My Heart Is Nuclear

Isaac whimpers in pain as Allison calmly sews his side back up, her fingers and Scott’s pressed over the still gaping wound, physically holding his skin together and his insides in place. The blood on their fingers is more black than red and Allison can’t think about any of that right now, has to breathe and concentrate on stitching him up.
 

Scott shushes Isaac gently, pressing his face into Isaac’s neck. She’s almost done, just a few more centimeters to go, and she’ll be happy to slap some band-aids over her work and curl up against Isaac to help him heal.
 

She finishes the stitches and gets up to grab a washcloth and put away her supplies. Isaac isn’t all there, half delirious, and he whines when she leaves his side. She hears Scott give a growl-like sound from deep in his chest, but it doesn’t sound threatening, and Isaac calms.
 

When she comes back, it takes a few seconds to wipe the blood away and she stands, looking down at her boys and trying to figure out how to get on the couch without disturbing them. Scott gently moves Isaac, picking him up easily and making room for Allison to sit, and when she’s settled Scott gently puts Isaac back down so his head is in her lap.
 

Isaac snuffles and presses his face into her stomach, and through her shirt she can feel that he’s burning. She smooths his curls back, smiling when he gives a soft sigh. Scott moves and situated himself so he’s curled around Isaac’s back and Allison has a brief moment of worry that he’ll fall off the couch, but he seems fine where he is.
 

Derek and Lydia come into the room, Derek cut open and bleeding sluggishly while Lydia is supporting most of his bulk. Scott’s eyes burn red and he growls viciously, sitting up and baring his teeth at them, at Derek. Lydia freezes where she is, staring at Scott, and Allison reaches a hand out to try and calm him. Derek seems to be just as out of it as Isaac, shaking his head as if trying to clear his vision, and Scott is no longer growling but he’s tense and clearly on edge.
 

One of his betas is hurt and there’s another wolf nearby, too close for his comfort, and Allison suspects it’s only his control over himself that is keeping him from attacking. Lydia starts to back away, tugging Derek with her, and after a few moments Derek’s feet move to help her. They vanish into another room and Scott instantly calms, leaning back down to curl around Isaac and her as best he can.
 

She threads one hand into his hair, petting him the same way she’s petting Isaac. Isaac mumbles nonsense and Scott closes his eyes, clearly content. Its late and the couch is comfortable so Allison leans back and closes her eyes.
 

She has no idea where Stiles is, knows he’s with Peter and that worries her but Stiles isn’t helpless, he can handle himself. Isaac will be healed by the time the sun comes up in a few hours and then they can deal with everything happening. For now, she can sleep with her boys and Isaac can heal.
 

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“Stiles, I’m coming to get you.” Derek says into the phone, voice tight and worried.
 

“No, look its okay. He’s fine, it was mostly the wolfsbane taking things too far – it wasn’t him, not completely. You know and I know that he’s not like that usually – the wolfsbane twisted his thinking so he couldn’t reason with himself. He’s fine and tomorrow we have the meet and then we’ll be home. With you. Everything’s fine, Derek, really.” Stiles says and his voice is soothing down the line and Derek eases back into his bed – his bed that still smells like the three of them but only barely – and tries not to panic.
 

“Everything’s fine?” He asks again.
 

“S’not that I hate my life.” Scott mutters into Derek’s neck and they can both hear Stiles’ heartbeat pick up from where it was lulling as he nodded off.
 

“I know.” Derek says and his arm, the one not pillowing Stiles’ head, tightens around Scott’s waist. Stiles hand finds its way back into Scott’s hair, petting and playing with the strands.
 

“Then what is it?” Stiles asks quietly and he shuffles closer to Scott, somehow managing to find a space where they’re not already touching. Stiles’ other hand makes its way to Scott’s stomach, squeezing into the space between Derek and Scott.
 

“Its just hard but its not…things are hard but that’s just the way things are, you know?” Scott says and Derek hums while Stiles kisses along the back of Scott’s neck. “And it was the wolfsbane because I didn’t let you take that flare because it would mean us both dying. I let you take it because Derek wasn’t there to come with us.” Scott says softly and he sounds scared.
 

Derek kisses the top of Scott’s head while Stiles whines in distress. Its odd, but of the two of them, its actually Stiles that acts more wolf-like in some things. Stiles is usually the one that has issues with Derek or Scott sharing clothes with anyone outside of their triangle – the epic fit he threw when Derek had lent a shirt to Boyd and Scott lent some pants to Isaac on the same day had led to one of their more intense moments but that was very much a wolf way of responding to things. Stiles usually is the one that goes wordless when distressed and he craves physical touch, not just in bed, but all the time.
 

Scott’s the one that uses his words and doesn’t bare his neck to either one of them, which is okay because he’s usually the one in charge so he doesn’t need to. Scott was also the one that had the most problems with their arrangement, still clinging to human standards of relationships, and Derek has always been taught that relationships just have to have love. It doesn’t matter how many are in a pairing, as long as there is love and pack and trust. Stiles knew he cared about both of them and didn’t understand why he should have to choose when he could have them both. Scott was the one that had the most hang ups and had to be convinced that this was okay, that there wasn’t anything wrong with what they were doing.
 

Scott tilts his head up for a proper kiss and Derek acquiesces easily.
 

And then there’s wonderful threesome sex where Scott is taken care of and Stiles gives great head while Derek marks Scott up so he knows he has somewhere he belongs and has people he’s important to. There’s Scott clinging to Stiles as Derek ~makes love~ to him while Stiles rides him and peppers kisses all over his face and wherever else he can reach. Then there’s tumbling around in bed for round two and that time has giggling and goofing around and Scott saying cheesy, lovey things while Stiles hides his face out of pleased embarrassment. And while we’re in fantasy land, the Alpha Pack all get killed off by the dark druid, Danny gets told about werewolves and Jackson comes back from London to get slapped by Lydia for up and leaving and Danny even has a go at his best friend for not tell him the truth. And then Lydia, Allison, and Stiles kill Peter and for some reason that means Erica comes back and everything is happy and rainbows and Scott loved by Stiles and Derek and they all have awesome sex.
 

THE END.