Title: Scars Tell The Story

By: blaineandsamevanderson (SageK on , kaitlia777 on LJ and AO3)

Paring: Danny & Isaac

Rating: PG (so far)

Summary: How about one set right after the episode where the twins make it look like Isaac beat up Ethan where Danny confronts him about it ~ prompted by danny-mahealanis-dimples

Notes: Sorry for any typos. My transcription software doesn't always understand what I say and I don't always catch the mistakes. I have trouble typing things by hand since I suffered an injury last year to my right hand and it seizes up if I try to do too much.

Danny didn't go to the library looking for a confrontation, but when he saw Isaac sitting alone at one of the study tables, head bent over a book, he felt anger bubbling in his stomach. Striding across the room, he slapped a hand down on the table and hissed, "What is wrong with you!?"

Later, when he thought back on the moment, it's not anger that turns his stomach. Isaac flinched back away from him, hunching his shoulders and yanking his own sleeve covered hands protectively to his chest as though he expected Danny to hurt him. In the moment though, Danny didn't think of that and asked, "Hands a little sore from beating Ethan bloody?"

His words caused Isaac to raise his eyes. "I didn't do that."

Dropping into a chair, Danny leaned across the table. "So I suppose he punched himself in the face of bunch of times?"

Isaac pursed his lips and let out a little huff of breath. "No. That was Aiden's doing."

"Why would he hurt his brother and why would they blame it on you?" Danny asked, wondering where Isaac was going with this lie. It was obviously a lie.

"You ever hit anyone, Danny? Like, punched someone hard enough to do real damage?"

He'd never beaten anyone up, but he had been in a few scuffles when he was younger. Jackson intended to piss people off. In recent years, he'd been in one throw down with a couple of homophobic idiots from the local community college and wore that victory as the badge of honor that it was. "Yeah."

With a nod, Isaac stretched out his long arms, tugging his sleeves up his forearms and placing his palms flat on the table in front of Danny. "Do you really think that I've beaten anyone up lately?"

Isaac had big hands, broad palms and long, slender fingers. They were pale and perfectly imperfect, knuckles covered in odd scars, but no signs of recent misuse. No bruises, no scrapes, no swelling or split knuckles….

There was no way he had punched anyone recently.

"How… Why would…," Danny uncharacteristically stumbled over his words, picking up one of Isaac's hands and turning it over, though he knew Ethan's injuries could not have been caused by a slap. Again he saw more odd scarring and a lot of calluses, but no fresh injuries. "You didn't hit him."

"No," Isaac agreed, withdrawing his hand and gathering his things as though preparing to leave. He paused though, meeting Danny's eyes with a strangely intense look, and said, "Just be careful around the twins, Danny. Please... And don't ask Ethan why he doesn't have any bruises."

That didn't make any sense. "Isaac, he'll be a mess for weeks, no matter who…."

"Just don't confront him about it," Isaac advised, rising. "Be safe."

Then, before Danny could rally with more questions, Isaac set off, weaving through the other students, ignoring the lingering gazes that followed him.

A few minutes later, Ethan slid into his abandoned seat and smiled. "Hey, I've been looking for you!"

His face was completely unmarked, as Isaac had implied it would be. "Hey," Danny replied weakly, wanting to ask how it was possible, but deciding to take Isaac's warning to heart.

For the rest of the day, Danny was on edge, hoping to pin Isaac down and asked what was going on, but for such a tall guy, Isaac was incredibly good at disappearing into the crowd.

Stiles however was as stealthy as a Great Dane on roller skates. He was standing by Scott's locker, talking to Scott and Allison, again worked up about his virginity.

"Hey," Danny interrupted, nodding to them as Allison threw him a relieved glance, probably not all that interested in what Stiles have been saying. "Have any of you seen Isaac? Or know where he is?"

They exchanged glances and it was Scott who told him, "I think he had to work this afternoon."

"World's worst afterschool job," Stiles muttered and, at Danny's look, he elaborated, "Isaac is a gravedigger at the cemetery."

Scott rolled his eyes. "He also does the groundskeeping."

"Yeah, I don't think they like to dig the graves during daylight hours," Allison added an Stiles shook his head.

"Oh yes, because digging graves in the moonlight is so much more pleasant."

"Thanks," Danny told them, turning and heading toward the door. Looks like he was going to be hanging around the cemetery this afternoon.

TBC….