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Vincent stormed out of the hospital, angry with Issac's mother for being the distraction, but even angrier at the fact that she wouldn't tell him where Issac had gone. He angrily hit the wheel of the car, careful not to beep the horn. Every damn turn today he let someone down. Himself, Isaac, Karrie if it counted.

He dialed Isaac's cell number, hearing it ring into his message for the inbox. "Hey this is Issac, I can't get the pho-" Vincent cut it off with a low growl, he had just gotten the dog back!. Why would he run away again??.

He took a deep breath, he had to think clearly, he was going to one of two places. Isaac's own home or Nathan's. It was only a half hour until school was ending, so Vincent headed over there in case Isaac was waiting for the wolf. Vincent cringed at the thought that he wasn't enough and realized that his two ideas for where Isaac was headed were wrong.

He growled again and headed back to the hospital, swinging the car 180 degrees back into the parking lot. He was gonna get his answers.

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Issac felt tears in his eyes as he ignored Vincent's call. Damn, he was such a jerk, but he did need to do this alone. If Vincent was there he couldn't be sure that whatever courage he found was his own. "I promise". He swore to Vincent. "That as soon as this is over I'll never leave you against your will again. I love you, please love me enough to see past this". He made the note that Nathan called as well, and turned his phone off.

He continued the long drive. Vowing never to return to that cursed place again. No matter the outcome of the days events.

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"You have to tell me!". Vincent begged, his paws gripping Mrs. Howell's. She sat there, looking up at his with unchanging eyes, she wouldn't budge. "I'll do anything, just please tell me!".

She pulled her own paws free. "No". Was her simple answer. "He needs to do this himself, he'll be back don't worry your pretty little head". She had a way of speaking, somehow nurturing and loving, yet experienced and superior all at once. It wasn't a voice you talked back to lightly, but Vincent managed just fine.

"Look". He said with a bit more anger and frustration seeping in than intended. "Isaac is....very important to me to say the least. I need to know he's safe, and the only way I'll know that is to be there protecting him. Ok?". He sighed. "I mean no disrespect Ma'am, nor do I intend to be rude, but it's very important that-".

She hit him, clean across the face, stunning him into silence as he grabbed his cheek absent mindedly, his muzzle gawked open. "You listen here, Issac is MY son. Got it?. No one knows him better than me. I birthed him, changed him, dealt with his bi-sexuality, and his birth father having people watch him". She was very stern about it. No emotion, just facts. "I understand you love him too, but did you stop to think about WHY he left?".

Vincent stopped a second, just long enough to get a smirk from her. "Clearly you haven't, look, Vincent was it?. He left to go get his courage back".

Vincent laughed inside. "What is this some old kung fu movie?. I don't know where he is, so I don't feel right. I'm supposed to protect him". Vincent roared with an intensity, the anger not supposed to show.

She slapped him again. "Two things, 1, don't raise your voice at me young man, he's still my son. You wouldn't want me to die thinking of you on a bad note would ya?". That shut Vincent up, he hung his head. "And 2. That's my job, get it through your head. You have to let him do this alone or he won't ever get it back". It wasn't angry, just mechanical, a fact.

Two plus two is four.

It was 50 degrees outside.

And Isaac needed to do this alone.

Vincent slouched, a pang of disappointment in himself. What kind of boyfriend was he?. He couldn't keep track of his partner let alone keep him safe.

'God damn it!' He thought to himself, starting to pace the room, 'GOD DAMN IT ALL!!' He looked back at Issac's mom, they had so gotten off on the wrong foot. "Look, Mrs.Howell, you have to tell me. Please I just want to know if he's okay".

She smiled. "That's sweet, but it's repetitive. I keep telling you he's safe. He's going to his fathers to straighten things out so we never have to look back to that bastard again".

"So you're leaving him in the hands of someone you didn't trust enough while he grew up to even allow him near your kid?". Isaac had told Vincent plenty about his lack of father figure, and his mom's many boyfriends in an attempt to fix herself. "That doesn't sound very safe at all actually". It was a ticked off voice.

"Who's the father, Issac didn't know until today right?. But if he stormed off they've already met obviously".

She raised her eyes at him. "Ummm, sure, I actually don't see how that's obvious". She looked stumped, but got serious. "Uhhh, yeah, I guess they have met".

She stared at him for a second. "Aaron!". She shot out, pointing at him. "Aaron, you're Aaron......Cowell.....Yeah, Cowell's kid. I knew you looked familiar!" She clapped her paws together. "I'm good".

It was Vincent's turn to be stunned. "Yeah, you know my dad?".

"From school, I moved back into town when Isaac was born. You see I moved out when I knew I was pregnant, but me and....the father came to an agreement for Isaac's sake so I moved back so I could raise him in a place where I was comfortable. God I haven't seen Aaron in.....years".

She looked gravely out the window. "Call your dad for me would yah?".

Vincent was absolutely flabbergasted, she had the nerve to ask him for something as he begged for answers. "Tell me were Issac is first".

"Persistent. Phone first, then you have my word as a mother that I'll tell you". She still didn't look at him.

"Do you think I'm stupid?". Vincent asked, pulling out his phone, and opening it up. "I'm not dialing until you tell me what I want to know".

She looked over at him. "Harassing your boyfriends mother isn't a good foot to start on".

Vincent huffed, hating that she was right, and the fact that he wasn't getting the info any other way. She was tough. He dialed, handing the phone to her.

She took it quickly, urgency on her face now that practically screamed worry. "Aaron?. It's Patti". She started, smiling. "It has been so long". She said after a break to let the bear speak.

"Look, I have a feeling that the father of my son has been having issues................because you remember me instantly and Franco isn't here bugging me..........I was stupid then, not now, you'd be surprised how much you notice when you don't trust something.......".

Vincent was hanging on every word, waiting for her to slip up and give a name. But now he knew with a mix of heated anger and absolute confusion that his dad was somehow involved.

"Your son's here with me, should I let him know?". It took a great effort not to shout 'YES!' at her, his patience running thin. Issac's image un-able to leave his mind. "Ok. It was nice talking to you. Bye". She hung up and looked out the window.

"So?". Vincent asked, standing to leave, and taking his phone. "Where is he going?". She didn't respond at first, she stared out the window. "Hello!. Where is he?. You promised!". He roared. "Don't you dare break your promise!".

He turned her to face him, his anger getting the better of him. But he stopped, her eyes were full of tears. Vincent wasn't sure how to react at all, so he stopped. "Hey. What's going on?". He was much gentler, but still asking questions.

She hit him for the third time. "I failed okay!". Her face was angry, but not at him. She inhaled heavily. "Oh fuck I sent him to.....Oh god....". She looked at him, grabbing the bears shoulder, anger replaced by desperation. "Im' sorry I didn't know!. Believe me!".

"Know What?!". Vincent asked, not liking this turn at all.

"Your uncle, Squall. He's Issac's father!". Vincent was shocked for sure, but to be honest he didn't see the urgency.

"I don't understand".

"Squall's a fuckin crazy!. Vincent this might not be my place to say it but he took his own son's virginity because he asked. He's not well. I don't know if he'll get violent-".

But Vincent was already out the door. Uncle Squall had......done it with........He collapsed in his car, resting a moment from the shock. Isaac....asked him too........

Vincent had never felt such emotion. It was pain, angry, frustration, sorrow, guilt, love, and a knife in the back. No......it couldn't be true.......

But that was when he realized something that eclipsed all of those feelings all together.

It didn't matter.

He still loved the dog. He still cared about his safety. He in a single moment pushed the fact and disgust aside for the sake of his....his mate. Now was not the time for the knight in shining armor to fail, he needed to get to his uncles. Now.

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Issac swallowed, walking to the door. The large house hung over him like a shadow. He knocked, feeling the blood rush from his face as he did. At first no one answered and he was halfway relieved until he heard footsteps.

The fox opened the door, his face one of shock. "Issac". Was all he managed.

"Dad". Isaac responded, getting a look of shock yet again. "We need to talk".

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Once again, Isaac found himself in Squall's den. Squall set a glass of Apple Cider on the table for him, but he didn't take it. By some stroke of luck, Isaac was filled with anger and contempt, and showing only that. He wasn't being weak, he wasn't giving in, or giving up, and he wasn't scared. He was in control.

"How long have you known?". Squall asked, hanging his head low, but glancing up at Isaac's angry glare. He sipped his own Cider slowly.

"Only a few hours now". Isaac answered. He was still trying to find a place to start. It was obvious who was at fault, and for what, but even with such a long car ride here he wasn't sure how to start the dreaded conversation.

"I see". Squall continued. "Did your mother tell you?. Or another?". He tried to keep Will and Aaron out of it. He didn't want to drag some of his only friends down with him.

"Mom". Isaac answered, taking a deep breath. "She's in the hospital right now. She only mentioned you on her death bed. For my sake". Isaac knew he was being cold and heartless, but this bastard....his own metaphorical tree from which he fell, he needed to cut it down so others wouldn't look up.

Genuine concern crossed Squall's face, it angered Isaac even more that he cared. He had no right to be happy if he saw his son and fucked him over in every sense of the word. "What's wrong with her now?". He knew about the coma from Franco of course, but apparently if he didn't get daily updates......

"Brain tumor". Isaac responded mechanically, trying not to expose any weakness. He had to be cold and un-open to get out of here with his dignity, but to be honest, he didn't expect to find Squall so....broken.... He couldn't care of course, but it did bug him. He was suppressing his natural compassion with effort. "She only has a month at best".

Squall nodded. "And there's no possible way to save her?".

"Not that we can afford". But as soon as Isaac said it, he knew he was going to regret it. A light shone in Squall's eyes. Hope.

"How much would-" He began nonchalantly.

"No!. We don't need you!. We haven't all these years and....we wouldn't if....". Isaac froze. His mask was breaking already. Shit, he was already showing weakness, and of all places, in the 'lions den' he started doubting. He looked down, he knew he wasn't going to be this stubborn. It didn't matter if this pig took his innocence because he was imbalanced, or if it wasn't for him his mom would have been fine, or that he apparently spied on them. His mother's life was worth far more than a grudge, no competition....right?....yes.....

"Isaac. Son...please". Squall began, holding out a paw.

"Don't touch me!". Isaac yelled standing. "And don't you dare call me Son!. You lost that right completely when you used me as a toy!". His face was contorted in anger. Isaac felt the fur on his neck stand on end with the rush corseting through him. It felt so good to stand up for himself for once, not to second guess.

"Okay, I know that, and I'm sorry for trying. Isaac. Please, you don't have to give me a chance if you don't want to. But I know you". It was his turn to stand up. "Isaac, I was never there as you grew up, but I've heard so much about you. I know your one of the best runners out there". He started advancing, making Isaac retreat slightly. "Your grades are spot on, your friends love you, you like your coffee every morning".

"Don't take another step".

Squall stopped, a grin on his face, his own confidence now rising. "And you think you're here because you want to confront me, but you're here because you need papa's money to save mommy right?". It was taunting, any sign of sorrow and apology lost.

He walked away a moment, returning with a cheque in hand, holding it out to Isaac, a dark stare on his face. "Take it". He said, waving it a little. "$6,000, then whatever else it costs".

Isaac could feel the imminent disappointment and future frustration, but, swearing at himself for giving in so soon, he reached for it. But just before his paws grabbed it, it was pulled back.

Figures.

"Tell me you love me again". It was a demand, cold and strong. It wasn't a joke to Squall, and clearly not a future chance to get some, it was an act of angry desperation.

Anger welled up in Isaac, how dare he, after all this?. "Get bent!!".

Squall paused, not seeing that at all, he staggered a moment, advancing another step to try and seem taller. "Call me dad".

"Fuck off!!".

Then it was Squall's turn to be angry, and Isaac's to be shocked. Squall slapped him in the face. "No foul language from you".

Isaac stepped back, a paw on his cheek, but his anger brought him back to focus quickly. "Gonna ground me?. After years of not leaving me alone, then a few days of time with me and a bit of fucking incest when I didn't even know, you're gonna scold me?!. Hell no!". Isaac roared.

The next slap was much more forceful then the first. "Don't raise your voice to me young man!". Isaac looked back, and what he saw frightened the anger out of him. He felt his face drain of colour. Squall's eyes were wide and bloodshot. Their focus solely on him, the pupils were completely un-dialated, his crazy yellow colored eyes had a single black line in the center, gazing at him like the devil.

"Last chance". He growled, holding out the paper again. "Say something nice".

Isaac could feel himself shaking as he tried desperately to pull himself together. 'Don't give in now. You're so damn close'. 'But mom, she's dying, you can make them both happy'. It would be so easy to lie, terrifyingly easy, he felt tears in his eyes. 'Just tell him but don't mean it. It'll all be pretend.....'.

".......I.......lo.......lo.....". Isaac flashed back to his dream. Vincent's angelic face, his beauty. And Squall hade to ruin it. He swallowed, scared out of him mind. "I.....I can't". He whimpered into the floor.

Isaac flinched, waiting for a hit. When he opened his eyes he saw the fox ripping up the cheque, his eyes now just angry instead of crazed. Isaac realized at the last moment he actually did see both, then the cheque was thrown in his face, and a right hook brought him to the ground, a familiar ringing in his ear, and a familiar feeling on his face.

Isaac was winded, laying in the paper pile. When had he lost control of the situation?. Where had it all gone so wrong?. He finally got a breath in in time for Squall's foot to slam into his chest.

"Love me!". Squall screamed. "You ungrateful ass!". Another kick, then Squall lowered himself to the floor. "Without me..." he raised Isaac up by his shirt collar, Issac's paws scratching at his assailants like mad, but to no avail. "You wouldn't even be here at all!!". A punch in the gut.

Isaac screamed in disapproval, his legs finding strength enough to kick at Squalls chest, but his efforts were futile, Squall wasn't fazed in the slightest. "Let go of me!. I hate you!. Mom hates you!. Leave us the fuck alone!!". Isaac screamed in rage.

Squall started laughing. "Don't act all high and mighty, you can't swallow your pride long enough to save your mother's life. What kind of son are you?. Stubborn ass". He positioned himself in such a way that Isaac's paws were restrained, and Squall sat on his thighs so his legs weren't an issue.

"At least I know what's what". Isaac spat, struggling. "I fucking gave you everything before, I gave you my mind body and soul. I can't say I love you because you fucking disowned me in front of Mr. Vector and Cowell!. You pussied out!. I'm not giving you any more Squall". It was a definite answer, serious and solid. Squall froze, not sure what to say. "So what now?".

Squall, sat still a moment, but his eyes never shifted from crazy. Isaac didn't like it, but no sooner did he think that then Squall grabbed something from his pocket and shoved it down Isaac's throat. Isaac gagged, coughing up a storm and with no arms to assist him. "What the Hell was that!?". Isaac demanded, scared of the answer, his throat feeling sore and scratchy after the dry swallow.

Squall took Isaac's head and slammed it back into the wooded floor with a lot of force. The room started to spin and get fuzzy. Isaac felt the weight lift from his chest, but couldn't react to it. After a minute the room stopped spinning and he felt a cold lock on his left ankle. He looked down at a metal handcuff, cuffing his foot to the couch, and another had his hands behind his back.

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As angry as Nathan was that the two had skipped school, he couldn't help but wear a smile with each class he shared with his beloved water dog. The previous night was a very giddy one involving a few shifts to the bedroom's furniture, and a big clean up.

Anthony wasn't exactly a stickler for always spotless and perfectly clean, but to one born into a family with three sisters, an overbearing mother, and a quiet, soft spoken, preppy father, the wolves' (including Nathan's dad) underwear lying around the back room/house was a bit off putting. Nathan had never seen anything wrong with it, but he didn't want to make Anthony uncomfortable on the first day, so they'd cleaned; if only to dirty it up with an all-night videogame zombie killing spree.

In the midst of the madness, Anthony told his tale. "When I woke up after the ambush and you weren't there I was devastated". He began, his voice had a certain tone to it that you didn't interrupt, even to defend yourself. "I was on so many drugs for the pain, and doctors were in and out looking at all of the scans I didn't remember them taking". He said quietly. "I asked my parents for you, they said that...they said you left me....that you said I was ugly now and worthless".

Nathan had growled at that, but let Anthony continue without outburst.

"I denied it. I told them you would never do that to me. They said it's what a heartless homo freak would do, something so cruel". He shrugged, looking up at Nathan, pausing the game. "And my dad sat quiet, just listening to my mother spit her venomous lies. So I did what you would have". he said with a smile. "I told them that it must be true that we were heartless, because I was going to leave her when I was well and come after you, and that she would be devastated while you and I vacationed in Hell".

Nathan laughed his fuzzy ass off at that. He was teaching the little guy a bit about pride, the show-off way of things, and in general, overall bad-assness.

With about three hours of sleep possible, they had snuggled together in Nathan's bed until the rooms reconstruction and redecoration had finished. (Not that either were in a hurry with each other so close)

But today was Anthony's first real day of school their first real day as a legitimate couple. Nathan needed to keep that. As much as he tried to stop himself, he never let the waterdog out of his sights. They went almost everywhere together. If Nathan lost him again.....if he couldn't keep him safe AGAIN.....he didn't know what he would do.

But nothing escaped Anthony's notice. "Nathan, you can't watch over my life 24/7, its not healthy". He said at the wolf's locker near the end of the day, getting a hurt face in return. "Hey, I didn't say it wasn't sweet". The otter grinned. "It's just.....I want things to be the way they were".

Nathan looked down at Anthony. "Things can't be undone". He said simply. It was weak and childish, but it got his point across. "I love you, and I don't want to see you hurt ever again. Is that so wrong?".

"No. But your method is wrong. You were doing fine before".

"FINE got you hurt. I need to do excellent". The wolf snapped, not meaning too, and already feeling bad for raising his voice at the innocent water dog.

Anthony grabbed the wolf's muzzle and looked into his eyes. "Stop it". He said forcefully. "I don't want to see you so beat up over me. You want me happy?". He asked rhetorically. "Be the Nathan I told you to stay as, I always had the intention of coming back, that's why I told you to stay the same, so we could be the same".

Nathan pouted, looking down. "But.....your scar.....I did that. It was my fault".

Anthony's eyes went wide and he gave the wolf a firm, but friendly punch in the gut.

"Ow, what was that for?!".

"Unless you beat me, as I fell unconscious I never want to hear that from you again". Anthony said, tears in his eyes. "Don't you dare beat yourself up over this. It won't change, it happened, it can't be undone. Maybe I was stupid trying to keep you the same, but don't you dare say this is your fault". He pointed at the scar, making the wolf look away.

"Am I hideous?". Anthony asked.

Nathan looked back hurt now. "No. Never".

"Did you do this too me?".

"It was my fault th-"

"DID YOU DO THIS TOO ME!!?". Anthony interrupted with a loud voice, making Nathan smile, the power seeming out of place on the lanky frame.

"No".

Anthony smiled, giving the wolf a hug and kiss. "Good. I love you, if I put you through grief I'm sorry, but no more; and no more watchdog. You're my anchor and my boyfriend, but you are not my watchdog. Got it?".

"Yes sir!". Nathan saluted, making the water dog laugh.

"Good. Umm, at ease. Haha, okay. Now tell me more about this Isaac that almost stole you from me". Anthony poked, making Nathan blush as they started to walk down the hall.

Nathan smiled a bit. "He is special. A cute little guy, and funny, determined and strong. Defiantly a great friend, but you're the most important guy in my life". He clarified, pulling him close. "But I'm happy my need to fill the void you left led me to such a good friend". Nathan buried his face in the otters short head fur, taking in his scent. "Even when you're in the hospital you make my life better. I thought I'd never see you again. I thought your parents would take you away from me forever". He added, making it the....eight hundredth time he said so? Nine hundredth?.

"Like anyone could". Anthony repeated, for an equal amount of times in the last day, the childish wonder still in his voice. It carried that spring that was so carefree and relieving. He seemed so delicate, even with his scar, like anything could corrupt his pure childish wonderment and faith. Nathan knew it was foolish to think so, he went through a beating and family issues just fine and maintained himself, but he still just chimed with it. Nathan melted in his voice.

Then he heard his otter speak. "Time for gym. Won't that he fun?". This made Nathan's eyes widen in fear, trying to quell the worry that already poured over him. Shit. Gym was another word for trouble with strong homophobes.

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"What's all this?". Isaac asked, not caring at the moment if his fear showed. He was scared, Squall was freaking insane!. Squall sat on the opposite couch and sipped his apple cider again.

"I gave you an herbal sexual stimulant. In about 20 minutes you'll be willing to fuck a chain link fence". He smiled evilly, the look never leaving his eyes, a crooked smile on his face. "I'm waiting until you ask me 'father, please do me the pleasure of fucking my brains out. I'm oh so sorry!'" He sneered the last word.

Isaac stared at him in total shock "You're insane! You'll go to jail for sure you crazy fuck! Let me go!" it was more a cry then a demand. Issac was starting to lose it. But even in all this, he did notice the wolfs musk start to hit his nostrils. 'So inviting' he thought, falling quiet, his cock growing out its sheath already.

Isaac was still focused enough to worry, and to tell himself to ignore it. He laid back, eyes closed, willing the thoughts away, the drugs not to work.

"I'm not a bad guy Isaac. Is it so wrong for a father to want to hear his son say he loves him? Hell, you cant even lie about it!" he said in a low, hurt voice. "When I met your mother...."

"Hell no." Isaac managed, cutting him off, "I will not hear your pity me story." he groaned, "And drugs or no drugs-" he swore under his breath and he inhaled deeply to clear his head. "Drugs or no drugs, I wont love you after what you did."

"Just give in buddy." Squall said casually. He paused, his eyes seemed compassionate for a moment "I love you."

Isaac panicked, he could feel the response on his lips. He felt 'I love you too' surface in his mind, trying desperatly to be able to shoot his load into the fox..... Isaac started to cry at the potency of the drugs, already making him shoot pre in his boxers, already starting to make him give in.

He shouldn't have come....he should have bottled it all in and moved on. Now before his mother died, she might have to hear about how her son was raped by the man she sent hm too.

Fuck.....he didn't want this to happen. Why was he always so weak....so defenseless...? He felt his need to say those words. He imagined this is what stoners felt just before the next hit. Like as soon as they got it, all their problems would be gone, their minds working against them.

But he didn't get to respond, Vincent shot through the front door, his eyes resting on Isaac's bound being.