Hello! Here's the next chapter for this episode. I'm really excited for tomorrow's episode though. I heard it will be the first episode out of the three seasons to get a "viewer's discretion" advisory and that just makes me so freaking excited. I seriously can't wait for tomorrow! Anyways: enjoy :) !

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The bus jerked to a halt.

Traffic had build up in front of them, the endless line of cars could be seen from everyone's seat. Isaac ignored Coach Finstock's aggressive threats he lashed out at the poor driver as each one become more disgusting and illogical by the second. Isaac took out his phone and checked out the traffic news on the internet.

"There's a jackknifed tractor a few miles ahead," he read from his phone and soon puts it away. He then glanced at Boyd's way. "Could miss the meet."

Isaac did a double take as he noticed the sharp claws that gripped tightly on the leather seat. The curly-haired werewolf now sensed his friend's anger, the powerful emotion just radiating off from his muscular body.

"Boyd?" Isaac tried to called his attention. "Boyd."

He received nothing but snarls. Boyd then slowly eyed at where Danny and Ethan sat, the pair not to far from him. Yellow orbs now shined brightly in the light and Isaac began to panic and he could also feel Scott's pulse rising at the danger that was brewing.

Scott shot up from his seat, ignoring the pain that flashed through his body. Stiles didn't know what was happening, and was confused by his best friend's actions.

"What, what…Scott? Where are you going?"

"Boyd," Scott breathed out from his hoarse throat. His hand had latched against the bus seat in front of them, holding it to keep his balance. "He's going to do something."

Now it was Stiles turn to panic while crouching above his seat. He also realized that Scott wanted to go ahead and stopped, but in the condition he was in: it was a no go in his book.

"Okay, what?" Stiles exclaimed in a hushed tone. "How do you know?"

"Look at his hands," Scott explained and the sarcastic teen did as told. His hazel eyes widen as he noticed the claws on them and in plain sight. He was surprised that the person sitting behind him didn't see it. Scott didn't want to waste anymore time as he could sense Boyd's anger growing at a rapid pace. His body was shaking violently, the invisible steam flowing away from the hot-tempered werewolf. Scott knew that Boyd could no longer control himself anymore, so he pushed himself out of his seat and onto the thin aisle.

Scott continued to hold a hand on his bleeding wound as he shuffled painfully down the rows. No one paid any attention to him, their minds focused on something else. Scott had wished he could have that luck that everyone else had right now.

Focusing on something else.

But he can't. It was too difficult for him right now.

I don't know what else to do.

His hand grasped the next seat.

Do I keep trying to get them to listen to me?

His vision had become blurry and everything was swaying side to side.

Do I tell Derek that he's going to get them all killed?

His droopy eyes had came, but Scott fought against himself to push them away.

How do you save someone who doesn't want to be saved?

His sneakers felt like large weights, each step becoming heavier and difficult than before.

How do I stop them?

How do I, Scott thought to himself. That was until he heard Deaton's voice break through his miserable state of mind.

Don't stop them, he remembered his advice. Lead them.

Scott finally reached to where Boyd sat.

The tan werewolf's own claws had emerged as soon as he grabbed on to Boyd's hand. He had forced the dark-skinned teen to transform back, but Boyd was now pissed. The glow in his eyes had disappeared in a flash and Scott crouched down so he level Boyd's gaze.

"Let go," he seethed at Scott. His whole body was shaking like a volcano, the poor werewolf ready to erupt any second now. Isaac simply sat quietly behind the two, but his hand also held Boyd back.

"You got a plan?" Scott demanded him. Boyd glanced at the pair with hatred and Scott challenged the werewolf. "Tell me your brilliant plan, and I'll let go."

Their eyes met in an intense stare-off, the hot breath hitting Scott's face. He didn't let that bother him, but his asymmetrical face waited for Boyd's brilliant plan.

"What are you going to do? Kill him," he mocked his potential 'idea'. "Right here? And then what? What are you going to do after that?"

"I don't care," Boyd growled and lunged forward like a wild animal. Isaac and Scott held the furious teen back. Boyd harshly tried to pull away from their tight grasped, the seats around them vibrating from the blows it was receiving. Quick pants escaped from Boyd's mouth, his eyes still wild and eager to kill.

Eager to kill Ethan.

"I do," Scott stated honestly as he dared to gaze into Boyd's dark, brown eyes. Isaac's blue orbs observed Scott's body and he picked up the large dark red stain on his white shirt.

"Whoa, whoa," Isaac piped up from behind, leaning his head closer. "You're still hurt."

Boyd finally snapped out of his killer state as he took a look at Scott's bloody wound. Isaac was right, Scott was still hurt and not even healing. It was confusing for the two betas that sat together since their wounds were healed hours ago, but Scott's are not.

Scott held a brave face.

"I'm fine," he grunted at them, but it seemed difficult for Scott to even say that simple phrase. "Give me a chance to figure something out, something that doesn't have to end with someone else dying."

Boyd finally agreed, falling back into his seat with his tempered now cooled. Isaac patted his shoulder for encouragement, but the two beta werewolves let their eyes follow Scott as he limped his way back to his seat.

Isaac banged his head softly against the leather chair as his blue eyes stared off outside the window. His mind went back to this morning, how Scott told him about Lucy acting the way she is just like when her parents divorced. Isaac did worried for her as he wanted to help out in some way.

To support her.

But he doesn't know where to begin.

Why was she acting this way, Isaac though to himself.

What caused it?

She seemed perfectly fine last night. It was like a switch had turned on inside.

Beep sounds emerged from behind.

Isaac rose an eyebrow at it, but shrugged it away. He focused his attention back out the window, although the chimes increased in speed. They came every second, the noise growing an annoyance on Isaac.

The werewolf had a feeling it was Stiles' idea.

Horns honked from behind.

From the front.

Heck, even from the side, but Lucy knew she was exaggerating at this point. The whole road was one straight line. An endless, straight line and her patience was wearing thin as each minute passed by her. She had already finished the small raisin box and with her anger rising, she used the box as a stress reliever.

Lydia's phone rang into the silent car.

Allison rested her head on her window, her bored eyes not even blinking as she was becoming tired on being stuck in this torturous traffic. Lydia's shoulders tensed as it was Stiles calling and she quickly answered it.

"Hey, Stiles," her voice pitched high in the lie. Lucy held her drowsy head in her hands, her body curled in front. "Yeah, we're just about to walk into a movie, uh, you know, the popcorn and-"

She froze before letting out a sigh in defeat while putting her phone on speaker. She held the device in the middle so that all three could listen in. Lucy lifted her head up as her eyes landed on Lydia's phone and heard Stiles' voice.

"Okay, look," he began through the phone. "Scott's still hurt."

Lucy was now confused as she grasped Lydia's wrist in order to bring it closer to her.

"What do you mean he's still hurt?" Lucy asked in a worried tone. "Wasn't it supposed to heal hours ago?"

"Actually, what Lucy said," Allison agreed from her seat. "He's not healing?"

"No, he's not healing. I think he's actually getting worse," he answered with a heavy sigh. "The blood's turning, like, a black color."

"This doesn't make any sense," Lucy huffed loudly. Her sister instincts were slowly taking over her as she began to worry for Scott's health. As Lydia demanded on what was wrong with her brother, Lucy began to bite her nails nervously.

"What's wrong with him?" Stiles repeated her question in a baffled tone. "I don't…Do I have a PhD in lycanthropy? How am I supposed to know that?"

Lucy rolled her eyes at him and his comment. As Allison suggested to get Scott off the bus, Lucy was rummaging through her phone in order to contact Scott. She needed to talk to him this instant as it was an emergency.

As she was dialing his phone, he didn't seem to pick up and Lucy groaned into her hands. Was Scott in too much pain not to answer her? Was he dying right now? No, Stiles was with him and he wouldn't not let him die. Lucy then reminded Allison about a rest stop nearby and Allison nodded.

"Stiles," she called out to him. "There's a rest area about a mile up. Tell the coach to pull over."

"Yeah, I've been trying."

"Well, reason with him."

"Reason?" He exclaimed through the phone. "Have you met this guy?"

Lucy gestured Lydia to pass her the phone and the blonde did. As the female McCall held the phone, she took it off speaker and placed it against her phone.

"Stiles," she growled, her throat somewhat dried. "You have dealt with Coach Finstock for what? A year or something? Just do something!"

Lucy pinched the bridge of her nose, mumbling a few curse words.

"Then freaking rant him to death! Heck, injure someone on that bus!" She then pulled the phone away from her face and held it close to her mouth. "Just. Do. Something!"

And with that: she hung up.

"Coach," Stiles spoke with determination at the insane teacher. "It's five minutes for a bathroom break, okay? We've been on this thing for, like, three hours-"

Finstock blew into his whistle.

"It's sixty miles to the next rest stop-"

He blew it again.

"Being cooped up for hours is not good-"

And again.

"You know, our bladders aren't exactly-"

And again.

"This is-"

Blow.

"Can you-"

Whistle.

"Please-"

Blow.

"Let me talk!" Stiles complained at him and Coach Finstock blew the whistle again as he laughed at the boy's face. "Every time-"

The whistle was blown harder and longer. Stiles facial expression mirrored the sound, the two were in sync with each other. The coach then spat out the whistle, his face completely red.

"Get back to your seat, Stilinski!"

"Okay!"

Coach Finstock jumped from the sudden scream that came from the lanky boy. He shook his head and stared down at the timid guy who wore the glasses.

"Jared, keep your eyes on the horizon," he ordered him and turned around to the front of the bus. Stiles froze and slowly glanced at Jared's way. An idea soon formed inside his head and Stiles immediately plopped down at the empty space near Jared. The scared boy shivered at the new company as he held the queasy stomach down.

"Hey, Jared," Stiles greeted him. "How you doing?"

His face would have made the Grinch who stole Christmas proud.

Allison parked her car as the bus stopped at the rest area. The three girls rushed out from the vehicle, but Lucy was much faster in speed. She spotted Stiles supporting the barely conscious Scott and Lucy ran towards their way.

"Oh god, Scott," Lucy muttered under her breath as she took her brother's left side. Lifting his weak arm around her shoulders, the two carried Scott to the bathroom with Allison and Lydia hot on their heels. The heels on Lucy's ankled boots clicked against the titled floor of the smelly bathroom and she helped Stiles settled Scott in between the two sinks.

Scott cried in pain, his face in full torture and Lucy was heartbroken. Allison crouched in front of Scott, her hands slowly lifting up his shirt. Lucy covered her mouth as her eyes widen in fear at the sight of her brother's injury. There was blood oozing out from everywhere, some was dried, but he was still dying as no sign of healing was shown.

"Oh my god," Allison was stunned at the sight. "Why didn't you tell us?"

Scott managed to hold a small smile. "Sorry."

Allison gave him a hurt, but faint smile as she whispered something to him that Lucy couldn't hear. As soon as the huntress stood to her full height, she walked towards the others. Lucy, though, didn't want to be part of their conversation as she had to be with her brother.

Allison understood Lucy's actions, the three of them watched as the girl knelt on both knees. Lucy held both Scott's hands, her fingers feeling the rough palms he had. Scott's head slightly moved and he struggled to keep his eyes open.

"Lucy…" his voice was hoarse and tired.

"It's okay, Scott," she comfort him with a gentle smile, but she felt tears formed inside her eyes. "You're going to be fine. We're here to help you."

Scott hummed in response, his tongue licked his dried mouth.

"My…my fault…" he whispered at his sister. "Derek…dead…my fault…"

"No it's not, Scott," she told him as her hands cupped his face, making him face her. The twins stared at each other, the brown eyes the two shared was like a mirror. "It's not your fault. You didn't do anything wrong last night."

Scott didn't say anything, but his breathing was heavy.

"Promise me you'll get through this," she quivered at him. "Promise me, Scott."

"I promise…"

Lucy kissed his cheek lightly and held one of his hands. Stiles fell next to where she sat and a sea of towel papers surround her. Stiles began to roughly ripped them apart into small pieces and Lucy helped him out to make the process quicker. Allison stood above them as she heated the needle in order for it to become disinfected. Stiles left after he was finished, but Lucy stayed where she was as she tried to keep Scott conscious.

"He's going to need another shirt," Allison ordered them as she burned the needle. "Where's his bag?"

"Um, I'm gonna get it," Stiles offered. "I hate needles anyway, so…" he made his way to the exit, but decided to ask a question. "Do you know what you're doing?"

"Yeah. My father taught me."

"I mean, how fast are you gonna…" Stiles rushed a hand through his hair in a frantic motion. "I mean, the bus, like, the bus could leave."

Allison snapped her head at them. "Well, you just make sure it doesn't leave."

"I can help," Lydia pulled Stiles with her out of the bathroom. "Come one."

Lucy stood up in order to give Allison the space she needed. The tan girl simply was behind Allison, her hands together in a ball. She pierced down into the girl's head and Allison felt it. The brunette turned around to face Lucy.

"You're going to fix him, right?" She whimpered at her with wet eyes. "He's going to be better, right, Allison."

"He will," she spoke softly to her. "He's going to be fine."

Lucy nodded and began to walk out. She stopped for a brief moment at the doorway, her eyes watched as Allison moved in a quick, but safe pace. The girl shuts her eyes and inhaled a sharp breath to calm down.

She trusted Allison on this.

She had to.

Sunlight caused Lucy to shield her eyes with her hand.

Lucy walked away from the bathroom and noticed Stiles and Lydia standing near the yellow bus with jumpy eyes. They all knew the time was ticking, and ticking fast until Coach Finstock called every to get on the bus. They hoped that Allison would finish before that, but with the damaged that was done to him, they weren't sure how long it would take.

The wind blew her skirt, making it sway slowly and Lucy's boots stomped the grass underneath. As she made her way towards Lydia and Stiles, her arm was grabbed by someone's hand. Lucy spun around to come face to face with Isaac. The blue-eyed werewolf was completely worried and concerned for her.

"Lucy, what's going on?" He asked her and the girl simply embrace him for a moment. Isaac's arms wrapped around her waist, holding his girlfriend as she buried her face into his chest. Lucy then pulled away with tiny tears on her face.

"Scott…he's hurt," she hiccuped and Isaac's hand rubbed her back in a soothing motion. He then cradled the crying girl in a protective motion as he made sure no one came any inch towards them. "Allison is inside and stitching him up."

"Why stitching him up?"

"He's not letting himself heal," she sniffed at him, her eyes twinkled with wet tears. "He's blaming himself…"

"For what?"

"Derek's death," Stiles' voice piped up at the couple. Lydia stood beside him, as well as Boyd, as she carried all the bags from Allison's car. Stiles stared at Isaac, his face completely stone cold. "He thinks that Derek's death is his fault. He feels guilty and that's why he's not letting his body heal."

Isaac snapped.

His blue eyes scanned for the devil himself. He spotted him, not to far away and his mouth formed a snarl as he watch him interact with Danny. Ethan was dangerous and Danny shouldn't get caught in the crossfire. Ethan was also one of the reasons why Scott was like this. His stupid pack caused this, and it also made Lucy cry as she worried Scott might have died.

"He's going to get it," Isaac growled as he eyes turned golden. Lucy lifted her head to look at him and he looked down with his eyes still glowing.

"Isaac, please don't," she pleaded with him, but the boy made up his mind. His arms slid away from her, the warm left her body and Lucy panicked. "Isaac, please don't do this!"

It was no use.

She watched as he marched over to where Ethan was, the alpha leaned against the tree. He acknowledge Isaac with a curtly nod, but the smirk never left his face. Lucy's feet seemed to have been glued on the ground because she couldn't move them as Isaac tackled Ethan to the floor.

The beta began to throw vicious punches at his face. Blood seeped out from Ethan's mouth, but the alpha still kept the manic smile. As Isaac unleashed his fury, Lydia tapped Lucy's arm for her attention. Lucy snapped out of her stunned state and snapped her head at the strawberry-blonde girl to see her pointing at the bathroom.

Lucy's eyes widen in miracle as she witness Allison help Scott walk out of the bathroom. Her feet sprint across the small field and grabbed Scott's arm.

"You're alive," she cried with joy and Scott managed to chuckle at his sister. Lucy lifted his arm and placed it over her shoulder in order to help out Allison.

"Is he okay?" Lydia yelled at Allison. She then reached Scott. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he answered her and Lucy handed Lydia the duffle bag to her. "Where's Stiles?"

"Trying to stall coach." Lydia tried to balance the bag she now carried, the girl seemed like a pack mule for a moment. She then leaned her head closer. "We still don't have gas."

"I'm not leaving him," Allison stated as she and Lucy continued to walk towards the yellow bus.

"Then we have to leave the car."

"Sounds good," Allison agreed, trying to move faster. Lucy noticed Lydia slow down in shock and the girl turned her head around.

"It's useless anyways!" She yelled at her. Lucy grunted softly as she and Allison were trying to get back on the bus. Even with the extra help, the heavy weight of her brother's proved a challenge for her. The sounds of commotion reached her ears as well as her brother's and Allison's. The three noticed Stiles just standing by himself, the human boy not knowing what to do at this point. Scott yelled after him.

"Stiles, what's happening?"

"They went after him," Stiles answered as he ran to him. "I told 'em what was happening with you and they just went after him."

It was Scott's turn to freak out. "Who, Boyd?"

"No, it's Isaac," Lucy told her brother and Scott needed to stop it. He couldn't let Isaac lose control in front of all these people. It might be just what Ethan had wanted them to do. To lose their control and focus. The four finally reached the large tree where Ethan was, the alpha werewolf now on the ground floor. Isaac's punches came in a brutal pace, his face harden with anger and his eyes gleamed with a sadistic emotion. Danny tried to stop the teen boy, his arms grabbing Isaac's torso and pulling him away from Ethan. Isaac broke free from the grasp and Danny stumbled back from the hard blow he had received.

"Back off!" Coach yelled at his student although he couldn't touch him. For once, the coach was slightly afraid from one of his players. Scott emerged from the crowd, his eyes wide as saucers as he watched Isaac continue to beat up Ethan.

"Isaac!" He roared loud enough for him to stop. Isaac's fist remained in the air, but his other hand gripping Ethan's collar loosen. Lucy didn't say a word when everything went quiet as a mouse. That soon ended with indistinct whispers flying around the crowd. She stood beside her brother while her brown eyes stared at her boyfriend.

Isaac's chest was heaving heavily. The sun's light shined on top of him making his features stand out more. Lucy wasn't sure what to feel about Isaac. She was proud that Isaac wanted to exact revenge on Ethan, but at the same time: the way he handle the situation annoyed her. She noticed that Isaac was very impulsive, never thinking and instead using action.

It will be the death of him one day.

"Someone get the first aid kit," Coach Finstock blew his whistle. "Everyone else: back in the bus. Now, people, let's go!"

Lucy glanced quickly at her brother before leaving his side. She quietly approached Isaac with her arms hugging herself. His eyes locked with her, the sunlight made her hair shine brighter and the light breeze moved her small curls around. She gestured him to follow her inside the bus and Isaac did as told.

She climbed the three steps into the bus, her eyes analyzing each person silently. Isaac remained behind her, his finger pointed to the seat where he sat. Lucy shuffled down the aisle before reaching their destination. She slid next to the window while Isaac's body lightly slammed against hers. Boyd knew what was happening and he decided to opt for the seat behind them instead.

Scott was next to appear, his hands held the leather seats for support. His eyes landed to where Lucy and Isaac both sat, his sister lifted her head up to give him a small smile. She was fine, and Scott shouldn't worry. He then continued his way towards the back of the bus, muttering a few words as to why Stiles decided to sit all the way at the end.

The bus' engine roared to life as soon as everyone sat.

Coach Finstock yelled at everyone to remain seated and his voice was still filled with hope that they will still make it to the meet. Lucy rolled her eyes at the crazy man and rested her head against Isaac's shoulder. She slipped her hand into his, their fingers intertwined with each other in comfort. As the bus began to speed off on the rode, she lifted her gaze at him.

"You know Danny is going to hate you," she chuckled softly and Isaac lets out a sigh, but manages a grin.

"I know," he agrees with her. "But I just don't like him being with Ethan. He's bad news for Danny."

"You don't think we all know that?" Lucy asked him as she briefly stretched her neck to glance at them. Danny was caring for Ethan, his hands completely gentle on the injured boy. "But Danny doesn't know."

"I still think he deserves to know," he suggested to his girlfriend. Isaac stared down at her, his face in a serious expression. Lucy wasn't sure as she looked at her feet instead, and Isaac noticed she was second guessing herself. "Danny could get hurt, Lucy. I know the pack is just trying to make us angry, but if Danny's life is on the line: it could be devastating."

"I know, Isaac," she mumbled at him. "We all know, but we're just not sure. I don't want his life to get sucked into this crazy world we're living in." Isaac gave Lucy a frown and the girl shifted her body position. "I'm serious. I mean, he lost his best friend, Isaac. He deserves something that we all don't have and it's a normal life."

Normal life.

Isaac let's out a soft snort. "I forgot what that feels like…"

"Me too," she confesses sadly as her head rested against his chest. His arm slides around her waist and pulls her closer towards him. He kisses the temple of her forehead before burying his nose into her hair. The two of them shared the same pain on no longer having that privilege of normalcy. Everyone else on the bus, excluding their little 'gang', worried about useless things.

Little things like a zit appearing on their face.

Or wondering if they should get a new pair of shoes.

Just useless things that will no longer matter in the future.

Useless things that the two of them wished they could have once again in their lives.

Just for a moment.

Oh yeah! Chapter thirteen :D! Tomorrow is the new episode and it looks scary. What is good XD! And I think Lucy and Isaac might get "freaky in the sheets", but we shall see how the episode goes ^_^. Here's today's question of the day:

What singer/band/group would you want to have to perform at your birthday party?

I would love Daft Punk at my party. Their songs are just magical ^_^! As always: reviews, alerts and favorites are appreciated. Love them all so much. Until next time…

-WhatTheCensoredXD