#carfic

“What did I do?”

“Just leave!”

Camaro chewed his lower lip. He wasn’t going to get anywhere through a closed door, he had to talk to Jay face to face. So he pulled a Derek.

And nearly fell off the roof. Apparently werewolves were better at sneaking through windows than anthropomorphic cars were. Who knew. 

“Come on, Jay! Let me in! I think I’m going to fall off the roof!”

“Pity.” Jeep replied from the other side of the window. The brat.

Cam knocked on the window, persistently. “Jeep, I’m sorry. What did I do? I always fight with that prick when he tells me I can’t take you out! We were going to celebrate our anniversary tonight! Come on.”

“Oh, oh so now you remember!” 

“What do you mean now?” 

Jeep rushed over and hauled the window open, causing Cam to stumble because he had been leaning against it. He awkwardly climbed inside even though Jeep was at his throat, practically shouting at him.

“Tonight is our anniversary and we’re just ‘going out for late night burgers’ because that’s so romantic Cam!”

“It’s not like I wanted Cruiser to know what we were doing!”

“Oh sure. Like I believe that.”

“Besides, you like late night burgers.”

“Not for fancy anniversary nights! The humans do all these… romantic things for this stuff. I’ve googled! I’ve asked Stiles!”

“Oh yes, the perfect romantic candidate. Didn’t he take Derek out for curly fries for their anniversary?”

“Not the point!”

Cam laughed, rolling his eyes as he sat down on Jeep’s bed to watch the blue haired boy pace his bedroom. If Cam could draw him he would have steam coming out of his ears. 

“I have a romantic thing planned. It was a surprise though.”

“Uh huh.”

“Seriously, I have a whole night planned out. It would be fun if you just give it a chance and believe me. I’m not lying or making things up. There’s a boombox involved. Do you know how long it took me to find a boombox?”

Jeep rose his brow, “Why not just use one of our sound systems?”

“Because yours kind of sucks.”

Jeep scowled at him. Not quite helping his case of getting Jeep to warm up to him again, but it was the truth.

“And I don’t want either of us to be in car form. I wanted it to be romantic. I watched a lot of rom-coms with Erica and Lydia to get this right.”

“You… you really did that?”

“I did. At least five. There was a marathon of 80s classics. They put ribbon in my hair.”

Jeep let out a sound that vaguely resembled a laugh and Cam tilted his head. “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

“Did not.”

But the smile he was trying to hide on grew and it made Cam rise off the bed and cross the room, arms wrapping around the jeep’s shoulders to bring him in closer. “I think that’s a smile you have there. Smiling at the amount of torture I went through to plan a romantic evening.”

“80s rom-coms aren’t that bad.” Jeep tried to brush it off, turn away, but his smile was growing with each second.

“Neither is having Lydia paint your nails a charming shade of blue but it’s still making you smile.”

“Is not.”

“Is too.”

“Shut up.”

“What’s eating you kid?” FJ turned from the kitchen, where she was preparing supper for the pack to face the beta staring out the window listlessly. His phone was in his hand, held tightly between the two of them.

He startled, “Huh? Oh nothing.”

“Something is wrong.”

“Okay mom.” Isaac half grinned, but the teasing was cut short by his phone buzzing in his hands and he was immediately tense again.

“Isaac.” FJ spoke evenly, but with no room for argument as she walked closer to the windowsill. Isaac wouldn’t hide things from her when she asked him upfront about them.

He sighed again, rolling his unchecked phone over in his hand and clutching it tightly. “Sometimes I think I should just run away and that would be better.”

“Don’t you dare,” FJ responded, her voice calm but sharp. “You never say things like that. And you don’t run from things.”

“I’d like to… sometimes…”

“Isaac.”

“It’s not fair that I like him!” Isaac growled, tossing his phone onto the window ledge that he was sitting on.

FJ smiled softly, nodding, “Scott.”

Isaac’s eyes widened for a moment in surprise but then he shrugged with a frown, “Yeah…”

They stayed silent for a moment, Isaac poking his phone with his toe, before he glanced out the window again and started talking, “I can’t do anything… He’s with Allison and I get to hear all the wonderful things they’re doing together and how much they care about each other and I love that. I love that they’re happy. They’re my pack and I want them to be together and I like watching them smile at each other and being together like they should be but I just… I want that too.

“I want Scott to notice me as more than his pack, his beta… but I don’t want to do anything to mess up him and Allison. So I’m stuck in this stupid thing that I hate and I can’t tell anyone about it because it might effect the pack. Plus I live with him half the time! Do you know how hard it is to stay with the McCalls when you have a crush on one out of three of them? Very difficult.”

FJ nodded, she had been wondering why Isaac had been sleeping more nights at Derek’s loft rather than at the McCall’s house but she hadn’t asked. She had started to think that Dirtbike was being unruly and pushing Isaac out - therefore she would have to talk to the little punk, but this explained everything.

“Things will work out kid,” FJ finally spoke, and Isaac glanced up at her with doubtful eyes. “Don’t ask me how I know, I’m just car that got magicked to life, but -”

“A mother knows best?”

FJ cut her eyes at him. As much as she had become a bit of a mom to the betas, she wasn’t a fan of the whole ‘mom’ title. “When you’re ready, you’ll talk to him about it. But don’t let not telling him for the sake of the pack, effect the pack… or you. Because your needs are just as important as the needs of the pack. And if anyone tells you different I’ll drive over their foot.”

Isaac chortled instantly, doubling over and shaking until his laughter slowly turned into soft sighs on the verge of sobs. “I need a hug…”

Shaking her head, FJ moved forward to where Isaac was sitting and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. The beta nuzzled his face against her stomach, a couple of silent tears falling from his cheeks onto her shirt, “Thanks for understanding, FJ. I’m glad Derek bought a soccer mom car that Stiles could accidentally magic into life.”