Surprise

“Who told you?” The boys are now sitting on Jackson and Nate’s beds. “Was it Stiles?”

“Stiles?” Isaac looks genuinely confused. “You do know Stiles kind off still hates my guts for taking so much of his Scott Time back in junior year, right? Stiles doesn’t talk to me.”

“I’m pretty sure it was Scott.” Nate says. “He called the other day, yelled at me and told me to keep him updated on you.”

Jackson takes a sip from his soup. “You didn’t think you should’ve told me?”

Nate shrugs and Isaac tells Jackson who told him. “Scott told me, who heard from Kira, who found out from Derek and Stiles told Derek.”

“Fuck Stilinski.” Jackson feels Isaac sniffing him.

“You smell you’re already doing that.” A hint of jealousy can be heard in Isaacs voice.

Jackson rolls his eyes. “My nightmares never stopped Isaac.”

Isaac pulls Jackson closer to his chest, if he wasn’t so tired and the pack would be around, Jackson might’ve fought to stay put, but now he just gives in and leans against Isaacs chest, while the other boy wraps his arms around him. “Fuck Jax, I’m so sorry.”

“It is what it is right.” Jackson tries to play it off, knowing damn well that they’ve not been as bad as they are now since Jackson moved to London. “But, yeah Stiles and I share a bed, so he can keep me anchored. It doesn’t work they I would if it were you, but it does the job.”

“It used to do the job you mean.” There’s no way Nate is gonna let Jackson get away with not telling Isaac how bad the nightmares have become.

“What do you mean Nate?” Isaac asks, what is Jackson hiding from him.

Sorry, Nate mouths to Jackson, “Since a month or two the nightmares are so much worse. We all sleep in the same bed most nights, which most of the time gets Jackson settled enough to sleep, but never for long. Most of the time he’s turned, like werewolf turned, within 30 minutes maybe?”

Isaac gets from behind Jackson and looks at him with big eyes. “They weren’t even that bad back in London.”

“They were, before you came they were.” Jackson can’t even look up at Isaac, not wanting him to feel sorry for him.

Isaac lets out a deep breath, “Why didn’t you tell me Jax?”

“Because it’s none of your business.”  

Isaac keeps staring at Jackson, he looks hurt and confused. Nate decides this is his que, it’s time for him to go and let them talk it out.

As Nate makes his way out of the dorm, he hears Isaac say “How is it not my business?!”

-

“Wait you guys lost Isaac?” Scott is skyping with Ethan and Danny. “How do you lose Isaac?”

“I don’t know dude, he left at the same time as Derek and we thought he was going to his friends, because they were going to celebrate him finally turning 18. He never showed up at the bakery, where they were gonna meet up.” Danny explains.

“We’re not like really worried or anything, it’s Isaac, he’ll be fine.” Ethan adds.

“I am.” Malia pops up next to Scott. “Stiles is calling Derek to see if he knows anything.”

“Look I think Isaac will turn up at some point, I am worried, but let’s not expect the worst.” Scott says. They all agree not to worry too much, because Derek probably knows where he is.

Stiles enters the room “Der said he doesn’t know where Isaac is, but he has a feeling.”

Scott raises his brows and looks at Stiles. “And what does that feeling say?”

“Jackson.” Stiles tells.

“Why would he be with Jackson? This is his free weekend, he loves his free weekend.” Ethan asks confused.

“Oh but it is Tylan free.” Stiles says pulling a face that implies sex. “Ty is at the den. Isaac asked Derek to take him there, because apparently someone told Isaac that Jack isn’t doing all that great.”

All eyes land on Scott. “What? He deserved to know.”

“No Scott, he fucking doesn’t! Jackson didn’t want him to know.” Stiles is a bit angry with his best friend. “Jackson doesn’t owe Isaac shit, they aren’t together and they aren’t really talking either.”

Stiles knew it was a bad move to yell at the young alpha, it didn’t really hit him tough, not till Scott let out a growl.

“How am I supposed to know that if none of you ever tell me anything?!” Scott did have a point, they should probably start communicating with him more. “I’m so fucking done with you guys not telling me shit and then getting mad at me if I give people the wrong information. If it wasn’t for Kira, I still wouldn’t know what’s going on in MY pack!”

“Fucking hell Scott!” Stiles yells. “Jackson told me not to, he knows you’d tell Isaac. Which would lead to Isaac feeling bad for Jackson and coming to see him, which would be really awkward.”

“Why would that be awkward? They’re pack.” God Scott could be so oblivious some times.

“Because, Scott, Isaac would smell that Jackson reeks of me.” Stiles informs Scott.

“Why would Isaac reek of you?” Smell like Stiles, sure, Scott would get that. Reeking however would mean they share a bed, which would be weird, since Stiles is dating Malia.

“Because ever since he turned into a werewolf, he’s been having nightmares from his time as a Kanima.” Stiles always has a hard time talking about the nightmares. “Isaac was the one that kept him anchored for a while, but since he isn’t at college with us, I sleep in the same bed as him to keep him a bit anchored.”

“Oh yeah that makes sense, I might’ve assumed you were cheating on Lia.” Stiles rolls his eyes and hits his best friends against the back of his head.

-

Jackson truly doesn’t know how they end up here, one second they’re fighting and the other they’re making love. Now they lie spooned in Stiles and his bed, Isaac obviously being the big spoon, whispering sweet nothing in Jacksons ear.

“You should’ve told me, I can’t have you let yourself waste away.” Isaac’s voice is so soft and calming. “You mean to much for me.” His heartbeat doesn’t speak, but for some reason Jackson thought it would.

“’m sorry, I don’t want you to worry about me.” He doesn’t want anyone to worry about him, he’ll be okay. What ever is going on, he’ll get through it.

Suddenly Isaac turns and now he’s sitting on top of Jackson “But I do, I always do Jackson. There isn’t a day that goes by without me wondering what you’re doing and how you are feeling.”

A small close lipped smile appears on Jackson’s face and he reaches up with on hand, which he rests on Isaac’s cheek. “Don’t.” he brushes his thump over the taller mans cheek. “I’ll be fine.”

Isaac doesn’t believe Jackson, not even for a second. The freckled boy looks bad, his skin is pale, his cheeks have fallen in just the littlest bit and he has dark bags under his eyes. “You promise?”

Jackson nods “I promise.”

Isaac leans in and presses his lips to the left side of Jackson’s lips. “Don’t lie to me.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

Isaac rolls his eyes, “Come on we have to shower and change the sheets. I don’t think Stiles would enjoy sleeping in our… well this.”

Jackson snickers “Yeah he probably wouldn’t.” Isaac holds two towels and a change of clothes in his hands as he stands at the door. “Well what are you waiting for? The showers are on the other side of the hall.”

“You, obviously.”

“Isaac, they’re public bathrooms.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Jackson feels his face reddening, they had done it once, back in London. Jackson was pregnant so he totally blames the hormones, he just couldn’t help jumping Isaac in the locker room, okay?!