truealphascott | AU: Scott/ Stiles/ Gabriel

Scott scowled, but kept working on calming down. The information that Stiles was alright helped a great deal. "Thanks Mom," he said and went on into the room. He frowned seeing Stiles banged up. "Hey.. are you hurting?"

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"Yeah, hi Deaton. It's John Stilinski," the sheriff began. "We have another strange situation down here at the hospital. There's a boy who had been in the car with Stiles when he wreaked. He looks just like Stiles and Scott and Claudia. He's claiming Stiles is his mother."

There's a soft grunt out of Stiles and he opens his eyes a little to stare at his best friend. For a moment, he's not even sure that Scott is really there. Then again, he had just woken up from his... nap, sleep, rest... oh, whatever it was called. "A little. Got myself pretty banged up."

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"Sheriff," Deaton says before frowning slightly. "You say that he looks exactly like the three of them together? Enough thathe could be their son?" However, at that last part," Do you know how he showed up in Beacon Hills?"

"Let me help," Scott said gently. He took Stiles' hand carefully. His other hand touched his best friend's brow and lightly brushed his hair back. It was a mannerism he'd learned from his mother and he hoped would be comforting to Stiles. "You never know how to go halfway with things do you?" He joked softly.

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John really didn't want to say yes, but he had to. The boy was a spitting image of them. "Yeah. He has the same coloring as Claudia, but it's Stiles' face." Which really had been Claudia's too. "Stiles said he found him unconscious in the school parking lot. Do you think you should come see for yourself?" Then he remembered one more aspect of this. "Melissa said he called you grandpa."

Stiles really didn't like it when Scott or anyone decided to take his pain. This, though, was one of those days where he doesn't complain about it. Not when it hurt worse than he'd like to admit. He gives a soft smile to Scott's little joke," Where would the fun be in going halfway with things?"

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"It's possible that this is all cause of the Nemeton," Deaton tells John. However, the moment the sheriff mentions that the kid called him grandpa, he nods. Even if the sheriff couldn't really see it," I'll be right down."

Scott knew Stiles was irritatingly stubborn about his healing power. However, he could tell from his face this was particularly bad. It made his life easier when Stiles didn't argue with him, because he was going to help whether he agreed or not. He smiled, pleased that Stiles still had some of his humor. "I don't know. I expect nothing less," he teased. Then he got a little more serious. "Do you feel well enough to tell me what happened?"

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John was relieved that at least someone was feeling like this made sense. He was never sure how he felt about Deaton, but the man was very helpful when they really needed him to be. He wondered what it meant that Deaton hadn't hesitated to agree to join them.

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While they were waiting, Gabriel stirred. He startled when he found himself in a hospital. No, no no no! This was real? His Mommy didn't know him and it hadn't been a dream. Cautiously, he slipped off the bed. He needed to go find him and tell him how sorry he was for getting Stiles hurt. It had been an accident. Mamaw said he shouldn't think of it that way, but it was the only way he could.

Peeking out the door, he sniffed the air and found Scott's scent.

He gives his best friend a bit of a smile but when that tone turned serious, he can't help but laugh. Even though that hurt just as bad as everything else," You might want to sit down first, Scotty."

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When Deaton does get there he moves to find John," Where is the little man?" After all, he wanted to get a good look at the kid himself. To see the little boy that was calling him grandpa. It was more than possible that this was something the Nemeton had caused and they'd need to find a way to return the child to his own, well... temporal flux would be more like it, perhaps.

Scott frowned, not liking that answer at all. He pulled up a seat and just as he was getting ready to listen, he looked to the doorway. It was quick, but he spotted the kid sneaking in and hiding on the other side of the room. "Hey!" He said, jumping to his feet again.

Gabe had not thought this through. He had made a mad dash to Stiles' room but then he hadn't counted on the door being closed nor Scott's sense of smell. Which was pretty dumb now that he thought about it. So once he was in the room, all he could think of to do was hide. Scrambling to the cabinets, he opened one to try and slip into it, but it was full of stuff. With a soft whimper, he found himself caught between the wall and a not-so-happy Daddy.

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"He's in here," John said, directing Deaton to the room. He looked inside and his eyes widened. He burst into the empty room, looking around frantically. The kid wasn't in the bathroom or anywhere he could see. They didn't even have a name to call after him.

Stiles sees the blur mad dash into his hospital room and before he can grab his best friend, he's up on his feet. He makes himself sit up which really was a mistake in and of itself, but he had to. "Scotty, it's okay. Sit your butt back down, please. Don't scare the kid."

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Deaton follows John and when they find an empty room, frowns," You said that he looked like the boys. Perhaps he went to go find Stiles." It was merely a suggestion but it seemed like one that needed to be taken into account.

The fact that Stiles even knew the kid was surprising but so was being told not to scare him. Scott was really protective of his friend and he didn't know this kid. Although now that he wasn't ready for a fight, he did just look like a young freaked out little boy.

"Sorry," Scott said, to both of them. "Who are you?"

Gabriel was glued to the corner of the room, but it registered somewhere that Scott wasn't still barreling down on him. It took him a moment to respond, even if it hurt. Daddy didn't know who he was either. He bit his lip trying not to tear up. "Gabriel," he answered softly.

"What are you doing here?" Scott asked, moving to sit back in his chair. It made Gabriel have to peek over at them to make eye contact.

"Telling Mommy, I'm sorry," Gabe squeaked.

Scott looked at Stiles totally confused.

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John didn't like that idea, but he didn't hesitate to go down to Stiles' room and open the door.

Seeing someone else looking angry, Gabe cowered back against the corner.

"Gabriel what?" Stiles asks looking over at the boy. However, when his dad suddenly comes into the room, Deaton somewhere behind him he can't help but scowl. "If you all are going to keep scaring the poor kid then you can get out of the room," he says with a slight scowl. "He's been through enough today."

Scott was totally at a loss. He didn't know what was going on nor why Stiles was being so protective of the kid. They didn't know this kid, right?

When John spotted the little boy, he felt really guilty for scaring him. The boy looked positively terrified and no one should do that to a child. So, he did what he thought was the right thing and took himself out into the hallway. He'd let Melissa know about Deaton being here and where the boy had ended up.

Gabe was hesitant. First, he was scared to death and second, he doubted anyone would like his answer. He really wished Junior or Dia was here. Hell, he'd even take Myles. His answer was almost too quiet for anyone to hear, but Scott. Almost. "McCall?"

Stiles calms, slightly, when his dad leaves the room and he looks towards the young boy when given his last name. It's something that he barely hears and when he does, he frowns slightly. "McCall?" So the kid was a relative of Scott's or his best friend's kid and calling him mommy..., that made no sense.

Deaton shuts the door and it startles Stiles slightly because he'd almost forgotten the emissary was there. "What year is it for you where you're from, Gabriel?"

Some of Gabriel's fear lessens when he heard Grandpa Deaton's voice. He looked up at him and was tempted to come over and glue himself to Deaton's leg like he used to do when he was really young. "2025?" He answered, nervously.

Scott didn't understand anything that was going on. He wanted Stiles to calm down and rest, not deal with whatever this kid was doing. However, his heart sank hearing the kid's last name and then the year. He looked at Stiles. "What the hell?"

"Grandpa, why don't Mommy and Daddy know me?" He asked, getting a little choked up.

Wait... 2025. Was this kid really trying to say that he was from the future? And yet... he was calling him mommy still and from what he could understand calling Scott daddy. What? That was his best friend. "Don't look at me, Scotty."

Deaton gives a slight nod to that information," Because, Gabriel, you're out of your own time. The year here is 2011. So you've somehow come 14 years into the past."

"How are we parents?" Scott asked, still really confused. Last he checked, they were both male. And they took showers after lacrosse so.. it wasn't like he hadn't seen Stiles in there. Sure he hadn't just stared at him either, but there had definitely been something swinging between his buddy's legs.

Gabriel whimpered, not sure how to take that. He certainly sounded like a wolf even if he was clearly not one at the moment. "But how? I didn't do anything... I'm not getting my bird am I?" Because, that was a priority here somehow.

"I don't know..." Stiles says with a bit of a frown. All of this was giving him a headache and he had to lean back on the bed, laying back down again because sitting up pulled on too many muscles and caused too much pain. "You asked why I didn't smell like a wolf. Why did you ask that?"

Deaton frowns slightly," I'm not sure how, Gabriel. However, I can look into getting you back to your own timeline. The bird? Was that what you were doing before you ended up in this time?"

Scott took Stiles' hand again. This time not just to take some of the pain, but also to offer up support. This was a lot to be throwing at someone who had just been in a car accident. He was tempted to see if Deaton could just take the kid elsewhere and let him get Stiles well again. But, he couldn't quite get himself to dismiss Gabriel that easily.

Gabriel nodded to Deaton. He was hesitant again to answer Stiles' question, but he did anyway. When Mommy asked a question, you answered. That's what he'd been taught. "You're a wolf," he answered simply. It wasn't how Myles would've answered in a 'no duh' kind of tone. This was still respectful even if the answer was really basic.

Deaton had managed to get Gabe from cowering, to now just sitting on the floor with his back against the wall. He didn't look as afraid anymore, but still about as lost. "Yeah, we were going to the pet store after school to get my second bird. I'd been good." And now he wasn't getting his reward, which sucked. He peeked over at Stiles before confiding even quieter to Deaton. "Mommy got hurt because of me. He's going to be mad I ruined my new coat." Which probably meant he hadn't been good like he'd been trying to be.

Stiles starts slightly when Scott suddenly takes his hand again, though he doesn't stop him. In fact, it was a good thing that his best friend was there to ground him. To keep his head clear of everything that was going on around them. Hell, to keep him from having some kind of panic attack. That, right in that moment, would be bad. However, Gabriel's answer throws him off," I'm a wolf? I've never wanted to be a wolf. I kind of like being the token human of the bunch." He watches the kid for a moment," So... older me has some kind of reward system set in place?"

Deaton moves over and kneels beside Gabriel, "I'm sure that your Stiles wouldn't care about some coat, Gabriel. He'd be more worried about you."

There was so much behind why Stiles was a wolf and Gabe knew part of it. However, he wasn't about to tell them. Probably the only one who could tell he knew more than he was admitting to was Deaton, and that was because he was close to him. Not to mention, Deaton was incredibly observant. Either way, besides nodding to the reward system question, Gabe just kept looking nervous.

When Deaton got closer, Gabe scooted even closer, so he could be right up against the man. Deaton smelled about the same as he did when he was from and it was comforting. In fact, he pressed his face against Deaton a little, like a puppy might do.

Scott ran a hand through his hair. There was something so familiar about how Gabe was acting. It was reminding Scott of himself. He would've been afraid of his mom being mad over a ruined coat. He would've been scared to answer things and upset other people. He had been pretty shy for a while before Stiles helped him out of it. Before he knew it, the kid was breaking his heart. Especially seeing how he was looking starved for some physical reassurance from Deaton. He shook his head, trying to clear it and make some kind of sense of all this.

It also made him think of something he hadn't in a while. Stiles was his best friend and he did love him. He had often pushed back any thoughts to maybe more than just friends because they were so perfect as they were. He didn't want to mess that up. As he watched Stiles' face, he wondered. Did Stiles actually have any of those feelings for him?

Silence spoke louder than words did in that moment. Especially when the kid doesn't say anything to Stiles mentioning never wanting to be a wolf. Actually, that silence scares the hell out of the token human and fear spikes in the room just slightly. Right, calm down and take deep breaths. Don't let a panic attack take him in that moment. Definitely not while at the hospital. Hell, he hadn't even noticed the tears that were starting to prick his eyes. That wanted to escape because this little boy was just... he wanted his family, home. Was worried about the little things and not the big ones. Which reminded him of Scott in so many ways.

"I'll do everything I can in order to help you get back home," Deaton tells Gabriel, reaching down and rubbing the boy's back.Not minding that the boy was pressing against his side like that. "It might take a while but I'll get you back home any way that I can."

Scott hadn't even done anything and he was already feeling guilty about Stiles becoming a werewolf eventually. Somehow, he knew it was his fault. Either him failing to protect him from something or having to do it himself for some reason. It was terrifying and he knew Stiles wouldn't forgive him for it. At least.. not until they were- but wait! Despite all this, they hadn't figured out just how he could have kids with Stiles. That didn't make any sense! He rubbed his thumb along Stiles' hand. The scent of Stiles' tears were what tipped him off, since his gaze had been locked on the child. He got up and- without letting go of Stiles' hand- stretched over and snatched a tissue box. He pulled one out and gently dabbed at Stiles' eyes.

"Okay," Gabriel said, having total faith in Deaton's ability to do this.

Scott finally decided they might need a break. "Deaton, do you think you could take him down to the cafeteria and find him some food?" He wanted to talk to Stiles alone.

Stiles nearly jumps out of his skin when Scott suddenly dabs his eyes but that just," Scotty..." Because if there's some future where he became a werewolf that means he'd nearly died for some reason or another. Something, but he's not entirely sure what.

Deaton gives a nod before picking Gabriel up, not caring that the teen could walk himself," Hospital food isn't all that bad. So hopefully you like spaghetti."

"Hey, it's okay," Scott whispered, trying to keep Stiles calm. At least until the kid left.

Gabe just giggled at being carried like that. He seemed fairly used to it, though usually from his dad or Derek and not Grandpa. Still, he wasn't complaining. The idea of food was appealing and who didn't like spaghetti? No one in his house, that's for sure. Once in the hall, he told Deaton about how it was one of the meals Scott made. Most of the others came from Mamaw or Stiles. At some point he'd want to come back and apologize (again) for the wreck, but fortunately he was distracted for now.

Scott breathed a sigh of relief when they were gone. "Why does all the crazy stuff have to happen to us?" He said, a frail attempt at humor.

"No, Scotty, it isn't okay," he says softly with a bit of a frown. The humor, unfortunately, is lost on him right now. "What in the world happened in that boy's future where I become a wolf? We both know that I don't want that. So what happened, Scotty?" He doesn't even realize just how badly his panic is trying to rise.

Deaton gives a bit of a chuckle and listens to Gabriel tell his story. "I bet that they both cook really good meals. After this, how about we visit the clinic and you can see the puppies."

Well Deaton just opened up a whole other topic Gabriel was excited about. He babbled the whole meal about their new puppy and how much fun it was for him and the other kids to play with it. He was painfully shy around others though. Just getting him through the line in the somewhat crowded cafeteria was a bit of a chore. The kid had about -5 confidence. Besides that, he had really good manners.

Upstairs, Scott sighed and he ran his hands through Stiles' hair again. "Whatever happens, we know you live through it. We both know I wouldn't turn you if there were any other choice. If you're turned by someone else, you still end up with me and are safe. He was worried about you getting upset about his coat, so clearly you're healthy and taking good care of him."

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