This is my first attempt at a story multi-chapter story, so I'll attempt to make it worth your while. It's sort of a Derek/Isaac story because the way I see it, they sort of actually make sense as a pairing and there aren't many stories written about them, so I thought I'd give it a shot.

It's basically little snippets of how Isaac came to be a part of Derek's pack and how feelings may have developed. It's pretty much follows the general plot of the show (at least the big events).

All of the titles of chapters will be the names of songs. This one is Twenty Years by Augustana. The overall story is named after Wicked Game by Chris Isaak (but I prefer the cover by Three Days Grace).

Chapter 1: Twenty Years

"My life was a wandering; I never had a homeland. It was a matter of being constantly tossed about, without rest; nowhere and never did I find a home."

― Jan Amos Komenský

Derek had finally returned to Beacon Hills, and as for now, he was planned to stay. He had decided it was time to build a pack of his own. He didn't want to be an Omega anymore, he didn't want to have to feel like he was always looking over his shoulder. To put it simply, he was tired of constantly running. He wanted that feeling of pack that he hadn't felt for so long.

The first time he saw Isaac he had seen something in him. Derek had seen something that reminded him of when he was sixteen and still let the pain and fear show in his eyes after what happened to Paige. Of course now it was all buried under the mask of anger he had so carefully constructed. After all, the only way to make it on your own is to bury all your weaknesses and let the rage take hold. Derek had been living in survival mode for such a long time it was all he knew how to do anymore, but Isaac stirred up memories in him. And for a fleeting moment, he felt small and unsure of himself, but he quickly brushed it away. He tried to scoff at the boy's vulnerability, to mock him for what he perceived as weakness, but he couldn't quite bring himself to do it.

Derek simply chose to watch for the time being to see if he had a way in with Isaac. There was no point in asking if he wanted the bite if Isaac was only going to refuse. Derek had first seen him working at the graveyard in the middle of the night, so he decided to look for him at the school. He wasn't hard to find having such a tall frame though he walked with his head down and his shoulders hunched as if he was trying to make himself look smaller. He wore a pair of ratty jeans and a baggy black sweatshirt which hung loosely over his thin chest. Derek couldn't help but notice how afraid he looked even in broad daylight surrounded by people who should be his friends. He kept shooting nervous glancing at everyone as if he was expecting someone to pull out a gun and start shooting or something.

Derek watched him for the entire school day, and he didn't see Isaac talk to a single person. Everyone seemed to leave him alone none of his teachers even asked him to answer a question during class, so it wasn't much of surprise when he sat alone during lunch. It was like everyone had decided it was pointless to engage him because he wouldn't say anything anyway. Weird, he mused. Doesn't this kid have any friends? Does he ever speak? Derek hung around for Isaac's lacrosse practice, but didn't really pay much attention to it. He found the coach and his damn whistle utterly infuriating. He had to wonder how that maniac managed to keep his job.

Finally, Isaac was headed home, and if Derek was being honest with himself, he was really curious to see where and who Isaac lived with. He knew something must be going on. What kind of sixteen year old kid was that withdrawn from his classmates? Derek thought he looked like a nice enough guy, so he didn't see a reason why the other teens wouldn't talk to him if Isaac wanted them to. That meant that for some reason Isaac didn't want them to.

"Isaac!" a harsh voice called, snapping Derek out of his musings once again. "You're late."

"Um…" Isaac stuttered looking around nervously. His voice was soft, but somehow softer than Derek had expected, like he was the kind of guy who would take in a stray kitten and nurse it back to health. Gentle. That was the word. His voice was gentle. "Yeah, Coach made us stay late at practice today."

"What kind of pathetic excuse is that?" A man now stepped into view, and Derek could only assume it was Isaac's father. "You think I'd believe something like that?"

"No, sir," Isaac whispered so low Derek had to strain his ears to hear him. Isaac was staring at the intently at the ground like he was afraid to look his father in the eye.

"You little shit! I've had enough of this attitude of yours! Get in here, NOW!" Isaac's father yelled and suddenly, he was grabbing Isaac's arm and twisting it behind his back so far that Isaac yelped in pain. Isaac's father pushed him up the porch stairs and shoved him into the house where Derek heard him fall with a dull thud. The front door slammed leaving Derek to process what had just happened.

He didn't move a muscle; he didn't even breathe. He could still hear shouting and the sounds of a struggle coming from inside the house, and if he used his wolf hearing he could probably hear what was being said, but he didn't. He almost felt it would be an invasion of Isaac's privacy. Why he would care about his privacy when he didn't even really know Isaac was a question he couldn't answer. But the shouting and the anger and the amount of power that Isaac's father had over Isaac reminded him so much of Kate. It was almost too much. It made him sick. It made him want to scream, to destroy something, to kill her. He had been so naïve. And she had been so charming at first, but then she had been so angry and controlling and then before he knew how to get away from her, his entire family was dead, burned to death. They were dead because of him. That fact was never going to stop hurting him.

With a new burst of rage burning in his gaze to hide all the sadness and guilt, Derek turned from the house. He would go to the graveyard to wait for Isaac's shift to start. If he knew anything about what Isaac was going through, he knew that, more than anything else, Isaac just wanted to feel safe. And giving him this power would give him the protection he was seeking. He would say yes. Derek knew he would. He might be unsure at first, might not agree to it immediately, but as soon as he had to suffer through another beating at the hands of a man who was supposed to love him, he would come back to Derek. He would say yes. And for some reason Derek was reassured by the thought of Isaac being safe soon. He was comforted by the idea of Isaac being protected as he waited in the silent graveyard.

"Home is a notion that only nations of the homeless fully appreciate and only the uprooted comprehend."

― Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose

First chapter's not super interesting, but it's kind of necessary. Feel free to tell me it sucks if that's what you think. Sorry for the super long author's note in the beginning. I'll try to avoid that in the future.