Pure × Isaac Lahey

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       Concerned eyes fell on Elora, all silent as they watched her press her forehead to the wall before withdrawing.

       "Tell the others to keep an eye out for signs of sabotage," said Agent McCall from outside the hospital.

       "I should've been there," Elora quietly said, still facing the wall with closed eyes.

       Scott paused, "Where were you, El? I didn't see you outside the MRI room."

       "I don't know," El whispered. "I remember talking to him before the MRI. He wouldn't do it without talking to me first. He was scared."

       "Then?" asked Derek carefully.

       "I woke up on the floor of his hospital room to Al yelling Isaac's name."

       There was close to half an hour missing, and it was crucial.

       "Elora?"

       The entire group turned at the sound of Charlie's voice, not one but two figures approaching them.

       Derek's expression went slack as he looked beyond his cousin, both Scott and Allison oblivious. "What the hell..."

       "You weren't supposed to bring him," El mildly said as Jordan Parrish walked slightly behind Charlie.

        Scott looked around curiously, eyebrows drawn in. "What's going on?"

       But Jordan spoke before Scott could get an answer.

       "Derek? You remember me, too?" Jordan - or whatever you wanted to call him - asked with half a smile, hugging the stunned werewolf.

       Derek looked to Elora, still able to recall the moment he had phoned her when Camden died.

       El only shook her head, softly shrugging. "We haven't figured it out yet.

       "Figured what out yet?" Allison asked in mild confusion.

       "This is Camden Lahey," said Elora, motioning to Jordan. "He died six years ago in Afghanistan."

       "What?" Scott and Allison expressed in sync.

       "Scott, you've no doubt seen him before-"

       "Yeah, in the station," Scott interrupted Charlie.

       "No, in your childhood. Around town, any random visit to the school ahead of you," Charlie told him.

  "This is Isaac's brother?"

       "We've met," Jordan said, eyes on Scott. "I volunteered on a few field trips for your class. You and Isaac had the same teacher a couple different years in elementary."

       Scott stared at Camden, able to recall the memories his words had conjured but still unable to recognize the man in front of him. "I - I don't -"

       "Does Isaac recognize him?" asked Derek, the group oblivious to the chaos around them.

       "Hasn't seen him," El said. "Even Stilinski didn't recognize him."

       "He was the reason I picked the Army," Jordan said, slightly uncomfortable with being talked about instead of talked to.

       "He also spoke at your funeral," Derek added with a sigh. "This doesn't make sense. He's been in town and nobody has recognized him?"

       "He didn't even know who he was until I said his name, his real name." Elora leaned back against the wall she'd just put a hole through, plaster brushing onto her top. "Cam, anything?"