Trigger Warning for this chapter: Flashback scene of abuse, Isaac's repressed memories are recovered. Due to a head injury he suffered right before he was adopted and because of his young age, the memories were never recovered. Derek, Cora, and Peter knew of the trauma it could cause and didn't want them recovered. Peter was the only one (aside from Chris) who knew the actual story.

Why Are You My Clarity?
Chapter Ten: Recovered Memories

"I told you to stay still," the man growled at Isaac and punched him in the stomach.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Scott yelled as they were drug into a warehouse.

"Don't hurt him!" a girl yelled.

"I think he'll be the best to break," a man walked out. He was older than most of them with glasses.

Isaac stared at him, "Who are you?" he choked out and another man hit him.

"Shut the fuck up," the other growled, "You don't get to talk."

Scott was growling and thrashing against the three hunters holding him down, "LET HIM GO!"

A man chained Isaac's hands to the ceiling and punched him again.

The door opened to the warehouse and another man appeared.

"We have the fox outside, but he's putting up a fight," he reported, "They're on their way with the human."

"Well get him in here," he snapped at him.

"What?" Scott demanded, "Who did you take?!" he yelled, "Why do you want my pack?!"

"Well we want the Hales to finish my friend's job," the man said, "And we want your pack for some fun."

Scott growled as they brought Danny (who was now unconscious) in, "What did you do to him?!" he screamed.

"We just gave him something to shut him up," he rolled his eyes, "Calm down."

"Don't hurt them," Scott growled, struggling against the chains they tied him up to.

"Scott, I'm okay," Isaac said hoarsely, "Calm down."

"You're hurt," Scott growled, his eyes red, "They hurt you. Isaac, your head is bleeding."

"I'm okay, Scott, it doesn't even hurt that bad," Isaac whispered, "It's already healing."

"Shut up," the guy growled and hit him again.

Isaac started struggling.

"Oh, poor Isaac," the man smirked, "You don't remember me?"

"Wh-What?" Isaac looked confused.

"That's not very nice, Isaac," he man growled, "You don't even remember your own father."

Kira knocked on the door rapidly, "Please, open up!" she yelled, Aiden and Ethan running up behind her.

Danny's father opened the door, "What the hell is going on?! It's late!"

"Uncle Daniel," Kira said, breathing heavily, "I know we're not the people you want to see right now, but Danny's been taken."

"Taken? By who?" Danny's mother asked, walking over quickly.

"Hunters," Kira said, "The group we told you about. They took Stiles, Scott, and Isaac too! You have to help us! Please, he's your son."

Ethan stared at Danny's parents, waiting for an answer.

"Do you have any idea where they might be?" Melissa whispered.

"No," Lydia said, "But the sheriff is tracking Stiles's phone right now."

She nodded, going silent.

Jackson took a deep breath and tried not to sound insensitive, "He's going...to be okay. He has to be."

She took a deep breath, "Is there anything we can do to help?"

Lydia shook her head, "No, not right now. But as soon as we know, you'll know."

"Hey, watch it!" Stiles yelled as they drug him into the warehouse. He had a black eye and a few forming bruises on his face and neck.

"Stiles!" Scott yelled from where he was chained up, pulling against the chains more but didn't get free.

"So I'm guessing that's the emissary," the man, Isaac's father, said, "That's the alpha, that's the fox, and I'm guessing my son is the mate," he smirked, "What a role you've taken on."

"You aren't my father," Isaac growled.

"Really?" he asked, "Well, you know you're adopted," he smirked, "How do you know I'm not?"

"Because...I don't remember," Isaac swallowed, trying to get his arms free and only got one of the hunters punching him in the face while Scott growled loudly.

"You don't remember anyone as your father, do you, Isaac?" he asked.

"I-I remember my father...the one who adopted me," Isaac swallowed, staring at Scott.

"Focus on me," the man growled, grabbing his chin and making him look him in the eyes, "What do you remember before you were found in the woods?"

"I-I don't remember anything!" Isaac stuttered.

"Ridiculous," he growled, "You're a disgrace, as always. But I have someone here who is going to help you remember."

A man walked in, wearing a hood so none of them could see his face, "I'm going to need him on the ground for this, I can't have him squirming around...unless you want him paralyzed."

The leader nodded to two of the men and they unlocked the chains Isaac was stuck in and let him fall to the ground.

"What's going on?" Stiles whispered to Scott once the men had chained their hands together around the pillar.

"The guy says he's Isaac's father," Scott whispered.

"Do you believe that?" Stiles asked.

Scott shook his head, "No clue, I've never heard much about him."

"Derek hasn't told me much, just that Isaac doesn't member anything before he was adopted," Stiles whispered, "Apparently when they found him, his head was bashed in, but he was alive."

"Shit, with what?" Scott whispered.

"A baseball bat," Stiles said, keeping his voice down, "The Argents thought that someone else had wounded him and then a wolf found him and left him there. Apparently it was a nice wolf because the wolf who found him had saved his life. Without the bite, he would have died."

"Hey!" a hunter yelled and walked over, grabbing Stiles by the front of his shirt and jerking him around, "Stop talking."

Scott started growling and his eyes turned red.

The man smirked and dropped Stiles and slapped Scott across his face, "Down, boy."

Scott's growling got louder as the man walked away.

"Is Danny okay?" Stiles whispered as soon as he was sure they were over with the group of men around Isaac. He looked across the room at their unconscious friend.

"They said they drugged him, but that's it," Scott swallowed, "That's what they said they did, at least."

"And the girl beside him?" Stiles asked, looking at the girl who was now unconscious as well. The men had put a needle in her arm after she wouldn't quiet down and kept trying to get away.

"Cora Hale," Scott said, "Isaac's sister."

"What are you doing?!" Isaac yelled suddenly, getting their attention again, they saw three men holding Isaac down and the man in the hood had his claws out.

"A werewolf," Scott growled, "They have a werewolf on their side?" he demanded.

Isaac cried out when the man put his claws in the back of his neck and closed his eyes tightly as the memories started to come back.

"We have help!" Aiden yelled as they ran into the house, "We have Kira and Danny's parents!"

"What do you have so far?" Danny's father demanded.

"We're looking for their hide out," Jackson said, "And the sheriff is tracking Stiles's cell phone down at the station."

"That's it?!" he demanded.

Derek walked in, slamming the door, "Alright, everyone shut up," he growled at them all, "Your alphas gone, I'm in charge now."

The twins started to growl at him and Derek growled back, his eyes red. Their wolves quickly backed down and they ducked their heads.

"Stiles is my mate and he is your emissary," Derek growled, "We're getting them back. All of them," he put a paper on the table as the Argents came in, "Stilinski tracked Stiles's cell phone to this location. But we can't go charging in there. We have no idea what they're capable and they could kill one of them if they feel threatened."

"We're going to need a plan," Chris said.

"I think Derek and I can take care of this, Argent," Peter said, walking in, "My nephew's life is on the line, I don't want you screwing it up."

"Peter, let's talk outside," Chris snapped, "Allison, you take over planning with Derek," he told her before walking outside.

Peter growled and followed him to the porch on the back porch of the McCall's house, "What do you want?" he snapped.

"I swore to you the day I found out about my father being a hunter that I would protect your family," Chris said, "You laughed at the time but I meant it."

Peter laughed bitterly, "Then you let your sister burn my family alive!" he yelled.

"I didn't know, Peter!" Chris yelled at him, "I. Didn't. Know! Why won't you believe me?!" he demanded, "I was out with you when it happened. I had just dropped you off and it happened right after that."

"Yeah, and if I hadn't been out with you, I could have found out what they were planning!" Peter yelled, "That's why I'm so worried Isaac will make the same mistakes I did. I got too close to you too fast when I found out you were my mate, Chris. And I could have prevented everything from happening."

"It's not your fault," Chris said, getting closer to him, "What happened was never your fault. It was Kate's...that was it."

Peter shook his head.

"I should have been there when you woke up," Chris whispered, "But my father took us away so fast after that...you didn't wake up for two years, Peter."

Peter took a deep breath, "And you think I don't know that, Chris? The day I woke up, I found out almost my entire family was dead. That my nephews and niece were the only ones left. I needed you."

"And I'm sorry...I tried, Peter, I swear I did," Chris said, "We were in another country. I needed to come back, I knew you needed me. But then everything with Victoria-"

Peter started growling.

"They manipulated me. It was arranged, she knew it and I didn't. I wanted you, Peter. I never loved her like I love you," Chris whispered, "And I'm going to do whatever it takes to get your niece and nephew back safe."

"You said love," Peter said, "Not past tense."

"Not past tense," Chris confirmed before kissing him. He didn't move until Peter made the move to kiss back. He wanted to be sure.

Peter kissed back instantly, running his hands through Chris's hair.

"Peter, we're-" Derek said when he walked outside and froze.

They pulled away, breathing heavily.

Peter looked at Derek, "Let's go find our family," he said before walking back inside.

Derek growled as Chris walked in the house also, "Let's have no more mistakes, Argent."

"There won't be," Chris said and walked inside.

"Isaac?" Scott whispered, "Isaac?!"

"What's happening?" Danny asked from across the room, waking up more and more.

Isaac was lying on the ground, his hands on his head and he was growling.

"I think you might remember me now," his father smirked, "You remember, don't you, Isaac?"

"You worthless piece of shit," his father yelled, delivering hit after hit to his small body.

"No, daddy, stop," he whimpered.

"You're the reason they died!" he yelled, "It was all you. Don't call me daddy, you aren't my son," he said, throwing him into the wall and grabbed him by his hair, "Get up!" he yelled at him, "You're going in the basement."

"No, please, no," he screamed as he father drug him down the stairs and shoved him into the freezer.

After what felt like hours, the door was finally opened. But it wasn't his father, like he was expecting. It was a man he didn't know at the time, but now he knew him.

It was his Uncle Peter.

"Wh-Who are you?" his small voice squeaked.

"I'm going to help you," he said. He was different than he remembered. He was a teenager. "I shouldn't be doing this, but I smelled fear and pain. You can't tell anyone you know who I am," he said, picking him up, walking upstairs out of the basement.

Isaac looked at him with wide eyes when he saw his father asleep on the floor. Well, at the time he thought he was asleep, but now he knew he was obviously unconscious.

"Don't worry about him, I called the police, he's never going to hurt you again," Peter said, walking out into the woods.

"It's scary out here," he whispered.

"I know," Peter said, "But it's going to be okay now. You won't ever be hurt again."

Isaac hid his face when Peter approached another teen with blonde hair and blue eyes. He had a gun in his belt, which Isaac eyed nervously and hid his face in Peter's shirt, feeling safe for the first time since his brother left them. Isaac never did like guns, his father always had one on the wall. And even at his young age, he always thought one day his father might use it on him. He felt safe with the teen that was holding him. Then again, he would feel safe with anyone except his father at this age.

"So this is him?" the other asked, "This is what you smelled?"

"Yes," Peter said, "Chris, we have to help him, we-"

"Who the hell are you?!" a man yelled.

Isaac yelped when he heard his father's voice and saw him walk out with a baseball bat, one Isaac saw only when his father thought there was intruders outside. Which, now that he thought about it, there kind of was.

"You're hurting your own son!" Peter put him down, "Stay right here with Chris, okay? He's not going to hurt you," he growled at Mr. Lahey, "What the hell would possess you to do this?"

"I've had just about enough of you," he raised the bat to swing.

"No," Isaac squeaked out and ran over, hugging Peter's leg, "He's going to help me, don't hurt him," he whimpered and his father swung the bat, but not at Peter. He hit Isaac in the head with the metal baseball bat and took off running.

"Shit," Chris ran over, "What do we do?"

"Kid," Peter said, "Wake up. Kid, wake up, please," he begged.

Isaac could hear him but it was so hard to open his eyes, he was in so much pain. He felt like he couldn't move, couldn't breathe.

"Peter, he's not..." Chris swallowed, "He's too young, a hit like this..."

"I'm changing him," Peter blurted out.

"PETER!" Chris said, "You just became an alpha, you can't-"

"You want me to let an innocent child die?" Peter demanded.

Chris swallowed and took a deep breath, "Do it fast."

Isaac's vision went black.

The memory switched and the vision was blurry at first, but he heard voices and he was lying on the ground now. He couldn't move or hardly see Chris or Peter talking.

"I can't get caught doing this, Chris...I just became an alpha, they won't let me take a child in without losing trust in me," Peter said quickly, "I need you to call your family out, say you want to go on patrol. Find him, okay? Then bring him to us since he's been bitten, just suggest it."

"Peter...this is starting to get out of hand," Chris whispered.

"After this, it will all be over," Peter said, putting his hands on his shoulders, "I'm sorry about all of this...I couldn't...I felt horrible, I could feel the kid's pain."

"Do you even know his name?" Chris whispered.

"Isaac," Peter said, "It's Isaac Lahey."

Chris nodded, "And the police are on their way to the house?"

"Yeah, I know what they'll find if his father hasn't been back to the house," Peter said, "But I'll make sure we get a lawyer right on it, we'll take care of him. Please, we can't screw this up. If we slip up just a little bit, your father will find out we know each other and he'll never let me see you again."

Chris swallowed and nodded, "I'll see you in a while, I'll take care of him, I promise."

Peter nodded, "I know this is confusing...and I'm sorry," he kissed him deeply before he took off running.

"Okay, buddy," Chris said once he was gone and picked him up, "Hey, look at that," he smiled, "You're coming around, aren't you?"

Isaac made a small noise and put his head on his shoulder.

"Looks like you're all healed up," he said, checking his head and nothing was there except dried up blood, "It's completely gone," he took a deep breath, taking out his phone, "Peter is going to give you a good life. The Hales are good people, I promise."

Isaac didn't understand what he was saying at that age. He was just three years-old, turning four in two weeks, when everything happened. He just curled closer to Chris as he heard him have a quick conversation with someone then he hung up.

"Get some rest, buddy," Chris said, "It's all going to be okay now."

Memories continued to flash. Meeting the Hales, learning from Talia, paperwork, court cases, his father being taken away in handcuffs, curling up to Derek in the middle of the night when he got a nightmare he didn't understand, a check up with the man named Deaton, talk of repressed memories. It was all enough to make him back up from the man in front of him with his eyes bright gold, growling at him.

"Stay away from me," Isaac growled, "Don't touch me."

His father grabbed him by his hair, just like in the memory, "Shut up when I'm talking to you," he put the gun to his head, "This time I'll finish the job."

Suddenly, Cora was up and hit the man over the head with a pipe, "Karmas a bitch," she growled and then helped Isaac up, "Are you okay?"

Isaac fell back down, a dazed look on his face. It was too much, his mind was in overload.

"Get me free!" Scott was yelling, "Isaac, what's the matter? Isaac?!"

Danny was suddenly out of the chains as well. Cora had managed to get out because of the hunter's own stupidity. The ones who chained them up were obviously inexperienced ones or they just did it with shaky hands because Cora was trying to attack them. He looked around and saw that Cora had knocked out the other hunters and stole the keys to the handcuffs Danny was stuck with.

She threw him the set of keys, "Get them out, I need to help my brother."

Danny quickly ran over to Stiles and Scott, "What's happening to him?"

"I don't know," Stiles said, "But I think we need to get him to Deaton."

Scott quickly ran over to Isaac as soon as he was free, practically pushing Cora out of the way, "Isaac, babe, what's happening?" he asked quickly, "Isaac, please, focus on me."

"Don't hurt me," Isaac whimpered, "Please, please, please, don't-"

"Isaac, it's me, Scott," Scott said quickly, "It's me."

"DEREK!" Isaac yelled like the day they first met him, "DEREK! HELP!"

"We need to get out of here before they wake up," Danny said urgently and helped Scott get Isaac up.

Cora was already cuffing the hunters, "The Argents can take care of them. They broke the code, I know they'll be around."

"She's kind of badass," Stiles whispered.

"Stiles, focus," Scott said quickly, trying to keep a hold on Isaac who was still trying to squirm away.

"Okay, let's get going," Derek said, opening the door and froze when he saw a man with sunglasses standing there, "Who the hell are you?" he demanded.

"I heard about your little...problem," the man said, "I'd like to tell you that this is an experienced group of hunters and you're going to need some help," he lied, "My pack and I are here to offer our services."

Derek growled, "Who are you?" he asked.

"They all me Deucalion," he said, "And my pack, Kali and Ennis, are willing to help you, free of charge."

End of Chapter