Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf (you know what's coming, for maximum effect, I'd say play Roslin and Adama from Battlestar Galactica in the final scenes of the chapter, that's what I was doing, still one of the best love themes I've heard)
Two-Pack
"Come on, we're going!" she said, extending her hand down to him, and he looked up at her blearily, breaking out of the state of stupefied shock that he had been in as he had watched her kill his tormentor who was now lying with a bullet in his brain on the floor.
There was shouting outside, the sounds of guns, rifles, all being cocked, all of them ready to open fire on whoever had dared kill one of their own.
"What, how?" he asked, his voice raspy as he looked at her in disbelief but he got to his feet nonetheless.
"You told me what you wanted. I had to give you it. Doesn't hurt that you're very cute underneath the beard." She told him fondly, and he gave her a hesitant smile.
"But still, you killed him." He said, and she arced an eyebrow at him.
"Really, you're going to lecture me about killing considering what you are?" she asked him waspishly and he conceded that point, taking her hand as she led them towards the door to the prison cell he had been chained up in the last five years.
"Um..." he said pointedly, indicating the chains around his ankles and she rolled her eyes at her own stupidity before clicking her fingers, freeing his ankles from the wall.
"Thanks. I thought you had stopped coming." He said softly as they reached the door, hearing people running towards them from the tunnels outside, shouts and yells of anger echoing towards them.
"And stop seeing you every day? I was trying to deny what I am, what I can do. No more. I couldn't bear seeing what they were doing to you." She said softly, and he took her cheek gently, rubbing his nose against hers.
"They weren't exactly nice to you either, and you're meant to be on their side." He said, he had missed her, the one bright thing that had existed in his life these last five years.
The woman he had fallen in love with.
Who had just happened to kill her superior for him because of what she was. Whatever it was that she was, but he realised that he didn't care.
All he wanted to do was this.
And he tilted her face up, fingers wrapping in her black curly hair and kissed her fiercely, while she made a noise of surprise in her throat as he did so.
Then two men dressed in dark robes, their eyes furious and their dark beards wild, wielding machine guns entered, shouting in a language he couldn't understand, raising their machine guns to cut down the two of them, and before he could even shove her to the floor another man had entered behind them and had opened fire, hundreds of bullets rushing right for them.
And she raised a hand in the air and to his surprise (he felt his jaw drop) the bullets stopped in midair before they got close to hitting them, hanging there as if in suspended animation. He then looked at the beautiful woman beside him, looking at her in shock and admittedly curiosity as her eyes were now glowing a very bright green, her pupils were gone leaving only these glowing green orbs behind.
"His captivity is over. And so is my slavery!" she spat, and the three men looked at her in terror as she gestured, sending the bullets through the bodies of the men standing in her way, dropping their stupefied, disbelieving corpses to the floor.
"Um, do I get to know what you are? And...well, I've seen a fair bit of weird stuff in my time but this, this is so totally new!" he complained, and she turned to him, her eyes going back to their usual warm brown colour.
"I'm sorry, I don't have time to explain it to you. But I swear, I'm not going to hurt you, I'm getting you out of here. I love you." She said, her voice scared and he cocked his head at her.
"What, you think I don't love you too? Because I do love you! It's just...I didn't know there was more of you." He said, picking up one of the machine guns and one of the fallen men's revolver.
"Well, how about we get out of this death trap, and once we're back in the relative safety of civilisation, I'll answer all your questions...after you shave, your beard's kind of scratchy." She said, her nose wrinkled and he shrugged easily.
"Sounds good to me, a shower wouldn't go amiss either. Hey jackass, I know you're there." He called, and fired a short burst of bullets from his machine gun, dropping another body.
"Alright, let's get out of here, because boy are they going to be pissed now." She said as alarms and calls started echoing through the rocky tunnels and he grinned, picked up a knife that had fallen from the hands of the man he had just killed and they dashed along the corridor, only to find themselves in a room with nearly a dozen robed and armed men who opened fire immediately.
He darted to the side, using the wall as cover and his heart faltered as she let out of a cry of pain, a bullet having hit her in the leg. She snarled, her eyes glowing green again and ripped a chunk of rock from the wall, crushing two men while creating a protective bubble around herself. Bullets bounced off it, two of them hitting the men who were firing at them, and as they looked at the bubble around her in shock, he opened fire, mowing down several more of the men, all of whom started to aim at him.
Until a burst of green sparks hit the centre man in the chest and he burst into flames on the spot, making him look at her in shock, just what could she do?
But this wasn't the time, all these men wanted to kill them, and this wasn't the place to get to know her more than h already did. And so as the men started to scream, turning tail and running, he opened fire, cutting down the last of his captors with a scream and the tunnels were suddenly quiet.
"You need to hurry, get to one of the vans, drive east, you'll find a town eventually, if you disguise yourself, you should be safe if any of them are left." She wheezed but he shook his head.
"I'm not going anywhere without my girl." He promised her, kissing her head and pulled the belt off one of the robed men, tying it around her leg and helping her to her feet.
"But..." she protested, and he smiled a little through his beard.
"I love you. And I'm not going anywhere without you. You think I care you can make men burst into flames? Well I do, but I don't hate you for it. You are what you are, whatever you are." He said, and she smiled at him.
"I'm glad they captured you." She said fondly, and his smile faltered.
"Well, I wouldn't go that far, but meeting you was a definite benefit of my extended stay. Fancy getting out of here?" he asked, and she nodded, hooking an arm around his neck and he led them towards the door, shooting the man who had been about to get the drop on them while she flicked her hand sending a grenade hurtling back up to the place where it had been thrown from, blasting apart whoever had thrown it. There were two men guarding a jeep and he shot one right in the head while she made a circle with her finger and his body dropped like a stone, his head facing the wrong way.
He loaded her into the jeep and she nodded at one of the fallen men, and he groaned resentfully.
"Well after all this I wouldn't want to go through any more trouble. We're leaving. I take it you want to go home?" she asked leadingly, and he smirked at her as he started pulling the robes off one of the fallen men.
"You know how to persuade a guy. Alright, you win." He said, and she smiled, clicking her fingers and to his surprise, clothes materialised in her hands beside her.
"What the, why can't you do that for me?" he asked, peeved and she smirked.
"Because beloved I knew where they were, all I did was move them from one place to here. Now, can you hurry up? My legs killing me." She said weakly, and he gave her an affectionate glare as he did as he was bid.
"I love you." He told her as he climbed into the jeep beside her, and she leaned her head on his shoulder, wincing as she extended her leg a little.
"I love you too. Now, show me how they drive where you come from." She told him, and he grinned.
"One boy racer, coming up!" he promised, gunning the engine and blazing away from his prison for the last five years in a cloud of dust as the sun beat down on them filtering through the mountains.
XX
"Isaac you next." Deaton said, noticing his glowing eyes.
Allison also noted his glowing eyes, and decided she didn't want to know what was causing them. The Nogitsune was the most likely possibility, however she knew full well Deaton wasn't Isaac's favourite person in the world, and would like nothing more than to literally rip him a new one.
The twins had already been done, both of them coughing up black blood and looking at each other nervously, as though afraid to make the first move. Allison however was focused mainly on Isaac, who Deaton had steered against the wall, a horrified expression on her face as she watched the vet stick his fingers into Isaac's mouth.
"Don't fight." Deaton commanded and she scoffed silently to herself, yeah, good idea, tell someone known to dislike you not to fight when you had your hand stuck in his mouth.
Isaac was struggling, rather opposed to having fingers groping in his mouth, making him gag, and even less than inclined to have Deaton's fingers in his mouth, groping around as if looking for loose change.
"Don't fight!" Deaton again urged, exclaiming in victory as he finally got the fly and threw it to the floor while Isaac, eyes still burning golden, hastily retreated to her side, and she noticed the twins out of the corner of her eye taking a step closer to Isaac, looking nervous about their very presence there.
"Are they ok now?" Allison asked, not looking at Isaac as he recoiled and tried to get his throat back to feeling normal.
"I hope so. The part that worries me is that this was most likely just a distraction from what was happening to Stiles." Deaton said, looking concerned as the boys continued coughing up black blood.
After calling Deaton and telling Kira everything she had wanted to know (and to her great bemusement Kira had told her she did know Scott liked Isaac, but did admit that she had heard Scott telling Isaac he loved him when he had been electrocuted), Deaton had arrived and had started to get the flies that had made the boys act the way they had out of them, informing them of what had happened with Stiles at the same time.
"There's really two of them now? How is that even possible?" Kira asked, really not wanting it to be true, after all, one hellish nightmare was more than enough to be getting on with.
"And how did the other one just take Lydia?" Allison asked, still not looking at Isaac, but she didn't really care, one her best friend was missing, two the boy she liked was in love with her ex and three she didn't know if it had been his choice or Stiles' basically for him to sleep with her and she did not want to have that conversation here.
"We turned around and they were gone, so was her car." Deaton explained with a shrug, not looking remotely apologetic as he was now being drilled with the glares of Allison and all three boys, true it was probably a more mature approach than blaming yourself appearing unfazed but still, it was pissing them off.
"So no one noticed him just kidnap her right out of the house?" Aiden ground out from his perch at the wall, his gaze murderous.
"Most of us were concentrating on the bizarre sight of a creature materialising out of the floor." Deaton explained irritably, which did stop Aiden complaining but he gave the vet the filthiest look he could muster while doing so.
"Wait, how can they be sure which Stiles is which?" Kira asked, and Deaton gave another shrug.
"That's what they're trying to figure out now. I'll see what I can do to help them." He said, sweeping from the room, oblivious to the glares of the three wolves.
"I don't like that guy." Ethan growled and Isaac's eyes flashed as he narrowed them in dislike at Deaton's back.
"Join the club. Allison, Kira, I am so, so, so so sorry." He said, his angry scowl turning into a pitiful face of sorrow as he looked at the two girls.
The twins nodded from either side of him, looking contrite.
"Yeah, we didn't mean to try to kill you." Ethan said, not meeting their eyes.
"But in our defence, you shouldn't have gotten yourselves trapped in here. But yeah, kind of a jerk move attacking you, so sorry." Aiden said, and Kira and Allison smiled at one another.
"Hey, it's no biggie. And you do have a point, trapping you and pissing you off wasn't a good move. But we kind of roughed you up, so, call it even?" Kira asked brightly, and the boys grinned.
"Deal." Ethan said happily.
"Alright, we need to make sure the Oni don't kill our Stiles." Allison said, and Kira nodded.
"Yeah, that's a good idea. The last thing we need is for them to skewer the wrong one. I'll try calling my mom again but she must be going deaf, comes with being as old as bloody Yoda." She said with a small scowl, heading out of the changing room.
"Allison, I..." Isaac began, but she shook her head.
"It doesn't matter, I know it wasn't you who locked me up. Or stole my car," she said, vexed and he blushed a little and looked at his shoes in shame, "but either way I need to go and check on my dad, he said he was coming here and didn't make it, and if you three were all taken over by Stiles and did what you did..."
"Derek might have gone after your dad." Aiden supplied, and she nodded before picking up the bag of weapons and leaving the changing room, leaving a slightly cold aura in her wake.
"She hates me." Isaac lamented, and Ethan looked at him curiously.
"For trying to kill her? Bit hypocritical isn't it? Didn't she try to kill you?" he asked, and he nodded.
"Yeah, but last night...we kind of, well you know, did something that while I might have slightly wanted to do, I wouldn't have done in my right mind." He said nervously, and Aiden groaned in sympathy.
"Aww man that sucks. Look on the bright side, it's either that or she knows." He assured him and Isaac still looked nervous, and Ethan looked at him.
"Wait, you think she does?" he asked in shock, and Isaac gestured hopelessly.
"I don't know, I was too busy trying to kill you two, she might do though." He moaned and Aiden shook his head.
"Wow. That Nogitsune seriously messed us up." He said, and then he looked at his brother, who looked hesitantly back.
"What?" Ethan asked nervously, and Isaac took a step back, not wanting to be in the middle of this.
"I'm sorry Ethan. But you know I would never want to kill you, well never really want to kill you if I was in my right mind right?" he asked, and Ethan nodded, a small grin on his face.
"Yeah I know. And I'm sorry too, about all that stuff I said to you. I mean you are kind of a psycho, but you're my brother, you're kind of meant to be." He said, and both twins grinned, apparently that was all that it took to fix their relationship.
Isaac scuffed his feet.
"I'm sorry too." He said, and both twins looked at him in genuine surprise.
"Wait, you're sorry you tried to kill us?" Aiden asked in disbelief.
"Or are you sorry you didn't?" Ethan asked suspiciously and Isaac grinned despite himself.
"The first one. I'm sorry I tried to kill you. I mean...you've kind of grown on me, which I hate because I want to hate you for everything you've done but, well, I don't want you dead. I don't even think I hate you anymore which believe me, pisses me off more than you can imagine. But I'm sorry ok?" he said, and Aiden shrugged.
"Hey, it's ok. We know you have probably the most right out of all of you to hate us." He said fairly.
"Yeah, and after all, we've tried to kill you a few times, we're slightly closer to even now right? I figure you deserve a go at us." He said, and Isaac shrugged, a small smile on his face.
"Thanks. But I promise, that's the last time I try to kill you two, you pair put up a good fight." He admitted, and Ethan nodded.
"Yeah, you do too, to an extent." He said, and Isaac looked at him curiously.
"Meaning what?" he asked, slightly annoyed by that comment.
"Let me guess, Derek taught you how to fight?" Aiden asked, and Isaac nodded, a bit confused as to where this was going.
"Yeah why?" he asked, and Aiden shook his head.
"Well he's a moron. He taught you to fight how he would fight, you're just not suited for fighting like that." He explained, and Ethan nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, you'd be better off fighting more like us. So would Scott actually. You both kind of suck." He admitted, and Isaac scowled a little, but had to admit, they had a fair point, he was always getting smacked around and he was getting sick of it.
"Alright, you made your point." He said irritably, and Ethan touched his arm, and for the first time he didn't recoil and glare, he just looked at his hand curiously.
"We're not saying this to have a go at you Isaac, we want to help. So, when this is over, how about we teach you some of our moves?" he asked, and Aiden smirked.
"And it means you can take out your frustrations on us without being possessed or risking Scott being mad at you for fighting us." He said brightly, and Isaac grinned.
"I might take you up on that, it has to beat getting my ass kicked all the time, and going through all the clothes I do. Thanks guys. And...well you know, sorry again." He muttered, and Aiden looked at him intently.
"Well we're sorry too. We know we've hurt you a lot, and I know you're never ever going to forgive us for what we did to Boyd, but we are sorry. We've tried to kill you, we helped kill Boyd, I know you blame us for Erica, we nearly killed Scott, and I know sorry doesn't make up for it, but we are." He said in a rush, as if keen to get it over and done with, truth was he was terrified about saying so much to him about how they'd treated him before.
"Yeah, you shouldn't be apologising. We kind of deserve you trying to kill us. But we are sorry." Ethan said, standing beside his brother as if to give him some space.
Isaac looked at the two twins, a myriad of emotions going through him. He was angry, he had every damn right to be angry, they had taken the first best friend he had ever had from him, they had tried to kill him, had helped kill Erica, had helped kill the girl who saved him, Braeden, and worse, had nearly killed Scott. But as he stood there, arms crossed, glowering at them, he felt something change in him. He felt, strangely, acceptance. He knew what they had done, and while he was never going to forget it, he wasn't going to keep holding it against them. He was going to accept it, and move on. And truth be told, they had grown on them. And while he had fought it with every ounce of his being, he actually was starting to like them, which was a miracle in and of itself. And the oddest part of all, he didn't even mind that he was starting to like them.
Damn Scott McCall and his sweet adorable puppy ways rubbing off on him, making him like people.
The two of them were standing there as if waiting for him to announce their execution. Instead he took each hand and raised them, putting each hand on top of each other, making the twins look at him curiously.
"Um?" Aiden asked, as Isaac laid his hand on top of both of theirs.
"Look...I'll be the first to admit I hated your guts. But, well, now, kind of not so much. I'm not going to forget, but I can live with it. So, how about we try to be friends and try not to kill each other, how does that sound?" he asked, and both twins grinned.
"Sounds pretty good to me." Ethan said, and Aiden looked at him in shock before nodding.
"Yeah, sounds good to me too." He said, and all three of them nodded before breaking their hands apart.
"Oh, and thanks, for protecting me and getting me that stuff in the hospital. Now my nose is working properly, it's pretty clear who was there all the time. So thank you." Isaac said earnestly and both twins went slightly red but also looking slightly pleased.
"Well, Scott was worried about you, and we were too, kind of." Aiden explained.
"Yeah, we've seen what happens to electrocuted wolves, and considering Scott and his mom are so worried about Stiles, we figured you could use someone to care about you." Ethan explained gruffly, not looking at Isaac, who smiled.
"Well thank you for being my bodyguards, and for my comics, thanks to you I haven't missed any now. And got to say, there is something kind of reassuring about having two hulking brutes being your bodyguards." He mused, and while Ethan grinned, Aiden hung his head, looking ashamed, and Isaac knew in a second what his problem was.
"But I..."
"There wasn't anything you could do. And besides, it wasn't entirely bad." Isaac said mysteriously, making the twins look at him in confusion.
He was grinning maddeningly, the twins were just about to ask him just what he meant by that, when Kira popped her head into the room.
"Look my mom isn't answering, but dad said she was going to Scott's house to check on Stiles, and Isaac lives there anyway, so since Allison's gone would you boys mind giving us a lift?" she asked hopefully, and the twins exchanged a look with each other and nodded.
"Sure. What are friends for?" Aiden asked and Isaac followed the twins and Kira from the changing room.
"You ready?" Ethan asked as Isaac climbed onto the bike behind him.
"Huh?" Isaac asked in confusion, quickly deciding he liked holding Scott more, Ethan was all very well and good, but for ease, comfort and his own physical attraction, Scott clearly won by a mile.
"Well, you're going home, to see Scott, the guy who's totally in love with you, who hasn't seen you alive and kicking for ages. What do you think I mean?" Ethan asked with a grin as he gunned the engine and followed his brother.
Isaac grinned to himself, he was going home to Scott. Everything was perfect.
Well it would be if Lydia wasn't missing.
And if he didn't have to tell the guy he loved that he had slept with his ex girlfriend the night before.
XX
Kira leapt off the bike and into the house before the twins had even stopped their bikes.
"Whoa, she can move fast when she wants to." Aiden said, clambering off his bike after he and Ethan had pulled it to a stop and followed Isaac and Ethan as they ran into the house.
"You are no longer possessed by the Nogitsune." Noshiko, Kira's mother, confirmed to a weak, pale and shivering Stiles as the three of them entered, Scott's face trying and failing not to light up when he saw Isaac. Admittedly, it then became a mask of fear and worry as he saw the damage that had been done to him, but they had more immediate worries than that right now.
"We're sure?" Melissa asked, glaring at Noshiko in intense dislike, and Noshiko nodded coldly.
"Yes. The Oni are sure. He is freed of the possession. But he is still in danger while the Nogitsune roams free." She explained, and Melissa nodded, walking towards her slowly, and Isaac sent Scott a questioning glance, wondering just what it was she was doing.
She stopped right in front of Noshiko, then slammed her into the wall, her face blazing in fury, and Noshiko's eyes widened in alarm as Melissa held her in place, anger crackling off of her.
"Listen to me very carefully. If you ever decide that it's a good idea to conjure demons to kill fucking kids again, I will make your life a living hell. If any of your pet demons ever come near any of my kids, I will make you regret it for the rest of your miserable life. I don't care what the hell you are, if those things hurt any of those kids, I will make you pay for it. So, next time you want to conjure a demon, do us all a favour and just sit on your ass. You have endangered every person in this town, every person in the pack, every person in my family, by doing what you've done. And I swear to god, I will make you pay if this blows up in your face." She growled menacingly, and Noshiko nodded slightly before Melissa released her and swept to the kitchen, leaving a stunned silence in her wake.
"For what it's worth, I didn't intend for this to happen. I didn't wish for Stiles to be the target of the Oni, for any of them to be targeted. I did what I felt I had to in order to stop the Nogitsune." Noshiko explained as Melissa came back into the room with a glass of water for Stiles.
"Well, next time, try looking for other options before you sign the death warrant of one of my kids." She growled in return, and Noshiko bowed her head before turning to Kira.
"Come." She told her, and Kira sent the pack a last look and followed her mother from the house, leaving a very tense atmosphere behind her.
"Whoa...I thought you were pissed when you zapped us. Kind of glad we didn't try to kill Scott more." Aiden said nervously, looking at Melissa in complete shock and awe as Stiles, also looking at her in awe from the floor, took the water from her.
"Yeah, me too. Wow. I mean I always said you don't mess with Mama McCall but that...you just shook down a kitsune." He said, deeply impressed and also deeply touched.
Melissa's nostrils flared as she glared out the door where Noshiko and Kira had left.
"She's lucky I didn't rip her head off. I need some tea!" she said in vexation, but Scott spied a small, satisfied smile on her face as she headed to the kitchen, and he grinned too, you really didn't mess with his mother.
"So, you're you?" Isaac asked hopefully as Scott helped Stiles to the couch, and Stiles looked at Isaac in sheer pleading terror, but found his voice regardless.
"Yeah, yeah I'm me again, officially stamped by our friendly neighbourhood demons so I'm part of the club again." He said and Isaac smiled in relief and crossed the room to lock Stiles in a fond hug.
"Welcome back," he said, deciding not to say anything about what had happened in the hospital and about what the Nogitsune had made him do.
"Yeah, you may be a pain in the ass but we'd rather deal with you as a human pain in the ass than a Nogitsune." Aiden said, and to Stiles surprise, he wrapped him in a hug, which was then repeated by Ethan.
"I'm just glad you're back. What happened to you guys?" Scott asked the other three in shock as Melissa came back through, looking at the boys worriedly.
"Um, the girls mostly." Ethan admitted, and Melissa arced her eyebrows.
"Really?" she asked, her voice tense.
"I...I think that might have been my fault. I let out a swarm of flies, know how I said that was cool, not so much when it's your own body they're flying out of, but anyway, they were kind of like baby Nogitsunes. So, yeah, I take it you tried to kill the girls?" he asked hesitantly, and Scott's eyes widened in alarm.
"Um, no, I tried to kill this pair. Then they stopped me and pissed all three of us off so we tried to kill them." Isaac explained sheepishly, not wanting to look Scott in the eye.
"We're all fine though, we're mostly healed from everything and Deaton got the flies out, we're safe." Ethan assured him and Melissa, who was looking as though she was considering going back into threatening mom mode again.
"That's something at least. Stiles, where do you think you're going?" she asked in exasperation, as Stiles was trying to pass the twins who looked as though they were torn between helping him up or keeping him on the couch.
"To see my dad." He replied as though it were the most obvious thing in the world, but both McCalls shook their heads at the same time.
"No you're not. Sit!" Scott ordered, and after glaring at him, Stiles did as instructed, his face the very definition of resentment.
"They're right Stiles, you're in no state to go anywhere, look how badly all of us, who are werewolves, were affected by the Oni. You need to rest." Isaac said, clapping his shoulder fondly, and Stiles looked pleadingly up at Melissa.
"But..."
She shook her head.
"Honey, relax. You've been through a lot, and you just got zapped by the Oni. I know it sounds harsh but your dad can wait a little while ok? You need to rest." She said, and Stiles looked up at her pleadingly.
"But," he protested, but she cut him off.
"You need rest. I'm not saying a lot, just a few hours ok. Your dad isn't meant to finish at the station for another six hours anyway. We could all do with some rest. Stiles, sweetie you can barely function. I know that it wasn't really you doing all that that things done, but it was still your body it was doing it in. And you weren't sleeping even before it took over completely. Get some rest, then you can go and see your dad ok? I know it sounds awful but you need to recover." She said in a soft voice and she gently stroked his spiky hair away from his eyes, before he nodded weakly.
"Alright. Two hours though, ok?" he asked, and she sighed but nodded.
"Fine, two hours. Believe me, we could all use some sleep." She said tiredly.
"But Lydia..." Stiles protested one final time, but this time all three Betas shook their heads.
"Lydia's actually fairly safe. It won't kill her, it was in you too long for that." Isaac assured him and Scott looked at him in confusion.
"What do you mean?" he asked, and Aiden shrugged.
"Well when we were possessed by these mini Nogitsunes, what he wanted became what we wanted." He explained, and Stiles looked at him in confusion.
"What do you mean?" he asked, and Ethan grinned.
"Well, considering I don't like girls and I was suddenly very attracted to Lydia, I reckon whatever it picked up from you, your feelings for Lydia was one of them. It won't kill her, it was in you too long for that. It affected you for sure, but you also affected it. Actually, out of everyone in the entire pack, other than the fact that she's missing, she is probably the safest out of all of us. She's safe, we need to find her sure, but she is pretty safe for now, the Nogitsune won't hurt her. Well, it won't kill her, it needs her for something" he assured Stiles, who nodded but looked up at Melissa pleadingly.
"We will find her ok? But first, rest." She ordered, forcing him to lie down and covering him with a blanket and he sighed, relenting.
"Alright, but two hours only." He whined and she nodded.
"Two hours only I promise." She said, tucking him in and kissing his forehead.
"And besides, you haven't had a decent sleep since god knows when. You need to rest. We all do, we've all been running on empty for ages now. You especially. So sleep ok?" Scott asked sternly, and Stiles, sensing defeat, nodded, conceding the victory.
"Fine." He said, and yawned tiredly, and he did have to admit, he was completely beat.
"We'll go and look for a sign of Lydia, save you worrying." Aiden said, making for the door, after all, Stiles might like her but she was his girlfriend and he was just as worried as Stiles was about her, but he was suddenly face to face with Melissa's lethal index finger.
"No. Aiden, look at you both, you're both hacked up and exhausted. Get some rest." She ordered, and the twins looked at each other hesitantly.
"It's ok Mrs McCall, we..." Ethan protested, but she shook her head stubbornly.
"No. You've been putting in just as many hours as the rest of us all have. So get some sleep, two hours won't hurt. You can't help save her if you can barely stand. Besides, we just got Stiles back and I'd feel safer knowing you pair were in the house, four werewolves ought to make it think twice if it tries anything." She said softly, and Ethan looked at Aiden, questioning what they should do.
"But we failed, I failed." Aiden protested slightly, but Scott sighed in exasperation.
"Aiden, I told you, you did all you could. Stop blaming yourself. We're all safer with you guys here." He told him, and he saw a flicker of a smile on Aiden's face.
"Besides, we're all exhausted, and there isn't much more we can do. You need sleep. And, you two are kind of reassuring as bodyguards." Isaac admitted, and Ethan smiled a little.
"Thanks. Aiden?" he asked hesitantly, wondering what his brother was going to decide.
After all, they were admittedly exhausted, the possession and the fight had taken it out of them and she was right, they could barely stand, they had all been going at it for so long. But Lydia was out there, and she wasn't going to be found any time soon, but on the other hand, the possession had shown that she was safe, well at least as safe as she could be, it wouldn't hurt her.
"Two hours, just like Stiles. Then we deal with finding Lydia ok?" Melissa asked, and the twins looked at her before looking at each other again.
"Ok, but we'll go home, we need to get some clothes and stuff." Ethan said, but she shook her head stubbornly.
"No, you're staying right here, you're not riding a bike when you can barely keep your eyes open. I'll get stuff for you. Stay here and rest." She ordered, and finally, both of them relented.
"Alright. You win." Ethan admitted as he flopped tiredly onto the couch where Stiles was starting to drift off.
"I always do." She said smugly, and Aiden looked at the couch as if considering something and then gently lifted Stiles head up so he could sit down, allowing Stiles to lay his head on his lap.
"What are you doing?" Stiles asked in confusion as Aiden laid a hand protectively around his chest.
"You just got zapped by a demon ninja. You're freezing and we went through enough to get you back without you freezing to death and unlike the pale rider over there," he said, nodding towards Isaac who looked slightly affronted, "we're actually warm like we're meant to be. We'll warm you up. Besides, well, Scott's your best friend and Lydia really likes you too, so neither of them would be happy if we let anything happen to you." He said gruffly, but Stiles wasn't fooled.
"Thanks." He mumbled sleepily, wrapping himself in the covers as Ethan sidled closer to Stiles, his heat warming the bottom of his body as he made himself at home on his legs, like some sort of weird very attractive cat.
"Better?" Ethan asked tiredly, and Stiles made a sleepy noise of assent as Aiden's head drooped tiredly as all three of them started to drop off to sleep.
Melissa smiled to herself. Yeah, she always won. And she felt a thousand times better for having a go at Noshiko. Now if she could get some sleep like the three boys who were already starting to sleep on her couch, she might be able to muster the strength to get to the end of this crisis.
She pulled a blanket from the back of another chair, laying it on Ethan, and then wrapped what she could of Aiden in another one, all three of them already sound asleep through sheer exhaustion.
"Sleep well boys, god we've earned it." She said, kissing each boy on the forehead before turning to the other two.
"If you pair even think about saying no to any sleep, so help me." She warned, her finger waggling, and Scott gave her a smile and hugged her.
"You're an awesome mom you know, to all of us." He said, nodding towards the twins and Stiles.
"Yeah, you are." Isaac agreed, also hugging her and she smiled, genuinely moved.
"Thank you. Now, you pair, go and get some sleep too ok? You both look like you need it. And so do I." She admitted tiredly, and Scott nodded, looking at Isaac hesitantly, as if not knowing just what he should do with himself.
"Are you coming?" he asked hopefully, and Isaac looked nervously at him, his lip trembling a little, making Scott's face come together in a worried frown, wondering just what was on his mind and having an immediate desire to fix it.
"We need to talk." Isaac mumbled, leading the way up the stairs, his head held low and Scott gave him a concerned look and followed him up the stair.
Melissa sighed tiredly, wondering just what was going on with the pair of them. She wondered if she dared to hope...
And then she smiled. Whatever it was bothering Isaac, she knew Scott wouldn't care. He loved him too much.
And besides, they were driving her bloody crazy, if Scott didn't beg Isaac to take him back soon, she was going to put his head through a wall. Honestly. Teenagers.
Yawning tiredly, she took a fond look at the three boys cuddled up together on the couch before heading up for two hours sleep of her own, hoping John would understand why she was keeping Stiles here a bit longer, wouldn't do for him to fall asleep as soon as his dad saw him. Now, if only her other two boys would stop arsing around and get back together, she might be able to chalk this up as a good day.
She smiled fondly as she climbed the stairs, seeing Scott's closed door where the two boys were clearly inside. Yeah, she thought, they might just finally figure it all out.
Figuring she would know when she woke up one way or another, she set the alarm on her phone, climbed onto the bed and was asleep almost instantly.
XX
As soon as Scott closed the door, he turned to see Isaac standing in the middle of the floor, looking as though he were wrestling with himself about something. He had never looked so nervous before, but right now, Scott didn't really care about what he was nervous about. He only cared about one thing.
Isaac was alive, and he was back, and he was here.
After all the panic and worry, after all the pain that he had felt at seeing Isaac so hurt and broken after his electrocution, he was finally home with him where he belonged. Isaac was home, he was with him, and for the first time, in a very long time it seemed, Scott was beginning to think that something was finally going his way.
He crossed the gap to him, and throwing caution to the winds, he wrapped one hand around Isaac's neck and the other around his waist, pulling him to him and locking him in a deep kiss, thrilled to be finally reunited with the person he loved. Isaac made a moan of pleasure in his throat, closing his eyes as Scott held him to him, wishing this could last forever and that he didn't have to break Scott's heart by telling him what he had to tell him. He was in Scott's arms again, he was safe, he was alive, he was home and he was with Scott, Scott's gorgeous body was pressed against his, Scott's spicy exotic taste was on his lips, he could feel Scott's fingers stroking through his hair in delight as the two of them kissed, and he could practically feel the elation surging off of him as they kissed, actually he could feel Scott's elation it was starting to dig into his leg. But as Scott made a needy moaning noise in his throat, groping for Isaac's jeans, Isaac, hating himself, broke the kiss and pulled away from Scott, trying to ignore the confused and hurt look on his face as he did so, regretting the loss of the look of sheer joy and relief that had been there only an instant before.
"What's wrong?" Scott asked worriedly, the expression on Isaac's face driving him mad and he had to admit, he was kind of bummed that after worrying about him for so long Isaac didn't even want to kiss him now.
He looked so scared and worried, and looked as though he were about to be sick. All Scott could think of was that he had to fix this, he had to fix him, whatever was bothering him, he needed to deal with it right now if only to banish that expression from his face.
"I..." Isaac began, his voice failing him and he refused to look Scott in the eye.
"Isaac? What is it, what's wrong?" Scott asked softly, taking his hand gently and guiding him to the bed, making him sit down.
And then, to his great surprise, he pulled his hand away from him, putting it in between his lap and staring at the floor, and Scott began to get a horrible premonition about what all this was about. He didn't want this conversation to happen, he couldn't bear it, he wanted Isaac back, he loved him so much he had been an idiot to ever break up with him in the first place and now Isaac...
Isaac was about to tell him that he didn't want to be with him after all.
Self loathing filled him, he didn't want this to happen, he didn't want this to be true, he wanted, he needed Isaac but he couldn't force Isaac to stay with him, not if he was happy with someone else...not if he was happy with Allison.
"You-you don't want to be with me anymore do you?" Scott asked in a watery mumble, trying not to let the hurt and despair he felt creep into his voice but clearly failing miserably.
Isaac looked at him in shock, the hurt expression on his face making Scott very confused, and he could practically see the dog ears he imagined on Isaac drooping as he said it. Wait, what exactly was going on here?
"Of course I do! I love you. It's just...you won't want to be with me anymore." He said miserably, and now Scott was very confused.
"Why on earth would I not want to be with you anymore?" he asked, so very lost, after all, Isaac had just kissed back, he wanted this too, he could feel he did, so why was Isaac suddenly going cold on him?
Trying to ignore the Katy Perry song now playing in his head, he tried to take Isaac's hand again but he once again jerked it away.
"Because of what I did." Isaac mumbled sadly, and Scott looked at him in confusion.
"What did you do? What could you possibly have done that would make me not want to be with you?" he asked, because he really needed an answer to this question, and he needed one right now, if only so it would make Isaac look less miserable.
"I-I-oh god don't hate me. I slept with Allison." He whispered, his mortified voice barely loud enough to qualify as anything more than a breath of air.
But it was not enough for Scott to hear.
Rage, furious, white hot blistering rage was pumping through him, he wanted to maim, he wanted to slash, he wanted to kill. This was...this was too much. Isaac had slept with Allison. And now, now he, of all people, wanted to kill Allison.
Where was the logic in that?
He didn't care that it had been both of them, all he cared about was the fact that it was Allison, it was Allison who had slept with Isaac...it was Allison who had slept with his Isaac. He didn't care that Isaac had also slept with her, even though he felt he should have, all he cared about was that it was Allison who had slept with him. It was unfair, he knew it was, but all he could think about was how miserable Isaac looked right now.
Isaac was recoiling from him in fear, as if trying to shield himself from whatever blow was about to fall on him, his head bowed, looking at his shoes, his eyes swimming in tears, knowing this was it, Scott was going to throw him out, he would hate him, he would never talk to him again and he was preparing to bolt for the door, hoping he could get out of the house without waking anyone.
Scott then came back to himself and saw the terrified, frightened expression on Isaac's face, his eyes swimming in tears and immediately realised that he was the one who was causing him to look so frightened. He hadn't even noticed that his claws had extended, and his eyes were most likely crimson as well. He was scaring Isaac, his Isaac, who was sitting terrified beside him as if waiting for him to punish him for what he had done.
It wasn't him he wanted to kill, that was Allison.
He took a deep breath, getting himself back under control, retracting his claws, and then, hesitantly, he raised a hand to Isaac's hand to his face, hating that Isaac flinched from him but he did it regardless, taking his cold, tear streaked cheek in his hand and using his thumb he gently stroked the cheers from his left cheek.
Isaac looked at him, as though hardly daring to believe what was happening.
"Um?" he asked in a watery voice, not really trusting himself to say anything other than that.
"What happened?" Scott asked softly, needing to know, needing to know what happened so he could begin to get his head around it.
But...well he didn't know. All he knew was he loved Isaac, he loved Isaac so much and the thought of not being with him, for something like this, what was he supposed to do?
"It, it wasn't me, not really. Well part of it was me, but it was the Nogitsune possessing me, it wanted to hurt you, wanted to hurt me, so it, it took me to her. I swear I didn't want to, I wanted to come here to you as soon as I woke up but it wouldn't let me, I wasn't strong enough. And then...we were there, we were together, and...you know I love you but I do, I do like her, and, it sort of took over. It's not as if I didn't want to do it, not entirely, I mean I did want her, but she wasn't you. Don't get me wrong, it was...I wanted to do it, kind of. But I didn't want to do it. I wanted you, but she was the one who was there. So I, so it, I...I know this sounds lame and pathetic, but it really wasn't me, I didn't want to do it, I knew how much it would hurt you but I couldn't stop myself, it wouldn't let me. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry." Isaac mumbled, his entire body shaking in fear, tears streaming his face.
And just like that, his rage vanished. It wasn't their fault. Isaac had been controlled by the Nogitsune, which had proven itself more than willing to hurt anyone and everyone it came in contact with. And Allison, well, could he really blame her?
"Hey..." Scott said but as Isaac was still crying and looking at his lap and avoiding all eye contact, Scott simply wrapped him in a hug and pulled him close, feeling Isaac's tears soak through his top. He made a shushing sound in Isaac's ear and rocked him gently, stroking his hair soothingly, willing Isaac to calm down.
It was done. There wasn't anything that could be done about it. The Nogitsune was behind it, not them. It had happened, and that was it. And quite frankly, he could see how much it was destroying Isaac with the knowledge that he had done it, even if he had been fully in control of himself, which he hadn't, he was still sure he wouldn't be able to stay angry at him.
As if he had ever been.
"Wait, wait, I'm confused...don't you hate me?" Isaac moaned as he pulled out of Scott's arms, sitting up and looking at him, tears still shimmering in his eyes.
"Of course I don't hate you." Scott assured him, but Isaac shook his head stubbornly.
"Scott, I-I cheated on you! I slept with your ex girlfriend! I-" he protested, but Scott laid a finger on his lips, silencing him and Isaac's beautiful tear streaked face looked at him in complete incomprehension.
"Listen to me. It wasn't you. You didn't do it. Part of you might have wanted to, sure, ok. Remember, I spent a lot of time with her, I know how it feels. But it wasn't you, not really. Yeah it stinks, but, there's nothing I can do about it. And you never cheated on me ok? After all, I'm the idiot who dumped you in the first place. It was always going to try to take advantage of that. It wasn't you." He said softly, and Isaac cocked his head curiously.
"But Scott, I slept with Allison!" he protested and Scott shook his head.
"Isaac, I don't hate you. It wasn't you. But...don't keep mentioning it. I kind of want to kill Allison a little. Just a little. But I can't say I blame her, or even the Nogitsune. I know what was going through your head, and besides, the way I dumped you, it was always going to take advantage of that and try to get back at me. And as for her, well have you seen you? You're crying your eyes out, and you're still beautiful. So stop trying to get me to hate you. Because I don't." He said, and gently nuzzled Isaac with his nose.
"And I never will." He promised in a husky voice, and the shadow that had been hanging over them suddenly vanished as Isaac smiled, albeit a watery smile but it was a smile nonetheless.
"Scott...you're amazing." He whispered and Scott grinned, shrugging.
"Yeah I know. What else did it make you do? Other than try to kill the twins and the girls?" he asked, figuring he should get it all over with.
Isaac hesitated. He couldn't believe it, Scott didn't hate him, he didn't want him to leave, but if he told him about Danny and Stiles, then what would he say?
And Stiles...no, he couldn't tell him about Stiles. The Nogitsune had caused enough damage and was a big enough dick as it was. He wasn't going to tell Scott about Stiles being bi, which meant keeping it quiet for a little while, and besides, that technically wasn't the Nogitsune when it was in charge of him. He would talk to Stiles first, then they could figure out what they were telling Scott. He only hoped he was making the right choice by keeping it from him for now.
"I, well I kind of tried to make out with Danny. Don't worry, he was the perfect gentleman!" he told him quickly, and Scott was about to say something, but then his face transformed into a mask of perplexity.
"Why would it want you to make out with Danny?" he asked, after all, Allison made sense, that was to get at him, but Danny?
Isaac hesitated, the real reason was because Stiles had a secret crush on Danny as well as on Lydia, but he couldn't tell Scott that, not till Stiles told him it was ok.
Fortunately his brain was working a bit faster now.
"To...to mess with Ethan!" he said, trying not to sound as though he was happy he had thought up that argument, and it was fairly justified, that at least had been the small part that was still him's idea.
"Oh. Suppose that makes sense." He said fairly and Isaac scuffed his feet on the floor.
"I really am sorry." Isaac whispered and Scott sighed sadly.
"I know. But it wasn't you. And after all, I'm the idiot who broke up with you in the first place, if I hadn't, this probably wouldn't have happened." He said, reaching out slowly to try and take Isaac's hand but once again he pulled away, though not as violently as before.
"Doesn't excuse it." He muttered miserably and Scott thought better of trying to touch him again before something twigged in his head.
"Isaac...what's really bothering you?" he asked, figuring there was something more going on here than just his guilt over what happened with Allison.
Isaac hesitated. Well there were a fair few things actually, the fact he had done it in the first place, the fact that he was beginning to think Allison knew, but above all...
"Promise not to laugh?" he asked pathetically, and Scott nodded, his brown eyes kind, warm and loving.
"Promise."
"Well...I just thought that you know, it would be you." He said softly, and for a second, Scott didn't know what he meant.
And then it finally clicked.
"Aww Isaac." He moaned, feeling such a swell of pity and love for him it was unreal, and he leaned close and kissed his wet cheek since Isaac wasn't looking at him.
Isaac turned back and slowly, hesitantly, Scott moved closer to him, until they were looking right into each other's eyes, Scott stroking Isaac's cheek tenderly.
"Well...see that annoying pain in the ass downstairs who's had me worried sick all this time?" he asked, his voice taking on a playful lilt, and Isaac's pulse quickened as he nodded.
"Yeah." He said, giving nothing away, and Scott grinned.
"Well, he has this theory. His theory is that when you have normal sex, as in you put this in a girl," Scott said in a slow, kid like, playful voice as he stroked down Isaac's chest to his crotch, "that's you lost one type of virginity. But...here's the rest. He also thinks that when you have the sort of sex that say, Danny and Ethan are used to," he continued in the same tone of voice, moving his hand from Isaac's crotch and sliding it around to touch his ass, "well, that's another sort of virginity entirely."
Isaac grinned playfully.
"That's a good theory, I like that theory. I knew we kept him around for a reason." He said, and Scott cupped his hands around Isaac's face, looking pleadingly at him, trying hard not to cry, it all hinged on this.
"Isaac...I love you. I love you so much, and breaking up with you was the biggest mistake I ever made. So...please. I love you so much and I don't want to be without you anymore. I don't want to be stupid anymore, I'm done being stupid. I need you. I know I'm asking a lot but, can I be your boyfriend again?"
"I love you too. And I want to be your boyfriend again too. I've missed you so much since we broke up, and I don't want to keep going without being your boyfriend. I need you too. So yes you fucking jerk, I'll be your boyfriend again." Isaac responded, also trying to stop from crying but he was smiling and it was the most beautiful smile Scott had ever seen him have.
"Really? So, we're getting back together? We can be boyfriends again?" he asked, feeling a massive grin on his own face, and Isaac actually giggled.
"Yeah you idiot, we're getting back together. We can be boyfriends again. Because god have I missed you." He said, taking Scott's face in his own hands, stroking his cheek lovingly.
"Not as much as I've missed you. Wow...you're actually daft enough to let me be your boyfriend again." Scott said happily, and Isaac nodded, smiling.
"Yeah. Suppose it's only fair, you're crazy enough to want me to be your boyfriend again. Hey...we're back together." He said aloud, letting the sentence sink in.
They were back together, it was over, he had Scott back, everything was alright again.
"Not yet we're not." Scott whispered, and Isaac looked at him in confusion and Scott gently tilted his head up to meet his.
And then they had their second first kiss as Scott pressed his lips against Isaac's, his heart swooping in joy as he did so, as Isaac felt a wave of contented elation wash over him as they kissed.
"Now we are." Scott said playfully, looking like an adorable happy puppy and Isaac kissed him again.
"Yeah we are." He said, nuzzling his neck lovingly.
They were back together, they were finally back together.
Scott and Isaac again.
Scott laughed a little and rubbed his nose against Isaac's before pulling his top off, Isaac doing the same as Scott got to his feet and slipped out of his jeans, leaving him in only his boxers while Isaac followed suit. And Scott then pulled Isaac to his feet, kissed him softly, then walked round the side of the bed and pulled him gently down beside him, kissing him as he did so. Isaac made a little moan of pleasure as he did so as they laid down, Scott wrapping his arms around his boyfriend as Isaac leaned his head on Scott's bare chest, stroking it tiredly with his fingers while Scott threaded his fingers through Isaac's hair.
"I've missed you so much. Don't you ever, nearly die again, you hear me?" Scott asked sleepily, and Isaac nodded, kissing Scott's chest as he did so.
"Promise. By the way, it's not fun." He commented idly, and Scott smiled a little.
"Wasn't a bundle of laughs for me either. I was so scared..." he said, tailing off, the memory torturing him and Isaac propped himself up on his elbow and kissed him slowly, passionately, his free hand stroking up his well toned chest and up to his cheek, stroking it adoringly.
"It's over now. I'm back. We're back." He said happily, and Scott grinned.
"Yeah we are." He whispered back, gently licking a tiny little bit of Isaac's jaw, and Isaac moaned in pleasure before laying back down and cuddling into his boyfriend.
"I think I heard you, you know, and I kept dreaming about you. When I was out." Isaac muttered sleepily, going back to stroking Scott's chest.
"Not surprised you heard me, I was there all the time, mom practically had to pry me away. I missed you." He whispered, kissing Isaac's hair.
"I've missed you too."
The two of them were lying there, together again, both of them fading to sleep, Isaac cuddled into Scott as if they had never been apart, gently stroking his muscled chest with his head laid on Scott's shoulder while Scott gently stroked his hair, his arms around his boyfriend, gently stroking Isaac's bare back.
"I love you Scott."
"I love you too Isaac."
FINALLY!
Our boys are finally back together, thank god.
I shall say no more here, other than who was that at the start of the chapter? And the twins have made a friend, bless them. And their offer to train with Isaac comes from a conversation shdwwlf32 and I have had.
So that's that, its finally happened. So please, favourite, follow and please review, I'd like to know how well Ive done.
Thank you!
