Inhale The Good Shit, Exhale The Bullshit

An Isaac Fic

Derek groans as a knock sounds on the door; does somebody really have to bother him at three in the morning? "I'm coming!" He calls as another knock echoes throughout the loft. He swings his feet off the side of his bed and stands up, ignoring the major head rush he's getting.

"Derek, open up!" Scott calls from outside the door.

"I'm coming!" Derek yells. "Scott, it's freaking three o'clock in the morning, I am trying to-" As he pulls the door open, Derek's eyes go wide. Scott's not alone, he's with Isaac. Derek blinks, trying to comprehend what he's seeing; Isaac is at his door. But, he's been gone for weeks. The pack had started to think that he had been captured, or worse, killed.

"Don't look so glad to see this fucker." Scott grumbles as he walks in, pulling Isaac with him. "You're going to be pissed when you see what he's been up to."

Derek quickly shuts the door and turns back to the two boys. "Isaac, where the hell have you been and what have you been doing? If you've made Scott mad at you, you've really fucked up."

Isaac's eyes meet Derek's. "Duuuuuude." Isaac breathes. "I didn't know starfish talked."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Derek shouts.

Scott pulls a small bag out of his jacket pocket and hands it to Derek. "I found this on him."

Derek looks at the bag and the fine powder within comes across as odd to Derek. "What is this?" He asks Scott, slightly confused.

"It's LSD. He also had four grams of weed, some cigarettes and some cocaine when I found him." Scott says.

"Derek," Isaac whispers, an extremely happy look coming across his face, "your walls are talking to me." Isaac's hands start to shake, small tremors break out all over his body, but his smile doesn't falter. "But that's funny, because they don't usually talk, ya know." He reaches out a hand to touch the wall, but then he freezes and a look of terror crosses his face.

"Isaac, what the hell did you take?" Derek demands.

If he heard Derek, Isaac doesn't show it. Instead he starts wobbling on his feet, as if he's dizzy, and goes back to smiling again. Derek and Scott look at each other worriedly. "Are you listening to his heart Derek? It's going nuts." Scott whispers.

"Yeah." Derek mumbles. "What the hell do we do?"

Scott shrugs. "I don't know."

"Where did you find him?" Derek asks as he watches Isaac start petting the walls and whispering 'good boy' and 'I promise, I won't let Derek kick you out.'

"Stiles and I were out helping his dad look for a missing body in the woods just outside of town when we came across Isaac sitting there singing in gibberish." Scott says.

"Was there anybody with him?" Derek questions.

Scott shakes his head, "Nope, no scents or nothing. However, the drugs reek of other people."

Derek shakes his head and crosses his arms as he looks down at the floor. "So, Isaac ran away from our pack and became a drug addict. That doesn't sound like him."

Scott sighs and sits on the couch. "Well, there's not much we can do except wait for whatever he's taken to get out of his system."