Through the Eyes of an Outsider

By: Hallie

Part One: ISSAC LAHEY

You don't know when he stopped being that twitchy weird kid who was, admittedly, almost not-quite cute and became Isaac Lahey one of the tall, muscular stars of the Beacon Hills' lacrosse team. The only similarities they have, you think one day during chem class, are the fact that: A) they really are the same person, and B) the really oversized long sleeve shirts that I have always not-so-secretly believed were to hide some kind of injury. That may be the day he started being Isaac in your mind instead of just "the twitchy loner", the same day you stopped thinking the injuries he hid were self-inflicted.

He'd just come back to school after being accused of murdering his father and, honestly, you can't think of a reason for the cops to take him into custody other than there being something for Isaac to gain from Mr. Lahey's death. Pair that with his suspiciously long sleeves (and really, you're not stupid enough to not put two and two together) and you end up with the terrifying fact that Isaac Lahey had been beat to crap by his father and no one noticed.

Then again, that might have to do with the fact that Isaac Lahey wasn't really on anyone's radar at school. Not the Friend Radar. Not the Mass Murderer Rader. Not the Prom-Date Radar. Sadly, not even the Abuse Victim Radar. If he had been, someone would have done something... Right? Then again, you think, the Lahey's live right across the street from the Whitmore's, and Jackson didn't know about it... or, at least, you hope he didn't... because if he had and he didn't do anything? Well, Stilinski might finally get that chance with Lydia, because, really, you might just kill Jackson yourself... or you know... maybe you'll just kidnap the son-of-a-bitch Stilinski-McCall style and then take Isaac with you so that you can help the boy put Jackson through everything that Isaac might have been able to avoid if he'd said something about what Mr. Lahey had been doing to his own son.

Of course, you're getting ahead of yourself; because, really, your only proof that Isaac Lahey's father abused him is some evidence that is circumstantial at best and memories of bruises that had mysteriously vanished during the week leading up to his father's death (Make-up? Possibly...) therefore, you have no need to Stilinski-McCall style kidnap Jackson's asshat self. That, however wrong it may be, is less because stealing police vehicles is a little more illegal than you're comfortable with and more to do with the fact you have no idea whether or not Jackson knew of anything that had needed reporting.

You look down at your Chem notes, and realize you really hadn't taken any, but there were some formula's scribbled hastily in a handwriting other than your own. Smiling, you recognize the writing as your lab partner, Heather's, before rushing out into the hall once the bell rings, following your friendly neighborhood sheeple to your next class, when you get that unexpected urge to turn around.

Giving into it, you walk back the direction from which you'd just come from. "Isaac!" You shout, spotting him with Stilinski, McCall, Reyes, Martin, and Argent, "Isaac Lahey!"
He turns towards you, saying, "What?"

"I'm sorry." You don't know why you felt the need to do this...

"Why are you apologizing?" He asks you, that cocky, sexy half-smile gracing his lips, "You didn't do anything."

"Exactly..." You tell him, and he looks at you like he understands what you mean in a way no one else could, his smile faltering, "I didn't do anything... No one did anything."

"Ancient history." he says, shrugging, "It's cool, okay?" And he's smiling again, only it's less arrogant and more reassuring and nervous.

"I..." You want to protest his dismissal, but then you sigh, smile lightly, and say, "okay." Because he may have gone through Hell, and he may have some serious emotional scars, but he's healing, it's ancient history, it's cool, he'll be okay. Honestly, that's all you'd really wanted to know.