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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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She follows his eyes back and nods with a small smile. "She's a sweet girl. Eventually you're going to have to tell her the truth about Peter."

Which possibly may break her heart a little, but what can you do.

"I have to tell her the truth about everything. But I'm getting there." He smirked and turned to look at his daughter. "Hey, Dina?"

"Yes, daddy?" Dina looked up from the phone.

"Do you want to tell Nadia about why you like superheros?"

The little girl's face broke out into a grin. "Because superheros help people. They don't like it when bad people hurt other people, so superheroes help the other people."

"And why do they have their costumes?"

"Because they can't let other people know they are superheroes. If the other people knew, they may be afraid of them because they were different. Even if they are trying to be good and help them."

Stiles grinned. "So if you became friends with a superhero, would you tell people about them?"

Dina shook her head quickly. "No! If I told people, then I would put them in danger of the bad people finding them and hurting them. You NEVER tell other people who the superheroes really are."

"That's my girl." He looked back at Nadia, grinning. "I'm working with what I have and going from there."

She laughs softly before nodding. "Makes sense. Scott and Allison are taking the slow approach with Ryan. Letting him adjust to little pieces of it at a time. It's different with him, though - he'll actually be one one day."

"And Dina gets to continue the Stilinski family tradition of being the token human in her group of friends." He snorted and took a sip of his coffee. "At least until she's old enough to make her own choices."

She smirks a bit at that. "We need a few good humans around every now and then. Keeps us human, anyway."

"At least I have a purpose then." He smiled, looking at his coffee.

From the living room, Peter was starting to stir again, trying to shift on the couch to a new position and exhaling in pain as his shoulder didn't like the change.

Nadia turns at the sound, before sighing softly and placing her coffee cup down on the counter. "That's my cue. Excuse me."

She makes her way across the room and sits on the edge of the coffee table across from him. "Peter?" she asks softly. "How're you doing?"

Stiles nods, and he's going to see what he can have for breakfast and go to sit next to Dina after that, eating it and watching the cartoons with her.

Peter blinked his eyes open, still full of pain as he laid on his back. "Like I spent the last week hanging off a meat hook between my shoulders."

She gives him a sympathetic look before slipping her hand into his, bringing the back of it to her lips as she gently pulls away some of that pain. "Better?"

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes as he feels the pain ebbing. "Much. Thank you."

She brushes her thumb against the back of his hand with a small smile. "Are you hungry?"

He took another deep breath, then nodded. "Yes. Not very, but I should."

She nods a bit, before getting to her feet. "I'll make you some toast."

"With a little creme cheese if there is any." He let go of her hand as she stood, and slowly worked himself up into a sitting position, using the corner of the couch to keep him upright as he readjusted the pillows and blanket to support himself.

She nods as she goes through the fridge, assembling what she needs to put the toast together as Malia makes her way downstairs, moving to settle into the spot next to him. "Hi, Daddy."

And this part, directed back towards Stiles. "Cora is awake and annoyed. My work here is done."

Peter smile at his daughter, leaning his head on the back of the couch. "Hey, sweetheart. How are you doing?"

Stiles looked over form where he was eating his bagel. "What did you do now?"

Malia makes a face like she's offended. "Me? Why would I do anything." Then she turns her attention back to her dad. "I'm good. Just came by to check on you."

Stiles' eyebrows go up. "Malia?"

Peter chuckled and shook his head. "I'm awake and alive. The rest will come in time."

"I was just texting Isaac. I think she was just disappointed, considering how she went to sleep."

Because, you know, you go to sleep next to the love of your life and wake up to find your meddling cousin there, you might be a little miffed. Then she just smiles at Stiles. Remember you love her, Stiles. Just remember you love her.

Oh. Yeah, no now he got it. "Right." He's going to go back to his bagel now and just shut up.

Peter, of course, has to ask, "How did she go to sleep that would make her disappointed to see you?"

Malia will just glance back at her dad, the same smile on her face. Then glances back to Stiles. And back to Peter again. Come on, Dad, you're smart. Awkward Stiles + disappointed Cora = ... ?

Peter has also been shot and poisoned with wolfsbane, so forgive him needing a minute to connect the dots. But he does, and he chuckles. "About damn time," he muttered so Stiles couldn't hear.

She nods a bit in agreement, leaning back against the couch so that Stiles couldn't see her. "That's what I said."

"What else do you know, my little spy?"

"That's about it." She makes a bit of a face. "But give me time. I'll figure it out."

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