Author note: here is chapter ten, seriously guys, the views and reviews and follows couldn't have made me happier! Thank you all so much for reading, and I'm glad you're enjoying my first ever story! And yeah well I realised wrote that chapter form both points of view of waste time because hitting major writers block, I know what I want to right but nothing seems to be coming out quite right, oh well this is the next chapter anyway, it might not be up to the usual standard but please don't lose faith I will get there ,also sorry its late been major hectic week and I got a new laptop, and been so busy.

Chapter Ten.

Should have remembered.

It had been a week since Isaacs father had been murdered. A week, and he had not seen Isaac once. It was killing him, he felt like his heart was going to implode on him, he could barely breathe or concentrate. He hated feeling like this, he hated not being near Isaac. When he had woken again that afternoon Isaac had left, without a word, a note, a text nothing. He couldn't help but running Isaac's words through his mind over and over. He, Scott McCall was Isaac's anchor. His anchor, the thing that kept him human, the thing that helped him stay in control of the animal inside. Scott knew it should scare him, he should be concerned about how strongly Isaac must feel towards him, but instead it just makes him strangely happy. It makes him feel right, it feels like its natural for him to be.

Scott, however was also seriously worried about stiles. A few days after his first attempted study night, which had ended rather badly he had called stiles again, hoping this time his friend would pick up his phone, and get his ass there to help him. Nope. He must have called 11 times. Not a single answer, just rung out over and over. The next morning stiles had looked wrecked, Scott had interrogated him about why he hadn't been around to help him study. His friend had just shook his head muttering about being busy. Scott could smell the disappointment and hurt radiating off the boy. It seriously confused him. He just wasn't himself, there was definitely something wrong with him, he wasn't being his usual sarcastic funny self, he stopped making jokes as much, he wasn't smiling as much and he always looked so tired. Scott was determined to figure it out. That Monday when stiles picks him up for school, looking ready to fall asleep any second, he reaches over and pulls the keys from the ignition.

'Right. Talk. I don't care if we are late, I don't care if we get into trouble, I will take the fall whatever, but need my best friend back, you haven't been over in ages, you wont text me back when I text you, or call me, or even pick up, even when we are together like when you drive me to and from school you don't talk, I cant remember the last time saw you smile or laugh or even make a sarcastic comment. Stiles I am actually scared. What is going on with you?!'

Stiles just stares at him dumbstruck, but for some reason Scott cannot for the life of him figure out stiles look angry as well, 'Are you fucking kidding me Scott, are you actually joking me right now?'

'I-I-I, wait what?!'

'Shut the fuck up Scott and listen to me, for about three weeks I have been stressing my ass off trying to figure out this fucking kanima bullshit, I haven't slept properly in at least two, because I fucking cant, I have had three panic attack In the last week alone. And you saying you want you best friend back?! I'm right fucking here, but your just too fucking dumb to see me. Where the fuck have you been Scott, pinning over Isaac, that's where you have been, like seriously Scott it is so obvious to fucking everyone, even fucking Alison, she came to me Scott, last week asking why you hadn't seen her, why you were looking at her different, why you and Isaac were getting so close. She directly asked me if you were together, I lied to her for you man. I told her nothing was going on between you that it was werewolf stuff. Like honestly just fucking man up and do something about it Scott, its clear he's fucking in love with you and your not much better either the way the two off you cant take your eyes off each other!' stiles paused for a breather, 'I have been working so hard, working with Derek, the fucking sour wolf, trying to figure this mess out, and you've done nothing! you've only called me when you needed me to hep you study and don't try and lie to me I know. I know you so fucking well, and you don't know a thing about me Scott, Not a thing. You knew I was dong research, and you never offered to help. I mean the tail shit you gave us after it murdered Isaacs dad was all fine and dandy but we are no where near figuring out who the master is, or even if it is Lydia or Jackson! Oh and that's a other thing, I have been spending time with Lydia, and there is no way it is her, she doesn't even know about the wolves or anything she knows nothing she is so scared and worried about everything, she knows we are keeping something from her, she knows it for a fact but I haven't told her not a thing. I hate lying to people, to my dad, to Lydia. Scott, it's too much. Thought I could handle this shit, mean yes you are the one who got bitten, but its affected me just as much as you. I feel like have to do something to help all the time because it's my fault. I dragged you into those woods that night. Me. My fault. Scott I've tried keeping it in, but you just don't get it! I TRED REACHNG OUT TO YOU, I FUCKNG TRIED.' Stiles is shouting by the end, and he looks like he just cant keep gong anymore.

Scott hadn't seen his best friend like this since his mother had passed away, he hated seeing stiles like this more than anything in the world. Scott was suddenly flooded with guilt everything stiles said was true, and it was his fault, he had been the worlds worst best friends, when stiles had done so much and more for him since he had gotten turned, if Scott had know it was because he felt guilty he would have corrected stiles from the beginning none of this was stiles fault. It was fate.

'Stiles, I am so fucking sorry. You have no idea, your right, I had no idea what was going on. Have been the shittest friend. I wasn't there for you when I was with Allison, I was too wrapped up in her and then when she went all huntress on us I left you behind because I was upset, obsessing over he, and what I had lost. And then, she came back to me and once again I abandoned you for her. Now with Isaac, well its just complicated. But you stiles should always be my priority I should have been here for you stiles, always. You have done so much for me, have tried to literally kill you on many occasions and your still here, with me on my side, I don't deserve you as a best friend. No way do I. But I need you man. And I know now you need me just as much. And how can you say that stiles, that's bull, I do know shit about you, more than I would like to at times, nah I'm kidding man. I am so sorry. Like ridiculously sorry man.' Scott looked at stiles with pure desperation in his big brown eyes and stiles for the first time didn't cave, he would always cave to Scott, always did but this was different he had pushed stiles too far this time and he still didn't know why.

'Nah Scott, you don't, you don't know the important stuff. I could deal with the werewolf shit being more important than me, I could deal with Allison being more fucking important than me, hell I could have even dealt with lacrosse being more important, because I told my self no matter fucking what Scott loves me, and I will always be his best friend and he will always be there for me when I really need him to be. Well bull-fucking-shite, you proved me wrong, the one day that I fucking needed you man. You called me 11 times on Thursday. 11 times. And seriously before then I had begun to give up, and that relit my hope, I really did think that maybe you hadn't forgotten. But then the next morning I find out all you wanted was a study buddy? Yeah, well fuck you Scott, Derek, who I have know for what two/three months, he fucking remembered and you didn't.'

'stiles what the fucking hell are you talking about?!'

'IT WAS HER FUCKING BIRTHDAY SCOTT.' stiles shouts at him, furious, and fed up with his friend.

As soon as the words left his mouth Scott understood. He got it. His mothers birthday, it was the hardest time of the year for stiles, even harder than the anniversary of her death. And Scott, his best friend, had forgotten. He really was the worlds worst friend, stuttering trying to get the words out, stiles just shakes his head,

'Scott seriously its fine, like I've accepted it, I would have liked a condolence or something on Thursday to show that you had at least remembered even if you didn't care, at least you would have remembered. You should have remembered. But you've shown you don't care about me anymore like at all, you didn't even remember and to be honest, I don't mind, I'm done caring about your bull shit man, I would just appreciate if you stopped pretending you did, and find your own lift to school from today on.' stiles sighs.

Scott, doesn't reply, and they spend the rest of the journey in pure silence, stiles still silently fuming with anger in the drivers seat. He keeps his head down for the rest of the day at school. He doesn't learn a thing, nothing is absorbed. He doesn't realise how royally fucked he is with his classes until he is too late. Detention. Again. With Finstock. The coach spends the entire time lecturing him about how if he doesn't get hid grades up he will not be allowed back on the team next year and how royally fucked the team will be without him, adding to the pressure he already feels is going to crush him. By the time he is home he is exhausted and just wants to lay down and sleep. And perhaps call stiles, to at least try making amends even thought he knows how hard it will be. Ignoring his mums offer for dinner, he retires to his room complaining silently about a headache knowing she will understand it. He is so caught up in his thought it isn't until he is in nothing but his underwear about to go for a shower that he notices Isaac sitting silently with his legs crossed on his bed.

'Jesus fucking Christ Isaac. You gave me the fright of my life. What the fuck are you doing here?!'

'I-I-I just wanted to see you Scott. I cant get it out my head, the thing, the kanima whatever it is, tearing my dad literally to pieces, I haven't slept in days, not since I slept here, I haven't be able to relax, every time I close my eyes it plays over and over and over in my head it is like a constant a slideshow of horror.' his eyes are filling with unshed tears at this point and Scott feels his heart once again bleed for the boy, 'I just, I, I just want you to hold me, please Scott, just lie with me, I need to sleep. I need to feel safe, you give me that.' he wont look Scott in the face, eyes darting literally everywhere in the room but Scott's face.

'Of course Isaac, of course. I have told you that I'm here for you always, yeah?' he says without even thinking it automatic, he has to be there for the boy who smells life home, like pack, like safe, family. 'Just let me shower first, I wont be long, I promise. Make yourself at home, find something more comfortable to sleep in yeah?'

literally running into his shower, washing himself down as quick as he can, towel drying and then rapping the towel around his waist, he returns to his room in under ten minuets to find Isaac changing into one of Scott's dads old tee's one of the only ones the man left behind when he abandoned the family, it's drowning Isaac, making him look ridiculously cute, that tee-shirt is now one of the only things he has left of his father, and he would never let anyone wear it, but Isaac, Isaac is different, its like, what's Scott's is Isaac's, nothing is different between them, everything can be shared. And it feels so right to him. Isaac notices Scott staring and blushes,

'What?'

Recovering from his trip down memory lane, Scott blushes as well, ' 'tis nothing,' he mumbles, 'tee was my dads'

'Do you want me to put something else on, if its special to you or something, it just smelled really like you,' he looks even redder now than he had before

'nah, its fine, and it will do I wear whenever I miss him, and don't think I've ever washed it because it smell's a little like him as well, just faintly but its there, and even thought he was a dick to my mum and me, I still miss him, you understand that now better than anyone, family is, was, family.' he gushes out before he even realises, he has never told anyone that before, not even his mum, 'and anyway it looks cute on you, it drowns you.'

Scott shoves on fresh boxers and a baggy tee and crawls into bed, Isaac hesitates before switching the light off and clambers in beside Scott, and does not object when Scott warps himself around his body and hold him close, pulling him right up against him so back and chest are touching, with Scott's arm draped over Isaacs stomach, feeling happy relaxed and safe for the first time since the last time they slept together, there breathing slows to matching paces, and just before falling into unconsciousness Scott pulls Isaacs head round to face his, and kisses him, once, slowly, not a hungry kiss like the last one, but a chaste meaningful kiss. A promise.