Isaac/Scott

Author's Note: Just a reminder, Scott knows nothing about the Alpha pack until the end of the first episode of the third season and I'm sticking to that. I'll also go with the idea that Derek doesn't want Scott to know so Isaac knows not to tell him. I kind of got that feeling from Derek when I watched that episode. Anyway, hope you enjoy.


Isaac didn't stop or slow down to look behind him to see if he was still being chased, but those twin Alphas had spotted him and known immediately what he was. He hadn't stuck around to see if they were friendly. But now he was actually getting tired and worried about how much longer he could run and how much further he could go before they outsmarted.

He'd felt like Superman right after the bite, but he knew now that he could get hurt just like anyone else. Plus, he knew that these Alphas were stronger than him, there were two of them, and they were probably faster than him too. The last part he wasn't sure of, but he kept running as fast as he could as he desperately tried to think of some place to go. Some place to hide because fighting them was a really bad idea.

But he had this feeling that running right back to Derek's place wouldn't be a good idea, either. So he decided to head for the only other place he could think of, Scott's house. He just really hoped it didn't turn into a big brawl in Scott's living room. Even though Mrs. McCall knew about werewolves it would be kind of hard to explain and he'd feel really bad about it.

When he got there, he stopped for a second to look around and tried to catch the scent of the Alphas chasing him. But he couldn't smell, see, or hear them. Which was a relief for all of two seconds because while them not being nearby was nice, it meant he had no clue where they were and he wasn't eager to get jumped by two Alphas in the middle of the night. So he climbed into the window of Scott's room, feeling a little relieved that Scott wasn't right there because that would have been awkward.

He closed the window, panting heavily from his unexpected marathon, and decided to sit down next to the bed as he calmed down. He felt absolutely no shame in being scared of those Alphas and he was hoping that his scent, if he really had gotten away from them, would get masked by those of Scott and his mother. Unfortunately if it did work he would never be sure if it was just because those Alphas had given up or if it was a worthwhile trick. He kind of hoped it would be the latter.

But just in case he hadn't given those twin Alphas the slip, he pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Derek to let him know what was going on. Then he put his phone away and looked at the wound on his arm. One of the Alphas had gotten him with their claws, but thankfully only the once because it wasn't healing as fast as usual. He hissed as he ripped his sleeve off and pressed it on the gashes.


Scott woke with a start, groaning as he sat up on the couch. It took him a moment or two of being really annoyed by the television before he really came to his senses. When he did, he turned it off right away and checked the time, letting out another groan at seeing that it was now past midnight. He really hadn't meant to be asleep on the couch this late and knew he should head to his room before his mom got back from work.

He started getting up from the couch, but stopped when he noticed something that shouldn't be there. He could smell blood and hear someone panting heavily. But the strangest thing about it was that it was coming from his room and knew there hadn't been anyone else in the house when he fell asleep. He quickly checked his phone to make sure no one had texted to let him know they were coming over. No one had.

So he cautiously went back to his room, tense and with claws out just in case, to open the door and see Isaac sitting there, curled up against his bed and one of his arms were bloody, "Isaac! What are you doing here? Are you hurt?"

Isaac watched him as he entered the room and came down to eye level, but Isaac didn't say anything. Scott could tell that Isaac was trying to think of something to say, but not coming up with anything and he wasn't in much of a mood to wait with Isaac still bleeding as he sat there. That part confused him a lot and scared him as well because werewolves were supposed to heal very quickly.

"Did someone attack you?"

Hearing the worry in Scott's voice seemed to get Isaac to speak, but Scott wasn't satisfied when the other werewolf just said, "Don't worry about it, Scott. I'll be fine. Really. Just, would you mind if I stayed here tonight?"

Scott couldn't believe that Isaac was downplaying his injury, "But you're not fine! You're still bleeding and werewolves don't stay hurt this long. Did something happen with Derek?"

Isaac quickly shook his head, "No, nothing happened with Derek. Look, its not that bad, really. I've gone through worse with my dad. If I can just stay over for the night, that'd be great."

Briefly, Scott wondered if Isaac had gotten into another bad relationship, except this time with Derek hurting him instead of Isaac's dad doing it, but he dismissed that thought. He knew Derek wouldn't hurt his pack if he could avoid it and Isaac wouldn't have done anything to get Derek angry enough to hurt him. Which made him wonder what was going on that would cause an injured Isaac to come to his room without telling him beforehand. But he ignored that for now, since Isaac clearly didn't want to talk about it, and focused on Isaac's injury.

"Let me see that."

Isaac blinked, surprised, then silently took his hand off his arm, allowing Scott to see four slashes. Just like a werewolf. But he reminded himself not to get worked up about knowing what caused this, no matter how much he wanted to know and he really wanted to know who had hurt Isaac. Instead he got up and headed for the bathroom, telling Isaac there was a first aid kit there since his wounds weren't healing at the usual speed.

As he retrieved the kit, he also tried not to think about those words that Isaac had spoken while trying to reassure Scott. He'd said his dad had done worse to him, which was kind of bone chilling to Scott because he'd seen the Lahey house but it made him wonder how bad it had really been. That thought made him want to protect Isaac as much as he could because Isaac had gone through way too much pain already and yet he was still a good guy to be around. He was even nicer than Jackson and Jackson had had loving (if adoptive) parents.

So he focused on bandaging Isaac's wound while Isaac looked on silently until it was finished, at which point he quietly said, "Thank you."

Scott looked up at him and nodded easily, "Don't mention it. But you're not going to tell me how this happened?"

Isaac shook his head stubbornly, but his tone was apologetic, "No, I'm not."

He let out a sigh and decided not to push it in the hope that Isaac would open up on his own, which probably wouldn't happen but he could cling to hope, "Alright. You can stay in here with me. I'd rather not have to explain to my mom why you showed up without me letting her know you were coming."

Isaac let out a relieved sigh and stood while Scott went to put the first aid kit back, "Thanks, really. But … should I just sleep on the floor? I feel like I'm intruding on you."

Scott wasn't exactly sure how to respond to that because while Isaac was intruding a bit, he had obviously been hurt, and now he was trying to avoid inconveniencing Scott any further. It was nice of Isaac to be thinking of that, but Scott didn't want to make the other werewolf uncomfortable if he could help it. He just hoped that things wouldn't get awkward with his mom in the morning.

"No, the bed's big enough for two. I mean, neither of us are fat or anything. Just … uh, don't try anything."

Isaac snorted and looked away, but not before Scott saw him grinning, "Like what? Sleeping together wasn't my idea."

And then Scott was gaping and hurried to say, "I didn't mean it like that!"

But Isaac's grin turned into a broad smile and Scott had the distinct feeling that Isaac was trying hard not to laugh at him, "Of course not. Don't worry, I'll behave as long as you do."

Scott put his hands over his face to cover his blush because his mind started going in that direction for a brief second before he put a firm stop to that and groaned, "I'm actually getting a little worried now."

When he was confident he wasn't blushing anymore he looked up to see that Isaac wasn't looking at him anymore, instead at the books in his room and he got the feeling that there was a kind of respectfulness in that, and when Isaac spoke all he said was, "Sorry. Best behavior, promise."

Scott let out a relieved sigh, grateful that Isaac knew when to stop. A few minutes later they were both in bed and Isaac must have been tired because he fell asleep in seconds. Scott couldn't help but feel a little bit awkward about it. He was starting to really look at Isaac every time he saw him and having Isaac in the same bed just made it worse. But he pushed his growing attraction for the taller werewolf down because now was not the time and let his mind wander through the possibilities of what might have caused Isaac to show up at his house with a bloody, slow-healing wound. Before he knew, he was fast asleep.