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It was supposed to be a victory day

It 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.

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He jumped a bit, not expecting anyone else to be awake, upstairs, and seeing him coming out of Cora's room in the early morning. He has the ability to look embarrassed, looking back at the door a moment, then at Malia.

"Um, sleeping? I was keeping watch to make sure she was okay and we just... fell back asleep."

"Uh-huh."

She doesn't, for a second, think that they were doing more than sleeping but that's not going to stop her from ribbing Stiles about it, because that's what friends do and it's normal. She thinks he could use a bit of normalcy, but if it starts to really bother him, she'll back off.

"You know, I could make sure Dina gets breakfast and stuff, if you want to go 'sleep' some more."

"No, she'll just keep calling for me until she sees me." He backs up towards Laura's room. "And no, seriously, we really were just sleeping."

He gets the teasing, but he just wants to make it clear. Nothing more. Not yet. Probably not for awhile, and that was the best way to handle it.

Oh, no, Malia agrees. Anything more than that and she'd be surprised, but still, progress is progress.

"I know, Stiles." She manages to drop some of her tone for that before, but there's just enough teasing still in there. "Cora got shot with a wolfsbane bullet I'd be surprised if it was anything more than that." And that's putting aside the whole issue of him.

"Yeah, but even if... I... it wouldn't have been..." And that awkward nervousness that was Stiles was there. Not the man hiding from everyone, but the shade of Stiles that only shows himself rarely.

"Daddy!" Dina's voice came from the room.

"I'm right here, baby." He opened the door, and almost instantly, Dina was running into his arms and he picked her up, hitching her onto his hip and she hugged his neck and kissed his cheek. "You want breakfast?"

"Can I have fruit loops?"

"We can see if Ms. Talia has some." He looked at Malia, smiling. "You say good morning to auntie Malia?"

"Good morning auntie Malia." She leaned her head against her father's, smiling a matching smile to her father's.

Oh, hi Stiles. It's been a while. Malia's just going to stand there watching him with a stupid grin on her face because she knows, Stiles.

"Hi, Dina. Fruit Loops are in the top left cabinet." She's still smiling, even as she points to the door behind them. "I'm gonna go check on Cora, but I'll see you guys downstairs."

That stupid grin gets Stiles to chuckle and shake his head, still smiling. Since he talked with Talia, he's felt more like himself in the last day than he has in years and it shows.

"She's still sleeping, but we'll see you downstairs." He went to move past her and headed downstairs to go and make his daughter breakfast.

Malia will then flounce her way into her cousin's room and sit in the spot that Stiles abandoned next to her, crossing her legs at the ankle and pulling out her phone to text her husband. Cora will wake up eventually, but Malia's going to text Isaac now.

Guess what I saw at my aunt's house?

Isaac was just picking up coffee on his way to work when his phone buzzed. He looked at it, then smirks. A blue kangaroo?

Downstairs, Stiles put Dina on the counter and then reached up above her to get a bowl and handed it to her, and then the Fruit Loops. "Looks like you're in luck, kiddo."

She laughs a bit at that, which earned her a disgruntled mumble from her cousin, who she shook her head at before going back to her phone.

Try Cora and Stiles actually getting along well enough to sleep in the same bed. From what I could tell things were very snuggly.

Nadia rouses at the sound of voices from the chair she's curled up in - Peter's chair, unofficially speaking, but he's in it enough that his scent is all over it. She blinks at the two people in the kitchen, then gives a small smile.

"Morning."

And in the middle of the coffee shop, people are wondering why the deputy is making a victory fistpump in the air before going back to his text.

How did you find this out?

Stiles looked over, giving Nadia a sheepish look. "Morning. Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up."

Dina looked over. "Do you want some Fruit Loops? I can share."

Malia understands the sentiment. Her urge to happy dance has passed, but that makes it no less there.

He came out of her room covered in her scent. He admits that they were sleeping together though he's adorably adamant that it was just sleeping.

Nadia shakes her head as she gets to her feet, giving Dina a small smile. "No, but thank you, Dina. I think I'll be good with just some coffee."

She does stop on the way over to check on Peter, not enough to wake him, but just to make sure he isn't in too much pain.

That's great. Maybe he's finally going to start getting back to normal now.

Peter shifted in his sleep, pushing into her hands as she checked him over, but curled back up as she moved away. The bullet had been in him longer, closer to his heart, and he was going to need a bit more time before he was back up to snuff. The pain was less though, his healing taking all his energy currently.

Stiles took the bowl, box and daughter and carried them to a chair. "I could use a cup too. Didn't get a lot of sleep last night." He went to make her a bowl, and then pulled out his cell phone to give her something to watch while the adults talked.

I hope so. He seemed a bit more like himself too.

Nadia brushes her fingers through his hair as she goes but lets him sleep. She then makes her way over to the counter to fix the coffee as she talks.

"I think yesterday was rough on all of us, really. How's Cora?"

Good. I miss him

Stiles went into the fridge and poured milk into Dina's cereal, and then brought it over to Nadia. "She's sleeping, but doing good. She should be fine. Peter?"

Me too. I'll keep you posted, but I figured I should send up the bat signal.

She nods as she steps back to let the coffee brew. "Same. He was smaller than Cora was at the time, so the wolfsbane got a little closer to his heart, but Fiona says he should be fine, he just needs a few days."

I'll tell Scott. You get Allison and Lydia.

"As long as he's fine in the end." Stiles nodded, his fingers drumming on the counter. "I... um... I didn't get a lot of details from my Dad about what you guys decided on doing."

Sounds good. I'll see you later. Love you.

"Animal attacks," Nadia says calmly, reaching for the pot to pour the coffee as it finishes. "Grizzly bears can be incredibly vicious. Did you know that a grizzly bear's jaw can deliver a bite of 1200 pounds per square inch? It literally popped your brother-in-law's head like a cherry tomato." She pauses for a moment to take a sip of hers. "Very tragic hunting accident. But this is really why Talia doesn't let hunters on the preserve."

Love you too

Stiles winced a bit at the imagery, flashing back to the moment of watching Ray's head as the bullet entered his head. "Yeah, well, hopefully the bear doesn't get a bad case of indigestion from eating him."

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Nadia hums thoughtfully at that, before regarding him over the top of her mug. "How are you doing with all of this?" Just out of curiosity. Your first kill isn't anything that ever goes down easy.

"Me?" He went to pour his own mug. "Seeing I've already had my nervous breakdown in the woods - which I'm not all that certain will be my only one for the record - I think after a few thousand hours of therapy I should be just fine."

"Well, you know what they say. The first step is admitting there's a problem and wanting to change." It's the first step to anything really. And she's glad to see that Stiles is taking it. "It's good, Stiles."

"I actually feel better," he said softly. "I want to think that actually being able to fight back helped, but at the same time, I still don't like knowing I did what I did."

"That's good." She lowers the mug slightly before regarding him seriously. "Taking someone's life shouldn't be something that's easy, no matter the reason. When it stops bothering you, that's when you should be worried."

"I've done a lot of things I don't like myself for," he told her seriously, turning his head to look at his daughter who was oblivious to them as she watched her morning cartoons on daddy's phone. "Pretty sure they're going to haunt me forever. But seeing her safe and knowing she's going to grow up away from the Graysons make it all worth it."

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