"Come on, Issac. Please." Izzy begs the boy. "I'm literally like your favorite person ever."

Issac scoffs. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

Izzy dramatically gasps as she stretches for lacrosse, Issac helping her with what she needed. "Are you saying I'm not?!"

"You said it not me." Issac jokes holding his hands up in mock surrender.

"And to think, I actually meant something to you." Izzy fake sobs.

Issac chuckles and pats her back. "You do. I mean who else would I get the answers for math from."

"It gets worse." Izzy pretends to cry harder.

Issac goes to speak, but stops when someone approaches them. Izzy looks up and sees Scott coming over. She groans and sits down on the bench next to Issac, laying her head on his shoulder.

"Hey, Izzy—."

"Isabelle." Izzy and Issac say together. Issac knew that the girl hated the boy and he had no right to call her by her nickname.

"Isabelle." Scott corrects. "Can-I, uh, talk to you for a sec?"

"What for?" Izzy raises an eyebrow at him.

"It's important, it's about Stiles. Please, Isabelle." Scott pleads. "Only for a second, I promise."

Izzy lifts her head up and eyes him listening to his heartbeat. When she didn't her anything irregular, she sighs and looks to Issac who sends her a slight shrug.

"One second." Izzy tells Scott sternly before she packs her things up. She looks to Issac. "Call me later, if anything."

"Of course." Issac nods with a smile. Izzy smiles back placing a light kiss to his cheek and following Scott.

The two walk into Coach's office where Izzy looks around and walks to his desk, leaning back on the desk.

"Is this about the other night?" Izzy asks him
boredly. "I still don't forgive you."

"No and I know." Scott says looking to the ground and then back at her. "... I needed to ask you something. Do you, uh... Do you know if Allison still likes me?"

"I'm not the one to speak to about this." Izzy states. "I barely talk to the girl."

"But I know you know something." Scott retorts.

"Doesn't mean I want to tell you." Izzy rolls her eyes. Scott gives her a pleading look and Izzy sighs. "She still likes you."

Scott's eyes widen in shock. "Really?"

"She'll always like you..." Izzy trails off. "She just momentarily hates you."

"Everybody hates me." Scott answers taking a few steps closer to Izzy.

Izzy gives him a weird look. "What are you doing?"

Scott says nothing. He only takes a few steps closer and leans in. Izzy eyes widen and she pushes the boy away from her harshly. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You literally were just talking about Allison and the fake that I still strongly hate you hasn't disappeared."

Izzy pushes him again and then leaves the office running back on to the field.

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Scott and Stiles are sitting on the bench as Izzy was practicing drills on the field, ignoring Scott.

"Hey! What happened?" Stiles asks tying his shoes.

Scott glances at him. "What?"

Stiles looks at him exasperatedly. "What do you mean, 'what?' Did you ask her? Did she say anything? Did she say she liked me? Did she imply she liked me?"

"Yeah. Yeah, she likes you." Scott nods not looking at his best friend.

"Yeah, Hale! That's why you're the captain of this team!" Coach shouts as she makes yet another goal not missing any of them.

Stiles looks up at her with a smile. Izzy smiles back sending him a wave with her lacrosse stick. He waves back. She felt slightly guilty and is gonna tell the boy the truth later.

"Let's go! Next!" Coach blows his whistle. Coach throws the ball and immediately Scott runs for it.

Moving fast, the McCall boy twists his stick to keep the ball in tight before two players collide into Scott, ramming into to him with nothing m, but brutality. He rolls on the ground. Izzy chuckles.

Coach laughs. "Guess some people don't appreciate your new status there, McCall. Who's next? Let's go!"

Coach sends the ball bouncing to the ground. Scott runs and grabs it and shoots forward, hardly at the two defenders. He smashes right through them. Danny, playing goal, comes forward slowly trying to stop him, Scott whips around and shoved his helmet into Danny's helmet sending him into the air.

Danny falls to the fall with a strangled cry, hitting the ground hard as his helmet snaps into the dirt.

"Danny!" Izzy exclaims and runs toward him slowly takes his helmet off. She looks back at all the others surrounding them. "Call an ambulance!"

No one dared to move. Izzy shout. "I said call an ambulance! Now!"

One of the lacrosse players take out his phone and immediately starts dialing. Izzy looks back at Danny and holds his hand, Jackson joining them and holding the other.

"You're gonna be okay, D. I promise." Izzy places a soft kiss on his cheek. "I'll beat his ass for you later."

Danny let's out a chuckle before he groans. "Don't make me laugh. It hurts."

"Sorry." Izzy smiles slightly.

After making sure Danny was in the ambulance safely and Izzy promising she'll check on him later. Izzy walks towards Stiles who was watching his best friend walk away from him.

"Hey." Izzy joins him.

"Hey." Stiles turns to her. "How's Danny?"

"Not good. He hit his head pretty hard." Izzy explains.

"I don't know what's gotten into Scott." Stiles sighs taking a seat on the bench.

"He tried to kiss me." Izzy blurts out.

"What?!" Stiles exclaims standing back up.

"We were talking about Allison and if she liked him or not, and then he leaned in trying to kiss me. I pushed him away very hard." Izzy informs him. "I hate him more than ever now."

"What the hell is going on with him?" Stiles looks towards Scott's walking figure with nothing, but hurt and betrayal in his eyes.

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"You kissed her, Scott! Okay?" Stiles exclaims. "You tried to kissed Izzy. That's, like, the one girl that I ev-- And, you know, the past three hours, I've been thinking, 'It's probably just the full moon,' you know? 'He doesn't even know what he's doing, and tomorrow, he'll be totally back to normal. He probably won't even remember what a complete dumbass he's been-- a son of a bitch, a freaking unbelievable piece of crap friend'—."

"She would have kissed me." Scott states.

"...What?" Stiles says sadly.

"If she didn't hate me, then she would have kissed me. We would have done a lot more, too." Scott says smugly. "Lydia also. Now she-she had her hands all over me."

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"Stiles, please let me out. It's the full moon, I swear. You know I wouldn't do any of this on purpose. Please, Stiles, let me out. It's starting to hurt." Scott begs.

Izzy walks into the McCall household and up the stairs seeing Stiles sitting in the hall way with his head in his hands. She sighs softly sitting next to him.

Stiles looks up. Izzy smiles softly. "Hey."

"Hey." Stiles says back just as softly.

"You okay?" Izzy asks him.

Stiles shakes his head. Izzy takes his hand that was clenched into a fist and makes him open his hand. She holds his hand in hers and looks to him again. "You want to talk about it?"

"Would you have kissed Scott back if you didn't hate him?" Stiles asks not looking at her, only at the wall informs of them.

"Ew no." Izzy shakes her head. "Scott isn't exactly my type and just ew. He also practically had sex with Lydia from what she told me."

Stiles felt a weight lift off his shoulders. He squeezes her hand. "I'm sorry for asking, he's been getting into my head."

"It's okay. Scott's acting like a dick right now." Izzy shrugs. Stiles chuckles.

"It's the full moon... it's Allison breaking up with me... I know... that it's not just taking a break. She broke up with me. And it's killing me. I feel completely hopeless." Scott speaks again after they stop talking. "Just, please-- let me out."

"I can't." Stiles says painfully.

Suddenly Scott screams. "No, no, no!AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The two quickly stand up and Izzy pushes open the door. The handcuffs Scott were once in, lied twisted and broken on the floor, completely bent out of shape. Past the bed, a cool breeze rushes through the window, Scott nowhere to be seen.

"I'll go look for him." Izzy says walking quickly towards the window. Stiles grabs her arm. She turns to him.

"Be careful, please." Stiles says softly.

Izzy nods. "Of course."

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When Izzy had finally caught up with Scott, he was suddenly tackled making her eyes widen in shock.

The shadowy figure flips forward, landing on its feet. It was Derek. Derek Hale, baring his fangs at Scott, very much alive. Izzy eyes water at the sight. She slowly approaches them watching at Scott tries to fight Derek off, but of course Derek being more powerful keeps him in place.

"Scott, Scott stop." Derek pushes down on him with a growl before he was human again. Scott looks him over not exactly recognizing him.

Scott then looks down at his hands and claws. Realization flows through him. "What is happening to me?"

"Exactly what he wants." Derek answers.

"Dad." Izzy chokes out, tears flowing down his cheeks.

Derek turns towards her. "Izzy."

Izzy runs to him and wraps her arms around his neck as Derek holds her close. Izzy cries into his neck clutching on to him for dear life.

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"Hey, princess. We're here." Derek taps her.

"I'm tired." Izzy groans as she leans her head against the window of his car.

"Guess we have to do this another way." Derek mumbles getting out of the car and walking over to his daughters side. He opens the door making her almost fall before he catches her and lifts her up carrying her towards the house.

"Ahh!" Izzy squeals with a giggle as Derek pretends to drop her. Derek chuckles kissing the top of her head and opening the door to the Hale house.

Derek let's Izzy down as they walk into the living room where Marcel was sitting watching tv. He turns to them. "Hey guys." He looks away and then back to them. He jumps up. "Derek. Your alive."

Derek chuckles and nods. "I am."

Marcel walks to him and they share a hug. Izzy smiles at the two. The two pull away and Derek looks between his daughter and Marcel. "I can't stay long."

"What?" Izzy's smile immediately drops. "Why not?"

"I have to go." Derek says not giving her an explanation. "This is for safety, Iz."

"I can protect myself! From Uncle Peter!" Izzy says quickly shutting her mouth when she realizes what she said.

"What?" Derek walks towards her.

"I know the alpha is Uncle Peter, Dad." Izzy sighs. "And I'm not scared of him. You know I can take care of myself."

"Iz, it's way more than what it seems." Derek tries. None of them noticing Marcel speeding to his room.

"No it's not." Izzy shakes her head. "He wants me and Scott for power and I just want my dad back."

"Iz—."

"Please dad." Izzy begs. "I really need you back. I'm sorry for what I said, I didn't mean any of it. I need you, dad. Just for today at least. Please..."

Derek stares into his daughters teary eyes. He walks to her and wraps her in a tight hug. Izzy hugs him back just as right.

"I'll stay." Derek whispers. "I'm sorry for all the hurt I caused you, princess. I didn't mean to."

"I love you, dad." Izzy says through a light sob. God was she happy to be back in her dads arms.

"I love you more, baby girl." Derek presses a light kiss on her forehead. He was happy that his daughter wasn't mad at him anymore. That she was in his arms one again.

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In New Orleans, 2 months have passed and the Mikealson family was still looking for the oldest Mikealson twin.

They were also searching for Davina, Kol and Marcel. Little did they know Davina and Kol were in New Orleans watching them from afar, making sure they would gets to Izzy.

They hated being away from Izzy for so long especially when they felt like something was wrong, but this needed to be done because there was no way they were going to let Izzy be found.

"Dad." Hope walks into her fathers room.

Klaus looks away from his canvas and to his daughter. "Yes, Hope?"

"I never asked you this, but why did you guys treat Izzy that way?" Hope sits on his bed.

"Because she's not as powerful as you are. She was useless." Klaus states.

"Then why are you looking for her?" Hope questions.

"Because she obviously is powerful and she doesn't belong with that unknown family. She belongs with us." Klaus says sternly.

"And what if she's happy?" Hope questions again.

"She's not." Klaus snaps. "Now leave me be and go help your Aunt Freya with finding your sister."

Hope rolls her eyes. "Yes, sir."