Author's Note: The story picks up from the finale episode of Season 3B when Isaac and Chris left for, presumably France. I've been experiencing severe separation anxieties with Daniel Sharman/Isaac Lahey's departure from the series. I've been working on this story for a couple of months and finally mustered up the courage to post this for fellow Isaac fans or reader's looking for a decent read. This is actually my first published story and I'm very open for critiques and suggestions but please do be kind.
Isaac and Chris Argent walked along the busy streets of Paris, the former having a somber look painted on his face. It's been barely two months since Allison passed away. He couldn't help but still recall her last moments, on the arms of his alpha, professing her love for him.
"It's okay. It's perfect." Allison struggled in between breaths. "I'm in the arms of my first love."
She gave a pained smile and Scott returned an equally pained one.
"The first person I ever loved. The person I'll always love" Allison said the last part quieter but Isaac heard it
"I love you. Scott… Scott McCall"
As much that it crushed him watch her die before his eyes, it killed him hearing those words escape her dying lips. However, what right did he have to feel that way? What was he even to her? That he will never know.
He shrugged off the tormenting thoughts as he felt Chris' hand on his shoulder.
"You okay, Isaac?" Chris asked although he already knows the boy's real answer. He would always catch him with that look.
"Yeah" Isaac gave nodded to him, giving a small smile
He's been on Chris' side since they left Beacon Hills; he became a father to Isaac no matter how odd the circumstances were. A werewolf hunter foster father to an orphaned werewolf boy, he brooded at the thought.
But who was he to complain, Chris helped him escape the pain Beacon Hills left him while keeping a promise he gave Allison.
Isaac hopped out of Lydia's car, slamming the door shut as he went. He automatically turned to Allison who had a worried look on her face, her breathing ragged.
"Allison, breathe." he told her, his brows ever so slightly bunching together
"Lydia… I don't know if she's okay or if she's hurt" the words nervously left her mouth
"It's going to be okay" Isaac cocked his head to the side and gave one of his patented lazy smiles
It seemed to have calmed her down and she gave a small smile back. He listened as her heartbeat evened while he let his eyes idly wander the surroundings.
"Hey, Isaac" he loved the way she says his name
"Mm?
"Can you promise me something?"
"Depends" Isaac slyly said, "As long as it doesn't kill me, I'll put it up for consideration"
Her face soured, her eyes screaming 'I'm serious'. He straightened, Allison's eyes following his blue orbs intently.
"If I don't make it—"
"Don't even say such a thing," he snapped, his tone clipped
"IF I don't make it, promise me you'll take care of my dad," she said with conviction
"I'm pretty sure he can take care of himself just fine" Isaac didn't mean to sound so snarky
"Promise me" it didn't sound much of a demand but a plea
With a sigh he nodded, "I promise"
So there he was, in Paris, with Chris Argent trying to mend the wounds that cut so deep into their souls.
They have been going on routine trips around France, retracing steps Allison took when she want there the previous summer. Isaac listened carefully at every fond story Chris had about her, it kept her alive even through just words.
"I'm going back to Beacon Hills" Chris plainly announced as they turned a corner
Isaac mouth dropped, he didn't expect that Chris would go back to Beacon Hills at all, let alone this soon.
"There's news from Scott, Kate's alive and wreaking havoc" Chris' voice sounded like he didn't believe what he just said, "I have to see for myself"
Of course, Isaac understood why Chris wanted to go back. Even if Kate was, or as he heard from the others, a psychopath hell bent on killing every werewolf that comes into her radar, she's still family to Chris.
"When are you leaving?" Isaac mechanically asked
"Day after tomorrow" Chris stopped walking and Isaac looked over to him, "I can book a ticket for you too"
Isaac's lips were in a tight line, looking down and shook his head.
"I can't go back yet"
Not after everything he's lost in a few short months. His father. Ericka. Boyd. And what the hell, even Aiden. Allison. Especially Allison. The pain was too much. Everything in Beacon Hills is an excruciating reminder of those who have passed.
He knew he had a duty to his pack, to Scott's cause and to his slowly dwindling number of friends. But he's just too broken despite his usual apathetic demeanor and bravado to watch another friend die.
"I understand you, son" his heart swelled as he heard Chris say the last word
Somehow, he realized that Allison's request was not solely for Chris' sake but for his. She knew what Isaac needed. He wanted to believe that she, although didn't say outright like she did to Scott, maybe loved him.
Suddenly his thoughts reeled in. Isaac's head snapped to his right, feeling a presence so familiar yet unknown magnetizing him.
"What is it?" Chris Argent follows his gaze
Involuntarily, he walked towards it and soon broke into a sprint. He pushed past strangers, dismissing annoyed glares as he made his way. The pull was getting stronger and his search became more frantic.
He came to a halt, almost colliding with someone.
"Looking for someone?" the girl cocked her head to the side wide-eye with a sweet smile, her voice like honey and velvet
"You" was all Isaac could say in surprise
Author's Note: Your comments and suggestions are very much appreciated! It would really help me improve my writing.