Scott McCall sat at his desk, his hands tangled in his hair as he listened to the rain that tapped against his window. He had had a rough and long day and was in need of some serious down time when he heard a quiet knock at his bedroom door.

"Not now Mom," Scott called out hoping his mother would go away. There was another knock and he sighed, swiveling his chair towards the door. "Mom, I said not now" Scott continued as the door to his bedroom opened.

He looked at the boy who stood there at the door, his clothes sodden with water. It was Isaac Lahey. Scott looked at him stunned wondering what Isaac could possibly be doing here. Isaac's eyes meet Scott's.

Looking around, Isaac allowed himself to take in everything for the first time-he'd never been in Scott's room before although it looked a lot like how he pictured most teenage boys' rooms although it was incredibly clean. Pictures of Scott with his mom and pictures with Stiles were placed throughout the room and there was even small, handwritten notes that had most likely been written by Allison spread across the nightstand. He couldn't help but think back to his own room, and how barren of this kind of warmth it was. When it came to friends and family, he really didn't have much of either to put on display.

Returning back to reality, Isaac meet Scott's eyes with his own. "Can you do me a favor?" Isaac asked Scott, staring at Scott like a lost puppy as Scott stood up and took a step towards him.

"Sure man, what you need?" Scott asked in reply to Isaac.

"Derek kicked me out, I have no where to go. Can I stay here with you?" Isaac looked away from Scott, not wanting to look so vulnerable and pathetic in front of him.

Scott saw the desperation in Isaac's eyes, he couldn't just throw him out, it was raining and besides Scott always did what was right.

"Stay here as long as you need, why the hell did Derek kick you out anyway?" Scott asked Isaac, wondering what Isaac could possibly have done that would make him throw him out.

Isaac shrugged and sighed. "I didn't do anything that I know of. I asked him if I did and he threw a glass at me." Isaac's face was one of terror as he recalled the events that had just transpired a few minutes before. "There was something cold about it, he reminded me of my … of my dad?" Isaac whispered the last part.

Scott took another step closer to Isaac, wrapping his arms around Isaac and hugged him. Isaac dropped his black duffel bag to the floor as he quickly returned his hug, the two of them not releasing one another for a little longer than they should have. Isaac's knees were shaking, he noticed, not unlike a child's, and he dropped his eyes to the floor.

Scott was the one who finally released Isaac, his clothes now damp from hugging Isaac. "Here, you can wear one of my shirts. You're soaked." Scott told Isaac as he opened his dresser drawer pulling out a shirt and tossing it in Isaac's direction before he pulled out one for himself.

Isaac caught the shirt, looking at Scott. "Mind if I borrow some pants too?" Isaac asked, pointing out the fact that his jeans are also soaked with water.

"Sure." Scott replied simply as he opened another drawer and pulled out a pair of pajamas pants and tossed those to Isaac as well.

Isaac peeled the white tee-shirt he was wearing from his soaked skin and looked at Scott, wondering where he should put it. Scott pointed to a pile of clothing and Isaac walked over placing it with the other clothes just as Scott tossed him a towel. Isaac caught it with ease, drying himself off with the towel before pulling on the shirt.

Isaac felt a hitch in his throat as he thought about his still soaked jeans, would Scott be alarmed if he changed them right here in front of him? Isaac couldn't be sure how he'd react and so he slowly kicked of his shoes, placing them beside his black duffel bag that he had dropped on the floor. Keeping his eyes locked on Scott's, he slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, slowly pulling them down as water dripped from them, getting Scott's bedroom floor wet but that wasn't what made Isaac pause. It was the noticeable quickening of Scott's heart beat.

Isaac was still hunched, his eyes frozen on Scott's as he began to walk towards him. Isaac held his breath, a dry gulp descending down his throat. As if on cue, Scott's hand touched Isaac's shoulder. "I... I can't," Isaac finally choked out, surprised by the tears that were starting to form in his eyes. This was not how he wanted this to go-this was nothing like how he'd planned it out in his head.

"Isaac relax," Scott pleaded. The hand he'd placed on Isaac's shoulder began to slide gently down, his fingers grazing the curvature of his arm. Soon enough, his hands were both wrapped firmly around Isaac's, his thumb brushing the top of the other boy's knuckles as Scott was now hunched over watching Isaac. It was an odd gesture, but it was one that made Isaac feel warm. "I promise you can trust me."

The word 'trust' hit Isaac hard, and Isaac felt his nerves melt away. Of course he could trust Scott. After all, isn't that what he'd told him in the first place? Isn't that the reason he was there with him right now? Clearing his throat, Isaac managed to gather his confidence.

"Scott, you don't know everything about me." The words were dry on his breath, and they lingered in the air against the boys' silence. If you could call it silence-Isaac felt the blood race in Scott's palms, and the collective thump of their heartbeats rang in his ears. He could even hear the shallowness of Scott's breath.

Perhaps Isaac had been wrong in coming in, in thinking that staying with Scott would be a good idea. Isaac shook the thoughts away, surely Scott wouldn't be standing in front of him, holding his hands and trying to comfort him if he knew the truth. But there was something about Scott he needed, something about the ease of hand-holding that made him feel whole, made him feel wanted.

"Let me guess, you're gay." The words came out of Scott's mouth with ease, not at all harsh like Isaac had expected. "That's it, right?" He laughed a bit, not unkindly, and gave Isaac's shoulder a playful nudge. Scott released Isaac's hands and stood up, taking a step back and Isaac's eyes stayed focused on Scott's as he stepped out of the wet jeans and wrapped the towel around himself.

Isaac stared at Scott with disbelief. "If you knew that... Why didn't you just say anything? You could have told me to leave you alone"

"Well," Scott said, stepping closer to Isaac, "That's the thing. Maybe I didn't want to be left alone." Isaac shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't believe this was actually happening right now.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to flirt with me Scott McCall." Isaac said almost regrettable as a hint of a smile filled the curvature of his lips and he could feel the tears as they dripped down his face.

Scott lifted his hand again, but instead of reaching out to Isaac to comfort him like last time, he simply brushed the tears that now stained his cheek way. Isaac felt Scott's fingers spread around the base of his cheek, his palm resting comfortably against his chin. As he leaned in, he couldn't help but take one last look before closing his eyes and letting the other boy's face find his.

There was a sense of hesitation as their lips met and they almost drew back. But it was Scott who made the final step, pressing his open mouth against Isaac's, a instant sensation that Isaac had never experienced before.