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Two-Pack

Isaac groaned as the sun came up, blinding him as he lay in his bed. Growling angrily at the celestial body, he pulled his covers over his head, resenting it and the rest of the world. That seemed to be a recurrent theme nowadays. The world could shove off as far as he was concerned.

But then his alarm started to blare, and he resented the world even more. He could hear Melissa bustling about down the stairs, clearly planning to enjoy her day off as he could already smell the bacon she was grilling for herself. And now he was hungry. And he didn't want to give her anything to worry about on her day off, so with great reluctance he pulled the covers off of himself, swatted his alarm clock perhaps a tad more viciously than he should have done as it fell to the floor, and pulled himself out of bed. And, he didn't know what made him do it, but he looked down at the bed, as if hoping that the last few weeks had been a bad dream.

But they weren't. Scott wasn't in bed with him, he had been alone in his own bed like he had been since the week after they defeated Jennifer. When everything that Isaac had thought was proved wrong, and his heart was broken in the process.

Isaac snarled angrily, refusing to think about it, picking up his towel and wrapping it around his bare torso. Now, in reparation for the world waking him up well before he was ready, he thought it could pay him back by not making him see a half naked and gorgeous Scott coming back from the bathroom. That was the least the world owed him. After all, it had taken his mother before her time, given him an abusive father, had his original Alpha kick him out, his pack virtually fall apart, and then, just when he finally thought things were good, it cut off the avenue to the thing that made him the happiest he had ever been.

Refusing to think about that, he flounced into the bathroom and shut the door, locking it, acknowledging that the world had done alright on the avoiding Scott department. Now, if it would do that after his shower as well, he would appreciate that even more. And to be frank, he still thought he deserved it.

Stripping off his boxers and throwing them into the corner venomously, he climbed into the shower and hammered the button. He knew he should calm down, Melissa was stressed enough with two tense teenage boys in the house, and he shouldn't take it out on her stuff, but he couldn't help it, he was hurt, and he was angry.

The day after they had defeated Jennifer, Isaac had finally admitted to Scott how much he loved him. Scott had been the first person to ever truly care about him, who had taken him in when he had nowhere else to go, the one who had first made Isaac feel like he meant something, that he wasn't worthless, and that people cared about him. And on that day, Scott had also told him how he loved him, and after weeks of physical and emotional closeness, both of them touching at any opportunity, both of them snuggling up together at night, hanging out with one another, the amount they touched each other, they had finally surrendered to their feelings and kissed.

And it hadn't just been a tame kiss either. Protected by their helpful, and in Allison's case, oblivious, friends, the two of them had virtually stripped, their hands stroking up and down each other's warm, bare body, their hands running through each other's hair, their lips locked, their tongues entering into each other's mouths, their voices low and husky, filled with desire, their passionate bodies glinting with sweat, their fierce fiery desire for each other.

No teacher noticed their absence. And it was that day that they discovered just how long you could stay in a storeroom at school and still enjoy the experience. After they calmed down a bit, Scott sliding down the wall and gently pulling Isaac with him, as Isaac slid down beside him, he started to panic, realising just how confined the room they were in was, and he could feel a claustrophobic attack coming on.

But Scott had been there, kneeling in front of him, kissing his forehead gently, stroking his hands up and down his face, making him look into his eyes, talking to him soothingly, assuring him he was there. And to his amazement, Isaac had calmed down. Scott, smiling cockily, had leaned back against the wall, and the two of them had just sat there for ages, Scott's arm wrapped protectively around Isaac, Isaac brought in close and snuggled into Scott's shoulder, his head resting on Scott's beautiful tanned shoulder, his hand holding Scott's and stroking it with his thumb, while the other was snaked around Scott's waist.

They had sat there for hours, talking, listening (they heard the argument between Lydia and Aiden as she told him he couldn't leave, and he challenged that he didn't have a reason to stay, and then there was the reboot of that conversation when Ethan said that he was taking off and they heard Danny pleading with him not to), and just enjoying each other's company, getting to know every little bit of each other. They had finally admitted defeat and willed up the power to separate themselves for a while and go home when Stiles said he refused to stay any longer as he'd already been there past four oclock waiting for them to finish, and he refused to miss Digimon for anyone, and both Scott and Isaac had agreed that this was a good reason for him to abandon his post, and so they headed home, Isaac's arms wrapped around Scott's chest for the entire bike ride.

And when they got home to discover Melissa wasn't in, Scott, grinning excitedly, had taken Isaac's hand and led him up the stairs, guiding him into his bedroom and pulling him down onto the bed before tugging playfully and slightly beggingly at Isaac's clothes. Isaac had obliged and had leaned back on the pillows, Scott hanging above him and bending down, kissing him passionately, his warm hands stroking down Isaac's pale skin, making Isaac moan in pleasure. Scott had gently run down Isaac's chest and stomach with his fingers, barely touching him, stimulating all sorts of responses in him, and then he had come to the top of Isaac's jeans and had looked at him, cocking his head questioningly, kind of like an adorable puppy. And then, he had smiled widely as Isaac had nodded his weak consent, and Scott had carefully undone Isaac's jeans, slipping them off and revealing Isaac's bulging boxers. Scott had looked at it playfully, but also with reverence, and had ever so gently stroked it, making Isaac moan in pleasure.

And then, Isaac had sat up, pushing Scott onto his haunches, making Scott look at him worriedly, as if afraid he had done something wrong. Isaac had nuzzled him with his nose, grinning slightly, and then pulled Scott's jacket off, and Scott's adorable big brown eyes widened in realisation, before smiling in excitement as Isaac pulled his tshirt off of him. And then Isaac was on top, and then to Scott's confusion, he was behind him. The reason why became clear a second later as Isaac kissed his cheek and began to massage him just like he had before, and Scott had made a strange noise of pleasure in his throat that he didn't know he could make. Isaac had kneaded all the knots out of his new gorgeous Alpha, Scott closing his eyes in enjoyment as he did so, and also enjoying the kisses Isaac was trailing down his neck and on his cheek. He also enjoyed as Isaac ran his hands through his gelled hair, and snaked his hand down his sculpted chest whenever he was choosing a new target for his soft hands to rub into. And then, when Scott felt the most relaxed he had ever felt, Isaac came from his back to his front, and silently looked at Scott, as if asking permission. Scott smirked, and shook his head in amusement, and he momentarily hated himself as Isaac seemed to droop, kind of like how a dog's would when it was told off. Scott had then gently kissed him, nudging him with his nose, and suddenly, Isaac understood what he had meant: he didn't even have to ask.

And then Isaac had undid Scott's jeans, pulling them off in excitement, seeing the black boxers that were struggling to contain Scott's aroused cock. He had stroked it, as if frightened somehow, before relaxing into it and becoming more natural at it. It was when he stroked very lightly down Scott's shaft that Scott made a groan of pleasure, and kissed Isaac, while gently forcing him down onto the bed, nestling Isaac in the pillows while he lay beside him. Isaac had then started kissing Scott's neck, his hands running down his bare chest and gently taking Scott's cock, while Scott had brought Isaac close, holding him beside him, kissing every inch of his body that he could reach. He had then playfully pinned Isaac, and Isaac had given him a playful smile as Scott kissed down to Isaac's stomach, going to the top of his groin, enjoying seeing his boxer clad cock bulge due to his actions, Isaac moaning in lustful pleasure. Scott had released him, and Isaac had fixed him with a look, and all of Scott's resistance melted away, lying down beside Isaac, Isaac snuggling into his embrace, Scott bent slightly around him as the two lay in the darkening room together. And there they lay, Isaac wrapped in Scott's arms, his fingers trailing down Scott's chest while Scott stroked Isaac's hair lovingly before they both drifted off to sleep.

Isaac had awoken the next morning the happiest he had ever felt, and had been greeted by a passionate kiss from Scott. And then, virtually a week later, it had all changed, and he had fallen into the state of high dudgeon that he had endured ever since.

Isaac shut off the shower, glowering at the world. His life had never been fair, but this was a new low for the world, building him up, and then kicking him.

It wouldn't be so bad if it was just the state of his relationship with Scott. Even though Scott had broken his heart, they still lived together, and for the most part, they remained friends. But the closeness was gone, the constant physical contact was no more, and both of them slept in their own beds now, and they didn't stay up as late together anymore either. But they were still friendly, and Isaac still had a home. The day after they had stopped what they were doing, a very sad and apologetic Scott had said to Isaac's locked door that he didn't want to stop being his friend, or his alpha, or his roommate. Just...just not his boyfriend.

Regardless, other than that, their relationship was still fairly good, other than Isaac's broken heart and Scott's hurt feelings, but they were both hurting, even if Scott was too pigheaded to admit it.

Or maybe Scott just didn't care about him as much as Isaac cared about him...no, he wouldn't think like that, thinking like that only wound up in more tears.

But while his relationship with Scott had been affected, it wasn't all that had changed since Isaac had briefly allowed himself to be happy. Before the nemeton sacrifice and the defeat of Deucalion and Jennifer, Stiles had been the best friend Isaac had ever had, well other than Scott, but he hadn't counted him since he was in love with him. But ever since then, he and Stiles hadn't been getting on at all. As a result, Isaac was spending more time with the girls, not wanting to step on Stiles' toes and affect either of their relationship with Scott, and as a result, Scott was acting hurt and jealous at this development.

He didn't know what it was. Was it some life long best friend thing that made Stiles suddenly passionately resent Isaac? Did he blame Isaac for what happened with Scott? Was he jealous? Either way, Stiles and Isaac barely spent any time together now, and when they did, it would only lead to an argument, which would just make Scott groan wearily and the girls start talking about their soap operas, which made Scott groan even more.

Isaac left the bathroom, avoiding all signs of Scott, his head hung low. His thoughts started dark in the morning and generally got worse as the day went on. Well, that had been the way of things since he and Scott had broken up. The first few days, Isaac had been resistant to getting up at all, and had just laid in his room, in the dark, hating everyone and everything, and Scott in particular. He had resisted Melissa's attempts to talk, and had ignored the worried texts from Allison and Lydia (he hadn't had one from Stiles), and he could feel his claws growing and his eyes flashing every time Scott made any attempt to interact with him. But since then, he had generally improved, and despite himself, he actually looked forward to the time he spent with the girls. And despite his earlier animosity towards her, he was beginning to admit that Allison was growing on him, and that she was actually pretty cool, and he had been spending a lot of time with her, and enjoying himself too.

But she wasn't Scott.

Isaac sighed in annoyance as he pulled on his clothes, using his hands to straighten out his hair. He checked the time, and sighed. He really should get a move on. Next door, he could hear Scott moving around, and decided it was time to begin the days torture.

He paused as he hung outside Scott's door. He hated this. He wanted Scott back, but he was being stupid if he thought that Scott had the same feelings for him that he did for his Alpha. He'd made that clear. And they were still friends, and he was grateful for that.

That didn't stop his heart breaking every time he saw what he couldn't have.

He was about to knock on Scott's door, he didn't just walk in anymore like he had learned to, when the door opened to reveal his Alpha, and Isaac felt his heart do that strange thing it did every time he saw Scott to remind him of just how screwed up he was. That strange pang of longing, hurt, anger, happiness, love and sadness that made him realise that he was all too alive.

And damn it, why was Scott so gorgeous? Dressed in a black tank top and shirt, his hair styled immaculately as always, his air of kindness and love, everything that attracted Isaac to him, all rolled into one. He stopped short as he saw his Alpha, his roommate, his friend, his ex...

"Hey." He began, and Scott, who had been surprised by his ex's sudden appearance (though, Isaac mused, could he be an ex when they'd only technically been together about a week?), took a surprised step back, and Isaac felt a little sting at the loss of even closeness, it was bad enough they had lost the constant contact.

"Oh boy." Scott said as he did so, and Isaac could see a cloud of fear and regret in his eyes, but that just made him more agitated, after all, he was the one who had ended it.

"Are you going to school?" Isaac asked, hating the look of sadness in Scott's eyes and knowing full well it was because of him. No, because of Scott, not him.

"Yeah." Scott said, clearly wanting to get out before either of them did something they'd regret.

"Cool. Me too." Isaac replied, and decided it was better to leave now, why had he even come to the door again?

"Good." Scott said easily, hoping that that was the end.

That was clearly it, and Isaac considered leaving, he would get the bus, since they had split up, he hadn't gone anywhere on the bike with Scott, and Stiles didn't give him a lift anymore either since he'd somehow inexplicably lost him as a friend too. But then, his mind dwelling on the past few weeks, his father's voice gloating in his head 'why would he ever love something like you', focusing on all the negative feelings he'd had since they ended it, the loss of both Scott and Stiles, and he was seized by an unexplainable daring.

He didn't care anymore, he wanted answers. He wanted to know what he had done to make Scott fall out of love with him. Because he had loved him. At least he thought he had. Scott had been the one to kiss him, surely that meant something? But not knowing was killing him. Scott had broken his heart, and Isaac didn't even get to know why, and he was sick of it. He wanted to know why Scott had ended it.

He wanted to know what he had done wrong to make Scott leave him in the first place.

"Can I ask you a question?" he asked, panic setting in, what was he going to ask? Why did you dump me? Did you even love me? Were you leading me on the whole time? Did you get Stiles to hate me? What did I do that was so wrong that you broke up with me?

"Ok." Scott replied, no longer like he wanted to make a run for it, just calm and collected, his friend, standing by and waiting for his friend to speak.

"Are you angry with me?" Isaac blurted out, because after all, that would explain it, it would be something that he had done, and Scott would be mad at him for it, but Isaac wouldn't have fixed in, so Scott would have ended it...

"No." Scott denied, shaking his head slightly, but Isaac wasn't soothed yet.

"Are you sure?" Isaac persisted, because he wanted answers, he wanted to know why Scott suddenly broke up with him, what he did to make him do it.

"No." Scott replied, but this time, he was much less confident in his answer, and Isaac felt his blood boil slightly. Scott was angry with him? It might be his fault, but Isaac was the one with the most right to be angry.

"What's that, what's that mean?" Isaac asked, needing clarification, needing an answer, not just to find out why they had broke up, but because Scott was his friend, he didn't want him to be angry with him. He didn't want the guy he loved to be angry with him.

Scott looked at him helplessly, clearly not knowing what to do with this situation.

"I guess I'm not really sure how I'm feeling." Scott replied, shrugging aimlessly.

Well, he might not know how he felt, but Isaac knew how he was feeling, and it wasn't pretty. He was pissed, and he was hurt, and he was lost, he was confused, and heartbroken, and sorry, but Scott wasn't helping him here, he needed to know, he wanted to know, but Scott couldn't even bring himself to tell him what it was that had brought them to this point in the first place.

"Ok, do you hate me?" Isaac asked, quite proud that his voice only wavered ever so slightly, he'd made a good job of hiding that if Scott said yes it would destroy him totally. At least he hoped he had.

"No, of course not." Scott said firmly, incredulous that Isaac could believe that he hated him in any way, and Isaac calmed down slightly, at least Scott didn't hate him for what he had done.

"Do you want to hit me?" Isaac asked, not quite sure where he was going with this.

He didn't know what he had did, but whatever it was, maybe if Scott vented on him, he would feel better, and at least tell him why he had broken up with him. Whatever he had done to make Scott not love him anymore, he had to know what it was, it was killing him not knowing. And he wanted a reaction to Scott, something that proved to him he hadn't just imagined the entire thing, hadn't imagined that Scott had cared about him more than as a flatmate and a friend. And if he hit him, it meant that Scott would be touching him again.

"No." Scott refused, but Isaac wouldn't let it go.

"I think you should hit me." He said earnestly, he genuinely believed that Scott should hit him, he wanted him to hit him, he needed Scott to prove something, he didn't know what it was but he did know he needed him to touch him. He needed this to feel real, to keep reminding himself that he wasn't the one suffering the fallout from the nemeton sacrifice and that he didn't actually have Scott.

"I don't want to hit you." Scott protested, as if it were crazy that Isaac would even want him to, and admittedly, it was kind of crazy, but Isaac needed Scott to hate him, or to think he had done something wrong, then it would at least explain why they had split up.

"Are you sure?" Isaac asked, and Scott looked at him in amused incredulity.

"Why would I want to hit you? You haven't done anything have you?" he asked, though there was a slight lilt to his voice, as if wanting Isaac to say he hadn't done anything.

Isaac however, was puzzled. Well he'd done lots of stuff. He had spilled soup on the new white tea towel and had blamed Scott when Melissa had asked, and she had seemed content with the explanation. He had been the one who had swapped all of Scott's cds from their proper boxes and put them in other ones (what could he say, he was hurt, he wanted to get back at him, he was still his friend somehow, and it was kind of fun watching Scott wonder how all his cds were in different boxes). He had also messed with his school books, hiding his notes in different folders. And, in retaliation for their break up, he had also squirted all of Scott's gel down the sink, but that had been when he was really annoyed, and he had taken a savage pleasure in watching Scott try to puzzle out where his gel had vanished to. Yeah, no one said his Alpha was quick on the uptake.

But why would-of course. Allison. After all, it was always about her wasn't it? That's what Scott was afraid of. That he had done something with Allison.

Of course he hadn't. While he was a hell of a lot less hostile towards her than he used to be, he wasn't in love with her. Of course he wasn't, he was still head over heels for Scott, and that wasn't likely to change when they were together so much, and when Scott was his Alpha. But, admittedly, he did feel...something for her. He didn't know what it was, but he did feel something. But Scott was seriously off the reservation if he thought that he would do anything with Allison. He wouldn't do that to her for a start. It wouldn't be fair to her, not when he was in love with Scott, he would be leading her on.

Kind of like what he was feeling Scott had done to him before he had ripped his heart out.

And he also wouldn't do that to Scott. Aside from the fact that he was still in love with him, and could never do anything to hurt him, Scott was his friend. His best friend, since Stiles apparently didn't want to be his friend anymore. He wouldn't do that to Scott. And besides, he lived with him, how awkward would that be? And on top of that, it was a thing you just didn't do, you didn't go out with your best friends ex. And...Scott was the first person he had ever truly felt loyal to. He couldn't betray him like that, especially when you added the whole gorgeous glowing red eyed Alpha bit into it. He'd been loyal to Derek, sure, but that was before he'd truly understood what loyalty meant, and was only through, well not necessity, but kind of because Derek had been his Alpha and he'd had no choice, and back then, he was loyal to him. Until Scott had come along, all cute and sweet and wanting everyone to be safe and caring about everyone, the jerk.

He didn't mean that. Scott wasn't a jerk. He might have broken his heart, and might even have led him on, but he wasn't a jerk.

And besides, his loyalty to Derek had rapidly evaporated when he'd kicked him out. Now, he was a jerk.

"No, no, uh, what do you mean?" he asked in confusion, and then Scott confirmed this was actually about Allison, how typical.

Maybe it was because he still loved her that he had broken up with him. He felt a red hot, devastated anger growing inside him. Of course it was about her, his entire damned world revolved around her, even when they were split up. He should have known. He was just a rebound from Allison, and Scott...Scott had let it happen. He...Scott had just been on the rebound, and had decided to experiment. And in a week, he had decided that he didn't like his experiment, and Isaac had been dropped like a hot potato so he could go back to mooning over Allison. And Isaac had been stupid enough to fall for it.

Yeah. What chance did Isaac have while Allison was the love of Scott's life? He had never stood a chance, and to Scott, at least romantically, he had just been a teenage experiment, nothing serious. So much for him loving him.

"You didn't kiss her or anything, right?" Scott asked leadingly, and Isaac fought down a snarl of fury, no he wouldn't because as he knew full well he was in love with him. Not every guy on the planet revolved around Allison Argent.

This wasn't fair to her, and if he was slightly less hurt and angry, he might see where Scott was coming from. With Stiles and Lydia being partners in crime more often than not these days, and Stiles and Isaac not getting on, it was Allison he was spending most of his time with. But still, that didn't justify Scott saying he loved him, making him feel loved and then dumping him just so he could go back to loving Allison from afar, and it was even worse because she was seriously not interested. She had moved on, problem was, Scott had moved only a little bit, then went back to the same position again.

"No, no, absolutely not." Isaac said, wanting to escape Scott's room and just go to school, he didn't want to be here anymore, and besides, unlike Scott, who had a bike, he actually had a bus to catch and didn't want to ask Melissa for a lift, he didn't want to advertise that her son didn't love him anymore.

"But you might have?" Scott asked, his voice tense, and Isaac seriously considered just letting loose, damn the consequences. He wanted to storm and yell at Scott, he didn't care that he lived with him, that it would hurt him, that he was his Alpha, that Melissa would hear.

But he kind of did.

But just as he considered just leaving it there, with Scott wondering all day, which he bloody deserved, he decided to be the smaller person. After weeks of languishing in misery, he reckoned he kind of deserved the opportunity to be a dick back to Scott.

"Yeah totally." He said cockily, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph and satisfaction as Scott's eyes widened in anger, flashing red, and also kind of savouring the hurt look, the look of betrayal as he realised that Isaac would do that to him.

Yeah, welcome to his world.

And then, Scott had his claws out, and threw Isaac from the room, sending him across the corridor and slamming into the wall. The painting that adorned it fell to the ground the same time Isaac did, grimacing and suppressing the sting he felt from the attack, as Scott seethed in his room, his eyes returning to their normal warm, chocolate brown.

And then Melissa came around the corner, clearly attracted by the noise of the painting falling, and Isaac felt ever so slightly bad for provoking Scott, if only because Melissa wasn't involved in this and she was now roped into this on her day off no less, she didn't need his problems on top of her own.

"Hey! Two supernatural teenaged boys? Don't test my entirely unsupernatural levels of patience." She warned, gesturing for Isaac to fix the painting as she headed back to finish making her breakfast.

Isaac then looked at Scott, who was standing in his room, his eyes chocolate brown again, his claws gone, and looking horrified as he saw Isaac slumped on the floor outside his room.

"Feel better?" Isaac challenged, before getting to his feet, his glare hostile.

"Isaac..." Scott began, but Isaac ignored him, hung the picture and then took savage delight in picking up his things and heading for the door without a backward glance towards his Alpha, who, provoked or not...had just done the same thing that had made Isaac come to him in the first place, no matter how much he hadn't really meant it.

And Scott looked at where he had thrown Isaac into the wall, and felt his stomach file with bile. Isaac.

"Oh crap." He said softly, guilt riddling him.

XX

"He said he wanted to kiss Allison." Scott said, and Stiles looked at him in surprise.

"And does he?" he asked, and Scott sighed wearily.

"I don't know! I don't think so, well, not really, well at least I hope he doesn't, but he might do, but I..." Scott rambled, and Stiles rolled his eyes as he looked for his lunch in his bag.

"And you threw him?" Stiles asked, hissing in annoyance as he tried to find his chocolate bar that he had swiped from his dad's stash, the man may be the sheriff, but when it came to hiding chocolate bars from his son, he was pretty hopeless.

"Well, yeah." Scott admitted lamely, and Stiles pulled his head out of his bag to look at Scott in disbelief.

"You, Scott McCall, Isaac's knight in shining armour, threw him for-?" Stiles began to ask, and Scott hammered his fist onto his locker.

"I know! I know. I shouldn't have lost my temper, he can kiss her if he likes. And it still doesn't justify the fact that I did it to him. I feel awful." He moaned, and Stiles sighed in irritation.

"Scott, he's a big boy, he can handle it." He said, but Scott looked at him sceptically.

"With his past?" he challenged back, and Stiles shook his head.

"I really wish people would stop bringing up his childhood. Yeah, sure, he was abused, and man that really sucks. But come on, enough's enough. Ah!" Stiles ranted, finishing triumphantly as he finally found his chocolate bar.

Scott folded his arms in annoyance, leaning on the locker as he glared at Stiles.

"Alright, what is your problem with him recently? You never used to be like this, either of you, but now I can't leave you alone for two minutes without you bickering like crazy, sniping at each other. What happened? You used to be good friends." He pointed out, and Stiles shot him a look of superiority, one he had clearly copied from Lydia.

"You used to be his boyfriend and you aren't anymore." He retaliated, and Scott fought down a wave of anger.

"That hasn't got anything to do with it. Unless you're using that as justification for being a dick to him, in which case, it kind of makes you a bigger dick than it does me." Scott snapped, peeved, and Stiles put up his hands in surrender.

"Whoa, don't bite my head off, sheesh. No it isn't to do with that. I don't really know what it is to be honest, just...something about him rubs me up the wrong way, that's all." He admitted, and he did look genuinely confused by it.

"Why? He never used to bother you." He pointed out, and Stiles held up his hands helplessly.

"Scott, I hate it! I know I'm being a dick to him and having a go at him all the time, but I can't help it. Admittedly, when he was Derek's stooge he wasn't my favourite person, but we were good friends, but now, I can hardly be in the same room as him, I don't know what it is. And I see how I'm getting to him, and I see that's getting to you, and don't deny it we both know its true, and I want to stop but I can't. Not only am I losing my mind and not able to read anymore, I'm alienating one of the few friends I've got. Stupid nemeton." He ranted, and Scott sighed.

Yeah, the nemeton had a lot to answer for.

"We'll figure it out somehow. Oh, and it doesn't get to me, it just annoys me, you give me a headache." Scott said with dignity, and Stiles snorted in amusement.

"Oh really? You're going to stand there and tell me that it doesn't kill you every time you see Isaac sitting there wit the kicked puppy look you love so much?"

"I don't love anything of the sort." Scott said, completely unconvincingly, and Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, and I'm Queen Elizabeth. Scott, I know I've asked a million times, but why did you break up with him? All its done is make you both completely miserable. And you lose your marbles." He said, as Scott had told him about the weird stuff that had been happening at home.

Being quicker on the uptake than Scott, he reckoned Isaac's fingerprints were all over those multiple crime scenes but Scott either wasn't going to put two and two together, or he knew and didn't want to admit he knew. Stiles however suspected the former.

"It's for the best." Scott whispered, although he didn't sound convinced.

"Oh yeah? Who for? Because it certainly isn't you two." Stiles said, but received no reply.

Shaking his head, Stiles moved on.

"Well anyway, you still need to talk to him. Otherwise, you might lose him altogether. Just talk to him ok?" he asked, and Scott nodded.

He knew he needed to. He had promised Isaac that he would never hurt him. Mind you he had also told him he loved him. He'd failed on both counts recently that was for sure. Just this morning, he had done the same thing to Isaac that Derek had done. Turned on him.

Sure, it hadn't been as violent as Derek's attack had been, but it also didn't have the same underlying reasons that made it kind of justifiable. He'd abused Isaac's trust, and hurt him. Yeah, in a way it had been kind of playful, and Isaac had provoked him, but that wasn't the point. He had gone too far, he had hurt Isaac and he needed to make that right.

Because Stiles was right about one thing. Isaac still meant the world to him. And anything that hurt him, he still had the urge to rip the head off of, hem who had never even considered killing anyone, would happily rip anyone who hurt Isaac up. That first day, when Isaac had started to panic in the storeroom with him, Scott had seriously considered finding a way to get Isaac's father resurrected just so he could kill him himself for inflicting the damage he did to Isaac.

And now it was him who had hurt him. He'd hated himself when he had done that before they had gotten together. And he had downright detested himself, so much he wanted to rip his own head off, when he ended it with Isaac. But now, it had reached a whole new level. This time, he had physically attacked Isaac.

He, Scott, the one who had been the first person to tell Isaac that he cared about what happened to him, the one who had taken him in when Derek had thrown him out, the one who had thrown madly in love with him, the one who had made Isaac his first Beta, was the one who had done this to him.

And he needed to fix it.

Now.

I'm back, and to prove it, I'm uploading two chapters!

Now, I know a lot of you are going to hate me, I feel so bad for breaking them up! No one feels worse than me writing this.

Right, I shall get to my proper blurb next chapter, but for now, hope you enjoyed this chapter, and go right on to the next one!