tampered | love will keep us together

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love will keep us together

When; Thursday, Sept. 12th
Rating; PG-13, most likely, will modify if this changes
Characters; Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey
Summary; Scott and Isaac are long overdue for a hangout outside of pack politics.
Log;

Today is the day of the McCall-Lahey Reunion Tour.

It should feel weird that the day after he rekindles things with Allison temporarily, that he's planned on surprising Isaac. It's no secret that things have been strained between them what with Scott having to hold things back from everyone and generally feeling displaced. He's not used to so much being in flux and, plainly, different than he remembered. But, if there's one thing he's gotten good at, it's adapting.

If only becoming an alpha hadn't screwed with that so much.

He's told himself today isn't about pack, or strained friendships, or uncertainty. Today is a throwback day to the times of the McCall-Lahey union. At one time, Scott felt Isaac was like a brother. They hung out, they talked. He helped Isaac prank the alpha twins. Without knowing it, Isaac not only became his beta, but something deeper. He became a really good friend. It was different than it was with Stiles. Because, Stiles is like a blood brother but Isaac is like an adopted brother who he never wanted to see hurt. And if he did see him hurt, he wanted to do anything he could to make him feel better.

He felt like lately, he wasn't able to.

But, before he and Allison had made what might've been a mistake, she'd given him great advice.

Stop trying to be the alpha and start trying to be their friend that would do anything for them.

That was the gist, anyway. So, when he woke up the next morning, he resolved to do just that. He had to accept that things were how they were. Stiles and Derek were together and Stiles was keeping it from him. His feelings about how crazy that was aside, he knew Stiles was safe and in some ways happy. Allison and Isaac had a connection that he'd perhaps violated or ignored. He feels a little guilty about that and that also might be what fuels his idea this morning.

Maybe. Probably.

At about ten/ten-thirty, Scott slips inside Isaac's room and puts a hand on the covers ontop of him. He shakes him gently.

"Isaac. Wake up." Today's going to be fun. He pushes away the thought, It has to be and simply resolves to let everything else fall away. Today is the McCall-Lahey Reunion Tour.

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Of course he did. This was their day. Also, sorry, Isaac, Scott was already in swim trunks.

"Bring a change of clothes!" he says, coming up with a great idea. He'd brought his own, just in case. "We can shower and change at my place." That made sense. So they wouldn't be sandy all day.

Definitely made sense. That or Scott was going to knock him out, tie him up and effectively they'll live together again. He places his cup of coffee down, finally shaking off the last remnants of his tiredness, he grabs swim trunks but doesn't put them on because they'd be weird to walk around in. Settling for sweats while stuffing the shorts, a pair of jeans and an extra t-shirt into his bag. Lastly he pulls on a zip-through jacket before coming back into the kitchen, drinking his coffee before pouring another and staring at Scott over the cup's rim.

"I'm guessing I'll need the caffeine."

Scott waits again, preferring to scroll through the network of videos and texts. And then Isaac is back and not being a freaking girl in getting ready.

"It is an all day adventure." To confirm his suspicions, anyway. "Ready or do you need another cup?"

If he could avoid judgement he would probably have labored over the decisions he was making, thrown in some scarves etc. But this was Scott, who perpetually looked like he'd just climbed out of bed and grabbed the first thing he could from his wardrobe, Isaac didn't really need to make the effort.

"Nope, I think I'm good. Don't think you could handle me after three cups."

That narration is rude. Scott's muscles and v-necks should be enough for you, but no. At least this shirt isn't wrinkled. Small miracles!

"You'd be surprised how much of you I can handle." And after a second. "... You know what I mean." A smirk. "Come on."

He leads the way out of the house, grabbing his bag to start their walk back into the City.

"Am I interrupting any plans you made?" If he says yes, he'll take a step back plans-wise! But, he hopes Isaac is as free as a bird.

Scott keep saying things like that and he'll have to stand in some pretty interesting angles to avoid... problems. "Plans? No. I'm all yours." Wow that sounded pretty bad too, he totally isn't surrendering himself unto Scott.

He keeps pace with Scott, throwing his bag over one shoulder with a happy grin on his face.

"Just what I like to hear!"

This day is just going to get worse. He's staying on the path even though, usually, when he goes he takes straight lines through the trees and brush. Scott has his bag slung over his shoulder as they walk.

"I think today's going to be epic."

A smiling Isaac is a happy Isaac, so its pretty evident that he must be ecstatic considering the grin attached to his face. "With the two of us finally hanging out, I mean really hanging out... not solving drama or setting up animal shelters I'd be surprised if it was anything else." Because hopeful optimism is the way to go. They should set up no-go topics while they still have the chance.

"Thanks," he replies, fake frowning. "See if I ever invite you into the clinic," he adds, shooting him a look. "But, thanks again for coming in that day." Getting back to the nice. "It really helped me."

Turning as the path turns.

"But, today isn't about the clinic. Or... drama. It's us. It's our day," he explains, giving him a warmer look. Scott and Isaac." He grins. They needed this.

"Maybe I'm just not as in to animals as you are? I mean they're cool and everything but I'm surrounded by enough beasts." Yep, definitely went there with a snarky grin.

"Our day... let's see how long it lasts. With our luck? The City will burn down by lunch." But it sounded nice, Scott and Isaac, their day...

"You make me sound like I'm into bestiality," he says, yes, finally committing the word to memory. Especially after that awkward moment with Stiles. "It is something to live with Stiles," he adds, continuing the joke.

"The City won't burn down." After a few more minutes, they make it out of the forest into the City proper. "Want to drop stuff off at my apartment? Or, do you want to get burritos and then go to the beach? And before you say, I don't know, you have to make a decision. Gun to your head, go."

He just grins. "No comment."

His grin disappears and turns into a look of deep concentration because decision time, he even stops walking. The art of multitasking lost to him. "Your place, burritos, beach."

"Right answer!" Scott doesn't badmouth his best friend. He just doesn't.

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" He gives him a look before turning in the direction of his apartment. "So, it's our day. What do you want to talk about?"

"Wait so I have to pick conversation topics too?" He sighs. "What do you wanna talk about, I already made one big decision. Too many and I'll faint." Plus he wanted to know what Scott might have on his mind.

"You can't faint. We haven't actually done anything." But, he looks front as they walk. "Did you see me this weekend?"

"I totally could..." He smiles though while he walks before he becomes slightly perplexed. "Did I see you? Uh, no... I went pretty much underground when I heard about the curses flying around."

"Everyone said I was..." He looks at Isaac. "Older." He waits for that to sink in. "Way, way older." He looks front again as they turn and approach the building he lives in. "But, I don't remember any of it."

"You were older? Dude can't believe I missed it, I kinda turned off my device..." Because to Isaac it seemed amusing.

"I was older. Like, forty. My mom was so proud but she wouldn't tell me anything else. I asked if he said anything or told her anything. She just gave me this knowing look." He shrugs. "I can't believe I missed it. Think the universe would've exploded if I'd met myself?"

"It was probably you but uh, aged up, it wouldn't have worked like that. Maybe you just have amnesia from it?" Very confusing nonsense.

"She said it wasn't just physically. I'd lived for forty years." It's crazy to him that even when the best things happen, he's not even here. He unlocks the door to the building and heads down the hall. "I thought maybe I'd talked to you. Maybe I should ask Stiles..."

"Weird..." Because that was literally what it was. "I'd have liked to meet forty year old you, coulda asked if he knew me still."

"Really weird," he confirms reaching his apartment door and unlocking it. "Maybe he'll be back." He says, looking back at him before making his way inside. "We can put the stuff in my room." Without pausing, he leads him to it, the door already open. "So, this is my room." He drops his bag down.

He looks around Scott's room, suddenly surprised that he hasn't been in there yet. "Oh, your room... how exciting." No, his voice isn't dripping with sarcasm not at all. He throws his bag onto Scott's bed before turning to face him. "You needa grab anything before we go?"

After a second, his hands come to Isaac's shoulder.

"This count?" After a second he lets go. "Come on," he adds again, heading back out to the front door. In search of burritos!

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