I'm so sorry that it's taken so long to update!
I left for vacation and when I returned...it took a while to get anything down.
Huge thanks to Justin for writing this chapter! It's a lot better than anything I came up with.
Enjoy!
Stiles stood at the foot of the bed, staring at the assortment of clothes that had been delivered to his door an hour ago.
After several outfit changes he'd finally felt some-what comfortable in a dark red button up that felt alot like silk and black slacks.
Three knocks at the door snapped him out of his mild day dreaming. "Stiles? May we come in?"
"That depends; if by we you mean you and your jerk of a king, then no."
"No, he and the rest of his family are gathering in the dining hall. Which is where you should be heading right now. Now, may we enter?"
"Yeah, yeah come on in." After three beeps the door slides open with a soft swish and two males stand before him. They walk in, one continuing to the bed and the other stopping before Stiles.
"I'm Isaac." the one infront of him states while grabbing his left bicep and bowing. "and that's Scott." Scott turns to Stiles smiles then reenacts Isaac's bow. Stiles pauses and tries to mimic the bow hoping he didn't insult them by not doing it sooner. Stiles notices Scott rush to cover a smile with his hand. Isaac groans and pulls Stiles hand of his arm. "Derek really didn't explain anything did he?"
"OF COURSE NOT! Why do you think I'm so angry?" Stiles couldn't understand why people couldn't see things from his perspective.
"I'm gonna have to speak to him later" he turns to Scott "that man would be lost without me." Scott just smiles and nods before turning and looking through the piles of neatly folded clothes on the bed. "Look, Stiles, just don't try anything like that in the future, ok?"
"No, Its very much not ok. You and Derek are exactly the same! I need answers about all this stuff."
Issac's forhead begins to wrinkle. It reminds Stiles of how his father used to look when Stiles would interupt him during important buisness. 'No, Stiles. It's not the time to think about home.'
"Look, Stiles, all you need to know right now is that I'm Isaac, that's Scott and if you need anything you talk to one of us and we'll make sure you get it."
Stiles knew sarcsam right now wouldn't be the best idea but he couldn't help it; Its who he is. "How about a ride back to earth, can you do that?"
"No Stiles. I know this isn't the ideal situation-"
"You think?"
Isaac simply sighs and continues. "I know this isn't the ideal situation but you could do a lot worse than Derek. As far as purebloods go you've won the metaphorical lottey. I do hope I used that phrase correctly." He says the last part more to himself than to Stiles. "You're very lucky."
Stiles knew that Isaac was only trying to help but he kept saying things that terrified and upset him. "Oh! How silly of me, Of course I'm the luckiest guy in the galaxy. It's not like I was kidnapped infront of my father and taken to another world only to be forced to alien marry the king of all furry monsters? Oh, that's righ, that's EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED! So explain to me how I'm 'lucky' as you so thoughtfully put it."
Isaac's forhead continues to wrinkle as he walks past Stiles to stand and sort through the clothes next to Scott. "We don't have time for this,Stiles; Derek will have my head if you're late for dinner, it's important that you make a good impression." He continues rumaging until he finds a dark blue jacket. It reminds him of the suits that his dad wore almost every day. Save for the fact that this jacket had sharper angles. Literally sharp he honestly thinks if he stands to close to someone he'll put out an eye with his shoulder. "Put this on, Derek likes blue."
"Derek this and Derek that. Let me tell you something, Isaac. I don't give a flying rats ass about making a good impression or about what Derek likes." His ranting giving him confidence Stiles marches up to Isaac and emphasizes his words by jabbing his chest with his finger. "So you and your dumbass king can shove all this crap back up your alien pooper."
Stiles wished it didn't take something like what happened next to teach him a lesson but the sad thing is that it does. Hair began to grow and ripping could be heard as Isaac's nails, now claws, tore through one of the shirts that Stiles had decided looked a little too good on him. Amber eyes shot up to stare at Stiles as soon as he started to back away. Stiles Didn't know much about Scott, he didn't really know anything about him at all but he could say one thing for certain. Scott was now his best friend. Scott jumped in front him faster than Stiles thought was humanly possible. 'Oh yeah, they aren't human.' He thought as Scott placed his hands on Isaac's shoulders. Placing his forhead against the other male's. "Calm down, Ahdoughor."
The change isn't immediate but it is obvious. Isaac's trembling body starts to stop and he begins to look normal or the alien equivalent of normal at least.
"I'm fine. I'm fine. I just don't understand why he has to make things so difficult." Scott presses his lips against Isaac's and waits for him to return it. Then leans back, making sure he's still infront of Stiles.
"It's not his fault, Adough. Why don't you go to the dining hall and make sure everything with Derek is ready. I'll stay and finish here, ok?"
Issac nods before looking over Scott's shoulder to stare at Stiles. "Sorry about... before." Stiles doesn't get a chance to say it's ok becasue Isaac is already out the door.
With a sigh Scott turns to Stiles "sometimes that man is more trouble than he's worth."
It sounds like an insult but the harshness is reduced to nothing due to the fact that a blissfull smile accompanies it. He picks up the jacket that Stiles had dropped. "Look Stiles I know this is hard believe. And I won't ask you to try to. But can you please just put on the jacket? On our way I'll do my best to answer some of your questions. This dinner is a big deal as I'm sure meeting a significant other's family on your world is as well."
Stiles grabs the jacket and slips it on. "Why can't everyone be like you?" Stiles mumbles and follows Scott as he exits the room. 'If there are a few more people like him this might be slightly tollerable'Stiles thinks distantly.