Hi Guys! I've decided to come back to writing and try again. My last story, which no one probably remembers since it was like 2 years ago, failed, so I'm trying again with Teen Wolf! I'll probably be writing a lot of Teen Wolf! I don't have a beta reader so sorry for any mistakes! I would really like one though :) I accept constructive criticism! I would love to get better :). I hope you guys like this, please review!

Chapter 1, "Panic Attacks"

"What do you mean Scott went with Deucalion?" Isaac couldn't believe what Stiles had just told them, he had tears streaming down his face and was talking so fast Isaac had to ask him to repeat it slower.

Isaac's heart began to beat harder, he felt as though a train had just hit him. Scott, his friend, the one who had taken him in, the one person he fully trusted, had left and went off with the leader of the alpha pack! He was furious, betrayed, and hurt. How could Scott do this to them?

"I mean that Scott is gone! Helping the alpha dicks look for Jennifer! What don't you get Isaac?!" Isaac flinched a little by his tone and Stiles eyes immediately softened, "Look I'm sorry, I..I..I just don't know what to do, I'm losing all hope. We always have a plan B and this time we don't and I can't take it" Stiles stormed upstairs, probably off to Derek's room, a couple seconds later, Isaac heard sobbing from upstairs, even if he didn't have werewolf hearing he could still be able to hear it.

"He has to have a plan, he always does" Isaac was sure he did, this is how Scott works, hes good at having plans. Derek turned around from the window where we was brooding looked at Isaac with sad eyes, and walked up the stairs, probably to comfort the sobbing boy in his room.

It was just Isaac now, with Derek and Stiles upstairs talking, Peter out being weird and Peter like, and Cora in unconscious. He didn't know what to do with himself, he didn't live at the loft anymore, he lived with Scott, and Scott being with the alphas, he didn't know whether to go to Scott's, or just crash on the couch at the loft.

Deciding it would be better to crash here, so he could be here in case of an emergency, and the sheer fact that Scott's house is empty, he laid down on the couch Derek had recently bought, and tried to get some sleep, hoping that tonight's events stay far away from his dreams.

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"Scott, Scott! Wait up! Don't leave! We will make up a plan!" Isaac begged Scott with tears rushing down his face. Scott was standing behind Deucalion facing away from Isaac, he slowly turned around, not looking at the poor boy who was pleading for him to stay. He slowly looked up with sad eyes, "Isaac, you need to leave, get out of here, I'm sorry but I have to get my mom and Stiles father, I need to help Deucalion" His voice cracked and Isaac felt sick, He couldn't believe what was happening, Scott was leaving, for God knows how long. Scott turned back around and Deucalion and him walked off, leaving a crying Isaac repeating Scott's name over and over, without another look.

Isaac awoke in a cold sweat, his breathing was ragged and uneven and he was crying. He repeated what he had just dreamed in his head, letting it all soak in, it felt real, like he was actually there with Deucalion and Scott, watching them both walk off, watching his best friend leave without another glance.

Isaac sat there, his head in his hands and finally allowed himself to fully break, he started to cry harder, with broken sobs escaping his lips, He knew Derek and if Peter was home, Peter, could hear him clearly, but he didn't care.

His chest started tightening, and he started breathing heavier, it got harder and harder. He knew what was happening, he was going into a panic attack. He got them all the time when his dad was alive, the last time he had one was when he thought Scott was dead at the rest stop on the whole Motel California ordeal.

Isaac tried to calm himself down, but he couldn't, he couldn't breathe. He started gasping, a couple seconds later to strong hands were on his shoulders, "Isaac, Isaac calm down" Derek's voice sounded panicked, Isaac looked at him, his vision blurry from the tears, but he could tell Derek was confused. Stiles was standing behind him, wide eyes, but he looked like he understood what was going down.

"Derek let me handle this, hes having a panic attack, I know how to handle these" Derek moved and Stiles took his place, Isaac wasn't gasping anymore, but he wasn't breathing at all. He was holding his breath, he forgot how to exhale.

"Isaac you need to breathe okay? Just breathe Isaac. I need you to follow my lead. In and out come on do it with me." Isaac tried he did, he tried to remember how to exhale, it took him a couple tries but he finally managed to get it, he slowly breathed in and out, Stiles was stroking his head, which surprisingly helped him calm down, he wasn't shaking anymore. Which was good.

"Good job Isaac, I know it's hard, It's hard for me to, but remember, you have to just breathe" Stiles' voice was calming and soft, as though he was talking to a kindergartner. Isaac was breathing normally now, and he just nodded his head, he wasn't sure how to respond to all of this.

"Thank you" His voice was quiet and broken, but Stiles still heard him. "Do you want to talk about what happened to cause this?" He sat down next to him and Isaac debated on explaining it. "I had a dream about what happened and I woke up and started crying and then sent myself into a panic attack" Isaac had an edge to his voice, he wasn't mad he was embarrassed, they had to see all of this, that he wasn't strong enough.

"I get it, that happens to me a lot. Hell, it would of happened tonight if I wouldn't of had Derek." Stiles genuinely smiled and Derek looked like he was blushing, Isaac made a mental note to question Derek later.

"It's 3:15 am, we have plenty of time to sleep, how about we all go back to bed" Derek was tired and he just wanted to go back to sleep, of course he cared about Isaac and what had happened but he still needed rest.

"Yeah, okay" Isaac agreed, Stiles asked if he would be okay and he nodded his head saying thank you one last time. Derek and Stiles headed back upstairs, and Isaac laid back down, closing his eyes and praying that he slept through the night this time.