A/N: I'm glad people are liking it.
The plot is mine, but the prompt is from 'pligrimkitty' on tumblr. Also I don't own Teen Wolf.
I'm also looking for a proofreader/beta (for this and other stories) let me know if you're interested.
Trigger warning: abuse.
Chapter Two:
Isaac woke up to sunlight streaming in through a window. He couldn't remember the last time he slept this well. He snuggled deeper into the sheets before realising there was something warm next to him, he froze there was someone else in bed with him. He looked over to see Stiles still asleep, he must have stayed. Isaac's heart warmed slightly at the thought. He didn't know what to do so he just lay there watching Stiles sleep, before Stiles grumbled something in his sleep and fidgeted. Frowning Isaac crawled out of bed, grabbed his things and ran into the bathroom locking the door behind him he leaned against it. It was too much, the sheriff taking him home but not forcing Isaac to turn himself in. Calming him down after a panic attack, where had they learned to do that, he wondered. And Stiles had stayed, he'd stayed. Why?
He sat slumped against the door thoughts running through his head of other panic attacks and their outcomes. The slam of a door and shouting, culling up in a ball and praying it'll go away. Isaac held his head in his hands as he stared absently at the door to Stiles' bedroom. This was not happening again and he did what he did every morning he forced his limbs to uncurl and slowly got undressed and showered, the pounding water doing wonders for his tired limbs.
Stiles woke to the sound of running water, he looked around before realising he was in the spare bedroom, he must have fallen asleep. He'd only meant to stay till Isaac fell asleep. But he'd been so tired and he had gotten used to falling asleep in this room. Stretching he climbed out of bed, throwing the duvet neatly back over the bed, as was his habit. He then darted across the hall on the balls of his feet and back into his room. Sighing he ran a hand through his already ruffled hair before going back to his closet and searching through it, seeing if he had any more clothes that would fit Isaac, he scrounged around a bit before finding the other pair of sweat pants that had come with the ones he'd given Isaac yesterday, he also found a couple of tops. He grabbed them and went back to the spare room, placing the folded clothes on the made bed. He glanced around the plain room, there was basic furniture in it but no personality. On a hunch he walked I've to the closet and found a lot of Scott's things. Shaking his head at his best friend, he left the door open figuring that Isaac could use any of it if he wanted. There were some towels on the shelf above the rail, he grabbed them and then went back to his room, the bathroom door was partially open, knocking he opened it a bit more. The room was filled with steam and he could see the faint outline of Isaac in the shower in the mirror. Averting his eyes he called out that he was leaving some towels on the counter for him, before turning to dart out of the room. He paused when the steam cleared a little bit and he saw the water hitting smooth pale skin and a sculpted torso, his eyes widen slightly before blushing and running out of the room. Shaking his head he berated himself for looking, his felt something twinge behind his navel, no this was not happening. Closing his eyes he thought of anything to make it stop, worms, dog poo, old people in swimming costumes! Ah that did it. What was wrong with him, he took a shaky breath and then rubbing his tired eyes he glanced over at the clock it was only 8am! He groaned, debating going back to bed and then sighed, he could hear movement downstairs meaning that his dad had probably stayed up all night. Debating his himself and looking longingly back at the bed he headed downstairs and into the kitchen and started making breakfast.
He was frying bacon and eggs when his dad entered, "Smells good, what're we having?"
"We aren't having anything," Stiles scoffed, "You are having porridge and fruit. The bacon and eggs are for me and Isaac."
The sheriff frowned and rubbed his stubble, he phoned in requesting the weekend off, he had more than enough holiday days stored up after all. He muttered under his breath about health crazed teenaged sons. Stiles laughed and flung a retort back at him.
Isaac got out of the shower to the smell of food wafting upstairs, he grabbed the towel left for him on the counter and dried off before going back to him room, there were some things on the bed for him and he dressed quickly, before towelling his hair dry and heading downstairs. In the kitchen he was greeted with the two Stilinskis on either side of the kitchen island, he interrupted some banter as they both looked over at him. Isaac braced himself for the shouting, or the sympathy or being told that he needed to leave. When John just nodded to him before turning back to his son complaining about something, the food Isaac realised, when Stiles responded, "No. After the junk you ate last night? You really think I'm going to let that go?"
And just like that some of the unease pooling itself in his heart slid away. His stomach growled at the delicious scent of the food.
Stiles laughed, "It'll be ready soon. Take a seat." He gestured to a stool next to the Sheriff. Isaac glanced around, the room seemed to be partially slit, with the kitchen on one end, where the island was and through an archway on the left was a dining table which was piled high with what appeared to be case files. Isaac sat on the closest seat and continued looking around.
"It's not much but its home." The Sheriff said, noticing his interest.
"It's nice."
Silence fell over the room, it was a strange quiet as it was awkward but through it, just hinting at the edges, there was a feeling of comfort. However faint it seemed to be, it was still there, it carried on until after they'd finished eating and Isaac helped do the washing up. The day passed fairly normally after that, Stiles and Isaac had played some video games and Stiles' father had cheered them on, they even got him to play a couple of games. It was lunch time when John made a sandwhiches and disappeared into his make-shift study with one of them.
Stiles grabbed his and motioned for Isaac to follow him, "You planning on going back to school at all?" He asked, trying to steer clear of the more sensitive issues surrounding them.
"Yeah, I guess." Isaac shrugged he liked learning but he'd been alone a lot at school and then at home. His thoughts trailed back to the last time he'd seen his father, the look on his face when he'd healed. The uncaring dispassionate nature he'd had about almost blinding his only living son. Isaac stumbled slightly, he'd carried on upstairs on autopilot and had felt the sickening drop where there isn't a step there and your foot carries on further and you feel like you are about to fall. Catching himself on the banister he looked up and put an end to his thoughts, Stiles gave him an odd look before they headed towards his room.
"Want me to catch you up on what you missed?"
Isaac had been practically been living with Boyd and Erica but neither of them had offered to help in out that respect, he frowned slightly, "Sure."
Stiles nodded and led the way into his room, Isaac hadn't really taken much of it in the other day, there was the built in closet net to the door and his bed was on the left, straight ahead after the door to the bathroom was a desk area including a new wall of evidence. "Aren't you taking the whole Smallville thing a bit far here?" He asked before he could help himself.
Stiles just smiled and said, "Oh, it's totally my wall of weird!" Before plopping himself down on his bed, they started to go over the work of the last week or so. Stiles had just finished explaining some of the maths work and they were taking a break when Isaac inquired, "Who do you think it is?"
"The Kanima?" Stiles paused, "It's not Lydia," He replied automatically, "I think it might be Jackson."
"We already tested him."
"Yeah, because we have proof that your test works." Stiles rolled his eyes. "Besides, it's not like we even really know what we're dealing with. I still think the murders are connected."
Isaac shrugged; he had no idea as to whether or not the test worked. "Why don't you think it's Lydia?"
"Because she's immune. The bite didn't take at all, but it did with Jackson and then it was rejected. But he's not dead." The silent yet echoed around the bedroom.
Isaac paused, thinking it through, "You know, with some animals their own poison can be poisonous too them in certain circumstances."
Stiles nodded, "They're going after Lydia next, aren't they?"
Isaac gave him a short quick nod before turning to the work in front of him. He could feel Stiles' gaze on him for a while afterward before he also turned back to his work. It was mid-afternoon when Stiles got a text from Scott bailing on their plans so he could hang out with Allison. Stiles groaned and got up, he paced around his room, something Isaac realised he did a lot; he tended to always be moving, fidgeting or talking. It was like the guy had an inability to be still and calm.
"Again! Just brilliant. The werewolf and the huntress. Oh! That's really going to work out well and then there's little old me. I only do loads of research and am there for them when things go wrong." He continued on muttering things before Isaac interrupted.
"What were your plans?"
"I suppose we didn't really have any." Stiles said falling backwards onto his bed, his body bounced on the mattress. Isaac had moved over to the desk ages ago to escape the restlessness. "Ugh! I can't be bothered with this anymore. I'm going to go and shower." And then he started whizzing around the room getting his things and before Isaac knew it he was alone.
He heard the water running; he could hear a lot around him if he concentrated. Also fed up of the work, he sat back in the swivel chair and let his senses loose. He could hear the Sheriff downstairs shuffling through case files; he could get a faint sense of his emotions, namely frustration radiating off of him. Casting his senses out further he could hear people arguing, a child begging its father for something sweet and Isaac blushed slightly when he realised what two of the neighbours were doing. He could drew back quickly but it caused he thoughts to wonder. Grabbing his things he went back into his room closing the door behind him and collapsing on the bed. He could still hear the water running and feel the touch of arousal running through his body. Slowly his thoughts drifted to entertain the idea of skin touching skin, heavy breathing when he reflexively flinched away from the thoughts.
"Are you thinking unnatural things again boy?"
No, not again. Isaac shut his eyes, every time he felt like he had a respite back it would be. He grabbed a pillow and stuffed his face into it, absorbing his silent scream. But the floodgate was open, he'd let the tiniest of thoughts through.
"You know boy, your brother wouldn't do this to me."
"I know I know." Isaac whispered into the pillow.
"You need to toughen up, boy." He said grabbing him and forcing him downstairs, he pushed and scrabbled but it was no use.
Isaac tried to shake the memories away but they floated in front of his eyes, clear even with the foggy tears threatening to spill.
"Some time in here will do you good!" He said shutting the lid. Isaac felt the darkness touching him and he heard the chains being dragged across. To worn-out to fight he turned over, trying to relieve some of the burning in his back.
He started to hyperventilate when the thoughts of last night came back to him, the Sheriff and Stiles had just waited for him. The soothing words of the Sheriff and the calming slow way they'd helped him. He focussed his thoughts on that, using it to regulate his breathing and uncurling his limbs from the foetal position he was in. At some point he'd ended up back in the same corner from last night, he barely remembered moving there. Closing his eyes he concentrated on his heartbeat getting it steady before opening his eyes and looking around. It was the first time he'd been able to properly come out of an attack by himself. He looked around with a dazed expression, his thoughts once again wondered back to how they knew to what to do to calm a panic attack. At first he assumed it was because of the Sheriff's training but there was too much of a sense of experience to what they'd done last night, for it to just be that. He was deliberating how to ask about it when there was a knock on the door. Getting up he answered it, keeping the door partially shut.
John stood hesitantly in the doorway, "I was thinking of going over to you house and getting some of your things tomorrow and we could do with taking about what you wished to do at some point, with regards to school and where you're living."
Isaac nodded, "That sounds fine."
Tasting his words before speaking he asked, "Are you alright going back there?"
"Yes."
John looked at him for a moment before nodding to himself and turning to walk back down the hall.
"Wait," Isaac called out opening the door more, "Thank you."
The Sheriff nodded, "It was nothing."
"How – how did you know what to do last night?"
The Sheriff sighed suddenly looking very tired, "Stiles used to get them after his mother died." He responded unable to call them panic attacks, he promptly turned back not waiting for a reaction and walked downstairs.
Isaac frowned at the information, gazing at the separating wall, before sighing with relief and closed the door. He collapsed back onto the bed before he heard something out of place, he jumped to his feet; the hair on the back of his neck was raised. He looked over to the window and stood there looking around nonchalantly was Derek.
"What're you doing here?" Isaac hissed.
"I could ask you the same question." Derek replied stepping further into the room, smelling the air.
Isaac hunched inward slightly, knowing what Derek could smell, him and Stiles and a whole range of emotions, embarrassed he responded, "They offered me a place to stay."
"And I didn't?"
"Forgive me if I don't like sharing a mattress with rodents," Derek rolled his eyes at that and Isaac continued, "Besides you are rarely there, why should I be? You don't force the others to come and live with you."
Derek just stood there looking at him for a moment, "Are you going to stay here?"
"I don't know." Isaac said sticking his chin out defiantly.
"Just remember, I am your alpha."
"As if I could forget."
"Come to training tomorrow." And like that he was gone, or so it seemed until Isaac heard movement next door, Stiles had gotten out of the shower sometime whilst he'd been talking to the Sheriff. Isaac shrugged, Derek was his problem now. But still, he couldn't help be keep an ear out and it wasn't out of jealousy no matter what he conscious was telling him, just concern.
"Gah!" Stiles exclaimed dropping his shirt when he turned around to see the big bad alpha Derek sitting on his bed. "What're you doing here?"
Derek nodded his head towards the spare room.
"You came to check on Isaac? That's unlike you." Stiles scoffed and teased whilst putting on his shirt, "I mean it's actually good leadership."
"Why?" Derek asked ignoring the statement Stiles just made.
"Because it shows you care!" Stiles exclaimed.
Derek shook his head, "Not that."
"Oh. I dunno, my dad brought him home," Stiles shrugged, "He's dealt a lot with foster and shelter kids, and he knows Isaac and used to know the Coach," He furrowed his brow, "I think he feels a bit guilty."
"What about you?"
"Me? I don't really care. I mean, I do care. I don't really want anything bad to happen to him, or most people. But aside from that I never really knew him and I don't have much of an opinion on the matter. Not that I can change anything," Stiles shrugged before stating, "He's listening to every word isn't he?"
Derek nodded slightly. "I guess I'm going back to mattress rodents tonight then?"
"Yeah," Stiles replied and with that the alpha was gone, leaving a slightly baffled Stiles behind him and a confused beta in the other room.
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