work_inprogress | Is it gone, tell me what went wrong / 'Cause baby I'm not that strong

It wasn't that Peter wanted to leave Scott behind, by any means, but he'd rushed back in there and the Alpha twins--who'd flipped sides just like he'd said they would--were right behind them and Cora had already stopped breathing once. So, he snarled at Isaac who could see the twins behind them and knew, if nothing else, he had a duty to his pack--of which Peter and Cora were a major part.

He floored it.

The epinephrine had burned off a little too fast, which had been embarrassing, but the adrenaline was still pumping--possibly the only thing keeping him upright, honestly. That and needing to take care of his pack...Cora hadn't regained consciousness, and he could only hope someone had found Derek.

Isaac didn't know where Scott was, didn't know if he'd gotten out, and he was shaking, but he got them back to the loft safely. Sure, the pack knew where it was, but they knew where all of them lived and where else were they going to go? Better somewhere they could sort of defend. They didn't have Ms. Blake, anyway, so why would they come after them?

When they got to the loft, Peter got Cora out of the car, lifting her with a pained wince, but when Isaac tried to take her, he snarled at the boy until he ran ahead, getting doors instead, letting them all into the loft and skidding to a bit of a halt at finding Lydia and Hayley sitting there.

Peter noticed the girls, but didn't process, moving across to get Cora on the table, somewhere they could work on her more easily than the sofa. After he got her there, he just leaned against it, head hanging down, breathing a little too hard.

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Chris stepped back, as well, letting her go, gaze shifting down to Stiles, neutral and not giving away anything about just how friendly they were. It wasn't actually a question he could answer, anyway.

"Okay," Isaac murmured against his lips, then clung to his fingers as they hurried toward the house, really not wanting to let go of him for a minute, though he knew he'd have to.

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"Riiiiiiight." Stiles drew it out, stepping back as he looked at Chris.

Scott held onto Isaac's hand even as they burst through the door of the house but he let go as he hurried forward. "Mom?" He saw the Sheriff and Stiles but not seeing her right away still gave him a second's pause. He didn't even think about how the Sheriff and Stiles had seen him holding hands with Isaac.

"Scott?" Melissa pulled away from Chris completely then, rushing down the stairs just as Scott appeared at the bottom of them. Throwing her arms around him as he caught her, the two McCalls held on tightly as Scott held back the strange urge to cry though it was out of relief this time.

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Chris just held Stiles's gaze, his casually inquiring as Melissa ran down to her son, though his gaze flicked to Isaac in the background a little....sharply.

He hadn't missed the hand holding.

Isaac let Scott go when he moved forward, hanging back a bit, not wanting to hinder him getting to Melissa. Watching them embrace, though, his smile was bright, even as he got ears in his eyes.

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Scott pulled back, offering an almost watery smile before turning to Stiles. "Man, I'm..."

"Don't even worry about it, okay?" Stiles was just too touched and too relieved to care about being mad that Scott had gone off with Deucalion. He smiled as they hugged then, holding on for a second before moving back.

Then Scott was looking up at the Chris. "Thank you."

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notweakanymore

Isaac smiled to see Scott home where he belonged, feeling a few knots loosening in his shoulders.

Chris came back down the stairs, and nodded his head. "Of course." It was the good part of what he did.

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an_open_wound

Melissa moved towards Isaac, moving to hug him once more as she could see he was affected by it all. Scott moved to the Sheriff then, smiling as he checked on him to make sure he was okay.

"Can I take my Dad home?" Stiles asked, looking at Melissa.

"Uh...I guess but he really should see a doctor and soon."

"I'm fine, Melissa. You did a great job stitching me up." The Sheriff smiled, sitting up.

"Maybe but you still need to get checked out, okay?"

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notweakanymore

Isaac hugged her back, tight, and Chris nodded at the sheriff. "She's right. You don't want to overlook anything, but...tomorrow should be good enough."

He gave her a bit of a smile. "I should probably go, too. Allison said she was swinging by Derek's and heading home. I don't really want her alone in the building tonight." Not with Deucalion above, with having lost Scott.

Isaac stilled a little bit at the mention of Allison, gaze falling.

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an_open_wound

Scott's gaze flicked away at the mention of Allison as well. Melissa just nodded though, offering a small smile. "Sure. I'll give you a call tomorrow?"

Stiles didn't really notice though as he was focused on his Dad again. "Can we get a ride?" He directed the question at Chris.

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notweakanymore

Chris nodded at her. "Get some rest tonight. We'll talk tomorrow." The look slid to Stiles and he nodded at his request. "Of course. Let's get you both home."

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an_open_wound

After a round of goodnights, Melissa locked the door behind the group leaving and then she was looking towards the other two. "Okay, well, I don't know about you two but I need a really hot, long bath and sleep. Maybe one or two glasses of wine somewhere in there."

Scott tried to chuckle but the events of the night had him feeling raw. "Sure." He accepted the kiss on the cheek that she gave him before she moved to press a kiss to Isaac's forehead.

Then she was gone up the stairs, leaving the two boys in the living room.

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notweakanymore

Isaac nodded at her comment, because a shower sounded good, as did curling up in bed with Scott. If Scott wanted him there. He really didn't want to sleep alone, he knew that.

"We should....do something like that. It's kind of been a crazy day..."

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an_open_wound

Really, Scott couldn't imagine Isaac going anywhere else.

"Definitely." Holding out his hand, he waited for the other boy to take it before he started up the stairs to his room.

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notweakanymore

Isaac wound his fingers through Scott's with a smile, following him upstairs and to his room. Part of him kind of just wanted to tumble into bed, but they'd been fighting and running and he kind of didn't want to sully the bed with all of that.

"Shower?" he asked with a crooked smile.

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an_open_wound

Scott nodded as he shut the door, waiting for it to click closed before he was tugging at Isaac with a small smile. "Shower."

Not that he was rushing as he kissed the other boy then, a sort of desperation feeding through as he tried to make Isaac understand just how much he had missed him and how much he wanted to be there. With him.

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notweakanymore

Isaac all but melted into the kiss, his arms sliding around the other boy to hold him close. He kissed him back with just as much desperation. He'd been so scared of losing Scott, that Deucalion would do something to him to keep him away.

"I didn't know if I'd see you again."

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an_open_wound

"I would have come back." He murmured against his lips before kissing him lightly again. "I would have."

Then he was tugging at Isaac's shirt, peeling it off over his head even as he started to move backwards towards the bathroom. It was the act of removing clothes then, touching and searching, reaffirming they were still together after everything. Once he was naked, he pressed Isaac back against the wall beside the bathroom door, groaning as he kissed him with more hunger.

Pulling away once they were breathless, he turned to turn on the water.

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notweakanymore

Isaac was a little dazed at the kisses, the touches, the brilliant loss of his clothes and Scott's. He could have stayed against that door, pressed there as hunger flared. His fingers dug into Scott's skin, and he actually whimpered when he pulled away.

But water was good, very good, and so was the steam rising from it. He slipped in to the shower, pulling Scott in after him and pressing back against him, close.

"Good...because I don't know what I'd do if we--I--lost you..."

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an_open_wound

"You didn't." Scott murmured over the rushing water, his hands sliding to Isaac's hips and then around to pull him closer as well, his cock brushing lightly over Isaac's as he offered a small smile that bordered on tender.

"I'm right here and we're safe right now." He leaned up, plucking at his bottom lip. "We're together tonight."

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notweakanymore

Isaac shivered as their bodies made contact, wet and warm from the water, and let his eyes fall closed as he nipped back at Scott's lower lip.

He wanted to ask about Allison, if Scott was okay, bt he also didn't want to bring a shadow in here tonight. It had been too hard of a day.

"Here and safe is the best thing I've heard in a long time..."

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an_open_wound

The topic of Allison was a discussion they would have to address later but not tonight. Tonight he only wanted Isaac and whatever was building between them.

He smiled, kissing him again as he pressed him back against the wet tiled wall of his shoulder. Then, shifting over just a bit, he slid a hand down his body to curl his fingers around Isaac's cock, wanting to wash away the worries and doubt to replace them with something ten times better.

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notweakanymore

Isaac was good with it just being them tonight. Melissa was safe and he just wanted to know Scott was, too. He kissed him back hungrily, but had to bite back a moan when Scott's fingers curled around him. He arched sharply into the other boy's hand, then let his hand slide over Scott's hip and inward to return the favor.

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an_open_wound

A shuddering moan escaped Scott when Isaac's fingers curled around him, making his hips surge forward ever so slightly as he craved more of his boyfriend's touch. Pressing soft nips and kisses over his shoulder, he continued to stroke him, sliding his thumb along the underside and over the tip as he found a rhythm he knew Isaac liked.

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notweakanymore

Isaac whimpered at the rhythm, his hand firming around Scott's cock and stroking it in an echoing rhythm. He kissed him harder, tongue tangling with his, thrusting and teasing as he rocked slowly against him, into his hand.

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an_open_wound

It was getting difficult to focus as Isaac continued to touch him as well, making him shudder again as he continued to rock his hips, wanting and needing more. And soon it wasn't enough.

"I need you." He gasped.