truealphascott | AU: Scott/ Stiles/ Gabriel

Scott just stuck his tongue out at Stiles teasingly. He could enjoy a few immature moments with his buddy. Once they were done talking to Deaton, he'd talk to the nurse about when Stiles could have more pain meds.

"They?" Scott asked with a confused frown. "Did.. more show up?" Oh my god! Nooo! More kids??

Stiles nearly chokes on his sandwich at the mention of both but somehow manages not to. His best friend got the question he had on his mind before he could get to it.

"No," Deaton tells them. "We had a runt at the clinic that Gabriel has become attached to. I brought them both home with me."

Scott laughed. "Oh my god.. this kid really is just like me." His mom had never given in to his plea for a dog growing up but he sure wanted one. She had to keep him out of all the pet stores and petting zoos or he'd want to take all of them home. Up until he became a wolf he'd always had some kind of pet in a jar. Usually something that didn't cost anything like a snail or bug or frog. He tried fish once, but he managed to kill those somehow. It was probably the constant feeding them that did it, but that was the only time they were very active! So of course eight year old him had kept doing it to excess.

He looked at Stiles, finding this both bizarre but amusing. Who would've thought? They had a kid that didn't look anything like Scott, but acted just like him. "I think Stiles might be stuck here for a while. Are you really okay watching him?"

"The boy has traits from the both of you," Deaton tells them with a bit of a smile to himself. "As for watching him, I'm perfectly fine with it. However, we'll have to talk to John and Melissa." Though he was also thinking about giving Stiles and Gabriel time together. Even if he, himself, needed to be there as a type of control.

Stiles gives a slight sigh," They're doing good though, right? He's doing good."

"They're both doing just fine." Deaton assures him.

"About what?" Scott asked. He didn't have a problem talking to John and his mom, he was just curious as to why they needed to. He had a habit of trying not to include them when it wasn't necessary.

Stiles' question had him giving his best friend a gentle smile. He hadn't realized Stiles was worried about that too.

"Thanks for doing this," Scott said, to Deaton. He really appreciated it.

"Gabriel can't stay with me forever, Scott," Deaton states simply. "He'd want to be with Stiles. That much I do know." However, they'd have to talk to Melissa and John about all of that. "It's not a problem."

Stiles smiles a little," ... Maybe once everything is said and done, when I can get out of here we'll come see him."

It was so dumb, but Scott found the strangest spike of jealousy at hearing Gabriel wanted to be with Stiles and not him. No, that had not been what Deaton said but that was what he heard. Logically, he understood. He would much rather be with his mom than his dad even before they'd separated. But his dad was an asshole, so there was that. His jealousy evaporated as soon as he saw Stiles' smile. Yep, this was Scott's kid. He was a big freakin' mama's boy.

"He can't stay in this time forever either, right?" Scott pointed out. "That's the goal?" Just in case he missed something.

Stiles can't help but feel a bit of pride or maybe that's not the right word, no. Not pride but something else. Either way it goes it inflates his ego a bit. There was a little boy out there who wanted to spend time with him.

"I'm still trying to find a way home for him. However, it might take a while before that happens," Deaton tells them.

"Okay," Scott answered. He looked to Stiles to see if there was anything else he wanted to add. When he didn't get anything more, he said, "We'll call again later to check in. Call my phone if you need us. We're not sure where Stiles' phone is."

When he hangs up, he looked at Stiles. "It's okay that none of this makes sense, right?"

Once Scott hung up with Deaton and he's done eating, he lays back down and closes his eyes. It hurts like a bitch but he's not going to complain. He refuses to complain about what the hell he did. "Hey, it's okay that none of this makes sense. Our lives don't make sense."

Stiles had a point there. A whole ton of this doesn't make any sense and that was before some kid from the future showed up. He threw their garbage away and found another blanket for Stiles. He gently added it to the bed for him.

"Yeah.. especially that part about us being together." Crap! Scott had not meant for that to be a spoken thought. He'd thought it but that hadn't been meant for Stiles to hear. "A- and.. you know.. all of it."

Stiles didn't want to sleep and yet he felt like he should be doing just that. Except, he couldn't sleep with all of the pain that he was in. However, Scott's statement throws him off and he stares at him for a moment. Wait...

"...Is that something that you'd even want?"

Deer in headlights. That was Scott's expression to a 't'. He didn't know how to breathe or react to what he'd mistakenly done and then to Stiles' question. He was terribly flustered and didn't know how to answer that. As the seconds ticked, he knew his silence was already telling Stiles something- what, he wasn't sure.

"I.. uh...." Scott began, scrambling for a way to back out of this. "I don't know. Do you?"

His eyes narrow and he pushes himself up into a sitting position despite the pain. To hell with the damn pain," I swear to god, Scott, that if you've waited this long to so much as touch or kiss me then after I get out of here I will take my bat to that werewolf skull of yours."

Scott could clearly see Stiles was frustrated, but he didn't understand which why he was wanting him to go with this. Was that a 'if you've waited this long' a bad thing because Stiles wanted it too or because Stiles thought it was insane given how long they'd been friends? Or was that the same thing? Just why exactly he was getting the bat?

He stared at Stiles trying desperately to figure out what that statement meant. "Was that a yes or a no?" Because seriously Stiles, he did not know!

Really? He groans slightly and watches his best friend before shaking his head. Oh god, how could he not of got that? "Scotty, just shut up and kiss me if you do want it. If not then we'll forget this ever took place and I'll die of embarrassement."

It was almost like a cartoon the way Scott's face was the perfect picture of confusion and then the light bulb over his head clicked on and he was now the perfect picture of shocked.

The shock melted away relatively quickly and he crossed the short distance to Stiles' bed. He didn't ask another question, but leaned in and kissed his best friend's lips firmly.

For a moment he's not entirely sure what in the hell Scott was going to do. Hell, he was pretty sure that the other was going to get up and walk out the door. That their friendship was going to take a pretty bad hit for it. Instead, instead the other was actually closing the distance. Was kissing him. He can't help but grin and kisses him back.

Melissa heads into the room to check on Stiles and stops short," I thought I said that he needed his rest." She really should just turn and go but she couldn't. After all, she had to attend to Stiles.

Scott nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Melissa. Since becoming a wolf people didn't just sneak up on him anymore. However, he'd been so hyper focused on Stiles, he hadn't even noticed she was there. They were lucky he hadn't just pissed himself.

And then it dawns on him that his mother had just walked in on that and omg..

Just..

"How long have you been standing there?" Because seriously, he had no idea.

Stiles jumps slightly because where in the hell had she come from?! Oh god, he just wasn't sure what to do with this or how to handle it. He can feel his heart beating pretty hard in his chest.

"Long enough," Melissa tells him. "I need to check on Stiles. Why don't you grab your things and start home, Scott. It's getting late and you've got school tomorrow."

"Aw, but mom! I can't just leave him here," Scott complained. He really, really didn't want to leave. Especially after whatever the hell that was that she'd just walked in on. Didn't they have to talk about that or.. something? (Kiss more).

"Scott," Melissa says tiredly but firmly. "You're not getting out of school, end of story. You need to get your things and start heading home." Even as she says it she moves over to administer more meds to Stiles. "You can visit him after school tomorrow. But right now you belong at home."

"It's okay, Scotty," Stiles says with a smile. More than okay really. "No lacrosse tomorrow so you'll be able to get here quicker."

Scott tries to protest, but he was just no match for the mom authority. So with a disappointed huff, he gave Stiles a weak smile. "Okay. Call.. oh crap. You don't have your phone. Do you want to keep mine?" He fished it out of his pocket again.

"I don't even know where it's at," he says with a bit of a smile. He lays back once he's instructed to because Melissa was not happy that he was putting strain on himself. Telling him that he'd be in there longer if he didn't knock it off. "Sure, even if all I'll be doing is trying to beat my high score."

Scott was satisfied once Stiles had his phone to play with and then left. It was hard being away from him and he didn't sleep much that night. He hoped Stiles wasn't having the same problem.

Gabe slept peacefully until Peanut woke up the next morning needing to go pee. He hopped out of the bassinet and then changed back to a human. He put on his underwear so he could take the puppy out. It occurred to him as he crept through the house, that he wasn't home. This wasn't Laura's puppy and he wasn't in his right time. Standing in the backyard in only his underwear, Gabe thought about this, waiting for Peanut to do his business.

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