Chapter 15

"She had a lot of hugs to give, but not enough people to give them to."
― James Patterson, Sundays at Tiffany's

"Fourteen hours?" Will asked Isaac sceptically. Surely he should be in more of a panic. Not that he wasn't panicked. He was, Will could tell that he was. He just wasn't overly panicked.

Isaac nodded at her question, his head cocked to the side slightly.

"All at once?" She asked. Maybe that's why he wasn't that panicked. Maybe it had just been at intervals.

Once again Isaac shook his head.

"And they're not dead?" She confirmed.

"Not as far as we know." He answered.

Will clambered out of bed getting caught up in her duvet as she did. "We need to get to the animal clinic." She told Isaac as she freed her foot and fell to the floor with a squeal. She stood up a bit wobbly on her feet and swept her messy hair out of her eyes. Sleeping for that long had left her in a very gross looking state which she noticed as she caught sight of herself in the mirror."I really need a shower first..." Now really wasn't a good time to be thinking about things like this but she was going to be no use to anyone if they passed out as soon as she walked into the room.

"Are you going to be okay?" Isaac asked as he watched her carefully. She was very shaky and wobbly like she wasn't used to walking.

"I'll have to be unless you fancy taking a shower with me." She replied without thinking. Her eyes widened as she comprehended what had just spewed out of her mouth. Apparently her already nearly non-existent filter had forgotten how to work. "Ha. Haha." She laughed awkwardly backing towards her bedroom door as Isaac watched her obviously highly amused at the situation. "Yeah..." Will trailed off as she slid open the lock and yanked the door open. "SHOWER!" She cried before slamming the door closed and running into the bathroom.

"Holy Jesus-waffle..." She sighed as she locked the door behind her. "Well done Will. You have successfully managed to look like an idiot." She said aloud with mock enthusiasm. "Again."

Will showered as quickly as she could. She was starting to shake again. The shower had brought back all the memories of Melissa and the Sheriff in that horrible place. She hadn't forgotten they were there, (It was a very hard thing to forget.) the images had just come back a lot more vividly. Leaving Melissa and the Sheriff there was one the hardest things she had ever done.

Will felt hopeless. She could remember the cellar and what was around it but she couldn't remember the exact way there. She had tried picturing the route she had taken out but all she could see were trees and darkness. Plus, there wasn't much she could do with Scott unconscious. Jennifer was obviously very powerful and although Will had more than enough faith in Isaac she didn't want to see him hurt. She would have ran back there by herself if she thought Isaac wouldn't try and stop

Leaning against the sink basin gripping the sides and trying to stop herself from crying, her hands shook and it was with great effort that she was managing to hold onto the sink at all.

She threw her head back closing her eyes and tried to steady her breathing. She needed to keep it together. They would rescue the Sheriff and Melissa.

Swallowing heavily she pushed the negative thoughts aside repeating over and over to herself in her mind 'We will find them.' , 'We will find them.' , 'We will find them.'

Will was brought out of her thoughts when she heard the footsteps of Isaac walking around downstairs. She dashed across the hall, one hand holding the towel so that it didn't slip off, and pushed open the door Will suddenly halted seeing that Isaac was sat on her bed reading one of her books.

"Oh." She muttered frowning and moving so that she was hidden behind the door, her head peeking around the edge of it.

"What?" Isaac asked as he looked up and placed the book on the bed.

"I thought I heard something downstairs." She stated heat dusting into her cheeks. She used her free hand to hold herself against the door.

Something slightly resembling guilt flashed across Isaac's face as he cleared his throat and stood up. "You need to get changed so..." He trailed off when Will's attention was taken by the sound of someone putting dishes into the dishwasher in a very noticeable manner.

Will turned to Isaac caught between hiding her near-naked self from Isaac and locking herself in the room with Isaac because there was some psycho killer downstairs. After a short deliberation she decided she would take her chances with the killer.

Isaac was watching her with a look that said he knew something. "Is there someone downstairs?" She questioned him as he fiddled with the cuffs of his sweater.

"Well..." He started but trailed off.

"Isaac?"

"It might be Scott's dad." Isaac looked up at her hesitantly.

"By 'might be' do you mean definitely?" Will moved back from the door to allow Isaac to enter before quickly scurrying into her room and hiding behind the opposite side of the door.

"Yes." He answered leaning against the wall next to the door.

"Right." Will frowned again and closed her door. There was the noise of drawers opening and closing and the soft pad of her feet against the carpet that Isaac was used to hearing at night when she got up for some reason or another before the door cracked open and Will's head poked out."Wait! What is he even doing here?"

Isaac shrugged.

"So you just let him stay?"

He stood up straighter against the wall. "I couldn't just kick him out..." He told her.

"Why not?" Will asked as she tied her damp hair up in what was supposed to be a bun. Most of it wasn't staying in the hair tie and the bits that were, were stuck up at weird angles.

"Because he's Scott's dad." Isaac finally replied leaning his head back against the wall.

"Barely." Will muttered venomously and shut the door again.

There was more noise and shuffling coming from behind the door and then the unmistakeable sound of Will falling over. (He could tell she had fallen and not just tripped over something because of the soft 'Oof' that she let out whenever she fell.)

"And he works for the FBI." Isaac suddenly admitted. He didn't even have to be looking at her to know that Will was grinning right now.

"If it helps I haven't been talking to him!" He tried to amend. He didn't want her thinking he was scared of him anything.

"I'd have gone for the sarcastic remarks route if I were you." She informed him as she exited her room in her usual attire. The leggings she was wearing brought a daunting feeling upon Isaac. They were a deep purple colour mixed with various shades of pinks that had the image of a moon moving in front of the sun. The lunar eclipse is only a few hours away...

"You look more like the 'hateful comments' kind of person." He responded when he realised she was looking at him as he stared at her.

"Depends on what mood I'm in." She shrugged starting for the stairs.

Isaac followed after her. "He's been asking after you, you know. I had to lock the door to keep him out." Will suddenly stopped making Isaac walk straight into her. He caught her shoulders to stop her from toppling over.

"Were you in there the whole time?" Will turned around to face Isaac who had removed his hands from her shoulders and taken a few steps back.

Isaac searched Will's face as he ran a hand through his hair nervously before answering sheepishly. "I couldn't just leave you alone."

"Oh." She hadn't expected him to answer like that. She was sure he was going to tell her that he'd only been checking up on her occasionally or something.

"Yeah." He muttered to break the silence as Will stared at him.

"Well..." She started "thank you." She took a step closer to Isaac and, standing on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him into a hug.

"You're welcome." mumbled into her shoulder, not hesitating to encircle his arms around her waist.

Hugs are nice. Will thought as she hid her face in the crook of Isaac's neck. Will liked hugging people and before this year the people she hugged were limited to maybe two people. She would have hugged more people she just didn't know if they would hug back, that was all. She didn't have that fear with Isaac. For some reason she felt that he would always hug her back.

"Am I interrupting something?" A voice asked from behind Will. She pulled back from Isaac to look over her shoulder but neither of them let go just yet.

"Yes." She stated her voice laced with pure hatred. "In fact, feel free to leave. Everyone would prefer it if you did." Will dropped her arms from Isaac's neck and went to push past Scott's dad to go downstairs but he caught her elbow stopping her from getting past.

"You've been locked in your room for two days and the first time I saw you, you were unconscious. Do you want to explain to me what's going on and where Scott and Melissa are?" He was using on her the tone of voice that you would expect to hear him using when interrogating suspects.

"They probably saw that you were here and ran for the hills." She replied with a glare and wrenched her arm out of his grasp. "Which, coincidentally, is exactly what Isaac and I are about to do." She grabbed Isaac's hand and pulled him after her. Scott's dad called after them in protest but didn't follow. He obviously wasn't that concerned. That and the look on Will's face probably told him that following them wasn't a good idea.

When they finally got outside Will glanced back at Isaac. As she did her gaze dropped to her hand which was holding Isaac's and she let go of it suddenly. She faced away from him embarrassedly and tried not to make eye contact with him as they got into the black car that Will was pretty sure wasn't Isaac's. She wasn't even sure he had a car.

Will didn't have a car either any more. Hers had been wrecked when they were made to crash. She remembered glancing at it when she came out of the forest but it was the last thing on her mind at the time. Thinking back though, there was no way that her car could have been fixed. It was only just about in working order when she got it.

"Whose car is this?" She finally asked as they reached the clinic. The question had been bothering her all the way there.

"Allison's dad's." He answered opening her door for her. Will could have opened it herself but Isaac was obviously faster than her.

She really hated Isaac. He was cute and funny and ridiculously attractive and apparently also a gentleman. How could one person be so amazing? It was infuriatingly compelling.

Shaking her head she climbed out, shut the door and followed Isaac into the clinic. A little bell chimed as they walked in and Dr. Deaton appeared from around the corner. Will had only ever met Dr. Deaton once. She had brought Scott lunch when he was working overtime because he had promised she could see the puppies if she did.

He looked slightly relieved as if something good had happened but also very concerned. It was a strange expression to be wearing.

"You're just in time." He opened the door to allow Isaac and Will to follow him to the back of the clinic. "They've just woken up."

A/N: I am getting horrible at uploading D: I promise I'll try to upload more regularly again!

I hope this chapter is okay, I know not a lot happened.

Isaac fan: I hope some new supernaturals come too! Stiles really deserves someone nice :3 I'm really not looking forward to the whole Isaac and Allison thing though :/ I've seen some spoilers for it already and it feels really awkward to me :S

xXbriannaXx: I'm glad you liked the last chapter! I hope this one was okay too xD

LastOfTheDragons: Their are going to be a lot of awkward moments, I think it's what makes Will, Will :D I'm happy that you find them adorable too :3

Please continue to read and review and I'll continue to keep uploading! (Hopefully more regularly though ;P)

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