Scisaac One Shots!

The Fight

Isaac was up all night. Although he appeared to be sound asleep, he was wide awake by the time the morning alarm went off. Isaac felt Scott gently shake him, but Isaac decided it would be best if he pretended to be asleep. He heard Scott's footsteps head into the bathroom to take a shower. He listened to the sound of water droplets lightly drench his back, shampoo lightly swishing through his hair. Isaac stirred slightly when the shower head abruptly turned off. Scott laid down beside him, but careful not to let their bodies touch.
"Isaac?" He whispered softly.
Isaac turned to face away from him, he couldn't deal with the tormented expression he knew Scott had on.
"It's almost time for school."
"I don't feel well." Every cell in Isaac's body stung with grief. He prayed, to every god of every religion that Scott would reach out and hold him. He wished that Scott would say something, anything, other than simple small talk. Isaac's heart felt heavy, and he had to psychically bite his lip to avoid saying much more.
Scott's voice was nothing more than a whisper. "Is this about what I said last night?"
Isaac's only response was by his breath. The two stay silent for a long time, either because both of them were too afraid to move, or Scott just really enjoyed looking at the back of Isaac's neck. Isaac monitored Scott's heartbeat carefully, he listened it flip flop between beating frantically to dropping dangerously low.
"We're going to be late."
"I think I'm just going to stay home."
Worst of all, he could hear Scott fall completely, and utterly silent. Not even his breathing made a sound.
"Okay." It sounded more like a sigh than a word. Gingerly, Scott kissed the top of his head and got up from the bed. He lingered in the doorway.
"I love you," Scott said. In all other scenarios, Isaac would've thought that the first time Scott said "I love you" would be the happiest day of his life, not a desperate attempt to bridge the gap between them. As much as Isaac wanted to say it back, he stayed silent. He shut his eyes tight.
Say something, you idiot. Isaac told himself. Say something, anything at all! But he couldn't bring himself to utter a word. Scott, whose hurt was practically palpable, grabbed his backpack, and slammed the door behind him.

***

Only when Melissa left for work did Isaac cry. He sat stiff as a board for half an hour as he heard her rustling around the kitchen, his emotions were overwhelming, and if Melissa knew he was up here... But then he heard the door shut, and Isaac felt relief.
At first, the tears came slow. The conversation from the previous night slowly seeped into his brain. Isaac fought it, he fought against the thoughts fiercely, he try to push them to the far regions of his mind, but nothing worked. He remembered the screaming, and the fighting, and the searing anguish from Scott's words. Isaac gripped the pillow as more tears slipped past his cheeks. He felt like screaming, he felt like he had been awake for days, much less hours. His mind just wouldn't goddamn shut up. Isaac ended up sobbing into the mattress. He couldn't take it, Scott was suppose to be the one person who understood, he was suppose to be the one person he trusted. At least, Scott was suppose to be.

***

With the full moon tonight, and no one to help him through it, Isaac decided that he needed to get out of the McCall house. Melissa just had the floors re-done, and he bet she wouldn't appreciate any new scratches. Isaac unlocked the door to his old house, taking deep breath. Somehow, the minute the door swung open, he was on an instant high alert. He felt a sense of vague fear, almost like he was reliving a memory. The creepy silence that echoed throughout every room made him shiver. Isaac tried the light switch, only to find that the electric company had shut off the power. He let out a frustrated sigh, and trudged downstairs to the basement.
Isaac's idea was risky, and unlikely to work, but it was the only plan he had. Looking into the dark and damp basement after years of freedom felt unsettling. He had worked hard to avoid the freezer for as long as possible, and hear he was, crawling back to it as if it was his lifeline. Isaac dug through his duffel bag for a flashlight, only to pull out Scott's jersey instead.
"Damn it." He whispered. He must've grabbed the wrong one. The last thing he need was a constant reminder of Scott. Before he knew it, Isaac felt his eyes change into a dull yellow. With every ounce of courage he possessed, he quickly sat down in the freezer and locked it from the inside, still clutching Scott's jersey.

The first couple of hours were okay. Thankfully, it wasn't plugged in this time. But the metal still felt like ice against his skin. In order to pass time, Isaac traced Scott's number and tried to focus on staying human. He had always liked the number twelve, it only made it that much better that it was the number of his boyfriend's jersey.
Was Scott still his boyfriend? Isaac didn't know. But god, he hoped so.
The shirt smelled like him. Though sweaty and dirty, Isaac didn't mind. He liked Scott's scent. Isaac held it close to his chest, breathing it in. Maybe he could get some sleep tonight, as long has the jersey was in his hand.
But the more he shifted around in the freezer, the more trapped he felt. His claustrophobia started kicking in, and he felt more panicky by the second. He was losing control. It got to a point where he was violently bashing against the walls of the metal box, shaking back and forth. Isaac felt like he was going to tip it over, until he felt a hand steady it.
"Isaac? Are you in there?" A voice asked. It was faint, coming from the outside.
Isaac roared in response, digging his claws into the metal encasing him. With one foul swoop, the door to the freezer flung open, the lock shattering. Before he knew it, Isaac was in Scott's arms, thrashing about.
"It's okay."
"Let me go!" Isaac cried.
"It's okay."
As Scott held him tighter, Isaac began to calm down. His breathing steadied, and his eyes changed back to their original color. He struggled weakly in Scott's arms, but ultimately gave in.
The twos boys sat in each other's arms in complete silence. Isaac felt like he never wanted to let go, he felt so safe. The house seemed rather peaceful now that Scott was here. It seemed more like a home that was never sold rather then his childhood nightmare. Scott had that effect, making everything seem less scary.
"The freezer?" Scott asked softly. "Why?"
Isaac paused for a moment. "I thought it help."
He felt Scott's fingers run through his hair, deep in thought. "Just.. don't do it again, okay?"

Isaac and Scott spend the rest of the night in the basement, just holding one another. They clung to each other like drowning cats, fearful that if one let go, it would mean the end. The drop in temperate didn't bother them, nor did the fact that Isaac's eyes occasionally changed color. They just paid attention to each other.

And that's all that mattered.