One Night

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    Derek laid Isaac down on the table of the old burnt down Hale house, he quickly turned away from him as Scott stormed the front door. Stiles's familiar rumbling jeep engine shutting off and announcing his arrival, presumably because of the god damn flock of birds flying through the window of his English class and cutting their day short. When the teen clambered into the living room with Scott, two thin long lash cuts on his face he caught Derek's attention. Once again wearing the man's jacket despite Scott's clear dislike. One cut rose past his eyebrow and was covered in medical grade stitch bandaids.  The other, with the same coverage, was stretch across under his left eye.

    "Jesus! What happened?" Stiles instantly asked, rushing forward to snatch the dirty blonde teens face into his hands. He looked over him cautiously.

    "He did what we told him not too, got caught, got hurt, got away.." Scott cleared up softly and joined stiles to look over the teen he'd found himself close to. Stiles nodded. "You don't still own this place do you?" Scott asked in a surprised tone as he looked around.

    "No, the Bank reclaimed it and plans to tear it down. I just need to grab some remaining things." He answered softly and truthfully.

    A shuffling filled the room as Derek pulled up a floor board and received a tin box, flipping it open to reveal herbs of some sort. Then the sudden movement of Isaac sent stiles back a few steps to trip on a raised piece of wood and fall back, landing hard on his ass with a strained groan as he stared up at the know sitting up Isaac that looked around the room. Scott mimicked the action subconsciously as Derek got closer and settled the tin next to the teen.

    "Where's the girl?.." Isaac questioned sleepily, Scott was quick to answer.

    "What girl?"

    "The gi-mm, th- help-t-ed me." He answered stuttering and failing to speak.

    "They used wolfsbane on you. your going to be-" Derek quickly caught the swaying Isaac who shook his head and attempted to sit up straight, Scott caught his other side as a muttering stiles stood and brushed off his bottom. "Out of it." Derek finished as he pulled out some grass looking pieces of plant.

    With that his expression softened and he rushed to put the herbs back. "What's that?" Stiles finally spoke again as he got closer to the wolves and helped Isaac, along with Scott, off the table and too a standing position. His hands clutching the boys shoulders for, what felt like, dear life.

    "It'll help Isaac, I have to make it into a tea, let's go." He mutter and brushed past the human teen to take his place at Isaacs side and practically scoop him up back into a bridal style carry.

    "Derek." Scott snapped at the front door, both stiles and the alpha turn their heads toward him despite already heading toward the front door. Scott pushed the red door open to reveal a black painted symbol across the front.

    Stiles reached the door before Derek and traced his finger over the black. The smell of fresh paint and the sticky feeling signifying that it was just done. The alpha pack was in the woods right at that moment and watching the four. Derek passed stiles the tin as he reached the front door and growled defensively at the sight. Nearly shoving Scott out of the way to rush to his Camaro and stuff Isaac inside.