"He's what?!" Stiles said forcefully.

"Okay, Stiles, just calm down. All I know is that he's just kind of… well I mean he's disappeared." Scott said, not helping one little bit.

"Well why would he do that? He said-" Stiles cut short, thinking maybe he had imagined the 'I love you' that he heard escape Derek's trembling lips. "He wouldn't just leave."

"I know, I know, Boyd and Jackson are trying to figure it out now. Erica's trying to put off calling Peter." Scott said.

Stiles shook his head. No, he couldn't just get up and leave. That's not what Derek does. He did run away from everything after his family. He thought. Then again he knew that Stiles was getting better so why would he leave?

"He… I mean I don't know him like you, but maybe Karissa got to him." Scott said.

"What do you mean? What did she do?" Stiles asked, his throat really starting to hurt now.

"Well… she just kind of… I mean she may have called him toxic or something to that degree." Scott winced a little and Stiles groaned.

"Yeah… he thinks that this is his fault, I bet."

"Well it kind of is, I mean he should have told you and Lydia and-"

"None of this is his fault. Don't blame him." Stiles snapped.

He had no idea where his phone was and started to get cranky.

"Okay, sorry, I'm just saying he shouldn't have let-"

"Scott, I would have gone alone if he had tried to keep me out of it. It's not his fault, it's my own, but he's dealt with enough guilt and he thinks he's doing the best thing." He grunted again knowing that Derek was running because he had said that he loved him and that he feels responsible for almost killing him.

He will never back down from a physical confrontation; he doesn't run from danger or from fear. He runs from anything that makes him care because he's already lost too many things that he blames himself for and he doesn't want to lose another one.

Derek thought that Stiles was the one who knew nothing about him but he was so wrong. Stiles could pick up on things too. He loved Derek and now he knew that he loved him back he was determined to find him.

"Where the fuck is my phone!" He tried to yell but clutched at his throat and winced hard.

"Stiles, you left it with Erica remember? It was totally screwed up from the water." Scott said and Stiles' heart sunk.

Crap. He thought.

"I'll go and get the card off Jackson and we'll find you a new phone if you want." Scott offered.

Stiles just nodded and sat down on the bed, finally starting to think that he shouldn't be talking.

"What's going on up here?" The sheriff stepped in through the opened door and looked from on to the other.

"Oh… Stiles was just being stubborn, I think I should probably let him rest." Scott said.

"Stiles, don't hurt yourself more than you already are." He dad said with a shake of his head.

Stiles nodded a silent 'fine' and lay himself down on his bed.

"Is he alright? I mean other than the throat and the wrist and all?" he whispered to Scott with worry in his eyes.

"Yeah. He's fine. He's just a bit cranky I think." He lied. "I'll see you later." He waved to Stiles and the sheriff clapped him on the back.

"Thanks Scott." He smiled back before heading out to find Jackson.

"Well maybe he's just sick of you lot hanging around here!" Isaac snapped as the frustration at not finding Derek had them all on edge.

"Hey, he has to feed and clothe you like a little kid, maybe he's just done with having to do that!" Erica snarled.

"It's probably because he's stuck listening to the two of you bicker!" Jackson said.

"Would all of you just shut up? This isn't some crappy stupid reason, this is Derek and he'll have a damn good reason for it." Boyd said, making them all shake their heads and sigh.

"I agree." They all spun around to see Scott standing in the doorway. "By the way Jackson I need Stiles' phone card."

"We checked his house right? In the woods?" Erica asked.

"Obviously, yes." Isaac said.

"I'll get it from Lydia tonight." Jackson said. "It doesn't matter where we look, he's an alpha and if he doesn't want to be found then he's not going to be found."

"You know, I hate to admit it but I actually think he's right." Isaac said.

"So what the hell do we do?" Boyd said with a grunt.

"Actually I think we're left with the last resort option." Isaac sighed.

"And what's that? Just ignore the problem until it goes away?" Erica snapped.

"No, I think we need to call Peter." Isaac said.

Everyone let out groans. That really was the last resort.

"Do you really think he'll know anything? Derek hates that guy." Jackson said.

"Well, a few weeks ago I overheard them talking down here while I was upstairs. I think Peter was trying to convince him to leave Beacon Hills."

"What?" Boyd asked. "Why would he ask that?"

"He wanted to be like family again, to leave the place behind and leave- and leave his trigger behind too because it was going to destroy him sooner or later." Isaac sighed.

"Peter doesn't care about anyone but himself. I don't buy his family crap. I mean come on, didn't he kill his own niece?" Erica asked.

"Yeah, he killed Derek's sister Laura before he even came back. He only came back here because he hadn't heard from her." Scott clarified.

"Damn…" Jackson said.

"He got back and he heard the police had found half of a woman's body and so he searched the woods until he found her and then he buried her by the house."

"She's not still buried there is she?" Jackson asked.

"No, me and Stiles kind of dug her up." Scott said, realising that it sounded pretty damn awful in the current context.

"Dude, that's a little creepy." Jackson said.

"Hey, at the time we thought Derek was the crazy psycho killer, not his uncle. Besides, he buried her in a spiral of wolfs bane. You know, symbol for revenge?"

"That doesn't mean that he would never leave with Peter, he's the only family he has left." Boyd said.

"So that's it then, we have to call Peter." Erica shook her head, very clearly not impressed.

"There's got to be another option." Jackson grumbled. "I hate that guy."

"Whatever the options are I think we should just leave Stiles alone until his throat heals, because you know him, he'll never shut up." Scott said.

"So he'll have no Derek, no friends and no voice. That sounds a little cruel." Erica said.

"Since when do you care?" Jackson asked.

"He saved my life which is more than I can say for any of you." She snapped.

"Hey, we went out and collected you from the woods after he hid you somewhere impossible to find." Jackson pointed to himself and Boyd.

"Well it'd better that no one found me than if that thing found me. She's still out there by the way. I would have healed even if I wasn't in the hospital." She said.

"Can we try not to fight among ourselves please?" Scott said. "I think he needs some time with his dad anyway, we sort of took over the hospital for a while there."

"He's got a point." Boyd agreed.

"So then we'll call Peter, what's the worst thing that could come out of that?" Isaac said.

"He'd want to stick around to 'help'?" Jackson said.

"Please, if he's not with Derek then he's probably glad he's gone." Erica rolled her eyes.

Jackson left shortly after to get Stiles' phone off Lydia. Erica and Boyd went out to the woods to check at Derek's old house again. Scott didn't think it would do any of them any good but it made them feel a little better to have double checked.

It left Isaac and Scott alone at Derek's loft, trying to think of a way to call Peter and ask him about Derek without giving him the upper hand. Isaac however was a little distracted.

His eyes followed Scott around the loft as he paced back and forth. He bit down on his bottom lip thinking about the day before and how he wanted more of him. Isaac could feel himself getting slightly more restricted in his jeans and Scott swallowed hard.

"Isaac, I think you should focus on this and not… other things." He said, trying to avoid his eyes as the smell of Isaac's arousal flooded the room.

Isaac's mind was invaded with many other things and he smiled arrogantly as Scott looked increasingly more uncomfortable.

"Isaac…" He said, trying not to imagine the feel of his lips against his skin.

Isaac stood up and walked over to Scott who turned around and backed up. "Why shouldn't I?"

"We've got to figure this out and you're not helping." Scott backed up further, bumping into the wall. "Seriously Isaac, this isn't a good idea."

Isaac smiled. "You don't want to?"

"No." Scott said, his heartbeat pumping faster for a moment.

"Really? So you don't want me to get any closer?" Isaac said and Scott shook his head. "Are you saying that yesterday wasn't good for you?"

Scott bit his lip and swallowed while Isaac just smirked. His eyes trailed slowly down to Scott's mouth, his tongue wetting his lips and making Isaac's body throb.

"If you are then you're a dirty rotten liar." He grinned as his hands roughly grabbed Scott's belt, unbuckling it and pulling it from the loops.

Scott's jaw dropped slightly and Isaac's gaze was strong, his lips pulled up in a half smile as he slowly dropped to his knees. Scott's breathing got deeper and he tilted his head back. Isaac pushed up the hem of his shirt, his palms grazing Scott's taut stomach before his lips pressed against it.

His tongue ran down from below his navel until it reached the button on his jeans. He looked up to see Scott with his parted lips pressing himself back against the wall with his eyes closed. He grinned again as he gave the jeans a tug and the button popped, making it easier to slip down the zipper.

With a quick yank Scott's jeans were falling down around his ankles. The bulge in his boxers had grown substantially and Isaac lowered them just enough to slide his tongue down his V lines, making Scott's breathing get even louder.

One of his hands left the wall and grabbed Isaac's hair, making him growl seductively.

"You still want me to back off?" Isaac laughed and Scott looked down with glowing yellow eyes.

They were hungry, needy, he wanted Isaac to keep going and if he tried to stop he probably wouldn't let him. Isaac had no intention of stopping.

He slowly removed Scott's boxers, his cock standing to attention as Isaac licked his lips. His hands locked on the back of Scott's thighs as he let this tongue very gently caress the tip, making him close his eyes with a choked moan.

His lips covered him, sucking softly and Scott threw back his head.

"Shit…" He breathed and Isaac took more and more of him in until his lips were bracing and Scott was halted at the back of his throat.

His other hand locked itself in Isaac's hair and he slowly guided his lips back and forth, giving him gentle pumps of his hips.

Isaac pulled back and looked up. "You don't need to restrain yourself, I can handle it." He said through his panting.

Scott nodded and when he wrapped his lips around again Scott pulled him in harder, drawing a moan from the both of them. The vibrations from Isaac's throat made Scott gasp and he felt a familiar blissful pressure building inside him.

"Isaac…" He huffed.

He didn't stop, even when Scott tried to pull him back, he just swirled his tongue around the tip and Scott let out a strangled groan.

"Isaac… stop…" He said, not meaning it at all.

He knew what that meant and he sped up his pace, making Scott's groans get sharper and faster, louder, and his grip in Isaac's hair tightened until he couldn't hold it in any more.

His elated groan echoed through the loft as he came, Isaac taking it in and swallowing it until he felt Scott's shaking legs start to give out.

He pulled away and wiped his mouth as he stood up to face Scott, who had beads of sweat on his brow and his eyes still closed.

"See, now wasn't that a welcome distraction?" He grinned and Scott laughed.

He opened his eyes and shook his head, reaching down to pull his jeans back on. "Yeah, but we're supposed to be focussing." He smiled.

Isaac shrugged. "One little moment of lapse isn't going to change things."

Scott gave him another smile before leaning in to kiss his lips gently. Isaac slipped his hands around Scott's waist as their lips parted with one another to let the kiss deepen.

"I don't know what this means." Scott said as he tore his lips away.

Isaac's head leant against Scott's and he looked down into his eyes. "Well, I think you know how I feel."

"Do I?"

"I care about you… a lot." He said, exposing more than he already had.

"I care about you." Scott said.

"So why do we have to try and label anything?" He shrugged. "I mean, I really… you…" He couldn't quite think of the words to say.

What was he supposed to say? I love you? He couldn't just come out and say it. It was the truth but Scott didn't love him back, that much he knew.

And Scott didn't love him, he cared about Isaac, like he said, but things were more complicated for him. He still had Allison to think about and Isaac knew that she played a part in it all too.

Isaac sighed. "Just… just don't worry about it." He unlocked himself from Scott's arms and pulled away.

"You're thinking about Allison aren't you?" He said.

"You're in love with her Scott. I don't know how that could never figure into this." He tried not to let the hurt show on his face so he turned away from him.

"It does, but she hasn't even sent me a message since we broke up, let alone given me any clue that she might still want me. I've kind of started trying to stop thinking about her."

"How's that going for you?" Isaac said a little bitterly.

"Actually… thinking about you makes it easier." Scott shuffled his feet a little and Isaac turned back to face him.

"Yeah?"

Scott nodded. "I like you Isaac, I mean, you know, I like you, it's just that I've never wanted something like this before."

Isaac shrugged again. "How about we just do whatever feels right? You know, in the moment."

Scott smiled, "yeah, yeah I like that."

Isaac felt his heart give a little flutter and bit his lip.

Their moment was ruined when Scott's phone started to go off in his pocket. He rummaged around for it and looked at the caller ID.

"It's Erica." He said and pressed the green answer button. "What's going on?"

Erica and Boyd had gone down to the old house in the woods in search of Derek. Boyd was sceptical but Erica was still determined to find him.

"I don't know why you expect this to be any different than last time." Boyd said.

"I don't, but I can't just do nothing." She said as she walked over some branches and into the clearing before the house. "Derek!" She yelled.

"Hey, why do you have to do that?" Boyd asked.

"Derek if you're there I'm serious, you better come out here right now!"

"Yeah, that's going to work." Boyd shook his head.

"Well what's your great idea?" she hissed, throwing up her arms.

"You know that you only got out of hospital a few days ago. You sure you're up to this?" She gave him a dark stare and he rolled his eyes. "Well fine, but that still doesn't help us finding Derek."

"So that's what the two of you are doing out here, all alone." They spun around to see Peter standing smugly with his hands in his pockets.

"Where is he?" Erica growled, trying to storm over to him but Boyd held her back.

"Erica!" He said.

Peter's brow furrowed and he tilted his head. "Is he missing? Funny, I hadn't noticed."

Erica broke free from Boyd and gave Peter a look. "I'm calling Scott." She said, pulling out her phone.

Peter nodded and went on just casually looking around at the forest, smiling up at the tops of the trees. Boyd raised an eyebrow at him; he had never experienced such a strange little man.

Scott answered the phone on the fifth ring. "What's going on?"

"Peter's here, and he'll probably want to talk to you, so…" She held out the phone to him and he walked over slowly to take it.

"Hello, is this Scott?" He said and Erica's nostrils flared wildly.

"You know it is. Where's Derek?" He said.

Erica and Boyd had their ears trained in to the conversation. "I'm afraid you won't be seeing him for a while, a long while if I'm not mistaken."

"What have you done?"

"He's finally come to his senses and left that pathetic little trigger of his. I think we both know that it is what's best for the both of them."

"No it's not. Derek wouldn't just leave his pack." Scott growled.

"No? He's an alpha, he can find another pack if he wants to, and this time it won't be a bunch of obnoxious teenagers."

"You forget that you're the one who turned me."

"Yes, when I was half way out of my mind." Peter smiled.

"You're still half way out of your mind." Peter chuckled and shook his head.

"We're leaving Beacon Hills Scott, there's nothing you can do to change it. You might want to tell Stiles that Derek sends his apologies but these things don't last forever."

Scott and Isaac gave each other nervous looks, as did Boyd and Erica. "Why?" Scott asked.

"Well because this place is a prison, and Derek needs to get out of here and start fresh Besides, one or more of you would probably end up dead if he stayed, death seems to chase him around when he's here."

"If you're leaving with him then why are you here?" Erica called, shaking her head.

"To give you all a message. Stop looking for him, he's moving on. Now it's been nice chatting to you Scott but I have some packing to do." He hung up the phone and threw it back to Erica. "Sorry to disappoint you." He gave her a little smile that contradicted his apology.

Erica growled but Boyd held her back as Peter turned to walk away, his smile growing even more with every step he took.

"Let me go." She said.

"He's not worth it." Boyd said and Erica stopped struggling.

"So that's it huh? He's just gone?" She asked.

"I guess so." Boyd said with a sigh.

Scott hung up the phone after hearing the tone and put the phone back into his pocket.

"Did… did he just say that Derek's leaving Beacon Hills?" Isaac asked.

"I think so."

"So what does that mean?" Isaac said, starting to get worried.

"I don't know, but I do know that telling Stiles is going to harder than anything else." Scott sighed and Isaac reached out to him.

Scott let him take him in his arms and they stood there holding one another while he wondered how the hell he was going to tell Stiles.

"Hello, Derek? Uh, it's me. I was just… I mean where are you? Look, I know I've called a few times already and left a few messages but I just want to know what's going on here. Um, call me when you get this, please? Uh, it's Stiles… but you knew that… I –"

Derek sighed as he deleted another message from his phone. He turned it off and put it down on the cold hard bench as he put his head in his hand.

"Are you still ignoring him then?" Deaton asked as he shifted his glasses on his nose.

"It's better for both of us." Derek said stoically.

"Are you sure?"

Derek sighed, no he wasn't sure. Of course he wasn't sure, but he knew that he couldn't keep putting Stiles in danger and he would rather sacrifice his own happiness than see him die.

"Yes."

"And the rest of your pack?"

"This is something that you and me need to do, not them. Two of them have already been in the hospital so I need to sort this out before one of them dies." He grunted. "Are you almost finished?"

"Very nearly…" Deaton said as he poured a few drops into a vial. "You should give them more credit Derek."

"I don't want one of them dead. Better me than them." He said with a dark look in his eyes.

"So are you going to tell them what you're doing?"

"I'm not leaving them for good. Just until we get rid of this Maeve."

"Well, I do have to say that I admire your nobility." Deaton said.

The two were working together to get rid of Karissa's sister without killing her. He had given her his word, and killing her would without doubt make her come after Stiles directly. He couldn't have that.

So for now he would avoid the pack and sort this out, and he and Stiles couldn't be together if he wanted to keep him safe. He had no idea that Peter was feeding them lies, or his reasons for doing so.

Deaton had been sworn to secrecy, admitting that this creature was better dealt with subtly. It was even possible that Karissa had found her and warned her. Either way this was going to be over before he saw them again.

Derek knew that Stiles was going to call again, and it took all of his willpower not to call him back. This is for his safety, I'm nothing but a dangerous liaison for him. Derek thought.

"Well then, shall we get started?" Deaton asked.

Derek looked up and nodded. "Let's get this done."