Both Broken } Isaac Lahey x OC

? ECHO HOUSE ?

"There- there was string and steel nails in my bag today. I did not put them there, I swear on my life. Then coach walked into string and got shot. And the thing about Barrow and the box of nails..." Marley started but her throat caught her. She looked down for a second.

"It's okay," Isaac whispered to her, rubbing her back and hand. He kissed her head and waited for her to finish.

"After the police station blew up, I went to help this deputy. He was dying and the last thing he said to me... he said that I did this. That I- he called me..." Marley choked again, tears trickling down her cheeks. "He called me a murderer."

"You're not a murderer," Scott said, doing his best to reassure his friend. Isaac put his arm around Marley, wrapping her cold frame in his warm one.

"What if I planted the bomb?" Marley asked. "What if I helped Stiles? I might have murdered him."

"Hey stop that," Isaac said, twisting Marley to face him. "You haven't hurt anyone, okay?"

"He's right. Vixens don't set out to hurt people. If you hurt people, it would mean that the Nogistune possessed you and not Stiles," Deaton explained. "It's against Vixen nature."

"So I am still connected to the Nogistune? To Stiles?" Marley asked. She wiped the water from under her eyes.

"Yes, but we are finding a way to cure the both of you. In the meantime, you are not a threat to anyone. You just need to build your strength back," Deaton explained. He turned around to pick out a Vile of something.

"Why do I need strength?" Marley asked. Scott and Isaac shared a glance, knowing what was about to happen. Isaac knew that Marley wouldn't want to go through with what Deaton was about to do, but he had no choice. He needed his Marley to be okay.

"Because your body had to fight the Vixen," Deaton said, extracting half of the liquid from the vile into a syringe. "And right now, you're weak."

"Well, how to I get stronger?" Marley asked.

"I wasn't sure you'd be okay with it at first, but there is no other way," Deaton said, making Marley nervous all of a sudden. "You need sleep. And I know it's not been so enjoyable lately, with all of the terrors and mind games, but I'm afraid you have to."

"I don't want to sleep, please, it's horrible," Marley begged as Deaton turned around. "Please. Isaac, don't make me sleep, please. Please." In almost a second, he stepped forward and stuck the needle into Marley's neck. She gasped and contorted her face in pain. She stumbled backwards after Deaton pulled the needle out of her skin. Isaac held his arms out just before Marley fell asleep from the sedatives. Marley went limp in Isaac's arms. He scooped her up from under her legs and carried her somewhere to sleep. To have dreams. Nightmares.

...

Marley's body shot up quickly, her lungs gasping for air. Her hands steadied her body by planting themselves on the cold concrete floor. She looked around the dark room, seeing scraps of old furniture and paper. There were tall walls all around, boarding off the area, and a rail in the ceiling which gave beams of circular light. Dust swam in the air only as they passed through the light.

Slowly, Marley stood up and held her ears. The electrical sound rang in her head like a constant irritation. She was use to it by now. Her feet walked her around a corner to see a dirty yellow couch in the middle of the room. All around was lose pieces of paper and clippings from old files. It looked as if someone had been rummaging through them. She moved around the table, pulling her sleeves to cover hands more; she was sure that she would freeze to death if she didn't. Marley stood in front of the small wooden table in front of the couch and reached down to touch the paper. She brushed individual pieces out of her way to read the next quickly. Her eyes scanned each one as if they were searching for something, but she didn't know what. Then, her fingers touched one, and she heard something.