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These drabbles can be read chronologically or not. Dealer's choice. I'm writing them in a progression style but they all pretty much stand alone.

Isaac thinks that if he plays it cool he can sneak into the loft, get some stuff, and get out to go back to school before Derek or Cora see him. He just needs to stay cool, make it quick, and get out of there.

"Isaac,"

The teen skids to a stop as he notices the Alpha draped across the couch he sleeps on. He wants to ask him what he is doing when he notices. Derek looks worn out, beat up, he smells like sweat and adrenaline, and Isaac is sure he smells blood too, but can't tell from where.

"What happened here?"

"Don't worry about it." Derek groans as he sits up. Isaac can tell it takes some effort, just like it takes him some effort to not limp when he walks over to his desk. "Scott called me." He says and Isaac tenses. "He told me about today, with Allison."

The look in Derek's eyes when he looks over his shoulder at him is not one of angry or disappointment, like Isaac expected, but one that demands an explanation. Isaac sighs and pushes his curls back.

"Look I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"I know you didn't, but it happened." Derek interrupts. Apparently he doesn't want an explanation like Isaac thought. He steals himself for the predicted verbal or physical assault, but is surprised again when Derek keeps talking. "I know it's not your fault Isaac, getting locked in the closet or….otherwise. But you can't let your fears control you, especially with how you are now. If you can't get over it, find a better anchor. Don't let it happen again." The older man turns around, perching himself on the edge of the table, now that he's finished. He looks at Isaac with a cool green hazel stare, not angry or disappointed or really anything. Indifferent, Isaac thinks.

"Ok…." He mutters and that must have been all Derek wanted because he nods once. "Derek?" Isaac calls before he can move and Derek looks back at him. "Do you think I'll ever get over it?"

"I don't know." He answers honestly after a moment. Another long beat passes before Derek says, "I got stung by a swarm of yellow jackets when I was six and I still haven't gotten over that."

"Seriously?" Isaac laughs once and perks up his head, no longer tucking it into his shoulders.

"Yep," Derek says, "So just as a heads up: if we ever encounter a giant hornet, yellow jacket beast or something that can turn into a swarm of hornets or yellow jacket, I'm tripping you and running away."

Isaac laughs again, really this time if only slightly. "Ok," He says and Derek nods once again, as if to confirm this ridiculous hypothetical arrangement they've made, and walks past him.

When he does he claps Isaac on the shoulder, squeezing it gentle before letting go, as if to tell him it's ok. The warm touch lingers and Isaac's own hand comes up to cover the spot just as the feeling lingers, a surrogate to keep it there. Later that night, laying on his couch, Isaac thinks about his anchor and all he can think about is Derek.

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