| HALF ONE, Double Dinner Date |

"Scott?" Isaac called out as he entered their apartment.

"Hey!" Scott replied, his voice sounding from the kitchen. Isaac took a deep whiff of the air and smiled: Scott was cooking…and something good (a rarity for Scott as a matter of fact—the good part).

"Whatcha' makin'?" Isaac asked as he walked in and found Scott in his work button-up shirt. "Why aren't you wearing any pants?" he asked as he came up behind Scott, noting the man before him was wearing dark boxer-briefs and socks, but no pants.

"A recipe my mom gave me. She said it was one of your favorites at the house." Scott turned his head a little to allow Isaac to peck him on the cheek, never taking his eyes off of the large pan before him.

"Are we having company? That's a lot of food."

"Danny's coming over."

"Danny…Māhealani?"

"Yeah, he's in town visiting his folks so he thought he'd say hello. I offered to make dinner tonight."

"Did you?" Isaac said a little unenthusiastically, walking over to the four-person kitchen table to drop his coat and bag on one of the chairs.

"You didn't check your phone did you?" Scott asked, picking up on the drop in tone immediately, not to mention his own heightened senses picking up on the looming gloomy emotion.

"Forgot it at Starbucks this morning. They're holding it 'til tomorrow." Isaac sighed. "You called to ask me about it, didn't you?" Scott turned and grinned at him confirmingly. "My fault then," Isaac admitted with another sigh.

"Rough day?" Isaac nodded. "Wanna' tell me about it?"

Isaac shrugged at first. But when Scott looked over at him again, expectantly, Isaac began his tale. "They're letting Kathy go. Well, they're cutting five of my co-workers; Kathy just happens to be one of them."

Scott placed the wooden spoon on the side of the pan and walked up to Isaac's leaning form before wrapping his arms around his neck. Scott leaned in and kissed the man's lips lightly before pulling back and looking deep into those blue circles. "I'm sorry. I know she's been your friend for what…eight years?"

"She was the one that welcomed me there."

Scott nodded before saying, "Shit," and running back over to the pan, smelling a subtle change in the sauce (one that an ordinary human wouldn't have picked up on). "Keep talking."

"No, it's just…it sucks. She's been there for almost 25 years."

"Maybe she'll bounce back?" Scott offered, though sounding a little unsure himself.

"We'll see." Isaac looked Scott up and down, his eyes raking a little slower over Scott's hairy legs and his pert ass. He smirked a little, shook his head and picked up his things. "I'm gonna' go get comfortable. Come get me when they get here; I might be asleep."

"Will do." Scott turned his head again and shot Isaac a smile.

"And Scott."

"Hmm?"

"Make sure you put on pants before they get here."

Scott grinned devilishly and shook his ass a little, causing Isaac to roll his eyes as he sauntered off back into their window-less bedroom. He closed the door behind him and changed in the dark, stripping himself of his blue-tinted dress shirt and black slacks and falling onto the bed. He looked up at the dark ceiling, illuminated only by the small night-light in the bathroom, his eyes slowly and relaxedly closing.

| 3-D |

Tap, tap, tap.

"Isaac," he heard a voice say. It was familiar, but it wasn't Scott's. "Isaac, wake up."

"I, uh, I'll be out in a minute," the blonde replied, slowly lifting himself and rubbing his eyes, trying to force the sleepiness out of his system. He looked around, forcing his eyes to yellow to serve as a flashlight for his bearings. He stood and dug out a comfortable shirt and some longer pants that were suitable for the dinner occasion. Garbing himself quickly, Isaac opened the door to see a familiar, yet certainly changed face before him. "Danny?"

The brunette smiled at him, leaning against the wall perpendicular to the bedroom door. "Good to see you, Isaac," Danny said, putting out his hand to shake it. Isaac made a face and stepped forward, embracing his long-seen friend.

"How are you?" Isaac said after pulling back. "It's been a while."

"I'm well," he said, the pair walking back into the kitchen to see the table set and dinner about ready. Scott was, thankfully, clad in his pants again. Sitting at the table, however, was a man Isaac did not recognize in the slightest.

"Isaac, this is David," Danny introduced as the man rose to his feet. He was a taller man than even Isaac and he had dark hair that seemed to suit him well.

"Nice to meet you," David replied, speaking with a hint of a Spanish accent, though very subtle.

"You as well," Isaac said shaking his hand.

"Everything's ready," Scott announced from beside the stove. "We're gonna' do this buffet style so just grab your plates and let's get goin;' I'm starving." Danny smirked and grabbed his plate, David following him. Isaac picked up bot his plate and Scott's and handed it to him after pecking him on the cheek.

"Thank you for dinner," Isaac whispered tenderly into Scott's ear.

"Thank me after you've tasted everything," Scott retorted just as silently. Isaac nodded and followed David in placing different parts of the meal onto his plate. As soon as he saw the entrée before him, he smiled, looking back at Scott as he definitely recalled this as being one of his favorites mom made for him.

Soon, they were all seated around the smaller circular wooden table, barren of any tablecloth. "So, Danny," Scott began, "how's Madrid?"

"Amazing," Danny answered after at least shuffling his food to one side of his mouth. "It's, um, full of surprises." Danny looked at David and they exchanged a loving look.

"How long have you been together?" Isaac asked, directing it at David to try and make the more-or-less stranger feel welcomed. David looked from Isaac to Danny to Isaac again, a little nervous about answering the question given what he's heard about Americans and rampant homophobia (despite the bettering culture—though the 2017 evangelical backlash certainly didn't help things). "Oh, don't worry," Isaac confirmed, sensing the nervousness from David. "Scott and I have been together since high school."

"Oh, good," he replied, his body language clearly indicating ease settling over him.

"You didn't mention that on the way here?" Scott asked Danny, a little shocked. The former goalie only shrugged and Scott grinned, shaking his head before stuffing his face a little more. "So what do you do, David?"

"I'm a translator at the American Consulate in Barcelona. I work with many of the offices, including the Consul General."

"Wow," Isaac replied. "So…how did you two meet then? 'Cuz, Danny, you work at the embassy right?"

Danny nodded and shuffled his food again. "David was sent to Madrid for a weekend and I was part of the team David was working with. So somehow, I dunno,' we just kinda' hit it off."

Isaac and Scott nodded almost simultaneously and the conversation quieted only for a moment. "So, you two met in grade school?" David asked.

Scott nodded. "Yeah we, uh, well how much have you told him, Danny?"

"Obviously not a lot, Scott," Danny said, his face cautious and telling Scott to just move on from that specific set of details.

"Well, Isaac was a bit of a troublemaker in high school," Scott pushed forward and Isaac choked a little, stunned that this was the version he was going with. "And we, uh, we eventually became friends after working out our differences. Some unfortunate things happened and Isaac moved in with my mom and me. And I think that's when we kinda' fell for each other." David smiled back at him, finding that to be satisfactory and when he didn't push for anymore Scott sighed internally about not having to lie by any more omission.

"So what are you guys doing these days?" Danny asked, finding a perfect time to push ahead to more normal things. "Scott, you're not still working at the clinic are you?"

Scott nodded and Danny's eyes didn't blink for an extra second. "I actually took it over."

"Really?" Danny said, a third surprised, a third amused, and a third impressed.

"Yeah. I went to school. Studied. And when Deaton—my boss—decided to retire, he handed the business over to me."

"Wow…you really are an animal lover then," Danny said, admiring Scott even more.

Scott only shrugged. "It's nothing compared to what you guys are doing. International stuff and all. Or Isaac."

Danny and David turned to Isaac expectantly. The blonde swallowed a larger mouthful and took a sip of his water before answering. "I'm a teacher."

Danny's eyes bulged this time. "You're joking?" Isaac shook his head and smirked, taking another sip before loading his fork again. "At Beacon Hills?"

Isaac shook his head. "San Ramon Valley."

Danny thought for a moment and then smiled. "Seems fitting, given the mascot," he said, exchanging a knowing inside-look with the couple.

"Well there's that," Isaac replied. "Yeah I teach AP Psychology."

"What is AP?" David asked.

"'Advanced Placement,'" Isaac answered. "Basically means students can use the credits from the class in university so they don't have to take a corresponding course."

"So they are harder?"

Isaac nodded. "The school gives me a little leeway, though, since I have a Masters in Psychology and my turn-out rate is high."

"You're right, Scott," Danny began, grinning at the cook, "it is nothing compared to Isaac."

They all laughed and the conversation continued on. Even after they were finished eating—which Scott actually received kudos for. After placing their dishes in the sink, they moved to the living/family room and Scott dug around in one of the cabinets.

"What are you looking for?" Isaac asked from the couch.

"My dad gave me something," Scott began, "that I think is fitting for tonight. Ah, there it is." Scott retrieved as bottle of unopened Don Eduardo Anejo or blanco Tequila. "My dad passed away a couple years ago," Scott continued, sitting down next to Isaac and placing the bottle and four shot glasses on the coffee table, "but he left me this as part of his will. My dad was an FBI Agent," Scott explained for David's sake, "and he was part of a group that had dealings with the Mexican drug cartels. So when he was down there he managed to buy one of these. Have you ever had true Mexican tequila, David?" The Spaniard shook his head and smiled as he watched Scott pour. "We'll only do a couple of these…I don't wanna' tire you out too much while you're here," Scott teased, winking at Danny. They raised the glasses, toasted, and shot. And after four Scott finally resisted in pouring fifths and closed it up.

"Do you keep in touch with Jackson?" Danny asked, slouching back easily into the plush cushions. David closed his eyes and leaned his head against Danny's shoulder, letting the stronger liquor course through him.

"Kinda' have to since he and Stiles are together," Scott answered, he, too, sitting back against the couch. Isaac was out cold against the arm rest of the corner-sofa.

"He's with Stiles? Where have I been?"

"In Spain," Scott answered, grinning stupidly at his not-so-joke. "Yeah, he, uh, he and Jackson hooked up when Stiles was studying abroad. They've been on an off but this time it looks like it's gonna' stick. Haha…stick."

"Damn," Danny said. "That's…wow…"

"I was a little stunned when he told me. But I think he was just as stunned when I told him about Isaac and me. Or…when he found us together, I mean." Scott smiled stupidly again, recalling that time in the back of Stiles' jeep (a jeep contains sound better than a camping tent).

"Do you still keep in touch with Allison?" Danny asked, clearly feeling out of touch with all things Beacon Hills.

Scott shook his head rather awkwardly. "Nah we, uh, we had a bit of a falling out. A couple years ago. Just more of the same shit, ya' know?"

"Yeah. I remember the fight in the locker room. After she found out about you and Isaac. Was it worse than that one?"

Scott nodded. "Much worse."

The conversation didn't carry on much longer after that. The long days for all four of them (work for the host-couple, the jet-lag for the guest-couple) certainly wore them out and the tequila was just that extra little push to put them all out. So after it was confirmed that David had fallen asleep, too, Scott forced himself up and called them a cab and offered that they could pick up their rental in the morning (or afternoon). So Danny agreed and in a relatively short time, Danny and David were gone and Scott was urging Isaac to come to bed with him. Only after Scott gave up did Isaac force himself up and he zombie-walked himself back into the bedroom, falling face first on his pillow and snuggling up against Scott's welcoming form.