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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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She pauses for a moment, as though she's mulling over something, before taking a step back and heading towards the kitchen. "I'll see what I can do." Meaning she's going to ask Jason if he can graduate to real people food yet.

Cora finishes unpacking and moves to sit on his good side, giving him a small smile as she does. "Need anything else?"

Jason will relent a bit, since he knows his mother-in-law will at least make it healthy. Easy to digest soft foods as long as he drinks a lot of water with the food. See how his body handles it, and as long as he's not uncomfortable or sick, next week he can go back to most home cooking. His curly fries and all the other friend food is still off the table.

Scott goes to stand behind Cora. "If not, I'm going to head to save Allison from both kids before I'm sleeping in here with you."

"I think I'm good," he said, taking Cora's hand and grinning at both of them. "I'm just glad that I've got new walls to stare at right now."

Cora laughs a bit at that, before giving his hand a squeeze. "And a much more comfortable bed."

"With room for people to hang out with me on it." Be it Cora or Dina. "And hey, your mom even gave me a tv with a dvd player. I can catch up on movies."

"Sounds like you're pretty set," she says with a nod, her fingers playing with his gently. It's idle movement, but it's helping her resist the urge to just climb onto the bed next to him and curl up in his arms at the risk of hurting him. "It's good to have you home either way."

Scott just shook his head. "And I think that's my cue to head home." he put Stiles' tablet and phone on the bedside table. "Text me if you're bored, bro. I'll see you Sunday."

"Thanks, Scott."

Once he was gone, Stiles just looked up at Cora, smiling a bit. "I've got a warm bed, hopefully some real food coming, and my girls here to keep me company. What more can I ask for?"

"Hmmmm," she says, considering for a moment, leaning a bit closer to kiss him. "A werewolf healing factor?"

He chuckled as he kissed her back. "Mmm, that'd be nice. I could have used that two weeks ago, in fact."

She smiles a bit into the kiss. "Another thing for your Christmas list."

"I really need to step up on this being a good boy thing then."

"Mmmmm-hmmmm," she nods a bit, not pulling back, regardless of the awkward position of her leaning over him. "I'm sure it won't be a challenge for you at all."

He just smiled, kissing her a moment more before he just eased himself over a bit on the bed to make room for her next to him. "Want to break in that dvd player?"

"Sure," she says with a nod, getting up to set up the movie. "What should we watch?"

"Something that I don't have to think for, and probably Dina friendly when she finally slips away from your parents and tries to join us."

His phone beeped and he saw the reminder for him to take his pills, so he went to reach for the bottle while she was up.

She shorts through the pile of DVDs there, before turning and holding up the first Spider-Man movie and turning to face him.

"Good?"

"Perfect." He shifted to sit up a bit more in the bed, using the pillows to prop him up.

As Cora's putting the movie in the DVD player, Talia returns from the kitchen with a bowl of steaming something.

"According to the doctor, you can have soft foods that are easy to digest. So we're going to start with stew." Not entirely liquid, but still a bit softer than normal food. "If you do well, next week he'll let you eat more real food."

Stiles looked at the bowl, and his face just broke out into a smile full of sunshine. "You know, if I wasn't 26 I'd pretty much be asking you to adopt me right about now. You are amazing, Talia."

Food is the easiest way into his heart, apparently. Unless you're Cora or Dina.

She smiles a bit in return, setting the tray in front of him so that he can eat. As she pulls back, she tips her head towards the door. "I'll be in the living room if you need anything else."

After she leaves, Cora finishes putting in the movie, before moving back to the bed, moving slowly so that she doesn't disturb the tray or him. "That smells great."

"You will have to go get your own bowl. I'm going to be greedy here and not share." And he is going to make orgasm noises at his food for the first few bites too.

She smirks a bit at that, just cuing up the movie as she settles in comfortably next to him. She'll probably make it through the first act before the last couple weeks of ineffective sleep and worrying about him catches up with her and she dozes off peacefully next to him, but she'll at least make it through Peter being bitten.

Probably.

It's hard to say.

Regardless, a combination of him being safe, home and there next to her is enough relaxing for her to pass out and get some rest of her own.

He realizes it and is amused in a way that she's asleep before he even finishes his lunch. But he'll finish it, one arm wrapped around her as he just watches the movie on his own.

About twenty minutes later, the tiny face of Dina appears in the doorway, and Stiles motions for her to be quiet. She comes to snuggle up on his other side to watch the movie, looking at Cora fast asleep.

"She looks like a sleeping princess," the child remarks.

Stiles just smiles, rubbing Cora's shoulder with his thumb affectionately. "Yeah, she does."

"Can Ms. Cora be my new mommy one day?" she asks quietly.

"I hope so," he told her just as quietly. "But not right now, okay? If she wants to be, she'll tell me when she's ready, okay?"

Dina nodded, and kept whispering, "Okay. But I really like her."

"I really like her too."

The child thought for a moment, and then carefully crawled over Stiles onto the side of the bed with Cora, and in true child fashion, managed to wedge herself into the snuggle between her and Stiles and decided that it was her nap time too.

Cora, in her asleep state, has no problem with this addition. It's a repeat of when she had wolfsbane poisoning, her arm snaking out protectively around the small child next to her, shifting a bit so that the three of them fit in the space comfortably.

Not that there's anything to protect her from at the moment, but it's instinct.

Thomas came in to get the bowl later - also making sure that small child wasn't bothering her father - and smiled at the picture as only a proud father could. He had kept himself silent for all the years they had been apart, especially since he had been the one to tell Stiles to leave that day years ago.

Seeing his daughter finally happy and where she was supposed to be made just that piece in his own mind settle. He was getting old, after all, and knowing his youngest was finally on her way to her happy ending was a relief.

"Need anything else, son?" he asked softly to not wake either of the girls.

"Probably just some more water," Stiles replied, his glass empty on the bedside table.

"Sure thing."

After the water comes back it's a couple hours before they're bothered again, this time by a lingering red-head in the doorway. Cora had mentioned that Stiles wanted to talk to her while he was still in the hospital, but she's been avoiding the subject, mostly because she isn't even entirely sure what she did. Whatever questions he has, she doesn't know if she can answer them.

But if they're staying in the same house, she can't really avoid him forever.

She's quiet for a moment, before her eyes fall to Cora. "That's probably the first solid sleep she's gotten since this whole mess started."

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