The only light on at the Stilinski house was the one in Stiles' room. Scott figured that the sheriff was probably at the station, dealing with everything that happened at the game. He didn't envy that job at the moment. How did you explain to people that a kid everyone had seen die wasn't actually dead? Did he even know yet? That was definitely going to be a shock.

Scott crept in through the back door, letting Derek follow him in. The older werewolf seemed like he knew where he was going a bit too much for Scott's liking, but that was a conversation for another time. He'd had enough hard and awkward talks for the night. Derek creeping around people's houses was old news.

Scott poked his head into Stiles' room, finding his friend glaring at his bed. Isaac was laying on top of it, with one arm draped over his eyes. He hadn't put a shirt on, so Scott was pleased to see everything looked healed and healthy. Putting his fingers inside of Isaac's body was something he never wanted to experience again.

"Hey Stiles," Scott greeted.

"Thank goodness you're here," Stiles groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. "Will you take him?"

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" Scott asked, walking into the room with Derek. He could see him surreptitiously checking over his Beta, without making it obvious he cared.

"He took a shower in my bathroom. Then fell asleep on my bed."

"And?"

"He's making himself too much at home! Weren't we enemies like a week ago?" Stiles exclaimed.

"I like to think we've gotten past that," Scott shrugged.

"And we have to use my bed as the place to come together?" Stiles whined.

"Softer than the floor I've been sleeping on," Isaac mumbled, not budging from his spot at all.

"The floor? Really?" Scott sighed, looking at Derek in disappointment. "That's no way to live."

"It's fine," Derek grunted.

"When Erica and Boyd get back-"

"Did you find them?" Isaac asked, quickly sitting up on the bed.

"Sorry, no," Scott said regretfully. He saw Isaac's face fall a little. Would the same thing have happened to him if he'd gone with Boyd and Erica as planned? Was ending up trapped in a basement a better alternative to being stabbed with poison daggers? Both of Isaac's options would've ended with him in pain.

"They're probably already dead. I don't know why you think you can believe a single word that comes out of one of their mouths," Derek snapped.

"I take it the talk didn't go so well?" Stiles asked, raising his eyebrows at Derek's anger.

"It went fine," Scott insisted.

"So you and Allison kissed and made up?"

"Not that fine," Scott muttered.

"Oh. Sorry dude."

"Yeah. That's a real knife to the heart," Isaac deadpanned. Scott rolled his eyes and Stiles choked back a snort.

"She actually wanted me to apologize to you on her behalf."

"Sorry I tried to murder you," Derek said mockingly.

"Is that necessary?" Scott sighed.

"Yes."

"Can't we all have a clean slate?"

"No."

"It's attitudes like that that got us into this mess in the first place. And you can't really blame her for wanting to kill you. Allison honestly thought you bit her mom on purpose."

"I don't hold a grudge about that. In fact, I wouldn't fault her if she kept trying. Because at the end of the day, we are on opposite sides. Every Argent I've ever met has tried to kill me. I'd be an idiot to let my guard down and trust that they've suddenly turned over a new leaf. So no, Scott, the slate is just as dirty as ever. One day, hopefully you'll learn that. And for your sake, I hope you won't end up like Isaac was before the truth sinks in."

"You really don't," Isaac muttered, rubbing his chest where a slash had been.

"But will you promise not to go after them?" Scott asked. He didn't want to be put in the middle between Allison and Derek. His heart told him that he would always choose the girl he loved, but his brain knew it wouldn't be that easy. Scott had to do what was right, no matter how much it felt like a betrayal.

"I'm not going to mess with anyone who doesn't mess with me," Derek shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest. Scott figured that was the best outcome he could've gotten out of all this. No one had their guard down, but they weren't going to actively attack each other.

"Well, now that there is harmony throughout the land, can you all give me back my bedroom?" Stiles asked, pointedly staring at Isaac.

"But I'm comfortable. And I almost died tonight," Isaac groaned, flopping back onto Stiles' bed.

"And I was kidnapped and beat up."

"By an old man."

"Says the guy who got stabbed by a girl!"

"Didn't Erica knock you out and throw you in a dumpster once?"

"But she's a werewolf and I'm human. Yours is the reverse, which makes it worse!"

"Which means I deserve the bed," Isaac smirked, grabbing a pillow and curling up around it. Stiles opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to find an argument, but gave up with a growl.

"Shove over then. I'm not sleeping on the floor," Stiles grunted, throwing back his covers and sliding into the bed beside Isaac.

"Really?" Derek sighed, shaking his head in annoyance.

"At least this floor has carpet," Isaac mumbled, relaxing as he gave in to the pull of sleep. It had been a long day and Scott was ready to drop off too. He grabbed the sleeping bag he had stashed in Stiles' closet, tossing the extra blanket to Derek. One night of being comfortable wasn't going to kill Derek. He was the one who wanted them all to be in the same pack. Scott definitely wasn't there, but maybe this could be the start to a tentative friendship for all of them.