Anchor
Chapter 5
The air grew thick around him, Scott struggled to catch his breath, it was as though somebody had knocked the wind right out of him. He had never felt like this since before the bite, back when he suffered from sever asthma and need an inhaler to help him breath. He thought back to the time in Dr. Deatons clinic, where Isaac had come seeking advise from Scott and learnt that his werewolf powers could help other as well by taking some of that dogs pain away. The tears that Isaac shed as he realised what he was capable of and the smile that spread across his face.
His smile, his beautiful smile, the smile that could light up an entire room. That smile was gone. This realisation was like a ton of bricks falling from a great height, making Scott collapse to his knees, his face was vacant, for what seemed like an eternity his body was numb, his mind was numb. He couldn't allow him self to accept what had just taken place. He stared down at Isaac's motionless body, tears began to trickle down his face.
"This is all my fault" he whispered, still looking directly at Isaac.
"There's nothing you could have done Scott" Stiles was still kneeling above Isaac's head but he was now looking directly at Scott, trying to force a smile to comfort his buddy, he continued to watch as his friend fell apart. He got up and walked towards where Scott had fallen to the floor and place his hand on his back, "Scott, there's nothing you seriously could have done" he repeated again, trying to comfort him more. Scott grabbed Stiles by his wrist, turning into his chest to allow himself to cry.
Stiles held his best friend close, it was killing him to see him like this. He wished there was something he could do, something he could say that would make everything better, but he knew deep down there was nothing. No amount of sarcasm or humour could fix a situation like this one and that was all Stiles had. He was pointless, unable to do anything.
He thought back to the night at prom, the night Derek's uncle, Peter, had attacked Lydia, to the offer he had given Stiles. The bite. What if he had just given in to what he actually wanted and had allowed Peter to sink his teeth into his arm, what if he had joined his best friend as a werewolf and they were in the same pack, what if he could have been strong enough or fast enough to have saved Isaac from Aidan? WHAT IF? The thoughts screamed in Stiles' head making him doubt every decision he had ever made. He looked around him at Lydia and at Allison both still in shock by what had happened. Lydia had seen so much death, yet it still made her terrified to see it again, and again, and again. Stiles wanted more than anything to wrap his arms around her and protect her from the horrors of the world. He would give anything for her to let him love her. He suddenly felt selfish, he was sat here thinking of Lydia when his best friends world crumbled and fell apart.
Scott had stopped crying and pushed himself away from Stiles and up on to his feet. This action caught Allison's attention, she walked away from Lydia and towards him. He was staring at the exit where the twins had left, his breathing was heavy. She positioned herself directly in front of Scott, blocking the exit at the same time
"Scott" she staring into his eyes, he wasn't looking back at her, he was vacant. "What are you thinking? It better not be wha.."
"Move Allison" He growled, cutting her off mid-sentence, she was startled by this by his tone.
"Are you serious? No Scott. I wont move! There's no way in hell I'm going to let you do this."
"Get out of my way" he roared again, his eyes glowing orange, claws now out.
"You haven't finished healing yet Scott" she tried appealing to his reason.
"MOVE. NOW"
"NO" she screamed, tears rolled down her face, she punched Scott in the shoulder, "you're going to get yourself killed if you go after them now. You think this is what Isaac would have wanted, more death! I can't lose you Scott. I just can't"
Hearing her words, Scott's attention switched from the exit and on to Allison, he could see his actions had clearly scared her, the glow faded from his eyes and his claws retracted.
"I'm sorry Allison" he spoke with a whimper in his voice, "I have to do something, I have to make this right, it's my fault that he was here, it's all my fault"
"Scott, I know how this feels right now. When I found out about my mom, all I could think about was revenge, I was driven by it and you seen the outcome of that."
He knew she was right, but he needed to do something to put this right and that was the only that came to mind. To take his pain out on somebody else seemed easier than the alternative, allowing himself to realise that if he had just given into his feelings at the start, when he realised the pull between himself and Isaac, none of this would have happened. It could be Isaac's arms he was wrapped up in, he could be looking at his beautiful smile again, he could be with him. But now all possibilities were gone, wiped away in a single moment. This thought was yet another crushing blow to Scott's already fragile state, he realised his wounds were starting to heal but it was slow, it might have been painful if he wasn't focused on more important matters.
He was gone. How could this be happening. Isaac's life had been full of pain, Scott thought about everything that Isaac must have endured through his life. His brother had been killed in action, which led to his mother to abandoning him and his father. Then the beatings started and worse, there were the bad times where he would be locked in the chest freezer for hours on end to be taught a lesson. That's why he accepted Derek's offer of the bite; control, power, but it all came at a cost. His dads life. Although he wasn't the one who had killed his dad, he always blamed himself for what had happened that night. Then finally there was was being kicked out of Derek's apartment and left with no where else to go. Scott's mind was racing yet again. How could someone cope with so much hurt in their life, so much pain? Scott was only just getting a taste of it, and it was tearing him apart.
Stiles made his way toward Lydia, who had been stood staring at Isaac, she looked vulnerable, like at any second she could shatter in to a million pieces. She always made a big thing about being strong and independent, but deep down Stiles knew she was broken. She kept herself guarded so no-one could get close. He'd seen her at her most vulnerable, when she had believed that Jackson was dead, before he finally got his wish and became an equal to Scott, became a werewolf, became the one thing that Stiles was still wishing he had choose to become himself. This thought was still plaguing him. He stared at the ground, feeling more useless than he had ever felt in his life.
That's when he noticed it.
"SCOTT. SCOTT" Stiles got up from where he was stood and raced over to Scott and Allison, breaking their embrace "Scott" he panted again.
Scott's face was full of confusion, why had Stiles started shouting? What could be so important? And then he heard it, why did he not hear it before? His heartbeat. He could hear Isaac's heart beat, it was weak but it was there. Scott raced over to where Isaac was lay, he turned back to Stiles. "Call Deaton, he can help."
"On it" Stiles replied, pulling his mobile from his pocket, racing through his explanation of the events that had just transpired. "He's on his way."
Scott moved close to Isaac's face. "You hear that Isaac, helps on its way, your going to be fine." He hadn't realised it while he speaking, but he had taken hold of Isaac's hand. His fingers began to twitch and his eyes fluttered. "Isaac? Can you hear me?" Isaac half opened his eyes causing Scott to smile again. "Hey, are you ok? Don't try to move, your in pretty bad shape" Isaac coughed and let out a moan.
"Did... did we win?" his voice was groggy and weak. Scott laughed an uncomfortable laugh and brought Isaac's hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it. The action surprised Scott more than anything. Isaac writhed in pain.
"Seriously Isaac don't try to move, you've got some pretty bad injuries, Deatons on his way, we're going to get you back to the clinic and well, we're going to make sure that your ok. Ok?" This wasn't really a question that was up for debate, more of a fact of what will happen. "I, I thought that I had lost you for a second there. You've no idea how..." Scott trailed off from his sentence but Isaac managed to give him something to think about before he lost consciousness again.
"You found me, that's all that matters"
Allison and Lydia had gone to try and stop anybody from entering the car park, while Stiles went and waited for Deaton to pull into the car park. Scott stayed by Isaac's side, still holding his hand, protecting him.
Deaton entered the car park and got as close to Isaac as he could with the animal rescue van. He got out of the van and made his way to Scott to give him a hand getting Isaac into the back of it.
"I'll take him back to the clinic Scott, he may have started healing but we need to see how bad his injuries are." Deaton went to the opposite side of Isaac to where Scott was and nodded to Scott to lift. They placed Isaac into the van, Scott's look saddened again as Deaton closed the vans doors. "I'll be in touch Scott when I Know if he's out of danger." Deaton noticed Scott's expression was sinking. "He'll be ok Scott" he stated, placing his hand on Scott's shoulder as if to offer some support.
"I know he will, he has to be."