Everyone had gone home as far as he could tell. Everyone but him

Isaac stood at the foot of the freshly turned over dirt under which Allison's casket laid. Six feet under.

Scott had put a hand on his shoulder, tried to coax him into going back home with him, but when Isaac looked him in the eye, he saw that his alpha didn't want to go either anymore than he did. Even more than he did-but he'd found the strength to walk away.

So why couldn't Isaac?

The betas hair was disheveled from his hand constantly raking through it, his tie loose from his yanking at it because he felt as though he was suffocating.

"I'm so sorry...God Allison I'm so sorry.."

Everyone had been a little shocked when Lydia hadn't shown up at her best friends funeral.

Stiles was the first to call her, leaving a voice mail claiming she still had ten minutes before it started if she wanted to come and if not he'd be over after. The only funny part was that Lydia was actually early. Covered by shadows the strawberry blondes hair was twisted back into a braid and her outfit only matched the scenery around her.

The death of two friends could do a lot to someone, but when you could feel the life leaving the people you love, well it scared you. The darkness still hadn't left and it was like watching everything through a filter. She hadn't slept in the past three days or eattin anything, everything that went down only came back up. The worst part was that she hadn't even cried. Not when Aiden was buried the day before and not now when Allison lay under fresh turned dirt.

The werewolf who was standing at the edge of her friends grave did nothing but distract from her own harsh reality. It seemed he was taking it just as hard, even worse than Scott. Interesting.

"For fuck buddies it seems your taking this a little to hard." Her own voice shocked her being slower and more hallow than ever before. But his whinnying had started to become annoying, so why not make her presence known.

Isaac's eyes cut in the direction of the voice, blurry and dull, slight shades of purple pressed under the hollows. "Yeah, well you look like shit. Trust you to show up after everything is over." Coward.

Frowning Lydia tipped her head to the side as she inspected the male, at least he was breathing, he had no room to complain. "I've been here the whole time and I was fine until you made an arse of yourself and wouldn't stop blubbering." A cold wind blew nearly causing her to stumble as her body shivered deeply to the core.

"It's called grieving. And its better than whatever the hell it is you're doing to yourself. 'Fine' isn't the way I'd describe you right now." Isaac's visual attention went back to the tombstone and already a hand went to cover over his face as though he could feel a migraine coming on, shoulders slumped like all of his energy and escaped through his feet and into a puddle around him. "Whatever-you want to be alone? 'Cuz I'm done here."

What would she like? She could start with getting both Allison and Aiden back but clearly that was impossible, even for a group of teenage supernaturals. "You don't know anything Isaac." Her tone was sharp, her tongue cutting at his name. "Did you feel their deaths? Feel the life slipping away from them when you could do nothing to change their fate. No you did not." Turning on her heel she began the climb up the hair towards the parking lot only slipping when she made it half way up and scrapping her knees bloody on the rocks.

Seemed like she was bitchier than usual. He had himself to blame for that, just like it was his fault that Scott and Chris were in pain.

He'd just turned to move off, his dress shoe kicking a rock off in a played direction when he heard the stumble, and he sighed, backing up a few paces, hands in his pockets before he turned fully around to face the fallen banshee. Apparently, clumsy was something to add to her usual bitch category.

Moving swiftly over, Isaac's hands touched her, one at her waist, the other, Lydia's hand, to help her up.

If this had been any other occasion Lydia would have shaken him and used some very strong words to show her discomfort at being touched by him, but it seemed his shared strength was the only thing keeping her up. "I don't need your help or pity." She says her eyes catching a glimpse of the dripping blood on her knees, it was just a scrape. "People die all the time."

"I never said I pitied you-I don't feel sorry for anyone. Not even myself." Because being sorry, and thinking someone /was a sorry case/ were two very different things. "I got a band aid in my wallet. Hold on." Already he was rummaging into his pocket to pull out the Captain America printed plaster, and getting down on bended knee, placed her hand on his shoulder so she could lean on him while he placed it over her cut.

Watching his careful moments the banshee almost smiled at the childish band aid before catching herself. "Considering you heal at unnatural speeds why do you carry these in your wallet?" She asks an eyebrow raised as a cool gust of wind blows causing her to squeeze his shoulder for leverage.

"Scott's mom gave 'em to me...she, uh, knows how much I like the superhero." Isaac says looking up at her. "I guess I kept 'em 'cuz...I dunno why." Because that was such a mom thing to do. Pick up little things she'd think her child would like. Make sure he always had something to patch himself up with even if he was a super fast healing Lycan. "Good thing though."

Nodding her head in understanding Lydia just stared blankly out behind Isaac into the cluster of trees, the sun setting behind them. "I should go, uh thanks for the band aid."

"You can barely walk without falling over." He says, finally stand, clearing her her by...well...definitely a shitload of inches. "Do you want me to drive you back?"

Lydia was a self centered bitch, but she wasn't stupid. "You drive me to my house and then leave, don't even bothering asking to come in." Because he had a point, if she tried to walk none the less drive, well it'd be a very dumb idea. "The keys are in my back pocket, grab em."

He rolled his eyes, not like he didn't know that already. Self centered was definitely an understatement. "Yeah I got it." Isaac's hand moved around her, to slide into one of the pockets of her shorts. Empty.

Second time was the charm in this case. The next pocket was the one in which he found her car keys, and wrapping an arm around her waist to help her along, moved her towards the car.

Lydia let him carry most of her weight as she leaned against him, her hand wrapped in the fabric of the back of his shirt. "It's that one over there." She signals already feeling winded from the small hill.

He knew. After all, he'd been inside that car with Allison.

Fuck. Allison. Shaking his head, Isaac unlocked the doors to the vehicle, opening up the passenger side door, the teenager helped her into the passenger side. He even did up her buckle for her.

She felt like a child with Isaacs large form lingering over her and making sure she'd be safe. "Thanks." She muttered before he slammed her door shut and made his way over to the drivers side.

Hopping in, Isaac did the same for his seatbelt, and inserting the key into the ignition, pulled out of the cemetery parking lot. "Which way am I going?"

"You don't know where I live?" She acts in surprise, hadn't he ever gone to one of her infamous birthday parties. "Turn left at the light, then head straight two miles then right."

"Should I?" He snorted, thumbs tapping the wheel before switching on the indicated. The click, click, click, of the light was beginning to irriate him. Isaac's watery blues were focused on the road, and he didn't dare look at Lydia.

Glancing out the window Lydia watched the street houses passing by silently. "Most people do, I have the best parties every year." She says in explanation before wrapping her fingers together in her lap. "I assume you've never come then."

"Nope. Parties mean dancing, and I don't dance." Isaac says. Also, he was never invited, but those were the breaks.

"Nowadays, I'd say privacy is your best bet. Move."

"I'm not going to move just cause I'm scared, my house is all I have left." The memories of her and Allison having sleepovers, or late night Aiden hook ups. It almost hurt to much just to think about.

"S'up to you." Isaac replied, after all, he wasn't the boss of her. He wouldn't let go of what he had left either. If he could find something to hang on to.

Pulling up into her drive way, Isaac twisted off the ignition, pulling out the keys and offered them to her.

"Want help getting out too? Or are you good?"

"Help." She decided knowing that the now stronger wind would surely cause her to tumble over, she needed to eat. "House key is on the chain if you could just get it ready." She explains before opening her door and pushing it back.

And oh, how ironic. It was going to fucking rain. Isaac could smell it in the hair, his usually hot skin raising at the slight drop in temperature. Sighing, Isaac sorted through her keys before hopping out of the car, and moving around to aide her in her dismount. "All right Princess, let's get you in there. Hopefully I can make it back home before the down pour."

Glancing up towards the sky Lydia held in a shiver as they made it up the front stone steps to her house, the entire building dark with the absence of her parents.

Go figure.

"If it starts to rain I might consider letting you sleep on the couch till the morning, I'm not as heartless as most think." It seemed Stiles had already stopped by and left after realizing she was no where to be found, she should probably call the poor guy.

"Thanks, but, I've been out in the rain before-didnt melt." Inserting the key into the lock, he opened up the door for her. Isaac couldn't help but silently wonder if that was her exhibiting kindness, or if she just didn't want to be alone.

What better way to find out than to ask?

"Do you want me to stay?"

"I don't care what you do, I was just offering, it's common courtesy." She says defensively walking over the threshold and freeing herself from his helpful hold. "If you'd like to stay your welcome, if not it doesn't affect me, but staying may involve popcorn and a movie since it's doubtful I'll sleep." So maybe the idea of spending a night not totally alone and staring at the wall seemed kind of nice.

She'd already filled Allison's voicemail with heart wrenching apologizes and pleas for her to come back, Aiden had turned his phone off a week ago.

"To be honest, the only thing I'd /like/ to do, is get into bed and not move. So if you don't need me, there's no reason to be here." And wasn't that the truth. At least they all made it a point to exchange cell numbers, if she wanted to call him over-which was doubtful, she could. Isaac guided her to her couch, seating her down and placing her keys on the side table backed up and away. "Anything else before I get out of here?"

Bringing her legs up to her chest so she could wrap her arms tightly around them Lydia only shook her head as she watched him back away slowly, almost like she was a scared animal he was worried would freak if he moved to quickly. "I'll be fine."

"Yeah, well you better be." Beacon Hills couldn't take anymore teenage deaths.

Isaac made his exit soon after-unfortunately, he did not beat the rain, and it did not draw to a stop.

The night drew on, the strawberry blonde never bothered to move from her spot. The soft sounds of rain echoed throughout the dark house as she stared at the light reflecting from the moon against the far wall.

She hadn't even realized she'd fallen asleep, but ever so slowly her eyes had closed and the darkness swept over her like a blanket. As always the feeling started in her stomach, tightening and coiling until her whole being was being shaken and the wails came out as a piercing sound. Green hues shining bright in the darkness as the wailing women let out a shriek for fallen friends, and painful memories.

"Yeah, yeah-Im calling him." It was Isaac's disgruntled voice, raspy from sleep and his sudden irritation. Whatever happened to not moving?

The phone on the other end of his cell rang twice before Stiles answered, pacing around Scott and his motor bike. "Isaac? It's fucking four in the morning-you better have a good reason for walking me up or I'm gonna turn your werewolf ass into a fur coat."

"I think you've used that one before. -If hearing Lydia's shriek is a good reason, meet us at her place, Scott and I are on our way there now. " And without another word, Isaac hit the end button, pulled on his helmet, and hopped onto the back of the bike as Scott pulled out of the driveway.

((AN: So basically this my and my friends Nia adaption of how we think Season Four should go ;)

It's full of Lysaac romance of course, new monsters, characters and same old same old.

Reviews of course are always welcome! And encouraged it helps keep us motivated to post along with if you give us ideas for what to do we will use them!

so tell us what you think!))