A/N: Thanks again for follows and favorites! I hope you all love this chapter, it's kind of a filler but it gives a lot of information. I don't own Teen Wolf or any characters, only Blair :)

Isaac stops at my house, where we let ourselves in and sit down on the couch. We settle into a comfortable silence, the TV quickly becoming the only sound in the house.

"So, how are you? And I mean the real answer, not the BS you tell everyone else." Isaac asks, my eyes snapping shut at the question.

I have gotten that same question so many times over the past few days. How are you? Are you okay? Is it hard knowing your dad might not come back? Do you feel okay? Do you need to go home? How are you? I have become a master as plastering a fake smile on my face and nodding me head, assuring them I'm fine.

But sitting here, with a boy I have known for such a long time, his caring eyes searching mine, I can't hold in in any longer.

"I'm scared. I'm so scared. Not even for myself. For Stiles. He lost mom, when he knew her so much more than I had. I don't have any memories of her. Stiles misses her smile, her eyes, her laugh. I can only miss the woman I call my mom. And for him to lose not only one parent he loved for so long, but for another, I can't comfort him because I don't have the sorrow to share." I feel the tears roll down my face, but I don't care if Isaac sees them. I just don't want his pity.

"Blair, of course you know his sorrow. Just because you don't remember much about your mom, doesn't mean you don't remember anything. There must be something you can remember about her." Isaac assures me.

I contemplate this for a few moments. "All I remember is at night, she used to sing me a lullaby. I don't remember the words, of the melody, but I just remember her voice, beautiful and so happy, singing me to sleep. And then I remember, one day, not having that voice anymore. I was put to sleep by two crying faces, and I didn't know why. I was so little, and I didn't understand what happened. Not until people started talking about it at school." My voice cracks, the tears becoming more steady as they race down my face.

As my eyes fall shut again, I feel Isaac's hand wrap around mine. "I was tormented with nightmares. I remember waking up, sweating and horrified that I had killed my own mother in the dream. After a few years of those, I had convinced myself it was me who killed her. The only person who kept me sane was Stiles. He was always there at night when I woke up screaming, to hug me and get me back to sleep. Dad was always working late…or too exhausted to help me.

I don't blame Dad for anything that he did or didn't do. Although we lost a mother, he lost a wife. A woman who he thought would always be there to help him get through everything. Instead, she was gone, and he had to care for two little kids, and work full time. So, I had Stiles to get me out of bed, feed me, get me to the bus on time, make me a lunch, and get me home. He did everything for his little sister, he was strong for me when I couldn't be."

After I stop talking, we sit for a while, Isaac's hand lulling me into a deep silence. The sobs shake my body, and I know that this must have been the first time I have talked about mom in five or six years. Stiles and I had vowed to never speak of her unless in good memories.

"You didn't have to tell me all of that. I know how it feels to lose two parents, you know." Isaac quietly tells me.

I stare at him, appalled with myself. "I-" a hiccup slips from my lips. "I forgot. Oh god, I made you remember how it felt. I cant believe-" another hiccup "believe I told you all of that. I must have sounded so " more hiccups "so stupid."

He shakes his head vigorously. "No, no don't say that. I understand what it feels like, Blair. I get how you are feeling. It's not fair to lose two parents, but you haven't lost two yet. There's still hope to get your dad back. He isn't gone yet. We can still save him, and Mrs McCall. And Mr Argent. But you can't give up yet."

My brain tells me his words ring true, but I can't accept it. "What if we are wrong? What if Jennifer has already killed them? It cant be just me and Stiles." I let go of his hand and covers my face with both of mine. "We cant lose Dad."

Isaac's arm wraps me in a quick hug before moving back to his seat. "Stiles is back. With Lydia." I nod, swiping my hands on my cheeks, breathing deeply and hoping my nose isn't too red that Stiles notices I've been crying.

Isaac smiles gently at me one last time before Stiles and Lydia burst into the house, talking loudly and enthusiastically, hand motions and all. Even more odd, Lydia isn't rolling her eyes or making fun of my brother. She actually is…laughing. Yes, Lydia Martin is laughing and talking to my brother willingly. No Allison to pressure her. Hopefully no motive. Creepy.

Stiles glances our way and grins. "Did Deaton help out at all?" He doesn't seem to notice my puffy eyes.

"Yeah, he got us a way to find the Alpha Pack." I say, distracted by the way Lydia leans into Stiles' body as he talks. My eyes wander to Stiles and I raise my eyebrows at him. He acts confused and looks away from me and to Isaac.

"Did you need a ride home? I'm sure Lydia could take you." Stiles asks.

"Oh, I was hoping-"

"I can totally take you home. But only if you don't go full werewolf in my car. It's small and expensive okay? No damages. You break it, you pay for it." Lydia grabs her keys from her bag and turns to Stiles, whispering something before walking to the door. "Coming?"

Isaac nods, glancing at me, before walking out the door with Lydia.

Derek sits in a chair, staring between Cora and Peter.

"It needs to be someone with an emotional tie to Scott. We cant have someone out looking for him, find him, and not be able to convince him to come back. Whether it's friendship, hate or whatever else, we need someone who knows Scott well enough to convince him." Derek explains.

Cora nods. "I've only known Scott for a little while, and while I know who he is, I don't know him well enough to do that."

Peter scowls at Derek. "The kid doesn't ever listen to me. Never has never will. If I go and tell him to come back, he won't listen. Even if I tell him to stay, he will twist my words and do just that."

They both look at Derek. "I would go…but we have a better option than me. Although I am the werewolf he has known the longest, we don't always get along. Scott has had fights with Isaac also, but they are on good terms right now. They understand each other.

I have a feeling Isaac is the only werewolf who can get Scott back now."