Isaac stood in the living room of the apartment in France, packing away boxes. They were finally leaving France, something that made Isaac a little happy. He never really liked France, maybe it was because he didn't really understand the language – scratch that – he didn't understand it at all. Or maybe it was because France didn't feel like home.

Isaac was used to the feeling of not being welcomed, of not feeling as if he were home. Beacon Hills felt like a prison to him, as if he were locked in a room with no key to escape. France felt something like that as well, the place felt more like he was strapped to a chair by chains, unable to claw them away.

The walls were barren now. Isaac, having been putting away the pictures, looked at them then down to the pictures. Chris had put them up in hopes of making the apartment they were renting feel more like home. He gulped as he looked at him, seeing a smiling Allison with her family, then one of Scott and Stiles eating donuts, along with a sleeping Stiles cuddling up against an unawake Derek.

He smiled a little before frowning again. He left them, he left his friends because he couldn't stand being in Beacon Hills anymore. He left them because Isaac failed Allison. Isaac was there when she died, he could've done something to save her, and he didn't. He watched her die in Scott's arms as she said she loved him.

That also hurt Isaac, that she loved Scott and not him. Never once had she uttered those three words to him, and never once did Isaac say them back. He wasn't sure if he did feel love for Allison. After she died, he didn't feel the heartbreak that is describe in the books and movies. Instead he felt sadness for a couple days and guilt that he never thanked her.

All Isaac wanted to do was thank her. She didn't make him feel like the weak boy who just wanted power. Not the boy who just wanted control over the man who locked him in a freezer. She made him feel like a boyish man. A confident teenager who could do anything, then again, Allison made everyone feel like they could do anything.

Allison deserved a thank you for everything she did for him. He wasn't sure if he'd want to bring her back. It wasn't that he knew that the balance of earth, if there was any balance, be gone and any logic left would be thrown out the window. It was that he knew he would fail her again. He just wanted to see her one more time and say goodbye and one last thanks. That was it.

He stepped away from the box of pictures and went to the box containing most everything Chris knew about any supernatural creature. He went through layers in the box before seeing a ring with a peculiar symbol on it. There was no way that Isaac could explain what it looked it, but he knew that he'd never seen it ever before.

"Chris?" He called out in confusion. Never once had he heard about it in either school he'd been to. There was something about it that made him feel like nobody really knew about it, only a certain group of people.

The male Argent walked into the room and peered over the boy's shoulder. He looked down to see Isaac staring at the ring. "You weren't supposed to see that."

Isaac, even with werewolf hearing, neglected to hear him walk in the room. This caused him to jump a little in surprise before turning to face the Argent. "What do you mean I wasn't supposed to find this?"

Chris took the ring from his hand and held it up in the air for both to see it. "This," he motioned to the ring, "is a family heirloom of yours."

Isaac's eyebrows furrowed together. "Then how come I've never seen it around? My father never wore that ring, and I never did see my mom with it."

"No, not Joseph and Ruby, your real parents." Chris never wanted to tell Isaac about his family. He never wanted to indulge into the shadow world, and he never wanted Isaac to learn about it because it would shed away any innocence the boy had left.

"You mean I'm adopted."

"Yes, well kind of. It's very hard to explain." Mr. Argent took a deep breath. "Your family is complicated. Your father, real father, is -"

"Better than Joseph Lahey, I presume." Isaac interrupted.

"Not really, you don't understand. He is probably going to be your worse fear when you learn who he is and what he has done, along with what he will do."

Nothing about what Chris had said made sense to Isaac. "I don't understand."

"And you shouldn't."

"What about my mother? What is she like?"

"She-She's a great woman who let you go because she knew that she couldn't protect you. She let you go once you were born so that your father couldn't corrupt you."

"Where is she? Where are my family?"

"Brooklyn." Chris didn't want Isaac to leave for there. He knew of what Valentine was capable of. The Argent didn't want Isaac to go there and feel as if he had to save anyone, or that he owed his family, when he didn't.

"As in New York?"

"Yes, you fool." Chris took a breathe, trying not to laugh in such a serious conversation. "Of course in New York, what other Brooklyn would I be talking about."

"I was just making sure so I didn't go to the wrong place." Isaac defended himself before looking back down to the right. "Where in Brooklyn would I find my family."

"No," this made Isaac look at him. "If you go to Brooklyn, find Jocelyn Fray, she'll take you in and explain everything to you."

"Jocelyn Fray," Isaac said slowly, taking it in as if he knew it from somewhere. As if she had heard it before, like a memory trying to resurface.

"Yes, she'll protect you. And when the time is right, you'll find your family." Isaac only nodded at that, taking in all the information Chris had just told him.

"So you can either stay with me and head to London where Jackson is, and defeat a rogue werewolf pack. Or you can go to Brooklyn."

"I have to," Isaac licked his lips, trying to decide if this was the right thing to do. "I have to find my family."

...

Isaac had arrived in Brooklyn two days later. He didn't want to leave the Argent, he was the only man in his life who had ever cared for him, but he needed to find his real family. Chris never did tell him the exact location on where to find Jocelyn, so Isaac was here at the police station.

He walked up to the front desk, seeing a middle-aged woman sit behind there probably bored out of her mind. He smiled at her and waited a couple seconds before realizing the woman wasn't paying attention to him. "Excuse me," he asked in the sweetest tone he knew of, catching the woman's attention. "Can you tell me where I can find Jocelyn Fray?"

Unknown to Isaac, but another werewolf was behind him and heard him ask about Jocelyn. Thinking that he was a circle member, the werewolf cop went up to the front desk and spoke to him before the woman behind the counter had a chance, "Why do you need to find Jocelyn?"

Isaac looked up at him, sniffing the air he realized that the man was a werewolf as well. "A friend of mine told me to find her, said she could help me find my family."

Unbelievable, the cop thought, like anyone would believe this story. The cop sighed and looked at the boy up and down. He didn't look like a normal circle member, he looked younger and not as strong, never mind not looking like a Shadowhunter. "What friend?"

"Chris Argent," The cop stiffened at the name. He knew of the Argent and what he did. Chris was the one who was meant to protect Jocelyn's second son, Isaac. But Isaac lived in Beacon Hills, a small town where no demon would dare go to.

"What's your name, boy?" If this really was Isaac, he knew he should be able to tell.

"Isaac Lahey."

"Isaac?" The beta werewolf nodded at the cop. "I'm Luke. I would take you to Jocelyn, but since I'm working I'll just tell you where she lives. Tell her that Luke sent you."

Isaac nodded at him, Luke told Isaac where Jocelyn lived. With that, Isaac left the station and catched a cab, heading for the address that Luke had told him. The ride was short, and soon Isaac was in front of quaint little shop. He decided that he liked it. Isaac paid the cab driver and got out of the yellow Brooklyn taxi.

He walked into the shop and saw no one behind the counter who could help him. Isaac saw some stairs and decided that those would probably take him to Jocelyn. He walked up and saw what looked like a normal apartment hallway, only with one door. Isaac walked towards it, almost knocking, before taking his hand down.

Could he really do this? This was the apartment of the woman who knew where his family was. He took another breath before hastily knocking before he could change his mind. There was no response for quite a while, making the Lahey knock again. He could hear rustling behind the door before a woman appeared at the door.

She looked as old as Chris. She had light brown hair and doe eyes. "Hello? How may I help you?"

"H-hi," Isaac stuttered a bit before gathering himself, "My name is Isaac Lahey and Luke sent me here."

After saying that, Jocelyn rushed him inside, glad to see her youngest son.

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Word count: 1682
Edited: who do you think I am?

dedicated to golightlys for being a person with amazing books that made me strive harder to be a better writer.