At The Grave (Teen Wolf: FanFiction)

“I wish you drank, then I could blame it on the booze.  I wish you were crazy, like some kind of mental disorder, then I could blame it on that.  But you weren’t.  You were just mean.  You were just a sadist.  And you scarred me for life,” Isaac said to his father’s tombstone.

Several feet away Stiles stood on the path between grave sites watching his friend speak to the dead.  It was after midnight and they were in a cemetery.  It made him uncomfortable, not just because they were breaking the law or it was at night but because he had seen mystical, supernatural things over the years that gave him reason to be afraid, cautious about where they were and what they were doing.  He would have felt safer if Derek was there with them but he was out on a case.

Isaac shifted on his feet.  They had both been drinking but Isaac was clearly more drunk.  Stiles wanted to move to his friend, pat him on the back, and pull him away.  He saw Isaac take a deep breath to hold up his shoulders.  He heard Isaac unzip his fly, for a moment he thought to yell at him but he stopped himself and instead turned away.  He looked to the flowers by a stranger’s headstone.  He heard the urine hit the ground, splatter among the leaves and blades of grass.  He sighed.  He was a witness to the desecration of holy ground, a man’s grave, and yet he knew that man, Isaac’s father did not deserve any respect.  He did not deserve to be buried here. 

Maybe the body is here but there was a good chance his soul was in Hell, Stiles told himself.  When the sound stopped and he heard Isaac zip back up he looked to his friend who spat on the ground as further insult before making his way to back to where Stiles waited.  Isaac reached out, placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Thank you for bringing me here, and thank you for getting me out of that place.  It was beginning to feel like one big freezer.”

Stiles held his breath after that last word because he knew it had meaning, dark, abusive meaning.  Isaac closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around Stiles who was unprepared for the embrace.  He knew to expect strength but he was unprepared as to just how much would be used.  He grunted to let Isaac know it was too much when he felt Isaac rest his face in his shoulder and begin to cry.  Stiles reached around and began to rub at his back.

“I’m so sorry,” Isaac said.  “Why do I do this?”

“Everything is fine,” Stiles said.  “You know you always have a place with us.  We’ll take care of you.”

Isaac pulled back from his shoulder and looked him in the eye, a faint gleam of yellow there that still made Stiles uncomfortable, especially in a cemetery and so close to the source of pain.  They smiled at each other.

“You must have something you should be doing,” Isaac said.

“No, I’m here for you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, the guys are out tracking someone down and we don’t have any other cases at the moment.  We’ve been doing some bounty hunting to keep up the income.  It’s expensive having your own private detective agency with five mouths to feed.”

“Six,” Isaac said.

“Six,” Stiles replied.

“Let’s get out of here.  This place gives me the creeps.”

Stiles turned and wrapped his right arm around Isaac’s back.  Isaac laid his arm over Stiles’ shoulder.