Hello darlings! This story breaks off from Bruised Hearts, following Scott & Danny's relationship. While it can be read on its own, I would definitely recommend reading the other to have a full understanding. I hope you all enjoy it! :)
Disclaimers: story is entirely AU & I do not own anything from Teen Wolf
"Can I sit here?" Scott looked up, startled out of the thoughts that had been asking for his total concentration, meeting the dark brown eyes of Danny. Gesturing to the seat across the laminate table, Scott took a drink of water. He had been avoiding the other boy since the day before in the locker room, trying to figure out what the hell he was feeling.
Danny sat down, his heart pounding. Not knowing what to say to break the uncomfortable silence that had fallen over them, he began to eat the fried chicken strips.
"I shouldn't have done that," Scott said suddenly, Danny looking up to see his cheeks tinged with red. "I'm really sorry. You were in a vulnerable place and-"
"It's fine," the goalie shrugged, smiling slightly.
"Wait, what?"
"I don't mind that you did, Scott. But I would like to be your friend," Danny said, feeling a different sort of happiness blooming in his chest when Scott smiled at him than he had felt with Stiles.
"Cool," the wolf said, grinning. "So, are you ready for practice today? 'Cause I will totally kick your ass out there."
"I bet you won't be able to get one shot by me," Danny responded, eyes set in a challenge.
"You're on," Scott laughed, face quickly hardening when Allison, Jackson and Lydia sat down around the pair, chattering loudly. He shot an embarrassed and confused look towards Danny when Allison grabbed his hand, silently entwining their fingers.
"Scott?" Lydia's prim voice broke through the conversation, doe eyes scanning the cafeteria intently. "Where's Stiles?"
"What? I thought he was..." Scott trailed off, instantly sniffing to see if he could catch his best friend's scent. Nothing. He realized that he hadn't seen Stiles since the locker room the day before, and that there had been no answers to any texts or calls, which was unusual even if Stiles had been mad at him.
"I'm gonna go find him," the young wolf said, standing.
"I'll go with you," Danny said, surprising everyone when he rose from the table as well, following Scott out of the cafeteria.
"You really don't have to come, you know," Scott said softly, leading them out of the school towards the woods by the lacrosse field.
"Hey, I care about him too, remember?"
"I'm sorry about Allison, man, I-"
"We'll figure it out later, Scott."
"Oh. Okay," he answered, stopping at the edge of the trees. He could feel the sadness, the hurt, the betrayal hanging in the air, but the scent of his friend was faint.
"Maybe we shouldn't look for him," Danny mused. "I mean, if he's not here it's for a good reason right? I don't blame him for not showing up to school after yesterday."
"Maybe you're right," Scott sighed, sitting down with a sigh. "I just hate that he could be in danger because of me."
"What is this big bad danger you guys keep talking about?" the taller boy asked, settling down next to the other.
"Just...stuff," Scott offered, hoping that there were no more questions coming. He didn't want another life in danger because he couldn't keep his monster under control.
"Scott, what the hell has you two so scared?" Danny asked softly, trying not to feel hurt that he was being cut out again. All he wanted to do was be there for the others, he wanted to protect them if he could.
"I-I can't tell you," the boy sighed, looking away. "Not right now anyways. Maybe, maybe someday. But not today."
"Okay," he smiled, glad Scott was willing to trust him with that at some point, feeling the happiness seeping through his being again as they laid back, the conversation turning to lacrosse strategies and consequences for the one who lost their challenge that day in practice.
