"It was you." A voice gasped. Izzy woke up to a slight pain in her stomach, she looked down and saw her stomach was half way healed.

Izzy then looked at her surroundings and noticed she was in the mens locker room at the school, laying on the bench. She looked up feeling eyes on her and saw her father, Scott and the one and only Peter Hale.

Peter smirks at her and looks to Scott. "When I was in high school, we played basketball. There's a real sport. Still, I read somewhere that lacrosse comes from Native American tribes, and that they played it to resolve conflict. Do I have that right?"

"You shouldn't be here." Izzy glares at, groaning as she sat up.

"Hmm..." Peter hums and looks between her and Scott. "I have a little conflict of my own to resolve, Scott... But I need yours and Izzy's help to do it."

"You can fucking die." "I'm not helping you kill people." Both Izzy and Scott say firmly, Izzy glancing at her father who didn't look at her at all.

"Well, I don't want to kill all of them-- just the responsible ones. And that doesn't have to include..." Peter trails off looking to Derek.

Derek sighs. "Allison."

"You're on his side?" Izzy shouts at her father as she abruptly stands up causing her to stumble forward. Derek goes to catch her, but Izzy pushes his hands off her and holds on to Scott. "Are you forgetting the part where he killed Aunt Laura?! Almost killed me like twice!"

"It was a mistake..." Derek looks to the ground. He never hated himself more...But he had to do this. It was part of his plan.

"What?!" Izzy and Scott say in unison, the boy still holding her up.

"It happens..." Derek says with no emotion in this voice, but he held back tears.

"What the hell? Are you serious?!" Izzy looks at her father biting her lip to hold back her own tears from falling. "I-I can't even look at you, right now."

Derek's heart dropped. He never thought in his life he would hear those words come out of his daughters mouth. Izzy never thought she would say them to him, but things changed when they got to Beacon Hills.

"Isabelle, Scott." Peter starts. I think you're getting it all wrong. We just really want to help you reach your full potential."

"I don't need your helping. I'm already stronger than you." Izzy glares at him.

Scott scoffs. "By killing my friends?"

"Sometimes the people closest to you can be the ones holding you back the most." Peter spoke with fake sympathy in his tone.

"Is that what happened with you?" Izzy snaps looking to her father who once again didn't reply, only looked down at his feet.

"If they're holding me-us back from becoming a psychotic nut-job like you, I'm okay with that." Scott shoots back looking to Izzy. "You?"

"I'm more than okay with it." Izzy says still clutching on to Scott so she wouldn't fall. Did she still hate him? Kinda. Was she slowly getting over it? Yes. Peter steps toward them, Scott takes a step back.

"Maybe... you could try—." Peter's nails turn to claws and Izzy knew exactly what he was going to do and sadly she couldn't stop it. "And see things from my perspective..."

Just like that, Peter digs his nails into the back of Scott's neck, seconds later he pulls them out. Scott's grip on Izzy falter, causing them to both drop to the floor.

Derek goes to help his daughter, but Izzy scoots back away from his hands, clutching on to her once again bleeding stomach. "Just go. Leave."

When Derek doesn't move, Izzy speaks again. "Leave!" Derek looks at her one more time before he quickly walks away, leaving Izzy to watch Scott as she struggles to heal. She pulls out her phone calling the one person who hasn't betrayed her...Marcel.

"Celly, I-I need your help. I'm at the school. Please hurry."

Moments later, Marcel comes rushing in with Stiles behind him. "Izzy! What happened?"

"Peter happened. I can't heal properly." Izzy groan as Stiles helps her sit against the wall before going over to Scott helping him do the same. "And-And Dad's on his side, Celly."

"Fucking Derek." Marcel mumbles. "Let's not worry about anything besides you healing."

"Can we get out of here? Please." Izzy begs.

Marcel just nods picking her up bridal style, turning to look at the Stilinski and McCall boys. "You two come on."

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"What's up?" Stiles says as they pull up to where Allison's father and Jackson stood talking.

"Is everything okay?" Izzy questions sitting in between Scott and Stiles, holding on to her still stomach, the cut over night had finally healed.

The way it healed was weird...Izzy and Stiles were talking on their way home, Stiles trying to cheer up Izzy and it worked. When she got home it was then she noticed that the wound was now a long scar. Like she said...weird.

Now she was with the two boys trying to free Jackson from Argent and it was a good distraction from thinking about last nights events with her father.

The Argent smiles at them fakely. "Hey, Isabelle, Scott. Your friend here was just having car trouble. We're just taking a look."

"There's a shop right down the street. I'm sure they have a tow truck." Scott informs them.

"Yeah." Stiles agrees. "You want a ride?"

Jackson stays quite so Izzy speaks up. "Is this about me punching you? If so I'm sorry, but we both know you're way too pretty to be out here all by yourself and you need a ride."

Scott gives Jackson a look as he opens the door. Jackson just nods and starts walking to the car. Scott getting you so that, Jackson could sit in the back.

"Hey, boys?" Before Jackson could get in, Argent calls to them as he starts the car. "Told you I knew a few things about cars."

Jackson let's out a breath as Argent starts walking toward his car, getting in and taking off. Once he's out of sight, Jackson turns to Scott. "What, are you following me now?"

"Yes, you stupid freaking idiot!" Scott slams Stiles's door shut.

"You almost gave away everything, right there!" Izzy exclaims as she and Stiles move next to Scott.

"What are you talking about?" Jackson asks confused.

"He thinks you're the second Beta." Scott tells him.

"What?" Jackson says now getting annoyed.

"He thinks you're me!" Scott bangs the door to Stiles's jeep.

"Dude, my Jeep..." "Hey! Watch the Jeep." Stiles and Izzy say in unison. Stiles giving the Hale a smile.

"I can hear your heart beating from a mile away-- literally!" Scott goes face to face with Jackson again, getting riled up. "Now he thinks that there's something wrong, and now I have to keep an eye on you so he doesn't kill you, too!"

Scott goes to punch the Jeep again, Stiles grabs him stopping him from doing so. "Okay, how about we step away from Stiles' Jeep..."

"This is your problem, not mine, okay?" Jackson raises his voice back at Scott. "I didn't say anything, which means you're the one that's gonna get me killed. Okay? This is your fault!"

Jackson pushes Scott into the Jeep. Both Stiles and Izzy groan. Izzy speaks. ""Can you stop hitting the Jeep?"

Scott pants as he pushes Jackson back. Jackson goes to push him again, but Stiles gets in between them. "Yo, all right! Yo, guys, stop. All right!"

"You should let them fight, Sti." Izzy leans against the Jeep. "I would pay to see Jackson finally get his ass beat."

"Thanks." Jackson gives her a sarcastic smile in which Izzy gives him a thumbs up.

"When they come after you, I won't be able to protect you. I can't protect anyone." Scott says, glancing at Stiles and Izzy.

"Why are you looking at us?" Stiles gestures between himself and Izzy.

"You know, now you have to do it." Jackson clenches his jaw. "Get me what I want, and I will be fine protecting myself."

"No, you won't! Just trust me-- all it does is make things worse!" Scott retorts.

"Oh, yeah, really? You can hear anything you want and run faster than humanly possible. Sounds like a real hardship, McCall." Jackson says sarcastically.

Scott groans, growing frustrated. "Yeah, I can run really fast now, except half the time, I'm running away from people trying to kill me! And I can hear things, like-like my girlfriend telling people she doesn't trust me anymore, right before breaking up with me. I'm not lying to you! It ruins your life."

"It ruined your life. You had all the power in the world, and you didn't know what to do with it. You know what it's actually like? It's like you turned sixteen, and someone bought you a Porsche when they should have started you out with a nice little Honda." Jackson smiles smugly. "Me? I drive a Porsche."

"That your daddy got for you." Izzy pipes in. "He's right. It's not easy Jack, you have to deal with not being normal and it's not something you should go through at such a young age...or in general. You're seen as a monster."

"You would know?" Jackson scoffs raising an eyebrow at her.

All Izzy does is flash her eyes, their red-orange color. "I've been seen as a monster my whole damn life."

Stiles grabs Izzy's hand comfortingly and drags her towards the Jeep, leaving Scott and Jackson to glare at each other.

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"That's nasty." Izzy tells Stiles watching as he drunk milk from its carton.

Stiles rolls his eyes and gently pushes her to walk back upstairs until they see his father at a table papers all over it. "Whatcha doing?"

"Work." His father doesn't even glance at them.

"Anything we can help with?" Stiles asks ignoring the glare he got from Izzy.

"Don't sign me up, Stiles." Izzy says. "If I wanted to help I would have asked myself."

Stiles ignores her waiting for his fathers response. "You know, if you poured me an ounce of whiskey, that would be awfully nice."

Stiles quickly grabs the Jack Daniels bottle and then with his free hand grabs Izzy's hand dragging her to the table.

"But-But we were watching Iron Man." Izzy whines. "I wanna swoon over Scarlett Johansson."

"We can watch Iron Man later and you can swoon over her as much as you want later." Stiles tells her as they approach the table.

"Promise?" Izzy sticks out her pinky.

"Promise." Stiles sighs connecting their pinky's as they sit. Stiles pours his father a cup of whiskey. "Any leads?"

"You know I can't discuss that with you." Stilinski glances at his son as he pours the whiskey. "Not too much!"

"Okay." Stiles nods as he slowly pours more and more, basically filling it all the way to the top. Izzy chuckles. "There you go, Dad."

"Thanks." Stilinski takes it not giving them a look, his eye glued to his paper in hand.

"Bottoms up." Izzy points to him watching as he chugs it down.

"You know, Derek Hale would be a whole hale of a lot--Hale of a lot...?" The eldest Stilinski slurs.

"That must be some powerful stuff." Izzy mumbles looking it over. "Maybe I should try some."

"Hell of a lot?" Stiles says for him taking the bottle of alcohol away from the girl.

"Hell... Yes..." Stilinski nods. "He would be a hell of a lot easier to catch if we could get an actual picture of him."

"How do you not have a picture of him?" Izzy asks. She right now strongly disliked her father, but it was weird to her that after the amount of times he's been in jail, they still don't have a decent mugshot.

"It's the weirdest thing... It's like every time we tried to get a mug shot, it's like two laser-beams were pointing at the camera." He shows them the picture. Izzy having to cover her mouth to stop her laughter from escaping.

"Nice." Stiles hums.

"Oh, my God... Ohhh! God, that ounce hit me like a brick." Stilinski exclaims. "And I have said way too much, and if you guys repeat any of that--"

"Dad, it's me! I'm not gonna say anything." Stiles states. "Izzy won't either."

"I won't." Izzy gives him a small smile. "I really don't talk to anyone anymore."

Stilinski nods slowly as he continues. "See, the thing is, they're all connected... I mean, the bus driver that got killed? He was an insurance investigator assigned to the Hale House Fire."

"'Terminated under suspicion of fraud.'" Stiles reads, Izzy eyes widened a bit at the news.

"Exact-ly." The man slurs again.

"Who else?" Izzy questions curiously.

"The video store clerk who got his throat slashed? He's a convicted felon-- history of arson."

"What about the other two guys, the guys who got killed in the woods?" Stiles asks looking over the paper work.

"Priors all over their records, including--."

"Arson." Izzy finishes for the oldest Stilinski.

"So, maybe they all had something to do with the fire..." Stiles trails off seeing that his father got quite. "...Another shot?"

"No, no, no. No more." Stilinski shakes his head vigorously.

"Dad, come on!" Stiles pats his shoulder. "You work really hard, all right? You deserve it."

"Oh, my God..." Stilinski groans. "I'm gonna have such a hangover..."

"You mean you're gonna have such a good night's sleep!" Stiles corrects, he them mutters loud enough for Izzy to hear. "I'm gonna have an eternity in the lowest circle of hell..."

"I'll be there next to you." Izzy pats his shoulder. Her words bringing Stiles some type of comfort.

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"Stiles, there's just so many questions..." Stilinski whines.

Stiles glances at him. "Like what?"

"Like, if Derek wanted to kill everyone involved with the fire, then why start with his sister? I mean, she had nothing to do with it. Why make it look like some kind of animal did it?" Stilinski questions glancing at Izzy who kept her eyes on the paper. "When that cougar ended up in the parking lot, I checked with animal control-- you know the instances of wild animal reports were up seventy percent over the past few months? It's like they're going crazy, running out of the woods... I don't know..."

"Or something's scaring them out..." Stiles says with realization in his tone, he reaches over and takes Izzy's hand in his to comfort her.

"You know, I miss talking to you... It's like we never have time--."

"Dad, you know, I have to make a phone call. I'm sorry, we'll be right back." Stiles's cuts in dragging Izzy up and towards the kitchen.

"I do... I miss it... and I miss your mom..." Stilinski mumbles not loud enough for Stiles to hear, but Izzy heard it clearly.

"What'd you say?" Stiles turns to him quickly.

Stilinski shakes his head. "Thanks."