Both Broken } Isaac Lahey x OC

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"Hold on. Is he still out there? You don't know where he is?" Lydia asked.

"He said he was in an industrial basement somewhere," Scott said. "We came here to get a better scent."

"What else did he say?"

"Something's wrong with his leg. It's bleeding," Scott replied to Lydia.

"And he's freezing," Isaac added.

"And there's a weird smell," Marley said.

"Tonight's the coldest night of the year," Aidan said. Marley could tell, seen as she was wrapped in a shirt, Isaac's jumper and a coat. "It's going to drop into the 20s."

"What did his dad say?" Lydia asked.

"We kinda didn't tell him yet," Scott said, knowing that would be mad at him.

"Stiles is bleeding and freezing and you didn't call his dad?" She asked. Marley wanted to tell the sheriff, but she didn't want to speak up when she knew that Scott was always right. She trusted him and his decisions with her life.

"He made me promise not to. We can find him by scent. If he was sleepwalking he couldn't have gotten far, right?" Scott said.

"His Jeep wasn't in the drive way," Marley said, starting to inch towards Lydia's idea.

"You promised you wouldn't call his dad. I didn't," Lydia said, pulling out her phone and typing in a number.

"Wait, Lydia, hold on. I can get more help," Scott said desperately. "I can call Derek, Allison Everyone except for the cops."

"Great idea," she said sarcastically.

"You don't have to call his dad," Scott said. He inhaled deeply, giving in. "It's five minutes to the station."

"We'll catch up," Lydia said, motioning towards Aidan.

"What? Why?"

"There's something here," she said.

"Yeah. Evidence of total insanity," Isaac said. Marley hit his chest gently, warning him not to make jokes at this time. She was extremely worried for Stiles; he was one of the closet people to her. And if Isaac thought he was insane, what would he say about what was going on with Marley?

"Go, we'll be right behind you," Lydia said. Scott, Marley and Isaac turned around to leave, feeling unhopeful. But Lydia reached out and grabbed Marley's hand before she could leave. "Be safe. Please."

...

Around half an hour later, they had informed the Sheriff about Stiles and Marley watched as his heart broke. Sheriff Stilinski looked pale and sick. Stiles was the only thing he had left. He couldn't lose him.

"If his Jeep is gone, that's where we start. Parrish, let's get an APB out on a blue 1980 CJ-5 Jeep," the Sheriff instructed. "Cordova, I want a list of any kind of industrial basement or sub-level of any building that he could've gotten into while sleepwalking. It's the coldest night of the year so far. So If he's out their barefoot in just a T-shirt, he could already be hypothermic. Let's move fast. Let's think fast. The three of you, come with me." They moved out from the office and into the quiet corridor. The door closed behind the Sheriff. "Okay. Is there anything you need to tell me that I can't tell anyone out there?"