Hi guys! It's been a while, I know. I'm trying my hardest to get this story over with. I'm ready to go on to my sequel. :) I have one more chapter after this one and then I will start on the sequel. I have an idea on what I want to happen in it.

Disclaimer - As always, I do not own anyone other than my OCs and my own ideas.

It's been a few weeks since the incident at the Sherriff's Department. The championship Lacrosse game is tomorrow and everyone is on edge. Scott is worried about Jackson going psycho again and worried that his mother will never speak to him, Stiles is seeing the school counselor and worried about his father – they're not talking as much either – , Allison is still bent on her mother passing away, and Isaac, well he hasn't been acting like himself lately. He's been spending more time with Erica and Boyd. I don't know what they're planning, when I try to talk to Isaac, he shrugs it off, doesn't say anything; switches the topic. I'm okay – I think anyways. My parents are on a business trip and should be back sometime next week or so. The house is all mine, so Julie has been staying with me, trying to cheer me up when Isaac doesn't visit me. Derek has them all on lockdown. They haven't been seen at school for the past week – the only time I got to see Isaac was at night, when Derek let him come talk to me that is. I miss him. A lot.

I head inside the school doors and wait for my best friend to show up. Allison walks over as I'm waiting for Julie and asks if I'm going to the game tonight. I nod, "Yeah. I hope Isaac shows up tonight. I haven't seen him at school…"

Her face tightens, like she knows I'm keeping something from her. She replies, "I'm not going, but I hope he's there too. Is Julie here yet?"

I shake my head, "Nope. Ah, here she comes." I know she's lying to me. Scott told me a long time ago about what her family does for a living. Recently she, herself, has been acting strangely. It's like she has a personal vendetta out for all of Derek's pack, including Scott. Does it have anything to do with how her mother died? I shrug it off, hoping it will go away; I don't like this new Allison.

Julie approaches me with a half-smile and waves at both Allison and I. We smile back as well, go to our lockers as the bell chimes, and head to our classes.

School couldn't get done quick enough. I race to my locker, stuff everything inside, and head to my car. Julie is waiting for me, as always.

"Have you seen Isaac yet? I thought he'd be here for today's lacrosse practice. You know, because the game is tonight," she responds when I get close to her.

I shake my head sadly, "No. I thought he would have shown up too, because… well, because I'm his girlfriend. I don't know why he hasn't been talking to me all that much Jules. I miss it."

She sighs and replies, "I know you do Meladee. Hopefully he will be at the game tonight. Then you two can talk to one another… after the game ends that is."

I laugh lightly, "Come on, let's go to your house and get dressed for tonight's game. I'm dying to wear some more of your clothes."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll meet you there," she walks to her car and I start mine and drive to her house.

A bell chimes. Dogs are barking.

"Will you see who that is," asks Deaton.

Scott nods, goes to the front and stops mid-step. Deaton stops what he's doing to see what's taking so long and notices Isaac standing by the door. He says it is okay and Isaac walks inside the vet's office, following Dr. Deaton and Scott to the examination room.

A dog is lying on a table. He's sick and Isaac notices that something is wrong with him. "Why does he smell like that?" His nose scrunches up at the bad aroma.

"Scott said the thing a few months ago. He could tell when an animal was getting better or when they weren't."

Isaac looks up and replies hesitantly, "He's not getting better, is he? Is it… is it cancer?"

Dr. Deaton nods, "Osteosarcoma… You have skills that can heal your own wounds. Have you ever wondered what your healing could do to others?"

The young brunette glances up at the doctor once more.

"Give me your hand."

The teen reaches his hand out and Deaton holds onto it, setting is above the poor dog, "Go on."

Isaac sets his hand on the dog and watches in amazement as the four legged creature stops crying out in agony. He grabs his hand, rubbing it. "What did I do," he questions softly, his voice quavering.

"You took some of his pain away. It's okay. The first time he showed me I cried too," is Scott's reply.

"They're leaving. Tonight, during the game."

"So why are you telling me," asks Scott.

Isaac shifts uncomfortably, "I'm not telling you, I'm asking you. I need your advice. You normally do the right thing. And I trust you."

"I don't know what I'm doing most of the time. Actually I have no idea what I'm doing most of the time."

"Do you wanna let me know what you're doing right now?"

"I'm not going anywhere if that's what you mean. I have too many people here who need me," replies Scott.

Isaac hops off of the counter, "Well, I guess that makes me lucky because I don't have anyone."

Scott stares Isaac down, appalled that he would say something like that. "What do you mean you don't have anyone? What about Meladee, Isaac? She's someone. She needs you, like you need her. Why would you leave her behind? She'll be crushed and you know that."

"What would you want me to do? Me stay here and get her hurt, or worse, killed? I'm a werewolf Scott. I could hurt her! What if something happened during the full moon and I accidently lash out at her? I'd kill her! I'd kill myself if something like that happened," he replies harshly.

"And you'd be killing her if you left! Sure, she'd have us to keep her going, but you know as well as I do that it would break her heart if you left."

The brunette rubs his shoulder, "If that's the only way to keep her safe, then I will leave."

Scott shakes his head, "You going to go with them?"

"Yeah… yeah I think I will. Good luck on the game."

Sighing, the brunette replies, "Oh, I'm not going."

Isaac looks at his friend and replies, "Wait didn't you hear?"

"Hear what?"

"Jackson showed up to last week's practice. He's going to be playing in the game tonight."

"What?" Scott shakes his head.

Julie and I are getting ready for tonight's game. We call Lydia to see when she wants us to meet her at her house. 'Anytime' is her answer. We glance at one another and laugh at Lydia's response.

"Okay, let's get started. You go pick something out from my closet, while I get started on my hair."

Rolling my eyes I reply, "Julie, your hair looks fine."

She shakes her head, "No, it doesn't. It's frizzy and that is not fine." She walks to the bathroom to work on her hair.

I laugh and rummage through her closet, full of unworn clothing. I shake my head at the clothes that still have tags on them. A pair of slashed, acid, washed, skinny jeans are calling my name when I find them in the back of the closet. I've always liked this look! I then search for a shirt. I find it in the back as well – a black off-the-shoulder sweater. I pull a red tank top out of her dresser and start to get dressed. I put the black converse shoes that I was wearing today on my feet and sit on Julie's bed, waiting for her to pick her outfit.

She looks me up and down and nods approvingly. Sifting through her closet she pulls out a pair of red skinny jeans, a black off-shoulder t-shirt and a red tank top. She then pulls out a pair of black flats and gets ready.

Looking at me once again, she asks, "Do you want me to do your hair or do you want to keep it down?"

I answer, "Hmmm… I'll keep it down – simple that way. Plus we need to hurry and go to Lydia's."

"Okay. Well I'm ready to go. Let's take my car."

I nod, "Right."

"You guys look cute, though you two could have picked a skirt to wear instead of jeans. Hmmm… Oh well. Let's go, the game starts in 30 minutes and I want to get a seat," replies Lydia.

Julie and I laugh softly, following Lydia outside to our cars.

"See you guys at the game."

I look around, in search for my brunette boyfriend. Julie notices and shakes her head sadly. She mouths 'I'm sorry' and we go sit by Lydia, Scott's mom, and Stiles' dad. Shrugging, I sit down, devastated.

Scott and Stiles look up at us and we smile back. Scott gives me a meaningful look before turning back around. I glance at Julie and she shrugs in response.

"Why is Stiles going out on the field?" replies a shocked father.

Melissa looks up at him confused, "Uh, because he's on the team…"

His eyes widen, "That's right… my son is on the field… My son is on the field!" He jumps up with his hands in the air, excited that his son is finally getting to play.

I smile lightly and look to where Scott is sitting and gasp.

Julie turns to what I'm looking at and she nudges me. I glance at her and giggle, "He came!"

"You came to help?" asks Scott.

Isaac smirks, "I came to win. And to say sorry to someone I care about." He looks up at the benches and searches for a familiar face. He spots her, smiles widely when he sees her watching him, and waves lightly before turning back to Scott.

"I need to get out there before Jackson kills someone. Can you try to get the others off the field without putting them in the hospital?"

He puts his helmet on before replying, "I can try." Isaac runs on the field and gets in a starting position. The whistle is blown and Isaac dashes after one of his own teammates.

"What in the world is Isaac doing," I ask, dumbfounded.

Julie stands up and looks around. She points in a player's position and replies, "It's Jackson. He's out on the field and it looks like he wants to kill someone. Who's controlling him now? Matt is dead…"

I stand up as well and shake my head, "I have no clue… maybe Isaac is getting the players off the field that way Scott can help him…?"

"Let's hope so."

We fall back on the benches and watch the scene unfold.

A whistle is blown and a player goes down. The numbers written on the jersey are a 1 and a 4. I put two and two together and I stand up once again, hoping, praying that it's not who I think it is.

I see Scott race forward and I instantly know that my prayers are wrong – Isaac is down. "Oh no, Isaac!" I dash forward and I'm by his side in no time.

"It's okay. It's not broken. Jackson, I think he scratched me, I can feel the poison setting in. You have to stop him Scott."

"Isaac! Oh my gosh, are you okay?" I ask, worried.

He glances at me and replies, "I'm okay Mel. And I'm sorry for not being with you for the past week and a half."

"Shh… it's okay. Let's talk when they get you inside the locker room."

A man steps beside me and says, "You can't…"

"I'm coming with him, so shut the hell up!" I reply angrily.

He backs up and nods his head. Isaac glances at me and laughs at my reaction.

I follow the men inside the locker room and wait for them to leave. "Okay, what did you want to apologize for?"

"For not being with you for the past week and a half. I thought that you would be safer if I left you alone. I was going to run away with Erica and Boyd tonight, but I stopped by and talked to Scott first. I wanted to get his opinion on what I should do. I'm sorry for thinking that being away from you would make everything better," he whispers.

Smiling softly, I place my hand on his cheek and reply, "I forgive you. Next time, tell me what is going on. I don't like to be kept in the dark."

He replies, "I know. Again, I'm sorry."

A tisk is heard from behind us. "What a touching apology. It was a good effort Isaac. It was. This would be so much more poetic… if it were half time."

Isaac tries to sit up but groans, "I can't move. The poison. You need to run Mel, I can't protect you."

I grab his hand and help pull him up. "I'm not leaving you," I reply sharply. "Come on, I can lift you a little. Help me get you off of this table. I can drag you a little ways."

"You can't help him darling girl," the voice snarls.

Isaac helps me lift him off of the table and I start to drag his heavy body a little ways away from the men behind us. I can hear them laughing, but I don't stop until I know that we can't go any farther.

He lifts his head to look at me and pleads, "Meladee, please, run away."

I shake my head and turn toward my assailants. They laugh when they realize that I'm not giving up on the werewolf. How dare they laugh at me! "If you want to kill him, you'll have to go through me first."

"Meladee, no!"

My jaw clenches as I get in a fighting stance. "You might be taller than me, and are trained hunters, but I'm not afraid of you. Like I said, if you want to kill him, then you'll have to go through me too."

"So be it," replies the old hunter. He takes a sword from one of his men's hands and raises it up, ready to strike.

Gulping, I get ready to protect myself, when I see a set of golden eyes in the mirror. I hear Isaac chuckle behind me, telling me that he saw the eyes too, and I smirk.

"What's so funny girl?"

Pointing behind the men I retort, "That."

"Huh?" comes a reply from one of the men. He then gets hits from behind – Scott to the rescue.

So! Ya guys like it? XD

I had fun writing this one because the last two episodes are actually my favorite episodes of season 2.

Anyways, there is only one more chapter until this story is over. I will then make a sequel and start off during the summer, maybe... I'm not sure yet.

If you have any ideas about the whole Isaac/Allison thing in the new season, let me know what you guys would like me to do. I heard that in season 3B that Isaac and Allison are supposed to kiss... ugh. I don't know if I should wait until those episodes air and then have Isaac and Meladee break up because of an "is wasn't what it looked like" or what. I'm going to have her be a little jealous, but at the same time be sympathetic towards Allison when her father gets taken in the bank cell. *sighs* Enough rambling! But, like I said, if you have any ideas, message me about them.

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