A/N: Heyyy, so I'm out with another chapter. If there is any chance somebody is reading this, HIIIII AND THANKS FOR CLICKING/TAPPING THE LINK OMFG IM HAPPY NOW! Anyway, my random attack is over, so I an ~hopefully~ normal now. Well, normal-ish. Right, back to the story. I hope you guys enjoy!

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"Scott? Scott, talk to me. What happened?" Derek asked when they were back under the fence, and Scott stared expressionless out at the horizon. "Scott, please, what's wrong?" Isaac asked, on the brink of tears as he watched on in fear and concern. Stiles walked over, hesitating slightly before standing in front of Scott. He gripped the unresponsive teen's shoulders, shaking him a bit. "Scott, this is gonna hurt you a lot more than me..." Stiles said, raising his hand and forming a fist, bracing himself as his fist conected with Scott's jaw. Scott was sent into Derek's Camaro, and Stiles was flung back into the dirt on the side of the road, clutching his wrist and rolling around in pain. Scott groaned as he sat up, rubbing his jaw where a bruise was already healing. "What... What hapened?" He asked, confused, and the others stared at him in disbelief. "What happened? You tell us! The only thing we know is that you looked at your phone and started having some sort of mental break-down. I had to break my hand trying to snap you out of it." Stiless grumbled, rubbing his hand and wrist as he stood up. Scott frowned, and Isaac grabbed his hand. "Scott, pass me your phone." Isaac said softly, and Scott nodded, taking his phone out and restingit in Isaac's hand. Isaac turned he screen on, to see what Scott had. One text message, from the one person Isaac would gladly never speak of again, especially after she tried to kill him. Multiple times. With knives. "Isaac?" Derek asked sternly, frowning as his eyes turned faintly red. Stiles grabbed his hand, and calmed him down so he didn't end up snatching the phone and smashing the damn thing. Isaac's eyes skimmed over the text, and he soon understood why scott was upset. Allison said Kira had gone to the SkinWalkers, and she wasn't coming back. One thing Isaac glared at, was the ending sentence of the text. She said to tell you she's sorry, and that she still loves you, but she can't be here.I'm so sorry Scott. She still loves him. Still? When were they ever in love? Isaac tried not to let it get to him, but it definitely did. He put the thought in the back of his mind, and focused on now. He handed the phone to Derek so he could read it, and then he gave it to Stiles, who handed it back to Scott. Isaac grabbed Scott's hand, and pulled him into his arms, letting himself just hold Scott for once, instead of needing a reason other than loving him.

"I didn't love her." Scott breathed, and Isaac kissed him on the cheek. "I never did. That's why she left." He finished, and Isaac looked up at him. "This isn't your fault, okay? Listen to me Scott, this is not your fault." He said, and Scott shook his head, looking down at the dusty ground. Isaac pulled his chin up so they were looking each other in the eyes, and frowned a little, staring Scott down persuasively. "This is not your fault. Mrs. Yukimura said herself that Kira couldn't control the kitsune, even she made a deal with them, remember?" Isaac said, and Scott finally nodded. Isaac pulled Scott back into his embrace, wrapping his arms around Scott's neck and kissing the top of his head. "Come on, let's get out of here." Derek said, and the four of them got back into the Camaro.

"Thanks for tonight guys, it was really great." Isaac said as Derek dropped Stiles and Scott off at their house. "Hey, you payed for tea, thank yourself." Scott said, grinning. "Kind of makes you wanna get out of your bat-cave more often, hey Der?" Stiles teased, and when Derek flipped him off, stuck his tongue out, lauging as the black car sped off and left the to boys standing outside, laughing. "Stiles?" Scott asked, both of them walking in and flopping down on the couch. "Yeah man?" Stiles asked, taking his book off the coffee table and opening it to a marked page. "Do you think I did love Kira?" Scott wondered, and Stiles looked up at him, confused about why he was asking. "Well yeah,we all did to a degree. She was awesome." Stiles said, not fully understanding the point of the question. "NO, I mean... Did I love love her?" Scott clarified, and Stiles closed his book, throwing itback down on the coffe table. "Yeah. You did. But you loved ISaac more, that's why you're with him. You two are finally happy, nobody trying to get you in their pack, no homocidal lizard terrorizing town, no hunters trying to cut you in half with a greatsword. You're happy, you deserve to be happy, we all do, so just... Enjoy it while it lasts, because like it or not, sooner or later, something's going to happen, or go wrong. It always does. So don't beat yourself up over Kira, because it's not your fault." Stiles said, and Scott smiled. "Thanks bro, somehow your hyper rambling actually helped." Scott laughed, and Stiles rolled his eyes, smiling a little. "Seriously though, thanks." Scott said, starting to walk upstairs and to his room. Stiles followed, stopping outside his bedroom door and facing Scott before talking. "No problem man. What are best friends for anyway?" He said, and Scott smiled as Stiles shut his bedroom door, flopping on his bed and going to sleep. Scott soon did the same, stripping down to his jeans before climbing into bed, smiling out at the crescent moon before shutting his eyes.