Calling you about a certain knife belonging to a sulking mutant named Pyro. Current reason for sulking is that he's lost a knife and thinks you have it. If you do, mind bringing it back before he bursts into tears? Because I have to stand with him on the street and it'd be quite awkward.
Hey dude. Asahi told me you were sick so I'm outside your room right now with chicken soup because that's what my mom always makes me when I'm sick. It's probably not as good as hers... Anyway, you're not answering the door which is kinda weird. Are you okay? Call me back as soon as you get this. [ He's seriously contemplating kicking the door down. He's that worried. ]
[And he certainly sounds sick- breathless, uncomfortable. Isaac groans when he double checks the time stamp and the fact that he also has a lovely message from Derek as well.]
-are you serious? You- of all the times to be a hero, damnit-
[On top of, you know, breathless, he also sounds pretty distracted, his voice a little staticky. He's answering as they come back in through the gates.]
[wherever isaac's gone into hiding, at some point he'll hear the quiet pad of feet. four feet, moving at a trot, then slowing, stopping a few feet away from him. the wolf just stands for a moment, head down and tail wagging slowly, the silent picture of whining softly for acknowledgment. it comes forward, drops a lightly tooth-marked but thankfully not slobbery envelope from its mouth by his feet, then circles and sits down beside him, tail still thumping slowly on the floor. the note reads:]
I wasn't sure whether you wanted any human company, but some sort of company might not be objectionable. She'll stay with you until you send her away. I've been working on fur, you can tell me later what you think.
If you decide you would like some human company, she can find me. Or if you tug on controlling her a bit, I'll come find you.
[it's unsigned, but then, it doesn't really need to be signed. and she has been working on the fur. it looks smoky, but there's texture there, a thickness that he can bury his fingers into before they hit the unyielding solidity of the wolf's body]
[She can't sleep. She's already called Elena and asked her if she'd go with her to the doctor. She's going to have to tell one more person that she's sick. That all the things that she does to try and stop it from happening isn't working. She lays on the couch where Isaac is supposed to be sleeping and she worries about him. She worries because he wasn't able to stay with her. She worries because he sent Stiles for her.
She worries because he's not there.
She doesn't actually call him, but she opens his message box and just turns on the video stream. The lighting is horrible in the video. The room only lit by the one light. She looks tired, but she hasn't been crying in at least an hour.]
I wish you had come home. [It comes out with honesty, because she misses him.] You called Stiles, you must've been desperate. Thank you, though. He cut his hand cleaning the glass. I think he almost cried when I put the peroxide on it. It was good that you told him to come over though. I didn't have to think about anything that had happened.
[She knows she's just rambling she wonders how long this will record for. Her hand rubs to her face, fingertip pressing into the corner of her eye.] He said he got a boost in his powers. He's only been here for a little while, though.
Isaac, I know why you kept things from me. I'm not -- well, I wasn't mad. I was just... [She exhales, bringing her hand up to her forehead.] I wished you could trust me. I want you to trust me. I know you worry and that you kept those things from me because you didn't want me to get upset -- you didn't want me to have a seizure, but I did anyway.
Which, I know you don't want to think about, but it's part of me and I'm still here. I'm okay. If I go back home I have ten more minutes of me before I'm a werewolf.
Ten minutes. I figured I could push it to thirty, but I don't know when Derek comes for me. But you've known me for a lot longer. I've gotten more than ten minutes.
I know I'm not -- [Her head shifts on the arm of the couch.] I'm rambling and I know I am, but I just wish you could've stayed, because then we could've talked about this. I would've stopped crying -- I swear I wanted to stop. It was just a lot to realize and you seemed so upset.
[She's worn out, but she knows that she's not going to be able to sleep. She exhales again, taking a moment to just think.]
You're my best friend. I trust you, so if you say that I should stay with you I will, okay? I'll do that. I'll hang out with you at the pet shop and you can come with me to the library. You might get tired of seeing me...
[Her hand rubs the back of her hand against her cheek.]
But I'll do it. Whatever you think, okay? I just want you to come home.
Elena is going to take me to Dr. Watson tomorrow. I'm going to tell her what's wrong so that if anything happens she knows what to do. I could probably keep talking, but I'm sure this message might be doing more harm than good... but I had to try.
[Isaac is awake when she sends her message. How could he not be? He's actually currently asking Sam for advice when Erica's message comes onto the feed, and he stops for a few long minutes to watch her, biting at his lower lip, his fingers tight into fists, nails digging into his palms.
The wolf that Sophie sent rests its head on Isaac's shoulder, offering a shallow comfort, and Isaac can only sigh and nudge it away. After all this- after everything he did, how could Erica send something like this? How could she openly forgive him, ask him to come back? He left her crying on the floor without a word, he told her she'd die and then just left her to deal with that on her own.
Isaac doesn't often drive at himself with guilt, but right now? He doesn't think he deserves to go back, to be with her, even if he could face her without thinking about her being dead next to him. No, he needs to be alone. He needs to try and get used to the idea of her death, somewhere where he won't hurt her by avoiding her gaze, by skirting around her in the kitchen without being able to look at her. This is for the best. It has to be.
He replays the message over and over again- it's kind of pathetic, really, how he looks for subtle changes in her expression, listens carefully for a shift in tone, as if trying to glean some kind of other meaning. Playing her words again and again, until he almost knows it by heart. You're my best friend. I trust you. I just want you to come home. Please be safe.]
-Erica.
[The feed clicks on before he can talk himself out of it, and Isaac is leaning up against a wall, his face lit by a nearby street light, but the rest of his surroundings are shrouded in darkness. His lip is still bitten, and he doesn't necessarily look like his eyes have been dry all night either.]
I... um. [There's really no way to say how he feels, he realizes. It's too much, too many conflicting things bundled tight in his chest.] -I'm sorry.
[That seems to cover most of his bases, and it's genuine, heartfelt, before his jaw tightens again and he tries to avoid choking up with emotion. Slowly, Isaac slides down to sit on the ground, and Sophie's wolf licks at his cheek, nuzzling in close to his shoulder as Isaac looks down to the ground.]
I didn't want to ruin this for you. You were happy, you had a future... you were looking forward to being part of something with me. I couldn't take that away.
[He takes a shaken breath, still not quite looking at the recording.]
-when I found out, I tried everything to change it. I spent my last paycheck buying offerings for Hel, to get her to save you. Derek and I are going to go to Odin- hell, we're making plans to go back to the Mother and ask her, somehow. If that doesn't work, I'll go to Thiazi, and I'll sell out this whole stupid city, if it'll save you. If I could- if I could change things, then I didn't want to tell you.
[It's kind of a bad excuse, and he knows it, and Isaac sighs, leaning his head back against the wall, staring up toward the tops of the buildings. There's no way to explain this, how he felt, all the things he could have done, the things he didn't do. He's not perfect, but all he seems to do here is mess up.]
You're not her. [He finally says, and it's soft, barely breathed out on an exhale.] And I know that kills you. But you- I know you like I never knew her. If I could stop all of it from happening, I would. If I could go back and run away with you, I would, even if all it would do is get me killed instead of you. Erica, you have- a family, and-
[He chokes there, hiccuping in a shaky breath and Isaac shakes his head, not quite able to continue.] -people are going to miss you.
> He's angry, but I'm not sure. Either way, don't let him slip away alone.
> I can't stalk him derek. we work in different places. hes angry and he has the right to be angry. i dont think hes gonna kill him or do anything unless provoked. ill talk to him about it but i cant stop him
> Jackson will provoke him. If he leaves or does anything suspicious at least tell me.
> why dont you tell jackson to not provoke isaac? why is it all on isaac? if jackson is being a dick and then you tell isaac to not do anything about it doesnt that just mean jackson gets away with it?
> I didn't say I wasn't going to talk to Jackson. He won't get away with it.
> i think you should do more than talk to him. i just dont understand why everyone protects him i guess he's always been this way.
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I just sent that, so as soon as he replies, I'll let you know -- but really, despite Jackson being a dick, it's probably just easier to ignore him and let him continue being a dick.
[...wow. Wow. To tell Isaac not to interfere with Jackson is one thing, but then to turn around and try to make Erica his babysitter? Isaac feels a sudden spark of anger there, even more than he had when he'd been talking to Derek about this himself.
Erica is not responsible for him- Isaac has told her this, and she knows this, why can't Derek seem to get it? Why can't his alpha understand that Isaac will fight his own battles, hold his own grudges? After Derek used them to fight in his own war, after he gets Erica killed- ?
It's hypocritical, and the thought of it makes Isaac's stomach lurch.]
im not gonna lie i kind of want to punch derek right now
I'm at work, but when I get done I need to talk to you.
[She sounds distressed, which is putting it lightly. She should've known better with the fruit. She should've known not to try again, but she couldn't resist. She'd heard people found out about their future - that they had visions. She needed to try and... well, it's not the best thing to see.]
[ he only does this after erica's spoken to him, making it the perfect excuse. truth is, he's worried about isaac, has been since they last talked. it hadn't gone over too well, after all, and this radio silence between them isn't how their pack is supposed to function. ]
[Okay, so he's still a little angry. He thinks he's pretty justified in his anger, and this whole silent treatment thing is definitely something Derek has coming. So when he sees his alpha's name pop up in his inbox, Isaac isn't exactly thrilled by it.
Still, he's not immature enough to just completely disregard an attempt to reach out.]
[Ha ha. Ha. Oh, that's funny- yeah, that's really funny.
Isaac doesn't respond to this for a few hours, because, you know, he's busy fielding his own concerns with realizing that his best friend is probably a murderer, his other best friend is fighting homicidal impulses, and another friend was just outed as, you know, actually killing someone.
Because the paranoia, the nightmares, the panic attacks weren't bad enough.]
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