DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF. You guys are so amazing, this is a comedy heavy chapter (at least I hope it is). I hope you all like it.

CHAPTER TEN

Stiles had showed up shortly after Scott had dropped me off with a change of clothes. We decided on a story because as much as I tried to beg, bribe, and blackmail the nurses and doctors, they had called my dad.

As far as everyone who wasn't a werewolf, lizard-man, or me and Stiles was concerned, I had run into some of the other team fans in the parking lot when I left to put my purse back in Stiles' jeep. They ran their mouths, I ran mine, and I wound up getting dragged and dumped into the school pool which they mysteriously knew the location of. Stiles who had stopped on his way back from the locker room to talk to Lydia had seen them dragging me off and had followed to help. Also getting knocked in. Stiles had managed to call Scott, who came to the rescue.

When asked how the assailants knew where the pool was, Stiles' reply was "How the hell should I know, it wasn't exactly high on my priorities at the moment."

When asked why my wrist had gotten worse than before, my defense was that I had used it to try and fight off the attackers.

When asked what the assailants looked like we gave the same answer, it was dark they had hoodies on and the hoods up.

Dad didn't ask anything else, I don't know whether or not he believed me, but one thing was for sure, it was becoming disgustingly easy to lie to him. Stiles offered to take me home so Dad went back to work.

Scott drove up about halfway through all of the proceedings. When the three of us were alone, he told us what the Voldemort-Draco-esque hug was all about.

"He stabbed you in the gut?" Stiles was shocked.

Gerard had lost his shock factor for me about one wolfsbane-laced chocolate ago.

"I take it the Argents aren't exactly an option then?" I asked kicking my feet against the examining table. Scott glared at me.

"Too soon?"

Doctor Hillard rolled her eyes as she handed me my discharge papers.

"Think you can manage to keep it in a cast this time?"

"How long we talking?" I asked. Staring down at the red cast covering my left arm.

"6 weeks."

"6 weeks!?"

"What did you expect? I don't know what exactly you were doing, but the bone's cracked through... again, you're lucky it wasn't bad enough to need surgery." I groaned.

I could not take 6 more weeks of being in this thing.

"Can I go?"

"Yes. I'll see you Monday to take those stitches out."

"Can't you just do it now?"

Doctor Hillard looked at me.

"Fine, see you Monday." I sighed.

Stiles grabbed my bag of wet clothes and Scott followed us out. After we had said good night to Scott and got in the Jeep, Stiles turned to me.

"Maybe you should camp out with me and Dad tonight."

"I'll be fine," I said Isaac was coming and I wasn't going to miss him.

"Right because we didn't just almost get killed by some sort of Godzilla thing," Stiles said sarcastically.

"I'll be fine," I told him again.

"Yeah, fine, whatever, don't go crying to me when you're dead."

He was turning onto my street now. I started to argue that I wouldn't be crying because I'd be- well, dead. But he was worried and it was sweet.

"You be safe too," I told him patting his arm before I got out the jeep and headed inside.

Isaac was already on the other side of the door, and not my bedroom door either, my door, door. I started to ask him why when he pulled me into a kiss, it was different. It was desperate, like someone breaking the surface for air. If this is what I came home to, I might need to schedule a few more near death experiences this week. He pulled away and looked down at me. His eyes were clouded with emotions I wasn't exactly sure what was the most dominate.

"What the hell were you thinking?" He seethed out.

Well, that was a pretty good clue.

"I'm sorry?"

"I don't even know where to start, the fact that you just about got yourself killed, or that you decided to pick a fight with werewolves?"

"I'm sorry, one, if I hadn't almost got myself killed your big bad alpha, would be dead right now. And two, I did not pick a fight, Derek started it, just ask the basketball!"

"You sprayed him in the face with wolfsbane!" Isaac accused.

"He TOLD me too... and it was diluted anyways so there."

Isaac grabbed his head annoyed and looked at me like I had grown another eye or something.

"Where'd you get it anyways your new hunter friend?" He sneered.

"No, I got it from Scott's Vet!" I just realized how that sounded. "I mean I got it from his boss, Scott doesn't have a vet... at least I don't think he uses a vet- well there was that one time when Derek-"

Isaac cut me off.

"You mean Deaton?"

"Yeah."

"Derek doesn't trust him."

"Shocking!" I rolled my eyes. "Well, I don't trust Derek!"

"I don't trust Scott!"

I busted out laughing and I'm pretty sure he thought I'd lost it then.

"You know, usually trust issues in a relationship deal with the people actually in them."

Isaac cracked a smile.

"We're breaking our rule." He said.

I nodded. He walked into my room and sat on the bed I followed suit. I'm not sure why he didn't head to the living room, then again apart from tonight I hadn't seen him in any other room in my house. I guess it was a habit for him. He pressed his lips to my forehead.

"I can't lose you, Charlie, I can't."

I looked at his face and that's when it hit me, he was panicking because he had already lost somebody- three somebody's to be exact, but one was very recent.

"Are you okay?"

It was the first time I had asked that the first time I had thought about it because it all happened so fast. He'd been with Derek and then he got arrested and I found out about the werewolves and all of that other stuff. I forgot, I was his girlfriend, but more importantly his best friend and I forgot the biggest most life altering the thing that had happened, his dad died. His Dad who beat him, but his dad nonetheless and more importantly his dad whom he loved.

"I'm fine."

He turned away from me and I touched his cheek, he turned to face me and I looked him in the eye.

"Isaac, are you okay?" I repeated.

He broke down. I held his head in my lap and ran my good hand through his hair. I had only ever seen him cry once before, when Camden died. I leaned down and kissed the top of his head, I didn't dare tell him it was okay because it wasn't but I hoped it would get there eventually.

xxx

"Kid you decent?"

Oh Shit! I woke up and felt Isaac's arm still wrapped around my waist where it had been when we'd both finally went to sleep. He seemed to rise at the sound too.

"Uh- N-no dad, give me a second!" I hollered back.

Isaac ran around the room frantically searching for his left sneaker. When he found it he gave me a quick kiss and was out the window. That was almost bad.

I walked out the door and headed to the kitchen, Dad had donuts and milk waiting as well as a huge goofy grin.

"She said yes!" He told me, I gave him a hug, laughing at his excitement.

"Was there ever a doubt?" I hadn't seen my Dad this excited since he took me and Stiles to Star Wars Episode One when we were little (Stiles reminded me a lot of my Dad).

"Maybe just a little."

"So where are you taking Miss Whitney on this fantastical date of yours?" I asked grabbing one of the chocolate covered donuts out of the box and fixing a glass of milk to dunk it in.

"I don't know I hadn't thought that far. "My Dad admitted doing the same.

I rolled my eyes.

"When is it?"

"Tomorrow" Dad admitted sheepishly.

"So you asked your dream girl out on a date that's tomorrow and you have no idea where to take her?" My dad nodded. "Are you sure you and Uncle John didn't switch kids at some point because that has Stiles written all over it!"

My dad rolled his eyes. "You gonna ridicule me kid or are you going to help?"

"Take her ice skating"

"I can't skate why would I do that?"

"Because Whitney can."

My dad looked at me.

"Remember you had to work the entire winter break 7th grade so Whitney took me Ice Skating and to a movie."

My Dad had a dreamy smile.

"I forgot about that! Wow, she's really incredible-"

"Yeah she's great, focus!" I snapped my fingers in front of him. "You don't know how to ice skate but she does which means she can teach you, and you have an excuse for physical contact without the really awkward lame shoulder-yawn thing you'd be forced to do at the movies."

"Pretty good Kid, I think I'll keep you around a bit longer." I stuck my tongue out.

"I want you to remember that in a few months when it's time to buy a car-"

"Keep dreaming"

"Your right, besides why buy another vehicle when I could drive Beulah?"

"Okay now you're having delusions of grandeur." Dad got up and ruffled my head. "How about I cut your sentence short by a day and we call it even?"

"I'm free"

"You're free but I swear to god Kid, if I get one more call from the E.R I'm locking you in this house till your 40."

I smirked at him. "Yeah, Okay. Have you broke the news to your boyfriend? You know he's been looking forward to Poker Night all week."

"Bobby's a reasonable guy, he'll understand." Dad started.

I stared at him.

"I'll call him when I get up." Dad sighed.

"Probably a good idea."

"I'm headed to bed, if you decide to meet up with the boys do me a favor and do it AWAY from the house, I love Stiles but I'm starting to think the kid has no clue of what an "inside-voice" is."

"Will do!"

"Night Kid"

"Morning Dad"

xxx

I grabbed my phone my first mission was to clear Stiles with Lydia, so I tried calling and got her voice mail. Great so I was on her list too- that or she was still asleep- it was 9 o clock on a Saturday after all. I texted her the whole story which took about three messages to send completely, that would have to be enough for now. My broken wrist was aching some but I ignored it, I was off of my (not really) grounding and I wanted out of the house.

I called Stiles to see if he and Scott wanted to do something normal for a change.

"Can't Charlie, Coach called an emergency practice later, unless you want to just wait around the field for two hours."

I thought about it. I hated to admit it but Coach had been right, with my limited mobility I depended on Stiles or Scott on the rare occasion he had his mom's car, and that meant (among the other supernatural errands) I had been to A LOT of Lacrosse practices lately. But, it annoyed Coach, and that was immensely entertaining to me. Call me a groupie.

"Come get me"

"Did you talk to Lydia?" Stiles asked.

Oh my god!

"I sent her a message she hasn't responded."

Between Scott and Stiles I think the only names I ever heard anymore were Allison, Lydia, and Derek.

"Would you just come get me? I'm bored as hell." I whined.

"On my way."

xxx

I had walked all the way to the locker-room doors with Stiles, Coach saw me and I prepared for the worst.

"Great Stilinski you're here" Coach had a mad glint in his eye, what the hell? "Step into my office."

I followed him, trying to ignore the half-naked guys staring at me confused. Coach opened the door and shut it closing the blinds quickly. I'm not gonna lie, it was a bit disturbing. I saw him take his name plate off the desk and switch it for another one that read Fucker in charge of you Fucking Fucks. Something told me this was not brought out when parents or other faculty members visited. He sat down in his chair rubbing his hands together deviously.

"I'm not gonna lie, Stilinski I've been on the fence about you. I mean you might be one of the laziest kids I've ever met"

Gee thanks!

"And then there was that whole dating Greenburg thing"

I did NOT date Greenburg, why did everybody think that?

"I mean let's be honest that's probably the worse judgment call you've ever made"

Nope, I could think of a few more recent ones: accepting candy from a stranger for starters, following my crazy coach into his locked office for another...

"After last night though I've decided I like you- mainly because I can't seem to keep you off my field and you're the spawn of my best friend, so here's what we're going to do, since you've decided to shadow the lacrosse team, you're going to be my Stats keeper for the rest of the season."

"Uh- Coach I don't know if you know this but I don't know the first thing about lacrosse!" I told him Coach rolled his eyes.

"Yeah and I'm not exactly a college graduate."

Wait what? Coach Finstock should really just stop opening his mouth altogether.

"Just google it. I want to be able to repeat this season's success next year and keep you out of my hair, it's a win, win."

For who?

He flung his stats book at me.

"Better go ahead and get out there."

I seriously hated Finstock right now.

xxx

I had been sitting on the bleachers going through the confusing mess that was the Coach's notes. His hand writing was worse than mine but I was able to follow it. I thought I had it figured out, and if I didn't I'd just bug him later. There was a different column for different actions: Steals, goals, blocks, saves, etc. and on the start of each row was the players' names. From the looks of it I just had to watch the games and practices and give the players a tally mark when they did one of the actions. I hadn't noticed Stiles coming up behind me.

"Whatcha doin?" He asked.

I jumped and glared at him. He smirked and sat down beside me.

"Whats that?" He asked pointing to the book.

"Oh, I've decided to rate the Lacrosse players by how hot they are." I told him rolling my eyes.

Stiles glanced at the names clearly missing the columns.

"Why does Scott have the most marks. He's not attractive."

I stared at him.

"Heroism is quite attractive-"

"He has an uneven jawline, nothing can make that attractive." He kept looking. "Jackson's number two?"

"What can I say, Jackass has a nice ass."

Stiles made a gagging noise.

"Wait this can't be a hot list Danny's number three and he wouldn't be on there at all!"

"Have you seen the boy Stiles? He's gorgeous, and that's with a shirt on. Why wouldn't Danny be on a list?"

"I didn't mean a list, I meant your list. Danny doesn't even like girls."

"Doesn't mean we can't appreciate the view." I told him.

"Why is Greenburg the only one behind me?"

"Are you serious right now? You're my cousin" Stiles had some serious issues.

"Yeah but I'm WAY better looking than Matt." I rolled my eyes.

"Stiles it's a stats book... For lacrosse." Stiles turned red.

"Yeah, I knew that, I was just messing with you. As if you'd ever find Scott or Jackson good looking." He laughed.

"Well-"

"Oh my god! Shut up I don't want to know." Stiles said running away to join the rest of the team.

Silly Stiles, if it had been a real list Danny and Scott's places would have been traded around, heroism was attractive but that uneven jawline was a little creepy.

xxx

"Everything changes this year" Isaac told me as I cleaned up his busted lip.

We were in my room tonight because Dad was on the night shift. I huffed at him annoyed.

"That's great now shut-up and be still so I can try to fix this"

I was mad. I knew things had gotten worse but when Camden died six months ago, Isaac had started coming to me in the middle of the night to escape his father. I had started to go to my Dad the first night but he had blocked the door and told me he'd never speak to me again if I did, so I found the first-aid kit and I tried to fix him up. I hadn't quite got the hang of this whole nursing wounds thing and the blood still got to me.

Isaac closed his mouth but I noticed a small grin, although when I dabbed the cut with the alcohol swab he winced.

"I told you to hold still" I said.

It was easier to pretend I was annoyed than to show him how upsetting the whole situation was, If I cried he wouldn't let me help, and he wouldn't let me near where he was really hurt.

"Sorry" He said sheepishly. I dabbed his lip with Neosporin, and wondered what they might feel like against mine. Isaac looked up at me and I snapped out of it.

"Why is everything going to change this year?" I asked more to distract him from the fact that he had caught me daydreaming than actual curiosity.

"Well it has to, I mean, it's high school." Isaac said leaning back on his hands, I rolled my eyes at him.

"Yes and we'll be Fresh-meat" I reminded, putting away the first aid kit.

Isaac didn't seem phased a bit.

"I'm gonna ask her out tomorrow." He said a determined look in his eye.

I bit my lip.

"Oh god not you too! You know between you and Stiles all I hear is Lydia-Freaking-Martin"

Thankfully Scott hadn't been twitterpated or I'd be royally screwed.

"You never want to talk about your crush" Isaac argued.

Well yeah that's because it's you, you moron!

"I told you I don't have a crush."

"Yes you do, I know when you're lying, so you might as well tell me and then we'll be even. Here I'll help you, I like Lydia and you like-"

"Scott" I don't know why I said it, I didn't like Scott at all like that but I hung out with three boys. One was my cousin, one was Scott and the other was perhaps the most oblivious guy on the planet!

Isaac frowned, which made no sense since he was the one who had practically coerced me into giving a name.

"I'm gonna ask her out tomorrow." He said again, more to his self this time.

"You can't!" He looked at me, and I felt a blush creeping in.

"Why not?" He asked.

"Uh-b-because, Stiles called dibs and you can't date the girl your friend has dibs on."

"Stiles isn't my friend." He said bluntly. It was true, my boys didn't take well with one another which meant I had to divide myself between the two sets.

"He's my friend though which makes him your friend by proxy."

"Charlie it doesn't work that way."

"It does if I say it does" I huffed.

Why did he have to like stupid Strawberry-blond evil geniuses that ignored us anyways? Why couldn't he just like curly haired brunettes who use sarcasm as a weapon and cussed like a sailor?

He rolled his eyes. "I'm asking her out tomorrow." He said laying down on my bed.

I got up and headed to the door.

"I'm going to bed."

On Sunday Stiles was officially pardoned by Lydia, so much so that he was permitted to drive us to the mall for some "desperately needed retail therapy". I had rolled my eyes but I went willingly, after living most of my life without it, I had to admit it was nice to be back into Lydia's good graces.

"I don't know why you're complaining about the Stats-keeper thing. It might actually work to your advantage." She told me as we sat in the food-court.

"Lydia for the last time, I don't like Matt, or anyone else on the team for that matter" I argued. With Isaac being a fugitive he wasn't technically on the team.

Stiles was getting our order. I felt a little sorry for him since he'd pretty much been Lydia's own personal pack mule the entire day (and mine by-proxy too I guess) but he had volunteered and besides every time I felt guilty as we gave him another errand or Lydia piled yet another bag on top of him, I reminded myself the fourteen hundred dollars his last "in" had cost me.

"What happened to your hands?" I asked she had just went to wipe the table off and I had noticed the tiny scratches around her knuckle.

She jerked her hand away.

"Nothing! My mirror in my room fell and broke the other day, I cut my hand picking up the pieces."

Those injuries did not come from picking something up, it looked like she had punched the mirror more likely, but she had been so defensive I was afraid she'd clam up so I let it go.

"Okay"

When Stiles came back, I backed out of the conversation trying my best to give him as much real Lydia-time as possible. It's funny, I used to hate Lydia on principal first for Stiles driving me crazy forcing me to listen to every little detail of how she embodied perfection, then because Isaac liked her, and later because she had rejected Isaac, now I kind of liked her. Don't get me wrong she could be an out-right bitch when she wanted to be but she was honest (more or less), and she was loyal. I respected her.

We left after that, I wanted to get home to see my Dad before he left for his big date (he had already texted me about 5 times asking for advice... I was starting to think he was the teenager and I was the parent). I asked Stiles to drop me by first which gave him an entire car ride alone with Lydia.

When I got to the house dad was in a panic (he must like Whitney more than I thought). He couldn't find his lucky aviator jacket (which was on the coat rack), then he lost his wallet (in the refrigerator), and then we spent about 20 minutes looking for the keys to Beulah before he realized they had been in his pocket the whole time.

"I left money for pizza, I'm not sure what time I'll be back." He told me as I started to push him out the door.

"Go! Don't forget I want you to behave like a perfect gentleman, and you have an 11 o'clock curfew."

My dad stared at me.

"Okay 12 but don't push it mister!"

Dad rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, see you later Kid."

"Have fun." I heard Beulah start up and sighed. They grow up so fast!

xxx

I scrounged around the cabinets until I found the box of mac and cheese and got it down, I'd had pizza for lunch and two nights before that and while I knew mac and cheese wasn't any healthier, it was different which was fine with me. I looked at the instructions and popped it in the microwave... any food we had at home was either ready to eat or microwavable because neither one of us had a clue what we were doing in the kitchen.

Once it was ready and I went to the living room, turned on the T.V and dug in. I found a Doctor Who re-run, the "Blink" episode where the weeping angels first make their appearance and had gotten so absorbed in it that when the doorbell rang I had accidentally tossed the now empty mac and cheese bowl in the air, luckily it was plastic. I ran and threw it in the sink and headed to the door.

Who would ring our doorbell though? Isaac used the window, and Stiles and Scott had a key. I couldn't think of anybody else that would want to come to our house.

"Who is it?"

The doorbell rang again.

"I'm not opening this door until I know who you are!" I told them, "and if you're some sort of Psycho killer or something you should know my dad's a deputy and LOVES guns and stuff so..."

"Charlie" I flung the door open and pulled him inside, was he a complete moron?

"What the hell do you think you're doing someone could have seen you dumbass!" I said locking the door quickly before rounding on him. Isaac was smiling down at me like this was some sort of joke.

"I wanted to see you." He said shoving his hands in his pockets.

We walked to my bedroom, like I said, habit.

"Yeah well use the window." I told him motioning to the wide-open window.

"You said I was becoming a creeper." He teased.

Flopping down on my bed.

"You're also a fugitive" I pointed out. Isaac shrugged.

"I'm not worried." He said.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and sat down beside him.

"Well that's just lovely" I told him sarcastically. "You know just because you're a werewolf now doesn't mean they're not going to hall your furry ass to jail."

Isaac just smirked at me, before leaning down and whispering, "Like I said, I'm not worried"

He started to trail kisses down my neck and I found myself reaching to pull his lips to mine. I came up for a breath and his mouth was back on my neck. My breathing hitched as I felt his fingers reach underneath the hem of my shirt. He leaned us back against the pillows.

"Isaac" I managed to get out as I felt his hands start to explore.

He came back and captured my lips with his. This was heaven, I was not about to ruin this. Our tongues were dancing around one another my hands had gone underneath his shirt and doing some exploring of their own. I broke for air again.

"Do you want to have sex?"

His hands froze and he looked down at me confused. Why did I have to ruin the moment?

"What?"

"Do you want to have sex? It's just that we're sort of headed in that direction right now so I figured one of us should ask before clothes came off and we reached the point of no return."

He was silent for a moment.

"Do you?"

"I asked you first" I was afraid of what his answer would be.

"Charlie I'm a sixteen year old guy, what do you think?" He ask smiling at me.

"Point taken."

"So do you? We don't have to."

"I think so." I told him.

Isaac sighed.

"Charlie this isn't exactly one of those things you do because you think you want to" He told me.

I thought about it, did I want to have sex with Isaac? Absolutely, was I ready to have sex?

"Yes" I told him he smiled and we resumed our make-out session.

I felt him peeling my shirt off before stopping halfway.

"I didn't bring a condom." He said sitting up.

"I have one." I kissed him again and he broke away.

"Why do you have a condom?" He was about as breathless sounding as I was.

"I stole it" I was kissing down his neck

"From who?" He asked.

"From someone I don't want to think about having sex, can we drop it?" I captured his mouth with mine and began to lift his shirt over his head.

"Was it Scott or Stiles" Why did he have to keep asking questions? I went to my underwear drawer and grabbed the condom out.

"Do you want to have sex?" I asked him again, hands on my hips as I came back to the bed.

He nodded.

"Then no more questions about this, because I promise you if I have to think about where I got this" I tossed the condom to him. "You're not going to get anything"

"Point taken."

My shirt was gone, Isaac kissed from my abdomen back up to my lips, I tried not to moan. Blue jeans followed shortly behind our shirts ending in a pile on the floor. My head felt cloudy with emotion. Isaac was back at my neck again, fumbling with the wrapper, I couldn't even think, all I wanted was to be as close to him as possible.

"Who do you know that needs a double XL condom?" Isaac's voice broke through the haze.

"Oh my god! Go home Isaac" I said sitting up, there was no way I could even think about sex after that mental image!