Stiles was chilling in Derek's bakery, trying not to fall asleep at the table. He really needed sleep. He hadn't been sleeping normally since the sacrifice, and after the whole Nogitsune thing, the nightmares became worse than before, once again ruining his already shitty relationship with sleep. He was so focused on not falling asleep on his donut that the sound of someone else sitting at his table startled him so bad he would have fallen if it wasn't for the supernaturally quick reflexes of the mysterious new person. Looking up, slightly disgruntled, he was surprised to see Isaac sitting with him.

"Uh… Hi?" Stiles said, though it came out more like a question than a statement. He and Isaac had never been the best of friends, and Isaac had become increasingly distant, from not just him but everyone, after Allison.

"Hi."

"Uh, not that I don't want you here or anything but…" Stiles began.

"I'm leaving," Isaac interrupted what was sure to be a long winded rant.

Stiles sat there stunned. Whatever he had been expecting to come out of Isaac's mouth that was most definitely not it. "You're what?"

"I'm leaving Beacon Hills, for good. Well, for the foreseeable future at least."

"Why?" Stiles cringed as soon as the word left his mouth, the why was obnoxiously obvious. If the look Isaac was currently giving him was anything to go by, he was thinking the same thing. "How? Where? When?" Stiles changed his question too.

"Chris Argent. He is going to visit some family in France, get away from Beacon Hills for a while. I'm flying out with him later today, and then staying," Isaac told him.

"And he's just leaving a 17 year old kid in France by himself? Wow…"

"I have distant relatives there that I'm staying with."

"Oh… makes a lot more sense." After that, they fell into an awkward silence. Stiles didn't really know what to say, as previously stated (in the second paragraph) he and Isaac had never really been that close, so he wasn't really sure why he was telling him all this. It made less sense (to Stiles at least) than when Ethan decided to tell him he was leaving. Speaking of Ethan, Stiles wondered when the wolf would gain some common sense and come back to Beacon Hills. Whoa Stiles, focus on the task at hand. "Can I just ask, why are you telling me all of this?"

"Why not? Aren't you like the pack mom or something?"

"I am not the pack mom! Where did you even get that from?"

Isaac just shrugged. "I don't know, guess I read it somewhere or something."

"Why would someone even write that?" Stiles muttered to himself. "Now my dear puppy, back to the matter at hand before you tried to distract me, why are you telling me this?"

"Did you just call me puppy? I am nothing like a puppy," Isaac said, somewhat indignantly, still trying to distract Stiles.

"I don't know, guess I read it somewhere," Stiles mocked.

Isaac just rolled his eyes at the annoying, yet extremely loyal human sitting across from him. "Hilarious," he deadpanned.

"I thought so, now, once again, why are you telling me?"

"Why shouldn't I?"

"Well, we've never actually gotten along, all we do is snip at each other, and I almost killed you and put you in the hospital a couple weeks ago. I feel like all of those are just a few on the list of pretty good reasons of why you shouldn't tell me. Now don't get me wrong, I'm glad that you did, I'm just confused," Stiles ranted.

"Well you did help get me out of jail on my first full moon, and you helped me at that gods forsaken motel, and you saved not just me, but all of us when you came to the root cellar. I feel like all of those are pretty good reasons of why I should tell you," Isaac responded. Staring at Isaac, Stiles could tell that he was holding something back.

"While all of those things are true, there is something else, isn't there?" The two teens sat at the table in silence staring at each other after Stiles' question. Finally Isaac sighed in defeat, knowing that he would have to tell Stiles eventually and he might as well get it over with.

"Ok fine, I'm telling you because I need to ask you for a favor."

"Like what?" Stiles asked suspiciously. Doing favors for wolves has gotten him into plenty of trouble in the past…

"I need you to tell the rest of the pack, or what's left of it at least."

Stiles was shocked, out of all the thoughts running through his head of what Isaac could want, this was not it. "Why can't you tell them? Why do you need me to?"

"Because like you said, we are not that close, so, no offence, but telling you is kind of easy. I don't think I would be able to face Scott and tell him."

"Then why not Lydia or someone? You've barely even talked to her before."

"Because despite us not being very close, I still know you, you've helped me out despite us always being sarcastic shits to each other. Telling Lydia would feel weird because there is pretty much no connection there whatsoever, but there is a connection between us, no matter how small it is. And you telling Scott would be better than her because of how close you two are," Isaac told him. Stiles was pretty speechless. This was the most he had heard Isaac ever say, and the most sincere he had ever sounded while talking to Stiles. "Before you say anything, let me add, I know this is a lot to ask, especially considering how close we aren't, but I really need you to do this."

After staring at Isaac for a few more minutes, Stiles finally spoke up, "Fine," he sighed, "I'll tell them."

"Thank you Stiles, this means a lot," Isaac said, and he meant it too. Growing up, he never had anyone to ask these types of things. He was still trying to get used to actually asking people for things and not fearing a potential beating. He figured this was a step in the right direction, even if he knew there was no way in hell that Stiles would be able to attack him, especially now when he was practically falling asleep talking to him.

Stiles just smiled, happy that, even though he and Isaac were always sarcastic shits to each other, Isaac felt comfortable enough to ask Stiles a favor this big. "No problem, pup," to which Isaac rolled his eyes, tender friendly moment over.

"Well I have to get going, finish packing and everything."

"I'll see you around, when you realize that even though you lost so much here, you still have a family here in the form of Scott and Melissa and even Derek. I understand the need to leave, trust me I do, but don't let the bad take away the good. So leave, heal, and when you've healed, come back, and your pack will be waiting for you. Oh, and don't forget to pack plenty of scarves and your Ice Guitar," Stiles said, ending in his usual nonsense.

"What the hell is an Ice Guitar?" Isaac asked with the usual roll of his eyes. Stiles wasn't sure how he didn't have a constant headache from all the eye rolls he's done.

"That doesn't even deserve a response, mainly because I don't know… But that's beside the point, just remember you still have a family here if and when you want to come home," Stiles said.

Isaac just smirked, "Thanks Stiles, I'll remember that. But you forgot a part of my family." At the confused look on Stiles face, Isaac elaborated, "I consider you as an annoying little brother."

"Hey, I'm older than you!" Stiles said indignantly, but he had a smile on his face. "I'll see you again Isaac, now go finish packing before Chris leaves without you."

"Bye Stiles, and thanks again," with that Isaac got up and left the bakery, with one last nostalgic look around the place that held so many memories.

Stiles sighed and leaned back into his seat, wondering how he was going to tell Scott and his mom about this. They weren't going to take it well. The things he does for these wolves.

Sooo, I finally wrote another story! Yay! Sorry it took so long, I was kind of lacking motivation… and inspiration. This story is dedicated to both EpicPickleNinja and LadyArinn! EpicPickleNinja because she helped motivate me to actually finish and LadyArinn because she insisted that I add Ice Guitars… Who might I add, is wearing lovely Robot leggings, though they are not as cool as my Marvel leggings. Anyway! This is set before season 4 but once again is kind of AU because I didn't really make Derek go missing. I don't own anything! You guys are all looking fantastic this lovely one in the morning!