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Two-Pack
"Scott, do you need anything for your trip?" Melissa asked as she entered her son's room, coming to a slight stop as she looked over at the bed.
Isaac was in Scott's bed for the second time, his arms around her son, who was snuggled up to Isaac, his head lying on Isaac's shoulder. She stood there for a minute, trying to decide how to feel about this. And after a minute she decided she didn't care. After Scott had broken up with Allison, he had been totally devastated, and despite insisting he was fine she could tell he was heartbroken. If Isaac made him happy in the same way Allison had, then she was happy. Besides, she was fairly certain a couple of werewolves could easily discourage anyone who disagreed with them. So yeah, she was fine if they were indeed together.
Besides, she couldn't deny that they looked really cute cuddled up together like that.
"Scott? Isaac? Wake up sleepyheads." She ordered, whipping the covers off of her two boys, and then her heart was immediately gripped by panic as she saw Scott's body.
"Scott!" she cried in alarm, seeing the large bloody bandage wrapped around her boy's torso, and both kids opened their eyes at the same time.
"Don't glare at me, I didn't tell her!" Isaac protested as Melissa sat down on the edge of the bed and immediately started to fuss.
"What happened, when did this happen, why didn't you tell me?" she asked in panic as she peeled back the bandage to find the bloody wound.
"Don't blame Isaac, I told him not to tell you." Scott groaned as she inspected the wound.
She glared down at her son, then noticed Isaac hovering nervously in the background, looking fearful.
"Did you patch him up?" she shot at him, and he nodded instantly.
"Yeah, I brought his fever down too, and helped him when he was sick. Did I do anything wrong?" he asked worriedly, and she saw his desperate look as if he were pleading with her, and then she realised he was getting the exact same look from Scott.
"No sweetie, you did a pretty good job. The only thing you did wrong was not tell me, and he can get the blame for that. Scott, why didn't you tell me you were attacked, I could have done it myself." She scolded, wincing as she surveyed his wound.
"I didn't want to worry you." He said sadly, and she clucked her tongue impatiently.
"Good job. Either of you want to explain how he looks like he went a round with a bear?" she challenged and Scott hissed in pain as she cleaned it up again.
"An Alpha actually, they attacked us. Isaac got me out." He said, and Melissa smiled at Isaac thankfully.
"Well thank you for looking after him Isaac. But how is the wound so bad, you're meant to have super healing aren't you, that's how you were fine when Matt shot you, so how come this hasn't healed?" she asked, as Isaac passed her another bandage so she could seal up his wound again, his own face a look of terrified concern.
"It's healing slower because he was wounded by an Alpha, but still, it should have healed a little overnight. But with all the tossing and turning you were doing you probably messed it up, kept ripping it or something, you didn't really settle at all." Isaac informed Scott, who shrugged.
"I felt fine, at least until Edward Scissorhands here ripped off my bandage." He said, though his eyes didn't quite meet Isaac's, as though he wanted to hide something.
"I don't care Scott, you're my son and I love you, and you're hurt, it's my job to take care of you." She said stubbornly, but just as stubbornly, he shook his head.
"Mom, no. You can't, not today. I have to go to the cross country event." He insisted, and she looked less than impressed.
"Scott, in case you missed it, you have a massive gouge out of your side." She said sternly, and Isaac nodded, crouching beside Scott and giving him a worried look.
"Yeah, a wound that hasn't healed at all. Scott, it should have done something by now, maybe your mom's right." He said worriedly, but Scott shook his head.
"Isaac, I can't stay home, you know I can't." He insisted and Melissa made a frustrated noise in her throat.
"Well why can't you stay home, what is so important that you want to risk your life going to school in the mess you're in?" she asked irritably, her expression one of absolute worry.
"Cross country, mom I need to go to it." He said, groaning a little as he sat up straighter.
"What, no! Absolutely not!" she snapped.
"Mom you don't understand..."
"Yes I do, this is about getting back into the lacrosse team this year isn't it? My answers no Scott, you're staying here, Isaac can tell you all about it when he gets back."
Isaac and Scott then exchanged a look, Isaac didn't want to leave Scott in this mess, he wanted to stay where he could keep an eye on him, where he could make sure he was safe. Scott also sent a look at Isaac. If his mother did get her way, which he had no intention of letting her having, he didn't want Isaac to go onto a school trip and leave him behind with no one to talk to. Isaac looked at him in confusion, as if trying to figure out what to do.
"Yeah, I'll admit that is kind of part of it, but that's not the main reason. Ethan and Aiden are going too, and I need to keep an eye on them." He explained, and Melissa looked less than impressed.
"Why?" she asked but it was Isaac who answered.
"Because they're the ones who did this to him, they're Alphas. And considering it looks like Derek died last night because of their pack," he snarled, claws growing, "let's just say some of us want blood." He said with a vicious snarl, and Melissa looked at him in surprise.
"Derek is dead?" she asked in surprise, and Scott nodded, his eyes tearing up again.
"Yeah, he is." He admitted softly, sniffing slightly and noticing that Isaac too had tears in his eyes, and that he was also not meeting Scott's eyes anymore.
Scott felt that like a blow to the chest. Did Isaac blame him? He hadn't meant for any of this to happen. It seemed like ever since he had become a werewolf, the people around him, the people he cared most about, his mother, Stiles, Allison, Isaac...all of them, he just hurt, it was never ending. And now, Derek was dead, all because of him.
"Sweetie..." Melissa said softly, and brought her son into a tight hug, and without a seconds hesitation, she did the same thing to Isaac, trapping both boys in a hug, and to her relief, neither of them tried to wriggle out of it.
"It's ok boys. But that still doesn't explain why you need to go to school, if the Alphas are there, surely you need a reason to stay away from them?" she asked impatiently, and Scott shook his head.
"We can't mom, Danny's involved with Ethan, and they'll all be in the same place as Stiles as well, and everyone else going on the trip. We need to be there in case the twins try anything, so we can protect people." Scott explained and was then backed up by Isaac.
"Yeah, and what's more, Boyd is going, and he might attack them anyway. We need to protect people, and keep them from getting hurt in the crossfire." He said, and she looked at both of them, clearly not happy about this.
"Scott, you..."
"I'll look after him." Isaac stated, and she looked at him in surprise, and to be fair, Scott did too.
"You'd do that?" he asked, but Isaac ignored him and was focusing on Melissa.
"All he really needs is a little bit of help until his healing kicks in, it's just taking longer for some reason, maybe because he was technically wounded by two Alphas. I'll help him, Stiles will probably help too when we tell him what's going on. It's only until his healing starts. I can watch him till then. Besides, we need to make sure Boyd and the twins don't try anything. Please Mrs McCall. You know Scott isn't stupid enough to insist on going in when he has a choice, but we don't have much a choice, we need to protect Danny and the others. Please." He implored.
He knew Scott had to go there. Because Scott, aside from Derek, was arguably the most powerful werewolf in Beacon Hills, or at least he was until the Alphas showed up. Scott was strong enough to at least make the twins think twice before they tried anything, and because of who he was, and the respect even the others in the pack held him in, it meant that Boyd would probably listen to Scott if it came down to it. And besides, considering the pain Scott was in, and the worry Isaac and Melissa both had that Scott was in a lot worse a state than he was letting on was setting him on edge. Scott didn't deserve to be in pain like this, he didn't deserve to be hurting the way he was. Isaac couldn't bear the thought of Scott being in so much pain, and every time he looked away from Scott, the sweet, kind guy who had never hated anyone in his life, his blood boiled. It was the Alphas, the Alphas who had come here, killed Erica, made Derek throw him out and who had hurt Scott who had done all this, and he was past it, he didn't want them to hurt anyone else, he wouldn't let them hurt anyone else. And he also didn't think he could trust himself being trapped in so close with the Alphas who had nearly killed Scott.
"Damn it, I knew it was for some stupidly noble reason. Are you sure you're up to this?" she asked worriedly, and Scott nodded.
"Yeah mom, I'll be fine, Isaac will take care of me." He said, making his mother turn to their house guest.
"Look, I know I don't need to say this, but I don't care what you do, if he gets too bad..." she began and he nodded.
"I'll drag him home myself, I promise." He said, and she nodded.
"Alright then. Go if you must. But please, be careful." She begged and both boys hugged her in order to assure here they would.
XX
"Scott, it still isn't getting any better." Isaac hissed as he, Scott and Stiles sat waiting for the bus to be loaded.
"I've noticed." Scott said, his face ashen, his voice dry and weak and a slight sheen of sweat materialising on his forehead.
Isaac looked at Stiles worriedly as Stiles fretted beside him. This definitely wasn't good, wasn't good at all. Although they had managed to convince Melissa to let them go (earning themselves half hourly texts as she worried about them before she headed to work), now it was beginning to look like a very bad idea. Despite the fact that Aiden hadn't shown up, which was only a good thing, Ethan was still here and he and Danny were basically joined at the hip which was making all three boys even more worried. Coach Finstock was driving everyone nuts, and none of this was helping Scott, who was now the colour of bad porridge. And he had already had to stop Boyd from taking a swipe at Ethan as Isaac had been trapped in a conversation with Finstock at the time and he hadn't been able to escape in time to help, and now Scott really was feeling the effects.
"He's right dude, if anything it looks like it's getting worse not better." Stiles mumbled as Finstock went past.
"I don't know why it isn't healing though. See, if Derek wasn't dead, I could ask him." Scott said softly, his lip trembling, and Isaac looked at him intensely.
"Scott, it wasn't you! You didn't kill him." He insisted but Scott simply gave a weak moan and turned away from him, which caused Isaac to feel slightly hurt.
"It's ok if you think I did you know, you can tell me." Scott muttered wearily, and Isaac shook his head.
"No Scott, I don't blame you. The only thing I will blame you for is dying, so don't even think about doing it, because I am not going to tell your mom that you died on my watch." He snapped as Scott gave a weak groan once more, clutching his wound.
Stiles pulled Isaac away from Scott, leaving him propped up against the wall, looking worse by the minute.
"Alright, I get that it's an Alpha wound, but why the hell is it taking so long to heal? It should have at least started by now shouldn't it?" Stiles asked nervously, looking frantically as a faintly stirring Scott.
"I've no idea, I thought he should have healed at least slightly by now too but he hasn't. I'm worried Stiles, this isn't good. I'm worried sick." He said nervously, and Stiles looked at him hesitantly.
"What really happened last night? Where's Derek, why's Scott so upset?"
Isaac was about to tell Stiles when Finstock blew his whistle and ordered everyone onto the bus, sending the various students who had been milling around into a haphazard line.
"You with me or you staying with your new bunkmate?" Boyd asked as though he was unconcerned by the answer even though Isaac knew he was.
"No, I...I'm with you." Isaac admitted.
Boyd was his friend and his pack mate sure, but right now, he didn't want to be away from Scott, he wanted him to stay close. And what was more, even if Scott wasn't hurt like he was, Isaac would still want to stay with him, he truly enjoyed spending time with Scott, and at least he made conversation, Boyd rarely did. But he had a job to do. With Boyd furious over the loss of Derek, and wanting revenge, his bloodlust at its highest, Isaac was going to have his work cut out trying to stop Boyd launching himself at their resident Alpha. Which of course was made all the most difficult by the fact that Isaac wanted to rip Ethan's head off himself for hurting Scott.
"Get on, I'll be there in a minute. And stay away from Ethan." He ordered and Boyd glared at him rebelliously.
"I don't take orders from you Isaac. What, you reckon that Derek's dead, you can become the Alpha now is that it?" he challenged.
Isaac knew he was only being like that because he was hurting over Derek's death, but that didn't take the impact away of his words. Isaac's eyes flashed yellow, and his nails grew slightly, making Boyd back, then the big guy dropped his gaze apologetically.
"Sorry Isaac, I know you're not like that. I know Derek meant a lot to you too, sorry." He said, and hastily made his retreat, and to Isaac's relief he avoided eye contact with Ethan allowing Isaac to return to Scott's side.
Scott's eyes were fading back from gold as Isaac returned to him, making Isaac look questioningly at Stiles.
"He went kind of wolfy when you did. I don't know why but he probably shouldn't be doing it." Stiles muttered, and Isaac looked urgently at Scott.
"Alright, go to the back of the bus, Boyd and I will go halfway up and keep an eye on Ethan. And rest." Isaac urged, and as Scott looked up at him, both he and Stiles were shocked to see Scott's eyes were swimming with tears.
"I'm so sorry." He said mournfully, and Isaac shook his head, realising now what was going through his head.
"Scott, enough, this isn't your fault. Now come on, let's get you onto the bus." He said, just as Finstock yelled abuse at them for taking too long.
Scott gathered his strength and with a little help from Stiles and Isaac, he got to his feet and limped towards the bus. This was all his fault. Derek was dead, and he was basically the one who had killed him. He had been fighting Ennis yeah, but it was Scott who had basically killed them both, he had murdered two people, he had murdered Derek. And now everything was falling apart. There was no escaping that, he had killed Derek, taken someone else's life, and because he had, other people he cared about were being affected. Boyd and Isaac were fighting, Isaac was ridden with guilt because he hadn't really talked to Derek before he died. Cora now had no family left. The Alphas had won. All because of him.
So, ignoring Isaac and Stiles and hiding his wound beneath his jacket, he shuffled to the back of the bus, tears filling his eyes as he did so.
And as he went backwards, Stiles gave Isaac a darkly concerned look.
"Watch out for him." Isaac all but begged him, and Stiles nodded.
"Course I will." He assured him, heading back to sit with Scott as Isaac sat with Boyd and tried to stop worrying about Scott.
XX
Isaac closed his eyes as the bus travelled, and to all intents and purposes, he looked asleep. But he wasn't. He was in fact listening to the heartbeats of the other three werewolves on board and getting more and more worried as he did so.
Boyd, sitting beside him, was furious. He got that, he really did, and he wanted revenge too, but he daren't try anything in the middle of a crowded bus, and he didn't want to aggravate Scott when he was already doing so badly. Boyd was fighting down a low snarl, and was ready and willing to leap across at Ethan and rip him to shreds, and damn the consequences. And he was still seriously considering it despite Isaac's frequent insistence that he shouldn't.
Ethan on the other hand was anxious. One reason for this was most likely the fact that for a change he knew he was completely outnumbered and unable to become a super wolf, he was just an ordinary Alpha. But according to the frequent status reports he was getting from Stiles (which for some reason included weather reports, he wasn't blind he could look out the window himself) Ethan was also checking his phone a lot. Isaac couldn't help but feel a bit of savage pleasure with that information. His panic and the absence of his twin clearly meant that Ennis was in trouble at least, which was giving him some small measure of satisfaction. It wouldn't replace Derek but it would make them feel better about all this.
Isaac bit down on his tears. He couldn't let himself cry. He had enough problems with Scott crying, he couldn't break down too. The look on Scott's face when he had gone back to him, the devastated, heartbroken expression, they had rent Isaac's heart in two. The way Scott had looked when he was getting on to the bus, he'd known that look. Scott was trying his hardest not to cry. Scott shouldn't be crying at all, he didn't deserve to feel as bad as he did for doing nothing wrong, but he did regardless. Scott was too nice and kind to be feeling as bad as he was feeling, and seeing him so miserable and downtrodden was killing Isaac inside. He wanted nothing more than to banish the feelings that were killing Scott, but he couldn't. Stiles had reported that Scott had all but cried himself to sleep, and Isaac hated it. Scott should never feel like he did, like he was destroying everyone around him. He didn't deserve it, and Isaac's temper at the Alphas, and Ethan in particular, was spinning out of control, he wanted to rip Ethan apart for making Scott feel the way he did.
He also had another concern though. Scott's heart rate was a beat too slow, if not more, and his breaths were pained, and it was scaring the hell out of him. He just wasn't healing and he had no idea why, and with Derek gone and no way to contact Peter, Isaac had no way of knowing what was going on and it was scaring the hell out of him. Because as the journey continued and he focused on Scott, it became clear that he was getting worse and worse, his health was suffering, his wound wasn't getting better and he was clearly deteriorating. And now, Isaac was beginning to wonder if Scott was dying, because it was certainly beginning to seem like it.
Isaac fought down a snarl. If Derek had listened, if he had been quicker, if Boyd hadn't been wounded...none of this would be happening. Isaac fought down his own tears. Derek was gone, his Alpha, the one who had saved him, the one he had come to look up to as a sort of aloof big brother, was dead. And Isaac despised himself for it. He had been too hurt to even talk to Derek properly since he had thrown him out, and now he would never be able to talk to him again, never tell him how much he had meant to him.
This sucked.
Derek was dead, Scott was dying and Isaac was terrified that pretty soon he was going to be the only one left of Derek's original pack which had fought the kanima, not left like Boyd had. Isaac bit down on his feelings when suddenly Scott appeared, urging Boyd to calm down.
Isaac looked at Scott in shock. He looked even worse now, his face was now grey, his wound was bleeding, he was covered in sweat, he was shaking and looked like he was about to throw up. He had been so busy listening to Scott and keeping an eye on him that he had neglected Boyd, who had been about to spring Ethan, which would have caused all sorts of problems they could do without, and now Scott was suffering more for it. With Scott calming Boyd down, Isaac shot him a worried look, but all he got was a look into Scott's broken expression before he vanished into the back of the bus.
They needed to get off this bus, otherwise it was going to kill them all.
So, Isaac texted Stiles, if anyone could get the bus to stop it was him.
XX
Scott leaned into the corner of the bus, wanting to just close his eyes and let himself go. It was too hard to keep going, too hard to struggle on, and besides, he could really use a break from the pain.
He had killed Derek anyway. He didn't deserve to still be alive if someone else was dead because of him. He'd been trying to block out Stiles' frantic concern, and if he tried, he could virtually hear Isaac fretting over him, when he had gone down to stop Boyd, the look Isaac had given him, one of pained misunderstanding, he couldn't deal with it. Isaac was hurting, he could tell he was. He could see it in his eyes, on his face. He was hurting because Derek was dead...because Scott had killed him because he had to interfere in all this and try and negotiate with the Alpha. If he had kept his mouth shut, he and Isaac would never have been there and Derek might still be alive. And he wouldn't be a murderer.
Scott then caved in, allowing the tears to flood from his eyes. He didn't deserve to feel sorry for himself, it was his fault Derek was dead and that Isaac no longer had an Alpha and that the Alphas were a step closer to taking over.
This was all his fault. And he would never escape that.
Never.
XX
Stiles had succeeded in getting the bus to stop, and he had quickly gotten Scott out of sight. Isaac could smell Allison and Lydia nearby, and he had never been so happy to get a scent of Allison. It wasn't that he hated her, he just didn't like her. He hadn't like her much even before she had gone all Rambo on him and had tried to kill him when they were fighting Jackson, but that certainly hadn't helped her case. And then, the fact that she had broken up with Scott and abandoned him for four months did little to endear him to her either.
But today, he was willing to call her his best friend if she helped Scott. She saw her get a status report from Stiles and she and Lydia quickly vanished to run to Scott's side, their expressions frantic. Isaac was about to follow him when he heard Boyd's heart rate rise as he stalked towards Ethan. After all, they were out in the open, there was nothing to stop him...
Isaac quickly stood in his way, preventing the large werewolf from going any further.
"Hey, drop it ok?" Isaac warned and Boyd snarled.
"They killed Derek! And I'm meant to just let them away with it? No! They need to pay!" he said, moving towards Ethan but Isaac shoved it.
"Boyd, stop it! We have enough problems." He growled, and Boyd glared at him.
"Do you even care that he's dead, or are you just happy because now it means you can shack up with McCall, become his first beta, his little houseguest?" Boyd sneered angrily, and this time, grief and rage didn't fully justify it to Isaac.
And he smacked Boyd right in the jaw, sending him falling to the ground with a thud, and a second later Boyd was looking up at him with wide eyes, horrified.
"Isaac, I'm sorry, the rage, and them and Derek, I..." he spluttered weakly, but Isaac glared at him and didn't bother to help him up.
"Forget it." He said, once more searching for Scott's heartbeat, and he relaxed slightly when he found it.
And then he went cold. Scott's heart was far too slow, he could hear Allison and the other's heart's pumping incredibly quickly around him, but Scott's was so slow, what was going on?
And then, Scott's heart stopped.
Isaac staggered, supporting himself against the bus. Scott was...Scott was dead. He had gone, left, he was dead. He had given up, he had died. Scott, no Scott, he couldn't be, but he was, Scott was dead.
Scott was dead.
Scott was dead!
The Alphas. They had taken Scott from him, Ethan and Aiden had taken Scott from him, from the world. Scott was gone, his best friend, the one person he could count on, the person he cared about the most in the world, the first person to ever show him kindness, his housemate, his protector, the person he had vowed to Mrs McCall he would look after, his, well he didn't know what he was, not really...but he was gone. The Alphas had taken them from him.
And they would pay.
So with a vicious snarl, Isaac headed towards where Ethan was chatting at Danny. The Alpha turned to face him and one look at his bland, smug face finally drove Isaac over the edge. He was on him, punching and hammering, determined to kill the one who had taken Scott from him. He was deaf to the noises around him, the cries and shouts, the whistles and encouragement, to Finstock yelling at him to stop, but then he heard something, the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.
"Isaac!" Scott yelled and suddenly the world was right again, and Isaac turned, looking up to see a wincing Scott looking desperately at him, his warm brown eyes imploring him to stop.
He was alive, Scott was alive. His Scott was alive.
Giddy with relief and pleasure, just drinking in the sight of Scott standing there with a slightly puzzled expression on his face, Isaac came off a whimpering Ethan, allowing Danny to tend to him as Isaac staggered backwards joyfully.
Scott was alive.
Scott was alive.
Scott was alive!
XX
"Hey." Scott said as everyone evacuated the vomit smelling bus as he walked only with a slight gingerness to his step to where Isaac was standing with a ridiculous grin on his face as he looked up at the sky.
"Hey." Isaac said as Fisntock tried to convince the owners of the motel to take the group in.
"You ok?" Scott asked gently, walking past Isaac and making him fall into step with him.
"I should be the one asking you that. You're the one who...who died." Isaac responded, his voice wavering on the last word.
Scott shrugged.
"I'm alive, and I feel slightly better. And it's started to heal properly now, so yeah I'm good." He said, sitting down on a bench on the far side of the motel, wincing slightly, while Isaac, his expression worried, sat down beside him.
He still smelled of Allison. But according to Stiles, she had saved him, so he put aside his dislike and jealousy and just thanked whoever was out there that she knew enough to save Scott.
"You scared the crap out of me." Isaac scolded, and Scott grinned ruefully.
"Yeah, sorry about that." He said and Isaac shook his head in disbelief.
"Jackass. You do know it isn't your fault right? What happened to Derek? It isn't your fault. You hear me? And I don't blame you, not one single bit, got it?" he intoned, and he felt elated when Scott nodded, as it looked like a load had been lifted from his mind.
"Thanks Isaac. So, you going to explain why you decided it was a good idea to brawl an Alpha?" he asked kindly, not sounding angry, or even disappointed, just curious really.
Isaac got to his feet and turned to look at Scott in exasperation.
"I heard your heart stop! I heard you die! And all I could think about was how it was their fault, how the Alphas, the twins, took you from me, so I snapped. I'm sorry, but I snapped, I wanted to make him pay, it was bad enough we lost Derek but then I lost you too, and I couldn't deal with it ok? I thought you were dead, that he had killed you. I..." Isaac began, and was angered to feel tears in his eyes.
But Scott didn't care. He got up, with surprising swiftness considering he was injured and wrapped Isaac in a hug, and for a few seconds, Isaac just drunk in his scent, hugging him back ferociously but gently so as not to hurt him. They stood there, just holding each other, Scott gently running his hand through the back of Isaac's hair, and Isaac doing the same with him, and then, all too soon but far later than they should have, they broke apart, grinning at each other shyly.
"Thanks. For being mad enough to kill for me. It's kind of awesome in its own way." Scott said with a grin, his brown eyes, which had been so marred before by grief, replaced with something bright and shiny.
"You're welcome. But, do me a favour and never frighten the crap out of me like that again ok?" he asked nervously, his emotions and repairing sense of loss still raw and Scott nodded.
"Sure." He said, rolling his eyes as they heard Finstock yelling for them.
"Hey, um, Stiles probably wouldn't mind if you wanted to stay with me." Scott said nervously, going slightly pink, and Isaac grinned.
The thought of spending all night with Scott in their own room, no one else there, it was great, because he did kind of like it when they shared a bed like they had the night before.
But no, not here, not now. Both of them were still messed up, emotionally in both cases and physically in Scott's, and it wouldn't be right. Besides, Stiles had been great today and he didn't need to stay with a sour Boyd all night, Isaac would endure that trial himself.
"Nah, it's fine. I stay with you all the time, Stiles should get a turn, you're kind of in demand. Besides, he is kind of cool when you think about it, and he hasn't done anything to warrant spending the night with Boyd and his snoring. But Scott?" he asked with a small smile, and Scott looked at him.
"What?"
"I'm glad you're not dead."
Scott grinned, snorting slightly with laughter and nudged Isaac with his shoulder.
"Yeah, me too."
And here we are with the last part of Frayed, so obviously next chapter is Motel California, which I think might be one big chapter, with lots of angst and Derek getting told off 'll need to wait for it though, I'm going to finish Scarred Vision, my Supernatural story, first before I go back and do that one, and besides a bumper chapter next time will make up for the fact that this weeks episode doesnt lend much to Scisaac, so thatll do when I next update.
Nothing much more to say then really, hope you enjoy, thank you to all you lovely people who favourite and review, please keep it up (hint hint) and I'm once again having to get up early tomorrow so reviews to wake up to will be most appreciated!
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