.

"Still the Alpha's bitch, huh Stiles?"

His smile was all sharp teeth, but no anger. "Better an Alpha's bitch than a murdering sociopath. Kate...I mean Allison...so good to see you."

The creak of the bow was audible as she swung it up to point it in his face, but Stiles never flinched or moved, just gave the impression of lounging against a wall though he stood upright. Her fingers almost pushed the trigger when he reached into his pocket, but Stiles chuckled as he fished out a flattened pack of cigarettes and a beat up Zippo lighter.

"You mind? I know I should quit, but if I'm gonna die, at least let a man have one last smoke."

Allison could feel the tension from the hunters spread throughout the shadows. They'd expected Lydia and her guards, not a human pet, and it was screwing with their plans.

She could still salvage this.

"Do whatever you want Stiles, you always did. What the hell are you doing here?"

Stiles pulled out one long stick and pushed it between his lips, wetting the tip with his tongue; the blissful look on his face said he liked the taste.

"Well, I'm pretty much the only one left who will talk to you, you know. Your little rampage cost us wolves who knew you and might be willing to stay their claws before attacking. Everyone left now would just rip your throat out."

She sneered, her lips pulling back. "Fuck them, they deserved every death."

Stiles stiffened then, the casualness leaving his body for the first time. "Even Scott?" he quietly asked.

Allison swallowed. "It's not my fault he chose the wrong side."

"Who are you? What happened to the girl who tried to bridge the gap between hunters and wolves?"

"I grew up, Stiles. The night my mother was brutally bitten by Derek because he's a filthy abomination who couldn't help but infect others with his disease."

The pitying look and slow shake of his head infuriated her.

"That's Gerard talking, Allison. Have you ever stopped to think why Derek might've fought your mother? That he didn't mean to bite her but it was an instinctive thing?"

"Why the hell would my mother even fight him? She had no reason to."

"As if Derek did? Did you ever fucking stop to ask why the hell she was doing at the rave warehouse that night?"

Allison tilted her head consideringly. "What are you babbling about? My mother was never there."

Stiles scoffed. "Uh, yes she was. Where do you think she fought Derek? At your house? How does that even make sense?"

"Don't listen to him. Give the signal!"

Allison ignored her grandfather, intent on Stiles' words. "So what was my mom doing there, then, huh Stiles? Why would she go to the rave?"

"To kill Scott."

The words fell into the pool of silence surrounding her; the laughter she tried to utter failed and she faltered slightly. "She wouldn't -"

"Oh please, Allison. Of course she would! She hated Scott, especially after she found out you two were sleeping together."

"No...she couldn't have..."

Her words trailed off as her memory flashed to Scott telling her they needed to pretend to see other people, him urging her to kiss boys in front of her parents. She'd written off his behavior as moon-madness since it was so close to the full one, but that should've made him more possessive, not keen on her flaunting herself to other males.

"And you know this how?"

"After I circled the building with the mountain ash, Derek showed up and was about to go inside the warehouse when he heard a wolf's howl. He said Scott was in trouble."

"Exactly! Derek said. You can't trust anything out of that lying disease-ridden mongrel."

"And Scott told me about it later, after the fight at the Sheriff's station. You know, when you tried to kill Derek once again."

"You're just trying to confuse me! Stop lying to me! I'm so sick of lies."

Stiles - who was a lot closer than she thought - shook his head again, the peppery smell of him striking her nose. "If anything, it's Gerard who's been lying to you all these years. Peter saw him kill Matt and take over as the Kanima's master."

"Stop talking to him - kill him! Kill him!"

Gerard's voice echoed hollowly like a tiny little angel – or maybe devil, sometimes she wasn't sure which – as he tried to give the signal, but these men were hers not his. Once again Allison ignored him, and instead refuted what she knew was total fabrication. "If he did, why does Jackson fight for Derek now?"

"Because we freed him of the master-slave relationship and he consciously chooses now."

"As if Jackson Whitmore would ever willingly choose that!"

"You know the legend of the Kanima as well as I do. When he was able to right the wrongs of his past, he transitioned to full werewolf and isn't a lizard anymore."

Allison felt cold, her breath caught in her chest as she tried to square Stiles' version of the truth with the one that fueled her wrath – her mother being an innocent bystander and her grandfather the bastion of righteousness – and found doubt in her heart for the first time since that horrible night.

Stiles stepped even closer, perhaps sensing her momentary weakness. "I will be the first to admit that Derek was a power-drunk Alpha back then, but that night, he was just trying to stop the Kanima. He was only trying to help Scott, the boy you loved so madly and deeply, and biting your mother was a mistake not his intent. "

"Just trying to help..." she faintly repeated. "Yes," Stiles urged, "all of this was never supposed to happen. You were supposed to be Scott's mate, have his pups, and live happily ever after."

His voice, so alluring and seductive a moment ago, suddenly sounded harsh and intrusive. Her grand destiny was going to be a bitch whelping a litter of furry pups? Stiles – and by extension everyone else they'd known – had thought that was the best Allison Argent could do? Images of Kate's mocking smile and recollections of her mother's ice-cold practicality burned her, reminding her of what she was truly capable of – Argents bred their sons for battle and their daughters to lead.

That was what she was supposed to do. What she was doing.

"Thanks for that tidbit about Jackson, Stiles. Now we know who our next target is." Her smile was cruel as she decided she was tired of waiting. If she would only have Stiles to use as a bargaining chip, then so be it. If he died in the process of collection, oh well. "Now!"

A small beep in her ear alerted her to the trap being sprung. Her men were now in position and had cut off the only exit so Stiles was trapped in the center of the ring of abandoned warehouses, surrounded by hunters all.

Allison grinned, triumphantly. "Did you think your little sob story would change my mind? Even if all of that was true, my mother was only doing her duty as an Argent. We were entrusted with the solemn task of killing all the scourge of the earth. Once Derek Hale is dead, I will rest."

An expression she couldn't read flashed across Stiles' face, before he chuckled lightly. "I almost expect you to raise your fist and say "As God as my witness, I'll never go hungry again." At her blank expression, he muttered, "No one sees the classics anymore. Heathens."

"As fun as this has been, I think I'll kill you now. I'm sure your death will bring Derek running."

"Oh, you don't need to worry about Derek so much, Allison." Stiles drew back a pace, lighting the end of his cigarette. "You really should worry about me."

A bright light exploded from Stiles' hand, and he threw the long stick at the closest hunter, before lighting the ends of the other cigarettes in the pack. Allison squinted, taken off guard. Her blood chilled when she heard a low growl in her receiver, quickly followed by the unmistakable gurgle of death, the last sound Gerard ever made.

Swinging around, she turned to Stiles, but he was already gone and she looked around in frustration. Dark bodies were lightly dropping from the roofs onto the men lit up by Stiles' cigarettes and she growled angrily, even as her arrow whistled through the air and thunked into a wolf. Fierce satisfaction welled in her at the sound and she darted away, intent on killing more.

The next few minutes blurred into a series of snapshots of men fighting wolves, her trying to aid the other hunters, and that stupid fucking light. Allison kept her eyes peeled for Stiles, but he had somehow escaped the trap. Failure was a sour taste in her mouth, even as she sighted her crossbow onto different targets, arrows whizzing through the air with speed and precision, but she could see they were no match for supernatural strength as the missiles were swatted away or broken off where they pierced flesh.

Suddenly, however, the men grouped into a circle, their guns and tasers somehow keeping the wolves at bay, and the tides turned. At last, when more furry bodies littered the ground than human, a far off howl rose, a general calling for his troops to retreat.

Allison pumped her fist as she hung back watching the remaining hunters run after the wolves.

"Your plan failed, Stiles! We will win and you'll never get a moment's peace!" she screamed into the falling silence, unsure of where he was, but hoping he heard her. For the first time ever, she understood why a wolf would howl. She wanted to scream her victory and have her enemies tremble before her.

"No, no, I don't think my plan failed at all," a quiet voice mused behind her.

Allison whipped around and blinked at the red eyes staring back at her from the shadows.

"Peter told you I would come," Stiles reminded her as as he leapt for her throat.

A/N: I watched the latest episode and this was the first thing that popped into my mind during the scene with Allison planning the assault on the station with her dad and grandfather. And I'm sure this will draw criticism, but I actually don't hate her for wanting to kill Derek. She doesn't know the full story and Gerard is twisting the emotions of a very confused and messed up girl right now; he's using everything in his arsenal for his endgame (whatever it may be) and she's just one more pawn to be used.

While I don't know if they can all come back from the revelations, I don't think they're irrevocably broken (Derek and Scott included – yes Scott betrayed his wolf-pack, but he did it for the noblest of reasons and if Derek can't understand that, then he doesn't truly understand the concept of family. Plus, it's not like he made it very easy for Scott to come to him for help given the recent past. Do I agree with what Scott is doing? No, but I understand why he does. Do I think he's stupid for not including Stiles at the very least? There are not enough descriptors, adjectives or synonyms to describe his idiocy).

This was a quick write up and unbeta'd. Thanks for stopping by and reading!