A/N.
Okay, this isn't really a chapter. It was just something I needed to write before I could continue writing the war against the Argents. In the future there's going to be much more Isaac POV.
Thank you so much to Jaylene Olebar, GFM and Little Angel of Love for reviewing on Sweet Lullaby.
Little Angel of Love, ready for more tears?

Chapter fifteen.
When I'm gone.

And when I'm gone just carry on, don't mourn,
rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice,
just know that, I'm lookin' down on you smiling
and I didn't feel a thing so baby, don't feel no pain,
just smile back.

Scott POV.

I think that deep inside I always knew how it would end. That I had escaped death so many times since I was born that it was just a question about time before it caught up to me.

So this is my goodbye, because when the time comes I think it will happen too fast to say goodbye to the people around me, even if I wanted to.

So this is my goodbye, my goodbye to when I'm gone.

To Derek, my Alpha and my brother.
You tried, you tried with everything you had and I don't want to think about what would have happened if we hadn't found each other that night in the forest, the night Peter bit me and forced me to shift. All that seems to have happened so long ago, in another life.

I refused you to the last. I was afraid what becoming an Alpha had done to you, afraid if it had turned you into Peter and made you hungry after power, made you a monster.

I don't think you can imagine what I thought that time in the forest. The day after I had been attacked by a feral Peter. I dare to tell you that I was angry, I mean, I thought that you and Laura had left me to die alone, to suffer from the burns that I had gotten.

Left me like we left Peter.

I think the thing I was most angry about was the way you stood, like you had no idea who I was. You hadn't, but it didn't change the fact that it hurt.

I was adopted by Melissa and Rafael McCall. My new mother was good enough, she cared for me like a real mother should, sang lullaby's to me at night when my Asthma got bad and I feared that I would die.

My new father on the other hand. He was a drunken bastard from the moment I met him, and I quickly learned how to not piss him off. But as time went, he got worse. He once threw me down the stairs, it was hardly the worst he had done to me, but my new mother saw it and when I woke up, my new bad father was gone and I never saw him again.

I wished that I had joined you that night, the night where Gerard killed the Omega. I wished that I had told you what the Argents did to me when I went missing. But I didn't, so I'm telling you now.

It was like I told you, I lost control in the forest and they managed to catch me and chain me to a tree. I didn't know why, I hadn't killed anyone, even if all I wanted was to kill them.

They cut me, they broke my bones, they shot me, serval times. They electrocuted me so much that I could barely think. They thought that I had killed people just because I was bitten by Peter, just because I was a werewolf, wasn't human.

I know you saw the injuries they inflicted on me, and I think that it was then I started to begin realize that you didn't want me to hurt, that you wanted me in the pack to protect me. That you truely cared for me.

Hell, you created the best thing in the world. Isaac. God how much to I have to thank you for doing that, for giving me a sliver of happiness before everything went to hell again?

You got to promise me that you won't let him do anything stupid, promise me that you and Peter both will watch over him and make sure that he doesn't run head first into the Argents

You probably wonder how we got so close, well, talk to Isaac about that, make him remember me with happiness and not with grief and pain.

Promise me that you'll keep fighting, even if you have nothing left to fight for.

And I'll tell you something in return. I forgive you, I forgive you for inviting Kate into our home, I forgive you for killing Peter, I forgive you for never liking me, I forgive you for killing me, I forgive you for everything.

Peter, my father, my lifeline and my protector.

I guess this is a goodbye. A chance to forgive you for all the things that you did to me, Derek and people.
It's no lie that you are no saint, you never were and I guess that what makes it so hard, so hard to say goodbye and just turn around and walk away.

I barely remember how we got to the Hale pack, I remember pain and nothing more and people acted like we had been in the pack for ages, when in reality when I woke up, we had only been there for four days.

I was so happy, I had a family and was among people who loved me, and everything was perfect until Derek met her. I knew there was something about her from the first time I saw her. She was a hunter, werewolves weren't supposed to date hunters. More often than not, they saw us as killers, even when we weren't.

One of the things I loved most about you was that I could ask you about everything and you would always give me an answer, no matter how stupid the question would be. I remember that I once asked you how babies were made and you answered me with your own special kind of humor, "Go ask a hooker, Scotty." I could ask you about everything and nothing, smart and stupid and you would always give me an answer.

I also want you to know that I forgive you for the things you did to me when you came back from your coma, the forced control, the murders; I understand why you killed all the people that were involved in the fire. But dad, it hurt me, it was hurting me to remember that I had once been happy, that I had once had a family to call my own.

I would lie if I said that I didn't want them to suffer, cause I wanted. But I have learned that sometimes there's a difference between what you need and what you want. And I think a part of me needed to be forgiven, even if I had done nothing wrong, needed to be forgiven for not remembering if I had told you and mom that I loved you, the day of the fire, for not remembering how you looked like when you smiled.

Some part of me needed to be forgiven for the wrongdoings of other people.

I also realized that killing the Argent family wouldn't revenge our family. My revenge was that I would let them live and let them live in the fear, that at any time I could end them, let them know that they were living on my mercy.

That would be my revenge, for them to pay like I did, to watch their entire family burn to ashes.
Sorry, it's getting to me.

There's just so many things I didn't get to do, so many things I wanted to do. So many goodbye's to say and not enough time to say it.

Promise me you'll look after Derek and Isaac, they'll need it. Tell Isaac I love him and always will. Tell Derek that I believe in him, that I believe he can be a good Alpha, even if he doesn't believe it himself.

Just promise me.

Isaac. My lover, my everything and so much more.

I don't even know what to say. We got so little time together and I'm sorry man, I really am. But you gotta promise me that you'll keep living without me.

I will in return promise to remember all the stolen moments along we had. All the kisses we shared, the heated arguments were you tried to get me to admit how scared I was and how I always shouted back that I wasn't afraid, that nothing could scare me.

Well, I lied.

I was scared out of my mind. I was so scared that I woke up screaming every fucking night; I was so scared that I would lose my family again. I was so scared that I would lose you.

I know you saw right through me. I mean, you saw me at my worst, saw me when I woke up screaming, claws and fangs out. The only thing you would do was pull me close and hush me and kiss my tears away. you knew the truth and yet you didn't throw it in my face.

I'm guessing that it's now I'm supposed to say that you were right all the time, that this could only end in blood and fire, that we had tempted fate too much.

I wish I could have grown old with you, adopted a kid along the way, giving it a nice life, free of pain and suffering like ours were.

To just sit in our old house and look through pictures together, laugh at the happy times and cry at the sad ones. Sometimes I even considered how it would be to marry you, to fully be yours.

You're probably crying right now, mourning me. It's okay to cry Isaac. I would love to say I died a hero but I didn't. I died broken and angry, no regards for what I put myself through as long as the people I loved would live.

You know I shouldn't even have survived the first fire. The doctors gave up on me but Laura wouldn't let them, wouldn't let them let me die. I'm happy she did that cause if she hadn't I wouldn't have met you.

So Isaac, my pretty pretty Isaac, I love you with all my heart and I always will. The only regret I have is that I never told you I loved you enough times, that we didn't make love to each other enough times. But I think that the most important thing is that we loved each other with everything we had and that's a thing I don't regret.

There's not enough words in the world to describe how much I will miss you so if you ever read this, just know that the lack of words are a sign of how much it was hurting me to say goodbye to you.

I would ask you to live, just like I have told Derek and Peter, but I know that it won't matter. There's a reason why when one mate die, the other follow. I'm sorry Isaac, I'm sorry for the pain you will have to go through because of me. I'm sorry for everything.

Goodbye my sweet love, promise to always remember me.

A/N.
Alright, that's enough tears for me. Please review this kind of, kind of not chapter and tell me what you think of it. And please send me some tissues, I need them for the next chapter.