Very long chapter for you! I am now back from vacation! it was nice, except for getting a concussion... Yeah, long story... But I'm okay now!:D So, uh, this is the chapter where our little Lucy finally meets Peter! Yay! Creepy Peter... Yet very attractive... But still creepy...

So, here you are my dear readers!

"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked worriedly as we entered Derek's loft. Isaac sighed. "I'm fine. You don't have to get involved in this, Lucy." He said. I narrowed my eyes. "I damn well will get involved." I muttered.

"No, you won't." He said with finality. I put my hands on my hips a huffed, causing Derek to get up from the couch and into the kitchen to avoid the drama. "Isaac, it is not your decision what I do. Derek is my friend, Scott and Stiles are my friends, and Boyd is my friend... kind of, and I-I'd like to think that we are friends now. I am going to help them, and you, whether you like it or not because you don't control me, or what I do."

As I finished my speech, Isaac's eyes were wide and Derek was grinning silently in the kitchen, amused.

"So, uh, where can I sleep?" I asked, biting my lip. Isaac's eyes widened even more, if that was possible. "Why are you staying here?" He said incredulously. "Because it is one in the morning, I do not have my car, and I am not walking back to my apartment." I pointed out. He relented as Derek spoke. "Sleep in Isaac's room." He said, pointing upstairs. I looked to Isaac who was grimacing.

"Where will you sleep?" I asked him. Isaac shrugged. "I guess I'll sleep in there, too." He said simply. Now it was my turn to grimace. "I don't want to give you the wrong idea. I'll sleep on the couch." I told them, pointing to the uncomfortable-looking blue couch. Isaac shook his head exasperatedly. "No, no, I'll take the couch. You take my room."

My eyebrows lifted. "Thanks." I breathed. He smiled and held out his hand. I took it and he led me up the spiral staircase to his room. "So you live here, now? For good?" I confirmed. He nodded. "Where else would I live?"

I shrugged. "I don't know." We entered his room and I was surprised at how neat it was. The bed was made perfectly and there were no stray clothes on the floor. This could not have been Isaac's room.

"Okay, did you get a maid?" I asked him with a grin. He smirked and shook his head. "Derek hates to admit it, but he's a neat freak. He makes my bed and cleans up my stuff when I'm not there. When I ask him about it, he denies it and changes the subject."

I chortled quietly. Derek the maid. That put a funny, yet disturbing image in my head.

Isaac walked over and pulled the sheets down on his bed. I was about to get in, when I realized I was wearing a sweaty hospital gown and shorts I'd been wearing for two days straight.

"Um, do you think I could uh, wear something?" I asked him awkwardly. His eyebrows rose. "Uh, yeah definitely, I have, uh, some clothes." He stuttered, opening a drawer. There were a lot of boxers and tee shirts. I took one of each and held them as Isaac stood there. "Um, Isaac?" I said embarassedly. "Yeah?" He asked. I motioned to my clothes, then the new ones.

"Oh, right, sorry." He mumbled, beginning to leave. "It's okay." I said quietly. Once he was gone, I stripped down to nothing and threw on the shirt and boxers. they were loose on me, but they worked fine.

I turned the lights off, then got in the bed and curled up under the covers. It was a couple of minutes until Isaac came in the room. He walked over and sat on the bed next to my body.

"Just wanted to say goodnight." He mumbled quietly. "Goodnight." I said back. He looked at the ground for a while before speaking again. "Also, I-I'm really glad to see you again."

I smiled. "You too." I whispered gently. He smiled before leaning down and pressing a light kiss to my cheek. As he pulled away, I accidentally turned my head, and our lips brushed slightly together. My body was telling me to grab his face and press my lips tightly to his, but my head was telling me we were done for good. And that was how it was supposed to be.

How could I ever think of being with him when he made my life a living hell for four months? That being, I doubt that he would even want to have a relationship with me anyway. He was the one that left me in the first place. There had to have been a reason better than 'to keep you safe'.

I smiled awkwardly. "I'll see you tomorrow." He murmured. I nodded and he left the room, giving me one last look on the way out. I laid my head down on the pillow and breathed in the scent that covered it. Isaac's scent. It made my heart sing, but it also gave me false hope.

I awoke to the scooting of chairs around and people yelling downstairs. I ran down quickly, going three steps at a time and saw an older man, maybe in his thirties. Grabbing around Isaac's neck. He had in claws wedged in the back of his neck as well. "Isaac!" I yelled, running to them. Before I knew it, two strong arms wrapped around my torso.

"What is he doing?" I yelled, slapping and clawing at Derek's arms and face. The man grabbing Isaac began to speak.

"I see them!" He said, eyes turning blue. I paused my writhing and watched as the man threw his head back, focusing on something. He held a struggling Isaac for a few more seconds before letting go. Isaac grabbed the back of his neck in pain, breathing heavily.

"What'd you see?" Derek questioned the older man. He grimaced, gripping his arm. "It was confusing, um, images, vague s-shapes." He said. "But you saw something." Derek confirmed. "Isaac found them." The man said with astonishment.

"Erica and Boyd?" I asked. Isaac looked up in fear. The man looked at me for a moment before answering. "I-I barely saw them, I mean, glimpses-" "But you did see them." Derek confirmed.

"And worse." The man continued. Derek's eyes showed realization. "Deucalion." He said. My eyes widened. "The leader?" Derek nodded.

"He was talking to them, something about time running out." The man continued. Isaac looked pained as he sat there, almost to tears. "What does it mean?" He asked quietly.

"He's going to kill them." Derek said, rubbing his hand over his fist in worry. The older man shook his head. "No, he didn't, he didn't say that. He did make them a promise though, that by the full moon they'd be dead." My breath caught in my throat. The next full moon was tomorrow night.

"The next full moon?" Derek questioned. The man looked to him. "Tomorrow night."

"We have to do something." I whispered. The man suddenly placed his attention on me and his whole mood changed. "And here is Ms. Lucy. I've been wanting to meet you." He said, holding out a hand. I took it uncertainly and he shook it, smiling.

"Are you Peter?" I asked timidly. He smirked. "Yes, I'm sure you've heard about me." He chuckled. I nodded, eyes still wide. "I've heard enough." I squeaked. That caused him to smile. "Of course. So, you were in the hospital, huh?" He asked innocently.

I wrinkled my eyebrows together. "Oh, um, yeah" I muttered, looking down uncertainly. He just kept smiling. "Why was that?" He asked me simply. I looked down. I hadn't told Isaac or Derek why I was there, and they had just let it go. "I-I uh, how did you know that?" I questioned, trying to change the subject. "I make it my business to know everything that happens in this town." He shrugged. "So, answer my question."

I sighed. "I had a panic attack. And a seizure." I told him quietly. Isaac looked at me in astonishment, as if he was saying, 'why didn't you tell me?'. "What a shame. When did it start?" He asked.

"Three days before the first day of school." I said again, not knowing where he was going with this. Derek's eyes widened. "The night Isaac was taken." He said with surprise. Isaac met my eyes, not knowing what was going on either. "So what is that supposed to mean?" I asked Peter. His eyes met Derek's and they seemed to be having a silent conversation.

"Uh, nothing, let's go." Derek muttered, walking out of the loft. "Go where?" I asked as Isaac and I followed him out. Derek sighed. "Scott texted me. He's got a plan."

"Obviously it's not going to be particularly... Comfortable." Deaton explained to Isaac as we poured ice in the bath. "But if we can slow your heart rate down enough, you'll slip into a trance-like state."

"Like, being hypnotized." Isaac related. Deaton nodded. "Exactly. You'll be half transformed. It'll let us access your subconscious mind."

"How slow does his heart rate need to be?" Scott cut in. Deaton didn't meet his eyes. "Very slow."

That answer wasn't enough for Derek. "Okay, well how slow is very slow?" He questioned. Deaton grimaced. "Nearly dead." My breath caught in my throat.

"I don't know how I feel about this." I mumbled. Isaac watched me reproachfully. "Like it's your decision." He snorted. I glared at him, about to say a witty remark when Derek interrupted. "Shut up, and listen to Deaton." He growled. Isaac bent down next to the ice bath, sticking his hand in slightly before jerking it out. "It is safe, though, right?" He questioned nervously. Deaton grimaced. "Would you like me to answer honestly?"

Isaac shook his head. "No. No, not really." He muttered. A snapping noise sounded behind us, and we all turned around. Stiles was wearing a long glove that reached his elbow, used for animal rectal exams. "What?" He asked innocently. Derek gave him a look, causing him to sigh and remove the glove.

Derek then looked up at Isaac. "If it feels too risky, you don't have to do this." He told him. "Yeah, you really don't." I added from behind, causing Derek to glare at me slightly.

Isaac looked at us, finally meeting my eyes. My eyebrows were scrunched together as I silently begged him not to go through with it. With a deep breath, he lifted his shirt over his head, causing me to blush and look at the ground.

He carefully lowered himself in the tub, taking deep breaths as the cold water touched his skin. Derek and Scott took each of his shoulders, as Stiles and I each took a leg. On the count of three, we shoved him underwater.

He came up roaring. Eyes glowing yellow, and fangs exposed. Scott fumbled to regain a grip on his shoulder. "Get him back under." Deaton ordered. I grabbed Isaac's foot and shoved it back under before he could kick me in the face. Scott and Derek shoved his shoulders back under and held them while he writhed underwater. "Hold him." Deaton ordered.

"We're trying!" Derek yelled. Isaac's face was panicked, and it almost made me want to help him out, but I knew this is what we had to do. What he chose to do. We held him as he struggled for a few more seconds, then, all of a sudden, he went completely still. We removed our hands as his unmoving body slowly floated up to the surface.

"Now remember, only I talk to him. To many voices will confuse him, and draw him out." Deaton whispered. We all nodded agreement.

Deaton bent down next to the tub. "Isaac," He began in a strong voice. "Can you hear me?"

There was a long pause before Isaac spoke. "Yes. I can hear you." He said, shivering slightly. I bit my lip, wanting him out now. His lips were turning a faint blue color, and his skin was paler than usual.

"This is Dr. Deaton." Deaton continued. "I'd like to ask you a few questions, is that alright?" He asked. Isaac nodded, eyes still closed. "Yes."

"I wanna ask you about the night you found Erica and Boyd." Lighting and thunder sounded outside. "I want you to remember it for me in as vivid detail as possible. Like you're actually there, now."

Isaac shook his head, cringing his body in fear. He began to move around. "I don't want to do that. I-I don't want to do that." He muttered. "Just relax." Deaton tried to calm him. The lights began flickering. I replaced Scott at Isaac's right shoulder and placed my hand on his arm. His body shuddered and instantly calmed with the touch.

Deaton looked up at me with questioning eyes, but shook it off and went back to Isaac. "It's alright, you can't be hurt by memories."

I gently stroked Isaac's neck and cheek, slowing his heart rate down even more, and calming him completely. "Now let's go back to that night." Deaton spoke softly again. "To the place you found Erica and Boyd. Can you tell me what you see? Is it some kind of building, a house?" He asked. Isaac frowned slightly. "N-no it's not a-a house. It's stone. I-I think m-marble." He said, teeth chattering.

"That's perfect. Can you give me any other descriptors?" Deaton prodded. Isaac opened his mouth slightly. "It's dusty. So, empty." He added. "Like an abandoned building?" Deaton asked. Isaac crinkled his eyebrows and the lights began to flicker more.

Isaac began moving around in the tub. He suddenly grabbed my arm. "Someone's here." He mumbled. "Someone's here."

"Isaac, relax." Deaton told him firmly. "No, no, they see me! They see me!" He yelled loudly. I grabbed his shoulder tightly, wanting to comfort him with words, but knowing only Deaton could talk to him right now.

He screamed in fear, accidentally swallowing some water. Tears began to pool at my eyes as I continued to hold him down with Derek, while Stiles and Scott held his legs.

"They're just memories, you can't be hurt by memories. Just relax." Deaton comforted. Isaac began to calm down again. Finally, he let go of my arm. It was surely going to be bruised with the tight grip he had, but it didn't matter to me.

"Good. Now tell us what you see." Deaton said to him. "Tell us everything."

Isaac was silent for a moment before he opened his deep blue eyes. "I hear him. He's talking about the full moon, and about, being out of control when the moon rises."

"Is he talking to Erica?" Deaton asked. Isaac shook his head. "I think so, I can't-I can't see either of them."

"Can you hear anything else?" Deaton asked with conviction. Isaac frowned slightly. "They're worried. They're worried what they'll do during the moon. They're worried that they're gonna hurt each other." He said quietly. The light was still flickering as Derek sighed. "If they're in there together during the full moon they'll tear each other apart." He said.

Deaton turned back to Isaac. "Isaac, we need to find them right now. Can you see them?"

"No." Isaac answered simply. "Do you know what kind of room it is?" Deaton asked again. I saw Isaac's pupils dilate before he quickly shot up out of the water. "They're here." He whispered. "They're here, they're here." "It's alright." Deaton tried comforting him. "No," He choked out. "They're here. They see me, they found me. They're here!" He yelled loudly.

Derek shook his head. "This isn't working, Isaac where are you?" He demanded. Isaac struggled further, still yelling. "I can't see them, it's too dark!"

"Tell me where you are!" Derek demanded of him. He had a faraway look in his eye as he struggled against Derek's hold. "His heart rate, he could go into shock." Deaton told Derek fervently. "Derek, let him go!" Scott demanded. Derek didn't let go. "ISAAC, WHERE ARE YOU?" He yelled louder. "WHAT DID YOU SEE?"

"Let him go!" I yelled, punching Derek in the jaw as Isaac sat up quickly, yelling. "It's a bank vault!" He screeched.

"I saw it! I saw the name." He stood up and I grabbed him a towel. Derek was holding his jaw, glaring at me. "B-Beacon Hills First National Bank. It's an abandoned bank and they're keeping them locked inside-inside the vault." He said, shivering. We all looked around the room at each other in fear.

"What?" He asked, looking at us. Stiles sighed. "You don't remember what you said before you came out of it, do you?" He asked. Isaac shook his head.

"You said when they caught you they threw you into a room and there was a body in there." "What body?" Isaac questioned. I put my hand on his back comfortingly as Stiles answered him. "Erica. You said it was Erica's body."