(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, I'm sorry that I haven't updated in a few days...I've been busy & I had writers block. It was only the last few paragraphs that I was stuck on...anyway, I know that this story has been drifting a little from the Scisaac part, but I promise it will be coming back...you just need to wait. Also, if you guys are interested in checking out more of my writing, I have an account on Miss Literati. My username is thecullenrock, and I have lots of stuff on there. So, if I don't update for a while on here, I'll be updating books on there...I'm falling WAY behind with my book on that website...soooooo enough said...here's the chapter. :) )

"Derek, I don't know what to tell you." The doctor says. "I've already told you what I think." He's talking in a rushed, but hushed, voice. "Face the facts Derek! It's been three weeks and his memory has clearly been deteriorating rapidly. I'd say that it's unlikely he'll ever regain any memories."

Derek stomps his foot, "Then what can we do to stop him from getting any worse?"

The doctor sighs, "Not much. We can put him on more medication and have him go to therapy sessions, on top of the memory games he does with me, but that's it. And there's no guarantee that any of that will help."

Derek presses his left hand to his temple, "There has to be something with a guarantee."

The doctor touches Derek's arm with a sad smile. "Life never has anything set in stone, but miracles happen everyday, so you might just get lucky." The doctor sighs. "I'd say that your best bet would be to take him home and try to make him feel like he's living somewhat normally; trigger memories, comfort him when he needs it and make him feel safe. I can give you a package of information that contains tips on how to take care of someone like Isaac and how to help him, and you, to cope."

"Okay," Derek sighs, "I'll try that."

The doctor smiles, "Okay. I'll be back soon with some papers for you to sign and then you're free to take him first thing tomorrow morning."

Derek and the doctor shake hands quickly before the doctor rushes off to look after more important business. Derek then joins Stiles, Allison and a very depressed looking Scott by Isaac's bed. "Did you hear that, buddy?" Derek says, pretending to be excited. "You can come home tomorrow."

Isaac furrows his eyebrows, "Home? Which one? I've moved so many times; you need to be clearer when you talk to me."

Derek grins, slightly amused with Isaac, "To my house. There's already a room for you and your stuff is already there."

Isaac grins. "You must have known that I'd be coming." He paused, "How long will I be staying for? My mom doesn't like it if I'm gone for too long . . ." He trails off when Derek starts to cry. "What? Did I do something wrong?"

Derek shakes his head and grabs Isaac's hand, "No, you're fine."

"Then why are you crying?"

Derek sighs, "Because I'm sad."

Allison snorts, "It's about time that the mighty Derek Hale finally admits that he has, and feels, emotions."

Stiles hits her shoulder, "Allison, shut up."

She grins, "Make me."

"Can you just stop talking?!" Scott yells. Everyone turns to look at Scott, who has tears streaming down his face and is shaking uncontrollably.

Isaac looks at the unfamiliar boy and feels a pain in his chest; he feels an overwhelming urge to comfort the boy. He grabs Scott's trembling hand. "What's wrong?"

Scott jumps up, yanking his hand from Isaac's grip. "What's wrong?!" he yells. "You of all people need to ask me that?"

"Scott, don't lash out at him." Derek growls. "He doesn't even remember who you are."

"That's the reason why I'm yelling at him Derek! I want my boyfriend to hug me and tell me that I'll be okay! Instead I'm sitting here watching him stare at us, completely oblivious as to what's going on! How's he supposed to make me feel better when he doesn't even know who I am?!" Scott pushes his chair so it falls to the ground and yanks the hospital curtain out of his way.

"Scott, I'm sure that deep down, Isaac probably feels the same way." Derek whispers. "He doesn't remember anything and it's killing him not knowing the whole story. Can you imagine how he feels right now, having you angry at him for something that he can't control?"

Scott growls and turns to face Derek. "Why do you want me to think about how he feels? What about how I feel? My mom's missing and everyone's acting like it didn't happen!"

Allison grabs Scott's arm, "Okay, yes we've been acting like nothing happened. That's because we don't know what to say to you about it; we don't want to make you upset."

Scott flinches out of her grip, "You guys are always talking about Isaac . . . do you think that that doesn't upset me?"

Allison looks at the floor, "At least there's hope for Isaac."

Scott stands there, shocked. "Are you saying that there's no hope for my mother? That she's as good as dead if she isn't already?"

"Scott," Derek says soothingly, "we'll continue looking for her tonight, after Isaac goes to bed."

Scott wipes tears from his eyes, "Answer my question." He demands.

Derek sighs, "Yes, okay, yes I think that you mother is dead! Is that what you want to hear? It's been three weeks Scott, she hasn't turned up yet, odds are she's gone, especially since she was in a coma when she went missing!"

Isaac grabs Scott's hand and pulls him close, "Don't worry. My mother is dead too."