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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.

A/N: GO BACK TO CHAPTER 16! 16 IS THE NEW CHAPTER! So I made a super huge mistake and posted the wrong doc. THIS is the correct chapter 17, please enjoy.

Isaac doesn't go to school that next day. Or the day after. And the day after that is Saturday, so he stays in bed again.

He wonders if anyone from the school called about him, but he doubts it. He turned 18 that past September* and with all the disappearance/reappearance of teens in the student body they probably wouldn't bother to check on the orphaned 'troubled teen' who was of age to sign himself out if he wanted. No one was looking for him. He was sure of it.

After leaving Derek's that night Isaac wondered around for a while before he found his way to Scott's doorstep. Seeing Melissa's car gone he let himself in and asked if he could ask Scott for a favor. Werewolf or not, he didn't want to sleep outside.

Scott doesn't seem to mind. He seems more than happy to help Isaac out, which Isaac finds comforting. He had set Isaac up in the guest bedroom, gave him everything he needed, and told him he'd tell his mom that he just needed to stay there for a bit and he was sure she'd understand. Isaac agreed. Melissa was a good mother like that.

The house is warm and inviting, but Isaac doesn't like it here. Everything smells weird, the bed is too soft, the house sounds funny. He hates that he misses the loft, misses Derek. He pulls the collar of his shirt over his nose and smells, Derek scent still woven into the fabric, but fading, and he hates that too. He hates that he can't hate Derek.

Isaac tenses ridged as he realizes he's not alone. Apparently 'Speak of the devil and he shall appear' or in this instance think of him. "Isaac I know you know that I'm here."

"You shouldn't be here." Isaac mutters, not coming out from under the nest of covers he's burrowed himself in. If Derek thought he was a petulant child, he was going to be a petulant child. Besides, he didn't want to see Derek anyway. "Scott and Melissa aren't here and this isn't your home."

"This isn't your home either." The words twist in Isaac's chest like a knife. Derek didn't need to remind him of that. He didn't need any reminder that he didn't have a home and he was once again lost at the waste side. He had thought his home was with Derek at the loft but, apparently, it was just a place to stay. He should have known better. "I want you to come back."

"Why?" Isaac hisses. Why would he want him to come back?

Did he think that he could convince Isaac that he didn't love him? That they could both pretend that nothing happened and neither of them felt anything for each other or from that kiss and everything was fine? Isaac couldn't do that. He had spent so long hiding the truth, lying about his father and his bruises and his scars, that after he got the bite he refused to lie anymore. And….he can't stay with Derek anymore if he can't be with him. He thought he could, really thought he could. But now that he's had a taste he'll always long for another bite and that kind of temptation and longing would drive him insane.

Isaac hears Derek's boots thunk across the floor and knows that he's doing it on purpose to give Isaac warning of his approach; after all, he had gotten into the house and up the stairs without Isaac noticing. "Because I care about you," He says. And another dagger pierces Isaac's heart. "And I miss you," Now he was just being cruel. "And the only mistake I made was turning you away," Isaac's head pops out from under the covers and looks at Derek wide eyed as he kneels by the bed. "What I said….you have to understand. My position, my status as Alpha, I don't want to use that against you. Plus my age and the fact that you're living with me, I don't want to abuse that like Kat-" Derek looks down, and looks ready to bite through his tongue before continuing. "I just don't want you to feel obligated to be with me. Because I have feelings for you, or because I'm your Alpha, or otherwise."

"You have feelings for me?" Isaac asks in surprise, sitting up now and pulling out of his cocoon. Derek nods, not looking at him

"Yes. Which is why I was worried that maybe you had sensed that and were just reciprocating out of politeness."

"You think I kissed you to be polite?" The boy laughs a little in his chest but is silenced when Derek's frown accosts him.

"You slept on the floor for over a month because you thought it would be rude to ask for a bed. I don't want to hear it."

"I guess." Isaac agrees. He can at least see where Derek is coming from. "Can I come home now?" He asks, picking at a loose thread on the comforter to not meet the other's gaze in case he rejects him.

Fingers clasp over his, stilling his movement, and getting Isaac's attention to look at Derek who smiles. "You don't have to ask. You could have come home any time."

He then leans up and kisses Isaac on the mouth. Now Isaac wishes he had stopped sulking enough to properly brush his teeth that morning, but Derek doesn't seem to mind.

Thanks to all those that followed, faved, and reviewed last time. No one was diggin' the virtual taffy, so just confetti sprinkles to all those that review this time.

*-Isaac's birthday is September 22nd