Scott/Isaac

Author's Note: So I've recently discovered Teen Wolf, which is better than I expected it to be, and I decided to write a little something. Nothing romantic just yet, that'll come later. Hope you enjoy.

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

He honestly couldn't remember a time when anyone had said anything like that to him and those words kept repeating themselves over and over. It had been years since his brother had left to join the military, years more when his mother had died, and his father hadn't uttered a single loving word for a long time.

But then Scott just said that like he really cared. Like the two of them hadn't fought before, hell nearly tried to kill each other, and like Isaac hadn't been a suspect in his father's murder. Scott wasn't a member of the pack either, having specifically turned Derek down several times. It had even been said differently than how Derek would've. He knew Derek's interest was more in Isaac as a pack member rather than in Isaac as a person.

After the trouble with the kanima was over for the night and Scott recovered enough from the wolfsbane poisoning to go home, Isaac found himself heading over to Scott's house. He hadn't been hurt, even after the ketamine failed to stop Jackson, so Derek hadn't been too concerned about him sticking around. After making it to Scott's house, he opened the window as quietly as he could and slipped into Scott's room.

But he didn't say anything or do anything to wake the other werewolf. He was curious, but he didn't know what words to use. Didn't know exactly what he wanted to ask or how. So he sat in the open windowsill and stared at Scott. As if just watching him could reveal the answers he wanted.

He didn't know how long he sat there, alternatively looking at Scott and the things in his room, before he decided to head back home. He didn't want Scott to know he'd been there, he would probably think Isaac had been there on Derek's orders. Besides, he hadn't found the answers he was looking for and he was getting tired. So he scratched at the back of his head and left as quietly as he had come.

Scott opened his eyes and sat up as soon as he was sure that Isaac had left. He'd been a little worried at first when he realized Isaac was in his room, but the other werewolf had just … sat there. Like he didn't want to cause any trouble or even let Scott know he was there. So Scott had pretended to be asleep and Isaac hadn't caught on. He wasn't sure, but he had gotten the impression that Isaac was troubled by something. What that was, Scott didn't know but really wished he did and wanted to find out.

Isaac wasn't sure if he was being paranoid, but it felt like Scott was watching him all the next day at school. He didn't think he had done anything that would make Scott suspicious, except for the late night visit but Scott had been asleep. Right? He shook his head at that, knowing it wouldn't help going back and forth in his mind about that. If Scott really wanted to talk to him, he would. Whatever it was about. Scott wasn't the kind of guy to beat around the bush if he thought it was important.

So he wasn't actually all that surprised when Scott caught up to him after school finished and led him off to a deserted corner, Isaac remaining silent so that Scott could lead the conversation. He was admittedly a little nervous because half the time Scott wanted to talk to him there was some sort of crisis going on.

After an awkward moment, Scott finally said, "So, um, did something come up last night? After I got back home?"

Isaac shook his head, "No. Why do you ask?"

That answer didn't seem to satisfy Scott, who opened and closed his mouth several times before finally figuring out what to say, "Well … then, why did you come to my room last night?"

He looked away at that, glad that there was no one else around to overhear their conversation, and scratched at the back of his head sheepishly, knowing that he wouldn't be able to lie his way out of this, "I … was curious about something."

Clearly that wasn't the answer Scott was expecting, not with the confusion on his face, "Uh, okay. Checking up on me for Derek?"

He shook his head again, "No. Derek had nothing to do with that. Its just … I'm not used to anyone worrying about me. Really worrying about me."

Isaac wasn't sure how to feel when the look in Scott's eyes changed from confusion to a mix of understanding, sadness, and pity, "Oh. Well, that's what friends do."

He raised a brow, "We're friends?"

Scott nodded quickly and Isaac was sure they were thinking the same things, reflecting on the times they'd fought, by the look on his face, but Scott seemed oddly determined, "Unless you want us to be enemies. We may not be pack and we may fight sometimes, but I'd still rather have you around than not."

Now Isaac was the one who wasn't sure how to react because no one had really cared before, at least not for a long time, but Scott looked like he was waiting for an answer so Isaac nodded back, "Friends then."

That brought a smile to Scott's lips, but before he could say anything else Stiles was there with his usual mile-a-minute conversation speed when he got excited about something and practically dragged Scott away. But since Scott just went along with it, Isaac felt reasonably sure that some new crisis hadn't erupted. So he headed off, at a slower pace than Scott and Stiles, as he thought about the conversation he'd just had.