As soon as Isaac reached the building he regretted ever leaving the McCall house. He could hear three heart beats inside, Derek, Cora, and Peter. Cora was doing her best to repress a laugh at Derek and Peter's current tiff. Once he was inside and reached the door he debated on whether or not he should knock but they could already sense he was there so he just opened the door. Cora was curled up on the couch with a book, Peter was sitting near the window and Derek was pacing the room in annoyance. Peter gave him a slightly inquisitive yet knowing turn of the head, Cora smiled softly, and Derek ignored him.

"Derek can we talk…in private?" Isaac leaned against the doorway, waiting for some snarky remark from Peter. Derek stopped his pacing to look at Isaac but Cora was the one to speak first.

"That's probably a good idea Derek. You could use some fresh air." Derek studied her face for a moment before grabbing his jacket and breezing past Isaac. He closed the door and quickly followed after Derek.

Once they were out of the building Derek led him into the trees, they walked at a fast pace until he was sure they were out of range from any prying ears. Isaac sat down on a large rock and looked up into the trees. When he looked down again Derek was staring at him, annoyed scowl still on his face.

"So…are you okay?" Derek looked down at his arms and chest, seeming to be looking for wounds, and then shrugged. "You know what I mean…" Derek sighed softly as he rubbed the annoyed expression off of his face.

"I'm fine Isaac. Is there something that you want?"

"No. I don't want anything from you." Isaac angrily got up from the rock and tried to walk away but Derek grabbed his arm.

"Why did you even come here then?" Isaac ripped his arm free from Derek's grasp and took a step back.

"I don't know. I mean it's not like I thought you were dead or anything! Why would I care…when you don't even give a shit?" Isaac started walking away again.

"Wait…" It was barely a whisper but it stopped Isaac. "I'm healed and I don't really want to talk about it…" Isaac turned back, letting his anger go, and sat back down on the cold stone.

"Okay." After a short silence Derek sat down next to him.

"How are you…with Scott?"

"Good, it's nice." Isaac couldn't help but smile at the burst of jealousy that rolled off of Derek's shoulders.

"I'm surprised Scott let you go with him that night."

"I couldn't let him go alone…His plans never go the way he wants."

"True…" Derek watched Isaac picking a thread out the hem of his shirt. "Boyd told me about the bus and that hotel… it sounded like even when everyone else was out control you didn't…"

"Try to kill myself?" Derek nodded and Isaac averted his eyes. "Yeah I uh I just thought I was having another dream…So I- I've felt all of that before, I just anchored myself waiting…waiting for someone to wake me up."

"It's good that Stiles was there to…wake you up from that."Isaac laid back on the rock, looking up at the dark sky.

"Yeah Stiles and Lydia saved the day…well night I guess." Derek lay back, letting their shoulders touch, watching their breath float into the night.

"I…about that night…well you…" Derek wished he had never opened his mouth; Isaac could smell the guilt on him and knew what he was trying to say.

"I get it now…from what Deucalion tried to make you do to Boyd, I get why you don't want me around. You don't have to apologize or anything…"

"It feels like I should…I'm just not good at that."

"You don't have to say it I can tell so don't worry about it."

"But I should have never thrown that glass…you should never forgive me. I wouldn't forgive me." Isaac turned to his side and rested on his elbow.

"At least you regret it which is more than I can say for…" Isaac couldn't finish his thought out loud.

"Still…" Derek's guilt turned to surprise and relief when he looked over to see Isaac smiling.

"Still, I want you to forget about it…No one would ever believe me if I told them about this." Derek furrowed his brows.

"About what?"

"About you, like this. Caring…it's sweet." Derek sat up and turned to him.

"Sweet? Really?" Isaac lay on his back again.

"Endearing actually." Derek laughed before he reached out and ran his fingers in a soft circle over Isaac's hand. Isaac jumped at first but then he turned his hand over letting his finger tips trace along the veins in Derek's wrist.

"You're right. No one would believe you…no one makes me want to talk about my…you know…feelings like you." Isaac smiled.

"I think it's because I can always feel what's going on with you regardless if you talk about it or not. Like right now…you aren't really listening…you just want to kiss me." Isaac could have sworn he saw a blush on Derek before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to his neck, jaw, cheek and then finally his lips. Isaac deepened the kiss, never wanting it to end. Derek pulled away and kept his head down.

"Wait I have to tell you…"

"About Ms. Blake?" Derek looked at Isaac surprised. "I know, She's hot I get it."

"How did you know that?"

"Intuition…and last class she smelled like you."

"And you're not…mad?"

"Nope, a little jealous maybe but I'm not mad." Derek sighed leaning down again, running his thumb over Isaac's bottom lip. Nothing took Isaac's pain away quite like that empathetic lustful gaze.

"You're too-" Isaac grabbed Derek shoulder, silencing him.

"Just kiss me okay?" Derek closed the space between them giving Isaac what he wanted. He didn't smell mad or jealous he only smelled sad or…lonely. It was hard to tell the two scents apart. The intensity of the kiss made Derek want to tell him something he never thought he would.

"Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night...thinking I hear or sense you there, needing me to wake you or help you find your way back from that…darkness in your mind." The words punched a hole in Isaac's chest; he often searched for Derek when he was lost in a nightmare. Derek was rough and impulsive and hurt but underneath all of that his heart was warm and kind. So he leaned up, planting gentle kisses along his collar bone.

"Please…please stop talking like you miss me…it makes this all harder. I can't pretend these moments with you are just the best dreams I have ever had when you say things like that. Draw me out of this nightmare and give me a sweet dream to remember in the darkness…even if it's just for tonight because it might be the last we spend together." Derek wrapped his arms around Isaac, pulling him close, holding on because he knew sometime soon he would be slipping through his fingers. After all this was just a dream between them.