The talk||drabble
Isaac is sitting with his feet on the coffee table, remote in hand, flipping through the channels when Derek gets home from work.
“Hey,” Isaac says, looking up.
“Hey,” Derek grunts back, throwing his jacket over the back of the armchair before heading into the kitchen.
Isaac looks down at his cell phone sitting in his lap. Lydia's text message is still lighting up the screen. He considers it for a moment but then Derek comes back into the room and he quickly shuts it off.
“How was work?” he asks as Derek drops onto the couch next to him and cracks open a bottle of water.
“Alright,” Derek answers, kicking off his shoes and propping a foot on the table.
Isaac picked at his jeans for a second and stared at his phone as he tried to decide just how to ask him about Lydia's invite.
Derek sighs and beats him to it, though. “What's going on?”
Isaac looks like up at him and he hates how nervous he is. Derek isn't his father. He knows that. But he still can't help but imagine what his dad's reaction to this would be. He probably wouldn't believe him. He'd laugh at him. He'd mock him. He'd tell him again how he'll never measure up to Camden.
But he has no idea how Derek will react.
He's been quiet too long, apparently, because suddenly Derek looks concerned. “Are you okay?”
And it's so far from anything his father would have done that Isaac can't help but feel instantly at ease.
“Yeah,” he answers. “I'm fine.”
“Okay,” Derek says and he's suspicious now. “So what's up?”
“Well, um,” he takes a deep breath. “Lydia invited me over tonight.”
Derek furrows his eyebrows because this is nothing new. “And...?”
“To spend the night,” Isaac finishes.
Derek nods his head, realization dawning. “Her mom's okay with that?”
“Her mom is out of town for the weekend,” Isaac says slowly.
“Ah,” Derek replies. “No.”
“What?” Isaac asks, caught off guard by the sudden answer.
“No,” Derek repeats.
“Oh, c'mon!” Isaac pleads.
“No,” Derek says again and gets up to head into the kitchen.
Without hesitating, Isaac is immediately up and following him.
This was one of the things they'd talked about when Derek had been named Isaac's guardian. If they're going to do this whole living together thing then there has to be some kind of divide between pack and home. If this is going to work, Derek can't be the alpha all the time. Isaac can't be inferior all the time, he can't be afraid to talk to Derek, and Derek can't just order him around without discussion.
“You spend the night with Stiles all the time,” Isaac shoots before he has a chance to think about it.
Derek's got his back to him but it's clear when his shoulders stiffen. They don't talk about whatever it is that's going on between him and Stiles very often. Isaac isn't sure why aside from the fact that Derek tends to be a very private person in general.
Derek sighs and finally turns around. “The difference being, of course,” he begins. “That I can't get Stiles pregnant.”
Isaac feels himself blush. Not only is that verging on way more information than Isaac ever wants about Derek and Stiles, but it also raises another, rather awkward, issue.
