Izzie really wasn't in any mood to be watching Scott and Stiles at practice. Ever since the party on Friday they had been acting really weird around her, and it was getting on her last nerve. She zoned out for the most part until she heard the coach saying something about how Scott was going to do something again.
Izzie looked at Scott as he started running and noticed that something was a little off with him. She jumped up from her seat when he rammed into Jackson causing him to fly to the ground. When she looked up from Jackson, she saw Scott and Stiles running towards the locker room. Though she knew it probably wouldn't do any good, she grabbed her stuff and climbed down the bleachers.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," she heard a familiar voice from behind her.
"And why is that Derek?" Izzie asked turning around, "Why are you even here?"
"Just keeping an eye on things. Did Scott say anything to you when he got home?"
"He just said that he wasn't feeling really well, and that's why he left the party," Izzie said leaning against the side of the bleachers.
"He didn't say anything else?" Derek asked. He was somewhat surprised that Scott didn't tell Izzie about what happened, since he was pretty sure she knew that he got bit.
"No. He and Stiles haven't really talked to me since the party. Why do you want to know?" Izzie asked curiously.
"Just curious as to why somebody would leave their date and their sister stranded at a party is all."
"Yeah, I'm sure," Izzie said not believing what he said, "What exactly is it that you're keeping an eye on anyway?"
"Believe me you really don't want to know."
"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know," Izzie said crossing her arms. It seemed to be the thing she did when she was frustrated or on the verge of some serious attitude.
"It's not my secret to tell."
"Oh goody, a secret. Aren't those just the funnest things around?" Izzie said sarcastically.
"How about I take you home? It looks like Scott and Stiles might be gone for a while.''
"Is this going to become a regular occurrence?" Izzie asked, pushing off from the bleachers and beginning to walk beside Derek.
"It all depends on your brother."
"What does he have to do with anything?"
"As long as he keeps acting the way he is, I'm going to have to be around to make sure he doesn't screw anything up," Derek said opening the door for Izzie to get in.
"You know what happened to him at the party," Izzie said when Derek got into the driver's seat, and sped out of the parking lot. She wasn't surprised when he didn't give her an answer, but it was still frustrating just the same.
"I swear to god if somebody doesn't tell me what's going on my head is going to explode," Izzie whined.
"Make sure I'm not around when that happens, I don't need Scott to blame that on me too."
"Tell me what's going then you won't have to worry about it."
"I already told you that you don't want to know."
"And I already told you that I wouldn't have asked if I didn't," Izzie said, letting the frustration show in her voice.
"If you really want to know, you're going to have to talk to Scott."
"Yeah, because that's worked so well over the past few days."
The rest of the car ride was spent in silence, Izzie seething with anger and frustration, Derek driving trying to hide his amusement.
He still remembers Izzie from when she was young and unsure of herself. Now here she is with attitude and understanding that something isn't completely right. It was a complete change from how she used to be. Just like he's completely different from how he used to be. If it were any other person, Derek wouldn't have cared, but it's different with this girl. There was something about Izzie that Laura just adored, which is why she forced him to drive up to take her home those years ago.
Derek couldn't help but feel that he owes it to Laura to make sure that Izzie stays safe, and if that means keeping her away from Scott when he's wolfing out, then it's what he's going to do. Because Laura would have wanted it that way, not that he would ever say anything about it to anyone.
"Thanks for the ride. Again," Izzie said when the car came to a stop in front of her house.
"I don't mind, but tell Scott we're going to have some issues if I have to keep taking you home because he doesn't know how to keep control of certain things," Izzie looked at him in bewilderment, but nodded her head anyway. She walked into her house and got started on the homework she knew she wasn't going to finish. When Scott came home, she was going to ask him what was going on, but she stopped when she heard voices in his room. She sighed, and walked back to her room, secretly glad that she was able to avoid a conversation that she knew would just be filled with disappointment.
Over the course of the next few days, Izzie found it easier to be the one doing the avoiding. If Scott didn't want to talk to her than she didn't want to talk to him. She took the time to actually engage a little bit more with Lydia, which resulted in spending time with Allison. Izzie came to find that they were actually both really fun to hang out with.
"So Izzie, do you have any embarrassing stories about Scott that you can share with us?" Lydia asked, plopping down on Allison's bed after school.
"Of course I do, Allison do you mind?" Izzie asked.
"Absolutely not. I'd love to hear a story about him."
"Okay, so there was this one summer when we were about twelve, and Scott wanted some extra money for some video game. One of our neighbors said they would give him the money for it if he cleaned out their garage, but it was so bad that Scott ended up asking me for help because he couldn't do it by himself."
"I fail to really see the embarrassment in this story," Lydia said picking at the nail polish that was on her fingers.
"I haven't gotten to the end of the story yet. So I was helping him, and out of nowhere a mouse goes running across the floor. Before I could tell Scott about it, I heard this high pitch, blood curdling scream. I turned around and saw Scott standing on a chair, yelling at me to get the mouse out of the garage."
"That did not happen," Allison said trying to hold back a laugh.
"Oh but it did. He ended up giving me over half of the money just so I wouldn't tell anybody."
"That worked out real well I see," Allison said smiling at me.
"He was a jerk of a brother when we were younger, he deserves it," Izzie laughed.
"But you guys are close now right?" Allison asked.
"I wouldn't think so," Lydia started, "if you look close enough, it's pretty much just Izzie following Scott and that other boy around and getting them out of trouble."
"We're a lot closer than we appear to be," Izzie said, more so directing the answer at Lydia than Allison.
"I noticed you haven't really talked to them this week," Lydia said.
"That's because I've been hanging around you two. I know everything I care to know about Scott and Stiles, but there's still a lot for me to get to know about you guys."
"So you guys weren't friends before?" Allison asked.
"No. I didn't even know who she was until I saw her next to you locker," Lydia said honestly, to which Izzie shrugged.
"Doesn't surprise me," she said nonchalantly.
And that was how a friendship with Lydia and Allison became a part of Izzie's life.
But she was kind of starting to miss hanging around Scott and Stiles, and Izzie decided that the only way she's going to get answers is if she went to Scott to get them. She walked over to Scott's room only to hear him talking with Stiles.
"There's something buried there, I could smell blood," Scott said.
"That's awesome, I mean, no that's terrible. Who's blood?" Stiles asked.
"I don't know, but when we do, your dad can nail Derek for the murder. Then you need to help me play in that game without changing."
Izzie leaned up against the wall. She didn't understand any of what they were talking about. Smelling blood? Changing? Nailing Derek for murder? None of this seemed right to Izzie. She went back to her room before Scott and Stiles realized she was there, and when they left she was just as confused as ever. The next day was even more confusing when Scott and Stiles wanted Izzie to see something.
"Where are we going?" Izzie asked from the back of Stiles' jeep.
"I'm going to show you why I wanted you to stay away from Derek," Scott said.
"Not this again. I don't see what the big deal is. Besides I wouldn't have to keep seeing him if you guys would stop disappearing. If he has to give me a ride home one more time, I'm sure he's not going to be too happy about it."
"Wait, you've seen him since the party?" Scott asked, slight anger laced on his voice.
"Yeah, at the practice that you messed up Jackson's arm. He took me home since you and Stiles had something better to do."
"You should have just waited for us. Derek is dangerous Izzie, like seriously dangerous," Stiles said looking at her through the rearview mirror.
"And I don't buy that for a second. Why are there cop cars everywhere?" Izzie asked, "What did you guys do?" she asked when she realized they were at Derek's house.
"We didn't do anything. Derek was the one that killed that girl, the body was buried here."
The three teens got out of the jeep, and Izzie watched as Derek walked by handcuffed.
"No, that's not right," Izzie said watching in horror.
"But it is. I wouldn't have told you to stay away if there wasn't something wrong," Scott said softly, wanting Izzie to understand.
"Something is wrong. He didn't do it," Izzie said quickly. Izzie could see Derek turn his head to look out the window, almost as if he could hear what they were saying.
"The body was buried in his yard, Izzie."
"I don't care," she said slightly raising her voice, "it wasn't him. I don't care what you say, Derek didn't kill anybody."
"Izzie you don't know him," Scott said, not understanding why Izzie was defending him.
"I know him a hell of a lot better than you do, and I'm telling you it wasn't him," she said trying to hide the uncertainty in her voice, "What the hell is he doing?" Izzie said when she saw Stiles get into the car to talk to Derek.
Izzie got into the back of the jeep, just waiting for Stiles to get back so they can leave. When Stiles and Scott got in the car, they started asking her all these questions that started to give her a headache.
"Izzie didn't you used to read a lot about wolfbane?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, when I had to do a report on it in science. Do you know how hard it was to find a website that didn't relate it to werewolves?"
"Did you read anything that did relate it to werewolves?" Stiles asked.
"A little after I had finished the report. Why?"
"Do you know if wolfsbane was ever used for burial?" Stiles asked.
"I don't think so. I mean, if a werewolf was getting buried, wolfsbane might have been put around it to preserve the person's wolf half, but that would be the only thing I could think of as far as burial. Why are you asking about this?"
"Dude I think we should just tell her," Stiles said.
"No!" Scott shouted.
"You're going to have to accept this sooner or later. We might as well tell her that way she can help us out."
"Tell me what?" Izzie said, annoyed that they were talking as if she wasn't there.
"I can't," Scott shouted.
"Well you're going to have to-"
"No, I can't breathe," Scott yelled hitting his hand on the roof of the jeep.
"Scott are you okay?" Izzie worriedly asked.
"No," he said going through Stiles' backpack, "you kept it!" he yelled pulling out a rope that was covered with purple flowers.
"What was I supposed to do with it?" Stiles yelled.
"Is that-" Izzie started to say, thinking about if she was really seeing wolfsbane.
"Stop the car!" Scott shouted, well more like growled.
Izzie froze in her seat when she saw Scott's eyes change a different color, and Stiles through the backpack out of the jeep. She was still frozen when Scott ran out, and Stiles came back, not noticing what had happened. When Izzie registered what happened, she climbed into the front seat but didn't say anything. Even as Stiles called dispatch to see if anybody had called seeing a dog like figure. When the lady hung up, he threw the phone, and sighed when he saw Izzie starting out the window.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Izzie replied with a voice that almost didn't sound like her own.
"Izzie, it's not as bad as it looks-"
"I know," Izzie replied, "he was just having an asthma attack. He'll be fine," Stiles stared at the girl sitting next to him.
He knows she saw his eyes turn, and by the way she's acting, he knows that she knows what's going on. Stiles wasn't sure if Izzie was in shock or if she was trying to convince herself that what she saw didn't really happen.
"Izzie-"
"I'm fine Stiles. It's not like I've never seen an asthma attack before," the way Izzie's voice was sounding was beginning to freak Stiles out. There was no emotion in the way she was talking. It was almost as if the person sitting next to him was simply just a shell.
"I know you want to find Scott, but can you take me home? I'm really tired. I think it would be best if I got some sleep before the game," Izzie said leaning her head against the window.
"Yeah, maybe sleep is a good idea for you," Stiles muttered, hoping that she would be back to normal by the time the game started. Scott would not be okay if he saw the way Izzie was acting right now.
Then again, if they would have just told her in the first place, this whole situation could have been avoided. Yeah, that sounds about right. Stiles sighed again, not too sure how Izzie was going to handle it when she actually found out everything else that has been going on.
AN: I want to thank daryldixonlover18 for my first review, and the new followers this story has. I'm glad there are some people who are actually enjoying this story. Let me know what you thought of the chapter :)