Isabelle stared at the familiar girl in shock. She felt her body freeze, but at the same time her hands became sweaty and shaky. Marcel, Kol and Davina notice and they share a look.

Isabelle's eyes glowed as all horrid memories filled the girls head. The people around her watch with terrified eyes. Especially Noah and Rowan, who just came down from their rooms.

Isabelle felt her hands start to shake, red and white mist leaving from her fingers. She was losing control and they could all notice. Hope looked around her, fear showing on her face as she saw their looks.

Not wasting another moment, Izzy throws her arm up and Hope is thrown against the wall. Hope lets out a scream as her body hits the wall.

"Izzy!" Davina, Kol and Marcel all shout her name.

Izzy doesn't flinch or even glance at them. Her eyes are on Hope, watching as she struggled to move. Her legs and arm were all restrained, stopping her from fighting back.

Kol goes to approach her, but Marcel stops him from doing so. "You can't."

"Why not?" Kol questions. "The girl is dying right now. We need her."

"She's in her mind and memories, right now." Rowan speaks, standing next Marcel. "You knock her out of it, it can hurt her permanently."

"She needs her anchor." Davina joins in. "Her anchor can be the only one to get her out of her head."

"Stiles." Noah mumbles loud enough for them to hear. "It was Derek, but after everything. I think it's Stiles."

Marcel gives Rowan a nod and Rowan speeds out to the Stilinski house hold to get the boy. Marcel let's out a sigh and looks to Izzy. "Iz, angel, you have to let her go. We need her, right now."

"No!" Izzy shouts not looking away from Hope. Their eyes locking, Hope giving her a pleading look. "She-She shouldn't be here! I do not need her!"

"Izzy." Davina calls to her softly. She tries to touch her arm.

"No! Stop!" Izzy jumps back from her touch. "You know better than anyone what she-she has done to me. All the hurt I've been through was because of her! We do not need her here! She should be dead, along with the rest of her family!"

Izzy squeezes her hand and Hope starts gasping for air as she feels her throat close little by little. "She—."

"Izzy!" Izzy finally looks away from Hope and to the sweet voice that called her name.

"Stiles." Izzy whispers as he runs in with Rowan right behind him.

Her teary eyes meet his making him immediately soften inside. "Iz, you have to let her go okay?"

"No." Izzy shakes her head. "She deserves to be dead, Stiles. I-I can't just let her go."

"Yes you can." Stiles slowly walks towards her. Marcel goes to stop him, Noah stops him from doing so with a shake of his head, allowing Stiles to continue walking. "You need to, Iz."

"She-She hurt me." Izzy let's a tear fall, it slowly rolling down her cheek. "Really bad, Sti."

Stiles finally gets to her and places a gentle hand on her cheek making her lean into the touch. "I know. Trust me I know and if I could, I would kill her too, but right now she's here to help...not hurt you, okay? Just let her go, for me?"

Izzy nods letting out a sob as she finally lets Hope go. The girl coughing loudly as air finally fills her lungs.

Stiles immediately brings the sobbing Hale into his chest. "It's okay. Let it out."

"I'm sorry." Izzy cries harder. "It-It just hurts so bad. Everything hurts."

It was clear she was no longer talking about just Hope, but about her father, Erica, Isaac and all the frequent betrayal and pain she has been through.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, Stiles." Izzy continues. "I swear I didn't. I'm-I'm just not good for you. I'm not good enough for you. I'm not good enough for everyone. I hurt everyone and make them leave. I'm sorry."

No one in the room says anything. They didn't know what to say. Their hearts all broke hearing the words that came out of her mouth. She didn't deserve any of this happening to her. Not at all.

Stiles kisses the crown of her forehead and picks her up taking her to her room. She stuffs her head into his neck as she cried.

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3 year old Isabelle sat at the dining table with a book in front of her, Kol next to her helping her read, not that she needed much help.

"I think you're too smart for this book." Kol taps Izzy's nose.

Izzy let's out a small giggle and shakes her head. "No, no. I too smart for you."

Kol let's out a loud laugh, ruffling her. "I think that might be the case or maybe it's just your favorite book and you know it all already."

"That might be t-the case." Izzy shrugs. Kol laughs again. He tickles the 3 year old making her giggle loudly.

They quickly stop when they hear a loud voice call the girls name. "Isabelle!"

The two quickly stand, Izzy with her book in her hand as she hides behind her Uncle as her father approaches them.

"Move Kol." Klaus glares at his brother. Isabelle holds onto the back of her Uncle's pants tightly.

"No." Kol shakes his head. "Not until you tell me what's wrong and why you're screaming her name for no reason?"

"No reason?!" Klaus exclaims. "She threw Hope off her bed!"

"I did-did not." Izzy mumbles. She cowers back when Klaus turns his attention to her.

"Yes you did, you little—."

"Watch your tongue." Kol steps toward his brother. "Whatever your other little spawn told you was a lie. She didn't do anything."

"Hope wouldn't lie." Klaus growls. "You're the one lying!"

"Isabelle has been with me all morning!" Kol shouts. "She hasn't stepped foot into that room! You're the one that locked her in the cellar because of course poor Hope was crying and it was all Izzy's fault, remember?!"

"I've had enough!" Klaus speeds and snaps Kol's neck.

Izzy whimpers when she sees her Uncle's body fall to the floor. She backs away from her father, book still in hand as she clutches it.

Klaus doesn't say anything, he goes over to her and snatches the book out of her hand, ripping it before speeding away.

Izzy let's out a cry before running over to her Uncle. She shakes him the best she could. "Un-Uncle?"

She shakes him again. "I'm sowwy. Uncle, get up. Wake up."

Kol doesn't budge and Izzy lays her head on his chest as she cries silently, not wanting her father to hear her cry, knowing he would lock her up again.

Izzy snaps out of her thoughts as yet another tear slips out of her eye. She quickly wipes it before picking up all her dirty clothes and towel, and putting it into her hamper in the bathroom before leaving.

When she walks out, she slows down seeing Stiles still sitting on her bed. She sighs. "Sti, you didn't have to stay."

"I wanted to stay and make sure you were okay." Stiles stands up. "I didn't want to leave and not make sure you were okay."

She gives him a small smile. "I'm okay."

"Come on, Iz." Stiles watches as she gets into the bed. "You don't have to lie."

"Okay, I'm not okay." Izzy gets under her covers. "I don't want to talk about it. I just want to sleep."

"Okay, sorry." Stiles scratches the back of his neck. "I'm-Im gonna g—."

"No." Izzy stops him. "Can-Can you stay? Please."

"Of course." Stiles takes his sweater and shoes off, before getting into the bed with her.

Izzy moves closer to him, allowing him to wrap his arms around her. Izzy intertwines one of their hands. "I'm sorry, Stiles. For everything."

"Don't apologize." She feels shake his head. "Look, I want you to know that I'm willing to wait for you, no matter how long because you are enough. Enough for me. That will never change, you hear me."

The third time that night Izzy felt tears well up in her eyes. I love you, Stiles, is what she wanted to say, but instead she said. "You mean so much to me, Stiles. Thank you for everything you have done for me. For always being there for me."

"Always." Stiles whispers and moments after the two fell sound asleep in the embrace of the other.

✮ ✭ ✫ ✬ ✯

"Hey! Hey? Wh-what do you think you're doing?" Stiles storms over to Tucker who was the mechanic taking care of his Jeep. Izzy behind him with an amused smile. "All I needed was a starter!"

Tucker glances at him before going back to fixing the car. "Yeah, but it looks like your whole exhaust system has gotta be replaced here."

"Why do I get the feeling you're slightly overestimating the damage?" Stiles says suspiciously making Izzy let out a small laugh.

"It's probably gonna run you around like twelve-hundred in parts and labor." Tucker shrugs.

"Are you kidding? This thing doesn't have a catalytic converter!" Stiles scoffs. Izzy goes to open her mouth, but Stiles stops her. "And yes, I know what a catalytic converter is."

"Do you know what a "limited slip differential" is?" Tucker asks condescendingly.

"No..."

"It's going to be more like fifteen-hundred is what he's trying to say, Sti." Izzy puts her hand on his arm.

"Okay, just finish." Stiles mumbles. "We'll be back here, seething with impotent rage!"

"Come on, pretty boy." Izzy intertwines their fingers him and drags him to the door of the waiting room.

Stiles goes to open the door, but his hand slips off of it, due to a clear wet substance on it. He groans. "Oh. Nice. It's real sanitary. Quality establishment you're running, here!"

"Ew, what is that?" Izzy eyes the handle. She takes out a napkin from her pocket and grabs the handle opening the door. "After you, sweetheart."

Stiles chuckles and walks into the waiting room, wiping his hands on his jeans. Izzy follows throwing out the tissue in disgust.

Stiles reaches into his pocket and takes out his phone, he goes to press the hole button, but his thumb can't curl. He furrows his eyebrows and Izzy glances at him.

"What happened?" Izzy asks as she moves closer to him. "You okay?"

"My thumb." Stiles starts. He switches the phone to his other hand and goes to press it again, but the phone this time falls out if his hand. Stiles goes to move, but he suddenly drops to the floor, Izzy catching him. Slowly laying him down.

She hears a sudden scream and her head snaps towards Tucker. She suddenly sees a weird animal jump at Tucker, it's tail wrapping around his neck before clawing his legs and arms.

"Help me... Help me..." Stiles says weakly. "I-I can't feel my legs now."

"Stay with me, Sti. You're gonna be ok—."

"Help!" Tucker shouts, stopping Izzy half way through her sentence. Izzy turns her head and sees the Jeep slowly making its way down on Tucker. "Help-help me! Help me. Help me!"

Izzy shouts her hand out, breaking the glass allowing the magic to get to the Jeep. She stops the Jeep just before it could fall on top of Tucker. She places it down and quickly pulls out her phone calling, Stiles's dad.

"Stiles? You okay? You never—."

"Mr.Stilinski I-I-We need your help." Izzy rushes out as she moves and holds Stiles's head in her lap. "It's Sti and-and Tucker. Someone—thing...Something happened. Hurry, please."

She hangs up putting her phone away before cradling Stiles trying to keep him from passing out or moving too much at all. "Hang on, Sti. Your dad is coming, okay?"

"Mhm." Stiles hums. "I'm scared..."

"Nothing is going to happen." Izzy whispers. "I wish I knew what was wrong so I can help, but I got you. You are okay."