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[ when the familiar face appears on camera, it's clear scott's trying to stay serious, but he can't reign in the genuine smile at seeing another... well, friend's not quite the right word, but someone else from home who he's pretty sure he can trust.

what he really wants to do is ask isaac about a million questions about his arrival and what's going on back home, but now isn't really time. maybe in like, two seconds, after he answers a few of isaac's questions. ]

Well, so far it's pretty boring... actually, really boring compared to home.

[And Isaac actually- kind of maybe smiles at Scott in return because hey, they sort of became friends over the last few days in their world. At the very least, he's a little more comfortable with him here.]

Good to know.

[Rolling his shoulder, trying to consider if that was a good or bad thing. Most likely good (comparatively anyway), he was getting tired of people repeatedly trying to kill him, but he had to admit that he wanted some action.]

Didn't expect to see you here.

[ scott, meanwhile, is perfectly happy to not have danger lurking around every corner. his biggest issue with this place is that he's here, and the other people he cares about aren't - and he has no idea if they're in trouble back home. logic would say yes. ]

Neither did I. [ he pauses a second, either because something occurred to him or he's considering whether to share - probably both. ] Stiles is here, too. Otherwise it's just us.

Also, I should maybe take back that 'boring'. There is some seriously weird shit going on here. [ like elves and zombies and mages, sometimes all in one. his expression turns serious, and he leans a bit closer to the screen (as if that'll make any difference if these calls are monitored). ] ... and I think there might be hunters.

[Isaac stares at him for a moment, before rolling his eyes and leaning back. Way to be completely inconspicuous, Scott, nobody will ever think that there's anything strange going on with them at all ever.

Wellp.]

Let's meet.

[Less chance to be on surveillance, right? There's a lot of things that Isaac thinks they need to talk about and a public form... thing definitely wasn't the place for it.]

Where are you?

Edited 2012-08-22 19:32 (UTC)

[ scott gets the point of the eyeroll, and he's almost offended, but... well, he's got better things to do. needless to say, he doesn't make a fuss when isaac suggests they meet up in person instead. ]

Room three-ten. Where are you? It's probably... okay [ pause emphasizing the okay, not great ] to meet here. My roommates keep to themselves. [ understatement. and he's fairly certain zel doesn't have super hearing, though let's be honest, he never asked. whatever, they can put on some music or something so nobody can hear them talking. ]

[He nods, a little hesitant at Scott's reluctance, but really, they don't have a whole lot of other options. Isaac doesn't know this place well enough to suggest meeting anywhere, nor does he really want to.]

Fine, yeah. I'll be there in a few minutes.

[And he's taking off.]

[ the door opens before isaac gets a chance to knock. scott gives him a nod in greeting, ushering him inside without a word - not because he's trying to be secretive, but just because they aren't particularly close, and scott's not sure anything more enthusiastic is really appropriate. it's not until they're in scott's room that he finally speaks up, careful to keep his tone low. prepare yourself for twenty questions, isaac. ]

How long have you been here? Have you talked to anyone else?

[ he pauses a second when it occurs to him that isaac probably just got here - he was pretty freaked out when he first arrived, so... ]

How are you doing? With the, you know... [ a vague gesture at the universe at large ] ... this.

[He quirks and eyebrow at the rapidfire questions, but waits until Scott is mostly settled down before considering them.

In truth, he is freaked out. He's had a few hours of pointless meandering (some of which included pinching himself, splashing water on his face, et cetera) to get used to the idea and is able to at least appear somewhat calm, but the fact of the matter is that he's still not completely sure he believes all this.

But Scott is here, and while he's not really Derek, he's sort of the next-best thing. So Isaac talks to him.]

A few hours. The people who responded to my post. And- [He just sort of shrugs, still cocky despite everything, a little surly, a little too much easy confidence.] -I'm fine.

[He avoids asking the obvious question of 'why the fuck do you care', because he knows by now that Scott cares a lot. More than he probably should, all things considered.]

[ if scott has any kind of intuition, it's knowing when to pry and when not to. it's clear from his sympathetic expression that he's onto isaac despite the bravado, but he doesn't push it. if he wants to talk, he'll talk. instead, scott moves onto business - probably something isaac's more interested in, and something they definitely need to talk about anyway. ]

I think we need to be careful. There's all sorts of weird things here, but I don't know if there's anyone else like us. I've talked to a few people, and I think they know about... [ he hesitates, glancing at the door, then decides to keep it vague, letting the thought taper off. ] There was one that seemed pretty... uh, hostile.

[ he makes a slightly embarrassed expression when he continues, hands sliding into his back pockets with a nervous shrug. ] Pretty sure they don't know about me, though. Well, one might - but I think they might be okay.

[It's probably for the best anyway- Isaac doesn't respond well to prying, nor is he about to waste time agonizing over what he'd just gone through. Scott is here, Stiles is here. It's best to focus on that for now.

He leans back against the wall, hands shoved in his pockets and just exudes that air of cockiness. He's too cool for your bullshit, Scott, even if it is just an obvious mask.]

Don't worry, I'm not going to ruin things for you. If things are as bad as they seem around here, we'd be the last of anyone's worries anyway.

[He shrugs.]

But in case there are hunters, it's good to lay low. You said there might be- who are you talking about? Who should I avoid?

[ ruin things for him? not what he meant - scott's just focused on neither of them getting chased down like animals, but clearly that wasn't something he was going to convince isaac of anytime soon. he shelves that one for now.

as for the other question - he looks behind him, grabs his netbook off the desk, then takes a second to navigate the screen. when he steps forward to offer the device to isaac, there's a text contact pulled up. ]

That guy - Dean Winchester. He didn't really say anything specific, but he asked a lot of questions. [ he wasn't the only one that did, not by a long shot, but he was the only one whose texts screamed 'trigger happy'. ]

[As much as he hates to admit it, Isaac has relaxed, just a little, since walking through the door. The wolf- some animalistic part of him had been chaotic, panicking after such a sudden separation from anything even remotely resembling a pack. Being in the same room as another wolf, especially one that he'd followed recently... calms him, at least a little.

It's enough to get him to focus on what's really important, to drop the act a fraction and deal with the problems at hand.

He takes the device and nods, looking at the contact.]

Guy named Dean? I'll keep an eye out for him.

[And he moves to take his own device, putting down a note to himself about it.]

Anyone else?

Yeah, the one that knows - maybe about me, definitely about us in general.

[ he has to do a bit more digging on his netbook before continuing, looking for another contact. ]

... Roslyn? But she seemed okay. I don't know if I'd say I trust her, but as long as we don't cause problems, I think she'll leave us alone.

[ he stands there awkwardly for a second after answering, clearly indecisive over what he's about to ask... or maybe just what to ask, specifically. when he does speak up, he tries to keep his tone casual, even though he's pretty anxious about the reply. ]

So, what's going on back home? I don't really know anything about time travel, but I figure I got here first, then Stiles, then you. That means we left at different times, right? [ hey look, sometimes that trusty straightforward logic takes him down the right path. ]

[He doesn't like the idea of anyone really knowing what they are, but Isaac just nods, not really in the mood to get Scott all defensive.]

Alright, then. That settles it.

[Noting down Roslyn's contact information as well, before Isaac turns his head up when Scott speaks again, his expression somewhat guarded. Stiles had been in the same predicament, in being from... behind the times. And while knowing more made Isaac feel pretty good, it wasn't really something that he could even try to hold over Scott's head. The other wolf had done enough for him in the past few weeks, even if he hadn't... actually done it yet.

Timestreams, man.]

I'm further ahead than Stiles, I guess. This whole thing is really confusing. But, yeah, home- um. [And a lot has happened, and he doesn't know how long ago Scott is from, so he starts at where Stiles seemed to have left off.]

Boyd and Erica found a new pack and left, but I... [He shrugs.] ...I stayed and helped you guys with Gerard and Jackson. Stiles-here seemed really upset to learn that the guy, uh- Peter, that he's back, but he helped us out too.

[And then Isaac reaches up, fingers threading along the hollow of his shoulder, as if remembering-] -oh, and your psychotic girlfriend shot me. And broke two bones, and slashed my back to ribbons, and almost killed me. So thanks for that.

[ oh ]

[ my ]

[ fucking ]

[ GOD ISAAC you cannot just say there’s another pack and PETER IS BACK and wait what Allison shot you jesus christ this is all so wrong it has to be a joke

but scott knows it’s not a joke, and it’s apparent by the look on his face that isaac’s literally just shattered his world and possibly a few pieces of his heart with that succinct rundown of the few weeks he’s missed. good thing stiles hasn't told him about his mom yet, one breakdown at a time. ]

I... you...wait, hang on, she shot you? I know she was stressed about Gerard, but she was with us. I mean, she was on our side, she was trying to help us. Why would she shoot you? [ there’s an edge to his voice – not just shock, but anger, a gut reaction to isaac’s insults and callous remarks on allison. he’s keeping it in check, since he’s clearly not in the know here, but he can’t help the instinct to protect her from kicking in.

he knows he should wait for an answer, and he seems like he fully intends to... for about two seconds, but then he cracks. ] And what the hell do you mean Peter’s back?! Helping who? You can’t trust him, he – he’s supposed to be dead, how is he back?

[ he’s been getting increasingly agitated with every word, hands going to rake through his hair, a halted start at pacing, then focusing back on Isaac for the last question. his hands are in tight fists at that point, so whether or not the claws are out isn’t clear – but there’s definitely a spark of amber in his eyes. hit a sore spot (or three), maybe? ]

[Isaac takes a slight step back at the reaction- he kind of expected something to that effect, but not quite as... extreme? In the last few weeks, he's just had to accept everything as fact, and Scott and Stiles along with him, so coming to a place like this, telling the others what had happened and expecting them to just roll with it like it had happened to them to... might have been a little much.

Still. None of it was technically his fault. Technically, he'd helped. There is absolutely no reason Scott should be angry with him.

His eyebrows raise, and he lifts up his hands, as if to... somehow calm him. Probably not going to work. And also wow, where to begin with the sudden BARRAGE OF QUESTIONING.]

Look- calm down.

[He's not worried so much that he can't handle Scott wolfing out... it's more of the fact that Isaac really doesn't want to, all things considered.]

She sided with her grandfather... or, I guess, she was until he almost killed her. [Oh, whoops-] -she's fine, you saved her. And Peter... I don't know how he's back, but without him, we wouldn't have been able to plan out an attack. He's the reason Jackson didn't kill all of us.

[Isaac is still tense, waiting to see Scott's reaction, ready to shift at a moment's notice and fight back if the other wolf loses control.]

Edited 2012-08-25 04:26 (UTC)

[ seeing isaac reacting to him like a threat is a small punch to the gut, and scott backs away - he'd closed the gap between them to barely two feet without even realizing it. a lack of control is the last thing he wants, and that was... not a great show of control. for a moment, his face is hidden behind his hands, and he stays quiet aside from the deep breaths, trying to reign it back in.

his face is still hidden when he speaks again, but his voice has yet to shed the raw edge. and good call on clarifying that allison's safe - he was literally half a second away from losing it again before the previous sentence had even finished. ]

I'm sorry, I shouldn't - I know you didn't do anything, it's just... a lot. [ he looks more upset than angry when he finally looks up, but it's obviously an effort to keep his hands relaxed at his side, everything still tense. ] It just... none of it makes any sense. The last thing I remember was at the rave - Allison's mom, she... she tried to kill me, but Derek and Dr. Deaton helped me. I'd just woken up when - [ he's having a hard time focusing, hands going back to his hair in frustration. ]

Even if Peter helped with Jackson, he's not good. Trust me. And Allison - [ he's lost in his head for a second, looking more defeated than before. he gives up on figuring out what to do with himself, sitting on the edge of his bed and fidgeting with his hands. when he looks back up at isaac, he mostly just looks confused. ]

She must have had a good reason, right? She wouldn't just hurt people, not unless she had to. [ not like the rest of her family - right? ]

[He's still tense, on edge, even after Scott seems to realize what he's done. Isaac eyes him carefully, trying to judge if he's still violent or not- it's difficult at times, but due to... circumstances, Isaac is scary good at reading the violence in people. He doesn't need his sense of smell to help him with that.]

You're a ways back then.

[He takes a deep breath that may or may not release into a sigh of relief as Scott moves back to sit on the bed. His shoulders slack a little, hands relaxing from where they were balled into tight fists. Better.]

She's a hunter, Scott. It's what they do. [And that feels harsh, but hello, look who almost gutted him. Isaac shakes his head though, because that's not what needs focusing on, even if Scott tries to divert everything back to her.] It doesn't matter now- look, most everyone lived... oh.

[Right. Scott is further back.]

Okay, a few people have died, but nobody that really matters. And Peter isn't going to do anything, he's weaker than Derek- I think I could take him at this point. Besides, we're going to need him.

[And that's bomb number two- one that Isaac doesn't really want to divulge because he doesn't really know much about it himself.]

[ he wants to argue with isaac on that one - no, she's not like them, she loves me, she would never hurt innocent people - but isaac's clearly eager to move on, and scott's feeling like a fish out of water in this conversation. the fact is, he just doesn't know. isaac's seen things he hasn't, and if allison really did attack him - well, how is scott supposed to argue with that?

that doesn't mean the next words out of isaac's mouth don't rub him the wrong way, though. ]

Nobody that really matters? You really don't get it, do you? Everyone, everything - it's all important. And Peter... even if he's weak, he's dangerous. [ his expression turns thoughtful, maybe a bit suspcious. ] But what do you mean we're going to need him? I thought you said Jackson was taken care of. [ oh yeah, speaking of which (yes, even more questions, sorry isaac) - ] Is Jackson okay?

[That whole everyone, everything thing, it doesn't really ring true with him. Isaac's life has always been about survival first. Live another day, breathe for the next few minutes, even if it means that you have no friends, no reliable family.

Having nobody to care for you means that you're not expected to care about anyone else either.]

Jackson is... alright, I guess. Lydia did something that turned him back long enough for Derek and Peter to kill him. [He shakes his head.] But he healed, I mean- he's one of us now, but I don't really know what that means yet.

[It pretty much just happened, after all. Isaac rubs awkwardly at the back of his neck, trying to figure out how to phrase this.]

...the other pack. They're all... they're all alphas. Peter strengthens the pack- and he knows enough to be useful for now.

[ ooooh-kay. so now we're getting out of traumatizing news territory, moving more towards flat-out bizarre. the unexpectedness of both of those bits of information is enough to knock him into genuine confusion, most traces of anger evaporating. ]

He's one of us? Huh. I guess we were right about something, at least. [ he's caught up in considering jackson as a werewolf for a second, because wow, that's a hot mess waiting to happen. ]

But hang on, an alpha pack? Does that even make sense? Isn't there supposed to be just one?

I don't know.

[There's something he's not overly fond of saying, but hell, he was hesitant to bring this up for a reason.]

All I know is that we came home and their mark was on Derek's front door. It's apparently very bad news- and why Derek was making us in the first place.

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