OMFG! Last night's finale was…

*explodes into colorful confetti*

Okay, maybe not that, but the finale was just perfect. Lots of emotional moments especially Stiles crashing into a tree! I'll admit: I cried for a bit because I thought he was going to die, but than I thought he can't because he makes the show. I don't know, my logic was going weird during the episode. Scott's now an Alpha, Derek is gone with Cora, Scott's dad is living with them (how awkward for Melissa though…) and Allison got her dad back into the werewolf hunting business! This time: they're going to protect the good people ^_^

Also, did you guys catch that sneak peak of the Winter Season? I was like:

DAMN! They're getting hot and heavy. (It was even more awkward for me considering that my baby brother was watching it. He's a Teen Wolf fan so I'm so proud of him :'D ), but then I remember the whole relationship with Lucy and Isaac and I went:

Yeah…about that…

But then it was a dream so yeah…I'm confused XD

And Kate Argent strangled ISAAC!?

Okay, enough about this and let's go onto something much more important:

This chapter. Enjoy everyone!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but my OCs...

Her hands were still glued on his shoulders.

She couldn't pull away, she didn't want to pull away, but the voice behind her was pleading. Lucy tried to ignore it, tried her hardest to block the sound from her ears, but she couldn't. The voice of reason managed to win over her fragile state of mind.

"Please, Lucy, you're brother will be back," Deaton's soothing tone was soft to the touch. It was like a feather tickling beside her warm ear. The teen girl merely shook as her hands still remained under the freezing water. Lucy had to admit that the very cold temperature was making her shiver, that ice were violently marking frost bites on her arms, but she cared for none of it.

She didn't want to let go.

"Lucy, please listen to me," Deaton tried again, his voice never changing. The knowledgable doctor gently placed his very warm hand on her shoulder as he made Lucy's body tensed. She became hard as stone, still as a statue and quiet as a mouse except for the occasional breathing through her nostrils. "You have to let go."

"I can't…" Lucy whimpered under her breath. Her chest heaved heavily as she shuts her eyes tightly as if she were in pain. "I can't let go. I can't do this to him!"

"But Lydia and Isaac have done it," the doctor titled his head to the side slightly. "They know that Stiles and Allison will be all right. Scott will be fine as well since your connection between the two of you is strong. He will make it back, Lucy, but you have to trust me on this."

Trust.

Lucy trusted Deaton.

As if it were eternity, her fingers quietly began to slip away from Scott's motionless body. It was a struggle that Lucy had inside herself. Half of her wanted to reach back down to her brother's shoulders and remain there, hold him and never let go while the other half tried to stay strong and follow Deaton's words. His words of wisdom never had fail them before, so why should Lucy not listen to them?

Her hands eventually reached the surface of the icy water and Deaton cupped his own large hands over her shaking ones. He grabbed the towel that sat next to him and covered her fingers. Lucy felt the heat grow, her hands slowly regaining some color. Deaton escorted her to sit outside of the room and carefully sat her on one of the chairs. Lucy shook quietly, her hair was blocking her face from everyone as her face was lowered. Deaton crouched down to her level, their eyes making contact and Lucy gazed into them.

"He'll be fine," Deaton told her in a calm voice. "I promise you that, okay?"

"Okay," she agreed like a small child. Deaton squeezed her shoulder gently before he stood up and left her there in peace. Silence had filled the air around her, her eyes staring mindlessly at the towel that engulfed her hands. Everything in her life was happening too fast and she couldn't keep up with it for long.

Before Stiles was drowned, he told her that her dad was here.

The clocked ticked and the sound echoed like a pattern. It made a pitter-patter noise that eventually matched the pace of her heartbeat.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

She couldn't wrap her mind around that. She didn't want to believe her dad was here in town, that he was physically here. She tried to make these crazy lies that maybe Stiles confused the man for someone else. Someone that might have seem to look just like her dad, but that was one in a million.

Lucy just didn't want to believe it.

He wasn't here since he left them.

He left their mom.

He left Scott.

He left her.

Her hands clenched inside the towel tightly as she suppressed the pain from the past to emerge on top. Lucy didn't want to relive the awful memory that was planted in her head. That memory that would always be with her no matter how many times she pushed it away.

"Lucy," a new voice broke the silence. She knew who that voice belonged to and she didn't want to talk to him at the moment. "Lucy, please look at me."

She didn't and Isaac sighed.

The werewolf crouched down in order to balance the level between them. His ocean eyes stared into her blazing brown ones and he gulped mentally. He still didn't back down as he built up the courage he needed and his fingers tried to touch her face. When they made contact with her skin, she flinched away and snapped her head to the side.

Isaac was stunned. "L-Lucy…"

"Why are you here?" She snapped at him although her eyes never looked at him. "Shouldn't you be in there with Allison considering you two have some strong connection with each other?"

Isaac shivered as the icy tone was venomous to him. "Lucy, it wasn't my fault. We just somehow bonded together emotionally. There isn't anything going on, I promise you."

"Then how?" She finally gazed at him with a harsh glare. Isaac was scared to see this side of Lucy as she was always to most friendliest and happiest girl in this town. To see her brown eyes, the same ones that would hold compassion and care in them to turn cold and brutal terrified him to the bone. "How did you two get so close with each other? She fucking stabbed you more than twenty times in the chest at the warehouse, Isaac! Or did you seem to forget that? Did you seem to have forgotten everything she had done to you that night!"

Isaac didn't say a word as he merely bowed his head in shame.

Lucy clenched her mouth as she turned away from the boy. "I just don't know what to think right now, Isaac. I just don't know what to do..."

"I'm sorry," he mumbled out the two words and Lucy's whole body tightened before she sighed loudly.

"I need some time to think," she whispered into the air as she turned her head to see him. His blue orbs glistened in a mixture of hope and defeat. It was an odd combination that swam in his eyes, but she made her decision. "I just need to be alone and think, so if you don't mind: just go."

Isaac didn't know what to do.

He didn't want to leave knowing the mess he was in. It was sticky and awful and the werewolf wanted to fix whatever he broke. But he knew the longer he stayed put, the angrier Lucy might get and he didn't want to make the situation worse than it already was. So, doing what he was told, the sadden werewolf sadly stood up and shuffled his way out.

His ears could still pick up the hurt sigh that left her lips.

Isaac felt guilty once again.

"I screwed up," Isaac moaned as he slid down the wall while sitting besides Lydia on the floor. Outside was still dark and Deaton was getting some food for them in his redhead gave him a sympathetic smile while she squeezed her hand on his. "I never seen her this…this angry at me before."

"She's not angry at you," Lydia patted his hand and the werewolf looked up. "She's just hurt and maybe surprised."

Isaac used his other hand to run it through his curls with frustration. "It isn't my fault that Allison and I have this connection! We just did…and she just seemed to be lost. With her still dealing with the loss of her mom, and her somewhat rocky relationship with her dad: I just wanted to help her. I've always seen Lucy help others."

Lydia's critical eyes gazed at him and she noticed something. "But there's still more you're not saying."

Isaac hit his head against the wall. "I don't know, there are these small feelings. The time we were both in the supply closet for detention, she was there with me when I was having a panic attack. The closet was small, like really small and I don't like tiny spaces. I feel," he gestured his hand slightly to make his point, "trapped. I feel that I'm suffocating from the lack of room. The darkness, the idea of me never to see light again: it just made me feel alone. Helpless. But Allison was there and she was trying to calm me down."

He snorted softly as he continued on. "She knew what she did to me. That she stabbed me with knives, but she still wanted to help me. Even though I was cold to her, she still wanted to help me. Even when I tried to attack and kill her, she still wasn't mad at me. Even though I left that bloody scratch on her arm, she still accepted my apology and I was surprised."

Isaac sighed as he lowered his head and confessed. "Sometimes, when I see Lucy: I see Allison. When I see Allison: I see Lucy. The two are so similar. So alike. The two share the same beliefs on fighting against evil and I can't help but feel confuse. I don't know what to think, but then I try to remind myself that I love Lucy. I really do love her and she loves me."

Isaac finally gazes into Lydia with helpless eyes. "I'm just confused."

Lydia fixed her posture as her hands smoothed down the silky blue dress. "It's okay for you to feel confuse, Isaac. I used to feel confused as to why I always scream or I always find a dead body. Heck," she brushed a strand of her hair away from her face. "I still feel confuse about everything, but I'm working on it just like you have to work on your situation."

"Thanks, Lydia," he sent her a small grin. "I never thought in a million years I would hold this deep conversation with you. Last time I tried to talk to you, you shot me down."

He gave her a light smirk and Lydia scratched her neck nervously. "I'm sorry about that. I just…it was me being stupid. I thought that everyone's opinion mattered. I wanted to be seen as a popular person and tried to hide my intelligence. It seemed no one cared about the Latin language or the basic stuff about anatomy."

"Well, I forgive you," he held out his hand and Lydia stared at it while raising an eyebrow. "Let's handshake on it. Start new and forget about the past."

Lydia gave him an honest smile. "I'd like that."

And the two shook hands.

Lucy walked out of the bathroom as she closed the door.

She dried her hands with the paper towel and looked up only to stop. She stared straight at Isaac who was just standing there with his hands shoved inside his pocket. His head raised a bit, just enough so he could see her and her own brown eyes. Lucy managed to stay away from him for the past five hours and she had enough time to think.

To refresh herself and her mind.

"Do you still want to talk?" Isaac quietly asked at her and she sighed while nodding. They remained outside in the hallway for privacy. Lucy glanced at the clock as time was moving slowly and it frustrated her. Deaton said it could take long or short depending how their minds worked on finding the nemeton.

They just had to wait for.

And so they did.

"Listen, I know you're hurt about Allison and I," he started while running a hand through his curls. "And I know I would never try to cause you pain in any way because you mean a lot to me. You really do, Lucy."

Lucy only stared at him, her expression blank, but her eyes held emotion. "It seems that you're not telling me something. You have more to say."

Isaac was surprised, but he didn't let that show. He wasn't sure how girls managed to know when a guy was holding something back. Was it magic or something they had in their DNA?

He'll never know.

Isaac grabbed her hand, and this time she didn't flinch away like before. The werewolf took it as a sign that he could move closer to her and he did. He took small footsteps until the two could almost touch their noses. Her chocolate brown eyes gazed into his with her eyebrows furrowed together as she waited for his answer.

"You're right," he whispered knowing she could hear him. "There is something that I am holding back, but I'm not sure how you'll take it. I don't want to push you further or hurt anymore than I did."

"You'll be hurting me more if you don't tell me, Isaac," she reasoned to him. "Just say it, Isaac. Just tell me."

"At times…" he croaked while holding her hand as if he were afraid she'd pull away. "At times, when I see you: I see Allison. Whenever I see Allison: I see you. I thought these bizarre feelings were just some short phase, but now it's getting difficult for me. I love you, Lucy, I truly do, but I'm just confused because I don't know what to do. I'm just confused."

Lucy stayed silent as she let the words process her mind. Isaac stared at her, his eyes frantically searching for any sign that could be readable on her face. He wasn't sure if her staying quiet was either a good thing or a bad thing. He hadn't dealt with this before and it was a scary position for him to be in.

"Lucy?" He tugged her hand. "Say something. Say anything to me."

"You're confused," she mumbled out at him before sighing loudly. "I should be mad at you, Isaac. I should be screaming or yelling or anything else, but I can't. Although I am angry. I am hurt that you didn't trust me enough for you to admit something like that. I was beginning to wonder if you were starting to pull away from me these past few weeks."

"I didn't mean to-" he started, but Lucy interrupted him.

"I know you didn't, but to me: it seemed like it," she rubbed her eyes with her fingers. "It triggered memories of my dad leaving my mom. I was beginning to think that you were going to leave me just like how he left us. How he left my mom, Scott and I here in Beacon Hills."

"I'm sorry," he begged at her and Lucy lowered her head down, but never did let go of his hand. "I'm truly sorry."

"I know," she murmured softly at him. "I know you are, but I was thinking about us. Our relationship and now that you told me this: I'm just not sure, to be honest."

Isaac narrowed his eyebrows with upset as he blurted out a question. "What are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying that I don't want to be in a relationship where you have some problems that you have to figure out on your own," she stated sadly, trying to not make it sound so mean or hurtful. "I think it's best to just go on a small break. You have some problems that you need to deal on your own and with my dad here: I have some of my own."

Lucy's hand began to slip away and Isaac shook his head.

This wasn't happening.

He didn't know what to think.

His head was spinning violently as he snatched her hand back into his grasp. His blue eyes were pleading at her, his face broken and Lucy fought hard not to cry at it.

"No, please. We can still work it out without us going on a break," he was begging at her. Isaac would drop on his knees if it was the last option. "Just please…"

"Isaac, it would be worse if we continue on," she was trying to reason with him. "You said it yourself. You're confused. You need to get these feelings sorted out. If we stay together, we would end up fighting even more. We just need some time apart, okay? I love you enough to not let that happen. I love you enough to not let this situation become worse. I'll still love you, and if you love me then you would just try this out. I'll talk to Allison, tell her everything and make sure she doesn't feel too guilty about it."

Isaac wasn't sure what to think.

What to say.

What to think.

He even forgot to breathe for a moment.

This was actually happening.

They were going on a break as she said. Isaac didn't want to go on a break, but maybe she was right. The two were arguing more than usual, not the whole yelling, but still have small fights at times. Maybe this break thing was something that they both needed and if it would help the two of them, then he was willing to try.

"Okay," he agreed with sadness. "A break it is…"

"You'll still live with us, Isaac," she spoke up with a sad smile. "We'll still see each other at home and school, just…I just want you to find yourself. I care about you and I always will."

Lucy inched her face closer to his. Her warm lips planted a soft and quick kiss on his cheek. The heat on his skin rose as he became red from the intimate contact. She then pulled away, her kiss was like a feather that tickled him.

"Oh," she stared at him and Isaac gazed into her eyes. "I just wanted to say that I'm not pregnant. Took some pregnancy tests, all came out negative and my period came…"

Her voice lowered on the last three words as she bit the inside of her cheek in embarrassment. She had to tell him and she was relieved that she wasn't carrying a baby inside. Isaac wasn't sure how to respond, or react to the news, so he could only nod. Lucy exhales as she rubbed the back of her neck while rocking back and forth on her feet.

"Just thought you deserve to know," she soon added.

"Thanks," he choked out while forcing a small grin.

"Okay…" she looked around the place as her eyes glanced everywhere. Awkwardness settled between the two and Lucy pointed behind her. "I should go check out Lydia, so…" She waved her hands while taking a step back. "So I'll just go."

Isaac's eyes lingered as she walked down the hall and disappear from his sight.

A loud gasp woke Lucy up.

Water splashed loudly and the tan girl sprinted to her feet as quickly as she could. Her eyes widen in shock and happiness to see that the three of them were alive. They were breathing and living and not dead.

Each of them coughed and were desperate for air. Isaac rushed back inside to see Stiles, Scott and Allison emerge to the surface, their faces and hair dripping with freezing water. Scott was the first to pull himself up from the tub while screaming.

"I saw it!" He exclaimed the news. "I know where it is!"

Stiles added on. "We passed it. There's…There's a stump, a huge tree," he explained while getting out from the water. "Well, it's not huge anymore. It was cut down, but it's still big, though. Very big."

That's when Scott remembered more. "It was the night we were looking for the body!"

"Yeah, the same night you were bit by Peter."

"I was there too," Allison chimed in as she heavily panted. "In the car with my mother. We almost hit someone."

Scott's eyes widen like saucers. "It was me! You almost hit me!" He turned his wet body at Deaton and approached him. "We can find it."

Scott was expecting the four to jump in happiness or their faces to be relieved by the good news. He was expecting anything from them, but he was stunned to see not one clap. Scott stared at his sister who sadly looked at him with her arms crossed over her chest.

"What?" Allison asked, her body shivering and in desperate need for a towel.

Isaac decided to let them know. "You guys were out a long time."

"Very, very long," she emphasized his point and Scott's face scrunched as Stiles asked a question.

"How long is a long time?"

"Sixteen hours," Deaton answered him with a low sigh. As Scott was taken aback from this, the doctor could only nod as he continued on. "And the full moon rises in less than four."

Lydia and Lucy immediately wrapped the three in warm towels. Scott gratefully took it from his sister's hands and dried his hair. Stiles did the same with his and Allison followed their lead although she felt cold everywhere else. She quickly wrapped it around herself, the heat was comforting to her skin and she sat on the table.

"I need to go back to Deucalion," Scott stated out loud and Lucy's body froze as she whipped her head at him. Her eyes were large with disbelief as her mouth hung wide open.

"Scott, what the hell are you thinking?" She snapped at him out of pure worry. "You're definitely not going back to him!"

"No, dude," Stiles agreed with Lucy's reaction. "You are not going back with them."

"I made a deal with Deucalion," Scott told them as if it were a good enough reason and Lucy shot Stiles an unbelievable look.

"Does anyone else think that sounds a lot like a deal with the devil?"

"A deal with the devil would be much safer than a deal with Deucalion," Lucy snorted out loud as she crossed her arms once again. "Damn it, Scott. You're not going back with them! It's too much!"

Isaac decided to jump in. "Why does it matter, anyway?"

"Because I still don't think that we can beat Jennifer without their help," Scott pointed out and Lucy wasn't still convinced. Allison was also appalled by Scott's decision and looked at Deaton as if he would be the voice of reasoning.

"He trusts you more than anyone, tell him," she pointed her finger at Scott's direction, "he's wrong."

Deaton shrugged for a moment. "I'm not so sure he is."

Lucy was surprised by this. "W-What? What the heck do you mean by that?"

The doctor shot her a calm look. "Circumstances like this sometimes require that you align yourself with people you'd normally consider enemies."

"So we're gonna trust him," Isaac scoffed lightly at the doctor. "The guy that calls himself 'Death, Destroyer of Worlds'? We're gonna trust that guy?"

Deaton shook his head. "I wouldn't trust him, no, but, you could use him to your advantage."

Everyone's eyebrow rose in the room with interest and the doctor continued on with his point that he was making.

"Deucalion may be the enemy," he started out slowly, his eyes glancing at each teenager in front of him. "But he could also be the bait."

The door creaked from outside the room and Deaton stepped out to see who it was. A few minutes later, Lydia went out as she heard her name muffled through the walls with Stiles and Scott close behind. Allison decided she should change and Lucy took the opportunity to talk with her in private.

"Hey, Allison," Lucy crept up behind her and the huntress turned her head to the side. "Can we talk alone?"

"Sure," she was surprised by this, but she followed Lucy outside the room, leaving Isaac alone. The werewolf bowed his head down as he knew what the conversation would be. Lucy handed her the dry clothes that she and Lydia quickly got at her apartment as well as some new clothing for Stiles and Scott. The tan girl spun around and Allison held the clothes with uncertainty as she stared at Lucy. "What do you want to talk about?"

"About you and Isaac," she stated and Allison blinked her eyes quickly. It was rather bold, but the huntress remember the reaction before she was drowned. Allison's eyes fell down to the ground as the fabric in her hands crumbled underneath her nails. She was expecting some yelling or screaming from Lucy, but nothing came. "Isaac and I…we talked about it."

Allison lifted her head slightly as she tilted it to the side. "Talked about what?"

"About how he's just confused with himself and the feelings he's growing," Lucy rubbed her arm out of discomfort. Lucy thought it would be easy to talk, but now that she's looking at it: it really wasn't. So she sighed to regain some confidence. "He told me he sees me in you and you in me. And with the times you two were alone together…I guess it just made it worse."

Allison shook her head. "I didn't mean for this to happen. I knew that he means a lot to you and you mean a lot to him. I never…I never wanted-"

Lucy rose a hand in the air. "It's fine. I knew you didn't do this on purpose."

Allison knew that the phrase 'It's fine' didn't mean exactly that. It meant the opposite and the huntress began to feel guiltier than ever.

"No it's not," she quivered at Lucy. "It's not fine. You know you're not fine and Isaac isn't fine as well."

"It is, Allison," Lucy placed a gentle hand on her moist arm. "We decided to just take a break. He needs to solve this problem on his own and I have to deal with my own. A problem that I hoped would had never returned, but it did so don't blame yourself."

Lucy then turned around to walk away, but Allison asked one more question.

"Are you mad at me?" Allison watched as Lucy stopped in the midway in the hallway with her back facing her. Lucy's eyes looked over her shoulder and she shook her head.

"I'm not mad," she answered with full honesty. "I'm just upset that this had to happen."

Allison clenched her mouth as she headed inside the bathroom to change.

The elevator door dinged and it opened to the fourth floor.

Scott and Allison were fully changed and dried. The beta werewolf was busy talking on the phone with Stiles on the other line.

"Just grab anything?" Scott asked him without a care before he rolled his eyes. "Stiles, I'm not smelling your dad's boxers."

"Ew," Lucy gagged silently beside her brother.

"Socks? Okay, I'll smell the socks."

Isaac glanced at the twins before staring at Allison who opened the door. "What about me?"

"See what you can find in my dad's closet," she ordered over her shoulder to the blue-eyed werewolf before marching down. "Anything with the strongest scent."

"Don't go for the boxers," Scott snorted at Isaac and the werewolf shook his head. Lucy followed Allison to where they kept all the weapons and equipment. The two girls needed to reload if they were going to find their parents and fight off the darach just in case. Allison pushed the door open only to stop dead in her tracks.

Lucy did the same and her eyes landed on one person in particular.

It was him.

"Quite an arsenal your father's got here, young lady," the agent stated with a pointed finger. His brown eyes quickly shifted to the other girl that stood beside Allison. The eyes slowly softened as he saw her. "Lucille."

Lucy swallowed the large lump on her throat as she watched her dad stand up. Her brother soon walked back, his expression in bewilderment.

"Scott," the older McCall acknowledged his son. The twins stood beside each other, not sure what to say. Stiles was right, he was right when he said their father had return to town.

"What are you doing here?" Scott quietly growled at him, though it could go unnoticed.

"Following one of the leads I have," her dad told him and Lucy rolled her brown eyes.

"Of course it's work related," she sniped at him and Scott rubbed his sister's back to calm her down. The FBI agent coughed as he fixed his suit while continuing on.

"Now, since I don't know where the two of you've been," he gestured his hand to the empty seats in front of the desk. "Why don't you two have a seat, and we can talk? You too, Isaac."

Lucy turned her head to see Isaac meekly pop his head from behind the doorframe. "How do you know my name?"

"Your name's one of the few things I know," he told him while shoving his hands in his pockets. "To be honest, the rest of what's going on around here has me stumbling in the dark, even over the smallest clue."

Scott stepped forward as he sassed at him. "If you're trying to tell me that you don't have a clue, I learned that a long time ago."

"Ditto," Lucy chimed from the back as she crossed her arms over her chest while walking up front to where her brother stood. "But I'm sure that you don't care."

Their father sighed. "I'm really hoping to avoid the embarrassment of dragging my own children into an interrogation room. Really hoping."

Lucy bit the inside of her cheek as the twins looked at each other in annoyance.

This would be a long interrogation session.

Chapter twenty-eight is done! I hope you all liked it. So yeah, many of you wanted Isaac and Lucy to break up or take a "break". Rest assure: I won't be following the Isaac/Allison shipping. Just using it for the drama, but they will not be together. Also, I know that Lucy and Isaac are broken up, but they will get back together.

Eventually. I'm not as cruel as Jeff Davis. Here's the question of the week:

Who was a better girlfriend to Derek? Kate Argent or Jennifer Blake/The Darach?

(Even though they're both horrible…XD)

Shout-out to the 400th reviewer:

xo-WolfGirl-xo

Reviews, alerts and favorites are greatly appreciated! Until next time…

-WhatTheCensoredXD