𝟑𝟔 , 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬

✯☾✯

𝑳𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝒔𝒂𝒂𝒄 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 make pizza if their lives depended on it.

It was late evening in the McCall house which was where Isaac had been living as Derek had kicked him out for a reason Lizzie had labelled as 'One of Der-Bear's mood swings'.

So, in order to express his gratitude towards Melissa McCall for letting him stay, Isaac had employed the only person he knew that could bake.

Rookie mistake.

Yes, Elizabeth Brown could bake. No, not when it was late at night and she and her boyfriend had a severe case of the giggles.

Half the pizza ingredients lay in sad little heaps along the floor and they hadn't even made it as far as the dough, let alone the toppings.

"Stop looking at me." Isaac stifled out, attempting to weigh out the flour as he had been doing for the past half hour.

"I'm sorry!" Lizzie exclaimed happily, turning her head to stare directly into the wall.

That only seemed to make things worse for Isaac as he stopped what he was doing to brace himself against the counter, laughter rolling through him.

"I'll weigh it out." Lizzie suggested, sliding in front of the boy. Before she could pick up where he left off, a pair of arms slid around her waist and she was lifted off the ground.

"We tried that, your hands are too shaky."

Lizzie squirmed in Isaac's grip, prompting him to only lift her higher in the air. She yelped, flailing her legs as she giggled.

Isaac grinned at her, bending to pepper kisses down the crook of her neck. Lizzie laughed louder.

"Tickles," She gasped through her guffaws, "Hey!"

In all the fun, the pair seemed to forget their spacial awareness, evident in the way they fell backwards, knocking the rest of the cheese on the floor.

Isaac sighed, picking himself and Lizzie up, dusting her off, "I'll go tell Scott we're not having Pizza anymore. Maybe we can order something else before Mrs McCall gets back."

Lizzie was then left alone in the kitchen. Another mistake.

She glanced around at the mess made and set herself on cleaning it up. She picked up as much as she could from the floor and cleaned the counters.

Upon putting the bag of flour away, her hard work was ruined. Somehow, a cloud flew out the top of the paper bag straight into Lizzie's face.

"Awe man," This pixie grumbled to herself just as her boyfriend and best friend reentered the kitchen.

"Scott's doing something stupid so, we're going with him..."

Isaac stopped speaking as Lizzie turned around, taking in the dusting of flour coating her face.

"Oh, baby, what did you do?"

✯☾✯

Luckily, flour was easy to clean off. Fitting three people on a motorcycle, however, was not.

Scott, Lizzie and Isaac managed to last until the Brown house before they swapped to Andrew's car.

The journey lead them to a destination Scott didn't disclose much information about. In fact, he hadn't really disclosed anything. There was lots the rest of the pack knew that Lizzie didn't.

She knew the basics. Old, blind man she'd helped in the hospital was a murderous psycho wolf, the twins she'd made friends with were part of the big scary alpha pack. She'd been reprimanded by Stiles for that.

"We're just gonna talk to him. Try to reason with him." Scott explained as the trio piled out of the car.

"Who?" Lizzie piped up, still completely lost.

"Deucalion." Scott clarified, brow furrowing when he didn't spot any recognition in the Pixie's face, "The Demon Wolf?"

"Scary blind guy." Isaac said, managing to read Lizzie easier than Scott.

Lizzie nodded, now understanding a little more than before.

Scott noticed a look of slight discouragement displayed in Isaac's expression. "What?"

"Nothing," Isaac shook his head. "It's just that, uh, i'm actually kind of hungry now."

Scott rolled his eyes having learned all about the failed attempt of the pizza in the car ride.

However, Lizzie dug into the pockets of her blue jacket, pulling out a small bar of candy that she handed to her boyfriend. She grinned up at him, eyes roaming along the curves of his face.

He sent a puzzled look her way when he caught her staring, one of which she only shrugged at.

The trio gazed up at the industrial building they were about to enter. It was a mall. Well, it used to be. Now, it was run down and neglected. A dangerous place for a stand off, that was for sure.

The further the teens delved into the mall, the darker it grew, until, eventually a beam of light illuminated a figure stood on one of the broken escalators.

His stick was poised against the ground, his dark glasses shielding the evil of his eyes and a small facade of a pleasant smile graced his lips.

"You didn't come alone." Was how they were greeted. Lizzie didn't like his voice. It was cold and unfeeling unlike the softer version she'd heard in the hospital.

"Yeah. This is Isaac and Lizzie." Scott kept his tone steady and calm.

"Hi, Mr Scary Blind guy." Lizzie said, only to have Isaac's hand clamped over her mouth.

"I'm not talking about them." Deucalion spoke again.

The sound of footsteps alerted the trio from over their left shoulders.

Derek, Boyd and Cora, each with their faces fully transformed, stepped into the light.

"You knew i would do this?" Scott accused the Hale man.

"Do what?" Lizzie asked, once again in a state of confusion. No one answered her question.

Scott began to plead, "Derek, don't. You can't do this so no one gets hurt. If someone else dies-"

"Him." Derek cut the boy off, pointing up at Deucalion who had not moved. The moonlight that infiltrated the building shaped around his body.

"Just him."

"Just me?" Deucalion mocked in hoaxed offence. "Now, how does a blind man find his way into a place like this all on his own?"

He gestured towards the vast surroundings of the dilapidated mall, scrutinising the sheer size.

The sound of more movement came. A woman, using her wolf claws, slid down one of the pillars, debris spitting as she reached the floor.

The growl of another approached from behind. A male, at least a foot taller than Isaac, arms moulded with muscle and teeth glinting in the light.

From the floor above entered the twins, smirking like they had when Lizzie first met them. Now, she wondered how she could'be have been so stupid.

The pixie could feel Isaac tense up beside her. They'd come for a negotiation, not a fight. Alas, Deucalion seemed to have rallied his whole pack. And, unknowingly, so had Scott.

The supernaturals stood silent and staring, awaiting a signal that came in the form of Derek's growled.

Each flew into action. The woman pounced on Derek immediately, Isaac and Scott leapt for the twins.

Boyd rushed to back up his own alpha which left Cora and Lizzie to deal with the giant one.

He snarled, glancing between the girls that had gravitated beside each other.

A silent word passed between them and they charged at the Alpha, Cora with her claws out and Lizzie using the moon's power to fuel her.

She directed the light straight into the beasts eyes as Cora slashed out against his stomach.

"Hey, i don't think we've properly met yet. I'm- Ah!" Lizzie shouted over the noise of the fight, ducking underneath the wolf's swinging arm.

"I'm Lizzie." The pixie finished off, swerving around the back of their opponent and kicking him swiftly in the back of his legs.

She watched as Cora let out a fierce growl and dug her claws into the man's bicep, yanking him down to the ground.

"You're so cool- Woah, baby!" Lizzie shrieked as a rather hairy leg shot out swiping her off her feet as she landed uncomfortably on the stone floor.

Her head smacked against the hard surface, catalysing a sharp pain and a rupture of blood to trickle into her hair.

Cora soon joined her on the ground, landing practically on top of Lizzie. The rest of the pack seemed to have had the same luck.

Blood splattered the words of defeat.

"Kill him. The others can go." The sound of Deucalion's voice rung in Lizzie's ear. Who the order concerned only outlines in her blurred vision.

"You're beaten. Do it, Derek. Take the first step."

"Are we serious with this kid?" A woman's voice alerted Lizzie that she and Cora were being held down. "Look at him. He's an alpha? To what? A couple of useless teenagers?"

"Some have more promise than others." Deucalion argued, pointedly talking about their very own Scott McCall.

"Let him rise to the occasion then." The woman insisted. "What'll it be Derek? Pack or Family?"

It was then, Lizzie realised the girl that lay next to her was choking. The woman had rammed her foot into her throat with force that lessened on Lizzie.

Ladies and Gentlemen, the third mistake of the night.

The pixie had never moved so fast. She rolled her body into an upright position, snatching a shard of broken glass from the floor.

As she briskly moved to stand, the moon light shone directly into the woman's face. The millisecond of weakness allowed Lizzie to thrust her makeshift weapon into the woman's stomach.

She let out a rough scream of pain, collapsing backwards and away from Cora.

In the moment it took for Lizzie to bask in the fact she'd never done anything like that before, the large man she was fighting previously seized her by the arms and sliced his claws along them, ripping her jacket.

A silent uproar was caused, consisting of a vicious struggle from Scott and Isaac in an attempt to escape the twin's clutches and head straight to Lizzie and low emitting growl threatened from Derek.

But, none of these reactions were quite like Allison Argent's.

With a sleek whistle, and arrow cut through the air towards the Alpha twins, startling both packs. As they hit the targets, the arrows exploded with the light Lizzie had used to temporarily blind the wolves.

These were arrows. She'd helped manufacture them over the summer with Chris and Allison.

"Your eyes!" Deucalion realised. "Cover your eyes!"

Allison's distraction threw Deucalion's pack into a state of panic and opened up a time of recovery for Scott's.

There was a clash of bodies, Scott and giant wolf, the two of them sent propelling backwards at the force. And for just a second, red seeped into Scott's yellow eyes.

Before the boy could be attacked again, Lizzie ripped out an arrow that was stuck in one of the crumbling pillars, launching it forward.

The wolf was hit and he stumbled, allowing Derek to ram into him from behind.

A vicious battle unfolded, one of razor sharp claws and powerful blows, one that dragged the pair across the floor towards the edge beside the escalator.

Mangling, ripping, clutching, falling.

The giant wolf slipped first, tightening his hold on Derek Hale. They both went down together and there was little a desperate Scott could do about it.

Lizzie pressed her hands to her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut at the sound of Derek's body hitting the floor below.

✯☾✯

There was a antagonising dichotomy within the lives of the McCall pack. The teens had had no time to mourn the loss of Derek Hale as instead, it was expected they get back to their normal lives.

With 4 out of 6 of them who'd witnessed the events of last night all piled on a coach for a cross country meet, they could no longer act the way they wanted to. No longer were they allowed to grieve.

Lizzie had somehow weasled her way into the coach, taking advantage of Coach Finstock's soft spot for her, because she didn't want be stuck in Beacon Hills by herself.

So, there she sat, next to Jared, who was, of course, on the verge of throwing up even though they were only twenty minutes into the journey.

She was smiling, not because she was happy but, because it was he natural resting expression. This meant that anyone who looked her would have no idea she lost of a friend not 12 hours ago.

"So, Jared, if you were a day of the week, what day would you be?" The pixie asked innocently.

Poor Jared could barley speak, let alone answer one of Lizzie's questions.

"I-i don't know. Tuesday?"

Lizzie's eyes widened, "Tuesday? That's so interesting. Most people would say the days of the weekend. You know, what? You do seem like a Tuesday kind of guy. But, don't worry, you're not alone. I'm pretty sure my cat, Mimi, she would be a Tuesday and she's awesome. That means you're awesome, Jared-"

Her very unnecessary, and nauseating for some people, ramble was interrupted as something hit Lizzie softly on the back of the head.

She turned, watching a paper ball fall to the floor. Scott and Stiles sat at the back of the coach, the latter waving the girl manically over to them.

Slowly, Lizzie stood and trundled her way down the isle towards the empty seats in front of her best friends.

"Remind me why you're sat with Jared and not with us." Stiles demanded, expectantly.

"Because he looked lonely." Lizzie repeated the same reasoning she'd used the last time he'd asked.

"Well, we gotta a bigger problem than loneliness right now."

Lizzie followed Stiles' gesture to an uncomfortable looking Scott. She glanced down and observed a bleeding wound he'd gained last night that still hadn't healed up.

Unlike Isaac and Boyd who were completely wound free, and Lizzie's Hello Kitty bandaid stuck across the side of her forehead, Scott had remained in severe pain all night.

"Oh, Scotty," Lizzie gasped, "I still have some bandaids. They could help."

"No. Allison and Lydia said we need to get him off the bus."

Stiles had vacated his seat before Lizzie could ask where Allison and Lydia were.

He very cautiously approached the coach and began to reason with him. By the looks of it, Lizzie saw the outcome of that to be Stiles' downfall.

After an annoying failure of negotiation with the coach, Stiles turned to another idea. It turned out Lizzie's extended hand out friendship towards Jared was going to be useful after all.

✯☾✯

Coach Finstock's intolerance to the smell of vomit was ultimately what permitted Stiles and Lizzie to get Scott off the stuffy bus.

They moved quickly, each of Scott's arms over their necks as they dragged him into the washrooms of the rest areas.

Lydia and Allison, who Lizzie was very excited to see, had appeared out of no where and followed Stiles and Lizzie into the bathroom.

They placed Scott carefully on the floor and propped him up against the tiled walls.

He whinged in pain and sweat dripped continuously from his hair line. Lifting his shirt up, he revealed a cut across his torso, black liquid dribbling from it stickily.

"Oh, my god." Allison breathed. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"Sorry." Scott apologised weakly, managing a smile even in his current state.

"Okay," Allison took a deep breath before turning to the rest of the group. "Just give us a second, okay."

Stiles and Lydia nodded, stepping back from Scott. Lizzie's feet were rooted to the spot, a wack on the head from Stiles causing an 'Ohhh..' to escape her lips and she followed the pair.

"This shouldn't be happening." Allison burst out. "I've seen him heal from worse than this."

The sight of her ex-boyfriend hurt stirred a complex blend of empathy and dread. Even though the universe had led them the wrong way, the connection they once shared still lingered in the corner of her heart.

"Okay, what do we do then? Do we just call an ambulance?" Stiles suggested, his voice shaky.

"What if it's too late? What if they can't help?"

"Well, we gotta do something!"

With a quiet confidence and intelligence that shone through her eyes, Lydia proposed, "You know, it could be psychological."

"What do you mean, like, psychosomatic?" Stiles question, causing a quizzical look to appear on Lizzie's face.

"Somatoformic." Lydia corrected the boy before proceeding to articulate her idea with her clarity, "A physical illness from a psychogenic cause. Yes, it's all in his head."

"All in his head," The Stilinski boy finally realised, "Because of Derek. He's not letting himself heal because Derek died."

"What are we gonna do?" Lizzie asked the question on everyone's tongues.

Lydia dug around in her purse, producing a see through box that contained a sewing set.

"Stitch him up." She shrugged. Allison breathed out anxiously.

"I'm serious. Maybe all he needs to do is just believe it's healing."

Stiles and Lizzie nodded silently whilst Allison was less confident, unsure she'd be able to put up under this much pressure. She gently took the kit and a lighter off Lydia.

"He's gonna need another shirt, where's his bag?" Allison asked, her soft voice was laced with fake confidence.

"Um, we'll go get it. I hate needles anyway so," Stiles gripped Lizzie's arm. "Uh, do you know what you're doing?"

"Yeah, my father taught me."

"I mean how fast are you gonna- I mean, the bus, like, the bus could leave," Stiles worried, unable to hide his stress.

"We'll, just make sure it doesn't leave." Allison spoke simply.

"Okay, i can help. Come on." Lydia aided hurriedly, leading both Lizzie and Stiles away.

In the room filled with tension, Lizzie sensed her friends struggle and reluctance. With a determination to break through the barriers, she approached and gentle placed her hand on Allison's shoulder.

"Hey," she whispered, her touch a soft reassurance. "You got this, Ali."

Lizzie's voice carried a soothing tone, attempting to bridge the emotional gap that had always been between them.

Without another word, she moved closer, her demeanour radiating warmth and underrating. In the comforting embrace of her arms, she wrapped Allison in a reassuring hug.

The pixie recognised that actions often spoke louder than words and hoped she'd calmed Allison's nerves a little.

As Lydia pulled her away, she offered one last smile, a silent promise that her love for her remained as always. The echo of her kind touch lingered once Lizzie left, leaving Allison feeling lighter than before.

The air was thick with panic outside the bathrooms as Lydia, Lizzie waited for Allison and Scott to emerge after retrieving the wolf's bag.

When they finally did, Scott looked much better, his face had gained back its warm hues and the sweat had dried up.

"Is he okay? Are you okay?" Lydia rushed over quickly.

"Yeah." Scott brushed her off as if he handy just been dying.

"Thank goodness." Lizzie gleamed, grabbing the side of Scott's face unintentionally roughly and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Stiles." Scott recognised the lack of his friend, "Where's Stiles?"

"Trying to stall Coach. We still don't have gas." Lydia explained, taking the weight of Scott's bag off his shoulder and handing it to Lizzie who almost collapsed underneath it.

"Why so heavy, man?" She whined to herself.

"I'm not leaving him." Allison muttered.

"Then we have to leave the car." Lydia argued defiantly.

"Sounds good." Allison immediately shut her best friend down.

Lizzie hauled the large sports bag over her shoulder with a groan and followed along behind the trio hunched over.

A gaggle of students up ahead surrounded something, all shouting and jeering.

"Stiles, what's happening?" Scott asked as he entered the commotion.

"I told 'em what was happing with him and he just went after him. Something about a bracelet." Stiles described half- heartedly.

"Who? Boyd?" Scott cried, untangling himself from Allison.

As the group drew closer, a collective understanding passed through them. It wasn't Boyd, who most expected to be in the fight, but Isaac.

His face was contorted with an intensity that reflected the storm raging within him. His eyes, usually calm and expressive, was blazed with ferry anger, pupils dilated in unfocused rage. The set of his jaw tightened, the muscles visibly flexing beneath the surface as harnessed the full force of his emotion.

He swung his fist relentlessly down on Ethan's face, the raw power behind the punches evident in the way his arms fouled and released, delivering the full impact of his lent up anger.

"Isaac, Isaac, Isaac!" The coach was calling, desperately trying to pull the boy away.

"Isaac!" Scott's voice bellowed over the top of the others, ripping the boy from his wrathful trance.

Isaac took a deliberate step back, recognising Scott's voice. His breathing slowed being from heavy and erratic. The furrowed lines on his forehead began to smooth and his clenched fists slowly disclosed, fingers releasing the tension that had gripped them.

He extended his now open palm towards Lizzie and in it she spotted the deep blue glass like texture that glinted in the sun. Her bracelet.

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