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cityofsinspamalot } Can't Control your Dreams
Mar. 20th, 2016 05:52 pmOf course she knew he was still at Google. Scott, his dad... anyone would have told her that years after they broke up Stiles was still a Googler and that the googliness ran strong in him. He's sitting in his office across from Lyle, headphones on and working away on an app when there was a hand waving in front of his face.
Blinking, Stiles sat back and looked up at Billy who is wearing the smuggest grin on his face. Something was up, and he dropped his headphones to his neck. "What's up?"
"You got a guest. And man, she is hot. You're going to introduce me to her, right?"
Confused, he turned in his seat. "What do you mean I have a..."
That was when he saw her standing and chatting with Nehaa in a tight red dress and heels that made her legs go on for miles. She was laughing at something the other woman said, and then turned to look at him. He stood up quickly, making for the door...
... only to get choking on his headphones and fall backwards onto the floor with a hard thump. The girls saw and laughed, as did anyone else who heard the sound and looked over in their see-through office space to find Stiles scrambling back up off the floor and tossing his headphones onto the desk. "Smooth, Stiles," Billy laughed and went to pat the younger man on the back. "Go get her."
He made his way down the hall, dusting himself off as he walked and took off his glasses to hang them off his pocket. Nehaa slid away back to her office as Stiles drew close, and Cora turned to face him.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"What are you doing here?" Smooth, Stiles. He winced a bit, and watched as Cora bit her lip and looked down, trying not to blush.
"I was in town visiting Mom, and thought it would be nice to see you. Scott said you'd be here."
"Well, yeah. I kinda got married to the company. But it's cool. I'm surrounded by nerds. My people. Totally have Star Wars parties every week."
She laughed at that. "Sounds like nerd heaven."
"Pretty much." He felt a hand on his shoulder and Lyle was there. "Oh, hey boss."
"Just reminding you that your overtime isn't approved for this week, and you're hitting your forty in five minutes. Time to log out."
Stiles blinked, and as Lyle moved past he walked backwards and gave Stiles two thumbs up. He shook his head, and then rubbed at the back of his neck. "Looks like I'm getting kicked out for the rest of the day. Since you came all the way up here..."
"I don't have any plans." Cora's face shined in that moment, like a ball of sunshine coming out from the clouds. "I mean, unless you do..."
"No, I'm free."
That was how they ended up walking along the grounds for awhile before hopping on a Google Bus headed down to San Francisco where his apartment was. They talked about their lives, and how Cora was finishing grad school and debating on where to teach. Stiles talked about his antics with Google and his friends in the area. Eventually they grabbed some dinner at a food truck and found a picnic table that overlooked the Golden Gate Bridge.
"So you still with Tyler?" He had to ask when there was a lull in the conversation. He didn't see a ring on her finger, but the last time he had seen her at Scott's wedding she wasn't alone.
"No, it didn't work out. He just wasn't right for me." Cora looked at the bridge as the sun set and the lights started to turn on. "What about you and... what was her name?"
"Suzanna. Yeah, she um... when she lost the baby she pretty much left me."
"I'm sorry, Stiles."
He shrugged. "Hey, you know, maybe it was for the best. After all, she really was just a rebound relationship. I wasn't ready to get married then."
"And now?"
Stiles looked down at his container and stabbed the food with his fork a bit. "Just haven't found the right girl, I guess."
He watched as she got up and walked around the picnic table, straddling the bench and making him turn to face him. "What if you already had, and she finally realized just how wrong she was, and how much she missed you?"
His mouth went dry at that, and he couldn't find the words to speak. It was words he had been waiting to hear since he was twenty one and had been in his senior year at college. He didn't know what to say - didn't want to ruin the moment - and just watched as Cora leaned down and kissed him as her arms snaked around his neck. He didn't hesitate and kissed her back, deepening the kiss until their bodies were pressed up close as the sky darkened around them.
"Stay," he finally asked as they separated for air. "Please."
"Yes."
It was the cold that finally sent them on their way back to his apartment. They walked with fingers entwined, and once the door was shut behind them those fingers were ripping at clothes that became a trail leading to his bedroom. His body remembered every inch of hers, and soon they were locked together in the most intimate of ways as he pressed inside of her and felt the world explode inside of him as they joined each other in orgasm.
And then it was the sharp pain of fangs in his neck, him tilting his head to the side as his body continued to roll in the waves of pleasure. When he finally came down, he rolled them to their sides and then reached for his neck. "Your uncle is going to kill me," he joked.
"I don't care. You're mine, and I'm never letting you go again."
The beeping of his alarm woke Stiles from his dream. He looked to see that he was in his bed in Palo Alto, and as he shifted he saw Suzanna sitting on the edge of the bed, glaring at her. "What's wrong?"
"You called out for her in your sleep." Her arms were crossed.
He looked at the sheet and sighed. "I can't help what I do in my sleep, Suzanna. You know that."
"Well, I'm not going to listen to my husband calling out another woman's name like he's fucking her in his sleep. You can stay on the couch from now on." With that, she got up and left the bedroom, slamming the door shut, which started the baby in the other room crying. He groaned and leaned back into the pillows again, staring at the ceiling and sighing.
It was just a dream. That's all it would ever be, and he just had to face it one day.
Blinking, Stiles sat back and looked up at Billy who is wearing the smuggest grin on his face. Something was up, and he dropped his headphones to his neck. "What's up?"
"You got a guest. And man, she is hot. You're going to introduce me to her, right?"
Confused, he turned in his seat. "What do you mean I have a..."
That was when he saw her standing and chatting with Nehaa in a tight red dress and heels that made her legs go on for miles. She was laughing at something the other woman said, and then turned to look at him. He stood up quickly, making for the door...
... only to get choking on his headphones and fall backwards onto the floor with a hard thump. The girls saw and laughed, as did anyone else who heard the sound and looked over in their see-through office space to find Stiles scrambling back up off the floor and tossing his headphones onto the desk. "Smooth, Stiles," Billy laughed and went to pat the younger man on the back. "Go get her."
He made his way down the hall, dusting himself off as he walked and took off his glasses to hang them off his pocket. Nehaa slid away back to her office as Stiles drew close, and Cora turned to face him.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"What are you doing here?" Smooth, Stiles. He winced a bit, and watched as Cora bit her lip and looked down, trying not to blush.
"I was in town visiting Mom, and thought it would be nice to see you. Scott said you'd be here."
"Well, yeah. I kinda got married to the company. But it's cool. I'm surrounded by nerds. My people. Totally have Star Wars parties every week."
She laughed at that. "Sounds like nerd heaven."
"Pretty much." He felt a hand on his shoulder and Lyle was there. "Oh, hey boss."
"Just reminding you that your overtime isn't approved for this week, and you're hitting your forty in five minutes. Time to log out."
Stiles blinked, and as Lyle moved past he walked backwards and gave Stiles two thumbs up. He shook his head, and then rubbed at the back of his neck. "Looks like I'm getting kicked out for the rest of the day. Since you came all the way up here..."
"I don't have any plans." Cora's face shined in that moment, like a ball of sunshine coming out from the clouds. "I mean, unless you do..."
"No, I'm free."
That was how they ended up walking along the grounds for awhile before hopping on a Google Bus headed down to San Francisco where his apartment was. They talked about their lives, and how Cora was finishing grad school and debating on where to teach. Stiles talked about his antics with Google and his friends in the area. Eventually they grabbed some dinner at a food truck and found a picnic table that overlooked the Golden Gate Bridge.
"So you still with Tyler?" He had to ask when there was a lull in the conversation. He didn't see a ring on her finger, but the last time he had seen her at Scott's wedding she wasn't alone.
"No, it didn't work out. He just wasn't right for me." Cora looked at the bridge as the sun set and the lights started to turn on. "What about you and... what was her name?"
"Suzanna. Yeah, she um... when she lost the baby she pretty much left me."
"I'm sorry, Stiles."
He shrugged. "Hey, you know, maybe it was for the best. After all, she really was just a rebound relationship. I wasn't ready to get married then."
"And now?"
Stiles looked down at his container and stabbed the food with his fork a bit. "Just haven't found the right girl, I guess."
He watched as she got up and walked around the picnic table, straddling the bench and making him turn to face him. "What if you already had, and she finally realized just how wrong she was, and how much she missed you?"
His mouth went dry at that, and he couldn't find the words to speak. It was words he had been waiting to hear since he was twenty one and had been in his senior year at college. He didn't know what to say - didn't want to ruin the moment - and just watched as Cora leaned down and kissed him as her arms snaked around his neck. He didn't hesitate and kissed her back, deepening the kiss until their bodies were pressed up close as the sky darkened around them.
"Stay," he finally asked as they separated for air. "Please."
"Yes."
It was the cold that finally sent them on their way back to his apartment. They walked with fingers entwined, and once the door was shut behind them those fingers were ripping at clothes that became a trail leading to his bedroom. His body remembered every inch of hers, and soon they were locked together in the most intimate of ways as he pressed inside of her and felt the world explode inside of him as they joined each other in orgasm.
And then it was the sharp pain of fangs in his neck, him tilting his head to the side as his body continued to roll in the waves of pleasure. When he finally came down, he rolled them to their sides and then reached for his neck. "Your uncle is going to kill me," he joked.
"I don't care. You're mine, and I'm never letting you go again."
The beeping of his alarm woke Stiles from his dream. He looked to see that he was in his bed in Palo Alto, and as he shifted he saw Suzanna sitting on the edge of the bed, glaring at her. "What's wrong?"
"You called out for her in your sleep." Her arms were crossed.
He looked at the sheet and sighed. "I can't help what I do in my sleep, Suzanna. You know that."
"Well, I'm not going to listen to my husband calling out another woman's name like he's fucking her in his sleep. You can stay on the couch from now on." With that, she got up and left the bedroom, slamming the door shut, which started the baby in the other room crying. He groaned and leaned back into the pillows again, staring at the ceiling and sighing.
It was just a dream. That's all it would ever be, and he just had to face it one day.
canon au } what have I become?
Feb. 22nd, 2016 02:30 pm
I'm afraid to tell her sometimes about how much I miss the power. I'm afraid if she knew... she would leave.
It's in the nightmares he still has. The voice of the nogitsune whispers in the back of his head, trying to tempt him back and to keep playing the tricks for him. Cora stirs to try and soothe him, but sometimes Stiles just needs to get up and walk off the anxiety. He kisses her shoulder and tells her to stay, and she curls into the warm spot he leaves behind as he walks to his bathroom.
The reflection isn't what it should be. He's covered in blood, and he goes to the mirror to look closer. The face smirks back at him. You can't hide from me, Stiles. You can't lose me.
His fist punches the mirror, and he backs away for his room but the smell is too much that it brings tears to his eyes. He looks in the door and the room is destroyed. Cora lays on the floor, sightless eyes staring at him as blood trails from her blue lips. Her body is torn apart, her heart laying a few feet from the rest of her.
He gives a strangled cry and backs out of the room, and then down the stairs only to find more death. His father impaled on a pipe in the livingroom; Scott in two pieces on the floor not far beyond. He stumbles, trying to find a way out but only stumbles over more and more bodies until he is in the front hall and he looks in the mirror again.
Blood, from head to toe, and he is smiling back to himself and his eyes glow orange while a faint shadow of a foxes' face overlays his own. Time's up. My turn.
Pain blossoms in his chest and he falls to his knees retching. The feeling of the wrappings in his throat start to scratch and he tries to swallow it back down but he can't. They come out on their own, along with a light blue glowing energy. He knows what it is without anyone telling him - his soul.
It was his biggest fear - the nogitsune had made this body and put him in it. There was nothing saying he was going to be allowed to stay. It was all one last trick - a backup plan. A way to survive if they managed to defeat him and live under all their noses until he had regained his strength. Stiles tried to clamp his hand over his mouth to stop it, but he couldn't. Faster, faster... more and more slipping away.
Until it was gone.
Your friend is gone. He is Void.
And that is when he wakes up screaming.
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Not even a Lannisters Send their Regards
Aug. 18th, 2014 07:07 pmThe thing about winter is that the sun still sets early, leaving a person to leave their job in darkness. The parking lot outside of Stilinski Designs was lit only by one street lamp. Stiles, having worked later than normal, was jiggling his keys as he stood with Bill and Lyle for 20 minutes, working out a coding problem they were having before he finally left the office for his car.
"Of course the day we have code issues is the first Monday of the year," he muttered, shaking his keys as he tried to find the right one for the jeep. Just as he finds it, there is a shadow from the light that falls over him, making him look up.
Someone stood there, all in black down to the mouth-less ski mask. The gun aimed at him made Stiles gulp, and he went to raise his hands. "Okay, just take it easy... I'm not going to..."
The gunshot rang out, and Stiles shut his eyes a moment before he felt the impact in his stomach. Time seemed to slow down as his keys slipped from his fingers, and then he fell to his knees He looked back up at the masked person, and they just watched a moment.
"What... not witty line?" Not even a Lannisters send their regards. The masked person just walked away moments before the door to the building opened and Billy and Lyle came running out. Stiles tried to call to them, but he instead looked down at where one of his hands had gone to touch the sore part of his stomach and it came back red.
"Stiles?" Billy took a few steps forward, looking to see if there was anyone else there but the parking lot was now empty. "Stiles!" At that, they both ran to him, and Billy pulled Stiles into him as they knelt beside him, hands going to press into the bleeding wound. "Come on, buddy, stay with us."
Lyle was calling 911, and then while he was talking to them on headset, his fingers were playing on his phone and he knelt down to show Billy the wiki-how on treating gunshot wounds. Billy nodded, going through the checklist and doing his best to keep Stiles conscious and talking to him.
But as the pain started to overcome him, even as he heard the sirens approaching, Stiles gripped Billy's arm. "Tell Dina... and Cora..."
"Nuh uh, you're going to tell them anything themselves," Billy said as he nodded for Lyle to wave the ambulance down. "Just hang on, Stiles."
"Tell them... I love them..." he said, and then he just passed out to the pain.
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Once they were at the hospital, Billy and Lyle were on their phones calling the others. But first, they make the calls to the emergency contacts: Sheriff Stilinski, and Talia Hale. They are both told the same thing: Stiles was shot. Stomach. Didn't see who did it. He's in surgery. Doctors won't tell them anything more. Santa Clarita Midtown Hospital. The cops are coming to talk to them, so they will wait.
And the two will wait, shaken to their bones as they wait for someone to arrive who can get more news.
They had all thought this was over. Was it? Or was it just Stiles being in the wrong place at the wrong time?
"Of course the day we have code issues is the first Monday of the year," he muttered, shaking his keys as he tried to find the right one for the jeep. Just as he finds it, there is a shadow from the light that falls over him, making him look up.
Someone stood there, all in black down to the mouth-less ski mask. The gun aimed at him made Stiles gulp, and he went to raise his hands. "Okay, just take it easy... I'm not going to..."
The gunshot rang out, and Stiles shut his eyes a moment before he felt the impact in his stomach. Time seemed to slow down as his keys slipped from his fingers, and then he fell to his knees He looked back up at the masked person, and they just watched a moment.
"What... not witty line?" Not even a Lannisters send their regards. The masked person just walked away moments before the door to the building opened and Billy and Lyle came running out. Stiles tried to call to them, but he instead looked down at where one of his hands had gone to touch the sore part of his stomach and it came back red.
"Stiles?" Billy took a few steps forward, looking to see if there was anyone else there but the parking lot was now empty. "Stiles!" At that, they both ran to him, and Billy pulled Stiles into him as they knelt beside him, hands going to press into the bleeding wound. "Come on, buddy, stay with us."
Lyle was calling 911, and then while he was talking to them on headset, his fingers were playing on his phone and he knelt down to show Billy the wiki-how on treating gunshot wounds. Billy nodded, going through the checklist and doing his best to keep Stiles conscious and talking to him.
But as the pain started to overcome him, even as he heard the sirens approaching, Stiles gripped Billy's arm. "Tell Dina... and Cora..."
"Nuh uh, you're going to tell them anything themselves," Billy said as he nodded for Lyle to wave the ambulance down. "Just hang on, Stiles."
"Tell them... I love them..." he said, and then he just passed out to the pain.
Once they were at the hospital, Billy and Lyle were on their phones calling the others. But first, they make the calls to the emergency contacts: Sheriff Stilinski, and Talia Hale. They are both told the same thing: Stiles was shot. Stomach. Didn't see who did it. He's in surgery. Doctors won't tell them anything more. Santa Clarita Midtown Hospital. The cops are coming to talk to them, so they will wait.
And the two will wait, shaken to their bones as they wait for someone to arrive who can get more news.
They had all thought this was over. Was it? Or was it just Stiles being in the wrong place at the wrong time?
It was supposed to be a victory day
Jul. 31st, 2014 02:03 pmIt was a closed courtroom that had the final hearing on the Stilinski-Grayson divorce. The evidence against the Grayson family as a whole was damning from the photographs of the attempted kidnapping, the assault charges, the history of abuse... it wasn't hard for the judge to grant the divorce.
It was the terms that shocked Stiles the most: Permanent No Contact order of Protection for him and Dina against the Graysons and any family member or agent on their behalf. Any contact moving forward for Stiles or Dina would be done through the Law Office of Samuel Winchester. Suzanna's parental rights over Claudia Marie were terminated, no visitation by anyone in the family or agents acting on their behalf, and Stiles was given sole custody of his daughter with an order to change her birth certificate to remove the Grayson part of her name and Suzanna from her records.
And then the big one: in order to protect the Stilinski family, alimony and child support would be established as a single lump-sum payment based on the financials of the Grayson family and taking into consideration the medical needs Stiles would continue to face both physical and emotionally at present and in the future, and to support Dina for all her present and future medical and educational needs.
Two Million Dollars. Half kept in trust for Dina until her 18th birthday or graduation from high school, whichever came first. The other half in account for Stiles to use as he deemed necessary to provide for his family. Plus all of Sam's legal fees were paid by the Grayson's.
And that was that. Stiles stood, partially in shock as the team of lawyers left with Suzanna and her father, and then he just turned and hugged Sam tightly. The taller man smiled at Malia, nodding at a job well done, and hugged his client back. "You did it, Stiles. You got your daughter the safety you wanted for her. Now it's time for you both to build a better life."
A plumbing issue had kept Stiles from moving into Allison's father's place right away, so he was still at the Hale house. Things had gotten a bit easier with the anger finally out in the air. But after a long day at court, Stiles was ready to join his daughter for naptime before dinner.
John hadn't wanted to worry Stiles, but the Grayson brothers had made bail and weren't in custody any longer. He warned Talia, but with the protective orders in place, putting a detail on the house wasn't possible without a real threat in the air.
No one realized that out in the desert, deals had been made between the family patriarch and another patriarch - Gerard Argent. Knowing that the Hales were protecting the granddaughter of his good friend, it was easy to help equip the two sons with a chip on their shoulder with the right weapons, and a team of hand picked hunters, to help them give one last message that no one could walk away from the Grayson family and expect to win.
It was the terms that shocked Stiles the most: Permanent No Contact order of Protection for him and Dina against the Graysons and any family member or agent on their behalf. Any contact moving forward for Stiles or Dina would be done through the Law Office of Samuel Winchester. Suzanna's parental rights over Claudia Marie were terminated, no visitation by anyone in the family or agents acting on their behalf, and Stiles was given sole custody of his daughter with an order to change her birth certificate to remove the Grayson part of her name and Suzanna from her records.
And then the big one: in order to protect the Stilinski family, alimony and child support would be established as a single lump-sum payment based on the financials of the Grayson family and taking into consideration the medical needs Stiles would continue to face both physical and emotionally at present and in the future, and to support Dina for all her present and future medical and educational needs.
Two Million Dollars. Half kept in trust for Dina until her 18th birthday or graduation from high school, whichever came first. The other half in account for Stiles to use as he deemed necessary to provide for his family. Plus all of Sam's legal fees were paid by the Grayson's.
And that was that. Stiles stood, partially in shock as the team of lawyers left with Suzanna and her father, and then he just turned and hugged Sam tightly. The taller man smiled at Malia, nodding at a job well done, and hugged his client back. "You did it, Stiles. You got your daughter the safety you wanted for her. Now it's time for you both to build a better life."
A plumbing issue had kept Stiles from moving into Allison's father's place right away, so he was still at the Hale house. Things had gotten a bit easier with the anger finally out in the air. But after a long day at court, Stiles was ready to join his daughter for naptime before dinner.
John hadn't wanted to worry Stiles, but the Grayson brothers had made bail and weren't in custody any longer. He warned Talia, but with the protective orders in place, putting a detail on the house wasn't possible without a real threat in the air.
No one realized that out in the desert, deals had been made between the family patriarch and another patriarch - Gerard Argent. Knowing that the Hales were protecting the granddaughter of his good friend, it was easy to help equip the two sons with a chip on their shoulder with the right weapons, and a team of hand picked hunters, to help them give one last message that no one could walk away from the Grayson family and expect to win.
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Jul. 25th, 2014 07:09 pmSam assured Stiles that with the Order of Protection in place, Suzanna couldn't just come into Beacon Hills and approach him and Dina without repercussions. They had served her with divorce papers, well aware they would have to travel the 3 hours back to Santa Clara county for all their court hearings since Stiles had only been back in Beacon County for less than six months.
Because of his status as a victim of domestic violence, his address was able to be kept off the court documents. Not that it did any good since Suzanna already knew where he came from and had been to the family home.
He was trying to have faith in the system. Malia and his father were big believers in it, and he was taking comfort in their certainty that he was safe. Which was why he had no problem being the elected babysitter for the afternoon for Ryan as they sat in the backyard of his house. Melissa and his dad were at work, and the kids were having fun running around with huge bubble wands.
"Hey, Stiles."
Looking up, the color drained out of his face as he saw two men walking around the side of the house towards him. He knew they were Graysons from their blonde hair, blue eyes and the typical features that most of Suzanna's family shared. He quickly stood up, going to intercept them.
"You guys can't be here. You need to leave."
They looked at each other, and then the taller one took a step closer and punched Stiles in the stomach, knocking the wind out of his lungs. "Actually, we're here to pick up our niece." He grabbed Stiles' hair, bending his head back. "Your wife sends her regards." And he threw Stiles against the railing for the porch, and then proceeded to attack him with a flury of punches.
The shorter of the two crossed the yard, going right for the little girl who hadn't noticed what was going on in her playing. "Hey, little one, remember your uncle Chuck?"
"No..." she shook her head. "I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."
"We're not strangers, sweetie. We're family. And your mommy really misses you and wants you to come home."
"I am home." She choose that moment to look over at her father, seeing a punch land on her daddy's face that took him to the ground. "What are you doing to my daddy?" She went to run for him, but Chuck grabbed her around the middle and lifted her up, kicking and screaming.
Ryan ran over, going to hit Chuck in the leg. "Let go of my friend."
"Can it squirt," Chuck said, easily tossing Ryan a few feet away to the hard ground. "Ray, I got her. Let's go."
One more kick to Stiles' ribs to keep him down, Ray leaned in. "Hope you learned a lesson in this, Stilinski. Don't mess with our family."
They carried the screaming girl out to the front of the house while Ryan ran across the yard to where Stiles was curled up on his side in pain and bleeding. And that was when the little boy started to yell for his daddy at the top of his lungs.
Around the city, werewolf ears perked up. Derek heard the scream in his classroom and while he couldn't just run out of the room, he told the kids to read the next chapter on their own and went into the hallway, pulling out his cellphone and texting Fiona that Ryan was screaming somewhere in the residential area of town.
Peter was in the preserve in the library when he heard it. Shutting his laptop, he was out of the house in an instant, listening for the sounds and then texting Scott. He howled back, a sound to reassure his nephew that help was on the way.
Scott was at work with Deaton but instantly stopped and looked at the door. Deaton knew that look, and told Scott to go, and the father was out the door in an instant, running at top speed to find his child.
Isaac was sitting in the passenger seat next to Sheriff Stilinski and sat up straight as he heard the scream. "Ryan."
John blinked. "They're at my house." And the lights went on as they took off back home. He had a very bad feeling sinking in his gut at this.
Because of his status as a victim of domestic violence, his address was able to be kept off the court documents. Not that it did any good since Suzanna already knew where he came from and had been to the family home.
He was trying to have faith in the system. Malia and his father were big believers in it, and he was taking comfort in their certainty that he was safe. Which was why he had no problem being the elected babysitter for the afternoon for Ryan as they sat in the backyard of his house. Melissa and his dad were at work, and the kids were having fun running around with huge bubble wands.
"Hey, Stiles."
Looking up, the color drained out of his face as he saw two men walking around the side of the house towards him. He knew they were Graysons from their blonde hair, blue eyes and the typical features that most of Suzanna's family shared. He quickly stood up, going to intercept them.
"You guys can't be here. You need to leave."
They looked at each other, and then the taller one took a step closer and punched Stiles in the stomach, knocking the wind out of his lungs. "Actually, we're here to pick up our niece." He grabbed Stiles' hair, bending his head back. "Your wife sends her regards." And he threw Stiles against the railing for the porch, and then proceeded to attack him with a flury of punches.
The shorter of the two crossed the yard, going right for the little girl who hadn't noticed what was going on in her playing. "Hey, little one, remember your uncle Chuck?"
"No..." she shook her head. "I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."
"We're not strangers, sweetie. We're family. And your mommy really misses you and wants you to come home."
"I am home." She choose that moment to look over at her father, seeing a punch land on her daddy's face that took him to the ground. "What are you doing to my daddy?" She went to run for him, but Chuck grabbed her around the middle and lifted her up, kicking and screaming.
Ryan ran over, going to hit Chuck in the leg. "Let go of my friend."
"Can it squirt," Chuck said, easily tossing Ryan a few feet away to the hard ground. "Ray, I got her. Let's go."
One more kick to Stiles' ribs to keep him down, Ray leaned in. "Hope you learned a lesson in this, Stilinski. Don't mess with our family."
They carried the screaming girl out to the front of the house while Ryan ran across the yard to where Stiles was curled up on his side in pain and bleeding. And that was when the little boy started to yell for his daddy at the top of his lungs.
Around the city, werewolf ears perked up. Derek heard the scream in his classroom and while he couldn't just run out of the room, he told the kids to read the next chapter on their own and went into the hallway, pulling out his cellphone and texting Fiona that Ryan was screaming somewhere in the residential area of town.
Peter was in the preserve in the library when he heard it. Shutting his laptop, he was out of the house in an instant, listening for the sounds and then texting Scott. He howled back, a sound to reassure his nephew that help was on the way.
Scott was at work with Deaton but instantly stopped and looked at the door. Deaton knew that look, and told Scott to go, and the father was out the door in an instant, running at top speed to find his child.
Isaac was sitting in the passenger seat next to Sheriff Stilinski and sat up straight as he heard the scream. "Ryan."
John blinked. "They're at my house." And the lights went on as they took off back home. He had a very bad feeling sinking in his gut at this.
Homecoming for the Omega
Jul. 22nd, 2014 10:17 pmScott's car was silent as they drive back from Mountain View. Dina was fast asleep in the booster seat that belonged to her cousin, his tiny plush dragon clutched in her hands. It was raining as they got over the mountains, and as they passed the sign welcoming them to Beacon Hills, Stiles just sighed.
"You know, I wasn't really planning on ever coming back here," he admitted to Scott.
Scott looked over and gave him a half smile. "Yeah, we all knew. But it's your home too, bro. You belong here."
"I don't know where I belong anymore."
Google had gone through a new cycle of employees, and Stiles found himself with the pink slip he had feared was coming. Things at home hadn't been good, and his focus had suffered because of it. The daycare hadn't asked why Stiles was picking his daughter up early that day, but he didn't want to have a fight when he got home, and Suzanna at least didn't like to fight in front of their daughter. It was his one saving grace.
But today was different, and even Dina's crying from her room wasn't enough to stop the screaming from his wife about just how worthless he had become, how he couldn't even hold down a job anymore, and why couldn't he see what he was doing to the family. And then came the bombshell - she was leaving him. His lack of attention had made her look to another, and he at least knew how to treat her.
She started for the stairs and it was there that Stiles found his strength to fight back. "Fine, leave if you want, but like hell I'm letting you take Dina with you."
The hand slapped across his face, hard enough to snap his jaw. "Claudia is my daughter, and she's coming with me."
It was a raw look in his eyes that made Suzanna step back as his fingers gripped the railings for all his worth. "She's my daughter. You barely spend any time with her since she stopped being a baby. You can have whatever you want, but you're not taking her from me."
He was given until morning to get out. Scott had been there in three hours with the SUV to help. Boxes with clothes, toys and a computer were packed and secured. A Google Bike - last year's office christmas present - was strapped to the roof and the three of them disappeared into the night leaving Mountain View behind.
"I just wanted to be happy, Scott." Stiles touched his cheek at the bruise forming there. "Why is it I can't ever get what I want?"
Scott looked in the rear view mirror. "You did, Stiles. You got one thing."
Turning to look into the back seat, Stiles smiled at his little girl sleeping, then resettled back in his seat. "Yeah. She's enough."
They arrived at the Stilinski house just after one in the morning, and the family came outside as Stiles and Scott exited the car. Carefully, Stiles carried his daughter inside and Melissa showed him where she could sleep in the den in a pile of pillows and a tent made from sheets. Once his arms were free, his father pulled him into a hug, then looked at his face and shook his head. "You okay, son?"
Stiles shook his head. "No. But I'll get there."
*~*
It took him a few weeks to get things in order, but he finally got a small home business up and running in Beacon Hills providing help for small businesses looking for web presence as well as app building. It was easy to work from home, but with Melissa and his father watching Dina, he could get away and focus at a coffee house or in the park for a few hours.
Scott had warned him that he had told the Hales of his return. All but Cora, who was out in Boston, which was a relief in a way. It would make readjusting to the town easier. But he was expecting the slow manifestation of friends he hadn't been able to see in the last three years as Suzanna's control had kept him close to home. Only now, far from her and that life, did he see what had been happening and he was angry that he had let it all happen.
But that was his past. He was working on making a future for himself and Dina, and that was all that mattered now.
"You know, I wasn't really planning on ever coming back here," he admitted to Scott.
Scott looked over and gave him a half smile. "Yeah, we all knew. But it's your home too, bro. You belong here."
"I don't know where I belong anymore."
Google had gone through a new cycle of employees, and Stiles found himself with the pink slip he had feared was coming. Things at home hadn't been good, and his focus had suffered because of it. The daycare hadn't asked why Stiles was picking his daughter up early that day, but he didn't want to have a fight when he got home, and Suzanna at least didn't like to fight in front of their daughter. It was his one saving grace.
But today was different, and even Dina's crying from her room wasn't enough to stop the screaming from his wife about just how worthless he had become, how he couldn't even hold down a job anymore, and why couldn't he see what he was doing to the family. And then came the bombshell - she was leaving him. His lack of attention had made her look to another, and he at least knew how to treat her.
She started for the stairs and it was there that Stiles found his strength to fight back. "Fine, leave if you want, but like hell I'm letting you take Dina with you."
The hand slapped across his face, hard enough to snap his jaw. "Claudia is my daughter, and she's coming with me."
It was a raw look in his eyes that made Suzanna step back as his fingers gripped the railings for all his worth. "She's my daughter. You barely spend any time with her since she stopped being a baby. You can have whatever you want, but you're not taking her from me."
He was given until morning to get out. Scott had been there in three hours with the SUV to help. Boxes with clothes, toys and a computer were packed and secured. A Google Bike - last year's office christmas present - was strapped to the roof and the three of them disappeared into the night leaving Mountain View behind.
"I just wanted to be happy, Scott." Stiles touched his cheek at the bruise forming there. "Why is it I can't ever get what I want?"
Scott looked in the rear view mirror. "You did, Stiles. You got one thing."
Turning to look into the back seat, Stiles smiled at his little girl sleeping, then resettled back in his seat. "Yeah. She's enough."
They arrived at the Stilinski house just after one in the morning, and the family came outside as Stiles and Scott exited the car. Carefully, Stiles carried his daughter inside and Melissa showed him where she could sleep in the den in a pile of pillows and a tent made from sheets. Once his arms were free, his father pulled him into a hug, then looked at his face and shook his head. "You okay, son?"
Stiles shook his head. "No. But I'll get there."
It took him a few weeks to get things in order, but he finally got a small home business up and running in Beacon Hills providing help for small businesses looking for web presence as well as app building. It was easy to work from home, but with Melissa and his father watching Dina, he could get away and focus at a coffee house or in the park for a few hours.
Scott had warned him that he had told the Hales of his return. All but Cora, who was out in Boston, which was a relief in a way. It would make readjusting to the town easier. But he was expecting the slow manifestation of friends he hadn't been able to see in the last three years as Suzanna's control had kept him close to home. Only now, far from her and that life, did he see what had been happening and he was angry that he had let it all happen.
But that was his past. He was working on making a future for himself and Dina, and that was all that mattered now.
