A/N: the start of a short mini series of one shots revolving around Erica and Isaac. Which frankly I'm going to post even if no one loves me because really there is like none of and non Sterek out there. I just love how broken these two are. Inspired by a wolfkink prompt I saw a while back. Does Derek just hand out a leather jacket with the bite?

Black is the new Black:

Derek's car is obviously not meant to carry more than two people but he's stuck in the almost nonexistent back seat anyway. Its worse than it should be because he won shotgun but was pushed into the back anyway.

'Your a fugitive.'

Fugitive sumugitive.

It's because Erica's hot now. Not that he had minded her so much before the whole werewolf thing. Derek no doubt thinks she'd look better next to him than he would.

Well that's bunk.

He has eyes, he can clearly see that he is not exactly unattractive, and he's seen Erica's eyes linger on him longer than needed.

And yet here he is, a shiny new werewolf, attractive, confident, powerful...stuck in the stupid plastic fold down seat that came out of the car wall behind Erica's seat.

Humiliation thy name is Isaac.

"Gum?" Erica asks her arm appearing with a pack of juicy fruit.

"Thanks." He grumbles and takes a piece. Settling into the too hot back seat, the breeze from the passenger window doing nothing to cool him, focusing on the strong smell the gum released with each bite he takes.

They drive passed the city lines, and into the next county where Isaac will be just some teenager and not a wanted man.

Erica keeps looking at the wallet in her hands. Her mother had given her free reign of the credit card for this little shopping trip. Pleased as punch that she was going out shopping with friends rather than working on yet another extra credit assignment. She feels a little bad that Isaac is stuffed into the back but the breeze and the smell of the forest they are riding through take most of that away.

She tries to change the radio stations but Derek smacks her hand away

"When you are the Alpha you get to pick the station." He tells her but it sounds more like never touch the radio again and despite the new bravado and power she's gained Derek still makes her feel weak. She doesn't like it, so she pushes herself against the car door and focuses on all the smells she can pick up from the woods.

"Are there bears in these woods?" She asks after a strong scent she has no idea why she recognizes hits her.

Derek slows the car down and rolls his window down all the way.

"Good job Erica, smells like a family...up wind...very good." He reaches over and pats her on the head.

He hates it but he flinched. He knew he flinched when Derek moved to pat her on the head, he just prays they didn't notice. Because he's stronger then that now, he's risking death at the hands of monsters and maniac hunters with arrows and knowledge not because he looks badass, but for the power it will give him so that he will never again be in that position again, okay looking badass certainly doesn't hurt.

What he can't help it, he's a teenager.

He smiles a little at the fact that Erica doesn't immediately push into Derek's touch that her grip on the door handle tightens briefly, because it means that she isn't exactly sure what Derek is capable of or which mood he'll switch too next either.

At least he isn't alone with him now.

He crunches down into the frail plastic chair, and stretched out his long legs across the car. There is plenty of leg room back here at least, and the smell of the woods drifting into the car on the wind is calming and the smell of Derek and Erica warms something in him.

They smell so different and somehow the same, like Pack.

He's been smelling nothing but Derek recently, he smells of blood and earth and an aftershave he hasn't been able to locate in the 'den'. Erica is a welcome change, she too smells of earth but wet earth and delicate white flowers and honey and christ he is sure she shouldn't smell as good as she does.

He wonders briefly if all girls smell this good and she's just the first one he's been close to since his change.

Derek has never been an Alpha before, obviously, but he hasn't been around one in years either so frankly he has pretty much no idea what to do. To make matters worse as a born wolf at least half the things he knows they are struggling with have never been strange to him. He can teach them to fight, he knows how to do that, and he thinks he can help them get a handle on some of the new stronger senses but he has no idea how to make them feel like PACK. To feel that warmth and calm of being in a pack, being stronger together they understand but they are family now and he wants them to feel welcome and he has no idea what to do.

So he's taking them shopping. Something he remembers doing with his Pack, with his family. And frankly if they are going to be riding with him they have got to step up there game, because what they have worn today is just not going to fly.

He glances in the rear view and sees that Isaac has finally relaxed, his hair is fluffy and his skin is clear and bright and the jeans are fine, dark and fitting but he is wearing a t-shirt with the teenage mutant ninja turtles on it and a baggy zip up and he reminds him far to much of Stiles.

Erica is no better, her jeans are too loose and cuffed and she's wearing worn out high tops that he thinks at one point had been red like its 1954 or something. She's wearing a plaid button up over a black tank top, the loose plaid hiding most of her body. Her skin is bright and her hair is a fluffy wavy wild mess that he enjoys but her body is great, has most likely always been great and he refuses to have her hide it, when its obvious to everyone in the car but Erica that there is nothing to be worried about.

She's only ever been to the mall with her father before and once with her mother when she had to buy a training bra.

They would always start at the food court, get a snack, maybe a milkshake, grab what was on the shopping list and then see a movie. She wondered how different it would be going with 'friends'.

"I'm hungry." Derek told them and started off towards the food court.

Not very different at all apparently.

Girls were looking at them, well they were looking at Derek. And she could hear way too much of there quiet conversations with one another.

She was sure she was starting to blush because fuck these girls were saying dirty things.

"What's the matter?" Isaac asked quietly, his hand hovering at the small of her back as they weaved through a particularly busy section of the mall towards the food court.

"The girls,"she whispered, "can't you hear them...it's vulgar."

Isaac couldn't help but laugh softly, because honestly he hadn't heard all the girls fawn and apparently lust after Derek, because he had been too busy glaring holes through the boys that were making the sex smell towards Erica.

How could she not notice it?

This was going to be awful.

"Thai?" Derek suggested, lining up for the thai place anyway.

He sighed, all they ever had was Thai, what was Derek's thing with thai, he would have half a jungle prince curry, sigh and mention new york's food and then finish the curry looking put upon. Yet every other night he came back to the 'den' with General Thao.

"I kinda want some fries and a milkshake." He told Derek thoroughly expecting nothing to come of it, after all he had no money, Derek was the only reason he hadn't died of exposure so far.

"Oooo yeah!" Erica's hair bounced in front of his face and he had to bite his lip to keep from taking a deep stalkery breath.
She turned around and placed a hand on his chest, a smile on her face that was soft and not at all the all teeth wolfy grin she had been sporting as of late.

He liked it.

"My treat." She declared and grabbing hold of his hand started off towards the appropriate stall.

Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god

She chanced a look back just to make sure.

Yep.

Oh my god!

She was holding a boys hand.

She hadn't thought that much about it when she had grabbed a hold of him but holy crap he was holding her hand back.

There was mutual hand holding happening here.

She blamed his smell.

He smelt spectacular.

Like mud and freshly cut grass and humid summer evenings. She could smell graves and machine grease on him faintly but the heavy scents of his imprisonment with his father were slowly fading. He smelt of mud and grass and death and she knew that was what he smelt of but honestly she could have stood next to him forever breathing that in.

His fingers tightened on her and she wondered if he could hear her heart thump wildly.

"One large curly fry and a... medium chocolate shake, and..." She turned to him and found he was incredibly close to her. Clearing her throat she continued, doing her best not to back away like she was scared, like his closeness wasn't doing anything to her, "what do you want."

"Did you want to share the fries?" He asked not taking his eyes off the menu, scanning the milkshake choices.

"Yeah that's what I always did with my..dad." She finished and looks away from him finding the zipper of her wallet suddenly very interesting.

"I'll have a medium caramel shake. Thanks." He adds and squeezes her hand before letting it go.

They are ridiculous.

Derek can hear there rapid heartbeats from his seat across the food court, can hear every word said and smell them.

They are ridiculous and nervous but they're his.

They belong to him, and he will take care of them, even if it means watching them flounder around trying not to like each other, even if it means feeding them and letting them hide behind him.

Because he may make them stronger but they make him whole.

There's a warmth in his gut as he watched Isaac take the tray and mumble thank you's and complain about only ever eating thai food. A warmth he's sure is PACK and Family and he smiles as Erica trips a little because she's focusing so hard on not looking at Isaac.

They are adorable.

They are pack.

They are his.

And they are horribly dressed.

Which will end as soon as he's had his fill of thai curry.

"No"

"No?"

"I think it looks great."

"No."

She sighed heavily and went back into the changing room.

She looked at herself in the mirror, she had never had the guts to wear a sun dress before. It was a light blue and had a black ribbon around the waist and she loved it. She looked good, her boobs for once seemed to know what they were supposed to be doing and her legs went on forever.

Putting a hand on the mirror she sighed again and began to take off the dress.

'Why can't she get that one? She looks great.'

Her ears pricked, it was Isaac.

'She needs to look powerful not cute.'

Derek's voice twisted on cute.

'She is powerful, it has nothing to do with what she looks like.'

There was silence for a moment and she could smell fear and knew Derek had brought out his red eyed Alpha dominance.

She pulled on the next outfit, one Derek had picked and she had to admit, there was definitely a different feeling to the animal print and leather.

She opened the door and sauntered out.

Okay maybe Derek was right, because not only did Erica look great she looked like if you denied her what she asked she would rip out your oesophagus and wear it as a belt.

"That I'll buy you." Derek told her a smirk gracing his features.

A smirk.

That was about as close to a smile he expected Derek ever got.

"Now go pick out some jeans that'll fit you like you don't know who The Big Bopper is." Derek shooed her away.

'Whose The big bopper?'

They heard her whisper to herself and Derek actually laughed.

It was small and mostly just throat noise but it was definitely a laugh.

He felt like he should alert the media.

Beep beep beep beep beep

Newsflash!

Derek Hale's heart grows three sizes! Now capable of laughter!

Beep beep beep beep beep

"What are you smiling about? It's your turn."

And like that the newsbulletin music is replaced with a death march.

Who the hell is the Big Bopper and what does he have to do with pants?

She's freaking out more than a little because this is the first thing the Alpha has asked of her and she has no idea what to do.

She looks around.

No ones around.

She listens really hard and can hear Derek and Isaac discussing leather.

She's in the clear.

She takes her phone out.

Ring

Ring

"Is everything okay? Do you need me to pick you up? What happened?" Her father rambles off nervously.

"No dad, everything's fine...it's just..."

"What is it pumpkin?"

A warmth spreads in her, and its the same warmth that coats her insides when Derek is around. Somewhere in the back of her mind she realizes that that feeling must be family.

She sighs, "Whose the big bopper?"

There's laughter on the other end and it takes a moment for her father to school his laughter enough to answer her.

As her dad talks about the 1950's musician she looks over to her cuffed straight legged jeans and understands.

"I have some of his music at home, you can hear him when you get home okay?"

"Okay dad thanks."

It's cute that she calls her father for answers. She understands the importance of family and goes to them when in trouble.

Derek just wonders how long it will take for those feelings of family to encompass Isaac and himself as well. With the hunters having declared war, he hopes its soon because he's going to need all the help he can get to survive this, and he knows Scott will be no help. No willing help anyway.

Perhaps it would have been different is Scott craved any sort of power, if he felt the hollow of being alone in the world.

Needed the power like he knew Isaac did, felt that hollow like Erica.

Isaac flinched again. Someone had made a sudden movement too close to him.

It pulled something tight in his chest every time he noticed.

and he noticed every time.

He watched Isaac out of the corner of his eye, watched as he browsed the shirts, all solid darker colors as he had been told, like a good Beta. He prefers to watch Isaac out of the corner of his eyes, because Isaac seems to somehow get smaller when Derek looks directly at him. Seems to get paper thin and ghostly. Like he's trying with every fibre of his being to just disappear.

Its getting better thou, slowly but definitely better, he's noticed less flinching the more he trains.

The more powerful he feels.

and the more Erica's around.

Isaac visibly straightens, coming to his full height, and he seems somehow more solid.
and then he smells it.

Crayons and spruce and he's reminded of colouring books and candy apples, of family.

It's Erica.

He knows without looking because she smells like a little sister. Sometimes when he smells her first before seeing her like when she's coming around a corner he's almost surprised that Laura doesn't come flouncing around the corner. Sometimes it hurts and seems to ring something in the hollow of him, but sometimes just the smell of her, the smell of sister fills just a little part of the hollow.

He can tell by just how solid Isaac seems to become that she must not smell like sister to him.

Isaac runs a hand through his thick hair and Derek can hear some girls giggling and talking about him from the other side of the store.

Isaac has already changed when he smells her again, he's wearing a Derek approved dark blue shirt and black leather jacket all of which seem to fit in such a way that he looks brooding and fit and powerful.

Dark and dangerous and he likes it.

He feels like James bond, he feels dangerous and powerful and he's sure no one would mess with him now.

"That's so much better." Derek concedes his features light possibly even happy, "no more looking like a sidekick for you."

Something blooms inside Isaac that confuses him at first, his chest feels full, and his heart and breathing are calm. The smell of new leather and Derek and little white flowers in his nose.

Good god, it's happiness, real honest to god happiness, not a temporary lull of safety and calm that used to come when his father was gone but something all encompassing and it feels fucking amazing.

Isaac actually smiles.

Erica comes round the corner and is amazed. Isaac is smiling and holy crap it's spectacular. In fact she can hear her heart pick up and she's sure that they can hear it because they look directly at her and then Isaac looks around as if he's looking for the cause. Derek however just looks between then and the ghost of a smile flits across his face because he knows exactly whats going on here.

Isaac is hot.

She had always thought he might have been if somethings had been different, and she's right, because things are different and he's setting parts of her skin on fire just by looking.

She knows she's been looking at him in silence too long when a blush starts to rise in his checks.

Too quickly she turns her head away a flip of thick wavy blond hiding her face from him. Her face is red, she just knows it and the smell of him is doing things to her far from the calm of PACK that Derek's always on about.

When Scott is back in PACK, when he's a Beta again and no longer an Omega, he will "give" Erica to Isaac.

She makes him stronger, more solid, maybe even gives him that warmth of belonging that he wants them so desperately to understand.
He somehow makes her softer. The hard jagged edges of her smooth out and smudge. Stronger and more at home in her skin.

They would serve each other so much good that thoughts of abandoning his plan have crossed his mind a couple times.

But then he remembers what Allison is, who she is, he remembers Kate and the fire and is determined to keep Scott from that fate.

There's bright red in Erica's arms and it's painful to his eyes.

he doesn't like it whatever it is.

He picks a piece of it up and discovers the feel of leather under his grip.

"What is this." his voice comes out low and rumbling and he can see it rip through her body and in the corner of his eye he can see Isaac shrink.

He had to calm down, had to relax, but something about the red was bleeding into his vision.

"the sales lady said red was the new black." Erica whispered, her shoulders hunched and her eyes down cast.

"Black is the new Black." he told her. He meant for it to be firm but it came out as a growl, deep and rumbling and violent.

All he saw was red.

When his vision cleared, he had the red jacket in his hands, rips in the material were his fingers were. And Erica and Isaac were on the floor.

"shit."

He bought them ice cream. She knew he was apologizing for his little Alpha freak out, but she still felt ice cold. She and Isaac sat on one side of the table from Derek, like scolded kids. Derek's mouth opened several times but nothing came out, the regret is radiating from him, she knows he is sorry but she can't quite look at him.

Her eyes are glued to the bag beside Derek. It has her clothes in it and she can see the blue and black of the sun dress.

Something moves under the table, she can sense its movement.

It's Isaac.

His hand grabs hers, he wriggles his fingers in between hers and she can hear his heart slow down, feel him settle.

Her hand is warm and a little clammy but having it wrapped in his does something to his body, calms it.

He understands Derek's obsession with PACK a little more because a warmth has settled over him, like a blanket, the same warmth and safety he used to feel with his brother, that he used to feel before his mothers death, this has to be the family that Derek has been trying to show him.

She tightens her grip on him and it pulls a smile from his mouth.

Derek lets out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. Isaac is smiling and Erica finally looks him in the eye again. Temporarily they are PACK, they are family, but the link is still weak, they need one more.

"There needs to be three." he tells them, hoping that they'll understand.

"What about Scott?" Erica asks and Isaac's smile falls.

"He's an Omega now," he sweeps the idea away. He knows that Scott won't rejoin PACK until it serves him.

A smile pushes back into Isaac's face, meaner than before, somehow more violent, "I know someone."