Derek glances at Aria who is unhappily setting up a cot in what is going to be her home for the night. She glances over her shoulder every so often at Derek, who seems ridden with worry.

"Got something to say?" Aria finally asks, breaking the everlasting silence.

"We're locking Issac in there with you." Derek notes, not bothering to look up at her.

"Yeah, I actually got that memo."

"He has a crush on you."

Aria's cheeks flame. "Used to. He's moved on to Allison."

"Is that what you think?"

"It's what I know." Aria turns around to face Derek, "Are you telling me the great Derek Hale is feeling insecure? Well well, never thought I'd see the day." Aria scratches her chin as if to appear she's deep in thought. "Well damn. Over lil' ol me."

Derek grumbles, "Am not insecure."

"Jealous then." Aria smirks.

Derek glares at her, tossing her the domino bed sheets, "Shut up."

"Jealous it is!" Aria catches them easily, tossing them onto the bed, "Are you worried the Heat isn't going to be a subsection of the Heat? That it's the sexual part of it?"

"I just don't trust Issac. Locking him in a vault with a defenseless teenage girl doesn't seem like the brightest of ideas." Derek scratches his jaw, folding his arms over his chest.

Aria angrily blows air out of her cheeks, "Defenseless? If I recall, I did manage to trip the great Derek Hale, or did you conveniently forget that along with you wanting to turn me only a month or so ago?"

"You need to let that go."

"And you need to let the Issac thing go."

"I have." Derek protests.

"Really?" Aria scoffs, straightening out the bed sheets. "Don't worry about him, it was only a short little fling, nothing more, nothing less."

Derek makes a small growl noise in the back of his throat, "How about we just not talk about this instead?" Aria glances up at him, offering him a small smile, not saying a word, returning to the bed sheets.

So, being locked in a room with a guy who used to have a huge crush on her wasn't her brightest idea. It was all they had though. Issac sits on the other side of the room in a fold out chair, happily texting away while Aria fantasizes about ways to kill Issac and make her grand escape.

She stretches out on the cot, laying her head against the pillows, her knees pointing up at the ceiling. "So tell me, how's the whole Allison thing working out for you?" Aria asks idly.

Issac glances over at her, a smirk forming on his lips, "How's the whole Derek thing working for you?"

Aria turns to glare at him, though she offers a teasing 'I'm kind of pissed now' smile, "I asked you first."

"Well, Scott's my best friend." Issac notes, matter-of-factly.

Aria purses her lips for a second, glancing up at the ceiling, "That could be problematic."

"Could be?"

"Okay, it is problematic. What are you going to do?" She asks. "Magically stop having a crush on Allison?"

"Worked with you."

Aria looks over at him, "Ouch." Then she looks away once more, "Is this night going to be an accumulation of you hating me? I'll tie the noose if you won't."

Issac shakes his head, pursing his lips for a second, "I'm sorry."

"No. I deserve it. For some magical reason, I'm a complete asshole." Aria pulls herself up, her legs dangling off the bed. "The Derek thing, how did you know about that?"

"He threatened me."

Aria laughs, shaking her head, "Of course he did. Which internal organ does he want?"

"He's feeling the intestines."

"His favorite." Aria muses, "When does this heat thing start?"

"When the moon is up."

"When is that?"

Issac shrugs, "Haven't got a clue. We'll probably be figuring it out shortly when the Alphas try to tear in here."

Aria shakes her head, "Yeah, you're not reassuring, at all. You are now the last person I would ever come to for comfort." She announces with a smile on her face, "Though to answer your question, the Derek thing is turning out fine."

"What's your Dad and Stiles think about it?"

"My Dad thinks Derek is a dream and Stiles is stuck in his head for the moment to worry about me." Aria looks away sadly, "How has Allison been? In terms of the sacrifice thing.."

Issac looks at her, "She's gotten a lot better. She can control it now, at least that's what I've seen."

"Why is Stiles the only one getting the bad end of this? It's like they were all drawing straws for their sanity and Stiles got the shortest one." Aria dangles her legs.

"Don't resent Scott and Allison for it."

"I don't."

"You do."

Aria scoffs, "I don't. I just... sometimes I wish it had been one of them instead of him. I don't want to have to go through this again. Same thing happened with my Mom, she didn't know what was real and what wasn't. It's a horrible thing to go through once."

Issac stands up from the fold up chair, walking over to her and sitting on the bed beside her. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be, you couldn't have done anything."

Silence.

Then there's a loud banging noise. Issac glances up at the door, "Stay." He goes over to the door, bracing himself.

"Let me in." Derek shouts through the door.

"No, I have strict orders from you not to open this door!" Issac shouts back.

Aria stands up and Issac turns to look at her, his eyes gold.

"The moon's up." He says weakly. Aria backs into the wall as Issac advances towards her. She knew he couldn't turn her but he could definitely kill her.

"ISSAC!" The shouts and the punches against the door are getting louder and louder as Aria gets cornered by Issac. He places his hands on either side of her head, his eyes glowing.

"Issac, hey, are you in there?" Aria asks weakly as his face gets closer to hers, "You need to listen up, okay? You don't want to rip my throat out because that would just be a horrible thing to do - okay? Issac?"

Issac lowers his face towards her neck and she can feel her instincts kicking in, "I'm sorry." He mutters weakly, his arms snaking around her waist and she cringes waiting for the sound of her flesh in between his teeth but is instead surprised when he kisses her neck.

She laughs because she's so relieved it's that kind of heat rather than 'rip your throat out'.

"Okay, yeah, get off of me." Aria pushes him away and he attacks her again, his lips smashing against hers, forcing her lips open with his tongue. She shoves him off of her again, feeling blood on her lip from where he bit her. His eyes seem to flash an even brighter gold, his lips tainted with her blood. "This is bad, isn't it?" She says just as he lunges at her in full wolf form.

Aria screams and side steps him, sending him smashing into the wall. He attacks her again and she punches him in his wolf face. He gets her onto the ground and she kicks at him. She grabs his arm, twisting it painfully then snapping the wolf-arm in two. He screams in pain, turning away as his arm quickly heals.

She grabs the baseball bat that Stiles left in here for her to use and she swings at the attacking werewolf. She hits him right in the head and he passes out. Aria drops the baseball bat and leans against the door, crying.

"ARIA! ARIA! ARE YOU OKAY?" Derek is shouting frantically through the door.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." She's repeating quietly.

Then she hears the sound of a body hitting the floor.

"It's decision time. You either come out or we kill Derek." She can hear Deucalion's voice through the door. "Tick tock, you only have so long before I just slit his throat and rip you out of there. No more games, Aria. This is it."

Aria stands up.

"Aria, A-Aria, don't come out." Derek weakly calls.

"Shut up." The sound of Derek being hit and spitting out his own blood echos in Aria's mind.

"Tick tock." Deucalion shouts, "You have until the moon goes down!"

Aria takes out her phone, dialing the only person who can help her make the right decision. She dials Stiles's number.

"Hello?" His voice sounds groggy.

"I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place and I need your help." Aria says, close to tears, "Everything's gone wrong, Stiles."

"Aria, Aria, tell me what's wrong."

Aria shakes her head, tears falling down her face, "Deucalion has Derek. I-I have to pick, between me and him."

"Aria, listen to me, no matter what happens - it is not your fault - okay? Aria are yo listening to me?" Stiles's voice sounds urgent, yet soft. "You have to do what's best for you."

"What do you think is best for me Stiles?" She asks.

Stiles bites his lip, "I don't know if I can answer that anymore, Aria. I'm not in the right mental mindset and-"

"Stiles, please."