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Something was wrong.

Scott couldn't put his finger on it, but something was different, off, about the class. It seemed like something was missing. He frowned as he turned the page of his geography book, trying and failing to follow along with the rest of the class.

It wasn't until he heard a phone buzz that it hit him.

There was no constant hum of Stiles and Isaac bickering from either side of him. It was quiet. Too quiet for his liking.

He looked over to Stiles, who was sat sideways in his chair, book open in his lap, leaning against the wall. Stiles' eyes were tired, face pale and head resting against the wall.

Scott turned again to look at Isaac, who was curled around his book, head resting on his arm. From what he could see, Isaac was just as pale and tired as Stiles was.

Scott sniffed quietly, tracking both of his friend's scents before wincing at the stink of sickness from both of them.

'They probably caught it from each other.' Scott thought.

The Sheriff had been out of town for the past week on a court case, and by the looks of it he wouldn't be home any time soon. Stiles had been staying with Scott and Isaac. Stiles had been staying with Scott and Isaac. Stiles told them it was for the company but Scott had a feeling that he had just lost his keys instead.

Scott was dragged away from his thoughts by Isaac shifting uncomfortably in his seat, wrapping an arms around his stomach and swallowing harshly. Scott could have sworn that he heard his stomach gurgle.

"Mr. Stilinski. Next paragraph."

Stiles' eyes shot open and Scott could have sworn that he was going to get sick there and then. But thankfully he pulled himself back cleared his throat.

"Iceland is a volcanic island that sits on the Mid-Atlantic Ridge..."

Stiles' voice was rough and hoarse. He was constantly interrupting himself with a swallow or a deep breath. When Stiles finished, his eyes slid shut and he rested his head against the wall, an arm snaking around his abdomen.

Scott was just about to ask him if was okay when Isaac's heart rate sped up and his stomach gurgled warningly.

"Isaac," Scott said under his breath, knowing that Isaac would hear him. "Do you need to leave?" Scott watched as Isaac froze, trying to keep the contents of his stomach inside of him long enough to reply. Isaac gave up on trying to speak while his stomach flipped and he gave a small nod.

Scott stood up quickly, chair scraping against the linoleum catching the attention of the class, including Stiles, whose eyes opened tiredly to look at his best friend.

"Mr McCall?" their teacher asked.

"Mr Matthews, I have to take Isaac to the nurse," Scott paused, "And Stiles too."

Stiles looked up at him through his sweaty fringe.

"What? No, I'm fine." Stiles said unconvincingly. Scott rolled his eyes.

"Oh yeah? What did we have for dinner last night?" Scott smirked, watching him turn green at the thoughts of the Chinese food he had devoured.

"Yeah, okay, let's go to the nurse," he said, swallowing thickly.

Scott put his arms around Isaac's shoulders and gently but firmly hauled him upwards, not wanting to jar his stomach. Stiles followed slowly as Scott led Isaac from the classroom.

Once in the hallway, Isaac's hand slid up to cover his mouth, eyes squeezing shut. "Isaac? Isaac, do you need to go to the bathroom? Or can you make it to the nurse's office? Isaac jerked forward as his stomach cramped painfully. "Isaac, talk to me, man, bathroom or nurse?"

"Bathroom," Isaac mumbled, voice muffled behind his hand. Scott winced at the amount of heat radiating from him as he placed his hands on his shoulders and directed him towards the bathroom.

Once through the bathroom door, Isaac stopped as vomit spilled from between his fingers, splashing onto the tiled floor. Isaac moaned as his stomach cramped in warning Scott quickly pushed him into a stall before he was sick again.

Scott was almost afraid to turn around and face Stiles, knowing what vomit did to him on a good day. Stiles was leaning against a sink, staring at his own reflection, breathing shallowly. Scott knew he was trying not to listen to the retches of the boy in the stall.

"Do you want me to take you to the nurse now? Or can you wait for Isaac?" Scott asked quietly, knowing that Stiles wouldn't make it to the nurse's office.

"I can wait..." Stiles said, wincing as Isaac continued to be sick behind them. "I'm fi-" he cut himself off with a gag. Both boys froze, knowing what was to come but each praying it wouldn't.

"Don't fight it," Scott said quietly, "Just get it over with and we can take you both home."

Stiles stood, frozen in the quiet room until Isaac retched again and Stiles bolted for the stall next to him. Scott sighed as he locked the door and pulled out his phone to call his mom.

Scott looked into the rear view mirror at his two best friends sleeping against the windows. Melissa rolled the windows down as the smell of vomit began to stink up the car. She really should have made Isaac take off that hoodie before he got into the car.

When Melissa pulled into their driveway, Isaac quickly scrambled from the backseat to the front door. Scott watched as the light in the bathroom was switched on moments later.

"I'll get him," Melissa said, switching off the engine. "You get Stiles."

Scott turned around and saw that Stiles was still asleep, head resting against the window of the car, looking as if he hadn't slept in weeks. Scott frowned. With Stiles you could never be sure.

Scott opened the opposite door to the sleeping boy and quickly but gently lifted him from the car. Thank god for werewolf strength. Scott carried his best friend inside and gently lay him on one of the large sofas in the living room. He smiled softly when Stiles' eyes fluttered open.

"Scott?" he mumbled, his eyes quickly sliding shut one more as he moved to find a comfortable position.

"Yeah, buddy?" Scott called softly, dragging the large blanket from the back of the couch down to tuck around him.

"Scott... I don't feel too good." Stiles mumbled into the couch cushions.

Scott smirked. "I know buddy, try and get some sleep."


Having two sick teenage boys in your living room was not fun, Scott had decided. They both felt the need to do everything at the same time. When Stiles woke up, Isaac woke up, when Isaac was sick, Stiles was sick. This continued for two days. The only peace Scott got was when they were both asleep, however, that was when he had to do homework or cook or clean. So, long story short, Scott was exhausted.

When Isaac came back from the bathroom for only the second time that day, Scott felt like both boys could do with some nourishment that wasn't endless bottles of water and dry toast. He quickly put some soup on the cooker and made his way into the living room.

"Guys, get up and get dressed, dinner is in 15 minutes," Scott called, pulling the curtains open. He was immediately greeted by two loud groans.

"Come on, guys, you need something in your stomachs, even if you are just going to throw it up again." Scott finished his sentence by pulling the blankets off of both pyjama-clad boys.

"No, Scott," Stiles whined. "We don't feel good," he mumbled, curling in on himself.

Isaac shivered as Scott opened the window, trying to lose the smell of vomit from the room.

"I know you guys feel like hell, but you're not going to get better sitting in here, wearing the same stinking pyjamas and wallowing in your own self pity." Scott said standing between both boys.

"It's not self pity," Stiles mumbled. "I'm pitying Isaac and he's pitying me."

Scott sighed. "Is that right, Isaac?"

Isaac nodded through chattering teeth.

"I see." Scott smirked. "If you two aren't up, dressed and in the kitchen in 15 minutes or less, I'm getting the water bucket!

Stiles scoffed. "You wouldn't."

Scott raised an eyebrow.


Both Isaac and Stiles sat at the kitchen table in fresh clothes, pulling their wet hair from their eyes as Scott ladled soup into three bowls.

"Now isn't this nice?" Scott grinned, laughing as the shivering teenagers glared at him