A/N: Hi guys, thank you for all your nice reviews and messages :) Here's another chapter, I hope you all enjoy it. If you have any questions about what's happening, suggestions or just want to say hi, please feel free to send me a message or leave a review and I'll get back to you :D Stay Classy, Icepoppy.

With a great heave of effort, Lydia and Malia managed to lift Liam up onto the surgery table of the veterinary clinic. Looking at him was very unsettling, with his ghostly pale skin and blue tinged lips. He certainly looked dead. However, Malia confirmed that his heart was beating, just incredibly slowly. Had he been human, it wouldn't have been enough to keep him alive, but being a werewolf, and a strong one at that, Liam was somehow managing to survive. Lydia stood beside the table, gripping the boy's hand in her own. Desperately, she ordered the other two about, "Come on start looking!"

Kira nodded hastily, "What for?"

Waving her hands around, Lydia replied, "I don't know! A book, a herb, a potion, something!"

The other two girls both stared at Lydia, before glancing at each other. They seemed to make a mental agreement that it would be safer not to question Lydia any further, for fear she might yell at them. Kira started rooting through a set of drawers, while Malia stretched up, examining the higher cabinets for any sign of something useful. Amidst all of their rummaging, the sound of the front door opening was lost. However, they didn't miss the call coming from the waiting room. "Hello?" It was a man's voice, although he sounded fairly young. All three of them froze, staring at each other in horror.

Malia hissed quietly, "What do we do?"

"I don't know," Lydia grasped hopelessly for a solution, "someone has to go distract him!"

The voice called out again, "Is someone back there? Hello?"

Kira and Lydia both looked at Malia. Figuring out what they were implying, the girl shook her head fervently. "No, no guys I can't. You're kidding me right?" As she listed all the reasons she couldn't do it, whispering the whole time, Kira pushed her towards the door. Just before crossing the threshold, Malia spun around, a stressed look on her face, "What do I say?"

Refusing to make the man wait any longer, Kira just said, "Improvise" before shoving her friend out into the waiting room.

Stumbling slightly, Malia tumbled forwards into the room. Shooting upright, she regained her balance, over enthusiastic smile on her face. "Hi!" She was positively beaming, moving awkwardly in her attempts to be casual.

The man stared at her suspiciously, voice slow and cautious, "...hi."

Doing her best to look innocent, she leant against the counter between them. Unfortunately, the section she chose was in fact the hinge door that allowed her access to the rest of the room. Not pinned in place, it gave way beneath her weight, sending her sprawling forwards. Before she hit the ground, the customer had rushed forwards, catching her in his arms. Breathing heavily, she looked up. He had a sweet smile and pale blue eyes. Lifting her back to her feet, he checked her over, "Are you alright?"

Quickly she stepped back, putting plenty of space between them, "I'm fine. Can I help you with something?"

The boy laughed, running his hand through his dark blond hair as he inspected the bedraggled girl in front of him. "I'm actually here looking for Scott McCall. Do you know him?"

Suspicions instantly raised, Malia went on the defensive. "Maybe. How do you know him?"

Raising his eyebrows her responded, "I could ask you the same thing!" When she stared him down, refusing to respond, he sighed. "Let's just say I'm an old friend. Can we start again? Hi, I'm Isaac. And you are?"

Shocked Malia blurted out, "Your Isaac. As in Isaac Lahey? Wow this is not how I pictured you at all."

Frowning he stared at her, "Excuse me? Why are you picturing me at all?"

Embarrassed, she cleared her throat. "Stiles told me about you a few times. I'm Malia, by the way."

Nodding thoughtfully, Isaac was just about to say something when Lydia stomped through the door. She was ready to berate Malia, but when she caught sight of Isaac she froze. Face lighting up, she ran to him, hugging him tightly, "Isaac! You never told us you were coming back!"

Laughing her hugged her back, "Hey Lydia. Yeah sorry for not calling ahead, I kinda forgot about that."

The happy reunion was interrupted when Scott and Stiles came crashing through the front door, both laughing and panting. When the caught sight of Isaac, confusion and delight spread across their faces. Scott walked forwards, beaming at him, "Isaac? How long have you been home?"

"Just a couple of hours actually. Good to see you, Scott. You too Stiles."

Stiles nodded, speaking with his usual sarcasm, "And here I thought I was never going to see you or your scarves ever again."

Chuckling, Isaac replied, "I see nothing's changed with you then."

Smile broadening, Stiles pointed at him, "And that's where your wrong scarf boy!" To explain what he meant, Stiles flashed his wolf eyes at him.

Noticing the change from warm brown to bright blue, Isaac blinked in surprise. "Well I didn't see that one coming!"

Scott looked at Stiles, doing his best to act stern, "Yes, neither did I."

Stiles punched his shoulder playfully, "Come on, you know you're probably more excited about this than I am." Giving in, Scott laughed, and the three of them came together in a quick group hug before separating hastily. The group all stood reunited in the waiting room, enjoying each other's company. A few buzzing minutes passed before Malia rolled her eyes, interrupting the meet up.

"Are you guys forgetting the half dead Liam we have sitting next door?"

Snapping to attention, Scott hurried through, and the rest of them followed leaving a confused Isaac at the back of the group. Glancing at Malia he asked, "Who's Liam?"

Pausing to let Isaac in before following, she answered, "He's a sophomore that Scott turned last year. He got hurt when we were fighting the dread doctors."

"Wait, the what now?" He turned his puzzled gaze back to her, but she just shook her head impatiently before shoving past him and into the room. She didn't have time for clueless boys who turn up out of nowhere expecting to be welcomed with open arms. Although she thought bitterly, that's exactly what happened. Stupid Isaac with his stupid scarf.

Now that they were all gathered in the little surgery room, they started to come up with ideas to save him. Kira suggested electrocuting him, like she had done to Scott before. Scott had been happy to try, but then Stiles pointed out that they didn't know why Liam was stuck like that, and electrocuting him might just make it worse. Back to square one. Lydia proposed that Scott entered his mind using his alpha powers. Again however, they didn't have enough information to know whether it would be helpful or harmful to the situation. For an hour they debated and argued, trying to figure out the best way to save their friend. During one of the rare silences, Isaac was struck with an idea. "Guys, I think I know how we can save him."

Scott jumped up eagerly, "What? How?"

"It's something Derek told me about. He did it to save Cora when she got hurt. Only problem is, it involves someone giving up their powers. An alpha either transfers half of their powers, or all of someone else's, into the person who's injured. Scott, if you do it, you'll become a beta again. So it has to be someone else." The silence that followed his statement was broken only by the steady ticking of the clock on the wall. They all stared at each other, no one willing to stand up and sacrifice their powers. After a while, Lydia spoke up:

"Well I'm assuming you have to be some sort of shape shifter for this to work, which rules out me and Kira. So it's down to Malia, Isaac, and Stiles."

Looking around, Isaac stepped back, "Look, I'm sure he's a good kid, but I don't know him and I only just got back. I'm not willing to give up my powers for a stranger. Sorry."

Stiles rolled his eyes, "I'd expect nothing less Scarfie. Look, Malia, I know that you care about Liam, but let's face it, you don't want to give up your powers either. So the only person left is me." Stepping forwards he looked around the group for their approval.

Scott walked forwards, standing beside his friend. Speaking in a hushed tone, he questioned him, "Stiles, are you sure about this? You only just got your powers."

Frustrated, Stiles hissed back, "Yeah and it was Liam that gave them to me. And honestly? I just want to be human again. This is all too much for me to handle, I'd be happier sticking with my baseball bat." Stiles knew his friend would be studying his heartbeat, making sure that he wasn't lying. Maintaining eye contact, Stiles nodded encouragingly. "Scott, this is what I want." And he was telling the truth. Ever since he became a werewolf, all he'd wanted was to go back to being human. Now he had the chance to do that and save Liam at the same time. It was perfect.

After staring at Stiles for an incredibly long time, studying his friend's decision, Scott finally nodded. "Alright," turning to face Isaac he carried on, "so how do we do it?"