Isaac Lahey Imagines

Rehearsals (Part Two)

It is quiet now, quiet in the school. Junior year has come and gone, leaving one last shot to let yourself pretend that you're a normal teenager once again. Where do you once this finishes- college, maybe, a job? Is there a place in this world for you that doesn't involve Beacon Hills and its myriad assortment of werewolf packs?

You still have another semester to figure that out, though. Sure, there might be problems. This town might not want you to leave, it might not want Scott McCall or any of the others to leave. Then again, you've still got at least one person still here to support you- namely, one werewolf with blond curls who's walking your way across the hall. Isaac Lahey.

You smile when you see him. It's strange to think that you only started truly talking to him a year ago; only started talking to him a little less than that. For a brief moment, you had been afraid that he might leave you once school ended and there was nothing tying the two of you together- no musical, no classes, just you. Would you really be enough for him?

Then he'd shown up in the middle of the night to take you stargazing, and snuck into your room through the window despite several anti-intruder spells conjured up by your family that you'd had to quickly dispatch, and brought you flowers on dates and weekends and whenever he felt like it. Sure, you might not have been forced together by scheduling anymore. That didn't mean that Isaac was any less willing to be with you, though.

Now, you're halfway through the school year, and he's still here with you. What a thought. 

Isaac has caught up to you by now, and he loops an arm around your waist, pulling you forward to press a neat kiss to your lips before drawing away again. "Good to see you, Y/N. It's been too long." 

You roll your eyes. "You saw me a few hours ago. Not much has changed."

This is true- Scott and Stiles had called a pack meeting once again, this time to go after some pack of hunters who'd attempted to harass Brett, Lori, and some of Satomi's pack. You'd joined the ranks of werewolves with your own witch powers, and been able to use your spells to fend off the attackers while still keeping your identity hidden. Isaac had walked you home after the whole encounter was over, and left you with more than a few kisses as a parting gift. It was practically perfect, were it not for the fact that the whole thing happened at a cripplingly late hour of the night. If only the hunters had more respect for your sleep schedule.

Needless to say, the lack of sleep is still taking a toll on you. However, Isaac seems unwilling to let your sleep-deprived haze ruin his ability to be sweet. "All the same, I missed you. Maybe we should have midnight hunter raids more often." 

He laughs at your abject look of horror, kissing you to stop your complaints. You indulge him for a little longer, then break away, already starting to think about the future.

"Well, as good as they are for our relationship, I'll need them to stop for a little while. It's senior musical season, Isaac." 

He nods sagely. "A time of crisis has descended upon us." 

He's expecting your vengeful swat on the arm, and dodges it gleefully. "Rude. The musical is what brought us together, you know. You should have more respect for my craft."

Isaac loops his fingers around yours, pulling your intertwined hands close to his heart. "Always, love. I mean, your witchy spells are cool, but what really rocks my world is when you direct the struggling high school sopranos-" 

Your poke to his ribs is well placed and lands effectively. "You're awful to me, you know that? Maybe I'll have someone else do lighting this year. How about that other senior, Glenn Newman? Actually, that's not a bad idea, he's pretty cute."