Nothing's Normal : An Isaac Lahey Love Story (Completed)

Fires and Feelings

I grabbed both Boyd and Isaac in one fluid motion and began to drag them down the hotel stairs to the parking lot. When Scott and the others came into view I made certain that we'd slow down. I had no idea what would trigger Scott to drop that flare, and I didn't want our sudden movements to be such cause.

“There's no hope. Not for me, not for Derek,” I heard Scott say. What did he mean? There was always hope. That's all the group had been going on for such a long time: the hope that things would get better.

“Every time I try to fight back it gets worse. People keep getting hurt,” Scott went on. I felt a pain in my chest as he continued. He couldn't possibly be putting every injury or fatality on his own shoulders, could he? 

“Scott, listen to me. This isn't you,” Stiles pleaded with him. “This is someone inside your head telling you to do this.”

“What if it isn't? What if it's just me? What if doing this is what I can do for everyone else?” Scott retorted. “It all started that night. The night I got bitten. Do you remember the way it was before that? You and me?” He was directed the conversation directly towards his best friend by now. “We were nobodies. We were nothing. We weren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse. We weren't important.” By this point tears were forming in my eyes, threatening to spill, and I was squeezing on Isaac's hand for dear life. “We were no one. Maybe I should just be no one again. No one at all.”

“Scott, just listen to me, okay?” Stiles said in a calming tone. “You're not no one. You're someone. Scott you're my best friend. And I need you. Scott you're my brother. So-...” Stiles began to step forward, shoes being covered by puddles of gasoline. He got directly in front of Scott and placed his hand on the flare. “So if you're planning on doing this, you're just going to have to take me with you.” 

I could see Scott's expression soften from it's once determined gaze. His grip loosened from the flare and Stiles took it in his hand, before tossing it over to the side. The flare then began to roll towards the gasoline, and quicker than I've ever seen her, Lydia charged at Scott and Stiles and tackled them in time. The gasoline quickly turned into a wall of fire, knocking us all off of our feet. Boyd quickly got up off his feet and headed towards the bus. I understood exactly what he was doing. He had grabbed the fire extinguisher from the bus and began to get rid of the fire. As he did so, we all got up and collected ourselves.

The loss of fire left us all standing in a semi-circle surrounded by night.

“Well that was a fun,” Boyd joked, fire extinguisher still in hand.

“Yeah, I don't know about you guys, but I'm not sleeping in that motel,” I half-laughed, but everyone whole-heartily agreed with my statement.

Stiles was the first one to file onto the bus, and without a word all of us followed in a line behind him. We all grabbed a torn-up bus seat and began to slightly chatter again to make things feel as normal as we could make it. 

I sat in the seat across from Isaac, turning my body so I was facing him, back against the window. We kind of just stared at each other for a while, listening to everyones' conversations about the cross country meet, how their clothes smelled like a campfire (We can probably all guess who's complaint that was. I swear, she's the bravest girl I know, yet she loves her reputation), and other such things. 

I felt a cold chill run up my spine and shivered a bit. You'd think being that close to fire would have kept me a bit warmer. In the blink of an eye, Isaac pulled me over to his side of the bus and leaned my body up against his, arms wrapped around my waist. 

“Better?” he smirked.

Honestly, it was a million times better. I will probably never understand the whole high body temperature of a werewolf thing, but I was just thankful for it at this point. My head rested on his chest in the position we were in. It was nice to have the power of hearing his steady heartbeat for once since he so often reminded me that he could hear mine.