"Leave?" Isaac was taken by surprise. "What do you mean leave?"

Scott sat up on his right forearm and looked down at Isaac. "Leave Beacon Hills."

"Scott, I-"

"You always say how you wish you could just settle down and relax for a while without someone trying to kill you. Well….. let's do it!"

Isaac didn't know what to say. It is something he's thought about. Would Scott really do it? Run away with him? "Where would we go?"

Scott smiled, "Does it matter? We can go anywhere and everywhere, Isaac."

Isaac stared at Scott for a moment. Then, gently, grasped the back of Scott's head and brought him down for a kiss. "Worth a shot, right?" Isaac said quietly, Scott inches from his face, and smiled.

"Definitely," Scott said with a small smile and gently kissed Isaac again. Scott lay back down next to Isaac and wrapped an arm over his chest. They laid there for a while, letting the small breeze blow over them.

"So how long are we planning on staying out here?" Isaac asked.

"Well, I brought a big blanket and we already have pillows. Wanna stay the night?"

Isaac was a little hesitant. "And what if we get attacked by wild animals while we're sleeping?"

Scott laughed. Isaac could feel the vibration travel through his torso where Scott lay. "We're werewolves, Isaac. We'll kick their ass!"

Isaac laughed too, "I have no doubt about that."

After that Scott pulled out the big blanket and wrapped him and Isaac up tightly.

"Good night, Isaac." Scott whispered.

"Good night, Scott." Isaac replied.

"I love you," Scott said as he closed his eyes.

"I know," Isaac said. "I love you too."

"I know," said Scott and he drifted off.

Isaac couldn't sleep. Thoughts were rushing through his head. Did he mean what he said? Where could we go that our lives wouldn't catch up? Can we really leave Beacon Hills behind? Isaac couldn't imagine Scott leaving his friends and family. They meant too much to him and Isaac couldn't let him do that.

After finally settling himself Isaac was able to sleep. When he woke he found himself wrapped around Scott, spooning. It was still pretty early. The sun wasn't even up, yet the sky was lighting up.

Dew covered the ground around them and there was a chill in the air. Isaac pulled the blanket more tightly around them.

Scott made a sound as he woke, eyes still closed. "Good morning!"

"Morning," Isaac said softly.

Isaac unlatched himself from Scott and got up to check for any leftover food. There were a few grapes left and an apple in one of the baskets. He pulled them out and walked over to the cooler to retrieve two waters. He walked back over to the blanket as Scott rolled over to look at him. "Breakfast of champions," Isaac said with a smile as he sat back down.

"Definitely," Scott returned his smile.

Half an hour later, when they had finished eating and packed everything up, they walked back to the bike. Scott brought a duffle bag to help. Thank God, Isaac thought. There was no way in hell I was going to carry all that.

"Thank you for this," Isaac said to Scott when they reached the bike. "It was really great."

"My pleasure," Scott said with a grin.

They got on the bike, Scott in front Isaac on the back, and made their way back into town. It was still pretty early so there wasn't any traffic again. They rode past the high school for one last look before they left.

"Will you miss it?" Isaac asked.

"I don't know," Scott said. "A lot's happened here."

"We'll come back," Isaac promised. "One day." Isaac laid a reassuring hand on Scott's shoulder.

Scott only nodded his head and they rode off.

They pulled into their driveway and got off the bike.

"Think your mom's still home?" Isaac asked.

"Yeah," Scott said. "It's her day off."

They walked up the steps to the front door and went inside. It was quiet in the house, Isaac couldn't hear anyone in the house. "Is she still asleep?" Isaac asked.

"It's eight-thirty. She's usually up by six. Mom!" Scott shouted into the house. "Mom!" he shouted again. He looked at the stairs and Scott's face was almost unrecognizable from the boy Isaac had just seen moments before, outside. He went white and the look on his face was fear.

Scott raced up the stairs leaving Isaac confused and concerned. Scott searched every upstairs room yelling for his mother before returning downstairs.

"Scott, what's wrong?" Isaac asked. "You're scaring me."

Scott only gestured toward the staircase. On the first step were two small claw marks covered in blood.