Stiles Stilinski (
fadingspark) wrote2014-07-22 10:17 pm
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Homecoming for the Omega
Scott'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."
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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.

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Allison is incredibly grateful. She's only just getting out of her first trimester, which from what Malia's heard is the worst of it when it comes to morning sickness, but that doesn't make being the mother of the spawn of Scott McCall any easier. This isn't to say that she didn't adore Ryan, to pieces in fact, but the kid did not slow down for a second.
"Aunt Malia!" he shouts, tugging on her hand as he races into the park as fast as his little toddler legs can carry him. "I wanna - wanna on the slide!"
"Alright, alright," Malia laughs as she's dragged after him. "Let's slide."
Allison, however, is going to take advantage of the distraction and make her way over to the bench that Stiles is sprawled across. She gives him a small smile, before nudging his legs lightly.
"Hey, you. Move over for the pregnant lady."
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Survival skills. Don't ask.
"Again? Really? Scott didn't tell me that." He smiled at his sister in law. "Congrats."
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"I guess he's just used to everyone already being able to tell." Because werewolves and all. She smiles a bit as she nods. "But yeah. Thirteen weeks."
Malia, in the meantime, is just going to follow Ryan all over the playground, soaking in as much kid time as possible.
"Where's Dina?
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He reached for his coffee. "Dad's getting in some grandpa time with his granddaughter and they took her to IHOP. Melissa is meeting me here soon to drop her off when they leave for work."
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Not that she minds. It's better this way. It's better than Malia making puppy faces at the kids because she wants one of her own so badly even Allison can feel it.
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He was apologizing a lot, way more than he used to.
And wouldn't you know it, at that moment there is a little girl coming running at him, a mess of a blonde ponytail, jeans and a tutu, and a shirt that read WARNING: TINY GEEK APPROACHING. Daddy! she cries as she all but flings herself into Stiles' lap.
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Melissa comes up behind them and gives Allison a wave which she returns, bearing coffee for Stiles. With it also comes chants of "Grandma Grandma Grandma" from the tiny McCall on the swing set, which gets Melissa laughing all the same.
"Looks like he's having a good time."
"Oh, Aunt Malia time is always a good time."
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"Don't be shy, Dina. You know your aunt Allison."
"Hi Aunt Allison. I got my nails painted." and she shows her, each finger a different bright color. "It's a rainbow."
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"They look very pretty, Dina. I especially like the blue ones."
Ryan is toddling his way across the park, eventually latching himself on to Melissa's leg with a big grin. "Hi, Grandma."
"Hi, Ryan." She crouches down and kisses the top of his head. "I would love to stay but I gotta go to work. I will see you later, kiddo."
"Okay!" He laughs a bit as Malia catches up with him, scooping him up to pull him into her lap.
"Alright, munchkin, listen up." She crouches down on the ground so that Ryan is looking up at Dina. "That is your cousin Dina."
Ryan's eyes go comically wide. "I have more cousins?!"
"Yes, silly, you knew that," Allison scolds him gently, even though there's a smile on her face.
"I must have forgotten," he says innocently with a bit of a shrug and Malia digs her fingers into his side a bit, making him laugh.
"Yes, well, your cousin, Dina is new here, and she's also a Stilinski."
"Like Grandpa John?"
"Exactly like Grandpa John. And Stilinskis and McCalls have a very, very longstanding history of being super awesome friends." She turns him so that he's looking at her. "Now, I know you know this playground like the back of your hand. Think you can teach her all your secrets?" Ryan nods in agreement before wriggling out of her lap and reaching for his cousin's hand.
"C'mon Dina let's go! We don't have a lot of time!"
He lies. They have plenty of time. It just never feels like it when you're two.
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"It's okay, Dina. Ryan will show you everything. Just remember, no talking to strangers."
Yes, Daddy. She kissed his cheek, then took Ryan's hand and she went with him.
Stiles smiled a bit. "Five minutes, and we're going to have to pry them apart," he told Allison, then looked up at Malia. "Hey stranger."
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"Hey yourself. Nice to have you back."
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"Yeah, well, I wish I could say it's nice to be back, but you know." He shrugged. "It is nice to have you guys around again though."
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She works in family law. She knows that Stiles being back home isn't the end of the road. Just like she also knows that those scares aren't from some being excessively clumsy. Stiles was never incredibly graceful, but he wasn't that clumsy either.
"Did you document these when they happened?"
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She piles out, making her way around the front of the car and up onto the porch, sliding her arms around Isaac's waist as she reaches him. "Hi, husband."
Ryan, on the other hand, eagerly points out the two people on the porch to Dina. "That's Uncle Isaac making kissy faces at Aunt Malia, and the other lady is Talia."
Talia's gotten a little older, a little more silver in her hair, but she still looks mostly the same. She lets Isaac and Malia have their moment behind her, and leans against the side of the porch as she waits for everyone else to disembark.
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"It's a very big house. I may get lost."
"You stick with Ryan. He'll make sure you don't." And the kids were released. A moment later, Stiles was on his way to the porch, giving Talia a smile before he was sideswiped by Isaac wrapping him up in a hug.
"It's darn good to see you, Stiles," Isaac said, slapping his back hard.
"Ow, watch the strength, will ya?"
"Sorry." Isaac let him go. "Good that you're back though."
"So I've heard." He pat Isaac's back, then started up the porch and smiled at Talia. "Hey Mrs. Hale."
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"Is she the alpha?" Dina asked softly.
Stiles smiled and picked his daughter up, holding her on his hip. "Yes, this is. Talia... this is my daughter, Claudia."
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Stiles chuckled a bit, bouncing her on his hip. "I may have overdone it a bit with the Marvel movies during late night feedings."
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Stiles kissed her cheek, then put her down. "Go let Ryan show you around, honey."
"Okay!"
And Dina runs off to grab Ryan's hand and go inside. Stiles watched them go, then looked back at Talia with a small smile. "So how have you been?
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"Getting used to the empty house. Thankfully Thomas is here, or else I think I might go insane from how quiet it is." Not to say that when Laura's kids were here, there wasn't enough noise to go around, but in the early mornings and late in the evenings she missed having her children around.
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He sat next to her, resting his elbows on his legs, hand folded in front of him. "Good to know he's still doing well. I know it's probably hard and all at his age, but you really were happier when you had him than when you didn't."
He can hear Ryan and Dina talking up a storm. "With that one around, I'm sure you get to miss the quiet."
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