Isaac/Scott

Author's Note: So the plan is that none of the chapters will be connected to anything. They're just ideas that come to me. The only thing to remember is that I'll be focusing on Isaac because he's my favorite. Pairings will vary. Hope you enjoy.

Obligatory Disclaimer: I own nothing that involves Teen Wolf except my fanfiction. I do not profit in any way.

The smell of the gasoline he'd dumped on himself had lingered in his nose for the entire ride back home from the motel and only after a long and thorough shower was he able to get rid of it. He'd tried just changing clothes, but he could still smell it so after putting up with it all day he'd decided to try showering to see if that would get rid of the smell. It had been a constant reminder of how far he'd gone, how close he'd been to death, and he was glad to finally be free of that smell. He wasn't sure if he would ever be able to smell gasoline without remembering that night. As he stepped out of the shower he realized that he hadn't grabbed a shirt before heading into the bathroom and he wasn't about to wear the shirt he'd soaked with gasoline, so he pulled on his lacrosse pants and headed back to his room.

He wasn't expecting to see Isaac sitting on his bed and holding one of his shirts that hadn't been washed yet. Scott couldn't help it, he just stopped and stared because he had no idea what to make of this. He had to remind himself that he hadn't been the only one to hallucinate at that motel and Isaac hadn't been all that talkative on the trip back. Whatever it was he'd seen, it was clear that he was still feeling something from it or else he wouldn't be sitting there in Scott's room.

Thinking it would be better not to startle Isaac, he softly said, "Hey. How are you feeling?"

Isaac, as Scott had expected, jumped a little and looked up at Scott, a blush immediately taking over his cheeks, "Oh, hey. I, uh, didn't hear you come in."

Scott couldn't say he was surprised by that reaction, Isaac always tried to downplay any trouble he was having, so he went over to the bed and sat down next to Isaac, gently putting a hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry about it. But are you feeling okay? Stiles told me that I wasn't the only werewolf seeing things at the motel."

Isaac let out a shaky sigh and opened his mouth, but then he closed it without saying anything. He just shook his head and Scott realized that if he wanted answers he'd have to do most of the work. Isaac was clearly upset about something, but Scott was pretty sure that he didn't want to admit it. Then it hit him like a bolt of lightning and he felt stupid for not realizing it sooner. Isaac's dad, the abuse, the freezer. Those memories would affect Isaac more than anything else.

So he ran his hand down Isaac's back, then back up and just kept repeating the motion, hoping that it would be soothing, and carefully said, "You can sleep with me tonight, if you want."

Scott couldn't help the smile that came to his lips as Isaac blushed, looking completely flustered, "I, uh, you don't, uh, I can't-"

"Isaac, its okay, really. You came in here for a reason and, if its what I think it is, this will be good for both of us. You're still bothered about the motel, right?"

Isaac, who had looked up from the shirt he was holding to Scott's eyes, sighed again and nodded, seeming to give up on the desire to tough it out himself, "Yeah. I thought that being in here would help. Your scent is on everything and … its relaxing."

Scott's smile grew at those last few words and with his free hand he gently took the shirt Isaac was holding and tossed it across the room, "Then just stay with me tonight. I've got to be better than some shirt, right?"

That got a small smile from Isaac, "Yeah, you are."

Scott, hoping the possibility of accidentally scaring Isaac off was no more, leaned in for a kiss and was glad when Isaac responded quite enthusiastically. Apparently Isaac's memories of his dad weren't the only thing that could affect him. Scott could too, but in a much better way and that was a feeling that he would never grow tired of.

As soon as they were in bed Isaac had his arms around Scott and held him close. Scott knew this was another feeling he'd get get tired of, having Isaac's arms around him. He tried to keep everyone safe, tried to protect his friends and family as best he could, but it was nice to feel protected and safe. Isaac's arm was tight around his stomach, his back was up against Isaac's bare chest, and he could feel Isaac's nose right at the back of his neck. Isaac was asleep in seconds and Scott didn't take much longer.

And if Scott's first few steps out of bed the next morning were a little wobbly and Isaac's smile was a little smug and Isaac's scent was all over him, well, he wasn't about to complain.