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To Save Them All

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Nervously I eye the front door and wince when Chris honks his horn again, damn it, I do not want to ride in the car with a hunter who knows I'm a werewolf.

"Son you're going to be late!" Dad calls from the kitchen and I contemplate running anywhere that's not here.

Sighing I open the front door and go to my doom with a dumb smile on my face, "Sorry I'm late," I apologise as I slide into the back seat, "I lost a school book and couldn't find it," I don't think Chris falls for my lie.

The ride to school is as awkward as I thought it would be, except it's not me being upset and angry it's Allison, something big must have happened for her to be giving her dad the silent treatment, she ignores all of his overtures and then we're pulling up at the school and I've never been so glad to see the place in my life.

"Thanks for the ride Mr Argent, dad has pick up duty so we'll get to yours at the normal time," All I get is a tight nod from him and silence from Allison. Almost falling out of the car I right myself and gently close the car door behind me.

"Hmph," Allison stalks off with her nose in the air and I scramble to keep up with her, or at least act like I am.

"So things were pretty tense in the car," I try as my opening gambit.

She snorts and keeps walking.

"You wanna talk about it?" I ask and walk beside her, "Or are you just gonna show the school your awesome powerwalking ability? Because I have to say that's pretty damn impressive, and I may have to give up walking next to you as I'm not longer on the lacrosse team and I'm nowhere near as fit as I was, not that I'm saying I'm not fit as in hot, because seriously who wouldn't want me? I am like totally fit that way," I wave at a girl I know despises me and get a glare, "Um except maybe her."

My rambling has the desired effect and Allison stops in her tracks, "Oh Stiles," and then she hugs me and I hug back, because that's what you do. "My mom wants me to go to a special girl's school in France, dad doesn't want me to go there but to a girl's school in New York. They're fighting over it and I don't want to go to either school I want to stay here," She buries her face in my neck and sort of clings so I rub her back gently, "I finally have friends, I'm not just an outsider that everyone laughs at, I'm happy here Stiles, and they want to send me away just because my dad's dad is suddenly a bad guy and I don't understand any of it."

I'm not sure what to say to her, I know why they want to send her away, because of the werewolves, werewolves like me. "I'm sorry Allison," I know that this is just a brief moment in her life, that going to either school really isn't that long, but I can take the long view because I've lived this all before, I know High School is just a transitioning phase. "Maybe things will quieten down and they'll let you stay."

"Maybe," she mumbles and we have to hurry into the school or risk being late.

Walking into the school I still have my arm around Allison as we head towards Boyd and Erika. Boyd has a resigned expression on his face and I grin at him, "Dude, I told you resistance was futile," I'm startled when he does the Vulcan hand sign and I can't help laughing because even though he's acting annoyed he smells happy.

Erika has her hair up in some complicated thing Allison taught her to do and it lets you see her eyes and that bright beaming smile of hers. I might not like how the supernatural side of things are going but this side is just awesome right now. Scott will in back soon, he'll be slow and achy but he'll be here and then he and Allison can do the gazing into each other's eyes and everything is almost like it should be.

Wandering to class I sit near Boyd and his mouth tips up slightly, I'm careful not to annoy him too much and we walk out together.

Congratulating myself on a job well done I amble past Isaac and nearly gag at the smell of pain and blood coming off of him, his background scents are panic, fear, vomit and piss. Oh crap his dad must have done something to him recently, the complete asshole.

Trying not to be too obvious I go to my next class and brood as I stare at Isaac out of the corner of my eye. He must notice something because he glances at me now and again, I make sure to be looking somewhere else at that point, and when the teacher asks me to answer a question I get it right and pull it back to what she said earlier thereby proving I was paying complete attention.

I was going to latch onto Isaac at a gym class and somehow rip his sports stuff off his back so that Coach could see his torso, Coach is an idiot but he won't allow anything like domestic violence go on under his nose, that coupled with Isaac's hospital admissions and the file I know the nurse is building on him will get him taken away from his dad.

Only gym isn't today and Isaac smells really bad, he's in a lot of pain right now, the blood clinging to him is just under his skin, and if he smells of vomit and piss he was probably locked in the freezer last night.

I have to do something and I'm not sure how to do it quickly without hurting Isaac.

By lunch I can see Isaac is pale and his hands are shaking slightly, he's moving slower and he's pretty much reached the end of whatever strength he's got left. Shit. I have to step in somehow.

Boyd and I loiter outside the canteen waiting for the girls as Isaac passes us and goes to stand in line, "Lahey?" Boyd asks and lifts an eyebrow at me.

"Who's Lahey?" Allison steps up to us.

"You mean Isaac?" Erika frowns and turns to stare him, "What about him?"

"Stiles," Boyd nods to me, "Has been staring at him a lot, I'm guessing he's next on the list to be assimilated."

"What?" I blink they weren't supposed to notice anything.

"Come on," He takes the lead and I trail along behind wondering what else I've inadvertently given away to people.

We get lunch and then Boyd takes us over to where Isaac is sitting hunched and trying to look small, which considering his height is a bit difficult. We literally surround the poor guy and if I hadn't of known him as a werewolf I wouldn't recognise this broken scared little rabbit. My wolf brushes under my skin, it sees Isaac as weak, where I see him as hurt and needing time to heal, it subsides but I'm aware of it watching and waiting behind my eyes.

I natter on and talk about everything and nothing, the girls steer my conversation where they want it and then Boyd drops hints with single words as well, while Isaac says nothing and picks at his food trying to be invisible.

Pushing away his uneaten food he stands up and I get more waves of pain from him, he's not good, he needs help, proper professional help. He walks slowly away from us and heads towards the tray area.

"I got this," Boyd murmurs and heads after Isaac.

"Oh my god," I say and head after them, if Boyd slams into Isaac then he'll hurt the guy further, I have to stop him making things worse. Stumbling as I leave my seat I power walk over to see Boyd do the worst fake trip ever so that his left over food smears all down Isaac's back.

Isaac freezes and I don't know how Boyd did it but the tray and Boyd avoid Isaac completely. "Dude," Boyd reaches out, "Man I am so sorry, here let me have your shirt I'll get my mom to clean if for you." He doesn't give Isaac any time to react because that shirt gets whipped off of Isaac right there in the middle of the canteen.

Suddenly all those in jokes Boyd's wife used to make about lightning and speed are making much more sense and I'm not sure how I'm supposed to look the guy in the eyes again.

Around the room are a widening ripple of gasps, Isaac is a walking bruise and there are clear lines where he's been hit with something like a belt. Now, while I'm standing next to the centre of attention, my wolf rolls inside of me, it understands what I was trying to tell it, that Isaac needs our protection and its already imagining ripping the ex-swimming coach into tiny little pieces.

Struggling to keep the wolf under wraps I'm glad that Allison is taking charge and calling for a nurse. I do get to see Boyd strip his shirt off and offer it to Isaac while showing off his own annoyingly perfect physique, guess I can't blame all of it on the werewolf thing.

A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.