truealphascott | AU: Scott/ Stiles/ Gabriel

"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?"

~~

"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.

~~~

"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.

~~

"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?"

"I'm going to call the hospital and talk to Melissa. To see how he's doing," he tells him. "He's a very strong man so I'm sure that he's doing just fine."

~~

"Deaton took Gabriel with him to the clinic," Melissa tells him. "That way it gave you boys time to process things. I'm sure we'll be hearing from him again."

Gabriel gave Deaton a little smile, trusting him completely. It would've disturbed Scott to see such trust from a kid he didn't know, but given Gabriel's background he had all the right reasons to be trusting of Deaton. He was grandpa and had always treated the family well. As far as he knew, they were related regardless of technicalities. So instead of asking any more questions, he just let Deaton do what he wanted to kept playing with the puppy until Peanut looked ready for a nap. In truth, Gabe started looking like he could use one too. Even if he had healed, he had been in an accident today along with randomly time traveling.

~~~

"Oh okay," Scott said, sighing with relief. It made him frown to hear himself. Why was he feeling protective of someone he barely knew? This whole situation was very strange. As far as he was concerned, Deaton could take care of the boy until they were ready for Stiles to come home. Then it would be up to discussion on where the boy went from there if back to his own time wasn't an option yet. Scott didn't know it, but Gabe was hoping Stiles would want him. Even if it was illogical, the boy wanted his mommy.

Deaton can't help but give a little chuckle," I think it's time to head to my place. Before you two fall asleep right there on the floor." Peanut and Gabriel looked so damn adorable together. However, getting the kid home, if it was possible, would take a while to figure out.

~~

"You get some rest too," Melissa tells him, making sure that Stiles got some medicine and running fingers through her son's hair. "And make sure he doesn't pull anything with all of his anxiety and moving around."

"Okay, Grandpa," Gabriel answered, covering a yawn. He got up and picked up his new puppy (it was his dammit). They were ready to go whenever Deaton was. "Do we need to take a bottle with us?" He asked, concerned for his new best friend.

~~~

"I will," he promised. He wouldn't let Stiles hurt himself even if he was ridiculously stubborn. Watching his mom leave, he put his arm around Stiles gently. It wasn't easy avoiding his injuries but he at least tried. While his mom was gone he took just a little bit more of the pain before deciding to try and honor his promise.

"No, we don't need to take a bottle with us," Deaton tells him leading them out to his car. "I've got enough to take care of him at home. So we'll be all set."

~~

It's probably a good almost half hour before Stiles jolts awake, almost almost forgetting where he was. Or that his best friend was in the hospital bed with him. Right... so it was real. The kid in the school parking lot, the wreck... everything.

On the ride to Deaton's house, Gabe nodded off with the puppy in his lap. When they got there, he woke up enough to trudge into the house and be guided to whatever surface Deaton wanted him to sack out on. Even with the risk of there being a puppy accident, Gabe just curled up with him. Part of him wanted to become a wolf and sleep that way but he resisted. It would require too much energy anyway.

~~

Scott was woken up by Stiles' sudden movement. He hadn't even realized he'd even fallen asleep. "It's okay," he mumbled, waking up. "I got you."

When they do get back to his place he gets Gabriel set up in his bed. Though he lets the little guy know that because of the pup being a runt, he can't quite stay in the bed. So he sets up a bassinet for beside the bed, something he did with the Hale children when he was with Talia, and places the pup inside with a little blanket covering its tiny body. Once he's sure both are asleep, he heads down to do a little research.

~~

He shakes his head and moves to sit up," How is it okay? All of that really happened, Scotty."

Scott sighed. Stiles' rest clearly hadn't put him in a better mood. "How about 'hey don't panic, no one is about to kill you'?" That's what he'd meant feeling Stiles jerk like that. But hey, if he wanted to look on the negative side, they could do that too. Whatever.

Stiles was half tempted to just have Scott leave the room. Though he wouldn't do that because he needed his best friend there. However, telling him not to panic was really counter productive because he's going to panic. He bites his bottom lip and gives a slight nod," Yeah, okay." It didn't stop his mind from reeling though. Hadn't Melissa also told Scott not to let Stiles pull anything? Sitting up is bound to do that.

Scott hadn't thought Stiles sitting up would hurt him. If he did, he wouldn't have been as neutral about it. However he thought his bad attitude was making things a lot worse than his body was. But that wasn't something he was going to say out loud.

"He's safe with Deaton right now," he told Stiles, hoping that would relieve some of the stress. Whatever they were dealing with wouldn't have to be increased by worries about their future son being okay. "I was going to call him when you woke up if you wanted to listen in?"

Thinking about a kid that was meant to be theirs being with Deaton didn't really set things at ease. Gabe should've been with Melissa or with John but the more he thought about it, the stupider the idea became. After all, both of them were working. So, of course, the next logical choice would've been Deaton.

He closes his eyes and tries to quell the panic before laying his head on Scott's chest. Stiles couldn't sit up like that for long though because it really was playing hell on his body," Yeah, okay, I'd like that."

Scott gave him a soft smile. "You'l be happy to know mom made me promise to stop healing you," he teased lightly. Stiles hated it when he healed him, so he thought this might amuse him a little. "I know you're upset. Just remember I'm here to help, okay?" Without really thinking about it, he kissed the top of Stiles' head. He put his arm around him again so he was supported well. "Are you hungry?"

"Good," he murmurs cracking a slight smile. After all, Scott had a bad habit of taking too much. He didn't want his best friend to lose his wolf status or anything like that. The kiss to the top of his head throws him off a bit," Starving, actually." After all, he'd normally go home after school, munch on a snack and do his homework.

"Yeah? Okay, cool. What do you want? I can go check out the cafeteria," Scott offered. Food was good. He could do food. He might not always know the right thing to say to Stiles' panic attacks, but he could always figure out what to feed him when he got the munchies. It would mean Scott slipping off the bed for a while, but that would be okay, he figured. It would give Stiles a chance to use a bedpan if he needed it.

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