Fanbabble first: OMG, my feels after this episode AND the scene between Isaac and Scott. My first Teen Wolf fanfic and my mind boggles that it isn't a Derek/Stiles fic because Sterek is what got me into this fandom and watching the show, but WHOA Isaac's expression when Scott said he didn't want him to get hurt? I think one of my muses spontaneously combusted.

Now the DISCLAIMER: The usual warnings, I claim no ownership of these characters, they are simply borrowed with love and adoration from the original creators to have their stories embellished on a little more than the show may do. Not for any profit.

Entrusted, by MissMishka

"You've got to do it intravenously, which means in the vein," Scott explains the plan like Isaac's too simple to understand the instructions.

Derek had warned them all to play nice until they'd eliminated Jackson and the Kanima as a threat, so Isaac stifles the urge to slash McCall's throat to demonstrate that he understood big words; words like exsanguinate as he watched Scott choke and suffocate on his own blood as it bled out.

The sudden brush of fingers against his own draws Isaac from that fun little fantasy and he realizes Scott is talking.

Still.

What was it with this one and Stilinski and the talking? Men did not talk so much. Ever. About anything.

He startles back to paying attention when Scott's fingers breach the personal space bubble near Isaac's throat. Their whole posture, huddling together like this is intimate, but that gesture; those fingertips stirring the air at the nape of his neck… it was unsettling.

He nods his understanding of the instructions, takes the syringe and straightens away from those fingers.

All the kid had had to say was "Take this, jab Jackson in the neck and push down the plunger until the vial is emptied into his veins." Boom. Simple, easy to follow and requiring no almost touching between them.

"Be careful," Scott adds.

Isaac chuckles at that, resisting the urge to roll his eyes as well.

"Doubt I'll even slightly hurt him," he looks at the needle in his hands and remembers his encounters with both Jackson as Jackson and Jackson as the Kanima and he thinks a grenade launcher would have a slightly better chance at working.

"No, I mean you," Scott's tone is intent and serious, drawing Isaac's full attention.

Their eyes lock and Isaac waits for the punch line; or, in keeping with the pattern of his life, he waits for the punch.

The blow comes completely out of nowhere, lands solidly in Isaac's gut and leaves him feeling pole axed; all without any physical contact on Scott's part.

"I don't want you to get hurt."

Scott means it.

His voice; his eyes; the set of his facial features declare that he is concerned for Isaac's welfare in carrying out the assignment he has given.

His dad, Derek, teachers, coaches and every other authority figure in Isaac's life have always just told him to do something and expected him to get it done, any damage to the boy be damned, but Scott didn't want him to get hurt.

Their gazes stay locked for another moment while Isaac absorbs the knowledge that someone is actually seeing him; realizing that werewolf or not he can be hurt and killed and someone actually cares enough to not want either of those things to happen. Sure, that someone is Scott McCall, biggest bleeding-heart in all of Beacon Hills, but the moment feels…nice.

Then another moment passes and they're still looking at one another and the intensity of Scott's dark, soulful eyes seem to convey more than a friendly concern; or maybe Isaac's being an idiot and just imagining more. He suddenly wants more and his head drifts ever so slightly forward to dip his toe in the waters because if this were some cheesy sitcom or silly comic there'd be ridiculous signs and cheers right now for him to "kiss him" and damned if he isn't tempted to do it.

He doesn't seriously think for a moment that Scott's coming on to him; the guy has Allison Argent to make out with on a regular basis, why would he want anything to do with a lanky loser like Isaac? But still, the pheromones flooding the warehouse are overwhelming his senses and he'd swear he can detect Scott's arousal in the mix.

He leans further and Scott pulls back; but it isn't revulsion or flat out rejection in his expression. He almost seems to be snapping himself out of the spell they'd been falling into to get his mind back on task; but his eyes said the spell had not been fully broken. Scott doesn't say anything else as he draws away; nothing more spills from his lips, but his chin gives this subtle jerk that seems to say "later" and his eyes are making promises for that later.

Isaac finds himself leaning back against the pillar; standing only thanks to it propping him up. He's knees feel liquid and his feet unsteady; like some damned fangirl who's just gotten a kiss on the cheek from fucking Bieber or something.

Seriously, what the hell was that?

He doesn't know; doesn't know if he wants to know.

What he does know is that he has an assignment to carry out and his gut churns with the want and resolution to not fail.

Not because Derek will bust his balls forever if the plan fails in any way that can be traced back to Isaac.

Not because he gives a damn about keeping the Argent's from capturing Jackson and doing God knows what to the arrogant prick.

He cannot fail because Scott asked him to do this.

Scott needed him to do this.

And if Isaac gets a bruise or scratch in carrying out this mission maybe McCall will kiss it better seeing as how Scott doesn't want Isaac to get hurt.