Stiles –

Okay, so from what I can gather this night is like, opposite night. No seriously.

I'm sitting up on the kitchen bench with Erica and – get this – Scott and Jackson are hanging out over by the couch and Isaac is chilling on the stairs with Lydia and Allison. Boyd and Danny are in some serious debate about… something, it doesn't sound like anything I would be interested in. Oh right, Danny got here like an hour ago and Derek is still gone.

I know he said he didn't want to hang around a bunch of teenagers – funny seeing as he kind of chose them to be his pack – but damn it where was he? It's starting to make me anxious, especially because he was so freaking secretive.

"So…" I said to Erica. "What do you think they're talking about?" I pointed my glass in the direction of Scott and Jackson.

She gave me a little laugh. "Please, I don't think, I know."

"Oh right, werewolf ears."

She rolled her eyes and leant back on her elbows. "They're talking about lacrosse."

"Seriously? Lacrosse? Could they be any more boring?" I scoffed.

I looked over at her but I could see that she was listening to something else. Her eyes lit up and she started to laugh again. "On the other hand, some people are talking about more interesting things." She nodded to the little group on the stairs. "When I say interesting I mean it could get interesting depending on how the conversation goes." She said softly, clearly trying to hide her voice from even nosier ears.

I picked up the remote next to me and turned up the music a few notches. "Give me the goods."

"Are you going to tell me what's up with Derek?"

"I don't even know what's up with Derek, I was hoping one of you did."

She shook her head. "No, he isn't saying much, we haven't had a pack meet in a while."

"Damn, all I know is that he said his little disappearance had something to do with Peter but I'm not sure if I believed him."

She sighed. "Fine," she turned her head to the side, ears straining to hear. "Isaac's asking Allison if she's ever going to sort things out with Scott."

I almost choked on my drink, in fact I did choke a little, spluttering about and earning an eye roll and a head shake from Erica.

"Subtlety isn't your thing is it Stiles?"

"He's what?" I hissed.

"Keep your voice down." She leant in close to whisper to him.

"What are they saying what are they saying?" I hissed more quietly.

"He's asking her if she still wants to get back together with Scott or whether things can't be fixed because he'll wait for her forever if that's what it takes… oh god, I might vomit. I thought the two of them were… you know." She looked to me and I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah well they are but I'm pretty sure there's still one big crack down the middle of that road." I said.

"Allison." Erica whispered.

"Allison." I repeated.

Isaac –

Scott is going to kill me if he heard me talking about this. I mean he would absolutely and undoubtedly kill me.

Allison looked away from me with a sigh and Lydia tilted her head to the side, clearly curious to know the answer to my question.

"It's not that I don't still care about him…" She started and I knew that my heart was pounding ridiculously fast. "Of course I do."

"Well you know he's right." Lydia shrugged. "If you give him any hope at all he's going to wait for you to say jump and he's going to say-"

"How high?" I finished and she looked at me with pursed lips.

"I was going to say 'that he always knew you were more than just a one off' or something to that effect but if you want to go with a cliché then that works too."

Allison shook her head. "I love Scott," I swallowed hard at that and felt the hard pinch in my chest. "I really… but I just don't know… god, I just don't know." She said.

"Well you can take all the time you want, he's not going to find anyone else, at least not seriously." Lydia said, making me wish that I had just stayed out of it. "But this has been going on for months now, you need to do something."

"A lot has happened…"

"Allison, you can't put it off forever. You don't have to decide what you want to do today but maybe you should talk to him." Lydia said again.

Allison made a croaking sound in her throat and looked around the corner at Scott and Jackson. "What am I supposed to say?"

"Do you want him back?" Isaac asked.

"I don't know what I want." She sighed.

"Well clearly you don't want him now so maybe that would be a good place to start." Lydia sounded slightly annoyed but at least she was trying. "I mean we all love Scott," She looked very strangely at me for a moment and I'm sure my ears and face and possibly all other parts of my body flushed bright pink as she did. "No one wants to see him get hurt."

"I guess you want me to do that now, right?" She said.

"Yeah." Shit, that kind of just slipped out.

Both of them looked at me slightly confused, well, Lydia was almost amused and I tried to backtrack.

"I mean, I just want Scott to be happy, he's probably my closest friend."

"I'm sorry Isaac." Allison sighed. "You think Jackson will give him up?"

Lydia scoffed. "Even if he doesn't just take Scott and run."

"Right." Allison stood up and sidestepped the other two as she slowly walked down the stairs and towards the other side of the loft.

Lydia turned to me and pouted her lips, a sly smile creeping onto her face. I tried not to engage with her but I must have looked so nervous as my eyes darted away from hers.

"There's something going on between you and Scott isn't there?" She said the second Allison was out of earshot.

"What? No." I said, still not meeting her eyes.

She made a tutting sound and gave me a shove. "Since when?"

"I said no didn't I?"

"You were clearly lying, I'm not an idiot you know." She said and I narrowed my eyes.

"I know but clearly Jackson has a big mouth."

"Yes well there is that." She said. "He didn't say it in so many words but he gave me my suspicions and then all you had to do was bring him up for me to know that it was true."

"So all the taunting and the 'he won't find anyone else' stuff was for my benefit?"

"A little, and I don't want to be the bad guy here but what I said is true and you know it. Don't try and tell me it's not because you know Scott far, far better than I do and even I know that when it comes to Allison he's hopeless." I sighed, Lydia has a habit of being right

"You don't need to keep reminding me, okay?" I said.

This time she sighed, tilting her head to the side sympathetically. "You like him a lot more than Jackson let on don't you?"

"We're not really telling anyone because Scott-"

"Is in love with Allison?"

"I was going to say doesn't want anyone to know yet but everyone seems to have the same idea as you so we might as well go with that." I grumbled.

"This is why you never get involved with someone who has baggage." She said and I gave her a look.

"Are you really going to sit there trying to convince me that Jackson has no baggage?"

She shook her head, "I never said that I take my own advice. Plus I seem to have a knack for this whole supernatural thing."

"You mean-"

"Yes, I mean making a mess of it and finding the bodies. I guess you could call me a messenger of death." She snapped and I figured that was enough down that line of discussion.

Before I had the chance to say anything else Erica and Stiles were standing at the bottom of the stairs.

"You're going to be a messenger of death in a minute," Erica said to me with a grin. "Allison just led Scott outside, hand in hand; it was so sweet wasn't it?" She asked Stiles.

"Dude, I like you and all but I'm not going to taunt him like that. Seriously though Isaac, what are you thinking?" Stiles said.

"Can we all please stop talking about it like it's the most interesting thing in the world?" I grunted.

"Hey, you made your big fat gay threesome everybody's business so the answer to that is no." Erica said, clearly enjoying this.

"No, I didn't, you all just happen to be able to hear and smell everything and can't keep your mouths shut." I hissed.

"You're lucky Danny doesn't have super hearing or everyone would be in on this 'secret'. I don't even know why we're calling it that anymore. Can we just move on?" Jackson said as he walked over, Scott having been snatched away by Allison.

My stomach was feeling a little queasy, this is really starting to seem like a bad idea.

"Yeah, let's move on until you decide to tell us that Lydia's just a cover for your relationship with Danny." Erica smirked and Jackson narrowed his eyes.

"You're hilarious." He said derisively.

"I don't mind if you have a relationship with Danny, just so long as I can watch." All eyes turned to Lydia and she shrugged, Stiles grinning from ear to ear.

"I knew you were kinky." He said and Erica rolled her eyes.

"I'm not going to go with the trend of this group." He said, kind of defensive about it.

"Maybe we all should, I'm sure Lydia knows exactly what she's doing." Erica smirked and gave Lydia a wink.

Lydia folded her arms and popped out her hip with attitude. "Easy there tigress, you're going to have to buy me dinner first."

"Okay if we're serious here can I watch?" Stiles said and Jackson punched him in the arm.

"Are you guys alright over there?" Danny called out as him and Boyd headed to the kitchen to pour themselves more to drink.

Boyd gave them a smile before shooting Jackson a wink, clearly having heard the entirety of the conversation and I let out a snort as I tried to hide my laughter. The others all seemed to follow my lead because in seconds we were all cackling wildly. Jackson was obviously not and followed Danny, taking the bottle off him and knocking it back quickly.

"Whoa, whoa, take your time there." He said, snatching it back. "So is there anything here to do or are you all secretly plotting something over by the stairs?"

"I don't think that Derek is the 'things to do' kind of guy." I said and Stiles snorted.

"He's a let's do nothing but read kind of guy." He said.

"I got a deck of cards here." Boyd said, pulling them from a drawer in the kitchen. "Anyone know how to play anything?"

"I know a little poker." Jackson shrugged.

"And you're terrible at it." Lydia said.

"You can't even play."

"No but I'm here for support." She said.

"Anyone got change?" Danny asked.

"Seriously? You guys are pussies." Erica said.

"I take offence to that." Danny said with a sly grin.

"You've still got a decent amount of booze, make it a drinking game." She said.

"Funny, I thought you were going to say strip poker." I said with a smile.

She shrugged in my direction. "Either way, drink til the alcohol's gone and you won't need to play poker to strip."

"Or you can make it a choice." Boyd said, shaking his head because they were all taking this far too seriously.

"It's settled, winner picks a victim and they choose between a shot or an item of clothing. Boyd, shuffle the deck." Danny said, pouring the bottle over the empty glasses on the bench.

"Derek's going to fucking kill me." Stiles groaned but didn't say no.

"Invite him to play."

"Calm down Danny he'll drink himself stupid before he strips down." Stiles said in response.

"Hey, like the lady said before, either way works." Danny shrugged with a smile.

"Did you just call Erica a lady?" Jackson turned up his nose.

"Yeah, something's not right there." Boyd grinned.

"You can all go screw yourselves because I plan on beating you all." She said.

"Two things, is that after you're stripped to nothing and will you use your left or right hand for it?" Stiles said, I don't think anyone has laughed so hard all night.

I was enjoying all the time with our friends but I couldn't keep one eye off the door, waiting for Scott and Allison to come back. I know that Stiles noticed because he elbowed me and gave me a look, one that said 'just relax and try not to think about it'. That's easier said than carried out.

Derek headed back to the loft a few hours later, by then it was quite dark and the moon was high in the sky. He was just thankful that it wasn't full.

He wondered – hoped was probably a better word for it – that they were winding down up in his loft. He felt so old even thinking it but he had done his fair share, more than his fair share, of partying when he was younger and the thought of doing it again made him tired.

It also made him feel far older than his years because according to everyone ever, he should still be out drinking and partying and having the time of his life. Then again, Derek hasn't really had the conventional Californian life.

He pulled up outside the warehouse looking building and locked his Camaro as he walked up to the doors. Heading inside and up to the lifts he could already hear them, laughing and carrying on and he knew that he was never going to sleep through it.

It just seemed to get louder and louder as he got closer and when the lift doors opened they all looked up and he rolled his eyes. Really? Really? He thought.

Some of them were half dressed, others had on various bits of clothing from the ones who were lacking it. He could smell the whiskey and vodka and knew that some of it would be spilt on his floors. He tried not to think about how old he sounded to himself as he passed judgement on the sloppy teenagers.

"Hey Derek, you want to join?" Stiles said, a slight slur in his speech.

He was sitting in his boxers and his T-shirt, Erica's cardigan wrapped around his head.

He is going to be fun to deal with later. It'll either be horny, passed out or sick as a dog when they make it to bed. Please be the second one. Derek thought.

"You're not seriously playing strip poker are you?" He asked.

"You had nothing better lying around." Danny said, getting a little more confidence the more he drank and Derek raised an eyebrow.

Danny looked a little sheepish but it was marred by the drunken grin on his face, shared by the rest of them

All but Isaac had the same look. He seemed to almost be having a worse time than Derek would have been. He saw his eyes drop when he walked in and it was then that he noticed that there was no Scott and no Allison. Derek wasn't going to ask about it but he sighed, he felt almost obliged to stay and make sure he wasn't having too terrible a time.

He turned back to Danny. "No? Well I guess it'll have to do then." He walked over and sat beside him, Danny swallowing hard and trying not to look away from Derek's eyes. "Catch me up and deal me in." He said as he pulled his shirt slowly over his head, less than a foot from where Danny was sitting.

That time his eyes may have slipped south, they certainly stayed there for longer than they would if he had been sober.

"Okay, I think we make a rule to keep Danny in his boxers for the rest of the night because nobody's going to want them now." Erica grinned and Lydia's nose scrunched up in a laugh that Stiles found more than adorable, tapping her nose with his finger and making her cackle even more as Jackson punched him in the arm again.

Derek was never going to admit it but he did actually start to enjoy himself. Maybe it was the laughter and warm feeling that seemed to be running through the air or maybe it was the not-so-subtle winks and kisses that Stiles was shooting him from across the small coffee table. Whatever it was he didn't mind it for once.

He couldn't help but notice how Isaac was constantly looking over to the door and how he was the only one who didn't laugh quite so hard at everyone's jokes. He had that wounded look and it got to a point where Derek was actually losing the game so he got up and headed to the kitchen.

"Isaac, you want to give me a hand?" He said.

"With what?"

"I'm pretty sure there's an all hours pizza place around the corner, come in here and get the number." He said and Isaac gave him a shrug before standing up and following him.

"Pepperoni!" Stiles called.

"Shut up Stiles." Derek said back.

"So you got the number or what?" Isaac asked once they were both in the kitchen.

"What's the matter?" Derek asked as he filled up a glass with water from the sink.

"What? Why are you-"

"What. Is. Wrong?" Derek said.

Isaac sighed. "Look it's nothing okay? Scott and Allison are just sorting things out, maybe, and before you ask; no, I don't know what that means but it was my idea and I'm really starting to regret it. So can we shut up about it please? I don't need you pretending to give a shit about what's going on with me alright?" he snapped.

Derek gave him a nod, knowing that he would beat himself up enough about what he said later. "Okay, call the pizza place then." He said, throwing the card over to him and heading back into the lounge.

He was still without a shirt but otherwise he had opted to take a shot for every game he lost. He was only slightly buzzed but he knew that if Isaac didn't want to talk then he wasn't going to.

So the pizzas came and went and Scott was still gone. Jackson got sick of losing and gathered his clothes off the others while stumbling around because he had done one too many shots. Danny made a place for himself on the couch and his eyes began to droop as he watched Lydia calm Jackson down and lay him across her lap on the couch opposite.

Erica and Boyd sat in the corner, her legs draped over him as they talked quietly. Derek dragged Stiles up the stairs, gathering his shirt as he did, knowing that this was going to happen. Isaac just headed up the stairs alone, the alcohol not helping his mood.

His pants were still downstairs and he stripped his shirt over his head as he slumped down onto the bed. He swung his legs over and burrowed under the sheet. As he slipped his hand under his head he tried to ignore the laughter seeping through the bedroom across the way, closing his eyes tightly.

As he focussed on something else he wished he had picked something that made him feel better rather than worse.

Isaac and Scott laughed as the late afternoon sun crept in through the window of Isaac's bedroom. Stiles and Derek were out and they had the place to themselves. The grin on Isaac's face couldn't be removed as his nose stroked Scott's cheek and his lips kissed him down his lopsided jaw.

Scott's hands wrapped around his waist as he smiled, savouring the touch. "Why do you always do that?" He asked softly.

"Why not?" He replied, scooting down to his side and reaching up to brush Scott's face with his thumb.

"I don't know, you just seem to like it so much." Scott held his body close with his hands.

"Is it my fault that I love you?" He grinned for a second before realising what had just slipped out of his mouth. "Shit… uh… sorry." He said, pulling his hand back and turning his face away.

"Did you mean that?" Scott asked, grabbing his wrist and holding it against his cheek.

Isaac looked up, his eyes shining and Scott not leaving any room for him to move. "I honestly didn't mean for it to come out."

"But… do you really feel that way?"

Isaac swallowed and gave him a nod. Scott's lips twitched into a small smile as he leant in to press them against Isaac's.

He pulled them back just slightly and opened his eyes to see that Isaac's were still closed. "I think I love you too." His eyes shot open and he searched Scott's face, his heartbeat unfaltering.

He grinned and pulled him in for another kiss, hearing Scott laugh and knowing that he loved him just made everything seem perfect.

As he relived the memory he heard feet climbing the stairs and Scott's scent filled his nostrils. His footsteps got closer until the door gave a little squeak and he was inside, closing it again.

Isaac's back was to him and he didn't move, he didn't roll over, he just lay there hoping that Scott wouldn't notice.

Scott sat down on the edge of the bed and kicked off his shoes, next came his jeans. As he climbed into the bed he looked over to him.

"Isaac?" He bit down on his lip to try not to say anything. "Isaac are you awake?" He said softly.

Isaac let out a sigh and shuffled a little. "Yeah, yeah I'm awake." He whispered.

"Um, do you want to talk?" He said.

Isaac swallowed hard. "In the morning maybe?" He choked.

This time it was Scott's turn to sigh. "Okay." He said.

As he shuffled down to get comfortable Isaac held on to the hope that he would grab him by the waist and pull them together, linking their hands and whispering an 'I love you' in his ear, but he didn't. He found a spot in the sheets and exhaled heavily, their bodies not touching and Isaac knew he wouldn't sleep as he anxiously awaited Scott's words in the morning.

A/N: This is the link to the trailer I made :)

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