I'm so glad to hear that so many of y'all enjoyed that first chapter and I loved all of your reviews! Here is the next chapter, not quite as eventful but setting must be established before anything big can happen, right? Got to get all those plot holes filled! This next chapter's song is "I Won't Let You Go" by Snow Patrol.

Chapter 2: "I Won't Let You Go"

"There's something happening here

There's something here that I just can't explain

I know I'm where I belong

Deep down inside I am no longer lost!

I won't let you go

(This is what you really want)

So don't leave go of me

(This is what you asked for)"

Isaac was just starting to come to, his body finally reacting to the cloture of the worst of his wounds just as Argent snipped the final stitch. Everything was muffled and his chest felt incredibly tight, like his heart and lungs were swollen and overworked. Was this what physical heartbreak felt like? Suddenly a piercing scream woke him fully and he bolted into a seated position. His eyes flashed yellow and he bared his pointed werewolf fangs, he wasn't going to let anyone else die, not after she had died protecting him. An identical movement to his right caused him to turn in time to see a figure flying forward the same way he had as she sat up and screamed her lungs out with her familiar brown curls fluttering behind her and hitting her shoulders as her eyes flew open. Isaac was one hundred and ten percent sure that his heart completely stopped for a beat as he took in the impossible sight in front of him. Suddenly he fell forwards as he promptly passed out in shock, his brain couldn't process what was happening and instead just shut down. He would probably have tumbled to the floor if not for Deaton reaching out, catching him, and laying him back down slowly which pulled the girl back down as well, because the unconscious Isaac refused to let go of her hand. Argent wasn't much help at all, if he was being honest, considering that he had collapsed onto his knees for the second time that night and his mouth just kept opening and closing but no noise came out. The girl was confused as she rolled over, not letting go of Isaac's hand, and her orange and yellow eyes lit upon the only standing coherent person in the room and Deaton locked her gaze watching in surprise as the orange and yellow faded to just a yellow and then her natural deep browns. "Welcome back Allison, you sure know how to make an entrance."

Allison looked at him blankly before shaking her head in confusion and catching sight of Isaac lying still on the table beside her. Leaping up, she nearly would have collapsed herself had Deaton not caught her. "Easy now, I know you may not remember, but you've been through a lot tonight young lady." She shook her head. She remembered everything, especially Isaac needing her and her not being there; her abandoning him just like their mothers had abandoned them when they thought they had no other options. "Isaac." Her voice was as raspy as Isaac's had been earlier from his scream and Deaton merely nodded understanding her need to be close to the wounded boy in her worry. Making sure that she was leaning on the table, he stepped across the room to grab two stools, the one for her he placed next to Isaac's table and helped her weakened form onto it before placing the other next to where Argent was still kneeling on the floor in shock. "Up you get Chris." Finally the hunter's mind clicked back into gear and he clambered up into a standing position and nearly tackled Allison off the chair in his enthusiasm to hug her. "You're alive!" He yelled. The sudden noise combined with the scent of her being so close awakened Isaac as well whose eyes flew open and he too sat up in confusion. Staring at her for a moment, the girl who had died and was now breathing and beating and alive and hugging her father, Isaac's mind started to turn again and he leaned forward the second Argent let go and pulled her into a nearly bone crushing hug.

"Allison. Allison. Allison." He whispered her name over and over as he buried his face in her shoulder and sucked in deep breaths of her scent. She melted into his embrace and clung to him. Even though he was dirty and covered in blood, she had never hugged him tighter nor understood his obsession with scent more than she did now as his wafted over her. The calming aroma of his familiar Old Spice deodorant mixed with his natural scent of pine and the woods that they both spent so much time in and that calmed her down. Her thoughts had been moving a mile a minute trying to process how she had been dead and now she wasn't, but with Isaac clinging to her, his hand still clutching hers, they dulled to a quiet whisper. It wasn't until his whimper as his wounds finally began to heal with a final shooting pain, that she pulled away still holding his hand tightly in hers.

An uncomfortable cough from Deaton and a slight clearing of the throat from Argent drew them both back to reality earning a bright red blush from Isaac and a glance at the ground from Allison. Considering the other night when "we were us" as Isaac so put it, what they had just done was rated G at best but she knew it wasn't just their hugging, it was the fact that she had come back from the dead that had both adults dying to talk to her. But she didn't have any answers, she had no idea what had happened, their guess was as good as hers. "Allison, do you know what happened?" Deaton asked gently and she shook her head as she looked up at him. Isaac squeezed her hand comfortingly and she drew strength from the light contact. That was one of the millions of little things that differed Isaac from Scott, Scott never knew that he needed so much comfort and took it from their touches but never gave it back whereas Isaac both took and gave comfort making them equals. She was interrupted from her comparison of the two werewolves by Deaton's explanation of his part in her resurrection. "All I know is that I injected you with a combination of epinephrine and the ashes of the Fenghuang. The epinephrine was to restart your heart, it's the hormone behind the adrenaline response, and has been used to restart the heart in hospitals across the globe; normally not ones that had been stilled as long as yours but that is beside the point. Do you know what the Fenghuang is?"

Argent had tensed at the name so both teens looked to him with matching bemused looks on their faces, "It's the name of the Chinese Phoenix," he explained before turning to Deaton and continuing, "but they're just legends not even in our Bestiary." Deaton shook his head at that in amusement, this man had been born into a family that hunted werewolves for a living and he didn't believe that the Fenghuang was more than a legend, oh the irony. "Not exactly Chris, for a man who hunted legends for years you have a very closed mind." He harrumphed at that but Deaton continued unabashed, "They are said to have lived forever which was false but getting the ashes of one was still incredibly difficult to come by, believe me. It was a shot in the dark but I thought that they potentially could bring you back." The vet grinned at the trio, "It appears that I was right. What was really out of my control was how to tether you to life. This was where Isaac came in."

Isaac's brows furrowed in confusion causing a worry crease to appear in between his naturally large blue-gray eyes. Allison so wanted to kiss him right then because he looked so innocent concentrating like that and he deserved some innocence in his life. After his father had taken away so much from him, he couldn't take that and, therefore, couldn't break him, Isaac was too strong for that. "But I was unconscious…right?" Deaton nodded and Isaac only looked more confused and unconsciously began biting at his bottom lip as he tried to think this through. "Despite the fact that you weren't aware of it, you would not let Allison's hand go making you the perfect tether. Not only are you two deeply connected emotionally but you're physical connection made it easier." With that, Allison and Isaac looked down at their still interlocked fingers and he grinned at her, "I brought you back." Deaton nodded and gave a noncommittal, "More or less," but, that was all the validation that Allison needed.

Her little dabble in the world of the dead had made a lot of things more clear to her, her affection for Isaac being the most obvious change. She had no doubts any longer about the something that they had together; there was a tether that connected them that she and Scott had thought they had, but had actually lacked. Scott, his name had used to cause pain to blossom in her chest as the heartbreak resumed anew. Isaac had dulled that pain to a barely noticeable flare up but now, since he had stayed and Scott had fled, it had become more like one of the many scars that Isaac bore; an internal mark that no longer hurt. Leaning in she kissed his cheek softly and she felt him turn a bright shade of red, she had never been this bold in front of her father before with him. Argent raised an eyebrow but didn't say a word and Allison grinned at her dad, that was his silent acceptance of what she and Isaac had become and that acceptance was all she needed.

"Silver?" Isaac suddenly remembered aloud startling her and reminding her of her death wish that only he had waited around long enough to hear. "Silver, dad, silver." She repeated earning a look of confusion from Deaton, her father, and, even, Isaac. "My silver arrow was what killed the oni." A look of understanding lit up Isaac's features, he had been there after all, and it had been her arrow that had prevented him from being stabbed clean through like she had been. "When I shot the oni it punctured his chest armor and it gave off a yellow and green light before he dissipated into smoke. It couldn't reform either from what I understand; I was a bit out of it after that." Argent's face went from concern to a grin as he realized what Allison was saying; they could kill the oni with silver and save the town. "How many arrows have you made?" Her dad asked her but Isaac answered quickly before she could, "Four." They all looked at him in surprise as to how he knew that, so, he quickly explained, "I found her down there before we left and Allison explained the significance of your own silver bullet and how they weren't made to kill me." He let out a strangled laugh at that last part; even with Argent's "approval" he wasn't pushing his luck as his only little girl's boy-something-thing. Argent laughed himself and Allison grinned at Isaac, that boy sure did know what he was doing when it came to dealing with her dad. "Well? Let's go kill us some oni." Allison announced earning three nervous glances and wincing herself at the way that she sounded way too much like the over enthusiastic Stiles.

Deaton shook his head as he nodded to the light that was beginning to stream through the window behind her. "Not now, it's already morning. Plus you both are wounded." The vet explained only to glance down at their identical stab wounds, or, more correctly, where they had both been. "As I said, it's already morning." He corrected himself as the rest recognized that all wounds had been healed and, in Isaac's case, that Allison's dress had become a skirt and she was wearing a jacket that barely covered her bra. Blushing bright red and forcing himself to not drink in the sight of her, Isaac passed her his jacket earning a nod of approval from Argent and a similar blush graced Allison's features. Ignoring their teenage embarrassment, Deaton continued, "I told you that I was unsure of the side effects but, if healing is one of them, I would not complain Allison if I were you." And she wasn't, this was enough of a miracle for her because she truly hadn't been ready to die and one shouldn't question miracles. "In the mean time, I highly suggest you three go home. You two especially need the rest before tonight." They all nodded, Allison's eyelids were indeed growing heavy and Isaac looked like he might fall asleep any second as well.

"Come on you two." Argent ordered and the sleepy teens followed him to the SUV, this was one of the first times they had followed his orders in a long time and that made him give an exhausted smile. As he watched Isaac go to open the door for Allison and her beat him to it and hop in on her own, that smile grew. His daughter was too independent for that sort of thing and it made him proud, Isaac knew it too and he gave a sleepy smile as he meekly followed her into the back seat being pulled along by their still interlocked hands. The hunter opened the driver's door and grinned even wider as he looked at the pair through the rearview mirror, the sight of his daughter finally relaxing into Isaac's side and going out like a light seconds later with him following as he leaned his head to rest on top of hers. Knowing from experience that they would both wake up with a crick in their necks, he smiled to himself as he put the car in reverse. It took him a moment to realize why he was so happy at the idea of his daughter with a boy when it hit him out of the blue, it was because this boy wouldn't leave her and would never hurt her. He made her better and as a dad, even a scary badass hunter dad, that was all he truly wanted for her. That and her happiness but, judging from what he had seen just over the past few hours, there was no question about that.

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