This was the fifth night in a row Isaac woke up in a cold sweat and had to race into the bathroom to vomit. He had been nauseas all day so he hadn't eaten, his puke now was foamy stomach acid. After the gagging had stopped and he could breathe again he leaned back against the cool tub. He was startled to see Scott in the doorway.

"Sorry I - Are you okay?" Isaac nodded quickly but Scott didn't believe him. "Isaac, we can't be sick...maybe-"

"Do you hear that?" Isaac's voice was a panicked whisper. Scott listened but all he heard was his mother sleeping.

"Hear what?" Isaac placed a hand over his stomach.

"Oh shit." He jumped up and rushed past Scott back into the guest bedroom. He pulled pants, socks, shoes, and a jacket on.

"Where are you going?" Isaac tried to get past him again but Scott stood firm in the doorway.

"Scott please I just have to go." Scott still didn't move.

"Derek won't know what's wrong with you. Let me take you to Deaton, he'll know." Isaac seemed conflicted, he sat on the edge of the bed contemplating. "Aren't you angry with him anyway? Derek doesn't know half of what he pretends to okay, let me take you-"

"To the vet, like a sick dog?" Scott was a little taken back by the angry tone in Isaac's voice.

"Isaac that's not what- Look if you still want Derek's help after we see Deaton I will call him myself. Do you trust me?" Isaac sighed heavily.

"You know I do but I don't know about Deaton, I don't think he likes me." Scott smiled softly.

"He likes you fine. Don't worry about that you're my friend and I care about you so he'll help you."

"I don't want anyone to know whats wrong with me..." Scott was confused.

"Do you know what's wrong?" Isaac shook his head.

"No - I don't know. Maybe, I fear I know." Scott grabbed his sleeve and pulled him off the bed.

"We're going."

Isaac sat on the the metal exam table, biting at his lip. His fingers gripped at his shirt in nervousness.

"I think I am going to puke again." Scott grabbed him a metal bowl to puke in. Isaac held it close, just in case.

Deaton showed up soon after. He asked Scott to leave so he could ask Isaac about his symptoms.

"So Isaac, Scott told me about the vomiting, what else are you feeling?" Deaton could see Isaac's reluctancy. "Anything you tell me is between us Isaac. I wont tell Scott if you don't want me too." Isaac swallowed down the lump in his throat.

"There's pain and...I hear..." Isaac held his bowl out as he puked again, this time it was pink with blood.

"Isaac where is the pain?" Deaton took the bowl and Isaac pressed a hand to his stomach. "Lay back and let me take a look?" Isaac was nervous but laying back on the cool table felt good. Deaton pulled on some gloves and slowly, so Isaac wasn't startled, pressed into his sides. He felt all the way down to his hip and then over. When he pressed just below Isaac's belly button Isaac winced. "This is where the pain is?" Isaac nodded.

"Don't do that again, please."

"I won't I am just going to listen now, no pressing." Deaton gave him a reassuring smile as he put the stethoscope on. He listened intently at the pain spot before slowly standing back up.

"Did you hear it?"

"Yes." Isaac sat up quickly.

"Tell me it isn't what i think it is? Please it has to be something else, anything else!"

"I'm sorry Isaac, I don't know what else it could be." Isaac started to cry then. Not a sobbing ugly cry, just tears. He pulled his knees up and held them.

"You can take it out though right? It's small enough, you could take it out. " Deaton shook his head solemnly.

"No Isaac I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"I wouldn't know where to start. You would heal, it would heal." Isaac didn't want to be near him anymore, so he went over to the counter so he could stare out the window.

"How much time do I have?"

" A month and a half, maybe more or less, it depends on your body...Do you want me to have Scott come back in?" Isaac nodded softly.

Scott had done his best not to listen, he really had but when Isaac yelled he couldn't stop himself. He was very confused over what they were talking about. When Deaton waved him back in Isaac was looking out the window with tears in his eyes.

"Did you figure out what's wrong?" Isaac sat on the counter without answering.

"Do you want me to tell him Isaac?"

"Scott you have to promise you wont tell anyone else."

"I promise I won't tell anyone." Isaac gave another small nod to Deaton who then turned to Scott.

"Isaac is pregnant." Scott would have laughed if it weren't for the serious faces.

"How? How is that possible?"

"Only an alpha can breed a m-"

"Enough." Isaac stood up and started to pace in front of the window. "I need you to call Derek now Scott."

"What should I tell him?"

"I don't know, as little as possible. Just make sure he shows up."

Scott was so confused and shocked. Isaac was pregnant...with a baby...with a werewolf baby...from an alpha...pregnant...with Dereks baby. Holy Shit.

"What do you want Scott?" Asshole.

"Uhm Isaac and I are here at my work and..."

"And what Scott?"

"Isaac needs you to get here as soon as possible."

"Whats wrong?"

"Just get here." Scott hung up and wasn't sure if he really wanted him to come. How was he going to react? He sat with Isaac in a tense silence until Derek walked in. They all lingered in the silence for awhile.

"Is someone going to tell me what is going on?" Derek broke the silence and it made Isaac jump a little.

"Scott why don't you give us a minute?"

"You're sure?" He nodded. "Call me back if you need me." Scott was reluctant to leave but he did. Isaac could feel his heart thrashing against his ribs.

"I don't...I don't really know how to say this. It never crossed my mind that i would have to put these words together."

"Are you okay?" Isaac could see the concern on Derek. Isaac did his best to hold back the tears in his eyes, he couldn't talk so he motioned for Derek to come closer. Derek did, he let Isaac take his hand and place it on his stomach.

"Listen..." Derek heard and he quickly looked at Isaac.

"How is that possible?"

"Deaton said only an alpha..." Derek's eyebrows were furrowed and he looked back to Isaac's stomach. "Derek, he won't take it out for me. I need you to do it. Your cuts won heal instantly, you could do it." Derek pulled his hand away.

"What? You want me to kill my baby?!"

"It might not be yours..." Isaac couldn't stop the tears then. Derek's eyes turned red and he punched Isaac so that he fell against the exam table and then to the ground. Scott rushed in hearing the violent movement. "It's not what you think!" Scott shoved Derek away from Isaac and stood over him protectively. Derek calmed himself down and stayed back from them.

"Who else? Who could it be Isaac?" Isaac wiped the tears away from his bruising eye and stood up.

"You already know. Just think about it." Derek's face was angry for a moment until he remembered. Isaac had continued to remember what happened in the bank in the form of nightmares. Derek had soothed the dreams away but one in particular had Isaac inconsolable. He had pressed and pressed until Isaac had confessed to Derek that he was remembering something he didn't want to be true. Kali had been the one to catch him and put him in the closet with Erica's dead body but she wasn't the one who tortured him and stole his memory. He couldn't get him to say who or what exactly they did but Isaac hadn't let Derek touch him since. He had always had suspicions and now the pain of them being true bit at his heart.

Everyone was silent for a long while. No one really knew what to say at this point. Isaac ran to the sink and puked nothing but blood. Scott and Derek both ran to him but were unsure of what to do when they got to him so Scott yelled for Deaton. When Isaac was done he turned to Derek.

"Please Derek, will you take it out?" Derek shook his head.

"I can't...Isaac..." Derek reached out for him but Isaac angrily pulled away. He ran over to the other side of the room and pulled a scalpel out of a cabinet.

"I'll do it myself." Isaac stabbed it down into his waist and started to drag it across. Derek grabbed his arm and pulled the scalpel out and they wrestled over it to the ground. Deaton pulled up a syringe and injected a sedative into Isaac's thigh. Derek layed him down on the exam table.

"Why was he vomiting blood?" Derek's voice was concerned.

"He's been vomiting for 5 days Scott?"

"Yeah five. Why will neither of you take it out for him?" They both looked to Scott in shock.

"You think we should?" Deaton asked.

"Yes. He doesn't want it and I think I understand why. Even if he does have it he still wont want it. Are you going to take care of it Derek?"

"Stop saying 'it', it's a baby not an it."

"Deaton it's just a bundle of cells right now right?"

"Don't you hear the heartbeat?! It's a live baby!" Scott could hear it, it was faint and almost got lost with Isaac's but it was there.

"What are you going to do if it isn't yours Derek? You already kicked him out in the rain! You're no better to him then his dad was!"

"You don't know anything!"

"Enough!" Deaton was weary of this. "I think we all need some time to think. Derek go home. Scott take Isaac home. I'll give you something for his vomiting."

That was the end of the night. Scott layed Isaac back down to sleep in his guest room as the sun was coming up. He wasn't sure what Isaac might do when he woke up but Scott would be there to help him. He understood Derek and Deaton's opinion on the matter but he understood Isaac too. He knew if he was faced with having a Deucalion, Ennis, Ethan, or Aidan baby he would want to cut it out. Hell even a Derek baby, he could understand why Isaac wanted it out of him. What a terrible reminder of things done to him. He knew that whatever happened with one of the alpha pack members was not something Isaac had was rape. God, Isaac...and who knows if Derek did the same thing to him. Scott knew tonight was not the first time Derek had hit Isaac so maybe it had escalated beyond that...Scot couldn't imagine the pain Isaac kept to himself. Whatever happens he will be there for him, no one deserves a real friend more then Isaac.

-Chapter two is shorter but so much better so please read on?

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