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When the man stepped out of the shadows, Cam froze and just..stared at him. He looked a lot like..he just looked very familiar. Eyes squinting, he said nothing when he was told that he needed to leave. How would this person know that this was private property unless..no, it couldn’t be. But the longer he stood there, the more nervous and..anxious he became, because if this was who he thought it was, he had no idea what to do..or how to act. 

Glancing back at the house, he ran his hand through his hair, “I uh..” Unable to form an actual coherent sentence, he was still just basically frozen in his spot, wanting to say so much, but afraid to do so. Looking back at the other man, he locked their eyes together and just tried to get a read on him. Everything was similar, in a lot of ways. The eye color, the cheek bones, the hair curls and the color. Of course, many things were different, some of which were making him think that he could be wrong.

Stepping closer, Cam shakes his head and points at him, “Y-You own this p-property?” With tears in his eyes, his heart pounds harder against his chest with everything that the guy did. And if he was being honest with himself, he wasn’t just a random guy telling him that he was trespassing, there was no way. It was just not possible. He had gotten a lot taller and he grew into his clothes..sort of. It had to be him. Letting a few tears fall, he takes a shaky breath, “Izzy?”

Isaac was lucky his hands were in his pockets because, as the stranger stared so intently at him, he could feel his control slipping. He hated the way those eyes drank in the sight of him, hated the way it made him feel like an animal in a zoo. Isaac fought that primal side of him though. The last thing he needed was to transform right now. Though he was grateful for this gift -- the strength and healing -- control was still something he needed to work on, though it was working now at least.

Glowering at the man, his eyes narrowed as the stranger stepped closer. Was he crying? The scent of salt stung his nose. Those were tears. Why? Did the man think Isaac was going to hurt him? But then the man’s words registered in his ears. What?

“Maybe. I dunno,” he responded, shrugging though his glare remained as sharp as daggers.·“Whatever the case, you’re still trespassing.” Seriously. Isaac wasn’t sure what the legal status of the property was with his father being dead and him a sixteen-year-old fugitive but it didn’t give strangers the right to traipse around it.·“Don’t call me that,” he spat instinctually when the man called him·‘Izzy’. The only person who’d called him that was Camden -- this man had no right to use it.·“And stop crying. I don’t know who you are but you need to leave.” So did Isaac but he wasn’t leaving this man alone here.

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Home. That was the only thing that Cam could think about from the moment he got onto the plane until the moment he laid his eyes on that familiar house. He wasn’t sure how everyone was going to react to him being back. Hell, he was still pretty sure that they all thought he was dead, and maybe..he should’ve been. However, when he finally got out of the cab, he walked down the street (after asking the driver to park on the corner), and just stood there staring at the house. It was dark, and it looked like no one had been there in awhile.

Sighing heavily, he made his way cautiously to the doorstep, curious thing was, just why he was being so cautious. Maybe it was just how he was, how he had been trained to be. Looking around, he didn’t see anyone and he hoped that no one would spot him and call the cops for trespassing. Once he got close enough to survey the property, he was confused when he didn’t see his dad’s truck. Nor did he see any lights or any sign of life. Something was off.

Climbing up the steps, he leaned to the side to peer in the window and huffed out a breath when he couldn’t really see anything. Shaking his head, he turns around and goes back down the stairs so he could head into the back yard. From what he could tell, it looked like it hadn’t been taken care of in awhile, and he wouldn’t say that maybe his house had been abandoned, but it was starting to look like it. Maybe, just maybe, they moved?

Cam was in the back yard for quite some time, trying to figure out a way to get into the house, but it seemed that his dad was still very particular about making sure no one could ever break in. And unfortunately for him..he couldn’t. However, now was when he was about to get answers..hopefully, because as he made his way towards the front of the house again, he heard a twig break and instantly froze. His years of training coming into play as he stood his ground and tried to look around whatever this person was hiding behind, “Who’s there?! I have a gun!” He didn’t have a gun.

Isaac was confused by the man’s actions. He doubted the cops would have a problem going inside and he doubted some curious person who’d read about it all in the paper would be interested in going around back. A burglar casing the joint? He had no tools though and certainly a burglar would know that this place was uninhabited currently. He caught a brief glimpse of the man’s face from his vantage point -- there was something familiar about it but also too different to place.

When the man went around back, Isaac hesitated but ultimately followed. He did his best to stay in the shadows, hidden, until a twig snapped beneath his sneakers. Shit. Isaac’s eyes immediately zeroed in on the strange man who froze. Isaac pressed himself against the fence, half-hidden by the shadows of a tree in the backyard, when the man started frantically searching for the source.

And then... Then he shouted that he had a gun. Except he was lying. Isaac could hear the skip in the man’s heartbeat and he didn’t smell any gunpowder. There was no gun. Definitely not a cop then, and a shitty burglar if so. Isaac swallowed before squaring his shoulders and stepping into the light of the waning gibbous. He tried to look as menacing as possible. Whether it worked, he had no idea. 

“I know you lying,” he called across the yard. There was a moment of curiosity, wondering what the man thought when he saw him. Was it fear? Isaac would’ve probably been fearful if he was faced with a man accused of brutally murdering his father. Even though he hadn’t done that. His feelings towards his now deceased father were complicated but he would never have killed the man. That everyone thought so... It was a pain that he had to force away in that moment, irrelevant to the situation at hand. “You don’t have a gun and you’re trespassing on private property. You should leave. Now.”

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Isaac peaked out from around the tree-trunk, taking in the street that he’d grown up on, the home he’d lived in until now. He looked for a cop-car from his concealed place in the shadows but saw nothing out of the ordinary. He’d seen these cars every day for years, seen these darkened windows every night for decades. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. Even the house -- considered a crime scene now -- looked as it always had. He saw a peak of yellow in a pile of leaves beside the front door but that tossed-aside police tape was the only sign that something was afoot.

Why was he even back here? He wondered that as he relaxed against the tree, his gaze turning skyward. He had no interest in going back inside that house. Some fresh clothes would be nice -- ones that fit him, actually, and weren’t Derek’s oddly sized hand-me-downs -- but weren’t necessary. He was a fugitive -- for goddamn stupid reasons but coming back here was even stupider. This was the first place the police would look for the teenager wanted for murder. He shouldn’t be here.

Resolving to leave, he took one last glance at the home, dark and empty as it would be from now on. He knew he would still stay with Derek even if (and when) his name was cleared. He nodded to himself, content with his resolution, when he saw a figure approaching the house. Isaac’s brow furrowed with confusion. They didn’t look like a cop -- no uniform nor gun. They didn’t look like some too-curious teenager either. Admittedly, Isaac couldn’t see much from his vantage point, but he thought the figure slowly walking towards the front door was out of place. 

A part of him was screaming to just turn back. Ignore this, leave. It was the right choice -- it could be a cop out of uniform, hoping to lull Isaac into a false sense of security, or someone who would hand him in no questions asked. Maybe it was a burglar, lured in by the broken doorknob and lacking inhabitants. Another part of him couldn’t combat the curiosity though and, against his better judgement, that part won. Slowly creeping along the shadows, Isaac got closer to the house and the stranger. He stayed just out of sight though, wanting to determine just what was happening here before he said or did anything.