Love's Spiral

A/N: Apologizing in advance for the “Spisaac(???)” scene ahead. I know a lot of you don’t like Spencer/Isaac and I’m sorry.

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Derek and Scott had just left for the bank making Spencer’s nerves shoot through the roof. The fact that Stiles’ anxiety was also radiating at an all time high, didn’t help at all.

Spencer didn’t really want to be around Stiles or Peter. Her friendship with Stiles was more than confusing at that point, and she despised Peter. At least being with Isaac was enjoyable. Spencer took this quiet moment between her, Stiles, and Peter to head upstairs and check up on him. Surprisingly, the boy was still asleep, proving her point to the fullest degree that Isaac needed the rest. Spencer curled into the Isaac’s side, waking him from his slumber.

Isaac stretched out slightly, waking up, but then wrapped his arms around her. He liked it when Spencer was cuddly, and always held her tightly. “Hey.” Isaac said, sleepily.

“Hey.” She said back, placing her head on his chest.

“Did they find Boyd? Is he back?”

Spencer shook her head, as best she could. “Not yet. Derek and Scott just left.”

“Leaving Stiles…” Isaac trailed off, waiting for an answer.

“Downstairs. Which is exactly why I’m here with you.”

Isaac kissed the top of her head. “As much as I love having you with me, you don’t have to be here. I was fine sleeping.”

Spencer lifted her head to look at him. “But I wanted to be here.” She smiled, reaching up to plant a soft kiss on his lips. “Plus, good, ol’ Uncle Peter is down there, too. And I’m ready to punch him in the face.”

“Don’t you think it’s a little dangerous to leave Peter and Stiles down there alone?”

“Maybe.” Spencer admitted. “But I’m keeping an ear out for what’s going on down there. Stiles knows that the second he calls for help, I’ll be down there. Peter’s still all zombified so he won’t beat me.”

“Still, Stiles is your friend.”

“And you’re my boyfriend.” Spencer reminded. She leaned up onto her elbow to look down at Isaac.

Isaac tried to avoid her gaze, but she put a finger on his chin and moved his head to lock their eyes.

“I’m with you, Isaac. Stiles is my best friend, but right now, I’m with you.” Spencer insisted. “You know that right?”

Isaac hesitated.

“You...don’t think that?” Spencer questioned, noticing his hesitation and sensing his doubt. She sat herself up in the bed. “How could you think that? Everything I’ve done over the past few days was to help you.” Spencer sighed heavily, pushing her hair out of her face. “Isaac, I - urgh, I really like you.”

Isaac pushed himself up, leaning against the headboard. “I know that. But sometimes you say things and do things that say something else.” Isaac said to her, earning a scoff from her. “Like this morning, when you said what you did about Derek.”

“That’s because he’s pack.” Spencer promised. “He’s - he’s my alpha. And he’s family. And you know that and you said you knew what I meant. If I had thought you would have used this against me I wouldn’t have let you close the door on me.”

“I’m not using it against you.”

“You know that if you could follow him in there right now, you would.”

“Yeah, but with you it’s different. You and him have a different relationship.”

“Not much different from that of me and you.” Spencer reminded him. “Only difference is I haven’t slept with you.” She paused, thinking. “This isn’t what this is about, is it? You’re not mad because we haven’t had sex.”

“No!” Isaac said quickly. “That’s not even remotely what this is about.”

“Then, what?!” Spencer begged. “Please, just tell me what’s going on. Tell me if something’s wrong so that I can fix it.”

Isaac watched her as she folded her hands in her lap and looked at him, full of sadness and confusion.

“I want to fix it.” Spencer licked her lips and fidgeted her hands. A few tears started filling her eyes and falling from them.

Isaac sighed. He held out his hand to her, which she grabbed, and pulled Spencer into him.

Spencer sat straddling him with her arms wrapped firmly around his neck in a hug. She enjoyed the feeling of his wrapped around her waist.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Isaac said into her hair.

Spencer shook her head and pulled away. She put her hands on either side of his face and leaned her forehead against hers. “Are you sure? You need to tell me.”

“I promise you. There’s nothing wrong.” Isaac said. “I think everything has really messed with my head. I kinda want to get some more sleep.”

Spencer sniffled and nodded against his forehead, dropping her hands. “Do you want me to stay?”

“Thank you, but you should go downstairs. I can smell Stiles’ anxiety from here.” Isaac joked, making Spencer laugh quietly. He took her face between his hands and used his thumbs to wipe away the tears. “I’m sorry.”

“Me, too.” Spencer admitted. “I just don’t want you to think you’re anything less than Derek. I don’t want you to compare yourself to anybody. You keep doing that, you’ll go crazy.” Spencer told him. “You’re Isaac Lahey. As far as I’m concerned, there’s only one of those and he’s too special to let some jerk like Derek Hale to make him think otherwise.”

Isaac smiled. He pulled Spencer’s face in for a heavy kiss. When Isaac pulled away, he took a deep breath. “I really like you, too.”

Spencer nodded. She climbed off of Isaac and left his bed. “I’ll see you later.”

Isaac nodded and laid back down.

Spencer left the room, closing the door behind her. She quickly cleaned up from dinner, packing the leftovers into tupperware containers and headed downstairs. Since Spencer noticed that Peter occupied the couch, she took a seat on the stairs.

Stiles was staring out the big window of the room.

Spencer sighed. “I’m sure everything is going to go fine.” She said, trying to calm Stiles’ worries.

Peter scoffed. “Even if I couldn’t hear your heart, I’d know you were lying.”

“Yeah, well, I’m trying to be the least bit compassionate. Something I’m sure you’ve never heard of.” Spencer returned her attention to Stiles. “I know you’re freaking out, and I am, too, but we just have to wait it out.”

“Except I can’t take waiting around like this, you know?” Stiles said, turning towards his friend. “It’s nerve-racking. My nerves are racked. They’re severely racked.” He said shakily. “Racked.”

“I could beat you unconscious and wake you when it’s over.” Peter said, plainly from the couch.

“In what world would that be okay?” Spencer asked, standing and walking towards the table.

Peter scoffed. “The same one where both of you, literally, just threatened my life.”

“You think Erica’s really dead?” Stiles asked, moving to stand next to Spencer.

“You think I really care?” Peter asked.

“I just - ” Stiles hesitated and he began pacing. “I don’t understand the bank, though, okay? Like, why wouldn’t they chain them up in some underground lair or something?”

“A lair?” Spencer questioned with narrowed eyes, trying to make sense of his rambling.

“They’re an alpha pack, shouldn’t they have a lair?”

“They’re werewolves. Not Bond villains.” Peter reminded.

“Wait a sec.” Stiles said, stopping his steps. “Wait a sec. Maybe they’re living there. You know?” He walked to stand in the middle of the living room, looking towards the opposite wall from Peter. “Like, maybe the bank vault reminds them of their little wolf dens.”

Spencer rolled her eyes. She joined the guys in the living room, sitting on the coffee table. “You are so stereotyping us right now.”

“Wolf dens?” Peter asked.

“Yeah, wolf dens.” Stiles repeated, turning to face Peter. He held his arm out to him. “Where do you live?”

Peter picked his head up, opened his eyes, and sighed. “In an underground network of caves hidden deep in the woods.”

“Whoa, really?”

Spencer laughed at Stiles falling for Peter’s sarcasm.

“No, you idiot,” Peter scoffed. “I have an apartment downtown.”

“Okay, but fine. That just proves there’s something up with the bank.” Stiles took a couple steps closer to Peter and Spencer. “And why wait around for the full moon, huh? Why not just kill them whenever they want to?”

“Stiles, you have to realize there are going to be questions that we just don’t know the answer to. We have to let it play out.” Spencer insisted.

“Maybe the alphas think it’s poetic.” Peter joked.

“They’ve already had three full moons to be poetic.” Stiles countered.

“And, here, you’ve only had one full hour to be so annoy - ” Peter stopped himself, opening his eyes like he had realized something.

“Peter?” Spencer questioned, turning her head to look at him.

“No, go ahead.” Stiles urged. “Finish what you were saying. I’m an - I’m annoying. What were you gonna say there?”

Peter sat up. “What are the walls made of?” He stood and walked to the table where the blueprints were.

Stiles was confused and looked around the loft. “I don’t know, like wood and brick or - ”

Peter shook his head. “No, no. The vault. The walls in the vault, what are they made out of?” Peter searched through the pages on the table. His actions spiked Stiles and Spencer’s curiosity and they joined him around the table. “Where would it say that?” He read a few pages. “It doesn’t say anything. Where - where would it say the materials, the type of stone?” Peter asked, looking up at Stiles.

“Oh, hang on.” Stiles said, reaching behind him for a large stack of papers. He handed them to Peter. “Here, it’s gotta be in here.”

Peter took the bunch and slammed it on the table. “Seriously?”

Spencer groaned and grabbed the stack. She took the binder clip off of the papers and set it back on the table. Spencer held her palm out towards the bunch, focusing hard. “Building materials.” She said. The papers on the table started blowing around her like a tornado. Somehow they all managed to land back in the same order in small stacks, the page they were looking for was on top. Spencer picked it up and handed it to Peter.

Peter started to read, unfazed by her performance.

Stiles, however, was a different story. “What the hell was that?” Stiles asked her. “I thought you didn’t have that stuff anymore. Ever since the bite.”

Spencer shrugged. “I have some of it, mostly small stuff like that. Isaac just encouraged me to practice it. I wanted to get better to see if I could use that locating spell I used to find Derek.”

“And the lights? At the animal clinic?”

“It flares up if I’m not in control of my emotions, or if I’m distracted.”

“Hecatolite.” Peter whispered, gaining the teens’ attention.

“Is that awful?” Stiles asked. “It sounds awful.”

“Get them on the phone.” Peter said urgently, looking to Stiles. “Call them.”

Stiles hesitated.

“Now!” Peter said, snapping Stiles out of his trance.

“Okay,” Stiles said, reaching into his pocket for his cellphone. “Why?”

“‘Cause Boyd and that girl aren’t gonna kill each other.” Peter corrected. “They’re gonna kill Derek and Scott.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Spencer asked, watching at Stiles dialed his friend’s number.

“Do I look like I’m joking? As much as you hate me, let me remind you that Derek is my family.”

“So what’s hecatolite?”

Peter raised his brow. “It’s a kind of stone that blocks out that moonlight.”

“Okay, yeah. Not good.” Spencer agreed.

“Stiles, now is not the best time.” Scott’s voice sounded through Stiles’ phone.

“Scott! No, listen to me, okay?” Stiles asked. “Look, you gotta get outta there.”

“What? Why?”

“Scotty, the walls of the vault are made with a mineral called hecatolite. It scatters the moonlight.” Spencer explained.

“What does that mean?” Scott asked.

“We’re here to get you out, okay?” Derek spoke.

Spencer assumed that he was talking to Boyd. “It keeps the moonlight out. Boyd and whoever else is in there haven’t felt the full moon in months. You and Derek need to get out now.”

“Think of it like the gladiators in the roman colosseum.” Peter explained. “They used to starve the lions for three days to make them more vicious, more out of control. Deucalion has kept them from shifting for three full moons. Diminishing their tolerance to it.”

“Scott, they’re gonna be stronger.” Stiles clarified.

“More savage. More blood-thirsty.” Peter added. “Scott, they’re the lions. They’re the starved lions and you and Derek just stepped into the colosseum.”

Growling was heard over the phone and Spencer froze. They were too late.

“Derek, we got a problem. A really big problem.” Scott said.

More growling.

“Cora?” Derek spoke.

“Who?” Scott asked.

“Who the hell is Cora?” Spencer asked, looking to Peter.

“His sister.” Peter said simply.

Spencer looked at him, dumbstruck.

“Cora?” Derek’s voice broke more this time.

“Derek, talk to me.” Spencer begged. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“Derek.” This was a female’s voice Spencer hadn’t ever heard and assumed it was Cora. “Get out. Get out now.”

“Scott?” Stiles called. “Hey, Scott.”

“He’s not answering.” Spencer panicked, looking up at Stiles. “Why isn’t he answering?”

“How should I know? Scott!” Stiles shouted into the phone.

There was another long pause until they heard Scott again. “No. No, wait!”

That was when the intense roaring and growling started.

Fear struck Spencer like a bus. “Derek.” She whispered. “Derek!” Spencer looked up at Stiles. “Stiles, what’s happening?”

“I don’t know. Scott?!” Stiles could see the scared look in her eyes. “Scott, are you hearing this?”

“Of course, he’s hearing it, you spaz! He’s there!” To Spencer’s dismay, the line went dead. “What was that?”

“We lost them.” Stiles admitted regretfully.

“We - we have to do something.” Spencer said anxiously. “We need to go down there. We need to help them.” Spencer shakily made her way to the door.

Stiles stopped her by grabbing her arm. “What do you think you’re gonna do?”

“I’m going down there!” Spencer shouted. “I’m going to the bank and I’m going to help them! Obviously something went wrong.” She sighed. “I knew this was going to happen. I shouldn’t have let them go.”

“You knew?” Stiles questioned.

Spencer shook her head. “Not really. I just - I knew something was wrong. I’ve been having these… I don’t even know what to call them. Feelings? I don’t know.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I get a bad feeling when something is about to go wrong.”

“It’s called your gut, Princess.” Peter snarked.

“Do not call me that.” Spencer threatened, pointing a finger at him. She earned a scoff from the wolf. Spencer looked back to Stiles. “I’ve had dreams. About the alphas before I knew they were here.”

“And you’re telling us now?” Stiles shouted, exasperated.

“I didn’t want to say anything until I knew what it was!” Spencer defended. “I still don’t know what it all means. I just know that Derek is in trouble. I have to go.” She turned to leave, but Stiles’ hand on her held her back still.

“Spencer, listen to me. You can’t go. We have to wait until we hear something from them.”

“I can’t wait.” Spencer shook her head. “He’s - ”

“I know.” Stiles insisted. “More than anyone, I know. But you promised Isaac you’d stay, didn’t you?”

“I told him I’d stay as long as they weren’t in trouble. They’re in trouble!” Spencer reminded. “You heard the growls. You know what that could mean.”

“We can’t do anything until we know what’s happening. Scott and Derek will call us as soon as they can.”

“And if they can’t, we’ll receive a call tomorrow saying they found the bodies.” Peter joked.

Spencer growled, baring her canines.

“Do you seriously think your sarcasm is necessary?” Stiles asked, looking to Peter and getting a shrug from him. He turned back to Spencer. “It’s just the full moon. You need to calm down.”

“I just - ” Spencer paused when she heard her phone ringing from her pocket. She was shaking, but she managed to pull the device out. Spencer let out a sigh at the caller ID. She answered the call, taking a few steps away from Stiles, facing away from him. “Derek. God, please tell me you’re okay.”

“Isaac was right. I found Erica. She - ”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to say it.” Spencer told him. “Just tell me are you and Scott okay? What happened?”
“They got out. We had them and Allison she broke the ashline.” Derek explained.

“Of course they’d trap you in there with them.” Spencer groaned. “Kinda can’t believe Allison was there though.”

“Red.” Derek said, reminding her to stay on task.

“Right, more important things to worry about. They got out. So you need us. What can we do?”

“We think they’re on the preserve. We’re headed that way now.”

“Okay, Isaac and I will head over.” Spencer promised. She took a deep breath. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Derek insisted. “Just hurry. They’re rabid and if we don’t stop them…”

“It’ll be bad.” Spencer said, turning towards Stiles when she heard his phone ringing. “I’ll wake Isaac up now. We’ll be there soon.”

“Good.”

“We’re gonna fix this. You just - ” Spencer stopped when she heard the line drop. She sighed knowing he had hung up on her. Spencer took a couple steps towards Stiles. “Who is that?”

“Lydia.” Stiles said, in a hushed voice. He returned his attention to the call. “It’s alright. Just stay there. I’ll be right there.” Stiles ended the call and put his phone in his pocket. “So what happened?”

“Boyd and Cora got out. They’re now roaming the streets of Beacon Hills wolfed out. Isaac and I have to go.”

“I have to go deal with Lydia. She found a dead body at the community pool.”

“Good, you do that. It’s probably safer for you to be far away from these two.” Spencer told him, hurrying towards the stairs. “We’ll check in if we find something.”

“Me, too.” Stiles promised, heading towards the exit.

“What about me?” Peter asked once Stiles was gone.

Spencer scoffed. “I don’t care what you do, just stay out of our way.” She spat, continuing up the stairs to wake Isaac. “Isaac!” Spencer shouted. “Wake up!” She reached into Isaac’s dresser for clothes for him to change into. “Isaac!” Spencer threw the articles of clothing at him.

Isaac shot up into a seated position. “What?” he asked, a groggy tone to his voice. “What happened?”

“We need to go. Now!” Spencer urged. “Derek found Boyd. But they escaped and they’re incredibly wolfed out, running rampant through Beacon Hills.”

“They?” Isaac asked, immediately shedding his shirt and trading it out for the new one. He got out of bed to do the same with his pants.

“Apparently the other girl is Derek’s sister.”

“I thought Derek’s sister was dead.”

“He had another sister who somehow survived the fire.” Spencer shrugged. “I don’t know. He never told me about her!” Spencer started to struggle to breathe. She could feel the air going in, but all there was in her chest was pain. Spencer leaned forward, grabbing out in front of her.

“Spencer?” Isaac said, noticing her struggle. He hurried over to her and grabbed her shoulders. “Okay, Spencer, you need to breathe.” Isaac told her. “Listen to my heart and breathe, okay?”

“I…” Spencer gasped. “I can’t!”

Isaac grabbed her hand and put it on his chest, pressing it into his skin under his shirt. “Focus and breathe with me, okay?”

Spencer nodded, locking eyes with Isaac.

“In.” Isaac said, taking a deep breath. “And out.” Even with Spencer’s erratic breathing, he managed to keep her focus. Isaac kept repeating the gesture until he finally got Spencer to breath along with him.

Spencer’s breaths were heavy, but she managed to keep in time with Isaac. “How did you…?” She asked, confused on how he knew what was happening.

“I’ve had panic attacks before. I know how it works.” Isaac admitted.

Spencer shook her head at him before pushing herself into his arms. She wrapped her arms tightly around his torso and his went around her shoulders.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Isaac cooed, kissing the top of her hair. “I’m here, and you’re okay.”

Spencer nodded against his chest.

“Now, what is it that we have to do?” Isaac asked, trying to get her focused on the task.

“We need to go get Boyd.” She pulled away from Isaac, wiping the stray tears from her eyes. “They’re at the preserve and Derek needs help.”

“Okay.” Isaac went to his closet pulling out his coat and scarf. “Let’s go then.”