"I hate Finstock," Isaac moans, face first on his bed while Allison rubs his shoulders soothingly. "He tried to follow me into the bathroom, Scott, twice."

"Yeah, I got no explanation for that, dude," Scott's voice comes through his open flip phone. "He's...really persistent."

"Persistent is not exactly the word I'd use," Allison says, and Isaac can tell by her voice that she's trying very hard not to laugh.

"Fucking insane is what he is," Isaac groans. "I may have said yes just to get him off my back."

"Really?" Scott says, sounding worried. "Dude, you shouldn't have done that. He's never going to leave you alone now."

"Nah, I'll play, I guess," Isaac says, turning his head to look at the phone on his bed. "You get to tackle people, right?"

"Uh, not exactly," Scott says, at the same time Allison says, "Yes."

"It's only three months," Isaac grumbles, sounding more annoyed than he actually is. "Could be fun."

He didn't go to any lacrosse games in the spring, but he wouldn't actually mind so much being on the team if he gets to bowl people over. It could be fun to play with Scott. And Stiles, but he's trying not to think about that part. And if Finstock wants him so badly he can pay for his equipment and respect his work schedule.

"You're not actually that upset, are you?" Allison says, sounding amused, kissing the back of his neck quickly. "You just enjoy complaining."

"No, I don't," Isaac blatantly lies, rolling over onto his back and grinning up at her.

"Isaac, you kept complaining about your Algebra II quiz last week while we were making love and it was kind of weir-"

"Ugh!" Isaac says horrified, sitting up so fast that Allison loses her balance and falls on top of him. "Don't say that, what's wrong with you?!"

There is a long pause. "...making love?" Scott finally says sounding confused.

"Oh, my God, no," Isaac says, feeling his entire face flame, because how could Scott say that unironically? Gross. "Just say fucking like everyone else, please."

Allison snorts with laughter against his neck. "That's a losing battle, Isaac, believe me, I've tried."

"That's what it is," Scott protests, sounding wounded. "I don't understand why you two think it's so funny."

"It's not funny, it's, ugh, cheesy," Isaac replies, scrunching his face up in disgust.

"Yeah, you don't seem to mind so much when I'm doing it," Scott says, a bit of a challenge in his voice now. "Like that time I spent half an hour fingering you and sucking hickeys into your neck. You were pretty much incoherent by the time I got inside you, your legs over my shoulders while I made sure to get your prostate every time I-"

"Scott!" Isaac squeaks in horror, feeling his entire body go hot, because what is he saying? Allison looks pretty surprised too, but she doesn't seem as embarrassed as he is.

"Yeah, baby, you remember that?" Scott asks, shifting on the other end, his voice getting lower and breath getting louder. "You kept moaning my name and trying to me in deeper, clenching around my dick like you never wanted to let me go. And when I told you I love you, how much I love making love to you, making you come so hard you can feel it for hours, you remember what happened then?"

Isaac does, but he's too horrified to answer, and too transfixed by Scott's voice to even protest anymore.

"You started getting really loud," Scott continues, breathing heavily. "My window was closed but I was still worried the neighbors might complain. I tried kissing you to keep you quiet, but you kept squirming away and grabbing my ass to keep me right where you wanted me. So Allison had to help out, but you know she was soaked just from watching us, and she figured hey, two birds with one stone, and put that pretty mouth of yours to work. You really liked that, didn't you, me giving it to you just the way you like it and Allison sitting on your face. You always like eating her out, slipping your tongue inside her and getting her all over your face, making her moan. Yeah, Isaac?"

Allison grins and straddles his hips, raising her eyebrows at him flirtatiously, but Isaac is still too shocked to do anything but gape at her, Scott's words ringing in his ears like a fucking foghorn, making it impossible for him to concentrate on anything else.

"Wow, this is really doing it for you, isn't it?" Allison says, trying to pretend she's all unaffected, but he can smell that she's wet. "You should see his face, Scott, he's-"

Isaac grabs her and kisses her before she can finish, sliding his hand up her skirt to grab her ass and rolling their hips together.

Allison laughs against his mouth, but it quickly turns into a moan as he gets his hand into her underwear and starts rubbing her clit.

"God, I bet you two look good together," Scott groans and Isaac can hear the sound of his zipper on the other end. "I swear if I didn't have to finish this stupid application I would come over there and suck your dick so fast..."

"Shit," Isaac gasps, even the reference to Scott's college plans, which usually send a bolt of panic through him as he remembers what little time he has left with them, not enough to stop the flood of arousal he feels at Scott's words and Allison's body against his.

"Off," Allison says, fumbling with his belt. "And condom."

Isaac groans and grabs for the pack of condoms underneath his bed and the lube. Allison doesn't even bother taking off any of their clothes, just pulls aside her underwear and sinks down on him the second he gets a glop of too-cold lube on the condom on his dick. She rides him just like that, moaning as he gets his fingers on her clit again and Isaac gasps as Scott murmurs about how good they must look, how much he wants them, how there's nothing in the world like making love to him and Allison.

I am never living this down, Isaac thinks, right before he comes, but at that point he's pretty much past caring.

"You're adorable," Allison says, afterward, stroking her hands through his hair, his head pillowed on her breasts.

"'M not," Isaac protests balefully, but doesn't even have the energy to lift his head.

Scott had to get back to doing actual work, so they lie there in silence for a while, enjoying the afterglow. He always feels small in Allison's arms like this, and he likes it. Isaac has always enjoyed being tall-it's gotten him out of more than one scrape in LA, but sometimes he thinks he'd like to be smaller, so he'd fit between Allison and Scott better.

"I love you," Allison says suddenly, kissing his cheek gently and when Isaac closes his eyes and murmurs it back, for the first time it doesn't feel like an obligation, it feels right.

Midterms are coming up, but Isaac feels a lot more prepared for them this semester, so he doesn't spend too much time worrying. What he does worry about is the more and more time Allison, Scott, Stiles, and Lydia spend talking about colleges. Scott, Allison, and Stiles are applying to San Francisco State and Lydia has already applied to Stanford. Malia isn't going to college, but she apparently convinced her dad to move to San Francisco with her after she graduates high school to be closer to her friends. Leaving just Isaac behind in Beacon Hills with a house that costs $5,000 a year to live in and no way to move out of Beacon Hills and get Latisha into school somewhere else. He tries not to think about it too much, because there's nothing he can do about it, but every time they start talking about colleges he feels like they're already slipping away from him. Scott's mom well-meaningly asked him about his college plans one time he was over there for dinner and Isaac felt sick as he explained he wasn't going to college next year. He knows it's inevitable, that they'll grow apart and get used to being without him, but it hurts. It's not fair. Just when he finally got something good in his life...and it's all going to be over soon. Isaac doesn't know what he's going to do when they leave. He'll be busy working, hopefully after he graduates he can get a better full-time job than working at a gas station, but it'll be lonely when they're gone. What is he going to do on the weekend when Chantille and Latisha are both hanging out with their friends?

He tries not to let on that he's bitter about it, because that's not fair either. Scott and Allison deserve the chance to get out of Beacon Hills and have normal lives for a change. They don't need him raining on their parade.

"We'll have to stay on campus freshman year, but after that we can get our own apartment," Allison says happily as she sits at Scott's desk chair and tries to find a movie for them to watch on her laptop. They're hanging out in Scott's room for a couple hours before Isaac has to go to work, and Isaac tries not to get pissed off as the conversation yet again turns towards Allison and Scott's plans for next year. "I know rent is outrageous in San Francisco, but I'm pretty sure I can get my dad to pay for it if I pretend I'm living there alone."

"Yeah, that's going to end in disaster," Scott says next to Isaac on the bed. Isaac resists the urge to bury his face in his neck and inhale his comforting scent, while he still can. "That reminds me, Isaac, we need to get a move on getting your house ready."

"What?" Isaac says, frowning at him. "For what?"

"Chantille said you were planning to fix it up before you put it on the market," Scott says. "I know it's still ten months away, but believe me, house repairs can take that long."

"I-what?" Isaac says, confused. He had told Chantille that was what he was planning, but that was before he knew she and Latisha were staying with him permanently. "Scott, I can't, I have to stay here."

"What?" both Scott and Allison says, turning to him with wide, surprised eyes.

"You're not coming with us?" Allison asks, looking pale and betrayed.

They hadn't known, Isaac realizes, unsure of how he feels about that. They'd thought he was coming with them this entire time.

"I-I can't," Isaac stammers, ashamed at disappointing them. "I-we don't have any papers for Latisha, we wouldn't be able to get her into school."

"The Sheriff will help us with that," Scott says, looking distressed. "I'm sure he knows people in San Francisco. I can ask my dad if I have to."

Isaac smiles weakly despite himself. As another child of divorce, Lydia has been encouraging Scott to take advantage of his father's contrition and use it to get things he wants. Scott is too moral to try and get money out of his father (which Isaac is pretty sure what Lydia does), but he does use his father's guilt over leaving him to gain more control over their relationship. Isaac doesn't really know what he thinks of this. He doesn't trust Scott's father, and thinks he's a dick of leaving Scott and his mother, but he does actually seem to care about Scott, which is more than Isaac can say about his own father.

"You want to come with us, right?" Allison asks worriedly.

"Of course!" Isaac says quickly, hope beginning to burgeon in his chest. "I just...Chantille really said that?"

"Dude, she's totally under the impression that we're all moving to San Francisco next year," Scott says, looking concerned. He slides closer to Isaac and wraps his arms around his waist. "Hey, we're not leaving you behind, okay?"

"Okay," Isaac whispers, nodding and hiding his face in Scott's neck. He hears Allison crawl into the bed next to them and stroke her hands through Isaac's hair gently.

"We'd never just leave you behind," she says, kissing his temple. "We love you, you know that, right?"

"Yeah," Isaac mutters, feeling stupid all of the sudden. Of course Allison and Scott wouldn't flaunt their college plans in front of him if they thought he wouldn't be able to come with them. Of course they would do whatever it took to make sure they all stayed together.

"Talk to Chantille, okay?" Allison says, kissing his cheek next and Isaac nods, sagging further into them in relief.

"Wait, you thought we were staying here?" Chantille says in surprise when he confronts her about it after work. "You want to stay in this shithole?"

"No, I just thought, with Latisha's school and all..." Isaac says, confused at her response.

"Shit, in a city we can get her in no problem," Chantille says, waving her hand at him dismissively. "You know how many Mexicans went to our schools in LA? You think they all had paperwork?"

Isaac had honestly never thought about it. "Okay," he says slowly, mind racing with possibilities. "Well, Scott said we could ask the Sheriff for help too. Or his dad."

"His dad? What he do?"

"He a fed," Isaac says and then winces when Chantille looks horrified. "He's okay, I guess."

"You got shit taste in friends," Chantille tells him, and then rolls her eyes when he glares at her. "Or fuck buddies, whatever. Well, it could be worse. He could be a narco."

"You okay with leaving?" Isaac asks, leaning back in his seat. He feels a bit guilty dragging her and Latisha with him. "What about your friends?"

"It ain't no thing," Chantille says, shrugging and tucking her hair behind her ears. "I mean, I'll miss 'em, but it's not like we was gonna be lifelong friends anyhow. 'Sides, I miss the city; this town is way too small. And no offense, but Beacon Hills is waaaay too white for this inner city girl."

Isaac snorts a bit at that, remembering how surprised he was when he moved into his grandmother's neighborhood and found that he was in the minority.

"Latisha'll be sad, but she'll get over it," Chantille says with a yawn. "I don't care as long as we don't end up in one of those faggot neighborhoods."

Isaac wrinkles his nose at the thought. "I just figured somewhere near San Francisco State."

"That's cool," Chantille says and then pauses, looking up at him with something like discomfort flashing across her face. "And, it's...it's good we're not staying. I know you...I know you hate this house. It'll be good to go somewhere else, get out of this town."

Isaac's chest suddenly feels tight and he nods silently, eyes fixed to the table.

"And honestly it's worth not having you go all Bella Swan over Allison and Scott once they leave," Chantille continues after a brief silence, with much more confidence.

"Fuck off," Isaac mutters, rolling his eyes. He doesn't know exactly what that means, but he can guess.

"Oh, you would, don't even lie to me, boy," Chantille says with raised eyebrows. "You know, normal people don't hand their balls to the people they have three-ways with."

"I'm not a normal person," Isaac replies, not bothering to argue with her over who exactly is the owner of his balls, because, yeah, it is sort of Scott and Allison. They got his heart too, not that he'd ever admit that to anyone except them.

"No shit," Chantille says giving him a pointed look. "I still can't believe you're a fucking werewolf. How am I living with a werewolf?"

Isaac opens his mouth to say something about how she moved in with him, but then he hears the sound of a familiar car pull into his driveway and he can't hold back his grin.

"That's them," he says, getting up and heading for the front door.

"Ugh, okay, I'm going up to bed," Chantille says, following him to the stairs. "Just don't fuck on the couch, that's all I ask."

Too late for that, Isaac thinks, but doesn't think Chantille would appreciate that, so he just goes outside.

"Hey," Scott says, getting out of the passenger seat of Allison's car. "Everything good?"

"Yup," Isaac says, grinning at both of them brightly. He's so happy he's can barely contain the urge to throw himself at them right here and now. They're not leaving him. He's going to sell the house, move to San Francisco with Chantille and Latisha, and start afresh with Allison and Scott. It's going to be fucking awesome, the future, and all of the sudden Isaac can't wait to graduate high school and get there already.

"I'm glad," Allison says, smiling warmly at him and coming to stand close in front of him, eyes dancing. "You gonna follow us to San Francisco?"

"Yeah," Isaac says wryly, as if he would say anything else, and leans down to kiss her.

Allison makes a pleased sound against his mouth and Scott lets out a joyous laugh, like he wants to cheer, and it's so infectious that there's only one way Isaac's ever going to be able to respond to that.

Isaac throws caution to the wind and kisses Allison deeper, grabbing Scott's hips to pull him closer and kiss him too, because fuck the neighbors, he isn't going to be living here much longer anyway.

~End~

A/N: Oh, my God, it's done! I still cannot believe this ended up being so long! It was only supposed to be a 100k, I swear, but instead it ended up being the longest thing I've ever written!

This story was initially conceived in response to the lack of Scallisaac fic in the Teen Wolf fandom, but when Allison died at the end of 3b and it was announced that Isaac wasn't going to be returning for season four, it quickly became a way for me to express my love for my three favorite characters, who are totally under-appreciated in my opinion. Some of you were sad that Derek wasn't in this fic, and in the first draft he actually was, but then I realized that he really didn't have a role in this story (a problem that I suspect the writers of Teen Wolf have a lot, and thus torture him for lack of anything better to do.) Also, in Derek's overzealous desire to prove himself as the worthy president of the Scott McCall fanclub, I imagine that he'd probably have broken Isaac's arm or something when he first came to town, and that just would not have ended well.

To the people worrying about Isaac's residual internalized homophobia and other problematic views, don't, they'll pass. In about three years he's going to be living in South of Market, wearing leather pants, and probably have, I dunno, a eyebrow piercing or something. Chantille will get her GED and end up working at a bookstore, and Latisha will become a vegan and horrify them both. They'll all move in with Allison and Scott after their freshman year of college and Scott's parents and Chris will despair of their lifestyle choices, but not bother to complain, because, hey, it could be worse.

I want to thank everyone who's made it to the end of this monster, and especially everyone who's reviewed. Your lovely comments really mean a lot to me, especially since I really wasn't expecting much of a response to this fic when I started posting it.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this story! I certainly had a lot of fun writing it, as is probably self-evident for certain chapters. Please review and let me know what you think!