Once Izzie managed to find her wrist brace, and Derek and Scott were out searching for Jackson, she felt like she could finally breathe, but only as well as one could when they had the knowledge of what really goes on in Beacon Hills. She started picking up the papers that had cluttered up her floor when she heard her phone going off.

From Lydia:

Are you in on the big secret too?

Izzie's eyes widened when she read the message. Would Allison really tell Lydia about what happened after they tried so hard to keep it secret?

To Lydia:

What secret?

Izzie thought it would be best to play it safe. The last thing she needed to do was tell Lydia something she didn't know.

From Lydia:

The one that everybody is hell bent on keeping from me

That made a whole lot more sense to Izzie.

To Lydia:

I'm just as lost as you. I don't really talk to them much these days

Izzie felt guilty about lying, but she knew Lydia needed somebody to be on her side. It's not like Allison, Scott, or Stiles really had the time to be.

From Lydia:

So they keep you out of the loop too?

Izzie jumped and let out a gasp when she heard her window open. Even as she saw Isaac climbing through the window, she clutched her heart to get the point across.

"You couldn't use the door like a normal person?" Izzie asked.

"Sorry," Isaac replied with a sheepish smile.

To Lydia:

Yes. I'm tired so I'm just going to head to bed. I'll be here whenever you want to talk.

Izzie sent her last reply, before putting her phone on her charger. She knew she wouldn't be a very good texting buddy to Lydia with Isaac in her vicinity.

"What are you doing here?" Izzie asked as she walked over to sit on her bed. Isaac looked as if he was having an internal battle with himself, and Izzie watched amused as he was glancing back and forth between her bed and her rolling chair. After a couple of seconds, Isaac settled for sitting in the chair, and rolled over so he was sitting in front of Izzie.

"I wanted to check on you. I was kind of unconscious when you got hurt," Isaac said looking down at his hands.

"That's really sweet of you, but I'm fine, I promise. It's nothing that this brace won't fix up in a day or so," Izzie said raising her hand up to show off the brace she was wearing. "Besides, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?" Izzie asked with a smile.

"This isn't funny Izzie," Isaac said seriously, causing Izzie's smile to fall. "the kanima is killing people, and for all we know it could have killed you tonight."

"But it didn't, and I'm fine," Izzie said sternly.

"That," he said pointing at Izzie's wrist, "is not fine. You getting hurt is not fine," Isaac said desperately as he stood from his chair.

Izzie was surprised. She wasn't sure if it was because of Isaac's words, or the way he sounded when he said them, but she was so surprised that she didn't know what to say. He was standing right in front of her, and she looked up so that she could see his face.

"Being a werewolf means that I have the power to do something about what's happening. I could do something to stop it from hurting people. But how am I supposed to protect others when I can't even protect my," Isaac cut off before he could finish his sentence. He almost called Izzie his girlfriend, and though they might be acting as if they were dating, the two never established what exactly was going on between each other. Izzie got up from her bed and walked the two steps it took so that she was standing in from of Isaac.

"Your what?" Izzie asked softly.

"You," Isaac said grabbing Izzie's hand that was free of any injuries.

"That wasn't what you were really going to say," Izzie stated. "If you want to be able to say it all you have to do is ask."

"Do you really think now is an appropriate time?"

"I don't think there ever will be an appropriate time. So why not just do it now?"

"Okay. Izzie, will you be my girlfriend?" Isaac asked looking at Izzie.

Instead of answering, Izzie leaned forward and gently pecked Isaac's lips. She pulled back and gave him a small smile.

"Does that answer your question?" Izzie asked in a whisper.

This time, it was Isaac's turn to give a non-worded response. He put his hands on her hips and quickly brought his lips to hers. Izzie smiled into the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck. It didn't take long for their tongues to be intertwined and fighting for dominance. Izzie started to back up, pulling Isaac with her, until they landed on the bed. Isaac used his arms to keep his full body weight from landing on Izzie and started trailing kisses down her neck.

She turned her head to give him better access, but soon her brain caught up with her.

"Isaac," Izzie said as she slowly moved her hands away from him. He seemed to know what she was thinking because he immediately pulled away. He rolled so he was lying beside her and grabbed her good hand and interlaced it with his.

"Sorry," Isaac said with a slight smile.

"Don't apologize," Izzie said squeezing his hand reassuringly and snuggling up to him, "it's just," Izzie tailed off.

"A little too fast?" Isaac offered. Izzie wasn't sure what it was. She liked Isaac, a lot, but it just didn't seem right for some reason. Izzie just nodded her head. It's not like she could do anything else.

"Yeah. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-" Izzie started, but was cut off by Isaac. She was going to say it was her fault, since she was the one that led them to the bed, but Isaac wasn't giving her a chance to.

"No," Isaac said sternly. "That isn't something you should ever feel sorry about. Do you hear me?"

"But," Izzie started but was cut off again.

"Izzie," Isaac said in a gentler tone. "I don't ever want to do something if you aren't ready for it. So if you think things are going too fast, I want you to tell me, and I don't want you to be sorry about it. Okay?"

"Okay," Izzie said quietly with a small smile.

"Good," Isaac said placing a kiss on the hand that he was holding.

After a while of silence, it was broken by Isaac's phone going off.

"It's Derek. He followed the kanima over to the Jungle. He wants me to go back to the train depot so he knows where I am and I can help him if he needs it."

"Okay," Izzie said sadly.

"I'll see you at school tomorrow," Isaac said before kissing Izzie's cheek.

"Be careful," Izzie said while Isaac climbed back out her window.

Izzie wasn't sure why he was choosing that particular route to leave, it wasn't like her mom was home to catch him if he used the door.

After laying on her bed restlessly, Izzie finally decided to head over to the Jungle. Out of the two times Izzie had come face to face with the kanima, or Jackson, he did nothing to hurt her. Sure her wrist was a little iffy, but that was her fault, not Jackson's. She was pretty sure that if they came face to face again that the result would remain the same, but there was always a chance that she could be wrong. So she soon found herself on her bike, riding towards danger that she knew she should probably stay away from.

By the time Izzie rode up to the club, there were flashing lights and cops everywhere that she looked. She continued to ride forward until she skidded to a stop next to Stiles, who was talking with his dad.

"-the truth, Stiles!" Izzie caught the end of the Sheriff's sentence.

"Izzie what are you doing here?" John asked, "there's more of a chance of this being Stiles' scene that yours. And what happened to your wrist?"

"Uh," Izzie said as she looked over at Stiles. He gave a slight shake of his head and flail of his arms to signify that he hadn't come up with a lie yet.

"The truth is," Stiles started, "is that Danny broke up with his boyfriend," Stiles looked at Izzie so she could offer in some help.

"Yeah, and we were all going to get together to help cheer him up, but I fell and hurt my wrist, so I thought it would be best to let the guys handle it."

"So Scott and I brought him here to help get his mind off things."

"But then this weird stuff started happening," Izzie said gesturing all around them, "and Scott was texting me about it, so I wanted to come down and see."

The sheriff looked back and forth between Stiles and Izzie as if he wasn't sure to believe the story, but after a few glances, his face softened up.

"That's really good of you guys," he said. Izzie and Stiles both felt internal relief that they were able to get out of how bad this situation could have been. "You're good friends."

Stiles gave a smile, patted his dad on the shoulder and walked away.

"So why are you really here?" Stiles asked as he walked towards his jeep, Izzie dragging her bike along next to him.

"Isaac said that Derek followed Jackson here."

"Figures," Stiles said quietly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Izzie asked.

"Nothing. You should probably go home."

"Are you going to give me a ride there, or are you really going to make me take my bike?" Izzie asked as she rolled her eyes.

"We could give you a ride, but I don't think you would really want that," Stiles replied.

"And why not?"

Izzie looked in the window, and turned to Stiles with a surprised look on her face.

"Why is Jackson in the back of your jeep?" Izzie yelled as softly as she could.

"Because Derek slashed at him before Scott could stop him. Look, it doesn't matter Izzie. Just go home. Scott and I will take care of this."

"And you can't tell Derek," Scott said leaning out of the window on the passenger side of the jeep.

"Okay, fine, whatever," Izzie said rubbing her face with her hand in frustration. She didn't bother saying anything else as she hopped on her bike and started riding away.

When Izzie woke up the next morning, she needed to know what Stiles and Scott did with Jackson. She knew there was no chance they would tell her, so she had to use her own means to get the information that she wanted. She closed her eyes, and tried her hardest to clear her mind of any thoughts, and soon, she was seeing what she was needing to see.

Jackson was out cold in the back of prisoner transport van. He was handcuffed and connected to a chain that was attached to the floor. After staring at the handcuffs, Jackson realized what was going on.

"Stiles! McCall! I'm going to kill you!" Jackson yelled out.

Izzie opened her eyes, and immediately started shaking her head.

To Stiles:

You locked him up in a van? Seriously?!

Izzie typed her text to Stiles furiously. She didn't get a reply back from him until she was arriving at school.

From Stiles:

How do you know that?

To Stiles:

Because I'm special and I know almost everything

From Stiles:

You don't know where we're holding him

To Stiles:

At the preserve. I'm not an idiot.

Izzie wondered if the fact that she knew where Jackson was put a damper in whatever Stiles and Scott had planned. She was safely going to assume it did, as Stiles wasn't texting her back after that. She knew she should have been more concerned about that, or at least a little upset, but she found that it didn't really bother her all that much.

No, the thing that did bother her however, was the person who was standing next to her at her locker and staring.

"What happened to your wrist?" Izzie looked over to see Matt closing his locker and turning so that he was facing her.

A/N: I know the ending is kind of abrupt, but I wanted this conversation to be a part of the next chapter. I know the Derek voters of the poll probably weren't very happy with this chapter, but I promise things between Izzie and Isaac are going to start heading down hill very soon.

I tried to get the chapter up last night, but I was on a family vacation with no wifi, and I didn't get home until 11:30 last night and I was exhausted.

But I was able to hear the news that Teen Wolf was renewed for a fourth season! Is everybody else as excited for that as I am?