The night was hard, with Isaac waking up constantly and taking a massive amount of soothing to get back to sleep. Derek would hold him, rumbling softly in his ear, while Scott wiped his tears and gave him something to stare at to ground himself. Isaac would cry out more apologies and beg for forgiveness, losing himself in the broken memories.

There was even a moment when Derek woke up crying, so they just turned their attention to him that time. All in all, they only got a couple hours of broken sleep and they were all wrecked by the time the sun came back up. It was decided that they would spend the day in bed, even Derek finally admitting he wasn't up to doing much more than sit around.

Stiles was still game to take the lead, taking off to get supplies and rushing back. Scott was on water duty, getting them to drink until they finally begged off. The near endless trips to and from the bathroom were getting to be too much for them.

Isaac had taken to sitting away from everyone, rarely accepting any sort of comfort now that he was fully awake and aware. Scott knew Isaac was going to need a lot of time to get past what happened, but he hoped that he wouldn't push everyone away too much. No matter what, Scott wouldn't be deterred.

"I'm back!" Stiles announced, mostly obscured by the excessive amount of bags he was carrying. Scott got up to help him bring it all in, setting everything in the kitchen. "I went to the local superstore so I could get enough stuff so we wouldn't have to leave the loft again. I'm gonna have some explaining to do when my dad gets the credit card bill, but I'll worry about that later."

"What do you want me to do?" Scott asked.

"Go back and stay with them. I'm just gonna put this stuff away and get the soup started," Stiles directed, shoving the groceries into the practically empty fridge. "Wait, take these with you." Stiles handed him a couple bottles of Gatorade and sent him on his way. They hadn't moved, which wasn't too unexpected, but it still worried Scott. It wasn't like he wanted them to be running around, but it was almost like they were still locked up, trapped in whatever spot they were left in. Maybe a trip to the balcony later would be a good idea.

"Hey guys, I got more drinks," Scott said brightly, beaming at the quiet moan he got from Isaac. That was more like the boy he knew. "I know I gave you a ton of water, but this stuff has electrolytes, which is good."

"Do you even know what electrolytes are for?" Derek asked.

"Not really, but athletes drink it, so it's probably important," Scott laughed, looking at the labels. "I've got lemon lime and orange. Any preference?"

"Isaac likes orange," Derek replied.

"So does Derek," Isaac mumbled.

"Yeah, but I know you prefer the orange. I don't care either way," Derek argued.

"You should take it. I don't deserve it," Isaac whispered, looking away.

"That's bullshit. Are you gonna punish yourself for the rest of your life for something that wasn't even your fault?" Derek snapped.

"Derek, calm down," Scott warned. The last thing they needed right now was to be fighting.

"Shut up, Scott! I can't listen to this anymore!" Derek shouted, turning back toward Isaac. "Would you have preferred if we died in there too? There was no way those other werewolves were getting out alive, so get that thought out of your head. Those bastards would've kept on killing more people. Should they have had a chance to get Scott? Or more kids? Everyone in there had their death warrant signed the moment they were captured and that's not on you."

"Fuck you, Derek!" Isaac yelled, jumping to his feet in a fit of anger. Stiles ran into the room in a panic, but Scott held him back. "I'm not going to be lectured about letting go of my guilt when you are still holding on to every bit of anger you've felt in your whole life. You can't just order me to get over this!"

"Maybe I don't want you to turn into me! I know I'm fucked up and I don't want to see you go down that road!"

"I've been on that road since before you even met me. This is just the thing that tips the scales of my shitty life."

"It's not supposed to be like that with me. I'm supposed to take care of you. I'm supposed to be the one doing the saving. I should've been the one to have to make that sacrifice, not you. But I fucking failed," Derek spat.

"And you think that would make me feel any better?"

"Do you think screaming at each other is helping?" Stiles interrupted, finally hearing enough. Isaac looked like he was on the verge of another breakdown and Derek didn't look very far behind. "This isn't a guilt competition. Against all odds you made it out of there together and I know you aren't really angry at each other, just the situation. But taking it out on each other is only gonna make things worse. Now is the time to come together and support each other, not butt heads. And if there are other things you need to work out, don't do it when everything feels so raw." Derek closed his eyes and tipped his head back. Stiles made some good points, but he knew how stubborn Derek could be.

"Can I have the orange?" Derek asked quietly. Scott quickly handed it over before stepping back where he had been. "Isaac, do you want to share this with me?"

"Yeah," Isaac whispered, slowly walking over and sitting on the bed next to Derek. Derek lifted his arm in offer and Isaac immediately burrowed in, resting his head on his shoulder. They were passing the bottle between them when Scott went back into the kitchen. He went to put the extra bottle in the fridge when he noticed all the rest of the options were orange. Scott looked up in confusion at Stiles, but he just shrugged him off and winked.

A few hours later saw them all bundled up in the Snuggies Stiles had bought everyone, slurping soup. There hadn't been anymore fighting and only a few instances of tears, but nothing like before. Things were starting to feel a bit more settled, which Scott really appreciated.

"This is really good, Stiles," Scott complimented, munching on a bite of chicken.

"My mom would always make it for us when we were sick," Stiles said wistfully, smiling down at his bowl in memory. "It always made me feel better."

"Thanks for making it," Isaac murmured.

"Don't mention it. I'm just happy I could do something to help, even if it's something as minor as this," Stiles brushed off.

"Don't downplay everything you've done. I don't know what would've happened if you hadn't found us and brought us back here. Both of you deserve credit for all this," Derek stated firmly.

"We'd do anything for you guys, of course. No matter what happened in the past," Scott insisted. Derek gave him a short nod in appreciation and Isaac slid closer so their arms were brushing slightly whenever they moved.

"I agree. And as honorary Alpha, I declare that Derek needs to have some more soup," Stiles grinned, snatching his empty bowl and dashing into the kitchen.

"I still don't know how you got that idea in your head," Derek grumbled, frowning at Stiles' retreating form. "And I'm full."

"You're full when I say you're full," Stiles scoffed, setting a refilled bowl back down in front of him. "So sayeth the Alpha."

"You probably don't want to argue with him when he's like this," Scott warned, shooting a smirk in Derek's direction. "When he's in mother hen mode, there's no stopping him. And now with the added title, there is really no hope."

"Airplane or train?" Stiles asked, grabbing the spoon.

"What?" Derek muttered.

"Oh my God," Isaac snorted, leaning over to set his head on Scott's shoulder.

"I'll just alternate," Stiles decided with a shrug, making choo choo noises as he brought the spoon closer to Derek's mouth.

"If you want that hand back, I'd cut that shit out," Derek growled.

"Don't be like that," Stiles pouted. Isaac chuckled softly and closed his eyes. Scott wrapped his arm around him and leaned them back against the wall they were sitting in front of. The sounds of Stiles and Derek bickering were oddly soothing and Scott could feel himself being lulled to sleep too. He knew it was too soon to expect things to be better, but he was optimistic. With the four of them working together, they could get through anything.