Stiles is cold, and wet, and currently leaning against a huge tree trunk, shaking uncontrollably. He woke up in the forest a while ago and has been wandering aimlessly through the trees since, with absolutely no idea where he is or how he got there. His memory is fuzzy, but the last thing he remembers is taking Scott home after school, then driving home and hitting something on the way. When he got out of the car, he was confused that there was nothing behind the jeep, and after that everything went black. Now he's stranded, who knows where, and has no idea if anyone knows he's missing. He starts to panic, before remembering that his dad always calls him if he's working late and if Stiles doesn't pick up he always calls Scott to check up on him. For one of the first times in his life, Stiles is really glad that his dad is almost an over-protective parent. From what Stiles can tell, it's late at night as the forest is almost pitch black, the only light coming from the sliver of moon above his head. By this time his father must have realised that Stiles was missing. Stiles just hoped that he found him soon because at this rate, he was going to freeze to death.

After freaking out a little, Stiles comes back into full consciousness and his head is pounding, most of the pain coming from the back of his skull. He tentatively touches the back of his head and when he looks at his hand, it is covered in blood. His hair is matted and the blood has made its way down his neck and is beginning to soak into the back of his ripped t-shirt. He can also feel a throbbing in his leg, and looks down to find a huge gash running from his knee to mid-thigh. His jeans are ripped and, soaked in blood. Stiles can also feel at least ten other places where he must have run into branches or fallen on sharp objects. His feet are bare and covered in scratches, and his hands have cuts and scrapes from stumbling through the woods. He can't seem to concentrate on any one injury, and the pain is almost overwhelming, but the adrenaline pumping through his veins makes him keep moving. Holding himself up with trees and crawling at some points, he tries to travel in one direction, hoping that he might reach the edge of the trees somewhere or get to a river or some form of civilisation.

While traipsing through the woods, Stiles' blood loss begins to set in and he feels light headed. To add to his situation, it began raining just after he woke up, meaning that along with branches and trees to avoid, there were now puddles and the ground was muddy and slippery. His clothes are drenched and the rain stings as is creeps into his wounds. His feeble attempt at going anywhere becomes more helpless and he stumbles, falling to the ground at least ten times before giving up and staying on the sodden forest floor, his back against a tree. He can barely keep his eyes open at this point and snippets of the afternoon and night are coming back to him gradually. He can now remember the distinct sound of footsteps before he blacked out, and the pain of someone hitting him with what must have been a piece of wood judging by the wound on the back of his head. He could also recall being on a cold concrete floor at some point.

Only half awake, Stiles decides to call for help. Hoping that maybe one of the werewolves are in earshot. After yelling 'Help' until his throat hurts he gives up and almost falls asleep, before remembering that he might have a concussion, and sleep probably isn't the best idea. He sits leaning against the tree, his leg aching and his head feeling like it's about to explode. His hands and feet are raw and a mixture of rain and blood is dripping in his eyes. Clothes ripped and dirty, wounds stinging and bleeding, he is almost ready to give up hope when he hears branches breaking to his left. He quickly looks in the direction of the noise, making his head hurt, and sees Isaac standing ten metres from him through barely open eyes. Although Isaac looks extremely cute in the rain, from the look of distress and horror on his face, Stiles guesses that he doesn't. (This time anyway.) Isaac is soaking wet, his white t-shirt clinging to his toned abs and his hands covering his mouth in shock. He stares at Stiles a moment longer before rushing over to his side, touching his arm carefully and saying "Oh god" about a twenty times while looking at the state of Stiles. He touches every one of Stiles' limbs, making sure nothing is broken, and each time he sees another serious injury he winces, small agonised sounds escaping his throat. "Stiles, Stiles what happened." He asks gently, his face set in a mask of worry. Stiles isn't sure if it is tears or just rain running down his face, but his pained expression is something he can't stand. All he wants to do is tell Isaac that everything will be okay but his voice is almost gone and all he manages to say is "Isaac." Isaac looks extremely upset, his mouth turned downwards in a way that if Stiles wasn't in such a bad condition, he would have thought was sad yet strangely adorable, Stiles is also trying to appreciate how close Isaac's face is to his own and how easy it would be to kiss him right now. Isaac must see the desire in his eyes because the worry fades a little from his face as he too realises how little space there is between the two of them. The moment of connection ends however, when blood starts running down Stiles forehead, and Isaac's eyebrows rise again in worry. After looking over Stiles once more, Isaac lifts him off the ground, cradling him to his chest, and begins carrying him. In which direction Stiles has no clue, but he soon falls asleep in Isaac's arms.

When he wakes up, he is warm and dry and doesn't need a werewolf nose to smell that he is in a hospital. There is light flooding through the cracks in the curtains and Isaac is sitting in the chair across from him. Mrs McCall is putting a bandage over the cut on his leg. "Hey." Isaac says, looking relieved when Stiles opens his eyes, and jumping out of the chair. Their relationship was one of confusion, lust, and forbidden fruit. They'd been 'studying' together for weeks now and they hadn't quite managed to get much school work done. The only problem was, it wasn't the lust part that was keeping them from their work, as much as they wanted to, their time was mainly taken up by deep conversations and staring into each other's eyes. As crazy as that might sound for two teenage guys, it was the truth, and although what they really wanted to do most of the time was tear each other's clothes off, their feelings were a mix of confusion as well as desire. They had both liked girls their whole lives and when they had felt a connection between them it had taken months for either of them to even hint at what their feelings were. Now they were more confused than ever, not only about what had happened to Stiles last night, but what exactly their relationship was.

"How do you feel?"

Stiles tries to sit up, but soon remembers how bad the wound on his head is when everything begins to spin.

"Wow, wow. You need to lie down." Mrs McCall says with a smile while pushing Stiles back down onto the bed. "If you stay still and let me finish bandaging this leg then I'll leave you alone for a while."

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. The bandaging bit I mean, I'm not trying to get rid of you." Stiles says back, rushing the last part of his sentence to make it clear that he is definitely not trying to get rid of her, even though a little privacy would be nice…

"Hmm, sure you aren't." She replies sarcastically, implying that she knows they'd rather she give them some time alone. After bandaging Stiles leg she ask him if anything hurts and then leaves saying "Just call out if you need me. I'll be back in half an hour to check up on you."

When Mrs McCall has left the room, shutting the door behind her, Isaac walks over to Stiles side and grabs his hand, careful not to pull on any of the cords attached. "I was so worried about you Stiles, you scared me, I had no idea what happened to you and I couldn't do anything to fix it and I just, I feel like it was my fault." By the time Isaac stops talking he is blubbering and this time Stiles knows that it's tears running down his face. He pulls Isaac down to him and holds Isaac's head against his chest, resting his chin on top of his head and whispering into his hair "Shh, shh, Isaac I'm okay now, I'm okay. It wasn't your fault at all, you're the one who saved me. I'm fine." Stiles has tear trails down his own face by this time and Isaac is making small whimpering noises into his hospital gown. They stay in each other's arms for a while until Isaac finds his voice again and says "I just wish I could have protected you."

Isaac walks around the bed and lies down next to Stiles, making sure not to touch any of his injuries. They stay like this for a while, their arms around each other, until Isaac hears Mrs McCall outside the door and jumps up, trying to look as normal as possible.

"Hey boys." She says, oblivious to what was happening just before she entered. She doesn't wait for a response from the before saying "How are you feeling Stiles?"

"Um, okay I guess."

Mrs McCall moves across the room and checks on all the cords and wires attached to Stiles while replying, "Okay well that's good considering you had a concussion and injuries that some people wouldn't have survived. Your dad's been worried sick because he couldn't get here to see you, but he just rang and said he'd be here soon. I'll be back when he gets here." She smiles and touches Stiles' arm sympathetically then walks out of the room again.

Later that day, after Stiles is discharged from the hospital and his dad has gone back to work leaving Isaac to take care of Stiles, he has a flash back to last night. Seeing the blank, scared look on Stiles' face Isaac immediately jumps up from his chair and sits on the bed next to Stiles stroking his arm. When he asks what's wrong Stiles replies "I remember now. It was Derek. He, he was the one who took me, and… oh god, oh god no, no, no…" Stiles is shaking in fear and has tears running down his face.

Shaking Stiles gently Isaac says "Stiles, Stiles what is it? What did he do to you?"

"He, he… no, no I can't, I can't say."

"Stiles, what did Derek do to you? He can't hurt you now, I won't let him!"

"No, no, he… he… it was cold on the concrete floor Isaac, I told him to stop but he wouldn't, he wouldn't stop…" His words are broken up by sobs and Isaac's t-shirt now has tear stains down the front.

"What wouldn't he stop Stiles?"

"He, he took my clothes … Isaac I didn't want to I, I told him to stop! He wouldn't stop!"

"Did he… Stiles did he… did he do things to you that you… that you hadn't done before? Things that… things that you might only do with… with someone you loved?" Anger was creeping into Isaac's voice along with sadness, sorrow and about a million other things he probably shouldn't be feeling. He can't bring himself to say what really happened to Stiles because some part of him was still hoping that it might not be true. How could Derek rape Stiles? Yes it was a well-known fact in the packs that Derek had a major thing for Stiles and yes that was why Stiles and Isaac's relationship had been so secret, but sexual assault? Did Derek really stoop that low? Isaac couldn't believe it, this was the stuff of crime TV shows and city streets, not Beacon Hills wolf packs.

"Yes Isaac! I, I told him to stop… but he wouldn't stop…"

"Shh, shh, he can't hurt you now."

Once Stiles has calmed down and Isaac has his rage under control, Isaac climbs into bed with Stiles and spoons him, his body protecting Stiles from anything and everything that he should have already.