H I A T U S

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15. Silence

       Everything was a little messy, but that tended to happen from time to time and it was okay. With all the shit they'd seen and been through, Isaac needed the messy. Without it he found himself getting to caught up in his own delusions and paranoia. It had seemed that the waves of horror and death had seeped away from Beacon Hills and that was the best thing he could ask for, but after everything had been so quiet for so long, it only seemed fit that something would get a little fucked up now. It was about time. He'd been a ward of the state for so long it was about time that someone remembered that Isaac was a minor that had no true guardian. He was shipped back and forth between Derek to Melissa and though she was a doting mother, she wasn't his guardian. At least, not yet.

                   That was where the messy was coming into play.

        Isaac was tired of being shipped back and forth between the various court houses, all the way to capital even for a weekend away with Melissa so they could get those papers sort out and everything finalized. A few hours waiting to get some stamps on a stupid piece of paper and it was done and Isaac was tired, worn thin and it was another hours until they'd get back to Beacon Hills. He didn't even bother going inside the McCall house. As soon as they pulled in he grabbed his bag and started down the street, loosening up the tie as he did. There wasn't a knock when he stepped into the Stilinski house, spied Stiles and his father in the kitchen eating, both pausing mouths half open to look at him. Isaac paused long enough to give them some half-assed wave before he was moving up the stairs and straight into Stiles' room where he fell face first into the mattress.

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74. Are you challenging me?

       ”What if I am Derek, what the fuck are you going to do about it?” The edges of the blond’s features are skewed, the sloping angles rigged now, dusted with coarse dusty hair and creases that accentuate the snarl coiling his lips. There’s a swift dart of pink from between his fangs, pressing against the smooth surfaces as the lingering quiet in the loft is broken away by the growl rumbling out of Isaac’s chest. He’s drawn into pacing then, his shoulders squared as he pivoted, over and over again before the wolf that had been his once Alpha. “You got Boyd and Erica killed and now Scott’s gotten Allison killed— neither of you are fit to be Alphas.”

       It’s the anger, that broiling wrath stirring up in his chest that’s making him so volatile. The quiet, soft spoken boy he’d been before is lost, chewed to absolute ruin by the gnashing jaws of the monster surging up in his heart. He’s lost too much now, he’s lost everything. His family gone, the friends that had been the closest things to him since Camden, and now the one girl he’d let his heart ache for had been stolen out right from under him. Isaac is breaking, chunks of his resolve snapping off and shattering at his feet and there was only so long until he shook to pieces.

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34. Stars

       "'s okay mom, 's okay," There was a weight over his shoulders, it wasn't heavy and it wasn't soft either, it was merely there and he thought about how strange that was. His mother's touch always warranted a brush of warmth, it sank into his skin and lapped out like the calm surge of the surf along the shore, but now it didn't do that. There wasn't warmth, there wasn't cold either, there was a blissfully intriguing numbness and deep down Isaac knew that wasn't okay, but all he could manage to conjure from pallid lips that it was going to be. "'m okay."

         He tried to remember what had landed him on the floor of the parking lot, staring up through gauzy eyes toward the expanse of the night sky, but he wasn't sure. There had been something that transpired between stepping into the abandoned parking garage and waking up with his mother calling out his name, but he wasn't sure what. It was early, he could tell because Derek had taught him that, how to guess the time from the weak little starts that peaked through the shroud of dark in the heavens. Amongst the dozens of twinkling little lights he could see the moon, swollen and full and it eased him down a little further into Elaine's arms.

         She was screaming, he could hear it muffled against his ears, feel the vibrations of it through her arms. She kept crying out for help, begging someone to answer. Isaac's brows pinched as he tried to shuffle up a little more in her arms, opening his mouth again to promise quietly, that he'd keep her safe. But where he wanted words to escape, there was only the tacky slickness of his own blood. Somewhere he knew in the back of his head that he should be panicking, he should be scared but in that blissful quiet and nothingness that had seeped into his muscles he couldn't find himself to feel anything but sleepy.

         "'m tired," Isaac whispered to his mother, his glazed eyes flicking up and regarding her features steadily. Everything was getting a little foggy but he could see the grief twisting her features up, tears sliding down her cheeks and blotching the pallid apples of his cheeks. She was screaming at him then, begging him to do something, but everything just kept getting quieter and quieter. The long edges of his fingers reached and curled weakly against his mother's wrist and he stuttered out a breath, head lolling back as his eyes settled upon the night sky before. The moon had never looked so inviting.

         "The stars are really pretty," He licked his lips and tried to swallow, but that didn't seem to work so he just sighed out. "'m gonna go t'sleep," Isaac's eyes slid closed and he welcomed the sudden warmth of the darkness as he wrapped him up and tugged him away.