Isaac/Scott

Author's Note: So I've a lot of fics about the end of episode 4 where Isaac gets kicked out and they all seem to go way too quickly from Isaac's crisis of being kicked out by Derek to new relationship with Scott and/or sexy time. Or they have Isaac completely break down crying. All of which I feel isn't in line with Isaac's character. So hopefully this chapter is more in line with the characters. Hope you enjoy.

It didn't make any sense. No matter how much he thought about or how he turned it about in his head, he couldn't find any way to make sense out of it. One day everything was fine, not a problem that he could see, and the next he was being kicked out like a piece of trash. It hadn't mattered to Derek that it was pouring outside, nor did it seem to matter that he didn't have anywhere to go. His family had never been very big and with his dad's death there wasn't a single Lahey in Beacon Hills except for him. Not that he would've gone back to live with his dad, but the point remained.

He barely noticed the pouring rain and what part of his brain did notice didn't bother to acknowledge it. It didn't matter. What mattered was that he, after remaining with Derek instead of running away like Erica and Boyd and after helping out however he could, had been thrown out like he was a burden. As if instead of being a member of a pack, he had been just some charity case that Derek had gotten tired of.

He wasn't even sure if he was still a member of the pack anymore. Had Derek just thrown him out of the loft or kicked him out of the pack as well? Was he still a Beta or was he now an Omega? And what about the Alpha pack? How was Derek supposed to fight them if he kept his own pack small? Peter wasn't reliable and Boyd wasn't exactly jumping at the chance to rejoin the pack, which just left Cora and himself.

With a heavy sigh, he pushed that train of thought away, clearly Derek didn't want him around anymore. But while part of him was angry enough that he wouldn't mind seeing Derek fail, another part was still too concerned about what the Alpha pack would do to just wholly accept the idea of leaving Derek to his own mess. It was so confusing. He didn't think he'd done anything wrong, but Derek wouldn't give him a straight answer.

But it felt like he had. Like somehow he had crossed some line without knowing it. Only one other person had ever thrown things at him like that and, while he was glad it hadn't turned into a beating or being locked up in a freezer, at least his dad had given some kind of reason, shitty as that reason might have been. A disappointing grade or some problem at school or failing to score a goal during a lacrosse game, something. But with Derek there wasn't any reason, he'd just yelled at him to get out and thrown a glass at his head.

It hurt, the fact that Derek had thrown a glass at him, not the glass itself. It felt like a betrayal. Derek had given him the bite, made him stronger so that he could handle the beatings and maybe even stand up to his dad. He'd helped him escape the endlessly crappy life that he'd had and start a new one, which while quite painful at times was infinitely better than what he'd had with his dad.

Part of him felt like crying, like he should just stop trying to hold himself together and give in to the feelings of confusion and betrayal and fear and anger at the unfairness of it all. But he wouldn't. He would stay strong and get through this, just like he'd gotten through the rest of his life up to this point. That didn't mean it would be pretty, very little in his life was, but he would endure. Even though part of him wanted to just give up and stop trying, just sit down and wallow in it all, he'd keep going. One day at a time. One problem at a time.

Which brought some awareness back to his surroundings. He was standing in the pouring rain in the middle of the night and he wasn't sure where he was. His feet had just sort of brought him to wherever it was he now found himself. He needed a place to stay, which a pissed off part of his mind reminded him shouldn't have been a problem he needed to solve. But he didn't know where to go and he knew from firsthand experience that the cold was still something to worry about, despite being a werewolf.

He struggled to think of where he could go, where there might be somebody willing to take him in, even if it was just for one night. His mind kept going back to that conversation that had ended with him being kicked out. How he couldn't believe Derek was being serious and how part of him just couldn't believe it was happening until Derek had thrown that glass at his head. It was a struggle just to focus on what he was doing.

But slowly he was able to push through all the distracting thoughts and emotions and realize there was one place where he could go, where he might be able to stay.

It took a moment for Scott's brain to start working again because the second that Isaac had walked in he had known that something was wrong. Isaac usually called or sent a text before he dropped by, not to mention the fact that he was soaked. Then Isaac had asked for a favor, something he'd never done before. Not with Scott, at least, and never like that.

But as soon as he got over the shock of Isaac's arrival, he nodded, "Yeah, of course. What is it?"

Isaac sniffled and Scott wasn't sure if it was due to him being soaked from the rain or if he was holding back tears because now that he looked at his boyfriend he could see that Isaac would've looked like crap without having been soaked from the storm, "Could I … could I stay the night? I know its kind of sudden, but I, uh, I don't have anywhere else to stay."

From the look in his eyes and the fact that he didn't seem to care that he was soaking wet, Scott didn't doubt Isaac for a second and he gaped, "Of course you can stay, Isaac. You can stay as long as you want. But why would Derek kick you out?"

Isaac shrugged and just continued to stand there, making Scott wonder how much Isaac had actually heard him say, "I'm … I don't know. He, uh, he wouldn't really say."

Isaac sniffled again and Scott got up from his chair to wrap his arms around his boyfriend. It didn't matter that Isaac was dripping water all over the carpet or that his own clothes were going to be all wet now, too, because as Isaac stood there he'd been able to see that Isaac actually was fighting back tears. He didn't know what had happened between Isaac and Derek, but it had obviously been really bad if it brought Isaac to tears, even unshed ones. He'd never seen Isaac cry, not even after a particularly bad nightmare, and he didn't want to find out what it looked like.

Isaac's arms came up around him and held tight as he let out another sniffle, which prompted Scott to say, "It'll be okay. I'm right here and you can stay as long as you like."

Isaac nodded against his shoulder and he could tell there was a bit of a dichotomy to Isaac's actions. The taller werewolf was struggling not to cry, Scott had seen that with the tears in Isaac's eyes, but at the same time Isaac wasn't pulling away from the comfort and reassurance that Scott was more than willing to give. He had no idea what had caused Derek to kick Isaac out, but it was probably something stupid and ridiculous like Derek's justification for keeping him in the dark had been.

After a few minutes had passed like that, during which Scott patiently gave Isaac the time he needed, Isaac pulled back a little and suddenly seemed to realize that he'd gotten Scott and the carpet wet, "Sorry, maybe I should-"

"No, its alright, really. There are towels in the bathroom. Um," and he looked at the duffel bag that Isaac had brought with him, which was just as wet as Isaac, "do you have anything to wear that's still dry?"

Isaac followed his gaze to the duffel bag and sighed, "Probably not."

Reluctantly, because he knew Isaac appreciated it and so did he, he slipped out from Isaac's arms and pulled a pair of shorts out of his dresser, "Here. You probably don't want to wear any of my shirts since they'd be too small for you, or at least a little tight. Go dry off and I'll check to see if anything you've got is still dry. Even if it isn't, I'll make sure its all ready for you in the morning."

Isaac nodded, taking the shorts and heading off to the bathroom. Once the door was shut, Scott began rifling through Isaac's duffel bag, but all the clothes were either soaked or damp, just as he'd expected. He laid out everything that wasn't clothing, which wasn't much, and took the entire bag to the laundry room and started sorting out the clothes, not wanting to ruin any of the few possessions that Isaac still had. He had just put the first load into the washing machine, because he had no idea if Isaac's clothes were clean or not, when he heard the bathroom door open and hurried over to make sure Isaac was okay.

His eyes were still a little red, but the tears were gone and he softly said, "Scott, thank you."

As much as he would've loved to just admire the view that was Isaac without a shirt on, he knew now wasn't the time, even though he felt no shame at all in pulling Isaac in for a kiss, "Don't mention it. You'll always have a place here, I promise."

A small relieved smile appeared on Isaac's lips and then his arms were around Scott, holding him tight, and Scott could tell that this time the hug wasn't about needing support. It was about gratitude and love. He brought his arms around Isaac, one hand finding its way up to his curly hair, glad that Isaac was feeling a little better.

After a long moment enjoying the feel of having Isaac in his arms, he gently said, "You want to get some rest? You'll probably feel better in the morning."

Isaac nodded slowly before pulling back and Scott could see the fatigue in his blue eyes, emotional and physical, as he said, "Thank you, Scott, really. Are you …?"

Scott knew where Isaac was going with that and shook his head apologetically, "Sorry, but I've got some homework to do. I'm not going to fail any classes this year."

That got a lopsided grin from Isaac as he headed back into Scott's room. He watched as Isaac got in bed and got comfortable before going back to his desk and focusing on his unfinished homework while keeping an ear open for Isaac. It only took a minute before Isaac fell asleep and he turned to see Isaac laying on his side, facing the wall. He stared for a moment, letting out a sigh at how unfair Isaac's life was. It was just one thing after another for Isaac. He wished he could do something for Isaac, something more than giving him a place to stay.

But for now that was all he could do. It seemed like it was enough for Isaac, at least for now. That didn't mean it felt like enough. He wanted to find out exactly what had happened with Derek, what he'd been thinking when he kicked Isaac out. Except Scott knew that Derek wasn't particularly talkative when it came to anyone who wasn't pack or family and he was neither. He sent a text to Stiles, hoping that his best friend would have some idea as to what was going on with Derek. It was a long shot though, so he didn't really expect anything.

He'd just finished his homework when he heard his mom get home and hurried down to talk to her before she accidentally woke Isaac and so that she didn't unexpectedly bump into Isaac in the morning. Thankfully, once he explained why Isaac was there and why he'd told Isaac he could stay, she was a little flustered at the abruptness of it all, but agreed to let Isaac stay as long as necessary. Which was a huge relief for Scott because he would've felt absolutely horrible if he'd had to tell Isaac that he couldn't stay after all.

It was past midnight by the time Scott was finally able to go to bed, having finished his homework and made sure that Isaac's clothes were clean and dry. While the shorts he'd let Isaac wear worked in a pinch, he didn't think forcing Isaac into his clothes would be a good idea. By that time Isaac had turned to face the room instead of the wall. Scott slipped into bed and pressed up against Isaac, his back to Isaac's chest, a smile growing on his lips when he felt Isaac's arms come around him and hold tight. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, leaving the worries of the world behind, if only for a little while.