truealphascott | AU: Scott/ Stiles/ Gabriel

"Is he in pain?" Gabe asked Deaton already in love with the puppy after holding it for about three seconds. He knew Mommy didn't like it when they would use their healing power, but he just couldn't bear the thought of the little animal suffering. How they were going to get Gabe home and without taking that puppy with him was anyone's guess.

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"Stiles, stop it," Scott almost scolded him. He knew how Stiles could get into these downward spirals, so he was trying to stop the cycle. "You can. We can. That boy sees you as his parent." Saying 'mother' was still too weird. "In whatever universe he's from, we've raised a kid. Whatever we had to do to make that happen, we've done it. We've succeeded. He wouldn't have been clinging so hard to you if we hadn't."

"No, Gabriel, he's not in pain," Deaton tells him. Though he can't help but smile. "He is, however, a very hungry puppy. Just keep him wrapped up so he doesn't get cold and feed him what's in the bottle."

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"No, Scott, I'm not going to stop it," he says with a slight scowl. Sorry, Scott, but that's not how his panic attacks work. Or that downward spiral he has going on. "We don't know what in the hell is going on in his universe. We don't know why I became a wolf because I have always been adament about being human. Nothing more than that. And a child can cling to... you know what, never mind." He's not going to sit there and just, yeah. He's in pain, on the verge of panic and just... This was a lot to take in all in one day.

Gabriel smiled with relief and did just as Deaton asked. He also started talking to the little puppy as it drank from the bottle. For Gabe, animals were preferable to people in most cases. They weren't as intimidating or as mean. So far, he'd never met an animal he didn't like.

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Scott sighed. "You realize that might not be our future, right? There could be a million possible futures. There's no reason for you to get upset about something that may not ever happen." He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. "And I know you've always been adamant about that, but we both know things don't always turn out how we want them to." Like Allison.

Deaton gives a smile as he watches Gabe feed the puppy," He'll probably need a bit more than that." After all, he was a runt and needed all the attention he could get.

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"We don't know that though, Scott," he says with a shake of his head. "We don't know what future is what or if..." He frowns before sinking back into the bed. "I want to know what the hell happened."

"More?" Gabe asked surprised. He grinned at the puppy and kissed it's forehead. The snout was getting messy with how it was snarfing the bottle. "You're a little piggy," he joked, fondly. "That's okay though, pigs are cute too."

For now he was distracted from worrying about Stiles and Scott and how he didn't technically have a home here. So far, he hadn't realized that aspect of all of this.

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"I don't think that's a good idea," Scott answered, shaking his head. "We shouldn't know about our future like that."

"Normally the runts are the ones with the most appetite," Deaton states with a bit of a smile. "Because when they're born, unfortunately, sometimes they don't get enough milk from their mother." He is,however, glad that Gabe was sufficiently distracted.

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"I don't care if it's a good idea or not, Scotty," he states closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again, looking towards his best friend. "I want to know why in the hell I'd become a wolf. I want to know what in the hell was so bad in my life that I decided to go against everything I stood for."

Gabe smiled though that description didn't completely work for him- not that he didn't have a healthy appetite like Deaton found out at the cafeteria. "Junior's the one who eats all the time. Myles says if he was human he'd be really fat."

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Scott's expression darkened a bit. "And why is it everything you stand for is to not be what I am?" He asked, finally getting upset. "Do you really want to ask some kid what happened? What if he had something to do with it? What would it do to him to have to admit that to you? He already feels terrible for making you wreck your jeep."

"I'm pretty sure that your parents wouldn't of allowed something like that if he'd been human," Deaton states. "Though a healthy appetite is something that's very good to have." Especially, if by what he gathered, they were all born wolves.

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"Maybe because I like being human, Scott," he states with a frown, turning onto his side and curling up. "I have never wanted the bite and I've had it offered to me before. I didn't want it then. Besides, it would probably mess with me being the whole Spark thing or something too." He closes his eyes and feels his heart pounding a bit harder, a bit faster," I need to know what happened, Scotty." Which was kind of messed up when normally he'd be the one talking about paradoxes and things like that. However, none of that mattered. He needed answers so he didn't feel like he was drowning and that the world was swallowing him whole.

"They don't stop Ally from eating," Gabe said, thinking about that. "But she doesn't eat like we do. She get sad sometimes because she's different but I try to tell her it's okay. I'm the only one who looks like me." All the rest had either brown or black hair depending on if they took after Scott or Stiles. He was the 'freak' as Myles so lovingly put it.

~~

Scott didn't understand where Stiles was coming from. He understood wanting to remain human, but he didn't understand it being this big of a catastrophe. It bothered him a lot that Stiles was being so narrowly focused. Part of him wanted to protect Gabriel from having to share whatever tragedy happened while another was more selfish. He wanted Stiles to stop seeing this like it would be the end of the world.. like he was too good to be what Scott was.

Despite that, he could sense Stiles was about to lose it. So he put his own feelings aside. "Scoot over," he said, before getting up and moving closer to the bed. Whether Stiles liked it or not, he was crawling onto that bed with him.

"Is Ally the only one of the two litters who is human?" Deaton asks watching Gabriel for a moment. "The rest of you are wolves then." It's more of a statement than question.

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It wasn't that he thought he was too good to be a wolf. No, it was more along the lines of he was already a Spark and it was bound to interfere if he ever became a wolf. Though, in that moment, he just wanted answers. Wanted things to go back to normal. School, being home alone because his dad worked too damn much, and lacrosse practice. Game nights with his best friend.

He barely hears Scott but scoots over giving him a bit of room. Hell, he's pretty sure one of the doctors might send Scott out eventually. Unless, of course, Melissa had a hand in things then hopefully not. He needed his best friend there to keep him grounded, so to speak.

Gabe nodded. "Yeah, she was in my litter. The other four older ones were all wolves. Claudia, we call her Dia, is the white one. I'm the white one with a gray spot. Caleb and Myles are dark brown. Junior is sort of gray and brown mixed. Laura is my age and she is gray. I don't know why our hair color and our fur color aren't the same." That was just a random thing he'd always wondered. He thought his gray spot looked kind of funny, but the others swore it was cute. Except Myles, but he was a butthead.

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Scott stayed pressed against Stiles, relieved to hear his heartbeat slow to normal- or close- again.

Somehow he just knew whatever happened had been his fault. It was hard with Stiles so adamant about learning this information about their future. He hoped he could get Deaton to back him up on this. Even with more on his side, he was sure Stiles would get it out of him eventually. Poor kid.

Deaton gives a slight nod," It's not uncommon for two werewolf parents to have a human child." However, he listens and smiles a bit listening to the puppy whine because the attention wasn't on him. "Is he done with his bottle?"

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Stiles leaned back against Scott letting his body relax slightly. "What're we doing, Scotty?" It's soft as he closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath. We're sure that Scott can pick up the chemosignals of pain, confusion and anxiety all in there. However, laying there with his best friend was helping some.

"Derek and Isaac's baby is human," Gabe informed Deaton matter-of-factly. Then his attention was drawn back to the puppy. "No, I haven't forgotten about you, silly!" He told the puppy before nuzzling it's face, milk smudged and all. Shaking the bottle he nodded. "It's empty."

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"We're resting," Scott told Stiles in a very simple way. It was what Stiles needed and so he'd make sure it's what he got. His own problems or thoughts could hush up for a while. Unless they came in here and caused a big ruckus, he wasn't budging.

He raises a brow at that before giving a nod," Your family sounds amazing, Gabriel." Though it was interesting to hear about Isaac and Derek having a child as well. Moving over he takes the bottle," I'm going to get him another one. He might not drink all of this one. If he doesn't that's okay."

~~

"Right..." He murmurs leaning back against his best friend. "Until they run you out, right?"

"They won't run me off. Sleep, I'll be here when you wake up," Scott promised. He'd growl at anyone who tried to move them. Fortunately, he doubted anyone would. Not with how well the staff knew him because of his mother and how this was helping with Stiles' anxiety. He could be wrong, but he didn't think he was.

~~~

Gabriel smiled at the compliment. "Thank you. Sometimes I think it's too big, but then other times I don't." It depended on the day and if Myles was picking on him or not.

While the puppy had to wait for another bottle, Gabe played with him. He made a similar playful growl to the puppy's when he found something to play a very gentle game of tug of war.

"Okay..." He murmurs, pressing back against his best friend a bit more until he's comfortable. Until his body decides enough is enough and his breathing evens out.

Melissa comes in a few minutes later and smiles slightly," How's he doing?"

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"The Hales had quite a huge family," Deaton tells him with a smile. "I've known them for a long time and there were more Hales than this county could count, I'm sure." He watches the puppy give soft growls or try to anyway before tugging on Gabe's hand in turn.

"Yeah? I think Daddy is getting overwhelmed but I overheard Mommy talking about wanting even more. Do you think he's trying to win and have more kids than the Hales did?" That was his only guess as to why anyone would want to have that many kids.

He kissed the puppy's head again and stopped playing when it yawned. "Aw, the baby is tired now that his belly's all full."

~~

Scott had almost nodded off when he heard Melissa come in. He shook his head. "He's totally freaked out," he admitted. "We might need to give him a horse tranquilizer." Totally kidding.

"No, I don't think that Stiles is trying to compete with the Hales," he tells him with a chuckle. "I think that your mother just wants to have a big family because he's an only child. As is your dad."

~~

"Well, if he doesn't get enough sleep while he's here then we might have to give him a sedative," she tells her son. Moving over she cards fingers through their hair. "He got himself pretty good."

"Oh.. that sounds kinda lonely," Gabe said thoughtfully. "Can I name the puppy?" And in typical kid fashion, he was on to the new topic in under three seconds. He didn't want the puppy to be lonely.

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"He sure did," Scott agreed. He wouldn't confess to his mom that he was siphoning pain off Stiles this whole time. He kept it subtle, but he was experiencing some of Stiles' pain. It was pretty brutal.

"Would it be okay if I stayed here with him?"

"Well, I don't believe anyone's going to take him because he's the runt," Deaton states watching Gabriel. "You can name him. I don't mind."

~~

"As long as you stop taking his pain from him, yes," she states firmly or as firmly as possible with how tired she was. "Because if you harm yourself by taking care of him then no Stiles until he's out of the hospital."

Gabe looked crestfallen at that news. The puppy was going to be alone forever? Oh no, this one was going to come with him. He tried to think of a good name and ended up with Peanut, since he was about the color of a dry roasted peanut. "Can I take him home?"

After asking that, Gabe's mind finally asked the question where was 'home'. His heart sank and he knew neither of his parents wanted him at their house. He blinked, trying to keep tears back as his thoughts were really freaking him out.

~~

"I won't get hurt," Scott protested. Shesh, she sounded just like Stiles! And never mind that that was usually a positive thing. "If I stop, he's going to need some more medicine." He was unhappy about making Stiles have to face it on his own. He'd obey for a while, but he couldn't make Stiles have to deal with that all night alone.

"He was going to stay with me. You both can until I have a talk with your parents," Deaton tells him, moving over and kneeling down in front of him. However, he's not sure how the parents of the future would take to having another animal.

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"Scott, I know what he needs," she tells her son gently. "However, if you keep taking away his pain then the medication won't work, it'll be counter productive. So I need you to stop and allow his body to heal. I'll continue checking in on him and he knows how to get me or one of the other nurses in here if he's in too much pain."

Well he was going to get another bird! Another dog was sort of, kind of, a little bit, not at all the same thing, right?

Gabe nodded, but still looked a little sad. "They don't like me do they?" He hugged the dog, feeling just as outcast as the puppy was. Runts of the world unite! Or at least runs of this particular animal clinic.

~~~

Scott sighed. "Okay," he agreed. He hadn't meant to come off as micromanaging. He was just protective, but his mom knew that. They were all protective of each other's well being. That's what family did.

"Can you believe I have a kid?" Any kid ever. The idea was just so bizarre to him. Sure, at some point or another he figured he'd have kids or a kid or maybe not. He didn't know.

It wasn't really the same, no. At the question he reaches over and gives Gabe's shoulder a gentle squeeze," That's not true and you know it, Gabriel. You have to let them get to know you first. Everything will work out."

~~

"I'm sure that you and Stiles are wonderful parents, Scott," she says with a bit of a smile. "I'm sure that you both in whatever time they're from have made us very proud."

Gabe tried to find some comfort in that reassurance but it was hard. He just wasn't convinced Stiles was all that pleased to learn of his awkward little runt. But he knew Deaton was looking out for him and that did make him feel better. Would it be so bad to live with grandpa for awhile?

"Are you going to find out if Mommy's okay?"

~~

Scott shook his head. It was so hard to even believe it. That's about when he realized Deaton had never come back from getting food.

"Did Deaton talk to you?"

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