Authors note: I decided to do this in two parts because I don't really know, it just works. Enjoy this fluff.

Chapter nine.

I'll never understand this.

It was just a normal night to Scott, or so he had thought. He had sat down at his desk, deciding it was time he at least attempted to get his grades up, stiles was god knows where, so he was on his own. He guessed it would be okay, he would eventually settle down and get some work done. At first he couldn't concentrate his mind was continuously drifting, to Isaac, to Allison, back to Isaac. It was torture. It took him around an hour to really get his down and block everything else out. He had decided to start with history. History was defiantly his worst subject so he thought it would probably need the most work. He was right; nothing he read made any sense to him. He didn't understand any of it. He needed stiles. After calling his cell what must have been twelve times he gives up and resorts to lying on his bed and just letting his thought bombard him.

Isaac. The first thing he thought about when he woke up in the morning, the last thing on his mind when he went to sleep. What was on his mind constantly, never leaving his mind even for second, always there? Isaac the boy he cared so much about, the boy who until a month or so ago he hadn't even known existed. The boy who makes him smile, like now laying on his bed just thinking about that kiss, he was grinning like a school boy. He couldn't help himself. Everything about Isaac was perfect. His voice, his sent, his body, he cheek bones. He was everything scot wanted, everything scot desired. But he knew he could never have him. Isaac didn't understand it. Isaac was innocent and young, all Isaac knew was that he liked him, and the feelings were mutual. He knew that he just wanted to be with Scott and it should be that simple, and it should, if he had been normal, they could have been together. Scott knew however that it was so much more complicated than that. Allison for one, whose father had finally laid off him a little and was letting him be with Allison, even if he wasn't happy about it his daughters happiness was more important and Scott, Scott made Allison happy. Scott knew that if he ended it with Allison now, her father would never forgive him, it would be the last straw he was as good as dead. And Allison herself, he cared about her o much, he loved her he honestly did, but it just wasn't enough. He wanted Isaac more; he needed Isaac like he needed air to survive. He couldn't do that too her, after everything they had been through he couldn't leave her, he couldn't leave her for a guy. His would kill he and he knew it. Then there was that, Isaac was a guy. A guy. Scott had always been positive he was straight, he was 100% a girl's guy. He didn't have anything against gays, in fact he believed you should be who you are, but this, with Isaac wasn't who he was. It just wasn't.

Scott was snapped out of his thought suddenly, he hadn't realised that he had been sitting there thinking about Isaac for over an hour, but his wolf his wolf knew something was wrong, he didn't understand it, but something inside him was screaming protect, save, pack, family, protect, Isaac. He didn't understand what was going on. But he knew he had to go, he grabbed a jumper and shoes, he jumped directly from the window onto the ground and ran, he didn't know where he was running to but he ran.

He was running for about ten minutes before he smelt it, it was more than fear, it was loathing and terror and guilt all mixed together, it was Isaac. It was everything Isaac was in one, but it was more, there was to other scents one he recognised as Isaacs father, pure rage and resentment. The third, Scott had never smelt before on anyone, it was murder, pure flawless desire to kill. This, terrified Scott, he shifted, ran forward and saw it, just above Isaac, this beast, he could only see a tail, but he knew it was rage and scaled and directly above Isaacs head. It hissed, literally hissed at Isaacs's father as he moved closer to where Isaac was cowering in the corner. Scott's heart was breaking seeing Isaac vulnerable and scared, it made his heart bleed. Isaac's father had raised his head, the action mirrored by Isaac, both seeing the tail, swishing slowly precisely through the air just above Isaacs head, in full view of light, fortunately Isaac was still hidden in the dark. The beast pounced at Isaac's father, chasing him to the car before tearing the man and the car to pieces. It was horrific to watch.

Once again the smells change, loathing and fear change to despair and loss, and the guilt, is gone in a flash and replaced with relief, a wave of relief that he knows will not last long. He is right, within seconds the relief, and is replaced with disgust and an even stronger guilt than before.

Without hesitating Scott rushes forward, across the road, and down the alleyway straight to wear Isaac was cowering, crying softly now, he doesn't even think he realises he is crying it's so softy. He reaches down holds Isaac, pulls him and pulls him into a strong hug.

'Scott' he mumbles quietly. So quiet even his werewolf ears strain to hear it.

'Sh, Isaac it's okay, it's okay, let's get you out of here.'

'Scott, go, I don't need you' Isaac spits, he is lying, Scott knows he is lying,

'Even if you don't want me I will always protect you Isaac' Scott replies without even thinking about it. It feels natural to be here for Isaac, he lifts him bride style ignoring the taller boy's protests and sets off at a run home. He lets Isaac go at the bottom of his window, Isaac climbs up without a word knowing Scott won't take no for an answer. By the time Scott has followed him up Isaac had striped to jus this tee-shirt and boxers and had climbed into Scott's bed, without a word Scott gets in after him wearing the same. Isaac has his back to him so Scott wraps him arms round him and nuzzles into the crook of him neck. Even though Isaac is taller he seems to fit perfectly beside him, they are so close, Isaacs back is touching Scott's front, knees curled round each others. They fall asleep like this, Scott literally feels the pain drain from Isaac, as his heart allows ad he begins to drift, it is only when e is certain that Isaac is sleeping that Scott lets the exhaustion over take him as well.

When Scott wakes, he feels Isaac still against him, they had barely moved during the night, he carefully slips on arm off Isaac and looks at his phone it is past midday, thank god it was Saturday he thinks. He places arm back around Isaac, letting the boy sleep on whereas he thinks carefully about exactly what he is going to say to Isaac when he wakes up, what he is going to say to Derek when they try and explain what happened.

'Scott..' Isaac is mumbling, 'Scott is that you, why am I here? Why are you holding me? What...' Scott knows Isaac was about to ask what had happened, he felt the boy stiffen as he remembers everything, 'it wasn't me, I swear Scott I didn't hurt my dad I promis' he is panicking, Scott turns him so he is facing him and pulls him closer

'I know Isaac I know you didn't, I was there, and I saw, 'he hesitates, 'I saw everything'

'Scott, why did you come? Why were you there?' Isaac whispers into Scott's chest

'Isaac, I care about you, even more than that my wolf cares about you, my wolf has never cared about anyone the way it does about you, I mean I was sitting, here in my room doing nothing, and I just knew, I knew in my heart that something was wrong, my instincts were screaming at me to protect and to save. I don't understand it. I never will understand it Isaac, but I knew, I knew I had to save you, something was wrong, I wasn't even thinking about where I was going, I was just going and I found you. I had known you needed me, and don't you dare say you didn't, and I had found you.' He hadn't looked at Isaac while he had been talking but he could feel the tears running down the boy's cheeks, onto his shirt.

'sc-Scott, I,' he's struggling, sniffling trying to stop crying, 'thank you' he settles with, 'thank you, I need you, I will always need you, and even if I can't have you the way I want you, I need you in my life,'

'Isaac, you can't have me the way you want me right now. But one day and hopefully soon we will work this out. Everything will work itself out.'

'Scott, your my anchor' Isaac mumbles before falling back to sleep in Scott's arms.