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"Motherfff..."

Isaac figures this has to be some kind of retribution or revenge or something that the universe is conspiring against him because he's been avoiding Beacon Hills to try not to cope with the weird shit and instead, it happens to him here, again. After the last time he'd spent a few weeks as a girl, he's pretty sure it's the one thing that makes him distrust the hotel and maybe the one thing that makes him think that hiding out here isn't as safe as he wants to think it is and yeah, maybe he should go home.

Right now, though, he's coping with the fact that he'd jogged inside from his run, walked through the front door, of all places, and suddenly his clothes are too big again and the hair is all over his face and one quick glance down shows him yup, he's got a rack again.

Isaac tips his head to the ceiling, frustration singing through him as he wonders why the hell he can't just get a normal sign from the universe, like a signed note or something. Hell, even a voicemail would've been nice, but instead he's got to deal with this.

Letting out a frustrated breath, Isaac hikes his way to the nearest sofa and sits down so he can bend over to retie the sneakers that are suddenly way too big for his feet. He'd wandered in and out of the front door, but nothing. At this point, he's wondering if maybe the only thing that will let him go back to normal is going back to Beacon Hills.

He needs to find the door first and right now, he needs to fix his shoes and get a ridiculous amount of hair out of his face. He blows strands of it out of his eyes with the force of sheer frustration, blinking rapidly when his vision clears and he finds that he's so not alone.

"Uh, hey?" Isaac offers, peering down and slapping a hand to his chest when his tank top is way more revealing than it was when he left for his run. Cheeks flushed red, he lets out another vivid curse under his breath and slumps back against the padded couch. "I'm not trying to flash you, I swear."

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This has to be some kind of universal fuck you to Isaac. Like, it can't be anything but one, because not only is he suffering through this again, but Scott McCall of all people is purposely averting his eyes to not look down Isaac's shirt because, you know, him suddenly having tits is an actual concern. Isaac hauls the tank top up to cover everything, eyes wide with the horror he feels is pretty much necessary in this situation.

"Hey," Isaac says, sighing heavily. "You can look, now. They're gone. They won't jump out and eat you or anything." Not that Isaac would put that past this insane place, not after everything he's been through.

Scott actually laughs at that, bemused.

"I wasn't worried about that, but thanks."

He almost wouldn't be surprised either, but getting attacked by a homicidal pair of boobs definitely isn't something he'd thought to worry about before. Or, honestly, wants to add to the list basically ever. When he arrived at the hotel, he just had the clothes on his back, but since then he's ended up buying some stuff so he's not wearing the exact same thing every day or anything. Right now he has a denim jacket on over a plaid T-shirt, and he gives the sleeves a pointed tug as he turns back to the girl.

"You can borrow this if you want."

Isaac grabs for the jacket before Scott can think twice about the offer, sliding into it and hauling it shut over his chest. He figures he should just be honest and upfront about this before Scott actually takes a deep sniff and figures things out. It's embarrassment now or embarrassment later, Isaac figures, and he should just lean into it.

"Scott, dude, it's me," he says, focusing as best as he can to get his eyes to change without the claws coming out, but he can't stop them since being a girl and a wolf is something he still hasn't mastered. "Remember when I said this place was weird? I definitely, definitely meant it."

Scott's surprised about how demanding the girl is about the jacket — not like he minds, especially when he offered — until she speaks up. It takes a minute to click who me is, between the complications of his own jacket obscuring some of the scent, the fact that she looks totally unfamiliar, and oh yeah she's a girl —

before his mouth opens wide in a perfect circle and he doesn't even try to hide it this time.

"Isaac?"

Oh, God. No, he's not going to freak out. He's not going to freak out. He's definitely freaking out.

Edited 2014-07-21 02:43 (UTC)

"Surprise," Isaac deadpans, fidgeting with the jacket to get it tighter around him so he can crouch down and tie the shoes, even though they're still flopping around with the sudden shoe size change. He peers up at Scott from where he's knelt over, still pretty lanky but like he was before the bite, without much grace. "Hey, which way did you come in?" he asks, suddenly hoping maybe he can figure out a way to get back to normal without having to spend weeks like this again.

He's staring at Isaac, like he's not completely sure this isn't just some girl who smells a lot like him and happens to also be a werewolf and know his name. He's not sure which would be weirder. Living in Beacon Hills has kind of gotten him used to a lot of weird stuff, but this has to take the cake, which is why there's a pause before Scott has to visible unscramble his brain well enough to answer.

"There," he says, gesturing at a door a ways down the hallway to their left. It doesn't look any different from the doors next to it, but of course that doesn't mean anything here. "Why?"

New worry to add: any one of these doors might turn him into a girl. It's enough to make him think twice before going through any doorway, like the possibility of walking out in the middle of a zombie apocalypse or free-for-all dinosaur world wasn't enough.

"Because maybe I'll get lucky," Isaac says, heading for the door Scott had pointed to, opening it and striding through only to find that no, he's still a girl, he's still in bad-fitting clothes, and he's still trying not to go beet red thinking Scott is staring at him. He gets it, this is weird, he understands, but it's not like he can control any of this.

Nothing. The door does nothing.

Isaac makes a face and sags back against the wall, feeling kind of out of options and a little sick to the stomach at having to dig out girl clothes again. "This sucks," he complains. "I have the worst control of my wolf when I'm like this," he admits, but maybe now that his alpha is around (whichever one that is, lately) will help this time.

Scott follows Isaac about halfway up to the door, not entirely unlike a puppy following someone around on instinct. He stops, partly because he notices that, and partly because he's feeling a little wary of doors now that he's seen what they just did to Isaac. If the door turns Isaac back, the last thing they need is another game of find-the-door because Scott got affected too. But it doesn't, and Scott pulls a sympathetic face at Isaac's clear unhappiness.

He sucks in a breath at the mention of control — he hadn't even thought of that.

"Too bad Cora isn't here," he says with half a smile. "She'd know how to help with that."

She'd actually probably laugh her ass off and have something sarcastic and kinda unhelpful to say. Hales.

"Maybe Derek knows?"

Isaac's laugh is strangled and sounds a little choked. He's having trouble being around Scott while being a girl, he feels like he'd want the Earth to open up and swallow him whole if Derek got involved in this. "Oh my god," he protests, words tense. "Let's mark that as last resort, okay? I'm not sure I can cope with Derek trying to lead me through the changes in my body."

Scott's been doing his best to take the situation seriously, which isn't that hard given how freaked out Isaac is. The scent coming off his distress kind of feels like a fizz of electricity, almost invisible but definitely there and keeping Scott on edge. But when Isaac says all that — it's not malicious, he swears, but Scott can't help bursting out laughing.

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"Fuck you," Isaac spits out, even if there isn't much actual heat to it. After all, it's not like Scott is the one to blame in any of this, but he still feels like it's not fair that he's getting laughed at because of the fact that Derek is pretty much a miserable person when it comes to the womanly changes of the body. "I hope this happens to you, just to pay for that."

He totally deserved that, but he cuts off and shoots Isaac a horrified look anyway.

"What! No way." But after a beat, he shifts apologetically and says, "Sorry."

He'd be pretty mad too if he were in Isaac's shoes and someone started started laughing at him (not naming any names Stiles who absolutely would). But that brings him right back to how he has no idea what to do about this, and how it doesn't look like Isaac does either.

"So...you're stuck like this until you walk through the door again?"

Edited 2014-07-23 04:19 (UTC)

Isaac nods, feeling like he's probably in for another few weeks, at this rate. "Last time it happened, I was like this for three weeks. I've got clothes in my room," he admits, with a faintly miserable edge to the words. He rubs a hand over his hip idly, trying to get used to the new angles and shape of his body while trying not to pay too much attention to it. "I think maybe after I figure this out, it's time to get back to Beacon Hills," he admits.

Three weeks. Scott winces in sympathy at the thought because, wow, talk about things sucking, especially considering that Isaac might not have had anyone else from home around at all. And that makes him take the whole situation more seriously: Scott's the support he has, so he'd better act like it.

The admission makes him blink, though, surprised.

"You want to go back home?"

Isaac's kind of not sure anymore. It's a bit like pain -- enough time passed and you forget how bad it was. Isaac's been at the Nexus for steady months at this point and he's starting to forget why he's hiding out, but it's really difficult to forget how his body keeps getting messed with. "I guess," Isaac says, still slightly unsure. "I mean, I think so. I'm tired of being on my guard here. I might as well be at home where I don't have to worry about the front door turning me into a girl."

He pries at the jacket. "I need to change," he admits, gesturing for his room. "I feel like even with your jacket, I'm flashing people."

"Yeah, but — " is as far as Scott gets before stopping himself with a frown.

When Isaac had first talked about staying here, wanting it over going home, it'd sounded kind of weird to Scott. Like, if that was Isaac's choice then he respected and stood by it. But home is home, right? An interdimensional space hotel isn't really the kind of place he'd choose over Beacon Hills. Scott hasn't thought about it since, but he is now; and the weirdest part is, he has gotten used to this place. Sure, he'll never get used to opening a door and finding himself in some part of history or space or changed like Isaac has been. Sure, he misses his mom, and Stiles, and his boss, and a ton of other people — a lot, every day.

But he doesn't miss the danger. He doesn't miss the ever-present fear of Deucalion and the other alphas, and of the darach, and of psycho hunters, and always being afraid of another attack or murder or both. He'd told Stiles once that he just wanted a semi-freaking-normal life, talked to Allison about what if he could find a cure, but he doesn't talk like that anymore because he gets what a stupid dream that is.

Except now a semi-freaking-normal life has fallen into his lap, and he didn't even realize it until now.

He lets Isaac change the topic, though, as surprised by this revelation as Isaac would probably be if he actually voiced it. If Isaac wants to go home, then he should go home, and Scott doesn't have any business stopping him or even refusing himself.

Besides, the whole being a girl thing is kind of a bigger problem.

"You said you have clothes in your room, right? Let's go."

Isaac gives Scott a grateful smile, tugging the jacket tighter around himself and finding it completely weird how much it covers. He'd been skinny and lanky before, but now he feels like everything's gone more angled. "Yeah, pretty sad, but I do," Isaac agrees, nodding down the hall to where his room is. He feels really uncomfortably awkward and being still tall and not knowing how to control his body.

This is pretty much like the opposite of getting the bite. It's all limbs and flailing. "If I walk into a wall, just...you know, pretend you don't know me and keep walking," Isaac advises. "It feels like that kind of day."

"Pretty prepared," Scott offers. Not that he'd want to trade positions with Isaac in this case, but at least they don't have to do any awkward emergency shopping. They'd definitely need Allison's help with that, though the thought makes him miss Lydia. Weird as it all is, she'd probably jump at the opportunity to get them all dressed up.

Scott has to laugh at the suggestion, but only for about a second before he shakes his head. "Don't worry about it. Uh, honestly, I'd be more worried about the wall."

But let's not get into all the property damage he caused before he really got control of the wolf.

Isaac makes a face that he's sure looks strange considering he's not used to feminine features. "Trust me, I kind of ruined a lot of furniture the first time this happened," Isaac promises, raising his hands up. "I couldn't get my claws to go away for a while," he admits, glad that this time, it seems to be controlled.

When he gets to his room, he digs out his key and uses his hip to push inside. His room's a mess here, about the same as he'd kept it at home (if he can call it home, given that Scott's house was a great place to stay, but he's not sure it was home). "Here," Isaac offers, taking the jacket off before he grabs a pile of clothes, heading for the bathroom. "Last time this happened, no one from home was here," Isaac explains from behind the mostly closed door. "I guess I'm not living this one down, huh?"

That's — scary, actually. Scott can't help worrying about the newer wolves' control, since he remembers all too well how hard it was for him to learn it.

"What about your anchor?" he asks, following Isaac into his room. "Did Derek ever talk to you about that?"

He grabs his jacket when Isaac tosses it his way, putting it on as Isaac goes to change too.

"Uh," he says, laughs slightly, "if we see Stiles around here, I promise not to tell him?"

It's definitely a question, because he's used to telling Stiles about everything. But if it'd bother Isaac — and Stiles is a lot less likely to let him live this down than say, Derek or Scott or even Allison.

Isaac can't help his dark snort, staring at the clothes in his hands for a long moment. He changes into the better-fitting t-shirt and jeans with no real care for how rumpled they look, tying up the hair and heading back into the main room. "I was able to control myself by the second full moon thanks to my anchor," he says bitterly. "Good ol' Dad."

"Your anchor is your dad?"

It doesn't even occur to Scott to try reining in that disbelief.

"Yup," Isaac says, letting that 'p' pop with disbelief and irritation because it's not like he's super happy about that, either. He heads back out into the main room, dressed properly now, but still a girl and none of the doors seem to be fixing that. He gives Scott a wary look, not sure how much he knows about him. "When Derek chained us up, in the subway car, it was easy to remember being human because it wasn't even close to the first time I've ever been chained up."

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