Scisaac Shots

Grey

By:ThePirateHawk on Archive of Our Own
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Isaac Lahey's world was probably going to always be grey. He didn't think he was capable of being loved by any. Well, that was before Scott McCall.

He thought he loved Allison, but when he touched her, his world remained grey. They weren't meant to be. He tried to make them work, he tried so hard. It turned out, Lydia was her soul mate.

Lydia's world was grey again now.

Nobody ever asked her about it. Nobody ever brought it up around her unless she started the topic. She had two moods– talk about Allison, and don't talk about Allison. Most of the time it was the latter, unless she was with someone she was close to.

Isaac thought he would be stuck in a grey world, never to see color. Lydia had seen color, she had experienced it, but even she was stuck seeing grey permanently now. Nothing could change it until she died.

Isaac pitied her. She was stuck like that.

He wasn't because he had met Scott McCall.

There was a night at the party when Scott handed him something. His fingers had barely brushed his own, and he thought he had seen a glimpse of color. He then thought he was going crazy.

The night at the clinic, however, Scott put his hand on Isaac's to guide his palm on the hurt dog. Isaac was just about to take pain when he felt a shock in his hand. It was a strong tingle in his hand where Scott was touching.

Both the boys had jumped away, and slowly took in their circumstances.

It was gorgeous.

Colors and lights filled the room. The dog had a beautiful colorful collar– Scott had tan skin. He looked at himself, eyes watering. His skin had color. Actual, real color. 

His jeans were a dark blue denim, and his belt was a deep brown. His shoes were red and grey athletic shoes. He looked at Deaton, whose skin was a deep brown color. He started to cry.

Both of them did.

Isaac had never seen colors before. It was all so shocking and overwhelming. He felt all sorts of emotions. He liked the deep brown color Scott's eyes were the best.

He wondered what color eyes he had distantly, but he didn't ponder on that too long. He flung himself into Scott, wrapping his arms around him and burying his face in his neck.

"I knew it was you two." Deaton said warmly as he watched the two boys throw themselves at each other.

It was like seeing everything for the first time. Seeing clearly and real. Like a person with impaired vision putting on glasses and seeing the details of the world. He could see the specks of color in the hem of his sweater. He could see the lucious brown locks atop of Scott's head, and how some had the light on them, giving them a soft shine. 

He refused to let go of Scott, breathing in his scent. It had always reminded him of cinnamon. What color was cinnamon? Was it blue like the denim of his jeans, or was it brown like Scott's eyes?

"Boys, as much as I love this happy union, you both still have work to do." Deaton said firmly but with a hint of humor in his voice.