Teen Wolf Oneshots

Months of lies - Isaac Lahey

It was the morning after the death of Allison Argent. Y/n Hale woke up feeling cold. She was under a two layers blankets and a comforter, but she still felt so incredibly cold.
Allison and Y/n were not always the best of friends. They didn't meet until, a little while after, Allison was introduced to the world of supernatural creatures, and, after finding out what Kate had done to her family, and to her brother, Y/n was anything but fond of the Argent family.
However, much of this changed when the alpha pack, her uncle, Peter, and her sister, Cora, were back in town. Not only were Derek and Scott working together a lot more, but Lydia had befriended Y/n when she helped her navigate her way through the banshee world, and what she was capable of.
However, even though they were good friends, Y/n knew, just as well as anyone else with half a brain, that there was no comparing to the friendship Allison and Lydia had, and just because Lydia befriended her, didn't mean Allison was very fond of the arrangement.
So, in the end, Y/n and Allison were not best friends with one another, but if one were to create a list of the names of all the people each of them despised more and than one another, the lists would be sizable.
However, it was on that day, the morning after the death of Allison Argent, where Y/n Hale woke up feeling rather cold, despite being under layers of blankets and a comforter. Well, that was the day her feelings towards Allison changed extremely.
It started with a soft knock on her bedroom door, courtesy of Scott McCall, who came over due to, quote unquote, 'urgent news', and, from there, it snowballed into one giant tragedy for dear, Y/n.
After the soft knock on her bedroom door, Scott slowly pushed it open, and proceeded to take slow steps towards her, far too cautious and aware of everything that was happening, and everything he was doing.
Let the record show, that, after Derek gained alpha powers, in the middle of Y/n's Sophomore year in High School, she and Scott became good friends. No, they never hung out much, and, yes, their friendship didn't establish in an instance, mainly because Y/n was not on good terms with his girlfriend.
However, when it finally grew into something resembling friendship, they had each other's backs and were welcome in one another's homes- mostly because, if a 'supernatural situation' were to occur at anyone's house, chances were, it was either at Derek's loft, or the McCall household.
"Hey, Y/n," he murmured, taking a seat at the edge of her bed. Y/n sat up and crossed her legs, smiling softly at one of her closest friends. "How're you holding up?"
"Shocked," Y/n replied honestly. She was always honest when it came to the people she cared about. If only Scott could say the same. "I can't believe she's really, truly gone. The world feels a little more empty now, but that must be nothing compared to you. How are you doing?"
"I'm shocked too," Scott answers, truthfully. If only his recent decisions reflected the way he responded. "But, other than that, I'm... coping. I think we all just want to kill this thing now, more than ever."
To this, she smiled sadly and remained quiet. As stated before, she and Allison were not best friends. So, even though Y/n has lost someone, she knew that her grief could not compare to that of her beloved friends.
Y/n is distracted by her thoughts for a small moment, until she notices Scott's expression- that it showcased much more sadness than normal, but it was different from grief. Could it be sadness with a hint of... guilt?
"Are you alright, Scott?" Y/n asks her fellow pack member, who not only showed an expression that raised concerns, but he seemed to have been staring at her bedside lamp for quite some time, lost in his own world.
When she speaks to him, his attention returns to her, and his original expression intensifies with sadness. He opens his mouth to speak, but holds back for a moment, as though he needed just an extra second to collect his words.
"There's something I need to tell you, Y/n," he begins, licking his lips, which Y/n recognised as something he only ever did when he was overwhelmingly nervous. "But, before I do, know that I'm sorry, and know that I'm here for you... I'm always here for you."
"Scott, what is it?"
"He- uh," Scott stuttered, trying to avoid eye contact, because even imagining the way she might look at him, after he tells her, broke his heart. "He cheated on you, Y/n."
He spoke quickly, out of nervousness and fear, so it came as no surprise to him that Y/n was having a hard time processing. That, and the fact that the last thing suspected his 'urgent news' to be, was that she was the victim of a cheating boyfriend.
"I- uh... Scott, I don't understand."
"I caught him," he explained, realising that for her to truly process what he was telling her, he needed to start from the beginning. "He was on the phone, in his room at my place. The walls are thin, so I could hear him laughing as if he were in the same room- well, that, and the werewolf-hearing ability."
It was like drowning. There she was, standing on dry sand, and within a matter of seconds, a wave came rushing towards her. She tries to move, but she is paralysed. The small tide, turns into a wave the size of Mount Everest. So she quickly closes her eyes. She thinks she is dreaming, and that if she closes her eyes tight enough, she will be able to move again.
But that does not happen.
Instead she opens her eyes, and realises that she already drowning- already sinking to the ocean floor. And she is still paralysed.
That is how Y/n felt as Scott continued to explain.
"I thought he was talking to you, until..." Scott pauses for a moment, as if his breath had been caught for that small second. "Until I heard him say her name. I eavesdropped a little more, and from there I knew what he was doing, and who he doing it with... It was Allison."
"There's gotta be some kind of mistake," Y/n whispers, shaking her head, as she swiped away a few loose tears with frustration. "He- he wouldn't do this to me, Scott. Please tell me you're lying."
"When she... When she died... in my arms, she told me... She told me that I needed to tell you, since... Since she wouldn't be here to do it... or to make sure Isaac tells you."
"Well," Y/n scoffs, her tears lessening, but sadness almost instantly being replaced for anger. "Wasn't that thoughtful of her? Actually considering my feelings."
"Y/n c'mon-"
"No," she yells, cutting him off.
Scott sees what she is doing- what she always seems to do. Mask her sadness with anger and hostility, because what is a Hale without an abundance of hostility? So he obeys, and lets her yell and scream, as she rightfully deserves to.
"Scott, please don't try to defend them. Either one of them. Don't try to justify what they did, because it's... horrible. Just... Just tell me this... How long have you known?"
Let the record show, just how fast Scott's heart was beating due to that question. Of all the things Y/n could have asked, that was the one question Scott was most terrified to answer.
"Y/n-"
"How. Long. Scott?"
"Six months."
There is a small crash. It would've been easily missed to the human ear, but no on in the Hale loft was human. It sounded just like a plate falling and breaking into pieces, which was shortly followed by a growl. Scott was alarmed at the sounds, but Y/n knew exactly what the cause of it was.
Without even glancing at Scott, or thinking twice, she quickly stood up from her bed, opened her bedroom door.
"Derek," she yelled weakly, trying to speak clearly, even though her throat was closing up on her. "Let me handle this, okay," she said, in a much quieter voice, giving in, to the sadness that had become much too unbearable to continue masking.
It was something Peter used to do, before the fire, and Derek had obviously been influenced, because ever since she and Isaac began dating, he started listening in on conversations that occurred throughout the loft.
"Fine," he growled back, not giving much of a damn as to whether or not Scott heard him too.
She returned to her room, where Scott remained, exactly as he was when she first stood up. She closes the door behind her and places her hands on her hips, before looking up to the ceiling to blink away her tears.
"Y/n, please let me-"
"How could you keep this from me?" She asks, finally looking down, which only resulted in her tears streaming down her cheeks. "A day, I understand. A week, that's acceptable. But, six months?"
"He told me he was going to tell you," Scott begins, his guilt growing the more he realised how hurt Y/n was. "I kept waiting for him to finally do it, but he never did. And I... I didn't how to tell you, I mean I'm his alpha."
"But I thought we were friends," Y/n cried, sniffling softly as she wiped away her tears.
There is silence between them for a long moment. Y/n is looking at Scott, waiting for a response, but he is staring at floor, too ashamed to look up, because he knew, even before he walked through her bedroom doorway, that he was well and truly in the wrong.
"Y/n, I am so sorry," he whispered, looking up a bit, but still avoiding direct eye contact.
Y/n takes slow steps towards Scott, and plants herself beside him. In one swift motion, she wipes her remaining tears away and places her hands on her lap.
"I know you are."
And she does, not just from the chemo-signals that practically screamed regret, but she knew who Scott was. Even though this made her feel like even more of an outsider to the McCall pack than before, she knew Scott well enough to know that he didn't mean to hurt her, even if that's what he ended up doing.
"Look, I don't think I can forgive you right now... I don't know how much time it's going to take for me to trust you again, but I can think of a good place to start."
She takes his silence as a cue to continue.
"Tell me where he is, right now."
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There she was, standing outside his bedroom door. Scott was in the kitchen, respecting Y/n's wish to confront Isaac on her own.
She knocks twice on his door, and waits for him to answer. Yet another Hale trait she inherited- acting on impulse. It doesn't take long before the door is open, and Y/n is anything but in the mood to listening to anyone, let alone her cheating boyfriend.
"Scott, I told you-"
Isaac stops, mid-sentence, when he realises that it was not Scott knocking at his door, but, instead, his girlfriend, who looked like she had been crying just as much as he was. The only difference between the two of them, was she looked far from sad, whereas he was sad, distressed, lost and everything in between.
"You disgusting, sorry excuse of a man. Isaac, tell me the truth," Y/n began, not meeting Isaac's eyes, because she knew that would be the end of her stability, both emotionally and physically. "Because, I've never cried this much... I've never felt this weak and worthless... You are a work of something, Isaac Lahey. I-"
"Love, I don't understa-"
"No," Y/n interrupted, taking a step back as Isaac stretches his arms out to her. "Don't call me that- not after what you've done. Count yourself lucky I was nice enough to keep Derek from coming here with me."
He knows, now, what she is talking about, but he remains quiet, because he also know that there is nothing much he can say.
"How long?" She asks. It was a strange thing she doing quite a lot of- asking questions she, deep down, did not want the answer to. However, she was not at his doorstep to yell at him, she wanted some closure, some answers, and to be able to look him, dead in the eyes, and walk away.
He doesn't answer, which only fuels Y/n's already ignited fury towards him.
"How long have you been keep this from me, Isaac? How. Fucking. Long?"
"Eight months," he answered in a whisper tone.
Then there is a bang. Isaac is holding his face, even though he knows that whatever mark Y/n's fist had left was healing rapidly. She is glaring at him, mouth slightly open as she breaths heavily, before choking up as her tears fell from her already tear-swollen eyes.
But, then she is reminded of what she went there for, so she makes herself stops. With all the grace, dignity, and pride she can muster, Y/n stands up straight, inhales sharply, and looks him dead in the eye.
"I hope she was worth it."
"C'mon... baby-"
"STOP!" Y/n shouts, holding her hand up, and taking another step back. "I'm not your baby, Isaac."
Once he is looking at her. Once she sees his face, the tears on his cheeks, as well as the pink, from her punch, slowly fading. One she is sure she has all pf his attention, she makes her eyes glow bright gold, before slipping her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket.
"I'm not your anything, anymore."