I've been asked if either Allison or Isaac were to die in the show, would I continue to write this, and the answer is yes! I'm hoping that neither of them is going to die, but anything could happen knowing how crazy this season has been so far!

This is a short one, I know. But I'm trying to get another one up! Thanks for taking the time to read and review! J

I don't own Teen Wolf!

Isaac covered his ears, upon hearing the scream. After taking a second to realize it was Lydia he stood and as he tried to move to the stairs, he remembered the chains that kept him in the basement. He pulled at the chains with a low growl. The girls were in trouble, and he needed to get to them. To her.

He didn't know the time, but from the way his wolf was moving beneath his skin, he could tell the change was barely minutes away. He had to save them. He pulled at the chains again, feeling the change begin as everything spiked in the familiar way it did when the full moon came and he let his wolf run free. But this time it was different. Allison was in trouble and she needed him. Your wolf is part of you. He could hear her words in his mind, and the solemnity of her voice when she told him.

Count down from five. She had told him this morning.

Five. Brown hair, eyes the color of chocolate. Fair skin. He pictured her as he pulled at the chains again, his vision changing as gold replaced brilliant green.

Four. Her smile, her laugh, her dimples, and the way she smelled. Her fingers laced through his as she made him feel as he belonged next to her.

Three. The chain was breaking slowly as his nails grew longer and sharper as his teeth did. He could picture the way she looked when she was sleeping, angry, happy, or sad. The way her smile seemed to be just for him.

Two. The chains broke, and Isaac rushed up the stairs to find a locked door. Of course Derek would be prepared, but not in case he needed out. Every minute it felt like he was going to be too late. His fist hit the door again and again as he growled Derek's name.

One. Her voice.

Be careful.

I have faith in you and me.

Think of yourself as my anchor.

I love you.

The door gave and he was out of the basement. He yelled for Derek once and then he was gone, running through the night towards where Lydia's scream came from, Allison's words replaying in his mind as he ran. Iloveyou. Iloveyou. Iloveyou. Iloveyou. Ilovey—

Lydia knew it was stupid as soon as she did it, but she launched herself at Allison, managing to knock the knife away and wrestling her to the floor. Lydia's voice was raw from the scream, and she hadn't meant to do it, but if it got them help, it was well worth it.

"Allison, please!" Lydia's voice was hoarse, and the words were faint. She doubted Allison could hear her if she wasn't gone. She managed to roll away from Allison and tried crawling away from her only for Allison's cold hands to wrap around her legs and pull her back. Lydia was crying now, and begging for Allison to come back when the window in the hall crashed in and someone rolled into the hall.

Lydia watched as the glass rained down around them and the figure stood up and tackled Allison knocking her down. Lydia sat up, and watched as they struggled then Allison slipped and pulled the person down the stairs with her, tumbling and fighting as they went. Brushing the glass off herself, she stood and ran down the stairs.

"Allison." Lydia stopped as she recognized the voice. It was Isaac. Isaac Lahey was in her house on a full moon.

"S-she can't hear you." Lydia called. "She doesn't respond to voices."

"She hears me." Isaac said as Allison circled him. "How long has she been like this?"

"Ten minutes? Maybe more?" Lydia stared at them. "We can't hurt her."

"No," Isaac agreed, and then asked. "Are you okay?" Isaac's eyes were on Allison as he moved across the room quickly. Lydia didn't get a chance to answer, because he was already calling out to Allison again. She somehow got the knife in her hand and swung it at him, but he caught her hand and twisted it behind her back, mumbling into Allison's ear.

Lydia saw Allison's body slump and then heard the knife hit the floor. Then nothing. Isaac picked Allison's limp body up into his arms. "Is she okay?" Lydia trembled as she neared Isaac, her eyes on them both as Isaac's wolf features and receded, and he was just Isaac the boy again.

"I-I had to knock her out to protect you both." Isaac looked down at Allison cradled in his arms. "We need to get her to Deaton."

Lydia nodded, and grabbed her keys. "We're going to need to fix this mess before my parents come home from their vacation."

"We are going to fix this." Isaac said, as she glanced up at him. His face was impossible to read and Lydia pressed her lips together. She knew he was speaking about more than the house being a mess.

"I hope." Lydia mumbled as they hurried out into the night. After what she saw tonight, what if next time Isaac didn't hear her scream? What if Allison is stuck in the nightmare?

Allison blinked slowly and felt a throbbing in her head. "Lydia?" she mumbled, as she tried to sit up, but a hand stopped her.

"Don't sit up yet." The voice was soft and she nodded, her head hurt more when she tried to sit up.

"Lydia?" She tried again.

"She's fine." She recognized the voice the second time it spoke.

"Deaton?"

A pause, and then, "Yes. You were brought to me last night. Allison, what is the last thing you remember?"

"I was talking to Lydia, then the house was empty and everyone was gone. I wandered around the house, but I couldn't leave. T-then I saw Kate and she was- she was torturing my friends and I couldn't stop her. I couldn't help them."

Allison realizes her hands are shaking, and she balls her hands into fists to stop them.

"I see."

"What did I do? Where's Lydia?" Allison asks, and tries to sit up again. This time he lets her, and she looks around the room in the back of the vet's office. The last time she was here, she had sacrificed herself to save her father. She shivers at the memory.

"Lydia's fine, you didn't harm her. She's just outside waiting for you." Deaton's voice is soft, and she gently touches the spot on her head.

"How did I get here?"

"Isaac had to…restrain you, and he brought you here with Lydia." He crosses to room to the shelves and he's putting something together when the door opens, and Isaac hesitates before entering. "Allison, I'm going to give you something that should help you with your darkness. It's not going to cure it, but it will lessen the effects until we can figure out what to do next."

She nods, looking at Isaac as he crosses the room and stands next to her, running his fingers down her face, she leans closer to him, and he wraps both arms around her in a hug. "You're okay." He whispers, and presses a kiss to her forehead.

"For now." She says.

Deaton's beside them and he hands a bag to Isaac. "Make sure she gets this once a day. It should help, but if it doesn't come see me immediately."

He nods and she looks back and forth between them. She knows she didn't get the full story, but she isn't complaining. Isaac helps her stand, and she smiles at Deaton. "Thank you."

He nods, and they leave meeting Lydia in the parking lot. She hugs Allison and she doesn't let go for a few moments. "You scared the hell out of me Allison Argent."

"Me too." Allison tells her. "I just want to go home now." Isaac grins a little, and Allison gives him a confused look. "What?"

"Nothing," he says as he helps her into the car, sitting in the seat behind her. "Your father was released today is all, and now I'm thinking I'm going to need to move again."

"You can't!" Allison turns in her seat as Lydia pulls out of the parking lot. "I'm stuck with you, and if you leave, so do I."

"I'm not worth a terrible relationship with your father, Allison." Isaac tells her. "We can figure it out."

"You both are like Romeo and Juliet. Only with more problems." Lydia muses as she drives, glancing at them both for a second. Their gaping expressions make her laugh. "What?"

"I'd rather my relationship not be compared to a car crash of a family feud." Allison says.

"But it's romantic." Isaac tells her. "A forbidden love-story."

"Relationship?" Lydia's gaping at them now, and Allison grins.

"Relationship." Allison confirms.

"Well it's about damn time." Lydia grins. "I was worried you both might suffocate someone with all that built up sexual tension. My suggestion is to just go for it. Get rid of that tension."

Allison groans and hides her hands in her face, but she can't help but glance back at Isaac, and she blushes at his smirk.

"Oh?" He says. "Is that what Doctor Lydia orders?"

"Yes."

"Lydia!" Allison says sharply as she scoots down in her seat, but she's thankful that they're pulling into the parking lot. "We'll see you tomorrow. Good night."

"Oh I bet you'll have a good one." Lydia's laughing as Allison slams the car door and pulls Isaac into the building.

"I can not believe her." Allison grumbles.

"I think it's hilarious." Isaac says as they walk into the building and head for the elevator. "'Killed by sexual tension.' What a way to die."

"Ignore her." Allison says as she presses the call button repeatedly. "I can not believe you both."

"Don't you want to get rid of the tension before we kill someone?" Isaac pulls on her hand as the elevator doors open. They're the only two in the elevator and he grins, pushing her against one of the walls as the doors slide shut.

He presses his hands against the wall on either side of her head and leans in kissing her before she can reply. His lips drift lightly across her skin to beneath her ear, as if they're following a trail. Her hands reach out and they're sliding up his back, pulling him closer to her, as she tilts her head up, feeling his lips move across her chest and up the other side of her neck.

"Isaac…" she mumbles, but the thought is lost as the elevator reaches their floor and the sudden ding shocks her, and she pushes him away. She feels like someone's poured cold water down her back, and she blinks, biting her lip.

He laughs and gently pushes her out of the elevator, his hand on the small of her back. Another look at her shocked face, his smile disappears. "I'm sorry," he says quickly. "I didn't mean to push you, I just-"

"It's fine." Allison gives him a small smile and pushes the hair out of her eyes. "You actually made me feel a lot better about what happened."

He smiles and unlocks the door, holding it open for her. "In you go, my lady."

She laughs, and as she walks into the apartment, she grins. "Dad!"

Nearly knocking him over she hugs him tightly. He finds his balance on the chair at the table again, and wraps his arms around her. "Hi." He says quietly, as Isaac slips away into her room to give them time to speak. He places the bag from Deaton on the table beside the bed.