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Two-Pack II
Scott hauled himself tiredly into the house, feeling rather glad his mother was doing a late shift at the hospital, if she had caught him coming in at this time, Alpha or not, she'd have killed him. As it was, he was only going to have to deal with a disgruntled boyfriend which was bad enough since he'd been gone for hours.
After saving Derek from the hunter, who had been promptly whisked away and sent to the main prison (which was now filled with alarming numbers of those of the Callavera clan much to Scott's concern) he had been kept back by the appalled warden who was shocked that someone had broken into the prison with the intention of killing Derek, and as such he and the twins had endured a fair bit of questioning about why they had been there. However he was apparently convinced by these explanations, and was already promising to put Mikaela forward for promotion for trusting her instincts, and was writing to the sheriff to commend Parrish and to see if they could get the boys citizenship medals bless him.
While the twins had been questioned, Scott had finally been able to catch a few minutes to talk to Derek, which was a blessing. Ever since he had been locked in here, they'd hardly seen him and as such Scott had largely been going it alone. True the twins, Aiden in particular, were very eager to help but there was some stuff they just didn't know. Scott had assuaged their disappointment by saying it was to be expected, they weren't like Ennis and Kali, they had been the Omegas who had killed the Alpha as opposed to vice versa, hence it was understandable that they didn't know some stuff.
They needed to get Derek out of there. Haigh, the new deputy who was persecuting Derek with a fiery vengeance and seriously pissing off Parrish, who had become quite fond of Derek recently, said that it wouldn't be long till the trial came about, which would at least get the ball moving. But there were still so many mysteries surrounding this, and Scott didn't like it one little bit.
While he knew in his heart that Derek hadn't killed those hunters and had been very well framed, he knew nothing else that could help, hell, he would feel better if he could even find the memory in Derek's head but the entire thing was missing, that entire time period was just a blank slate and none of them knew how they were going to fix it.
And as a result, Derek, who may have been quite a poor Alpha, was nevertheless a good source of advice, and to Scott's slight amusement he had become a sort of big brother to him, and to be frank, he kind of missed having the brooding, sulking former Alpha around.
And besides, he was getting seriously worried that one of his pack was trapped in prison and they could do nothing to get him out, and tonight had proved that no matter how strong Derek was, they couldn't escape the fact that he was a rat in a trap in here, which put him in a lot of danger. And that danger got even worse when you considered that virtually all of the Callavera clan was now in the same prison and only a couple of cell blocks away from him.
That particular thought wasn't very reassuring.
Scott did however muse on the conversation he had had with Derek in the prison as he kicked off his feet and considered which room Isaac might be in and began the long walk up the stairs towards his boyfriend who would hopefully be nice and warm. Who was he kidding, he would be freezing as usual and it would be up to him to cuddle up to him to warm him up. What a nuisance, he thought with a grin.
"Alastair? Yeah I've heard of him, nice bloke, good with kids." Derek commented and Scott grinned a little.
"Yeah we gathered that since they were determined not to let any of us near them." He said wryly, and Derek quirked an eyebrow in amusement.
"Are you telling me you'd let Stiles near a kid?" he asked and Scott snorted in amusement, that was a good point, you wouldn't know who was babysitting who.
"Point. Are you ok?" he asked, his warm eyes looking at Derek worryingly.
Derek sighed, looking bored and worried.
"Well, yeah. Actually that guy trying to kill me broke up the monotony nicely, I'm frustrated, and bored. And..."
"You didn't do it." Scott intoned, and Derek looked at him curiously, a slight smile on his face.
"What makes you so sure?" he asked and Scott shrugged.
"I just know you didn't. You're being framed, and that Braeden girl is trying to help too," he said, noticing the slightly pleased expression that flickered over Derek's face as he told him that, "we know you were framed. We just don't know how to explain it or how to get you out of this, but we are working on it, I promise." He explained and Derek patted his shoulder slightly.
"Thanks Scott. Have you had any sign of Peter yet?" he asked darkly, his eyes narrowed as he mentioned his less than trustworthy uncle, and Scott shook his head grimly.
"No, we haven't seen him in weeks, not since, well you know." Scott said worriedly, tailing off and avoiding mentioning what had happened then.
Derek made a thoughtful noise, and he looked at Scott, his brow furrowed.
"Did you-?" he began and Scott's nod cut him off.
"Yep, I called Cora, she says she hasn't seen or heard from him either. Isaac called Argent and asked him to have a look too, but even he says he hasn't had any luck." He replied, and Derek looked grim.
"Whatever he's up to...just be careful. Even with the oompah loompahs out there to protect you, he's still dangerous." He warned, and Scott nodded, while vowing to himself never to tell the twins of how they were just referred to.
"I do remember. But we have another problem." Scott said and Derek groaned.
"Ugh, I'm in prison, Peter's MIA, you're attracting trouble like a magnet, what next?" he asked and Scott sighed.
"Gerard. He's vanished." He said darkly, and Derek's eyes widened in alarm.
Unlike Peter, who the vast majority of the pack only knew to be trouble and hadn't lived through it, Gerard was another matter, and even the twins were familiar with him considering it had apparently been one of Deucalion's favourite stories to tell them.
"Are you kidding? Since when?" he demanded, but the troubled look on Scott's face was more than enough to answer that question.
"Argent's looking for him too. But it gets better. Wherever he went, he apparently walked out. His wheelchair was still in his room, with a large hole in it that makes it look like it got stabbed." Scott informed him and Derek's eyes widened in alarm.
"Wait, he walked out?" he demanded and Scott nodded, looking supremely annoyed.
"Looks that way. We're looking but we haven't had any luck, and Argent hasn't either." He explained, knowing full well what Gerard's disappearance could mean.
Trouble.
"Scott..." Derek began but before he could go any further, one of the guards came up and told Derek he was being taken back to his cell, and Derek scowled, looking annoyed, and Scott wondered if he was pushing his luck asking for a few more minutes.
But as they started shoving Derek away, Derek looking frustrated, a tiny bit of fear emanating off him as they led him away, and Scott bit his lip.
"We're going to fix this Derek. I promise." He vowed as the door slammed shut, once again trapping his Beta in prison for something he knew he hadn't done, trapping him with an army of hunters who would like nothing more than to kill him for the crime he was accused of.
Scott frowned as he looked between the two bedrooms, which one was Isaac in? Smelling the scent that was his boyfriend he opened the door to his own bedroom to see Isaac sitting cross legged on the bed, still wearing his jeans and black tshirt and Scott grinned, kneeling in front of him and tilting his head up to kiss him, Isaac kissing back softly.
"Hey, is Derek alright?" he asked as Scott sat beside him and leaned his head on his shoulder.
"Yeah he is, well, he's bored as hell. We need to get him out of there honey, you realise all the Callaveras are all in there with him now?" he asked, and Isaac nodded, pressing a kiss to Scott's temple.
"Yeah, the only reason he's safe is that he's in solitary. I've been trying to find anything that can help since I came home, but there's nothing. I even looked for a couple of lawyers but, well do we know if Derek has any savings?" he asked hopefully, and Scott shrugged.
"Probably as much as we have." Scott lamented, and Isaac sagged a little which made Scott sit up and stroke his cheek softly.
"Hey..." he chided and Isaac sighed a little but moved on.
Scott wasn't quite as convinced that he had though. Ever since he had started working at the coffee shop he had been trying to convince Melissa to take some money for keeping him but she wasn't having any of it. Scott knew he felt guilty about living with them and wanted to help out, but he didn't listen when both of them told them that he did more than enough around the house to help out. He also hated that everything his father had left him (unwillingly but as Camden was dead he was the sole beneficiary) he couldn't get until he was twenty one, and hence couldn't even give any of that to Melissa not that she would take any of it anyway.
While Isaac was concerned with not being able to pay money back, it wasn't just him. The entire pack was struggling with money at the moment. The house was old and falling apart, his mother having gotten it from her grandmother, and needed some major work and repairs done to it before it all came down around their ears. The car could also do with being replaced but obviously that wasn't going to happen any time soon. His mother worked all the hours god sent, and she got alimony and child support from his father but neither of them accounted for much. And between Scott and Isaac, true they both had jobs and had both offered her money to help out but she refused to take it, and even then they didn't make that much, and it would be less in two days time because they wouldn't be able to get any overtime due to being back at school.
Stiles and his father weren't much better, needing to pay the bills from his brain scan and from his brief stay in Eichen House, and with the sheriff's pay having been frozen while he was under investigation by his father (to which he had called his father several rude names upon learning) they too were struggling.
The twins were still staying in the flat Deucalion had rented above Allison's old place, but the rent was only paid for another few months after this one was over, and while the landlady was a kind old dear who rather liked having the two attractive twins in her building and enjoyed their company, they too had little money to spare as they were squirreling it away to try and get another place to live when the rent ran out.
Even Malia had problems due to her also being incarcerated at Eichen House and all the tests and injections she had gotten when she had returned to human form.
Basically, the vast majority of the pack was bankrupt, but that was a problem for another day.
"Did you tell him about Peter and Gerard?" Isaac asked, and Scott nodded.
"Yeah, he was as happy as we are to get those tidings of joy. He's just frustrated." He complained, wishing he could do something else to help Derek.
"We all are. And that Braeden girl has vanished again, no one's seen or heard from her." Isaac complained as he stroked Scott's new hairstyle fondly, and Scott considered that for a moment.
"Maybe no news is good news. But still, I'd rather have Derek out of prison soon. You do realise there's a virtual army of hunters in that prison that are just waiting for the chance to kill him?" Scott asked worriedly, and Isaac could hear the fear beneath his voice, the fear of losing another member of the pack after they had already lost Allison and had nearly lost Aiden.
"Yeah like that's a cheerful thought. Want another? Malia reckons there's something else in the forest, which smells bad, like blood." He told his boyfriend and Scott suppressed a groan.
The last thing they needed was another creature in town, but as a thought occurred to him, he calmed down a little bit.
"She does realise how many people have died in that forest right?" he asked hopefully, and Isaac shrugged.
"I don't know, but she does have the best sense of smell out of all of us, so it might be worth checking out before we go back to school." He reasoned and Scott nodded.
"Alright, we can have a look tomorrow, I really don't fancy going back out tonight. I do however fancy you." Scott said seductively, and kissed Isaac, who moaned a little and allowed Scott to push him back onto the bed, Scott smiling as he held himself above Isaac.
"Scott..." Isaac said teasingly, and Scott kissed him to shut him up, nuzzling him with his nose.
"No you don't, you're staying in here where you belong, with me." He said huskily into Isaac's ear and Isaac stroked his cheek, looking excited and happy, but also kind of pleading.
"Look, it's not the sleeping with you I don't like, far from it. I just don't like having to wake up early and go back into my room before your mom gets home. She's trusting us remember." He reminded him, and Scott did consider that.
When it had become clear that the two of them had fixed their myriad issues and were finally, completely and totally back together, Melissa had sat them down and had set ground rules. Realising she was facing a battle against not only two normal hormonal teenagers, but hormonal teenager werewolves, she had been fairly lenient in her demands but Isaac, as he wasn't the permanent resident, was afraid that if Melissa caught them both at something, or in bed together when they shouldn't be then he would be asked to leave, despite Scott assuring him that if she asked anyone to leave it would probably be him. She had also threatened to take Scott to Deaton and get him neutered which had caused both boys to react differently, Scott more with fear than anything else because she definitely hadn't been kidding, and Isaac with anger, which the very mention of the vet's name seemed to cause now that he knew his complicity in his and Scott's breakup.
"Don't you want to stay with me?" Scott asked in a baby, pouting voice, and Isaac reached up, running his fingers through the back of Scott's hair and he pulled himself up to kiss Scott gently.
"Of course I do, I just don't want to get up so early and go to my own bed where you, well, aren't." He moaned a little, and Scott had to admit, he did see why Isaac was getting a bit fed up of it.
One he didn't like lying (well not really lying but omitting certain truths) from Melissa and was afraid of whatever punishment would occur if she found out the two of them were virtually sleeping together. And two, he didn't like being the one who had to move, and he always struggled to get back to sleep after he went back to his own bed. And what was more, he was always cold and he was having to get up at four or five in the morning in order to get into his own bed before Melissa got home.
Scott leaned back on his haunches and smiled a little at the sad disappointed look Isaac gave him, and Scott then grinned.
"Well, how about we start swapping? Some nights I can come and cuddle you in your own bed, and then you can stay nice and warm and might get back to sleep while I sneak back through here?" he asked hopefully, and Isaac considered it and grinned.
"I can see that working." He purred and stripped his black tshirt off and Scott licked his lip in pleasure as he kissed Isaac, forcing him back down onto the bed, hand stroking over Isaac's bare chest, rubbing down to his stomach and coming to a stop at the top of his jeans.
"You know, your boss is truly the most inspired man I've ever met, deciding that your uniform should be just black because god you look hot in black." He whispered into his ear, and Isaac grinned up at him playfully.
"And he's much better than your boss because him and his wife encourage me to date you." He said happily and then sat up abruptly, making Scott look at him in confusion.
But his confusion evaporated as Isaac pulled Scott's own top off, placing a kiss on Scott's abs with Scott giving a little shudder of pleasure as he did it. Scott then stroked his hand through Isaac's styled dark blond hair, Isaac's hands moving towards Scott's jeans, making a little whimpering noise in his throat, Scott left in no disillusion as to what he was after, grinning and tilting his head back, allowing his boisterous boyfriend to undo his jeans and pull them, and his boxers, down, revealing his cock.
"Huh, it's going to be that way then? Ok, two can play at this game." Scott said, kissing Isaac's neck and as Isaac titled his head back, Scott kissed down his body to his jeans, pulling them off in a flourish, also getting the boxers and grinned cockily at Isaac, who quirked an eyebrow at him.
"Hey, easy on the goods or suffer the wrath of Lydia." He warned, and Scott bowed his head apologetically.
"You know, that shopping trip she took you on is the only reason I've not had a go at her for what she's doing to Aiden." He told him, lying beside him and stroking his hair, as Isaac snuggled into Scott's chest, kissing it as he did so.
"That's a shame on Aiden. Besides, I didn't think you liked the clothes she helped me buy." He said mischievously, and Scott looked at him in surprise.
"What makes you think that?"
"Oh I don't know, maybe the fact that you're always trying to get them off me." Isaac replied with a cocky grin and Scott nodded.
"Huh, that's a good point. I like them on you too though. We need to cheer Aiden up." He mused, and Isaac scowled.
"Yeah by kicking Lydia right up the-"
"Not that. I'll think of something. Hey, tomorrow's the last day of the holidays, how can we spend it?" Scott asked excitedly, and Isaac kissed him, stroking his cheek with his thumb.
"However you want, but only in the afternoon. Stiles and I are doing something in the morning." He told him, and Scott let out a low, playful growl.
"He's what?" he demanded and Isaac sighed in amusement.
"It was the Nogitsune! Let it go! He was possessed and I was in the process of being possessed. Besides," he said, kissing Scott, his tongue slipping into Scott's mouth gently, "it's you I love." He told him and that seemed to mollify Scott, who then affected a pout.
"Well what are you pair doing?" he asked, and Isaac grinned.
"Well it's simple, he and I are plotting to kill you, take over the pack and become the rulers of Beacon Hills." He said with an evil grin and Scott poked him in the chest.
"Hmm, interesting plan, but two things, one, what do you do with mom, and two, who warms you up at night?" he asked teasingly, and Isaac nuzzled him.
"Simple, she becomes the royal mother by default and lives in security for the rest of her days, and I get a dog!" he said brightly and Scott laughed.
"Ask a silly question. What are you doing?" he asked, and Isaac grinned maddeningly.
"You need to wait and see, you'll find out tomorrow." He told him, and Scott, genuinely interested now, looked at him curiously.
"Is this a surprise I'll like?" he asked hopefully, and Isaac looked hesitant.
"I hope so." He said nervously, which truly did arouse Scott's curiosity.
"Huh, interesting. You know, Ethan's taught me a few ways of making people talk!" he said suggestively, and Isaac grinned smugly.
"He also taught me how to resist such techniques." He boasted, and Scott pinned Isaac, hanging over him, and he kissed Isaac's jaw.
"Well, let's see who he taught best then shall we?" he asked as Isaac protested in amusement as Scott began his interrogation.
XX
The Oni turned as one, their evil yellow eyes glowing and he watched in horror as one embedded its sword in Allison's stomach, her surprised gasp signifying the end of her life. The demon pulled the sword from her as she toppled to the floor, her painted fingers twitching then going still as the life was snuffed out of her.
There was then a furious roar as the twins leapt from the room of the internment camp, landing and bodily throwing the two Oni closest to the fallen huntress, but before they could do anything to help, Aiden's eyes widened in shock and pain, flickering blue as an Oni stabbed him right through the chest, Ethan screaming as his brother fell face first, bleeding out, his black blood staining Allison's pale white hand.
There was a scream and he watched in horror as a frantic Lydia tried to escape from another Oni, who sliced her tendons dropping her to the floor, but she wasn't to be deterred, trying to crawl away but the demon simply stabbed her right through the back, pinning her in place, her pale face looking at him helplessly.
An aggrieved cry came from behind him and he span in time to see the Oni dispatch Chris with a vicious cut right through the chest, Derek trying to protect him, but they came at him from both sides, four demons using the older wolf as a pincushion and stabbing him repeatedly, his beaten body topping to the ground.
Ethan was trying to raise his brother but a demon then smoked into existence behind him and as Ethan begged Aiden to move, the demon sliced across Ethan's neck, dropping his lifeless body onto his brother's, blood gushing from the wound.
Two roars then echoed and he could see Isaac rushing to defend his fallen packmates, Scott right behind him, Kira appearing from nowhere, her sword at the ready. An Oni smoked in front of her, raising its sword and she barely blocked it, the demon forcing her back, the kitsune defending wildly, Scott stopping and heading to save her, but he was too late as the Oni knocked the blade away and stabbed her right in the stomach, then slashed outwards, Kira dead before she reached the floor.
Scott rushed towards her but he then stopped, turning in alarm to see an Oni thrust a sparking cable into Isaac's back, Scott screaming in terror as Isaac shuddered and screamed as he was electrocuted, sparks flying all around him, his skin glowing blue and his eyes rolled back as his smoking body dropped to the floor in a heap.
Scott then leapt towards the demon who killed his boyfriend only to land right on its sword, and gurgled in pain, before the demon pulled the blade from him and slashed his head, Scott's body dropping to the floor.
He wanted to scream, this couldn't be happening, and all of the pack's dead staring eyes turned to him as one, and Allison looked at him, her unseeing eyes boring deep into his soul.
"This is you, you did this, you killed us!" she screeched and he screamed in denial, blubbering weak pathetic apologies, after all, they were dead because of him, what could he do to make this better?
"We died for you!" Aiden snarled, as he and his brother's dead gazes were levelled at him in accusation.
"All of us, for what?" Lydia demanded, blood coming from her mouth.
"For you, a weak human who doesn't do anything?" Derek growled, black blood running from his mouth and eye sockets.
"Why couldn't it have been you?" Isaac, eyes white, demanded.
"You got us all killed Stiles, come on, join us, feel our pain!" Scott insisted and as his dead friends got to their feet, all of them grasping towards him, he screamed, panicking.
"STILES!" a voice yelled in his ear and with a jolt he woke up to see Malia hanging over him, sweat running off of him, tears streaming from his eyes, his entire body shaking as he tried to remind himself that he was back in reality.
"Malia? Where did you come from?" he croaked, and she looked towards the window which she had obviously climbed in through, his entire body still shaking.
"Where do you think? Are you ok?" she asked, and he nodded weakly, shivering.
Malia looked at her boyfriend, his form shaking, clearly terrified, his skin pale, tears streaming from his eyes and she just sat beside him, waiting until he was ready to talk to her as his body shook and he took deep breaths to try and get himself back under control.
When she and Stiles had first started going out, they had avoided talking about everything that had happened, other than what they had done in Eichen House. But as time went on, Stiles had started telling her some of the stuff it had made him do, the guilt it had caused him, the things he had done to Lydia, to Scott, to Isaac. She had learned that he couldn't be rushed, and that if he wanted, if he needed, to talk to her then he would, and until then, she just had to wait till he was ready.
"It was the same dream." He said, his voice shaking as she held his hand and she raised it to her mouth, kissing it gently.
"It's just a dream though." She said softly, stroking his hand and he shook his head.
"But it's the same, every night I watch as everyone in the pack gets killed because of me, just like Allison did. It's my fault she's dead." He mumbled, not looking at her and she kneeled in front of him, taking his face in her hands, and then started running one through his messy highlighted hair.
"You do remember who I am right? The girl who transformed and killed her sister and her mother when my mom crashed the car when I kind of ripped her apart? Stiles...why do you think I became a coyote? I was eight years old, and every night I saw myself ripping apart my mother, pulling at my dead sister to try and get her out the car. It...dulled it, being a coyote, well, the images weren't in colour anymore, they were kind of toned down. With what happened to you, I'm not surprised you have nightmares. You were used as a puppet, you had no control, and because of the Nogitsune and Kira's mother, you got caught up with the Oni. I never really met her, but I'm pretty sure Allison wouldn't want you to blame yourself. No one else does." She told him, and Stiles looked at her, as if he was going to snap at her, looking angry, but then his expression softened and he leaned in and kissed her.
"Thanks. I know you're right, it's just..."
"You're insane, like Isaac said!" she said brightly, and Stiles gave her a mock scowl.
"I told you not to hang out with him, he plots against me." He told her and she purred, stroking her hand up his bare chest, cocking her head curiously.
"And you don't plot against anyone? You're a saint?" she asked playfully, wrapping her arms around his body and Stiles moaned in pleasure as she did it, though whimpered a little as he felt her claws growing.
Yeah, had to teach her to control that, his back was covered in scratches. She was pushy in bed too, but well, that wasn't so bad.
"Oh yes, see, I'm the generally nice, down to earth kind of guy." He said, kissing her neck and pulling her down as he laid back into the bed, pushing all thoughts of the nightmare out of his head.
"I seem to remember you being a little crazy." She challenged, and Stiles kissed her, hand bunching in her hair and he grinned at her, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"Yeah well so are you. Besides, we fell for each other, so we're both clearly nutters. You going to tell me how you got in here?" he asked, and she looked at him as if he were crazy.
"I climbed up the drain pipe then came in the window like I usually do how else?" she asked, and he kissed her brow, running his hand through her hair.
"And what were you doing here?" he asked suspiciously, his eyes smouldering in amusement.
"Well, I wanted you. I wanted to have sex with you but you were having a nightmare." She said frankly and Stiles was glad it was dark, even though she could see it, as he was blushing.
"Sweetie, remember that talk we had about being a little too frank?" he asked, and she pouted.
"So I shimmy up the drain pipe, come into your bedroom, stop you having a nightmare, see your nice body and you don't want to have sex?" she complained, and he kissed her nose.
"I never said that, I just said you don't need to announce it as much." He said seductively, and started pulling off her clothes, the nightmare gone...but not forgotten.
XX
Isaac jerked awake, shivering. Some times when he slept with Scott, his dreams were much better. Other nights, like this one, all his mind seemed to want to do was replay Allison's murder right in front of his eyes yet again. Scowling, he pulled himself out from Scott's grasp, Scott moaning a little as he did so, and Isaac picked up the dressing gown Scott had given him when he first moved in, wrapped it around himself and headed into Scott's shower room, standing in front of the mirror, running the water gently so as not to wake his boyfriend, and he splashed some water in his face, wrapping the dressing gown tight around his bare chest to stave off the cold.
Some nights really were better than others. He had gotten to the stage where the dreams about Allison's death were the exception rather than the norm, but tonight, they seemed determined to haunt him all night.
He had loved her. At the time he had been so messed up, torn between his feelings for her and for Scott that he hadn't actually realised it until it was too late. He did love her. He hadn't thought he had, he thought he only loved Scott, but...now that she was gone it was kind of obvious that he did love her. And he had never told her. After, well after it, after her dying to save his worthless life, he had never had the chance to tell her that he loved her too, just like he loved Scott.
He couldn't get that image out of his head, he was trapped, about to die when she had shot the Oni about to kill him, destroying it, saving his life in the process. He had turned towards her, only to be able to watch helplessly as another demon ran her through with its sword, murdering her right in front of him.
She had died for him, and he so wasn't worth that.
Whether he'd been woken by his absence, his own body getting cold, some other bodily function or was in some way mysteriously alerted to the fact that his boyfriend was crying silently, Scott was then behind him and was wrapping him in his arms tenderly, hushing him as he held him, his hand stroking gently through Isaac's hair.
"I'm sorry." Isaac whispered into Scott's bare shoulder, and Scott pressed a kiss to his temple as he held his boyfriend.
"I miss her too." Scott whispered into his ear and Isaac pulled away from him, shaking his head.
"I'm sorry. It's been three months and I still...I thought it would be better by now." He complained and Scott looked at him with such tenderness that Isaac felt his heart melt a little.
"Isaac...she meant so much, to all of us, to both of us! You don't need to apologise for missing her. I miss her too. I still do." He assured him, but Isaac turned away, and Scott suddenly had an inkling he knew what this was really about.
"I know you miss her, you and Lydia most of all miss her. You aren't still crying about her, you're sad yeah but it's not..." Isaac began and Scott gently wrapped his arm around Isaac's stomach, feeling his cold skin beneath his dressing gown as he leaned his chin on Isaac's shoulder.
"I am." He whispered into his ear and Isaac's slightly red eyes looked into the mirror to see Scott's kind chocolate brown ones smouldering on his shoulder.
"Huh?"
Scott looked at him sadly, his hand rubbing up and down his back wearily.
"I'm not dealing with it any better than you are. I have the dreams about her too. I see her, every night, and I hear her every night. All of it, everything. I remember holding her as she died Isaac. I'm still just as much of a mess about her dying as you are. I miss her too. I've got the nightmares, and you're not the only one who can't keep it together in the middle of the night." Scott whispered, and Isaac looked at his boyfriend in the mirror, realisation dawning on him.
"Those nights you disappear to the toilet for ages..." he whispered, and Scott nodded slowly.
"Yeah." He confirmed, not meeting Isaac's eyes and Isaac took his hand and kissed it.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked and Scott reached around and used his thumb to wipe away the last of Isaac's tears.
"I figured you had enough to deal with without knowing I'm as much of a basket case as you are." He said with a rueful smile and Isaac leaned his head back, Scott laying his forehead against his.
"Idiot. I miss her." He whispered and Scott nodded, his eyes closed as he leaned his forehead against Isaac's.
"I know. I do too." He said softy, his arms wrapped around Isaac's waist.
The two of them stood there silently for a while before Scott stirred, disturbing Isaac.
"Come on, come back to bed, and then we can get some more sleep before you sneak back into your own room." He said, taking Isaac's hand and leading him back to bed, both of their minds still focused on their lost loved one.
XX
Isaac smirked as he heard Scott singing 'Little Talks' to himself (Isaac's favourite song) as he was in the shower. Yeah, this sneaking back into his own room thing was a drag, but still...it did make it slightly better knowing it was Scott he was sleeping with, he felt, well better about everything when he was sleeping with him.
He pulled on one of his few remaining long sleeved tshirts (between the Alphas and the Oni his wardrobe hadn't escaped unscathed) that he had left from moving her. He smiled fondly as he looked into the wardrobe, seeing the vastly needed collection of clothes that Lydia had taken him shopping for, ably assisted by Danny and Ethan (who did admit that some of Isaac's clothes being wrecked was kind of his fault). There had been an ulterior motive to going on that shopping trip however. One, Lydia had needed a break from her endless campaign to get Malia to wear shoes, a war she was surely losing as the girl remained reluctant to ever put anything on her feet. He also seriously had needed new clothes, and besides, all of them needed to take their minds off, well everything.
But Isaac, with Scott's agreement, had been trying to get Lydia to open up on why she was being the way she was with Aiden.
Lydia had changed. Allison's murder at the hand of the Oni while the entire pack had been on a mission to save her from the clutches of the Nogitsune had had a severe effect on her, they all knew that, they all understood it. Ever since Allison had died, it was like she had slightly returned to form. Formerly the bitchy queen bee who cared only about popularity, her increasing involvement with the supernatural had brought out the kind, caring, strong side that no one, expect perhaps Jackson and Stiles, had suspected until then. But recently...
It wasn't like she was pulling away, she remained perfectly friendly, and even kind and sweet with most of them. But, it was like there was an extra layer there now, an armour that was frigid and cold, an armour that she didn't want anyone to get past.
And she wanted Aiden to get past it the least of all.
All that time he had been in hospital and she hadn't been to see him once, she hadn't talked to him, hadn't even asked Ethan or any of the other pack members (heck even Malia visited him and she had never even met him before, but considering Stiles had been there the same time and they had vanished for quite some time that might not have been purely a mercy mission) about him, but yet when he had gotten out of hospital, she had been right there at the twins apartment and quickly made Aiden forget he was kind of hurt and angry with her, but since then, she had been pulling away from him, leaving a confused and angry Aiden wondering just what it was he had done to upset her and was clueless how to fix it.
Stiles however reckoned she was more at fault than he was, something which no one else had contradicted.
So, while Isaac and his eager accomplices (Danny and Ethan (though Ethan was more concerned with stopping her from hurting his twin in case it brought out his murderous impulses again, he was already spending worrying amounts of time playing Grand Theft Auto V and going on rampages through the game as it was since he wasn't killing real people)) had failed to learn anymore as to why Lydia was keeping them all and Aiden in particular at arm's length, they had had a successful shopping trip nonetheless.
While Scott had stayed with Aiden (on his mother's orders, just to make sure Aiden had really healed properly) and had been joined by Kira in order to play video games (something both boys regretted as she had schooled them royally), the rest of the pack had embarked upon their shopping trip.
Stiles had asked Danny and Ethan for some advice and had disappeared, and when he had returned he had had the golden highlights in his hair, to which they all approved, well they assumed Malia did as she had leapt into his arms and had kissed him boisterously, Stiles moaning in slight protest then enjoyment. Eventually it was only Ethan forcibly separating them that had prevented them from getting thrown out.
Lydia, restored to her kingdom, had then led the entire pack, to Danny's despair, clothes shopping, and once more acting as the big sister he had never wanted, she had pried Isaac from the clutches of Danny and Ethan and had also pried away Malia, leaving the two young lovers to deal with a slightly bummed Stiles.
He and Malia had fun however together, firstly watching Lydia's increasing desperation as she tried to convince Malia to at least try on a pair of shoes. Malia however had remained stubbornly defiant and in the end, beaten and knowing it, Lydia had flounced off to try some perfumes while Isaac and Malia laughed at her impotence.
However, determined to at least make up for one loss, she had then turned her attentions to Isaac, leaving him trapped in her clutches and wishing vaguely he could escape and check out the game and comic shop, but one steely look from her had warned him against that idea and so he had gone with her in relative good grace, a barefoot and cheerful Malia following them while sniffing around hopefully for a sign of Stiles and the others.
All in all, it wasn't as bad as it could have been, he found a couple of pairs of shoes (which was handy since he had gotten his job a week and a half later), some more jeans and trousers, and some long sleeved tshirts and some normal shirts. It was only when Lydia was distracted by a type of lipstick that she liked being on deal that he had managed to find the thing that had made the entire trip worth it.
Scarf necked tops.
Scarves. Ready built, into a top.
The most awesome thing ever.
So what, he liked scarves, he didn't care.
Let loose and left to his own devices, he was actually quite successful. It was only the sounds of Stiles berating Lydia that had drawn him back to the others, hands filled with numerous scarf necked tops and a few more scarves (you could never have too many scarves) and upon seeing Isaac, Stiles had immediately berated her all the more, telling her that letting him get away from her when they were so close to anything to do with scarves was a fatal error and was like giving a kid the keys to the candy store, trying to ignore Danny, Malia and Ethan laughing at him.
However, despite the success of the shopping trip and the genuinely good feeling he got from hanging out with Ethan and Danny, they were still no closer to finding out why Lydia was being the way she was being, and it was very annoying.
As he considered which scarf he should wear, there was a knock at the door and a tired Melissa came in, yawning.
"Morning honey." She said, looking tired and wan.
"Morning. What's up?" he asked cheerfully, pulling his dark green scarf out of his closet.
"I need you to move out." She said, while stifling another yawn, and Isaac felt the bottom drop out of his stomach as he turned to her in shock.
She knew, she had to know, and she'd had enough, she wanted him gone, but where could he go, Derek was in prison, and he needed a legal guardian, and Scott was here, he couldn't leave Scott, not now when they were going so good. He thought they had been at least getting away with it but she had known and now she wanted him out of the house, she wanted him gone, he had started to think...she had said she loved him, but now she wanted him gone, was sleeping with Scott that bad that she wanted him gone completely?
"I'm sorry! What did I do wrong, I'm sorry, I won't do it again..." he babbled, and Melissa looked at him in confusion before her sleep deprived brain kicked into gear and it clicked.
"Oh no! No no no no! Calm down sweetie, ok, deep breath, calm down!" she begged as he seemed close to having a panic attack, "please try to calm down, he can smell your mood at fifty yards and he will kill me! I don't mean I want you to move out the house, I just need you to move out of this room!" she explained, and he took a shuddering breath as she rubbed circles on his back to calm him down.
"Really?" he asked hopefully, and she smiled wearily.
"Yeah, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have sprung that on you like that, you were bound to think the worst. I don't want you to move out, partly because I can't face Scott being totally miserable all the time," she admitted, and he grinned a little, "but I do need you to move out of this room." She explained, and he nodded, looking around at the various amounts of stuff he had accumulated the last few months.
"Um, ok, but why? And where am I suppose to go?" he asked, and she gave him a shrewd smile.
"Isaac Lahey, you and I both know that this bed here," she said, only half stern, nodding at the bed he was meant to sleep in, "has hardly been slept in since you and Scott got back together."
Isaac felt himself going pink.
"Oh...you know about that?" he asked in shock and she smiled.
"How do you think I hid boys from my mother? That tricks even older than she is buster. Anyway, yes I know." She confirmed and Isaac laughed nervously.
"Um...if you know then why didn't-?" he mumbled and she gave him a coy look.
"Well, I was working under the theory that if I keep my mouth shut you'll do the same." She told him and he grinned.
Yeah that could work.
"Deal. Besides...I kind of want to see how long it will take Scott to figure it out without my help. Malia's the same with Stiles. I mean, we expect it from Scott but surely Stiles would have noticed you and his dad are dating?" he asked, and she smiled enigmatically.
"I think Malia's been keeping him occupied. Anyway, my mother's coming for a visit so I kind of need this room." She explained, and he did look satisfied by that explanation.
"Oh, ok. But where am I?" he began, and she sighed a little.
"Like I said, this bed has hardly been slept in. Now I know I'm going to sound like an irresponsible parent, but I thought you could move into Scott's room for a while, just while mom's here. How does that sound?" she asked and he beamed.
"Awesome, deal." He said cheerfully but she raised a finger at him.
"But hey, same rules still apply. No monkey business. You can bunk with him though while she's here ok?" she asked, and he nodded, meekly.
"Sure, got it." He said politely and she petted his cheek.
"You're a good boy. And let's face it, we both know you're the one at least trying to play by the rules. Keep it up ok, no funny business, but yes, you can stay with him while mom's here, then you can move back in here. Somehow I doubt he'll disapprove." She lamented and he grinned, and he hugged her before she got to her feet.
"You're awesome." He whispered and she hugged him back fiercely.
"I know I am. Alright, can you two hop it once you've cleared your stuff out of here so I can get some sleep?" she asked hopefully and he nodded.
"Course. And don't worry, your secret is safe with me." He assured her and she smiled a little.
"And I will continue to pretend I know nothing. Thanks honey." She said and left the room.
It wasn't until she was in her own bed, about to doze off when it hit her how absurd the entire thing was. She had already had two horny young loved up werewolves who were hopelessly in love with each other in the same house, and here she was putting them in the same room.
"I must be crazy." She complained as she beat her pillow into a decent shape and curled up to go to sleep.
XX
Peter opened the door to his apartment, the smell of must and dust somehow smelling like victory. Three months it had been since he had last set foot in Beacon Hills, and all this time he had been planning for this moment, and it was finally time to return here and begin fresh.
He had everything he needed, power, allies and the weapons he needed to assure his victory.
He had the things he needed to rip apart Scott's pack. The little true Alpha pup wasn't fit to be an Alpha, and now he was in the position to end it.
After all...he was always the Alpha.
Smirking to himself, he crossed to his dresser and pulled open the cabinet, fetching himself a bottle of malt.
After all, he was celebrating.
Celebrating his return to being an Alpha.
XX
"Scott thinks we're up to something." Isaac commented as they sat in the tattoo parlour, and Stiles, who had been trying to doze off, sent him a dirty look.
"You didn't tell him what we were doing did you? I mean if he thinks I so much as look at you funny he'll kick my ass from here to next year." He complained and Isaac sighed patiently.
"Will you give it a rest? He's fine ok? And besides, Melissa distracted him, his grandmother's coming." He informed him as he flicked curiously through the tattoo magazines.
Stiles perked up as he heard this, looking at Isaac curiously.
"Really? Which one, Melissa's mother or his dads?" he asked, the last one sounding distinctly unpleasant.
"Melissa's why?" he asked and Stiles grinned.
"Awesome, nanna McCall coming to visit, you'll love her." He told him, but to his surprise, Isaac looked slightly nervous.
"Yeah well, I'm not so sure she'll love me, after all, I'm kind of sleeping with her grandson." He said worriedly, and Stiles chuckled and patted Isaac's knee.
"You don't need to worry buddy, she won't give a shit. She never does. She took Scott and I shopping with her once when we were fourteen, we met Danny, it was just after Danny came out, Scott blurted it out as usual, and she took him shopping too since she reckoned he looked kind of down, didn't give a shit. She did blame Jackson though for him looking so down which was a bonus." He said cheerfully, but then he noticed Isaac's scrutinising look.
"What?" he asked defensively.
"You look tired, are you ok?" Isaac asked, and Stiles considered denying it out of hand.
After all, it was Scott he told this sort of stuff to, not Isaac. Yeah Isaac was his other best friend, but there was more, well just more, they were just closer, told each other more. He told Isaac some stuff, but they weren't as close as he and Scott were. But when he looked at Isaac, his face worried and tired looking as his own was, he relented.
After all, if anyone could get how he was feeling, it was Isaac, who blamed himself as much as he did. The only other one with the same amount of guilt was Lydia but she was kind of withdrawn from them all nowadays.
"Yeah, well, mostly. I had the dream last night." He said significantly, and Isaac sighed sadly.
"Yeah me too. Sucks doesn't it?" he asked, and Stiles nodded, his eyes clouded.
"Yeah it does. It's Allison the most, she just falls and I...it's my fault." Stiles whispered and Isaac looked at him sadly.
"Yeah, we all think that buddy." He whispered and Stiles looked at him desperately.
"Yeah but it was me Isaac, I was the..."
Isaac shook his head insistently.
"No you weren't. You had no control, and by that time it was pure Nogitsune." Isaac told him softly, but Stiles looked miserably out of the window.
"Doesn't change that she's dead because of me." He whispered softly, and Isaac was about to say something when the big bearded bloke who had done Scott's tattoo emerged from the back room.
"Alright, who's first?" he asked, and Isaac nodded his head at Stiles, who sent him a betrayed look but got up regardless.
Isaac smiled a little, after all this had been his idea, as a sort of bookend to the entire Nogitsune thing he had decided he was going to get a tattoo. Isaac was also very curious to see what happened here, the pack had suspected for some time that there were some...well extras from having been possessed and he was interested to see if Stiles was entirely free of the damned thing or if there were leftovers in him. He knew they weren't enough to be dangerous but they were still there, and it made him...uneasy.
"So are you the one who wants the backwards five on your shoulder?" the tattooist asked, and Stiles nodded.
"Yeah, it's Japanese, it means...self." he said nervously as he sat down in the chair and Isaac briefly wondered if he should head over and he didn't know, hold his hand or something.
However, as the tattooist got his equipment ready, Stiles took a deep steadying breath and after a little bit of hesitation, offer is left shoulder to the guy, who happily began to imprint the tattoo onto his skin, the curve of the five coming from the top of his arm and going up by his neck, and then going over by the back of the shoulder and going to the back of his neck. Isaac was watching him intently, but other than a couple of little winces, he did manage without incident, Isaac watching for anything that looked pain (Scott would kill him if Stiles got hurt) and also anything that looked vaguely Nogitsune.
And he could well understand the reasoning behind it. After the fight for his soul, to keep his identity and to stop the Nogitsune, he could understand why Stiles wanted to kind of honour the fight he had went under to keep control of himself, hence his tattoo.
With a final wince and with the dressings in place Stiles, smiling a little hopped off the seat, smiling proudly, and Isaac grinned in amusement.
"See, nothing to it." He told Isaac and Isaac scowled at him.
"Easy for you to say you're not going to have a psychotic twin blow torching you later." He mumbled and he too got onto the chair, and the tattooist gave him a cheerful grin.
"So, what is it you're after?" he asked, and Isaac exchanged a significant look with Stiles, who went a little red, gave him a rueful grin and then continued two avoid his gaze.
"Two lightning bolts around my arm, with an arrow head at the bottom of one of them." Isaac said, showing him the sketch he had done, and the tattooist nodded.
"Got it. Alright, let's get started."
XX
"Is it me or did he enjoy that far too much?" Isaac moaned, rubbing his tattoo ruefully and Stiles grinned as he drove them to the station to meet Scott.
"Hey, you're the one who wanted to become a werewolf, bet you would have reconsidered if you knew you'd have a psycho murderer twin coming at you with a blow torch." He quipped and Isaac shot him a dirty look.
"Shut up you. Alright for you, you don't need it blown on to make it stick." He whined, and Stiles looked determinedly ahead, under the guise of trying to change lane.
He hadn't told Isaac this but when he had gone back through to the other room to allow Ethan to give his professional opinion (he was the one who had swiped the blowtorch from his work to help Isaac with his tattoo) and Stiles had checked the coast was clear before he had distracted Aiden from playing with said blow torch.
"Hey...want another shot at that?" he asked softly, distracting a grinning Aiden from shooting fire in front of his face.
"Huh?" Aiden asked and Stiles shot him an exasperated look.
"Hey, you pair only have a few months left here and the landlady likes you, something makes me thing she won't like you quite as much if you burn the bloody place down! Anyway...look." Stiles said, and pulled off the dressings on his tattoo, Aiden putting down the blowtorch with only a slight look of disappointment and he peered at Stiles' kanji tattoo.
It was still mostly intact, but the edges of it had begun to heal, some of it had vanished already, and he had to use his wolf eyes to see where the tattoo had originally gone to,
"Can you help fix it?" Stiles asked hopefully, and Aiden looked at him in shock.
"Stiles, you're not a wolf! You're not meant to heal like that, and besides, one my Alpha would kill me and I kind of like being his friend and his Beta and his favourite, and two, it would really hurt you!" he hissed, and Stiles shook his head, and picked up the blow torch, and then gently placed a hand over Aiden's mouth. Aiden looked at him worriedly, and then his eyes bulged in alarm as Stiles scorched his hand with the torch. Stiles let out a small moan of pain and pulled away the burned hand, and to Aiden's shock some of it already started to heal.
"You're not meant to do that, why are you healing? The Nogitsune is gone, well it better be since I almost died to make sure it was." Aiden snarled angrily, and Stiles petted his cheek reassuringly.
"It's gone. According to Kira, there's some leftovers from the Nogitsune. It's gone. But some of it is still...in me." He told him, and Aiden snarled in frustration, looking at him worriedly.
"Have you told Scott? I don't want to keep anything from him." He complained, and Stiles rolled his eyes.
"Now you sound like Isaac. Please." He begged, and Aiden sighed in frustration.
"Alright...but this better not kill you! And...only because I want to play with the torch again." He warned and Stiles nodded, and Aiden a little too cheerfully stuck a gag in his mouth, grinned as he turned on the torch again but then changed his expression to one of worry and concern as he let loose the flame on Stiles, hating himself as Stiles tried to scream through his gag.
Yeah this Nogitsune lark was having a hell of a serious side effect. He knew he had to talk to Scott about it, but...he didn't want to. He couldn't, not yet. Scott was finally relaxing around him again, no longer fretting about him and making sure he was alright. He wouldn't be the one to put Scott back on the worried defensive again, not now, especially with Derek in prison and his grandmother coming, and his own reaction to Allison dying.
Quite frankly he had enough on his plate without him adding to it.
"Hey, you with me?" Isaac asked as Stiles stopped them outside the station, to see an impatient Scott looking slightly grumpy standing outside it.
"Yeah, sorry. Aww look there's the soppy expression of love from our resident wolf on campus." He said teasingly, and Isaac swatted at him as he got out the jeep, Stiles giggling as he did so.
"Finally, grandma's train is about to get in! Where have you pair been?" he asked irritably and Isaac kissed him softly, grinning and stroking his cheek with his thumb.
"Aww do you not like me leaving you out the loop?" he asked in a voice of mock sweetness and Scott pouted.
"No!" he complained and Isaac kissed him again.
"Aww poor Scott." He said in a mock pitying voice while Stiles snickered, enjoying himself just as much as Isaac was.
"Wait, so I don't get to find out what you two have been up to?" he demanded, and Isaac smirked.
"Yeah, but not till later. Since I'm forced to move in with my gorgeous pouty boyfriend, I need to keep as much to myself as possible. You'll find out tonight I promise." Isaac assured him and Scott looked at them suspiciously before sighing in defeat.
"Be that way then, see if I care," he moaned, his tone indicating that it was driving him mad not knowing, "and let's go see grandma." He said as he led them into the station.
The train was just coming into the station as the three boys stood there, two of them perfectly at ease, the other nervous. Sensing his boyfriend's anxiety, Scott took his hand and squeezed it softly, hushing him.
"Hey, mom loves you and I love you. Grandma will too." He assured him but Isaac looked at him worriedly.
"Yeah but you're my boyfriend, what if she blames me?" he asked nervously, and Stiles patted his shoulder.
"I told you she doesn't care! She's cool. And anway, she's coming to visit, I'm so psyched." He said excitedly, and Scott looked at him as though worried about his sanity.
"You know mom always thought you had a crush on her," he said, and Isaac and Stiles, who were both fully aware that Aiden had a kind of crush on Melissa, avoided each other's eyes, "but now I'm beginning to think it's grandma you have the crush on."
"Hey, I don't have any grandparents, she's the best and only one I got. And besides, your nan is a right old witch." He told him and Scott scoffed.
"What do you expect, she gave birth to dad. That's the one you want to avoid." He told Isaac, who looked slightly overwhelmed as Scott and Stiles both perked up as they looked at the train.
"I miss playing on trains." Isaac mumbled a little as Scott dragged him through the crowd, Stiles right beside him.
The woman was just a little shorter than Isaac was, though that was partly due to the heels she was wearing. She was dressed in a pink top and a business suit, and had long two toned brown hair which was beginning to be flecked with grey. She had a large handbag in one hand and her case in the other and upon seeing Scott and Stiles approaching, her face split into a wide smile.
"There's my handsome grandson." She said happily and Scott grinned, hugging her fiercely.
"Hey grandma!" he said fondly, and she patted his cheek fondly, her eyes scrutinising him as though he were sickening for something. Apparnetly satisfied, she nodded, and reached into her bag.
"You didn't think I'd come to visit without going to the sweet shop first do you? Besides, there was a deal and who am I to pass up a bargain? Anyway, one bag of white chocolate raspberries for my favourite grandson, and I've been knitting dear, I have gloves, a scarf and a hat, what do you want?" she asked as she rummaged in her bag.
"Grandma..." Scott chided slightly (noticing Isaac perked up a little at the mere mention of the word scarf) but she waved her hand dismissively as she passed him his sweets and a pair of knitted gloves with pads on the palms.
"It took a while but I got there in the end. Oh and there's something in them that might be helpful, I picked up a couple, free at the doctor's surgery you know." She told him and curious, Scott looked inside the glove and went scarlet.
"Grandma!" he cried, scandalised, and upon him pulling the two items out, looking horror-struck, Isaac and Stiles started to laugh as he went scarlet.
"Stiles oh its so good to see you honey. Ooh I like this, gold highlights, they suit you dear. One bag of blue candy chocolate shells, just don't tell your dad I gave you them, he'll blame me for making you hyper. Here dear, you take the hat, and there's a couple in there for you too." She advised as she rummaged in her bag again, passing Stiles his things in the process, Scott sniggering as Stiles also went scarlet.
"Um how do you..." Stiles asked and she sent him a bored look.
"Pumpkin I was changing you both when your dad still had long hippie hair, I can make an educated guess. Oh hello, you're new. Nice to meet you, I'm Allegra Delgado, Scott's grandmother." Allegra said with a smile and she extended her hand to a nervous Isaac, who shook it, his hand shaking a little.
"Hi." He said shyly, not quite knowing what to do with himself, and she peered into her bag.
"Hmm, do you like coconut macaroons, there's a new bag of raspberry flavoured ones, here you are, I won't eat them, the coconut gives me an itch. And here, why don't you take this scarf, Scott never wears them." Allegra said cheerfully, and Isaac blushed a little.
"That's you on the Christmas list, you gave him a scarf, he's yours for life now." Stiles muttered and Scott sent him an amused glare to shut him up.
"You don't need to," he began but her steely expression made it clear she wasn't taking no for an answer, "but, thanks. Hey this scarf is great, it's lovely and warm." He said, trying it on and Scott and Stiles both smirked as they saw him put it on.
"Good. So, how do you fit into all this? Oh," she said, and leaned close to whisper to Isaac, "I didn't know there was another of you, and I don't know your sizes or I would have brought you some too, you're a handsome young lad." She said, and Isaac went pink.
"I'm sure you and he can come to some sort of arrangement...ow son of a bitch!" Stiles grunted as Scott kicked him in the shin.
"So dear, do I get to know your name?" she asked hopefully, and Isaac's brain suddenly kicked into gear and he tumbled over his tongue as he tried to answer, but Scott came to his rescue...or so he thought.
"Grandma, this is Isaac. He's, he's my boyfriend." Scott said, earning him a surprised look from Stiles and a look that roughly translated to 'why the hell did you tell her that' from Isaac.
And Allegra focused her gaze on the boy her grandson was now seeing, and Isaac gulped audibly.
He was going to kill Scott.
And here we are with chapter two, and now we're possibly roughly over halfway through the first episode
As you can see, Allison's death and Stiles possession still continue to have an effect upon the entire pack, Lydia will be focused on more later. And Stiles, just what is going on with him? He clearly has leftover benefits of being the nogitsune, but how much are they truly affecting him?
I really like Stiles and Malia as a couple, I think theyre cute (laughs at those who think that means theyre relationship is safe from me)
Derek is also still in a predicament, and Peter has returned to town, with something no good up his sleeve as per usual
I enjoyed writing the part about the shopping scene, not to reinforce the stereotype (Id rather go in, get what I want then get out again, i dont shop for shoppings sake) but simply because I likd doing the scene with the various improvements. And lets face it, Isaac did need a new wardrobe, the Oni kept ripping up the one he had. And I know many of us (myself included) would prefer he wore nothing at all but sadly it isnt practical
And grandma has come to visit. I know Stiles called her grandma McCall (believe me we dont want to meet her, old bag) but she is melissas mother, he just sees her as scotts grandma so is hence grandma McCall. And im sure you can imagine what she swiped from the doctor's surgery, the woman cant pass up a bargain, Isaac and Malia certainly wont complain about her present to the boys
Anyway, once again not a lot going on, next time we shall meet all our new characters (and hopefully we meet them in the show this week too), the pack find a new place to hang out, a new power couple is born, our enemies arrive in town and since its Teen Wolf, and Beacon Hills, guess what? The body count is going to start to rise! (im going to feel bad with one death)
So lovely people, you know the drill as always, so please read and follow, favourite and review, I will be eternally grateful and hope youre enjoying episode 1 so far!