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Not even a Lannisters Send their Regards

The 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?

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Cora cringes slightly. "I think he might be immune to that particular kind of bargaining."

"I also don't think he deserves it when he's making judgments about your dad's medical health." Melissa pipes up. "Just pointing that out."

"You both are ruining my escape attempts. Come on, Scott, back me up on this."

Scott just shrugged. "Honestly, man, I'm with Mom. I'd rather have you back 100 percent and not hurting yourself more."

The look of betrayal between best friends. "Whatever happened to us helping alibi the other?"

"Sorry, Stiles. I don't want to see you suffer more just because you think it's worth it."

Dina moved to kneel on the bed. "Grandpa said that a bad man hurt you, Daddy. Can I see it?"

Cora sighs softly at Stiles trying to negotiate his way out of this before her attention his drawn to Dina. "Not this time, sweetie. It's all bandaged up so that it doesn't get hurt more."

"But how can I kiss it and make it better?"

Stiles chuckled. "Well, you can kiss my heart. Because what does the heart do?"

"It makes the blood go wooosh all over the body!"

Scott chuckled at that, hiding his grin behind his hand. Stiles ignored him - traitor - and nodded. "That's right. So if you can't kiss where I hurt, you can kiss my heart and it'll take all the magic and carry it there."

Dina thought on that a moment, then nodded. "Okay!" She leaned over and carefully kissed Stiles' chest over the shirt. She waited, and then looked up at Stiles worried. "Did it work?

He licked his lips a moment, then grinned. "I think so. It's starting to tingle. But it's a big hurt so it's going to take some time and a lot more kisses to fix it."

Cora just sits there smiling and watching them. She's gazing. Don't judge her. She just loves seeing them together. She doesn't even have to say anything.

Yep. This tag is pointless.

Just sit there and look pretty, Cora. It's pretty much what Scott's doing on the other side of the bed.

"I'll come back and kiss it every day. And so will Grandma and Grandpa and Uncle Scott and Auntie Cora. We'll all keep kissing it until it's all better and you can come home and play with me again."

Stiles just reached over and kissed his daughter on the top of her head and he hugged her with one arm. "I think I like this plan, kiddo. You're so very smart."

"I get that from you." All grins.

Scott shook his head. "I'll let Cora give him my share of kisses. Auntie Allison might get jealous."

Cora smirks a bit at that. "I think we both accepted a long time ago that you two are a package deal. If you really want to give him those kisses yourself."

She's just saying.

Scott gave her a look silently asking if you really want him to say the same thing about her and Stiles with the small child present who latched onto ideas like candy.

Dina looked at her uncle though. "You don't want to kiss Daddy better?"

Stiles chuckled, then looked at his brother as well. "I'm not good enough for your kisses now?"

"Oh my god, two generations is way too much to be turned on me at once. I'm going to go get some coffee. Cora, you want something from the vending machines?"

She laughs a bit at that, before getting to her feet. "I'll go with you. Give them some time by themselves."

She could use the time to stretch her legs anyway.

That's fine. Stiles will sit there and listen to his daughter tell him all about everything she learned at preschool and playing fetch with the twins and Grandpa trying to cook and Grandma needing to help him.

Scott sighed as he led Cora down the hall. "He's doing much better now."

"Yeah, he is," she nods as she follows him, hands sliding into her pockets. "Being in here is going to drive him crazy, but he looks a lot better."

"Well, Jason told my mom that he would need to be in for two weeks to heal. Seeing that he's basically slept through one week, we only have to keep him sane for about ten days." Scott fished out the plastic bag he had filled with quarters at this point for the vending machines.

"If we can bring him his computer, it'll help."

"It probably will, yeah." She comes to a stop in front of it and scans her choices. "I can stay too. I have the sick time to use."

"You sure you want to do that? He's going to get used to you being there every day, and it'll make it hard when you go back to your life after he's back at your mom's."

"Maybe. But I don't really want to be away from him right now. I'm still not entirely sure the threat is gone." It's that instinctive need to protect her mate, to be there for him and help him heal, and she can deal with whatever complications come with it later.

Scott looked over at her, then chuckled and handed her the quarter bag as he went to grab his bag of Cheetos. No, he got it, but it was just so odd, and yet so right, to see it all again in them.

"You know, I seem to remember a few years back, a girl very angry that a boy wanted to make all his life decisions based around the needs of a girl he loved more than he needed to breathe. Sometimes I wonder whatever happened to her."

Cora's head ducks a bit at that, hair falling in front of her face for a moment before she tucks it back behind her ear. She knows he's just teasing her a little, but she can't help the way that it sinks into her stomach a bit.

"She grew up." There's a beat. "And she also wasn't recovering from a gunshot wound in the hospital at the time."

"True." He got his drink next, getting something for Dina as well. "And if it means anything - I like the way you two are now better. I don't like what you two went through to get here, but yeah. For what it's worth, anyway."

"I think we needed it." She pauses for a moment before shaking her head. "Not everything he went through, but ... the space. I don't think we were ready then. I know I wasn't."

"He was," Scott had to point it out. "But Stiles has always had that ability to know what he wants. I think he forgets we don't think the same way he does."

She nods a bit as she steps up to take her turn at the vending machine, punching in her choice before turning back to him. "I was always jealous of that. And I wanted more than anything to be sure of this, of him, but I wasn't. I knew it wouldn't be fair to him if I kept trying to fake it."

Scott was quiet a moment, wondering something that he had often told himself. "Do you blame yourself for what happened to him? I mean, I know I do. Blame myself, not me blaming you."

She's quiet for a moment as she watches the bag of chips drop to the bottom of the machine, before nodding. "He doesn't want me to. He says that he got himself into it, and he made the choices, but I can't help but think that if I handled it better or knew what I wanted then or just ... stayed, even if I didn't think I should, things would be different for him."

Scott opened the soda slowly. "Sometimes I think I should have known. He was my best friend, you know. I know him better than I know myself most of the time. So I look back and I keep thinking when he started to withdraw from us all, that something was wrong. That I should have gone out there and brought him home sooner."

He looked over at Cora a moment. "There a part of me that wonders if he didn't really want out of it. And with bad things like this still happening to him..."

Scott didn't know how to say what he was thinking. He knew Cora wouldn't hurt Stiles, but he was worried that Stiles would try and eventually sabotage himself and what he had. That the willingness to take on so much pain, to be able to just shut himself off... it had to come from somewhere and Scott didn't want this to bring it all back.

She watches Scott for a moment, somehow figuring out what he's thinking without him actually having to say it. She purses her lips for a moment, before nodding.

"I'm not letting him go this time. If he starts to shut down on me, I'll fight tooth and nail to bring him back. He says he gave up on me and that's how he wound up there in the first place." She still doesn't really understand what he means by that, when she was the one who let him go, but that isn't the point. "I'm not giving up on him."

There's a pause.

"And I'm not really sure your wife will let him."

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