Izzy leans against the counter, looking between Stefan and Damon, who nervously looks at all the teens in front of them. They were awfully intimidating. Izzy turns to her right and saw Rowan and Noah glaring at the brothers with Hope simply eyeing them warily.

"So, here's the deal." Izzy breaks the loud silence, clapping her hands together. This grabs the Salvatore's attention. "I let you into our home. You stay here until a plan is made—."

Damon scoffs. "I am not staying here."

"You don't have a choice." Rowan remarks, the hard look never leaving his face.

"You really don't." Izzy gives him a innocent smile. "One little spell and you're bound here. It's not hard at all."

"We came to help you kill Klaus, not be on house arrest." Stefan tries to argue.

"Who says both can't happen?" Hope questions, amusingly.

Izzy chuckles. "Look, we can't trust you yet. You could be lying and compelled for all we know, so that is why you are being forced to stay here. It was just an option, but you had to open your mouth, so...now there's no choice."

"This is ridiculous." Damon mumbles with an eye roll. "We're being put on time out by children."

"Children that can kill before you even mutter another word." Izzy snarls, not liking the Salvatore's attitude. "So, watch it before it happens."

"Look, I'm sorry for my brother." Stefan apologizes, slapping Damon's chest. "We just want to get rid of Klaus. He has taken everything from us and it hasn't been easy."

"I'm sorry for your loss." Izzy reaches over to place a comforting hand on his arm. She could practically feel the hurt radiating off of him. That's not something no one should experience. Ever.

The sound of the front door opening causes Izzy to take her arm back and for her head to snap in that direction. She bites her bottom lip nervously as Kol comes into view, the others following behind. They all come to a halt at the sight of the two Salvatore's in their home.

Kol goes to rush at them, but Izzy runs forward, standing in front of Stefan, protecting him from her Uncle's wrath. His heated look turns to Izzy and it made her flinch. She's never seen her Uncle this angry before. "What are they doing here, Isabelle?"

Ouch. The full name. Izzy gives him a sheepish smile. "You guys seem to have some bad blood, huh?"

"That's not what I asked." Kol states, glaring behind her at both the Salvatore's. "What are they doing here? What are you doing here?"

"We—."

"Don't speak." The teens all yell at Damon, who snaps his mouth shut and puts his hands up in defense.

"Klaus is in Mystic Falls." Hope speaks up, her arms over her chest as she joins her sister's side.

"What?" Marcel, Kol and Davina all exclaim.

"He killed Stefan's wife, Caroline." Izzy says, once again placing her hand on his arm from comfort. Those words would never get easy to hear. "He's killing people in order to find me. They came here to help."

"How can we even trust them?" Marcel eyes the brothers with distaste. "You can be trying to get to Izzy yourselves!"

"She's a teenager. We wouldn't do that. She deserves to be with you guys. Not him. We want to help." Stefan shakes his head, releasing a sigh. "We-We have a white oak stake."

Kol stood frozen, Davina clinging to his arm. Marcel steps up. "And where exactly is it?"

Stefan and Damon turn to each other, sharing a look as all eyes fell on them. Damon reaches into his jacket, pulling out the stake and when her Uncle's breath hitched, she knew that was it.

It was the white oak stake that could kill her father.

Her phone suddenly starts ringing and when she pulls it out of her back pocket, she huffs seeing the name. It was Stiles. Izzy knew that he was outside waiting for them, so they could go.

"Um..." Izzy turns to Hope and Rowan. "You two stay and watch them. Make sure nothing happens and no one kills anyone. Noah and I will go with Stiles and Scott. That's okay?"

Hope and Rowan nod, Izzy moves and kisses her Aunt and Uncle on the cheek and hugging her brother before grabbing Noah and leaving the house. "Don't kill each other please! We'll be back soon!"

With that, the door is shut closed and Izzy felt like she could breathe again.

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"Ketamine?" Scott questions as Deaton holds up a vial of clear liquid, the four teens take a step forward to take a better look.

"It's the same stuff we use on the dogs, just a higher dosage. If you can get close enough to Jackson, it should slow him down enough to buy you some time."
Deaton explains as he places the vial and a needle in front of them.

"This is some of what you'll use to create the barrier. This part is for you, Stiles. Only you." Deaton holds up a glass jar. The symbol on the top of the jar is all Izzy needs to see to know exactly what it is.

"Mountain ash." Izzy mutters as she eyes the bottle.

"Uh, that sounds like a lot of pressure...
Can we maybe find a slightly less pressure-filled task for me?" Stiles questions, gesturing to him as he took the jar into his grasp.

"Don't doubt yourself, Sti." Izzy gives him a small nudge.

"It's from the Mountain Ash tree, which is believed by many cultures to protect against the supernatural. This office is lined with ashwood, making it difficult for someone like Scott to cause me any trouble but someone like Izzy doesn't get effect by it. She's more powerful and doesn't have his abilities." Deaton continues as Izzy leans against Noah, who wraps his arm around her.

"Okay, so, then, what? I just spread this around the whole building, and then either Jackson or whoever's controlling him can't cross it?" Stiles asks, glancing at Izzy momentarily looking at her for confirmation.

Izzy and Deaton nod. "They'll be trapped."

"Doesn't sound too hard." Scott tries to
comfort his best friend.

"Not all there is...think of it like gunpowder. It's just powder until a spark ignites it. You need to be that spark, Stiles." Deaton's words cause a panic in the boy.

"If you mean light myself on fire, I don't think I'm up for that." Stiles shakes his head frantically.

"That's not what he meant, dingus." Noah rolls his eyes playfully, stifling a laugh.

"Be nice." Izzy pushes Noah back gently. Noah dramatically gasping.

"Let me try a different analogy." Deaton tries to hide his amusement. "I used to golf. I learned that the best golfers never swing before first imagining where they want the ball to go. They see it in their mind, and their mind takes over. It can be pretty extraordinary what the force of your own will can accomplish."

"Force of will..." Stiles repeats.

'Hey, if this is going to work, Stiles, you have to believe it."

"I'm going to be there. I'll be right by your side, okay?" Izzy moves to his side, intertwining their fingers.

"Okay." Stiles smiles down at her. With her by his side, he definitely had faith.

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The second Stiles parked the car and Scott and Noah hopped out. Izzy locked the doors shut again and turned towards Stiles. She takes his hand into hers. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Why?" Stiles doesn't even glance up to meet her gaze.

"I know you, Sti." Izzy moves her free hand up to grab his chin and turn his head to face her. "Tell me what's wrong, please?"

Stiles leans into her touch. "I'll tell you when those weirdos aren't staring at us from the trunk window."

He motions to Scott and Noah who quickly move, acting as if they weren't listening. Izzy laughs as she lets Stiles's go. "You promise to tell me?"

"I promise." Stiles kisses the back of her hand before the two of them got out and went towards the back. Stiles opens the trunk, taking out the bags of mountain ash.

"I got a text from Hope." Izzy's eyes fall on Scott. "She and Rowan are here and so is Allison. She says she needs to talk to you."

Scott didn't need to be told twice, he took off into the building. Noah groans. "Do I have to follow him?"

"Yes, and keep me updated." Izzy tells Noah, who nods and takes off after Scott. "Protect Danny!"

Noah gives her a thumbs up as she turns back to Stiles. "Let's go."

"Let's get this over with." Stiles mutters.

As he starts to pour the mountain ash, Izzy watches closely. His mood was still completely off and it made her heart ache. She could feel his pain. "We're alone. Care to tell me what happened?"

"My dad..." Stiles starts, hesitant to continue as he meets her gaze for a moment. "He lost is job, Iz. All because of me. I'm the reason he lost his job. I shouldn't have taken that van. I shouldn't have gotten that damn restraining order. All of it is my fault. I basically ruined my dad's life and—."

"Woah, hey." Izzy marches towards him, grabbing his shoulders, allowing him to turn towards her. The bag of mountain ash dropping next to his feet. "Do not say that. Do not even think like that, you hear me?"

"Why not? It's true—."

"No." Izzy cuts him off, hands moving to his face. "It is far from true. You are the best thing to ever happen to him. You understand that? You have to remember, that none of this is permanent. They will literally be lost without him in charge. This town will be lost without your dad. They're going to realize their mistake and he'll be back in no time."

Izzy's thumb runs over his cheek bone softly. "You were doing what was necessary and right. You were trying to protect this town as well. They don't understand that and they never will. You're amazing Stiles. In every way possible. Remember that."

"You always know how to make me feel better. I'm lucky to have you, you know?" Stiles smiles down at her.

"I'm definitely the lucky one." Izzy says back, now smiling up at him.

Stiles's eyes go from her eyes to her lips, flicking back and forth. "I really want to kiss you right now."

"How about after you finish?" Izzy raises her eyebrows. "Think of it as motivation."

"And you're just going to watch?"

"I like my view."

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The sound of gun shots fill her ears causing her to jump up. This catches Stiles's attention. "What? What's wrong?"

"The Argent's." Izzy could hear Chris's voice. Then she froze at the sound of her father's voice. "My father. They're shooting at him. What the hell are the Argent's doing here?"

"That's probably what she had to tell Scott about." Stiles reminds her. "Are you going to help him?"

"He would've called to me if he needed help." Izzy states. "He doesn't and I know it's because he doesn't want me in the cross fire. I love him, but I know he can handle it. Plus, I like where I'm at now."

Stiles chuckles, but the smile on his face quickly drops when he realizes there was no longer anymore mountain ash. He tries to pour whatever dust was left in the bag, but there still wasn't. His eyes widen. "Oh, no."

"Shit." Izzy curses, getting up to rush over to him.

Panic sets into Stiles. "What am I supposed to do? I don't know what I'm doing, Iz! I can't do this! I can't do anything besides panic and I-I—shit. I have 50 feet of ash left! What do I do?"

"You calm your nerves first." Izzy places a hand over his fast beating heart. "Take a deep breath. Match my breathing. Calm this lovely heart of yours, yeah?"

"Yeah. Yeah. Sounds like a good start." Stiles says, doing as told and breathing with Izzy. Inhaling and exhaling when she did.

"You need to believe in yourself the way I believe in you. The way everyone believes in you." Izzy's voice was soft and gentle, only calming Stiles more. "I know you can do this."

"I can do this." Stiles repeats with a small
nod. He takes a step back, now as calm as ever. He glances down at the ash in his hand. "Imagine, Stiles. Imagine."

Letting a breath go, Stiles starts to walk, letting the ash in his hand fall to the ground. Izzy watches carefully, anticipation creeping into her as she hopes for a good outcome. She has all faith in him.

Stiles finally finishes, he shakes the ash off his hands before looking down at the now complete barrier. He was stunned. He did it. He really did it. He looks at Izzy and cheers. "Yes! I did it!"

Stiles runs over to Izzy, picking her up into a hug. He twirls her around, causing her to let out a happy squeal. She leans her forehead against his as he comes to a stop. "You did it."

"Because I have you by my side." Stiles whispers.

"No. This was all you." Izzy whispers back, her eyes falling to Stiles's lips. She takes in a breath before leaning down and placing her lips on Stiles's.

The kiss was deep and soft. It was everything to the both of them. They've been deprived for so long and this was all either of them has ever wanted.

As they pulled away, Izzy stared into Stiles's eyes. All she wanted to do was be with him. Be his. "Stiles..."

"Mhm." He could only hum. Not being able to get words out.

"I want to be with you. I want to be your girlfriend."

"Wha-Are you serious?" Stiles places her on the floor, eyeing her. Looking for any lies. "You really want to be with me?"

"I've been so scared of love all my life. But you have showed me that it's worth it all. You gave it a great meaning." Izzy takes his hand in hers. "Not being with you has brought me nothing but pain. You heal me in every way, Stiles. You bring light and peace. You're what I need in my life. I-I love you, Stiles. With every fiber in my being. I am in love with you."

"I've loved you my whole life." Stiles pulls her into him. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear those words. I love you, Izzy."

Izzy pulls him down into a kiss. This is the moment they have been waiting for literally forever. This was good. He was her happiness and vice versa.

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"Hey, um, so, we kind of lost Jackson inside, but it's-" Stiles says as he approaches Hope, Rowan, Derek and Izzy, the girl went looking for her father to make sure he was alright. He stops talking when Rowan, Hope, Isaac and Erica came to a halt not being able to walk further due to ash.

"Oh, my God! It's working! Oh, this is- I did something!" Stiles beams with a proud look on his face. He looks at Izzy, but his smiles falls when he notices the pained look on her face.

"Sti, Dad." Izzy calls to them, holding her chest. A sharp pain fills her chest, she falls to her knees at the pain, letting out a cry. Suddenly, a loud roar fills her ears. "S-Scott."

"What?" Stiles drops down next to her, looking his girlfriend over. "What about him?"

Izzy gasps for air, catching her breath. "Scott. I-I can feel his pain. We have to help him."

Stiles helps her stand, steadying her. "What do I need to do? Tell me."

"I'm so sorry, but you have to break it." Izzy tells him. "I need to go in there and save him. He's about to die, Sti."

Stiles doesn't hesitate to drop down and blow the ash away with his hands. Izzy grabs her father's hand and together they rush towards the direction Scott's cry for help came from.

Izzy's heart stopped when she felt Scott's breath stop. Busting into the room, she immediately rushes to him. The boy on the floor, unconscious. Victoria, Allison's mother comes behind them, stabbing Derek in the back.

Izzy turn Scott on his back, placing her hand on his chest, right over his heart. Red mist covers Scott's body and Izzy pleads to anyone who would listen for this to work. She hopes to heal Scott just enough to take him to Deaton.

With her free hand, Izzy shoots her hand out, stopping Victoria from attacking Derek again. Izzy throws her to the wall, her head banging into the floor as she dropped to the floor. She was now unconscious. Derek rushes over to her, biting her arm harshly.

Izzy didn't care for anything else around her, only Scott. Her other hand is now placed over his face, taking out any poison he inhaled. "Come on, Scott. I need you to wake up. We need you, Scott. Come on. Please. Come on."

Her red mist surrounds him fully and her veins are on full display, showing her that she was successfully healing him, but for some reason it didn't seem enough.

That was until Scott let out a loud gasp, his eyes snapping open. He slowly comes down from his werewolf features as he turns his gaze to meet Izzy's. He opens his mouth to speak. "I-I knew you would c-come."

"Always. Without a doubt." Izzy says, watching the end of his lips turn upwards as his eyes start to flutter closed again. "Everything is okay, Scott. You're going to be okay."

"We should take him to Deaton." Derek speaks from behind her. "To make sure is everything out of his system."

"Yeah. Let's go." Izzy moves to pick up Scott, but Derek doesn't first, giving Izzy a shake of his head.

"You've done enough. Let me do this." Derek kisses his daughter's head as they walk out.

"It's only going to get worse from here, Dad."

"I know, sweetheart. I know."