It's been two weeks since Jackson turned into a werewolf. Two since Gerard went missing. Two weeks since Allison and Scott broke up. Two since the Sheriff got his job back. But it's been a year since Stiles got any real sleep and getting beat up by an old man didn't help with the nightmares.

Stiles rubbed his face tiredly, trying to ignore the cold sweat rolling down his bare back as he silently swallowed a sleeping pill. Falling face first into his pillow, he began to cry, the pillow muffling his sobs as the images of his father yelling at him and throwing a beer bottle at him at the party filled his mind. He knew it was just a hallucination but it felt so real to Stiles. As he lay there sobbing, Stiles silently prayed for someone or something to just make it stop, to save him.

"Stiles." Stiles looked up at Scott who forcefully punched his shoulder.

"Ow! Can you tone down a little on the whole wolfy thing?" Stiles complained rubbing at his arm.

"Sorry, dude. Just a little excited I guess." Scott said rubbing the back of his head.

"About?" Stiles asked, returning to getting his stuff out of his locker with a yawn.

"I think something is happening between me and Allison." Scott said happily. Stiles turned around to look at Scott with a incredulous look.

"Dude. You and Allison can't happen remember?" Stiles reminded the hard headed beta. Scott rolled his eyes as if Stiles was being the idiot.

"I do, but-"

"No. No buts. You and Allison are a no no." Stiles said cutting off Scott.

"You know. Sometimes I wonder if your my best friend or my mom." Scott stated.

"I'm both." Stiles joked before breaking into a yawn. Scott rolled his eyes before becoming absorbed in something in front of him.

"I was, thinking and-"

"Uh-huh that's nice. Look at Allison. Doesn't she seem, beautiful?" Scott said, cutting Stiles off. Stiles stood there, watching Scott continue to walk away.

"What the fuh?" Stiles asked himself, arms out on either side of him, his mouth half open as he watched his supposedly best friend make googly eyes at Allison. "I need a new best friend." Stiles said to himself before continuing down the hall.

"Hey Stiles." Issac greeted sitting down next to Stiles at a lab.

"Hey..." Stiles said slowly, eying Issac suspiciously. Issac stared back giving him a sly grin.

"Ok.. What do you want from me?" Stiles asked, casually scooting away as Issac continued to smile at him, effectively creeping him out.

"Actually it's more like. What does Derek want from you." Issac said as he turned his focus to Mr. Harris.

"What for?" Stiles whispered, over come by curiosity.

"We can't talk about it here." Issac stated before slipping Stiles a note. Just then Scott turned to look at Stiles. Catching his eyes for a second before turning the other way, Stiles opened the note, seeing there was a place and time scribbled on it.

"What?" Stiles asked, looking at the knowing look Issac gave him.

"You and your boyfriend having a fight?" Issac teased. Stiles narrowed his eyes at the beta, with the sudden urge to punch him.

"No, why would you think that?"

"Well you guys aren't sitting together for starters and there's the awkward glances he gives you that you ignore. But apparently I'm wrong...?" Issac trailed, faintly making it sound like a question. Stiles shook his head, fighting the sudden need to get what he's been feeling off his chest, even if it was to the likes of Issac.

"If there was a problem I wouldn't talk to you about it." Stiles said pointedly. "Or any of your pack for that matter." He added, noticing the way Issac subtly glanced in Erica's direction, who was doing a poor job of acting like she was solely focused on the assignment and not on their conversation. Issac simply shrugged before falsely paying attention to the teacher, ending the conversation.

"What did you guys talk about?" Scott asked running up to Stiles, who was trying but failing to avoid the werewolf.

"You heard the whole conversation I'm sure. No need to waste my breath." Stiles said tiredly, yawning loudly as they walked to the parking lot.

"Promise me you'll take me with you." Scott said looking into Stiles eyes as they stopped in front of his Jeep. Stiles nodded, reaching for the door but being stopped by a hand.

"Stiles. I need you to say it." Scott persisted, eyebrows furrowed in determination as he continued to stare deeply into Stiles eyes.

"I promise." Stiles said, and it was the truth. There was no way Stiles was gonna go alone to a shady meeting with werewolves and not have some sort of protection. That is until it came time to go. Stiles sat there in his jeep, parked outside an abandoned building, rethinking his decision on leaving Scott out of the equation. A knock at his window brought Stiles' heart racing as he fumbled to get his pepper spray.

"Chill spaz attack, it's just me." A voice said through the glass. Stiles looked over, still cautiously holding the pepper spray.

"It's me. Issac." Stiles took a moment to readjust his eyes to the dark, his heart calming down when he saw that it really was Issac. Getting out of the Jeep, Stiles looked at Issac expectantly.

"What?" Issac asked, with a dopy expression. Stiles looked at him like he was an idiot.

"Just can't get over your complexion, especially in the middle of the night. What do you think?" Stiles said sarcastically, waving his arms on either side of him. Issac simply rolled his eyes before turning around and heading to the abandon building.

"You coming?" Issac asked, noticing that Stiles wasn't following him. Stiles hesitantly followed the beta inside. Not to his surprise, the inside looked worse than the outside. Almost every wall Stiles looked at had some kind of stain or hole in it and broken wood and dust covered the floor. The only upside to the whole experience was that it was brightly lit.

"Where's Scott?" Issac asked as he stopped in the middle of the room.

"I didn't invite him." Stiles replied quietly, standing next to him. Stiles could feel Issac's eyes on him. Just then Derek came in, arms crossed as he fixed Issac with a glare. Issac responded by inching away from Stiles, visibly disliking his action as he did so.

"What am I here for?" Stiles asked, ignoring the strange silent communication the alpha and beta were sharing.

"Stiles. Don't you think it's time you unleashed your full potential." Derek began, staring at Stiles with a strange expression. Stiles fought back the urge to point out how corny Derek was being by saying such a cliché line, nodding his head yes.

"Listen if this is some kind of way to get me to do research for you, then just ask. Cause this is just creepy." Stiles said waving at the room.

"No, this about something bigger, Stiles. The bite. I could give it to you." Derek said walking towards Stiles. Stiles felt his eye twitch as a feeling bubbled in his chest.

"It's a gift Stiles. Your life wou-"

"You made me waste twenty dollars worth of gas to come all the way up here, for this? A 'irresistible' offer to be like you?"Stiles said, cutting off Derek. Anger and annoyance filled Stiles as he and Derek glared at each other.

"What is with you werewolves always wanting to give someone the bite?" Stiles complained still giving Derek a stare down. Derek growled lowly, not bothering to hold back the red that filled his eyes.

"Just take a moment to think about." Derek grounded out.

"I have. I've thought about it and the world needs Stiles: the spaz. Not Stiles: the man-eating rabid werewolf. Besides I already told your uncle no, so that's an automatic no for you too." Stiles said, finally breaking eye contact.

"He what?" Derek growled out. Stiles quickly raised his hands as if to surrender.

"But that was like, when he didn't get his throat ripped open." Stiles clarified. Derek visibly calmed down but was still a little tense as he glanced at Issac who was standing there with a look of discomfort on his face.

"Okay well that was a waste of my time." Stiles breathed before turning around to leave.

"Wait!" Issac blurted out. Stiles turned round to look at the teen, seeing the regret Issac had for saying that.

"Uh...we're not done." Issac added, seeming less sure of himself, and awfully nervous.

"Ok... what else could we possibly talk about?" Stiles asked with a sigh. Derek's face turned to stone as he looked from Issac to Stiles.

"Stiles. Honestly I don't know how to let this on you easily. But, it turns out that your Issac's mate." Derek breathed, watching Stiles reaction. Stiles just stared at them both, mouth half open as he processed all of it.

"Sometimes I worry about the future of your social life, because this? Was far from funny." Stiles said, laughing hysterically when Derek gave him the 'I'm serious and you better get with the program fast.' look. "Please tell me this is a joke gone bad." Stiles begged, looking at Issac with wide eyes. Issac simply shook his head, visibly having some sort of conflict with himself.

"If it helps, I didn't even know you were my mate till two days ago. Derek had to tell me" Issac said, with a hopeful tone.

"Wait, what makes you so sure?" Stiles asked Derek, the gears in his head working overtime.

"Because, he has this want and need to mark you. He feels stressed out unless your there for him, and your his anchor." Derek breathed, starting to get annoyed.

"Anchor?"

"Like, the sound of your voice, or your heartbeat, even your scent controls the wolf in me." Issac said, staring intently at Stiles. Stiles wanted to say something but he was cut short by the fatigue that washed over him.

"Look, well talk about this tomorrow. I got to get home before my dad does." Derek nodded, already walking away, but Issac stood there conflicted as ever. Stiles ignored the look the beta gave him, walking outside into the cool air. Stiles was already at his Jeep when Issac yelled for him. Stiles watched as Issac ran up to him. Stiles heart was beating fast, panic filling him as he remembered the conversation they had. The whole mate thing was something he was gonna have to get used to, Stiles thought as arms suddenly wrapped around him.

Stiles just stood there awkwardly patting the beta's back as they stayed like that for what seemed like hours.

"you know. The norm for a hug is to let go after five seconds dude. We are well beyond that time limit." Stiles pointed out when Issac started to purr at the back rub Stiles was unconsciously giving him.

"Sorry. Just wanted to hug you." Issac said, a little flustered.

"Nah, it's fine. I'll talk to you tomorrow?" Stiles reassured with a smile, that had Issac smiling too, as the young beta nodded his head in agreement.

With a wave goodbye Sties got in his Jeep, driving away. Five minuets into the drive and Stiles was finally freaking out.

"I can't tell Scott. Hell, I can't tell anybody about this." Stiles said to himself, though strangely there was a part of him that couldn't help but feel happy.

"I'm Issac's mate." Stiles breathed not bothering to fight the smile off his lips.