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Well, it's not much, but at least there's some direction. And it gets you away from the things going down in your... world for awhile.

[Yeah, the whole 'world' thing is a pretty new concept. Not quite sure how he feels about that one.

And really, not that he's generally one to look on the bright side- but where Isaac comes from, getting away from his world means getting away from the 99% of the population that seemed to want to kill him at any given moment. And with the added bonus of the whole missing-slash-fugitive status gone? It's enough to at least give this place the benefit of a doubt.]

So I got the official story- what's it actually like here?

[Simple, a little bit demanding.]

Anyone?

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[ the hesitation is barely there, but scott picks up on it. the problem is, he has absolutely no idea where it's coming from. he'd noticed something similar at the club, but he didn't have much of a point of reference for it then, either. ]

Okay. Cool, I'm glad it's - we're cool. [ he finally smiles, the first one since he initially answered isaac's open message. ] Honestly, I'm glad you're here. I mean, I know we don't know really know each other, but thinking I was the only - [ barely catches it, but he does. did they manage the whole conversation without saying werewolf outright? dang. ] - it's nice to have someone in the same boat, I mean.

[ he's got stiles, and thank god for that, but even for all of his amazingness stiles isn't a wolf. there are certain things he doesn't understand, and scott's not sure he wants him to - hell, he wishes he didn't have to, either. having another wolf around was something he took for granted back home, even resented, but here? it feels like an anchor instead of a threat. ]

[He nods once, still- reserved, not quite convinced of anything. Despite it all, Isaac still didn't want to trust anyone- not Scott, not Derek, and while it compounded the feeling of overwhelming loneliness, there was a certain appeal to being entirely self sufficient. It's easier to feel like you're better than other people when you don't have to rely on them, because people hold things against you, don't help you when you need it, break your arm to prove a point.

Scott is a nice guy, and Isaac respects him and knows that he's motivated purely by his set of morals and ethics, but he's still someone else, and the idea of that sets Isaac on edge.]

I'm fine on full moons, [he finally says, because what else do you say to that? There's still a part of him that sees every comment as 'don't fuck this up, Isaac', and even though he knows rationally that Scott doesn't mean it like that, the thought is still there.] Derek showed me how to handle it.

[He rubs a little awkwardly at the back of his neck, going over the words in his head again and finally letting the corner of his lips twitch in a smile. Despite all that, Scott is glad he's here. Even if it's just because he's another wolf, Scott's glad.

That's... kind of nice.]

...but I can see where it would be rough without another one here. Maybe we can- hang out during the full moons. Or something. [A thought catches him though, and he frowns.] I don't know, do you think it'd be too territorial? You're not in our pack. At least, you keep saying that.

[ it's not what scott was looking for, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't relieved to hear it. as long as nothing... sets him off, he thinks he'll be able to handle full moons, but he hasn't actually tested that theory yet. he lost it last time, but that was to protect allison, right?

long story short, he'll be glad to have company - less fragile company than stiles - on the off chance something goes wrong. he should probably ask more questions, like how isaac learned so quickly, what derek showed him, if he's sure - but he's still feeling like a jerk, so he keeps it dialed down for now. ]

I... don't know. Does it matter? I mean, without any alphas here, are you even in a pack anymore? [ he wouldn't have thought it was a proximity thing, but this is a pretty extreme distance. ]

[He actually... hadn't thought about that before (and that answers his last sliver of hope that Derek might be here), and it makes him pause.

The idea of being an omega didn't scare him, not really- but the sudden separation hadn't really sunk in yet. Even though they weren't... really close, there was still a slight bond to be had, the faint notion of family, and even after Boyd and Erica left, he still had his alpha, but now-

Wow. Depressing.]

I don't know.

[He kind of frowns again and his eyes narrow a little at Scott, because it's totally his fault.]

There has to be an alpha here somewhere. That's how this works, right? We're stronger in packs.

[ wow excuse you totally not his fault, he's on the same crappy ride you are. he seems mildly affronted by the accusatory look, but he gets defensive rather than angry. ]

Yeah, but - I don't know, does it have to work like that? I'm sure alphas die on their own sometimes. Maybe there's supposed to be a chain of command, but... time travel might be a loophole.

[ it hadn't even occurred to him to assume you had to have an alpha. he never wanted one, so the lack of one here hadn't even registered on his radar. but like isaac said - no alpha, no pack, no strength in numbers. and that... kind of sucks. ]

The alphas have to come from somewhere, right? I don't know, maybe it's something that just happens naturally when there's a lot of betas around.

[He backs down, choosing instead to run his fingers through his hair, totally making up bullshit theories as to how all of this may or may not work.]

Do you feel any more... alphaish?

[ well, that's certainly a question. scott makes a skeptical face at him, but he does take a moment to consider it. ]

... no. Do you? [ the idea of either of them being an alpha is one he'll gladly pass on, but really, it's not the most bullshit theory ever. ]

It's always been passed down, at least as far as I've seen. But you're right, there must have been a first. Or maybe there's more than one way? [ except, wait, even theorizing about this makes it sound like he has a driving need for an alpha. the pack power would be nice, but otherwise - no thank you. ]

Maybe it's not so bad without one, though. At least there's no-one telling us what to do, right? [ ... well, except for the crazy future government, obviously. ]

No. But I just crashed here a few hours ago.

[Scott's been here longer... but then again, Scott also hasn't had other werewolves around to assume leadership of. It made... a little bit of sense, right? Maybe something would sort of reveal itself if they stuck around for a bit.

Not that Isaac felt any kind of undying allegiance to Scott, but the power is something that he doesn't really want to pass up. Besides which, better Scott than some other stranger, right?]

Your guess is as good as mine. [He doesn't know if he likes the idea of just being an omega.] Besides which, alphas aren't just there to tell you what to do, idiot.

[ okay, he does look annoyed at that one. his saint act can only hold up under so much, here. ]

Yeah, they also threaten your friends and family and bite your entire class. Trust me, Derek's not as great as you guys seem to think he is. [ yes, let's trash derek while he's on another plane of existence, it's as good a time as any. ] Did he even tell you that he can force you to do things? Make you hurt people if he wanted you to?

[fjslda Scott stop, Isaac is trying to like you, okay.]

And yet, he hasn't. [For all the faults that he knows Derek has, forcing people to do things completely against their will isn't one of them. He explained everything before he offered, Isaac knew exactly what he was getting into. The people he hurt, the number of times he'd gone toe to toe with Scott himself... that was all Isaac's choice. Nobody forced him to do that.]

Look, I'm not just talking about Derek. I'm talking about an alpha- a leader. [Isaac never went through the trauma of knowing a sort of evil alpha. He doesn't really know what it's like to be forced into a relationship like that.] They're not like parents, they're... you know, supposed to teach and protect you. Why do you think I could control it by my second full moon?

[ UGH isaac you know nothing. scott's doing his best not to vent his own issues here, but it's kind of hard not to when isaac isn't really getting his point. to be fair, scott's not getting his, either - but scott's opinion of derek isn't nearly as high.

all the same, it kind of... hurts? maybe that's not the right word, but it doesn't feel great to hear about how wonderful it is to have a nice alpha. nice in isaac's estimation, anyway, which isn't actually saying all that much. funny how isaac and scott's definitions of parents and alphas are complete opposites (funny in this case meaning tragic). ]

Okay, fine, maybe Derek hasn't been an asshole about it. Not yet, anyway. But they aren't always like that. Peter was my - he was the alpha that bit me. He didn't ask, he didn't tell me anything, he just tried to make me kill my friends. When that didn't work, he went after them himself. [ oh oops, so much for not venting. talking about it obviously stirs up a not-so-old anger, but he's keeping it in check; he's just trying to make his point. ]

So no, I really, really am not that worried about finding a new alpha here.

[Well that's just... fine and dandy. Nobody had really informed Isaac of what happened before he was turned- the only explanation given for Peter was the quick few sentences that Scott had murmured to him that evening in the locker room. So when all of that comes tumbling out, Isaac just... sort of stares at him, tongue in cheek, not quite sure of what to say.]

...okay then.

[That was a little more unloading than he was prepared for. And while a small part of Isaac just wants to throw his hands up and say 'fine, you be the alpha', a- it didn't work like that, b- he didn't really want to be a part of Scott's pack yet, and c- if Derek showed up, there'd be a lot of explaining to do. So Isaac just sighs in the end and shoves his hands in his pockets, trying to figure out the mess that they'd gotten into within the first hour of seeing one another again.

On second thought, why was he trying to deal with this at all? Scott wasn't his friend, especially not Scott from this far back. Isaac didn't owe him anything, and he certainly didn't have to stand here and argue with him.]

-right. I'm going to head home. Is there anything else I should know?

[ okay, more than he really meant to say, but scott's never really cared much about what people think... or been great about keeping things to himself, really. not unless he absolutely had to.

even so, he's feeling a bit surly - partly because of said alpha issues, and partly because isaac is difficult to read. open when he least expects it, closed off when most people would reach out. he's still glad he's here, and he doesn't take anything back, but they've clearly pushed the limits of what their allegiance can handle for tonight. he doesn't seem overly frustrated when he speaks up again, but he doesn't apologize for the rant - subtle, but a pretty clear signal for someone usually so ready with the apologies. ]

No, I don't think so. Just lay low. I'll try to find somewhere safe we can go for the full moon, just in case. [ he's slightly ashamed at the thought that he's more worried about himself than isaac at this point - of the two, isaac seems to be keeping a more level head about everything. ]

[He doesn't really notice the lack of apology- it would have sounded stranger to him if Scott had said he was sorry, for all that he's really heard a lot of apologies before. Isaac nods at the comment, appreciating the fact that Scott was at least willing to go and find them... a shipping crate or an abandoned shop or some sort of place they could hunker down in when the full moon struck. As confident as Isaac was that he could control it, he still didn't want to be locked in an apartment with two other people when it happened.

So he nods and turns, reaching for the door. Isaac had never really moved that far away from Scott's door- something that was a combination of habit and calculation, just in case.]

Look, I- [He bites his lip, setting his hand on the cool brass of the doorknob.] -I do appreciate this.

[The warnings, the information, the genuine happiness.]

[ scott's not even looking at him, mostly just keeping the rest of his thoughts to himself and waiting for him to leave, but at the hesitant... was that a thanks? he looks up, still looking a bit guarded, but mostly surprised. ]

... no problem. [ he pauses for a second, then keeps going, a bit tentative. not about what he's saying - he means every word of it, it's just isaac's reaction he's not sure of. he's going out on a limb, not really confirming something established - he's asking a question, proposing a new alliance. it makes sense, doesn't it? they're the only pack they've got for now. ] It's what friends do, right?

[That makes him hesitate- he still hasn't gotten to the part where he really considers Scott a friend, and he certainly doesn't think that he can trust him yet. Scott doesn't know him- for the record, Isaac doesn't know the other wolf very well either.

So his fingers tighten on the door, and he takes a deep breath, knowing that he should just agree and be done with it. It's just words, just a meaningless connection, he can give something as silly as that and never think on it again.

But he doesn't. He doesn't do any of those things. Isaac bites his bottom lip, and it's clear that he heard him, clear by the way that Scott's words have stopped him pretty much cold, but he doesn't respond- the only sound that comes from it is the noise of the door opening and creaking to a close behind him.]

[ ........... or not. closed off when he least expects it. though honestly, he probably should've seen that coming. on the other hand, the fact that isaac took the question seriously, maybe... maybe that's a good thing? if he's not taking it lightly, then there might be more to him than that calculating (calculated?) exterior.

either way, scott has no idea what they really accomplished here. he can't help a frustrated groan as he collapses back onto his bed, expression slightly frantic as he stares up the ceiling. it's gotten late, but sleep is a long ways off - not after the mess of information that's been shoved into his head.

ugh. he really, really needs to talk to stiles soon. at least stiles makes sense.

... well, usually. ]

Edited 2012-08-25 09:56 (UTC)

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