A/N
Chapter seven, yay. I want you to write or say something if the story goes Scott/Peter instead of Scott/Isaac, because I'm writing a Sceter story too and sometimes things get a little out of hand.
Thanks to Guest for reviewing, I'm happy someone shares my love for Peter.

Chapter seven.
He was innocent.

"You once said I'll never walk away
I'll never sail away, I'll never go"

Roby Fayer, Ready to Fight.

Isaac/Derek POV

He knew as soon as he heard the phone ring, that something was wrong. It wasn't just that the caller ID showed that it was Derek but also the dread and heavy feeling in his chest that sent his warning bells ringing loudly.

"Isaac speaking, what's wrong Derek?"

When there was no reply on the other end of the line, he grew even more concerned.

"Derek?" he said, question evident in his voice.

He could hear the older wolf take deep breath before he decided to speak up.

"It's Scott. He was attacked by a chimera and it killed him."

Isaac had leaned against the wall, his breathing bordering on a panic attack and tears ran down his cheeks in a steady stream.

"We managed to bring him back but he's not healing. I made him pack but he's refusing the bond." As if Derek realized he had said something he shouldn't sucked a breath in.

"What do you mean by you made him pack, Derek?" his voice bordering on a growl and he knew his eyes were golden.

"He lost it Isaac! He lost his Alpha spark, okay?" Derek yelled, panic in his voice despite Isaac knew he was trying to hide it.

"He needs you."

"I'm coming home, pick me up tomorrow." His voice not leaving any chance for argument, not that he expected Derek to say him against, the older Hale just had a way that made him rebel any order he got, except when it was Scott who delivered it.

"Scott." he whispered.

Almost twenty hours later he stood in the airport and waited on Derek. he hadn't talked with the man since he had called but in his head one call had been enough, he had promised Scott he wouldn't run from his problems but all that had been before Allison had died and the world went even more shitty. It was a decision he had regretted for the last twenty hours.

A hand on his shoulder brought him back to reality and he looked back to meet the eyes of Derek, his former Alpha. The man looked worse for wear; bags laid heavy and black under his eyes and his hair was in all directions like he hadn't showered for days. His eyes were what killed Isaac, they were grazed over and unshed tears made them shine.

The look in them scared Isaac more than his father had ever managed to.

"Hey," he said softly.

Derek just nodded at him and pulled him out of the airport and out in his car. When they were both sated in the car he looked at Derek and saw the man was gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white and Isaac swore he heard a sob escape the older wolf.

"He's not healing, the wound has become infected by something that Deaton doesn't know what is and for once he and Peter are agreeing." Derek looked at him, the tears that before made his eyes shine, were now running freely down his cheeks.

"They say that at this rate Scott might not have more than a few days back to live. We're trying to get him to talk but so far the only one having success in that has been my uncle and Peter refuses to give any information up, said he promised Scott." Derek's voice wavered and Isaac couldn't help but reach forward to lay his hand on the older wolfs shoulder, trying to comfort the clearly distressed wolf.

"There's more?" he asked, not knowing how unprepared he could be for the answer Derek would give to
him.

Derek nodded, his face turning serious.

"When Scott came back his eyes weren't red. He has refused to confide in anyone but Peter and I think that he thinks that if he tells the truth he thinks we'll leave him." Derek squeezed his eyes shut.

Derek POV

He turned his eyes away from Isaac, the pups hand still on his shoulder. He sighed before continuing "But his eyes weren't golden either." He said as he turned the key in the car and started driving.

He looked shortly sideways at Isaac, slowly seeing as the teen made the connection and saw the fear and anger make it's way into his eyes, tears making them shine.

"Derek, stop the car." Isaac forced out through clenched teeth.

Noting the urgent tone Isaac had, he was quick to pull over and turn off the car. As soon as he had done that he turned against Isaac and laid both hands on the young wolfs shoulders.

"Isaac calm down, okay. I need you to breathe for me, think about Scott, think happy thought, okay." He watched as Isaac did as he was told and was slowly getting his control back.

"What happened to him Derek?"

Isaac's voice was so broken it made the tears well up again, threatening to spill again as he looked back up at the teen with blurry vision, "Reality happened to him,"

He said no more as he started to car and resumed the long drive back to Beacon Hills.

Peter POV

He had taken to watch over the pup as Derek drove to the airport to get Isaac. He couldn't shake off the feeling of death; it hung in the air like a bad perfume.

Hearing the quickened heartbeat of Scott, he get down on his knees beside the bed and laid his right hand on the boy's forehead.

"Damn it," he whispered as he felt the burning fever, the scent of pain he was suddenly unable to close off for and his veins flowed black so fast and with so much pain it made the oldest Hale fall down on his back, leaving Scott turning his head in the direction the pain relief had come from, mumbling words that made Peter's temper boil.

"No, don't please. I promise I'll stop. No, DON'T!"

The last was screamed as the teen shoot up in the bed and looked around with fear in his eyes before they fell on Peter's form crunching on the floor a feet away from the bed.

It only lasted for a second before the teen fell to the side, unconscious. Peter rushed forward to catch him before he landed on the floor. Catching the teen in an almost hug he gently pushed him back up in the bed and pulled the covers over his broken body.

Sighing and shaking his head he looked up when he heard the door open, revealing Melissa.

His eyes followed her as she made her way to her son and a small pained smile graced her lips. The moment was over and she looked up at Peter, her graze sharp and demanding.

"I heard you, Derek and Deaton talk. Is it true?" her voice begging, pleading for the truth to be a lie even when she very well knew it wasn't.

He looked away from her. Call him a coward all you wanted but no person, no matter how dead they was on the inside could look a parent in the eyes and tell them that their child was dying.

"He bears his guilt like it's armor. I try to get him to talk to me but he has closed off to me." He looked at her with hardened eyes, "But yes, he's dying and it's only a matter of time before his heart gives out, too much stress and the guilt is killing him."

Melissa nodded as to say okay, before she walked out of the room and Peter could hear her sob and cry in the bathroom down the hall.

He looked at Scott and saw the teen had opened his eyes. He sighed as Scott turned away from him, he knew what came now, but this time Peter refused to let the teen get away with it, he would force him to talk if it was what Scott needed.

He slowly made his way onto the bed and gripped Scott around the waist, ignoring the young wolfs useless struggle. He pulled him up in his lap as he whispered words of comfort in his ears.

It was time to do what he did best, manipulate people to get what he wanted, only this time he wanted the cold hard truth, no matter how much it would hurt the pup.

"You can trust me Scott. I won't tell the others who you killed but I think it will help you if you told more about it to me, okay." It wasn't a question but an order and by the look on Scott's face he knew it.

The teen buried his head deeper into Peter's shoulder, soft sob wrecking the fragile body.

"I-I-I didn't me-mean to do it, he just stood there and, and, and," Scott's voice broke off, and he started to struggle for breath. Forcing Scott to look at him, blue eyes met blue.

"I know you didn't mean to Scott but you have to talk about it, we have to know so we can help you get over it, okay?" Peter spoke softly, as if his mind wasn't working overtime. He knew even before he saw Scott's eyes that the pup had lost his Alpha spark but it had to be had happen before Theo had come to the library to kill him.

He hadn't died as an Alpha.

He made hushing noises as he tried to calm the younger wolf, not liking how black blood slowly tickled it's way down his chin. The coughing fit started and Scott couldn't seem to stop again. Gently Peter moved him back onto the bed and laid him on him side, rubbing his back as he took the pain away.

Only there wasn't any pain to take.

"Damn it Scott!" he yelled and shook the teen. Brown eyes looked up at him. There were too big, too human, they were the eyes of someone who knew they were dying.

A part of Peter died right there.

"Please stay," he heard Scott whisper as the blood in the corners of his mouth stopped flowing. He heard Scott's heard stuttered and then nothing.

"He was innocent." Scott mumbled before he fell quiet.

Peter starred shocked at the teen. Then it hit him like a brick wall and he scrambled to stand, the only thought that went through Peter Hale's head right then was 'So are you Scott and we don't let innocent people die'

You once said I'll never walk away
I'll never sail away, I'll never go
And I was there, standing outside your door
Waiting for you to show me how to stay.

A/N
I almost dare to say this was the most depressing chapter I have ever written, I used so many tissues that I had to buy more.
How was it? Again reviews will be tressured like were they my children. The song lyrics are from the song Ready to Fight by Roby Fayer.