Isabelle and Stiles sat in the back of an ambulance. The red and blue lights constantly changing. They we're surrounded by deputy cars, their lights just as obnoxious.

"I told you, I just-- we walked in, and we saw the Jeep on top of the guy." Stiles moves the hand that was paralyzed before. "That's all."

His father looks at him and eyes him with a frown. "What's wrong with your hand?"

"Nothing." Stiles quickly says as he puts his hand down. Isabelle takes his hand into hers. Holdings it comfortably. "Can we just get out of here, now?"

"Look." Stilinski starts. "If there's something you don't think you can tell me--."

"You think I'm lying?" Stiles interjects.

"No, of course not!" His father is quick to say, though Izz and Stiles didn't believe him. "I'm just worried about you. Now, if you saw someone do this, both of you, and if you're afraid that maybe they're gonna come back and make sure you don't say anything about it--."

"We didn't see anything." Izzy speaks up sounding more convincing then Stiles. "We tried to help him, but we couldn't. Stiles hurt is hand doing so."

"There." Stiles huffs. "She said everything. "Can we go now, please?"

Stilinski sighs. "Sure... But, not in your Jeep. We're going to have to impound it."

Stiles looks at his father in disbelief. Before he could speak, his father does again. "Sorry, kid. Evidence. I'll see you at home. You too, Isabelle?"

"I don't know, sir." Isabelle shrugs. Ever since
Hope came into town, two days ago. Isabelle hasn't went home. Not once. The night she spent with Stiles in her bed was the same night she left. She's been staying with Stiles, but not wanting to bother him and his father further...she was going to find someone else. "But thank you. For letting me stay get again."

"You're always welcomed." Stilinski says as he stands. Izzy knows part of him letting her stay was out of guilt and sympathy. He knew her family and knew that it was tough for her.

"All right, well... at least make sure they wash it!" Stiles yells out to his father, who simply nodded as he walked away.

"I'll call Scott." Izzy pulls out her phone. She squeezes Stiles's hand. The boy nods, clutching on to her hand, relishing in the comfort her touch brought him.

About 15 minutes after Izzy called Scott, the boy had arrived in his mother's car. The two walk to his car, hands intertwined.

Stiles opens the back door for her, allowing her to go in before he closes it and goes to the passengers, getting in and slamming the door. Scott gives him a concerned look. "You okay? Both of you?"

"Yeah." Izzy gives him a small smile.

"Yeah." Stiles also says, his more unconvincing. "You were right. It's not like you guys. I mean, its eyes were almost, like... reptilian. But there was something about them."

Scott gives him a weird and confused look. "What do you mean?"

"You know when you see, like, a friend in a Halloween mask, but all you can see are their eyes?" Stiles looks out of the front window as he explains. "And you feel like you know 'em, but you just can't figure out who it is?"

"Are you saying you know who it is?" Scott tilts his head at him. He looks to Izzy who shakes her head.

"No..." Izzy says. What he's saying that we think it knew us."

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Later that night, Scott dropped Isabelle off at her house and instead of going inside, she decided that she'd take a walk. Allowing her feet to take her where ever they desired.

She wasn't going in that house. Not with Hope there. She brought out the pain Izzy tried to hard to forget and when she finally did, it resurfaced and it was because of her.

As Izzy walked she felt like there was something or someone following her. She got that weird intuition feeling in her chest. Instead of making it obvious that she knew, she was most likely being watched.

She looked around and when she saw nobody she sped to the nearest safe destination and that just happened to be the abandoned train station her father—Derek. Was staying at.

"Does anyone wanna try not being completely predictable?" She heard the sound of his voice in the distance.

Isabelle sped through the long tunnel and when she got there, she came to a vault when she saw Erica on her father kissing him. Derek goes to push her off, but Isabelle reacts first.

The youngest Hale, throws her arm out and picks up Erica off of her father before throwing her into the wall. The girl's spine breaking slightly at the hard impact. Derek looks with wide eyes. He looks around and his eyes soften when he sees Isabelle walking in, lowering her arm.

"That's the last time you do that." Isabelle grits her teeth as she looks at a hurting Eric's from afar.

"Why?" Erica groans out. "Don't you want a step—."

Izzy speeds to her, and lifts her up by her neck. The girl gasping for air. "Don't forget who got you to be this way. I can take it all from you with a simple flick of my wrist. Watch yourself."

She throws Erica back down on the floor and turns around to look at her father. "I need to talk to you. Really bad."

"Okay." Derek nods. "Just let me handle them first."

Izzy mumbles an okay as she steps to the side. Her eyes going to Isaac who was on the floor groaning in pain. She rolls her eyes at the sight of him.

"Are we done?" Isaac sits up on the floor. "I got about a hundred bones that need a few hours to heal."

"Come here..." Derek walks to him and talks his hand into his grasp. He break's Isaac's wrist causing the Lahey to scream out in pain. "A hundred and one. You think I'm teaching you to fight? Huh? Look at me! I'm teaching you how to survive!"

"By hurting them more." Izzy mumbles. Derek ignoring her statement.

"If they wanted us dead, why aren't they coming for us now?" Isaac motions to himself, Erica and Boyd. "What are they waiting for?"

"I don't know." Derek clenches his jaw. "But, they're planning something. And you especially know that's not our only problem. Whatever that thing is that killed Isaac's father, I think it killed someone else last night. Until I find out what that is, you all need to learn everything that I know... As fast as I can teach you."

Isabelle gives them all a look before walking into the train carriage, Derek following her. Izzy releases a sigh as she looks to him. "You're hurting them more than you're actually teaching."

"They need to learn."

"And it has to be the rough way?" Izzy raises an eyebrow at him. "Did you not see how they all looked at you? They're freaking terrified of you. They flinched the whole time you spoke!"

"They're scared. That's how they need to be." Derek sits down.

Izzy walks to him. "No it's not. They're not going to obey you because they genuinely like or because your their alpha. They're going to obey you because they're scared of you and what you would do to them if they mess up. I learned that the hard way with...with Klaus. You out of all people know better."

Derek releases a breath. "I know, I'm sorry. I-I just want them to be prepared. The hunters and this new species are dangerous. They need to understand that."

"They do." Izzy sits next to him. "What you need to understand is that they aren't just werewolves, their teenagers who have their lives up to better themselves. They're still hurting and healing. Just like me...You."

Silence fills the carriage as Derek takes in her words. Izzy decides to speak again. "Stiles and I came in contact with the thing that killed Isaac's father."

Derek snaps his head towards her. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"Stiles was getting his car fixed and the thing showed up out of nowhere. It produces this slimy substance that paralyzes what every body part it touches." Izzy explains. "It's reptile looking. Those-It's eyes. It looked like they recognized me...Stiles."

"So you know who it is?"

"No." Izzy shakes his head. "But I think it definitely knows who we are."

"Its gonna be hard to catch." Derek sits back. "Especially with the hunters."

"I know." Izzy mumbles. Silence once again fills the air. Izzy clears her throat. "Can-Can I stay here with you? For a couple of days?"

"Why?" Derek looks at her with wide eyes. "What happened at home?"

"Home isn't exactly home right now." Izzy mutters. "Kol and Davina came back..."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"It was until they brought back someone." Izzy fiddles with her fingers.

"Brought back someone?" Derek gives a look. "Who?"

"Hope. They-They brought back Hope." Izzy stutters over her words.

"What? Why? What is wrong with them?!" Derek stands up abruptly. "How could they be so stupid? Why is she here?!"

"I don't know." Izzy shrugs wiping away a stray tear. "I left before they could explain. I haven't been home in 2 days. Can-Can I stay with you for a little bit? I know what I said to you at the skating rink, but I'm sorry and I didn't mean it. I was just missing you because you changed so much and—."

"You do not need to apologize." Derek cuts her off. He sits back down next to her and brings her into his side. "You did absolutely nothing wrong. Everything was my fault. Do not and I mean do not blame yourself for my wrong doings. I gave on you. You're my daughter and I didn't treat you like it. I love you, Izzy. With everything in me and I'm sorry. You do not apologize to me again, are we clear?"

Izzy nods as she leans into her dad's side. Derek pulls her closer as he holds onto her. This is just what the girl needed, to be i the comforting arms of her father. He was all she ever had and she hated not having him in her life for the temporary time that he was gone.

She just hoped she never lost him again. Not in any type of way.

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Isabelle currently sat outside of the guidance counselor's, Lydia clinging onto her arm. Her mother had called her that morning telling her about how Lydia punched her mirror and was just acting really weird.

Being the best friend she is, Izzy decided to sit with the girl until she was called into the office. Due to her punching the mirror the girl now had to wear gloves, her mother and Izzy afraid she would do more damage to herself if she didn't.

"Nice gloves." A voice says from Lydia's left side. The two girls look at him. Izzy tilting her head slightly at the sight of the boy. His face was very familiar and she was trying to rack her brain to see where she noticed him from.

Lydia smiles at him, glancing down at her gloves. "Thank you."

"So, what's your brand of psychosis?" The boy questions causing him to receive a hard glare from Izzy.

Lydia scoffs. "Really?"

"We're all here for something." The boy gives a shrug. Izzy's eyes widen slightly recognizing exactly who this is. She clenched her jaw, squeezing Lydia's hand slightly. "We don't have to be ashamed of it."

"I have an acute phobia of people prying into my personal life." Lydia says sarcastically with a large smirk on her lips. "You?"

"Compulsively drawn to cute but narcissistic girls." The boy remarks, a grin now on his lips. Izzy looks at him in disbelief.

Before Lydia could retort. The counselor, Ms.Morrell opens the door and looks at Lydia with a smile. "Are you ready, Lydia?"

Lydia nods and let's go of Izzy. She gives the girl a kiss on the cheek before getting up and walking into the office. Once the door closes, Izzy looks at the boy with a hard look. "You're such a fucking dick."

"What?" The boy lets out a small laugh. "Did I do something to you?"

"You're absolutely disgusting." Izzy snaps.

"You don't even know me." The boy defends.

Izzy rolls her eyes and moves to where Lydia once sat. She raises an eyebrow at him. "Is that right, Uncle Peter?"

"You we're always too intelligent for your own good." Peter hums.

"You really thought I wouldn't know who you were? It's pathetic you would think so."

"It's pathetic of you to think I would care." Young Peter retorts.

Izzy clenches her wrist making Peter gasps as his air way slowly closed. "You're testing me and my patience. You're lucky I wasn't the one to kill you because you would actually be dead. You better leave Lydia alone and stop being a perv before I turn you into ashes. This time the fire will be by my hand. We don't want to burn again now do we?"

Peter frantically shakes his head, his face red. Izzy smiles as she lets him go and stands. "Good. It was great talking to you. Next talk won't be as good as this one. Why? Because I'm not even going to give you the chance to speak before you are on the floor begging for your life back."