A/N: Hey my loves... *hides behind an empty bag of hot Cheetos as you all wave pitchforks at me* I'm so sorry that I took so long to write this, but I had a lot of crap going on, like personal problems, my birthday and projectile vomiting. Too much info? But hey on the bright side I finally got this done. Hope you all had a good spring break!
DEREK
The apprehension was heavy in the air as the four wolves stood on the Winchester doorstep. They had all finalised the fine details of the plan and decided it was time to involve Stiles' parents. Derek realised he was holding his breath in anticipation and exhaled as quietly as possible. Scott shot him a 'you ok?' look, to which Derek responded with a nod.
When Derek heard footsteps thudding down the stairs, he straightened up. The door opened a little and Dean peeked through, squinting at the ensemble at his door. His eyes were suspicious as they took in the four but nevertheless, he swung the door open fully.
"Evening boys. Who are these guys?" He directed the question at the Hale brothers.
"This is Jackson and Isaac, they're the other two members of our pack." Scott piped up, smiling nervously at Dean. His posture stiffened at the realisation he was in the presence of four werewolves unarmed.
"What are you guys doing here?" He asked, his tone guarded.
"We have a plan to get Stiles back." Derek answered, enjoying the way hope lit up Dean's expression. He waved the four through the doorway without further questioning. They traipsed into the living room and sat down on the couch while Dean called Cas to join them.
Derek was a little shocked at the state of the angel, his skin was pale and littered with stubble, his eyes dark and underlined by bags of exhaustion. Of course it was understandable, he'd lost his only son.
"Good evening Derek, Scott." He smiled weakly, standing next to his husband. Derek and Scott nodded in his direction, unsure of what to say.
"I won't waste any time, we have a plan that involves the pack but we thought you'd want to help in any way possible." Derek began, then explained the plan they'd formulated the day before. The entire time, Dean and Cas were silent, only nodding in understanding, their expressions grim. Once Derek had finished, they were still for a few moments, thinking over the proposal.
"That doesn't sound half bad boys." Dean finally said. Derek felt a strange sensation of pride fill his chest, he hadn't realised he'd wanted Dean's approval so badly until then.
"I'm sure we could be of use, we have specific weaponry for werewolves that could be helpful in attacking your uncle if need be." Cas added, his eyes alight with excitement.
"That's what we were hoping for, there's only so much damage werewolves of the same strength can inflict on each other." Derek elaborated, and Scott nodded excitedly. Dean clapped his hands together in satisfaction.
"Well it looks like we've reached an agreement." He announced, the strength and determination in his voice was infectious, and Derek could feel the whole pack affected.
"We all just want Stiles back." Derek added, his voice low with shyness. The others nodded solemnly, then Castiel lightened the mood by offering everyone hot chocolate.
SCOTT
The ground crunched softly as two pairs of shoes strolled leisurely across it. A half moon hung in the sky, watching as Scott and Isaac walked in silence.
"So tonight was pretty successful, right?" Scott piped up, a little uncomfortable with the quiet. He watched Isaac, who's eyebrows simply rose, as if he couldn't believe this was the line of conversation Scott was choosing.
"I think it was quite obviously successful Scott. Just say what's on your damn mind." He sighed, his tone bored. "Have you ditched Allison yet?" Scott froze at the question, stopping in his tracks. Isaac stopped and turned to face him.
"No." Scott mumbled, staring at the ground.
"Well you might want to, because your thing for me is beginning to reek."
Scott knew Isaac could see the embarrassing blush on his cheeks, even in the near pitch black.
"That's exactly what I'm talking about." Isaac said boredly. Scott felt humiliated and he didn't like it one bit, he'd been agonising over their second kiss all while being worried sick about his best friend and it was more than he could handle at one time.
"You know what, Isaac? Yes, yes I do freaking like you, but the problem is I have a girlfriend that I still care a lot about and she cares a lot about me. Am I supposed to just drop her because I have a crush on you?"
"That is the respectable thing to do when you no longer have feelings for the person you're with." Isaac replied snarkily.
"It's easy to say that when you're not in my position." Scott fought back, anger stirring in his chest.
Isaac's fists clenched and he took a threatening step towards Scott.
"I think you need to grow the hell up Scott Hale. You want me and I know you do because I smell it every time I'm near you, I see it in those stupid brown eyes of yours. You couldn't resist when I kissed you back at the house both times. I bet I could have you right here right now. You're weak. You're too scared to let Allison go because when you do that, you don't have an excuse for not being with me and that means you get your ass handed to you by Derek."
Scott fumed silently as the truth was hammered into him by Isaac's harsh words. He knew everything he'd said was true and this only angered him all the more. He'd had enough of simply mulling his issues over in his mind and not doing anything about them. He grabbed Isaac by the shirt with both hands, gripping tightly. He looked him deep in the eyes, searching them for the attraction he too had fallen victim to.
"Fuck you, Isaac."
"You wish."
"Damn right I do. And I'm not going to deny it anymore. Because you know what? I'm not emotionally constipated like my brother, I know exactly what I want and I'm not going to push it away anymore." He pulled Isaac flush against him, kissed him hard and passionately, then let him go.
"I'll be seeing you." He growled, then turned to storm off, leaving Isaac breathless and speechless in the woods.
ALLISON
The sound of Allison's window sliding open scared her out of her studies, she jumped out of her seat and raised her fists, only to see it was Scott. He had a serious expression on his face, and his hands clenched and unclenched repeatedly.
"Scott? What's wrong?" She asked, making her way over to him in three short steps.
"Sit down, I need to talk to you."
A sick feeling settled in the pit of her stomach, she knew exactly what was about to come. She'd been anticipating it for weeks now. She sat in the edge of the bed as Scott paced back and forth in front of her, wringing his hands.
"I know you're not stupid Al, so you must have noticed that things haven't been.... Great between us." He started, staring at the floor.
"Yeah, I-I guess you're right." Allison stammered, a little in shock that it was really happening. Scott halted suddenly, and faced her.
"I'm really sorry Allison, but I can't do this anymore." He admitted finally, and Allison felt her heart crack. She stalled the lump rising in her throat.
Allison sucked in a breath, preparing herself mentally and physically to respond.
"Is there someone else?" She whispered, hardly able to even look at Scott. In the corner of her eye she saw him nod. "Who is she?" She continued, unsure why she was inflicting more hurt on herself than necessary. Knowing who it was would only make it harder.
Scott had begun pacing again, a hand on the back of his head as he chewed his bottom lip.
"That's the thing, it's not a- it's not a she." He murmured and for a second, Allison wondered whether her mind was playing tricks on her. Had Scott really just told her that he was leaving her for a guy? Of course that wasn't the part that bothered her, but it had certainly taken her by surprise.
"Oh..." She replied, unsure what else to say. Scott stopped once again then looked directly at her.
"Don't ever think I didn't love you, because I did. But I guess things just, died away? Hell, I don't know. All I know is that I'm really sorry Allison." And with that, he wrapped her in an unexpected hug, then exited swiftly through the window.
Allison was unable to continue studying after that, and decided there was nothing that would make her feel better. Her phone buzzed suddenly, and when she saw who it was her mood lifted, her body relaxed and she felt able to breathe comfortably again. Was this the answer? Was this who could make her feel better? She opened Lydia's text and chuckled.
'Just saw Scott leaving urs, what's going on?! I'm coming in now honey' The insistent banging on the front door confirmed her arrival and Allison was frozen by a thought. Why had Lydia's message made her feel miles better in seconds? If Scott could like guys, was it possible she liked Lydia? She shook her head, fixing her hair. What was she thinking? It was just the heartbreak talking she concluded, then went to let her best friend in.