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truealphascott) wrote2016-01-24 01:23 am
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AU: Scott/ Stiles/ Gabriel
No one knows why half the things in Beacon Hills happen. It's not exactly something they like to put on tour guides advertising the place.
Scott had gone to work right after his class, which left Stiles to drive home on his own. He would've been able to leave sooner but he'd gotten detention. This one had been totally Scott's fault and he'd apologized at lunch, but he hadn't been able to get Stiles out of it. So when Stiles left the school building there wasn't too many around. Just as he was reaching the parking lot, a bright white flash blinded him for a moment. There was a thud and a groan of pain and then everything went right back to normal. Except now there was a blonde kid laying on the ground not ten yards from him. He was still and unconscious, but there was something remarkably familiar about his face. He wore a coat and scarf, even though it was May and he had he didn't have anything with him besides that.
Scott had gone to work right after his class, which left Stiles to drive home on his own. He would've been able to leave sooner but he'd gotten detention. This one had been totally Scott's fault and he'd apologized at lunch, but he hadn't been able to get Stiles out of it. So when Stiles left the school building there wasn't too many around. Just as he was reaching the parking lot, a bright white flash blinded him for a moment. There was a thud and a groan of pain and then everything went right back to normal. Except now there was a blonde kid laying on the ground not ten yards from him. He was still and unconscious, but there was something remarkably familiar about his face. He wore a coat and scarf, even though it was May and he had he didn't have anything with him besides that.
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Except there was some blonde kid laying on the ground and it has him moving over to him, placing fingers on the side of his neck and turning him slightly to make sure that he was alive. If the kid was alive then he'd have to take him off to the hospital, let Melissa handle things.
Also... why wear a coat and scarf in May? The kid reminded him of Isaac doing things like that. Though that face... he couldn't place why it looked familiar.
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"Mom?" His voice was scratchy and weak.
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"Come on. We need to get you to the hospital so Melissa can look you over."
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Wait, what had Stiles said? "What's going on?" He asked, hoping his mom would know. "Should we go to Uncle Deaton?"
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"What's going on is I'm going to take you to mom so she can look you over," he tells him. Though he raises a brow at that last bit," I don't know any grandpa Deatons. Besides, why would I take you to a vet when you clearly need a nurse."
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"What?" He asked, now visibly getting scared. Something was really wrong here. Why didn't Stiles look the right age and why didn't he smell like a wolf? Why was it suddenly warm weather when it had been cold a few minutes ago? And why was Mom not acting like he knew him? Just as his bottom lip threatened to tremble, he bit it.
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"Jeep's close," he tells him moving close to the kid, leading him to the jeep. He'll text Scott once they get to the hospital or maybe he should do it now. "Who are your parents?"
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He crawled into the jeep when led to it, but he didn't answer Stiles' question. Instead, he just sulked and kept giving Stiles heartbroken looks.
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When he slips into the jeep he can't help but frown slightly. The kid was looking at him like he'd gone off and shot his dog or something. Something that Stiles would never do to anyone. "Make sure you're buckled up," he tells the boy before buckling up and starting the jeep, wanting to get them to the hospital as quickly as possible.
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When Gabe is told to put on his seat belt, he mumbled a 'yes mom' as he obeyed. It was at least a familiar instruction that Stiles would normally tell him to do. In a way that was comforting but in another way it wasn't.
As they pulled out of the parking lot, Gabe's curiosity got the better of him. "Why were you at the high school?"
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"Because I go to school there," he says doing his best not to glance over at the younger boy.
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Just get to grandma, she'll make everything better. She always did. He patted his pockets for his phone but found it wasn't there. It must've been in his backpack, which was also gone for some reason.
He didn't ask anything else until they were close to the hospital. He was getting antsy and before he could stop himself he asked, "Why don't you smell like a wolf, Mom?"
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It was when that question hit, when they were close to the hospital that Stiles lost control of the jeep and ended up hitting the trunk of a tree. The seatbelt jerking him pretty hard, liable to bruise and he's pretty sure that his head got hit too but he wasn't sure.
That's the point that someone calls the accident in and Melissa sees it from where she'd walked past the hospital doors, letting the paramedics know what was going on.
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A couple of the paramedics that were alerted by Melissa brought out gurneys and split up to flank the sides of the jeep. Seeing the blood and broken glass, they got the passenger door open and ended up having to cut the seat belt to get Gabe free. He still tried to run but they grabbed him and put him on the gurney.
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Melissa had one of the other nurses call John and let him know that Stiles was in an accident. So once the paramedics came into the hospital, she moves over to the gurneys," Can you boys tell me what happened?" She can hear Stiles mutter something but she's not entirely sure what. However, what mattered was getting the other nurses and helping get the boys into exam rooms to assess their injuries.
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Gabe was still trying to get out, so one of the nurses had to use restraints on his wrists. It was uncommon to use on kids, but sometimes people were hysterical and needed to be protected from themselves. The coat was cut away and that's when the nurse stared confused. There were spots he'd been cut and was bloody, but there weren't any marks on his skin. "Melissa? You should come look at this." The nurse, Shelly, said.
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She waits until Shelly is gone before giving Gabe a bit of a smile and gives his shoulder a reassuring squeeze," You're safe now. Take deep breaths and calm down for me. Can you tell me what happened?"
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"I didn't mean to.." He began, feeling horrible for what had happened. "I just asked Mommy why he didn't smell like a wolf." How was he supposed to know that was a shocking question? His mom was a wolf. "He doesn't look right either."
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"Hey, no blaming yourself," she tells him softly. "Can you tell me what happened before you found mommy like this?" It was weird to call Stiles that but she needed the information so she could tell her son later.
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John came rushing in and fortunately was caught by Shelly. Everyone knew the sheriff around here so it wasn't hard to spot him. A couple other nurses had been taking care of Stiles, cleaning his wounds and talking to him. They were mostly just trying to make sure he hadn't hit his head too hard.
"Hey," John said, coming up to his son. "Stiles?" He wasn't sure yet if Stiles was with it or not.
Shelly popped her head in with Melissa. "The sheriff is here and with Stiles. Do you need anything?"
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Stiles looks up at him still pretty out of it," Dad?" Wait, why was he there? Oh, right, he'd crashed the jeep.
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"Hey pal," John said, pulling up a stool. "You got to quit getting hurt like this. My heart can't take it." It was meant as a joke, but it probably went over poorly. "What happened?"
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"Don't say that dad," he says with a deep frown. "I don't... There was a kid with me. And he's, I don't know... He kept calling me mom. And asked why I didn't smell like a wolf."
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