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SCOTT HELPED AMELIA GET A JOB AT THE ANIMAL CLINIC AFTER INSISTING HER NOT TO MOVE OUT. It was hard for him to convince her yet, he succeeded. Now all she needed to do was to talk to Stiles and apologize, for everything.

For being so distant lately, for being afraid of hurting him and just isolating himself, for spending time with Dahlia, not even Amelia herself could believe that even.

She was helping by cleaning out the examination room with Scott while Deaton was working on something when they heard the bell of the door sounding, making Amelia look up from the floor she was cleaning.

"Would you mind seeing who that is?" Deaton asked Amelia and she nodded, but when she was about to go to check, the barks of the doors stopped her and made Scott and Deaton look up too.

Amelia sensed the smell of wet dog that she could recognize anywhere, and as soon as the three peaked out of the room towards the door, her suspicions were true.

Isaac was standing there, looking at the three with those innocent eyes he's always had. He remembered Amelia of the old Isaac, her chemistry partner Isaac. Someone she hadn't seen in a while.

"It's okay, Isaac," Deaton told him before he opened the door that kept the barrier of mountain ash closed. "We're open."

The guy walked in and looked up to Amelia before he gave her a tiny smile.

Amelia approached him slowly before wrapping her arms around his neck, giving him a soft hug that he returned in confusion.

"I'm glad you're okay, Isaac..." she whispered, and she could hear him whimper a bit.

• • •

"Why does it smell like that?" Isaac questioned while Deaton was giving the dog in the table an injection. Scott and Deaton chuckled while Amelia simply watched them. "What?"

"Scott said almost the same thing to me a few months ago, and well, Amelia said it as soon as she walked inside the room, but that was partially Scott's fault."

"This place stinks of wet dog," she commented before hitting softly Scott's arm with a smile.

"One day," Deaton continued, "Scott could somehow tell the difference between which animals were getting better... and which were not."

Isaac looked towards the dog as the silence filled the room. Amelia looked towards the small dog and smiled a bit before caressing it softly.

"He's not getting better, is he?" Isaac questioned as the dog whimpered, and Deaton's shake of head gave him the answer he was looking for. "Like cancer."

"Osteosarcoma," told him the vet as Amelia looked at the dog, smiling. "It has a very distinct scent, doesn't it?"

Amelia removed a tiny tear from her cheek before looking at the little dog.

He still smelled better than Scott though, was the thing she thought before smiling at the small animal.

"Come here," Deaton told Isaac and the guy approached him. "I know you're well aware of what your new abilities can do for you. Improved strength, speed and healing. You ever wonder what it could do for others?"

Amelia was curious too. What would a werewolf could do for others?

Deaton asked for Isaac's hand and he slowly placed it on top of the little animal. Amelia watched as Isaac's veins started getting black and she gasped softly, surprised and scared a bit of what was even happening.

As he removed his hand, he lifted up his sleeve to show how the black color was still traveling through his veins. He looked towards the dog before looking up.

"What did I do?"

"You took some of his pain away," replied Scott, making Amelia look at him and smile a bit.

"Only a little bit," replied Deaton with a smile. "But sometimes a little can make quite a difference."

The girl wiped out some of her tears again and Scott chuckled, hugging by the shoulders before looking at Isaac, who was softly crying too.

"It's okay," Scott told the two. "First time he showed me, I cried too."

Isaac looked up before chuckling a bit, Amelia joining them with a smile while Scott looked at her.

"You baby..." he insulted her, making the two others laugh after he pushed the werewolf away, making him almost lose balance and fall.

"Who are you calling baby, you baby?" Was the thing she said before laughing.

• • •

"They're leaving, tonight, after the game," Isaac told Scott and Amelia as they both organized the examination room.

He meant Erica and Boyd. After the whole thing they had decided to leave Beacon Hills, and Isaac apparently didn't want to join them. Or didn't know if he should.

Amelia wasn't completely sure why Isaac was trusting Scott after the whole selling the pack to Gerard thing yet, she didn't want to sound self absorbed, but she figured it had to do something with her.

Isaac did trust her, after all they were still linked. Not like her link with Derek that it was slowly crumbling apart by the second.

"So, why are you telling us?" Scott questioned as Amelia stood up, turning around to look at them with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"I'm not telling you, I'm asking you," Isaac corrected. "I'm asking for your advice."

"From us?" Amelia questioned. "Why?"

"Because I trust you," Isaac told her, like she had imagined. She knew it had to be around the bond. The guy looked at Scott again. "And I trust you too."

"I understand her," admitted Scott. "But me? Why?"

"Because you always seem to want to do the right thing."

Oh, the irony. The irony! She wasn't going to say anything, though, she had decided to forgive Scott for the Derek thing.

"I usually have no idea what I'm doing," confessed Scott and Amelia nodded. "Actually I always have no idea what I'm doing."

"That's true. If it wasn't for me, he'd be dead." Scott looked at her angrily, making her simply smile.

Isaac scoffed. "So, do you want to let me know what you're doing right now?"

Amelia smiled at him while Scott turned around. "We are not going anywhere, if that's what you mean." Amelia nodded, agreeing with the werewolf. "I have too many people here who need me."

Isaac looked down to his feet. "Well, I guess that makes me lucky, 'cause... 'cause I don't have anyone."

"You have me," whispered Amelia, yet Isaac didn't seem convinced about that affirmation.

Amelia tried about to stop him when he walked away. The guy turned around to look at the protector, giving her a tiny smile before staring at his feet.

"Are you gonna go with them?" Amelia asked.

"Yeah," he admitted in a whisper. "Yeah, I think I will."

"I'm sad to hear that," the girl said.

"Really?" She nodded. "I never thought I would hear those words leaving your mouth, Amelia Sealgair." Amelia chuckled, making him smile. "You've been a hell of a good protector, Lia, but I think I should do this on my own from now on."

Amelia gave Isaac a tiny hug before chuckling, breaking apart and walking towards Scott again.

"Good luck with the game though," Isaac told Scott and he gave him a small smile.

"Well, thanks, but I'm not... I'm not going either," he said. "Can't even think about playing some meaningless game right now."

"You weren't at practice last week, were you?" Isaac questioned, making Scott and Amelia confused.

"No, why?" Scott doubted.

"And you didn't hear?"

"Hear what?" Amelia asked.

"Jackson was there," Isaac replied, making Scott and Amelia open their eyes.

Jackson? He was there? At the practice? That didn't make any sense. Why would he be there? Why would Gerard let him out of his sight like that?

"What do you mean there?" Scott questioned in disbelief while Amelia looked at the two. "Like, he was—"

"As if nothing happened," interrupted him Isaac.

"But... that means... the game tonight," said Amelia and Isaac nodded.

"Yeah... he's playing."

• • •

Dahlia, Lizzie and Amelia got out of Amelia's car and walked towards the lacrosse field. It was freezing and Amelia was wearing Stiles extra jersey as a way to motivate him for the game. It was cheesy but, she figured that it was sort of an apology for how bad she had treated him this past week so.

"Excited for your first lacrosse game ever, Dahlia?" Lizzie asked her as the three Sealgairs approached the bleachers.

"Seeing some hot dudes holding sticks with nets, pushing each other around to look for one of the balls they missin'?" Asked Dahlia to Lizzie while Amelia chuckled. "Hell yeah."

Amelia saw the sheriff and Melissa talking to each other and she decided to approach them, sitting right next to Melissa who jumped, scared.

"It's just me," she assured her. "Just me." Melissa nodded before giving the girl a smile.

Amelia looked over to the sheriff, showing him the jersey she was wearing and how she had painted the number 24 in the cheeks Lizzie and Dahlia, and also hers.

"That's nice," complimented the sheriff, chuckling. "Didn't know you were that type of girlfriend."

"Oh, well... I'm not but... I just want to show him my support."

"Even though he never plays?" Lizzie questioned making Amelia look at her angrily. "Sorry..."

"Sheriff, this is my cousin Dahlia and you remember my sister Lizzie." The two girls waved at the man and he waved back. "They are annoying so I apologize on their behalf."

Dahlia took out some candy from her bag, looking towards the field. "When is this supposed to start? I'm getting old by just sitting here, waiting."

Amelia rolled her eyes. She was hoping Dahlia would have linked to someone right now, maybe like Erica, so she could stop being so annoying. Although, she preferred her being annoying than trying to kill her.

Dahlia has progressed a lot in that area, so much that she herself even told Amelia she wasn't excited to kill her anymore, even though it meant failing a mission. She didn't care much.

"Oh no," she heard the sheriff sigh and she quickly looked at him. "Why is my son running on the field?"

Amelia quickly turned around to look at the lacrosse field, noticing the number 24, aka, her boyfriend Stiles, running and placing himself in position, making her raise her eyebrows.

"Because he's on the team?" Asked Melissa and they both looked in complete shock at Stiles.

"He is," whispered Amelia before opening her mouth, looking at the sheriff. "He is on the team."

"He's... he's on the field," the sheriff mumbled before quickly standing up, lifting his fist. "My son is on the field!"

While everyone looked at the sheriff in confusion, Amelia stood up from her seat like the proud girlfriend she was and high-fived Stilinski with a big smile on her face.

Stiles was playing.

They both sat down with a big smile on both of their faces, looking towards the number 24 as he looked at the bleachers. The girl pointed towards her jersey, showing it to him excitedly as Stiles smiled too.

Her boyfriend was playing for the first time ever, and she was so excited for him.

While Stiles... he was freaking out.

When he saw Amelia in his jersey he simply smiled before looking up front. Amelia Sealgair was wearing his jersey. HIS JERSEY.

This was one of his deepest dreams and it was coming true. All this time doubting if she was going to break up with him when in reality, she wasn't. She was there, being excited for him.

She was wearing his jersey, for God's sake.

"Oh, dear God," he whispered to himself.

Oh, dear God...