First off! All of this is written out so don't worry bout me not updating it ever.
Secondly, i really liked that moment in season 4 so i expanded on it exponentially, but mostly by considering, what if this wasn't the first time he said it?br /
Thirdly, thank you again to MasterQwertster for betaing despite not having seen Teen Wolf!
1.
Once upon a time, Scott wouldn't have been astute enough to pay attention to the little things. Back before he got the bite, he and Stiles had stuck out like sore thumbs but drifted to the back of people's minds.
They hadn't been worth paying attention to, but at the same time, they tried hard enough that they stuck out to people. It was partly why Jackson had been such an insufferable dick to the pair of them.
So no, he hadn't noticed the little things, like the way Lydia Martin managed to ace every test and remain as dumb as a rock. How Jackson Whittemore had sometimes zoned out of everything, as if he was questioning his very existence.
The only person he'd been attuned to had been Stiles, his best friend, the only one that was willing to play with him.
It'd probably been because his family wasn't very well off.
Even with Rafael (he refused to call him Dad ever since he had been slapped brutally) as an FBI agent, he got jack with a heaping pile of shit when it came to money. Any that he did make went straight to liquor to drown himself in.
And then they had pitched in to try and help Claudia Stilinski pay off her hospital bills, because they weren't just gonna let the Stilinski's down.
He hadn't noticed the little and yet huge bruises on Isaac Lahey, even though it could have been, would have been, the only thing that saved him. He hadn't payed attention to the wallflower, Boyd, who took stock of everyone whilst not drawing attention to himself, it was safer that way. He hadn't really watched little Erica suffer through her seizures and depression.
So, he watches as Isaac slowly withdraws into himself, finding more excuses to stay out in the late, dark recesses of the night instead of coming home with him. He's not gonna lie, he's considering just stalking Isaac, but he thinks that that would be too much of an invasion of privacy.
There are some things that they have to deal with on their own.
Well, Isaac did see Erica dead, and forgot about that, being tortured by the Alpha pack. Scott thinks they're lucky that he's not insane right now.
And he really gets his answer half-way through the night. Scott has always been a light sleeper since The Bite, he can't sleep fully when there could be a threat to everyone sitting out there, waiting for them to let their guard down.
It's tiring but he supposes that that's the price of safety.
So, when he hears Isaac stir in the other room, groaning and the beginnings of tears thundering across the room, Scott doesn't hesitate.
He's in the room, watching Isaac twist and turn in his sheets uncomfortably. "Isaac."
It's not enough, "Isaac!"
"No! Leave me alone!" Isaac yells desperately, trying to shove Scott off.
"It's okay Isaac! You're okay!" He's yelling but it's finally enough to pull Isaac out of his hellish dream. He sits up with a silent roar, eyes glowing yellow, fangs and claws unsheathed.
"Scott?" And no, he should not sound so sad, so desperate.
"Are you okay?" It's a dumb question, but Isaac slowly shakes his head anyway.
"He… he…"
"Come on, Isaac." And Scott lofts the other teen over his shoulder.
He sets him down on the couch downstairs and flicks on the TV. He doubts there would be anything worth interest on there right now, but that's okay as he does it for the static sound.
He makes tea for them both. Stiles had relentlessly teased him when Scott made him sencha tea with honey, calling him a girl. It wasn't supposed to hurt and it hadn't, it's just that it makes him smile every time the smell hits his nose.
"Isaac." He presses the warm mug into his friend's hands. He's already called Boyd, because Boyd is from the same mould as Isaac. Sure he's dealt with the breakdowns Stiles sometimes suffers, but they're of a different cloth than Isaac.
In the quiet and in between of school they'd stayed in each other's embrace because sometimes memories can be dealt with together. And he refuses to believe that they will be irreparable.
There's a sudden light knock at the door and Isaac freezes, like a deer in the headlights of an incoming car.
"It's only Boyd." He reassures the shaking human lump.
"Scott, I came as soon as you called." He can tell from the Avengers pyjamas and the bomber jacket hastily pulled over the top.
"Isaac, see? Only Boyd." He says again, patting the lounge for Boyd to join them.
"I-I'm a monster, that's what he called me." Isaac says shaking so much that Boyd plucks the tea out of his grasp before he can drop it.
"Isaac, look at- look at me," It's said with the commandment of an alpha and Isaac's eyes turn gold once more, Scott knows that his are bleeding red, but he can't accept it right now, "You're not a monster Isaac, you're a werewolf, like me, like Boyd, like Cora, like Derek."
Slowly, Isaac's shaking recedes and he hugs Scott tightly. Boyd joins in with minimal persuasion, but after the pair turn to him, Boyd whispers, "Your eyes, Scott, they were red."
He flashes them again, but they're simple gold once more and the other pair of werewolves unintentionally relax.
They'll figure it out later when it comes to Darach's and potential sacrifices and mountain ash circles.
