How to get rid of a dead werewolf - the sequel. No quite.

Having everybody in the loft calls for some logistics, but it works out. Isaac is disturbed by his feelings for Alex. Derek plans how to save Alison, and gets the long-con in motion.

I will update soon. Saving Allison is now my main concern. Sorry, no smut.

Isaac was pacing. He knew that Lydia and Stiles were watching him from the couch. Alex was sitting quietly in his corner, staring out the window. The sound of streaming water came from the bathroom where Allison was taking a shower. He wanted to go over to Alex and sit down with him, but he didn't trust himself. The weird thoughts he'd had in his mind lately disturbed him.

The fact that Alex had actually spoken with Allison – and even exchanged a few words with Derek and Lydia – made Isaac a little jealous. Not because they'd talked with him; it was more because Isaac himself didn't dare to try.

The look Alex had given him when he mentioned repaying them for saving him, was also quite intimidating. Isaac wasn't sure what Alex meant by that, but it had been somewhat suggesting.

He tried to justify his own feelings with the fact that Alex looked like a girl. With the long curly hair and the full lips – moist and inviting – oops! Isaac almost slapped himself. He was not gay, no, never, not even a little bit, or maybe a little bit, but he didn't want to, like, be with a guy. He'd never ever given it a second thought.

That wasn't quite true either. Isaac had always been curious, but it had been on a very platonic level. He could admire a male body just as easily as a girls, but he'd never thought for a second that he could be sexually attracted to a boy. He wasn't sexually attracted to Alex either. It wasn't like he wanted to jump him and have his way with him. No, no way.

It was just... If he could just wrap his arm over the guy's shoulder and hold him. Maybe tug him closer and rub his cheek against those adorable curls, and... Isaac started sweating. He didn't dare to throw even a small peek in Alex' direction. He was afraid that if he met those brown gorgeous eyes, Alex would be able to read him like an open book.

Stiles and Lydia weren't paying attention to him anymore. They were playing a card game as they discussed the exam they both were having tomorrow. Isaac moved slowly over to the kitchen area. He needed a drink, preferably something strong.

-o-o-o-o-o-

It wasn't the easiest task to get the dead werewolf out of the hospital. Wheeling him out through the main entrance wasn't an option, so Melissa had come up with a plan. Chris had parked his car in a shaded spot near a backdoor that was rarely in use. Melissa and Derek brought the guy to the basement and had to walk through dim lit corridors before they finally found the exit.

Derek had been a little concerned about the sleeping arrangements in the loft, so while they were down there, Melissa unlocked a storage room and took a couple of old mattresses and a pile of sheets and pillows.

They'd managed to get out of there without being spotted, and after loading up the car, Chris drove to the front of the building to pick up Scott and the sheriff. After that, they took a detour to the McCall house and picked up a few things for Scott and Melissa. Then, they went to sheriff Stilinski's house to get some clothes for him too.

When they arrived at Derek's place, Mr Stilinski insisted on walking up the stairs by himself. "Like father like son." Derek huffed out quietly, as he ran upstairs ahead of the others with a stack of sheets in his arms.

Scott and Chris brought the mattresses and the pillows, while Melissa was hanging back with the sheriff.

Chris dumped his load in the middle of the floor before he walked over to his daughter. "There was an incident." He threw a quick peek at Alex. "Maybe we should go outside." He gestured for Derek to follow them and half way down the stairs, they met up with Mrs McCall and Mr Stilinski. They threw a smile at them before they continued down.

They'd decided not to tell the others anything about the werewolf encounter at the hospital. Eventually it would be revealed, but not with Alex as a keen listener. Not until they knew they could trust him. Allison needed to know because if they were going to give a plausible explanation to Chris' disappearance, they had to tell her.

"I'm gonna go and get rid of the body. It could take a while." Chris looked at his daughter. He had a hard time keeping a straight face. If this failed, it would be the last time he'd see her alive. "I'll be back, but don't worry if I'm not here by morning. Concentrate on that exam and take care of your friends."

Allison stared at him. "You're going alone? You shouldn't." She turned to Derek. "Don't you agree?" Derek shook his head. "I think it's better this way. If anything happens, we need everybody to stay together." He shrugged. "Tomorrow, we need enough people to keep you guys safe at school too."

It was perfectly clear that Allison didn't like the idea at all, but eventually she agreed. "Okay. It makes sense. But make sure you're not followed, and if so, you have to come back here immediately." She threw her arms around her dad's neck. "Be careful, and I'll see you tomorrow."

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

While they were waiting for the others to come back, and after Allison was done in the shower, she, Stiles, and Lydia had worked on the logistics regarding the sleeping arrangements. They'd been a little concerned about not having enough beds, but when Derek and the others came back with the stuff from the hospital, that problem was solved.

Derek didn't really care where everybody slept. He knew that sleeping in his own bed with Stiles by his side could be a little awkward with the sheriff there, so he was willing to hear them out.

"Well we," Lydia cleared her throat before she continued. "Derek, your bed is huge. We figured that Allison, me, and Melissa could share that." She cocked her head and smiled shyly. When Derek just shrugged, she kept going. "Mr Stilinski can have Isaac's room, and if he needs someone there with him, Stiles can do that." She looked at the sheriff. "We didn't know what shape you were in, Sir, so we..." She threw her hand out. "It's really up to you."

Nobody commented on that suggestion either. "Well, then it's you guys. You have to find a place to crash in here. With the mattresses from the hospital it'll be okay, right?" She shifted her gaze between all of them, before she turned to Derek again. "If you have a couple more blankets, it would be good."

After a little back and forth about who'd get the couch, everybody seemed to be okay with the plan. "What about him?" Isaac pointed at Alex. "You didn't count him in." He stared at Allison and Lydia. The girls looked at each other. It seemed like they'd totally forgot about the prisoner.

"He can sleep on the floor. He's probably experienced much worse. I think he'll be fine there." Derek took a few steps towards him. "We're going to put the cuffs back on, but you'll be okay there, right?" Alex nodded and pointed to the blanket and the pillow Isaac had provided him with earlier. "I can keep that?" He didn't wait for an answer. "I'll be fine, uh, Sir."

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

It was quiet at the loft. If somebody had listened carefully, they would only hear several people breathing as if they were asleep. It wasn't quite so. The seemingly relaxed atmosphere was riddled with disturbing thoughts.

Allison was staring into the darkness in Derek's room. She could hear Lydia and Melissa sleep soundly on the bed. She'd volunteered to sleep on the floor. Even if the bed was big enough for all three of them, she knew that she would turn and twist through the night, and she didn't want to disturb them too much.

It wasn't the most comfortable bed – she only had the dark fluffy carpet under her – but she knew she wouldn't sleep much regardless. In the silence of the night, Allison thought about how to kill herself. She was pretty sure that her dad wouldn't do it. She'd seen it in his face.

The timing for this was another issue. She didn't want to jeopardize Lydia and Stiles' exam, so she would wait it out until that was over. She also wanted to be able to say goodbye to her dad.

Last night she'd done her best to stay away from Scott, and she knew that he'd noticed. She worried about what he was thinking, but she couldn't risk getting too close. As soon as Derek had agreed on the sleeping arrangements, she'd yawned and excused herself. Before Scott got a chance to say anything, she'd pulled Lydia with her to Derek's room and closed the door.

As Allison was going through her options, Derek was struggling with his his own thoughts.

Taking out Hester could be difficult. They had no idea about when she'd show up. Derek had been quite convinced that she would never just come crashing though the window or anything, but after what happened at the Argent house, he wasn't too sure.

Hester was probably seriously pissed off, and had made a mistake. Leaving Allison Argent alive could possibly be the worst mistake she'd ever made. Derek's main concern at the moment was how he could tie the girl down and get her through the transformation.

Alex wasn't sleeping either. It wasn't because the sleeping arrangements didn't suit him. Sleeping on the floor was okay. He'd lived on the streets for years, and even if he'd spent the last few months in a home with beds, he felt quite comfortable at the moment.

He was a little concerned about the future. If Hester got her hands on him, he would be dead, and he was pretty sure Derek Hale and his pack wouldn't save him again. None of them would risk their lives for him, not even Isaac.

Isaac was sleeping by the window only a few feet away. If Alex scooted a little over and reached out with his free hand, he could actually have touched him. He didn't dare. It could be perceived as an attempt to attack. He wasn't quite sure, but it sounded like Isaac was also awake.

Isaac was awake, at least partially. He'd been drifting in and out of sleep for a while, because he had his own set of disturbing thoughts in his head.

So went the night.

-o-o-o-o-o-

After a simple breakfast, they'd decided that it would be okay to send Allison, Stiles and Lydia on their way without a bodyguard. They didn't expect Hester to attack them at school. If so, she'd possibly have to kill quite a few other students, and Derek was pretty sure that she wouldn't want to reveal herself as a werewolf in the community.

They'd decided to take Isaac's car. It was old and dingy, and none of them were very skilled with the stick shift, so the ride to school was interesting. It was consensus in the pack about not using the Jeep or the Camaro. The two cars were too easily recognizable.

Stiles' injured foot was a concern. He was unable to run away and hide if it came to that. "I couldn't outrun a werewolf anyway." Stiles had shrugged. "It'll be fine. The girls will help me to my seat."

After their departure, Derek had been on the phone for a long time. He'd turned the music up high and locked himself into his room to make sure that the other three werewolves wouldn't be able to hear the conversation.

Chris had checked into a motel up in Oregon, and at the moment he was busy trying to find out everything he could about Hester. "I'd rather be there with my little girl. I'm afraid she'll do something stupid." Derek knew perfectly well what kind of stupid thing Chris was referring to. "I'll keep her busy. According to the others, she had a long conversation with Alex. I'll try to convince her that she's the only one he'll talk to."

Derek wasn't sure on how to do that, but it was worth a try. "She's also very protective of her friends, and I'm going to use that for all it's worth. She's not going to off herself in their presence." Did Chris actually whimper a little at the other end? Derek chose to ignore it, and then Chris cleared his throat. "But it's more than two days. Two days you have to watch her twenty-four-seven. It's going to be an almost impossible task." Allison's father had a tremble in his voice, but Derek chose to ignore that too. He didn't want to embarrass the guy.

"You don't know? Didn't you check? The full moon is at its peak early Wednesday morning. I will have to trap her tomorrow night. Possibly late afternoon. It's only a little more than a day away." Derek wondered if Allison herself was aware of this. Knowing that there would be a full moon on Wednesday, she could also have thought it was in the evening. "I'll try to trick her to believe that she has more time. Hopefully she won't check it herself."

After planning what to tell Allison regarding her dad's disappearance, they hung up. Derek wanted to get this in motion fast. He wished that he could let Stiles in on it. His mate was smarter than most, and could possibly have perfected the plan and made it waterproof.

Derek joined the others. They were all staring at him wondering what the secrecy was all about. He didn't know what to say at first, but then he nodded towards Alex. "Chris is trying to find out more about... you know. We just didn't want him to hear. I'll fill you in later." He hated lying, but he knew he would have to do that for another day and a half.

Melissa tapped his shoulder and pointed to the kitchen. "You don't have enough food for all of us. With so many people trapped here in this place, we'll run out before nightfall." The news should have been disturbing, but Derek chose to use it to his own advantage. Part of his plan required some alone-time with Alex. "Scott and Isaac can get supplies. Let's make a list."

After being so adamant about keeping the pack together, they all got a little surprised by Derek's suggestion. "Is that so wise? What if she shows up here with her pack." Scott shook his head. "You'll be outnumbered."

Derek shrugged. "She showed up at daytime and got spotted. I don't think she's going to risk that again. She made a mistake, and she knows it. Attacking in broad daylight is not her MO." He turned to Alex. "Am I right?"

Alex seemed to startle a little from the direct question, but then he nodded slowly. "It's important for her to keep up appearances. I'm pretty sure she won't do anything in public."

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Alex had been watching them while they made a list. For some reason, Derek seemed eager to get the boys out of there in a hurry, and he agreed to almost everything they wanted to add. As soon as Scott and Isaac were gone, Derek suggested that Melissa could make sure that Mr Stilinski was okay. The guy hadn't been out of Isaac's room since last night, but as far as Alex knew, he was already much better.

"We need to talk." Derek came over and sat down next to him on the floor. "I need your help. I will choose to trust you." He leaned over and unlocked the cuffs, before he took a deep breath. "I think you know what happened with Allison."

Alex wasn't sure how to respond. He didn't really know what had happened when the girl encountered Hester, but this direct question gave him a clue. "Well, yeah, I guess." He stared into the ground and shrugged. "She got bit, didn't she?"

They were whispering, and without any werewolves nearby, it wasn't very likely that anyone could hear them. Derek kept an eyes on the door to Isaac's room while he continued. "She is adamant about killing herself, but I'm going to save her." He nodded slowly as if he had to convince himself that he was doing the right thing. "I have to keep her busy, and that's were you come in." Derek thew him a quick glance before he focused on Isaac's door again.

"You want me to rebel or something?" Alex didn't want to risk his own life for the girl, but knew that if Derek was going to trust him fully, he had to be ready to do whatever he was told to do. Derek shook his head and smiled a little lopsided. "No, nothing of the sort. I need you to be quiet and withdrawn. I need you to not speak to anyone but her."

Alex stared at him a little puzzled. "So, just do as I've done so far?" It didn't sound to hard, although he was eager to actually strike up a conversation with Isaac; Derek's demand should be easy to follow. "I can do that, but how's that going to help?"

They could both hear Melissa's voice when she offered to get the sheriff a drink. Derek froze up for a second, but then he turned to Alex. "She has to believe that we need her to interrogate you. We need her to believe that she's the only one that can make you talk."

He didn't wait for Alex to respond. In a split second, he'd got up from the floor and when Melissa emerged, he was by the kitchen counter pouring coffee. She grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and headed back without a word.

Derek didn't waste any time. He rushed back to Alex and leaned over. "We also have to convince her that the full moon is on Wednesday evening. I don't know if she's checked, so it could be futile." He stared into Alex' eyes and squinted. Alex gave him a small smile and nodded. "I see. I can do that. I want to be trusted. I promise you I'll do my best." He looked away for a moment before he cleared his throat. "Even as a prisoner, I feel more respected here than I ever felt in her, uh, in Hester's house."