A/N.
Chapter nine, yay. So I need some help with the pairing, who do you want to see with Scott?
Anyway, thank you so much to GFM for reviewing, I'll see if I can get Scott and Stiles alone in the near future, depends on this chapter.
This chapter's going to be long because I need to write a lot if things and persons into the story that I have been neglecting so far. It so I can really start moving in the direction on my version on S2.
WARNING: for those of you that like Isaac, well, bring the tissues because there's going to be Scissac feels.
Chapter nine.
Love me till I die.
"If they want war, let's give them war." –Derek.
"If they kill one of us, we kill one of them." –Scott.
Isaac POV.
His head perked up when he heard the front door open. A very tired looking Scott walked into the kitchen stopped up and looked at Isaac like he had never seen the other teen before in his life.
"Why are you in my house?" Scott asked and licked his lips, something he did when he didn't know where to put himself, had Isaac learned.
"Derek told me to help you get up to date with school, so." He pulled his shoulders and looked at his homework again, ignoring the sounds Scott made as he moved around in the kitchen.
A chair scraped over the floor and Isaac looked to his side. The other teen had this face expression like he knew Isaac wanted something even without the younger wolf asking for it.
"You know that I got the homework thing under control and we have holiday right now so what do you want from me?" Scott asked.
"Derek want's you back to school. He doesn't trust you enough to if you see Allison that you won't kill her on sight, but he has little choice in the matter. He's worried about you Scott, we both are."
The older teen snorted and rolled his eyes before closing them, a pained look flashed across Scott's face before it was gone again. Isaac knew that he wasn't okay.
"Scott, I was abused for almost my entire life, I know when people wear a mask, I know when the people around me are hurting, you are hurting Scott. The Argents had you for two days. What did they want? The Alpha's dead;" Isaac stopped himself with a kick over his legs when an even more pained expression passed over Scott's face.
"I sorry," he whispered.
Scott whimpered and Isaac could see tears form in the older wolf eyes.
"I can't, I just can't. I'm sorry Izi."
'Fuck homework he had already done' he thought and took Scott in a hug, letting the teen cry.
Derek POV.
He was parked in front of the Argents house, his knuckles strained white around the steering wheel. It was taking all he had to not just walk up to the door and kill the family.
A wave of emotions hit him like a tide wave and he groaned at the force of it. Scott. If he could erase Peter from his younger brother's mind he would do it, but he couldn't.
He carefully opened his door and walked slowly up to the door and knocked on it, may it crash or burn.
He heard light food steps from the other side, not Chris', and the door opened to reveal, if she hadn't been a werewolf hunter, a pretty older lady. Her smile turned tight as soon as she saw who it was but managed another tight hallo in greeting.
"Derek Hale. What can I do for you?"
The Alpha returned a smile as well. "I was wondering if your husband was home. If he is, I would like to have a few words with him."
His own smile didn't hide his intentions with the male Argent.
"I'm sorry, but he's not home right now, it's just me. Can you say it to me or only him?"
Derek sighed. As far as he knew it was the woman that planned the hunts that their men went on, she might have an explanation on why they acted on an innocent werewolf.
"Yes, can I come in?"
The woman smiled and moved aside so he could enter the house.
"My name's Victoria."
Derek nodded, nice to know. He walked into the living-room and sat down on the couch, giving Victoria a hard stare that she returned without hesitation.
"Some week ago, by brother, Scott McCall was almost killed by some hunters, a day prior he had just returned from being tortured beyond sanity. They then proceeded to shoot an innocent werewolf in the head, almost killing him. Now I don't know what he has done too your family but if he decide to mangle your family, blame your husband and his gang of hunters."
He sat rigid on the couch as he watched the reactions from Victoria. The woman looked surprised, like she didn't know what her husband had done.
She swallowed thickly before answering him.
"I think that it will do both parts best if we stay away from each other, Scott is not innocent, he has killed, it was a long time ago but what happened cannot be erased Derek."
She sent him a glare and the Alpha was happy to finally leave the house again, the woman scared him.
Isaac POV.
He tried knocking on the door into Scott again. After his slip up, the other teen had fled to his room. He could hear the muffled cries of Scott from where he stood leaned up against the wall. He hoped that Derek would return soon or else he didn't know what to do.
"Scott, please," he tried again but was still met with silence.
He heard a klick and then a door close from downstairs and he raced down the stairs and almost ran into Derek's still form.
His Alpha laid his hands on his shoulders and looked at him with a mild expression.
"What's wrong? Where's Scott?" Derek asked.
Derek POV.
As soon as he stepped into the house he was almost run down by Isaac, the beta smelled like guilt and confusion. When he tried to get the beta to talk, he just stammered before just pointing up the stairs and in the direction of his brother's room.
"He's hurting," was all Isaac could say before Derek was already up the stairs. He knocked twice on the door before brutally wrenching the lock in pieces and opening the door.
His eyes scanned the room and ended on the teen's bed, a curled ball of teen could be seen under the quilt, shaking and small whimpered could be heard.
He walked over to the bed and tossed the quilt to the side, ignoring the wine of protest Scott made.
"Talk," he commanded. "I'm worried about you Scott," he added.
"I talked to Victoria an…" he was broken off when Scott jumped at him, his hands roaming all over his body. He gripped his beta's hands and made him stop.
"Scott, I'm not hurt, I'm fine. Now tell me what set you off?"
His chest tightened when a few tears escaped Scott's eyes, the scent of grief and pain returning.
"Peter. What happen to him? What happened to my uncle?"
Derek didn't say anything, he just settled for holding Scott closer.
Scott POV.
He pressed his head closer to his Alpha's chest while taking deep breaths. Why did he act like this? What was wrong with him? How could the mere mention of his former Alpha set him off? He was not weak, he couldn't be weak. His uncle had once told him that the weak wolves are the ones that becomes Omega's, the ones that are picked on, beating and killed simply because the slowed the pack down.
He felt like a child all over again, like when he first woke up after two weeks of SICU and the first words he said was uncle Peter and how the people around him, he remembered Laura breaking down in tears.
He gasped and shot up from where he was laying. Quickly he felt something trying to hold him down and he strained against the hold on him, until a voice broke through the haze in his mind, strong and sure.
"Scott, calm down."
Against all of his wishes, his body relaxed and he could feel the hands leaving his body. Soon there were another set of hands, much lighter and much finer, almost like his mother's.
Laura, his mind supplied, his wolf whispered Alpha.
"Where's unci Peter?" he croaked out, his throat was so sore, why was his throat sore?
He heard an almost chocking sound coming from his older sister and felt hands petting his hair out of his eyes.
"Scottie, sweetie. Peter didn't make it."
He could sense people leaving the room, only he and his sibling remained.
"What! I want Petty," he screamed and began trashing in his bed, Laura was quick to restrain him while a doctor gave him something that made him sleep, but not until he heard the doctor say, "I think that it's best for all parts that Scott starts a new life after this and that you won't be here when he wakes up again. We ri-" and the voices drifted off.
Derek could hear Scott's heartrate skyrocketing, could feel him press his head harder against his chest. When he tried to pry the clingy teen wolf away from him, Scott just whined and tightened his arms around him.
Both of them suddenly jumped to their legs when a loud bang sounded from below them and a howl of pain rang through the house. Before Derek could stop him, Scott had already fled the room.
Isaac POV.
When the sound of gunshot came again, all he wanted to do was run, why couldn't he run? Oh, right, he had been shot in the stomach by a hunter.
The door was blown open and in the opening stood Chris Argent with a gun drawn. He heard a gasp from behind him and when he turned his head to see Scott stand with a terrified expression, he tried to yell "Get down!" but the words just wouldn't form.
Just as Derek entered the room too, a shot sounded again, this time much louder and it was quickly followed by two more and all he could do was watch as Scott's body convulsed and he went down again, three bleeding wounds from his shoulder, stomach and what Isaac was sure was a lung.
He lost all strength after that and sank completely down to the floor again, missing Derek tossing Chris out of the door and soon after he felt hands roam over his body, searching for the bullet.
"Not poison," he managed to whispered, "Go to Scott," he added.
The Alpha didn't need to be told twice as Isaac could hear him almost run to his brother's side.
He slowly crawls over to Scott's side as his body heals. He can hear the too slow beat of the other beta's heart and he almost doesn't dare to ask.
"He's going to make it?"
He flinches back when Derek snarls and hisses as his hands come in contact with the wolfs bane bullet.
"Call Deaton, tell him to come fast, I can't move him, he'll lose too much blood if I do."
He fumbled around in his pockets for his phone and with a snarl from Derek, the Alpha pushed his own phone into his hands, NOW!" he yelled and they could all hear Scott's heart stutter and the pup whimpered too low, too much like a wounded animal.
His fingers slipped serval times before he could finally find the vet's number. After agonizing seconds he could hear the man breath on the other end of the line.
"Derek, what's wrong?"
"Not Derek, Isaac. Scott's been shot by wolfs bane and Derek won't move him, we need you at his house, please hurry Deaton," he pleaded, and without waiting for a response, he hung up and returned his attention to the two other people in the room.
"What can I do?" he asked panicked, his eyes darting around the room, searching for threats.
"Nothing," Derek answered him tensely and Isaac saw him tilt Scott's head back to ease his breathing.
"You can't do anything than hope for Deaton that he gets here in time."
Suddenly the room went silent and both wolves stared at the now non-breathing Scott. Derek was first to jump into action, yelled out to Isaac, "Get me something to get the bullets out of him; we can't wait for Deaton to come!"
As he stumbled out into the kitchen he remembered back to when he had just gotten bitten and Derek had called him, telling him that he was needed, that Scott had been shot. Now Scott had been shot again.
He pulled a drawer out of its place and emptied its content out on the floor, getting cut as he finally finds a sharp knife and he runs back to the living-room again, handing the knife over to a clearly panicking Derek.
"Start CPR," he says as he gets to work.
Five minutes after, Scott still wasn't breathing and he was beginning to get tired, sweat forming on his forehead and he was panting hard.
"Where the hell is Deaton?" Derek snarled but Isaac could hear the concern in his voice.
A clanging sound of metal brought him to attention that Derek had gotten the second bullet out, now only the one that was embarked in his pack mate's lung was remaining.
"I don't know," he snarled back and picked the phone back up again, calling the vet again but when it was taking it was not Deaton replying.
"Deaton can't pick up right now." Chris Argent answered with a cold voice that made Isaac shiver.
He looked at Derek that mouthed "Hang up."
Just as he had laid the phone down, it rang again, causing him to growl, they didn't have time for all this, Scott was in danger, there was still no heartbeat.
"What," he snarled, screw patience.
"Wow, calm down sugar. It's Stiles."
Over the line Isaac could hear the sounds that he knew could only come from a mechanic's garage.
"Make it fast."
Well, that thing that killed daddy dearest, it's here and it's ugly as fuck, so if you and Derek could get here that would be so nice." Isaac could suddenly hear screaming and the phone was wrenched out of his hands and he was pushed in Scott's direction, "Get him breathing," Derek hissed and gave his attention to the phone.
Derek POV.
"Now is a really bad time Stiles. We can't come, take care of it yourself, see if you can get a clear picture of it," he said and hung up and crushed his phone in his hands, "Fuck the Argents, I'm going to kill them!" he growled.
His head snapped in his two betas direction when he heard a rattling gasp and the faint sound of his brother's heart beating again.
He sighed relieved but the moment was short when his eyes met the concerned ones of Isaac.
"The poison is killing him. Deaton won't get here now, not with Argent there with him."
His pup spat the word Argent out, like it was a name to hate, to fear.
"I know," he answered defeated. He was thinking, did Scott have wolfs bane in the house?
He shot Scott a sad look before he darted up the stairs and bolted into the bathroom that was connected to Scott's bedroom. He tore all content of the little closet out, looking shortly at each item before tossing it to the side with all the other things.
Behind a large bottle of shampoo he finally spotted a purple bottle and when he carefully sniffed it, he snorted and closed the lid again. He had found the right plant.
Darting back down the stairs, he fumbled after his lighter. At the bottom of the stairs he found it and lit the dusty content in his hand, a purple flame appearing.
As soon as he shoved the burning plant into Scott's wound, the younger wolf shot up with a bloodcurdling scream and tried to move away from the pain.
"Hold him," he growled to Isaac, the beta immediately pinned Scott's trashing form under his own weight, both of them flinching at each pained howl.
After five minutes of agony everything fell quiet. There was no sound in the house; the only thing that could be heard was the unsteady breathing of the two wolves and the almost inaudible breathing of Scott.
"Isaac, on Monday you go to school and you'll look for people who could possible want the bite, I'll drive Scott back to my place, they still don't know where I live now, and it will be safer for him."
Isaac nodded slowly and looked at Scott with pain in his eyes.
"What are you going to do with him? Will he ever recover?"
Derek growled as he collected Scott in his arms and he looked down, trying to find the right answer.
"I don't know. I don't know if he will ever be able to go near a human again without thinking that they would want to kill him. Go to the hospital, find Melissa and tell her what happened and that I'll take care of him."
Isaac nodded and slowly left the room, his eyes not once leaving Scott's silent form in the Alpha's arms.
A whimper brought him back and he looked down at Scott's now open eyes, the pup looking scared and hurt.
"Hurts," he croaked and tried to lift a hand to touch his Alpha.
Derek took the hand in his and gave it a squeeze. "Don't do anything." He whispered back with a tight and strained smile.
"Sorry," Scott tried again but Derek stopped him with a quiet growl, "Stop it Scott."
The younger wolf fell into silence but his eyes never left Derek's face.
Derek sighed again and carefully lifted Scott up in his arms and even more carefully he lifted the teen into his car and made sure that he couldn't roll around too much. When he moved back a hand gripped his wrist and he looked up into the teary eyes of his brother.
"Let's go home Scott."
He covered the beta with his jacket and then got into the car and drove back to the lair.
"Let's give them hell," he whispered to himself.
A/N.
Done, yay. Next chapter's going to contain angry Melissa and a very confused Stiles talk to Isaac.
Can I get a review, they really make my day.