AN: So. I know I have other things to be working on right now. But I was hanging out outside (Thankfully, the sun has gone down where I live, so no further sunburn! and got to reading over some of the Teen Wolf stories. Then I got to thinking..you know, I kinda want to write one of these. I didn't have inspiration to, though. And so..I looked up the lyrics to one of my favorite songs in search of inspiration. The song is Those Nights by Skillet. I'll only use a bit for inspiration. I might continue this as a series of drabbles, as well.

Inspiration: "Stayed up late and we talked all night in a dark room lit by the TV light, through all the hard times in my life, those nights kept me alive. We'd listen to the radio play all night, didn't want to go home to another fight, through all the hard times in my life, those nights kept me alive."

Enjoy.

Stiles couldn't pinpoint exactly when it had happened, but he knew at some point, he'd become close friends with Isaac. With Scott being so caught up with Allison all the time, it was nice to have someone else to hang out with. Even if it was another werewolf. Isaac was different around others and alone. Stiles had noticed that immediately. Around everyone else, he acted cocky and smirked a lot, never smiled. When he was alone with Stiles, they joked around and he smiled and laughed more often instead of smirking.

Currently, the two were hanging out at Derek's new apartment. He'd just gotten it so that the Pack had someplace decent to stay if they needed an escape, a place to go. They were curled up in front of the television, talking and laughing.

Derek peaked into the room curiously, raising an eyebrow at the two. He glanced at the clock. "Isn't it time for you to be getting home, Stiles? Isn't your dad off work by now?"

That made the mood grow a bit more somber. Stiles nodded. "Yeah, I suppose."he said, but his tone was hesitant.

Derek looked over at Isaac for a moment before meeting Stiles's gaze. "Something you aren't telling us?"

Stiles shook his head. "No, nothing."

Derek listened, picking up on the sudden shift in Stiles's heartbeat. "Really?"

Stiles shrugged. "It's nothing, Derek."

Isaac sighed. "Stiles, you've been really ready to just..jump and run from your house every chance you get."he said. "What's going on?"

Derek's eyes hardened. "You aren't..."

Stiles shook his head. "No."he said, meeting Derek's gaze evenly before he looked over at Isaac and sighed. "I guess...listen, my dad and me...we've just been arguing a lot recently. It's just stressful, you know? So..the chance to be somewhere away from the fighting? I wanted that for a bit."

Derek looked at Isaac, who met his gaze, silently communicating with him silently. "Alright, you two. I'll drive you both by. Stiles, go get you some clothes and your meds. You're staying here tonight, I suppose. But if you two keep me awake, so help me god, I will kill both of you."

Both boys agreed, scrambling to their feet. That's how it was in the Hale Pack. Constant promises and threats of death, but Derek meant no harm. He didn't really mean them.

Still, at midnight, Derek could still hear Stiles and Isaac talking in whispers in the living room, where they had opted to stay instead of in the beta's room. The television was going, but neither of them were watching it. They were talking about how things had been going recently. Stiles sounded upset, broken. Like he was crying.

Derek had never heard him sound like that. He could hear Isaac shifting, and could hear the final words said that Stiles broke on. He could hear the sweet nothings whispered from Isaac in hopes of comforting the human. And he heard when Stiles's heartbeat and breathing finally evened out in sleep.

Isaac sighed, murmuring one last thing before he himself went to sleep. "Everything's always okay in the end."

The following morning, Derek gave the two a look while they were still asleep in the living room. The television was still going. He sighed, cutting the television off and pulling one of the discarded blankets up over the two. He didn't hesitate further on his trek to the kitchen.

The morning was quiet, even after the two woke up. Derek acted like he hadn't heard Stiles cry himself to sleep last night, that he hadn't heard Isaac comforting their human pack member quietly. He just spared the two a look.

With how they acted, it was like nothing happened at all. Derek was okay with that. And apparently, so were Isaac and Stiles.

Right. If you wish for me to continue with this as a set of drabbles or something, let me know! I'd appreciate the feedback.