The Peculiar case of Isaac Lahey AU Stisaac

Chapter One

Isaac Lahey___________

"OH MY GOD HE'S WAKING UP!"

I felt my eyes widen to see the large mass if people around me.

Why are they hear? Why am I here? Where is 'here'?

My eyes immediately scanned the room.

Hospital. Most likely Beacon Hills Hospital. But why?

I looked down. My body is different. Longer.

Same as my dreams.

Everyone cleared out but a nurse whose name tag read 'Nurse McCall'

She spoke quietly. "Hello Isaac."

I tried to speak but I didn't remember how to form words let alone a whole sentence. So I just smiled.

I coughed and my throat started to sting.

She patted my back. "Hey honey it's okay. Get some rest."

I don't want to go back to sleep... what if I can't wake up?

I shook my head.

"No? Okay I understand. Maybe later hmm? So Isaac tomorrow morning we will run a few tests to make sure everything's okay and then you will come live with me at my house. Okay? I promise I don't bite"

I don't understand that saying.

Like when i meet a stranger my first thought isn't "Oh my god you think they bite?"

But besides the bad terminology I like Nurse McCall.

Slowly but surely I started to fall asleep.

Tomorrow was going to be a big, long, day.

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Isaac watched Ms.McCall slowly open the door.

Inside, two boys were bickering about a fairytale.

Ms.McCall cleared her throat and their heads snapped around, gaping at Isaac.

How was Stiles supposed to know Isaac was this hot son of a bitch when he'd barely seem him?

Scott was just surprised at how perfectly this boy matched Stiles' description of a dream boy.

"Stiles bring Isaac up to his new room, keep him company, Scott we've got shopping to do."

Scott groaned "Why can't-"

"No"

"But-"

"No"

"MOM-"

"No."

"FINE."

They both left with small goodbyes.

"So Isaac-" Stiles started leading the boy upstairs.

"How are you? I mean what was it like?"

Isaac just looked at him.

"Right of course comatose, sorry I forgot. You probably can't understand me anyways.

"Well I guess I better say it now before you learn to understand me. I kissed you before you woke up. It was a dare. I'm sorry for taking your first kiss, it was mine too for the record. Of course I'm not saying I didn't enjoy it. I did. ALOT."

Isaac opened his mouth.

"You don't need to try to talk."

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Isaac stared at the boy. He.... kissed him?

Isaac wanted to touch Stiles, he didn't know why but he just want to know how the milky white skin felt against his. He wanted to run his hands through Stiles hair.

But was that O.K.? He'd try a small gesture.

Isaac leaned over and pecked Stiles' small pale lips before letting fatigue take over his body.

*

...Wow. As Stiles fell asleep that night he could not seem to get Isaac's lips pressed against his out of his head.

Stiles just wanted to protect the disabled boy from every evil in this world. To hold him and never let him go. Ever.

So this is Love?