#isaacanomaly

The funeral had been stressful enough, but she was a glutton for punishment it seemed, since she followed it up with the wake. Raph kept herself busy. If someone needed a drink, she got it. If they asked about a certain food, she found it. If something got spilled, she cleaned it. Anything to keep busy and to try not to focus on the grief that she had to keep absorbing. It didn’t matter how much she tried to dull her senses, the emotion was too strong even if there was the occasional laughter at a story about something Stiles had done.

Isaac trailed behind her sometimes and she knew he felt awkward. She tried to keep her eye on Jackson, stay close to him too. She’d already extended the invitation for him to stay with them for a little while- she worried about him. He was coming with them after the wake, mostly on her insistence. Raph wanted both he and Isaac close. It was Isaac who hunted her down in the back when she was trying to have a brief moments escape from all the feelings. Her hands shook a little.

He was worried.

She didn’t let herself cave yet. When people started trailing out of the bar, she packed up the food and gave some of it to Pylyp. She hugged the man tight and just barely kept herself in check. He’d been strong for her once, she could do the same for him. Someone made sure to get him home safely and the clean up started. Raph made Derek go home, told him to take care of Scott. She mothered Jackson, sat him down with a drink that she wouldn’t have minded drinking herself before going back to the cleaning.

Isaac caught onto the way her hands were shaking even more now. 

He gave her a broom and dealt with the finer things.

Somehow she drove them all home. All three of them tinged with a tired sadness, almost ready to unravel. At the door, she slipped out of her shoes, too tired to care if Charlie chewed on them. She suspected the dog was still napping, if she hadn’t come running. The empath took Isaac and Jackson’s hands and lead the little party all upstairs. Without the energy to even get out of the nice clothes she’d worn to the funeral, she crawled onto the bed and tugged both males with her.

Scott snatched Isaac’s phone from his hand, launching it into the nearest wall, shattering on impact. “Seriously?” Scott hissed at Isaac. “Are you trying to get us all killed? What the hell is wrong with you, Isaac? Trying to lure Derek out, Liam out, Camden out. What the fuck?” Scott shoved Isaac hard into a wall, growling as his eyes flashed red. This time, he was serious.

THE LONELY ISLAND LYRICS - I Just Had Sex for Raph and Isaac

Oh hey, didn't see you there Guess what I just did? Had sex, undressed Saw her boobies and the rest

I am so sorry for this. Blame the anonymous requester.

Laura dropped her cell phone into the front seat of her shitty beater, glancing around at the street before pulling the heavy chains from her trunk. She heaved them into the door, shutting it behind her. Isaac and Derek were bringing Cam, but she’d chosen to go ahead and set up. Honestly, she’d just not wanted to lead Camden into this. It felt so wrong. She knew that some of them were probably going to get hurt, and that Cam might be one of those to get hurt. Blocking that out, Laura secured the chains to the rings they’d found bolted into the floor. They would be here soon and she’d have to block out the worries and focus on helping.

Would this even work? Would the kanima let go? Or would she have to uphold her end of the bargain and end Camden’s life afterwards? The thought haunted her, as it had since he’d asked her. She knew what it was like to be killed by someone you loved. The last thing Laura wanted was for her face to be the last thing he saw before he died. For her to kill him. She dropped the chains on the floor with a loud metallic racket. Her feet carried her backwards several feet, where she let herself drop to the floor and cross her legs. The feeling of disgust and dread began to well up in the pit of her stomach.

Her hands covered her mouth, and she stared at the glinting chains in front of her. A long sigh escaped her, and she shut her eyes tightly for a long moment. Three heartbeats came into focus soon, and the sound of an engine being cut. A tremor ran through her and she opened her eyes, pushing herself to her feet. She steeled herself. They had to do this. Laura had to keep Isaac safe. She had to make sure Cam didn’t hurt himself or anyone else.

He'd gone to the McCall house in search of Scott, initially- he wasn't really sure what he was headed there for, since he was sure the thing on his mind wasn't about to pass through his lips just yet but at least being around Scott made him feel safe. However, it was Isaac he ended up leaving the house with when Scott wasn't around- going for the run in the preserve was Liam's suggestion but with what he thought was a slightly hesitant look about the suggested location, Isaac had agreed.

Beta bonding.

Whatever. It probably was a good idea to get used to the others in the pack though, figure out who he got along with better and inevitably who was going to annoy him a little more. He actually did like to get along with people but if someone hit the wrong nerve... As long as no one really pissed him off. It was one of his biggest worries as a werewolf.

This time she'd cooked, inviting Isaac rather than scaring him (after scaring herself) and causing him to come and check on her. Pasta. It was always her best dish, since it was her favourite. Once it was done and being kept warm, she got changed, fighting with herself not to be dressy but also to look nice. She'd been a little confused lately, about how things were progressing with Isaac, things she was feeling and little things she had noticed. She did know that she wanted to spend more time with him though.