truealphascott | AU: Scott/ Stiles/ Gabriel

Gabriel embraced Deaton back, enjoying the affection. Even in his normal time, he could get clingy for affection. It had really affected him that he was here. "We watched a movie once and the Doc told Marty not to tell him about the future," Gabriel answered. "Is it bad?"

He didn't want to be responsible for exploding the universe.

~~

"You sure?" He was surprised to hear them letting Stiles out. Of course, he was really just banged up not in desperate need of the hospital. Just pain killers and bed and he could get that at home.

Deaton hugs him a bit tighter," It was just a movie, Gabriel. Nothing bad is going to come of you telling him about the future." Perhaps telling Stiles might help but he could be wrong too.

~~

"Yeah, Scotty, I'm sure," Stiles says with a bit of a chuckle. "I didn't break anything. Just got bruised up pretty bad." Okay, so maybe his ribs were either bruised or cracked a bit. There was no telling since all they could do is tape them up. "So after school we should head over to Deaton's."

Deaton's encouragement got Gabriel to relax. He could stop fretting and think about more important things- like breakfast! "Can we eat? I'm hungry," he asked, trying to sound polite even if he didn't succeed.

~~

"Okay cool. Just rest and stuff till then, okay?" Scott said. He knew he was coming off like a mother hen but he didn't care.

The vet chuckles slightly before shaking his head," We can eat. Sausage and eggs?" After all, he doesn't know what Gabriel likes.

~~

"Scotty, I'll be fine. I'm resting," he says with a chuckle. "I'll see you when you get out of school."

The suggestion gets a big grin out of Gabriel. "Yes please!" He was into fruit too, but he's polite enough not to start demanding more than what was offered. "I can help. Junior lets me stir the eggs with the.. uh.." he paused trying to remember what the tool was. "It's metal with the wires.."

~~

Scott said good bye and then ran off to school. He day dreamed during some of it, but otherwise he was a good student today. He was trying to be better about it at least.

"The whisk?" Deaton asks with a smile. "Does he normally make french toast when he does that or just scrambled eggs? What else would you like with breakfast?"

~~

Stiles? He eats some of the hospital food before relaxing, resting, charging up his best friend's phone and playing more games on it. Then after sleeps some. That way he's well rested for later.

"He's done french toast before, yeah. Mostly eggs though. Sometimes we do pancakes and if Scott's home he gives us toast with jelly. Did you know that jelly is Jello in England?" Gabriel shared. "We have fruit sometimes or juice or milk or coffee, but I don't like coffee." He wrinkled his nose at the idea of it. "It makes your breath stink."

"No, I didn't know that," he tells him with a chuckle. Even someone as young as Gabriel could teach the vet something new. "What kind of fruit would you like? As for something to drink I've only got milk, water and orange juice."

"I like all kinds of fruit!" Gabriel said, very proud of this fact. "I like melons and berries and bananas and apples and... I like milk! But don't put milk and orange juice together. I did that once and it was gross." Just in case Deaton ever got curious about that combination.

"Well, I have strawberries and bananas," Deaton tells him with a smile. Though at the mention of the orange juice and milk together, he laughs. "Why did you go and do something like that for?" Even as he asks he moves them into the kitchen to get out bowls, eggs and the whisk. Making sure they had everything they needed in order to make breakfast.

"Those are my favorite," Gabriel replied. He didn't try and help without being asked. He knew better than to try and get in the way of a cook. "Yeah.. it was on accident. Mommy had given me juice and then was giving some of us refills on milk. He didn't look what I had and just poured it in. I didn't tell him because I didn't want him to feel bad about it, but it's gross."

"Then we'll get some out so you can have them with breakfast," Deaton tells him. "I'm sure that's easy for him to do. Is that the only time he did it?" He's amused by the antics of the McCalls. "How about you make the eggs, Gabriel, and I'll make the sausage." After all, he doesn't need the young McCall getting hot grease on him. "Then we'll sit down and eat. After that, we'll find a few things to do and then Scott will probably bring Stiles over."

Gabe nodded. There was a lot of cups on the table, it happened. Mamaw about loses her mind when someone spills something since it often caused a domino affect. Someone tries to catch the spill, knocks something else. It was bad.

"Oh okay," he agreed. He hadn't actually cooked the eggs, he'd just whisked them. But he'd watched Junior, so how hard could it be? He cracked open a few eggs and got a couple pieces of eggshell in the bowl. Digging them out got his hand all gooey, so he wiped it on his jeans. So now his jeans were dirty. Then he whisked it to an inch of its life and poured his eggs in the pan Deaton had intended to use for the sausage. Because, kids.

Deaton tries not to laugh when he suddenly has eggs in the pan he was going to use for sausage. That was just fine though," How about we switch positions, Gabriel. You're going to need to be on this side to make your eggs." They'd have to get the boy more clothing as well. He'd have to see what he had here first before taking him out.

He pulls his phone out John, whenever Stiles is ready you're free to bring him over.

Thanks.

John headed to the hospital (where he was going originally anyway) to check in with Stiles. He stopped at the nurse's station to see if he could find Melissa first.

~~

Gabe had thought the pan Deaton had gotten out was for him. He didn't even catch that there had been a mistake made. He just switched sides and looked at the eggs starting to slowly get that white color. "Do I use a whisk in the pan too?" He listens to whatever Deaton tells him for how to do this.

"John," Melissa says when she sees him. "Ready to sign Stiles out?"

~~

"No, you use a spatula for the pan," Deaton states. "It's in the drawer right next to you." The fact that Gabriel was willing to learn was something that he loved about the young McCall. It reminded him of Scott and Stiles both.

John's eyebrows rose. "Oh, he's ready now? I can if he is." That would be better than a second trip even if that's what he'd planned on. "And what's this kiss thing?" That was still strange.

~~

Gabe put the whisk down and then found a spatula. It took him two tries to find what a spatula was but with Deaton's help he found it. When he did, he noticed a tiny set of silverware with Ninja Turtles on the handles. "What are these for?"

"I checked on him a few minutes ago and he was sleeping. But he's been waking up every half hour or so." More than likely do to the pain even if Melissa has given him medication for it. She does, however, hand John a slip of paper. "That's to get his bottle of medication. It won't affect the adderall." As for that next question, she shrugs," I... don't know. I walked into the room to check on Stiles and they were kissing."

~~

Deaton watches him, showing him how to use the spatula. However, when the boy finds the Ninja Turtle silverware he can't help but chuckle," Those belonged to Derek. There's a pair of princess ones as well that belonged to Laura."

"Huh," John said, shaking his head. Whatever. Maybe they were just trying it out because of the kid? He had no idea. Pushing that aside, he went to peek in the room. "Stiles?" He whispered, not wanting to really wake his son if he was asleep.

~~

"Really? Laura?" Gabe asked. Then he remembered where Laura's name came from. "Oh! That Laura! My sister would be mad if someone gave her anything princessy or pink." She liked her leather jacket thank you very much.

There's a soft groan out of Stiles and he opens his eyes a little to look towards the door, confusion written on his features," Dad?" Why was his dad there?

~~

"Yes, Laura," Deaton says with a chuckle. "Oh, trust me, big guy, Derek's sister was a rough and tumble girl. But she loved her princess stuff too. However, she didn't like the color pink. She liked green. Said it reminded her of the woods."

"Hey kid," John greeted with a gentle smile. He moved closer and softly touched Stiles' brow. "How are you feeling?" He was wondering now if they shouldn't go home first and let Stiles sleep for a while before going over and facing a hyper kid.

~~

Except Gabe wasn't a hyper kid. He was a kid and he was curious, but he wasn't the type to go screaming and running around the place. He was the type that could entertain himself for a long time with colored pencils and a coloring book. Or snuggling with Peanut. It hadn't been a planned thing for the dog to become something he was attached to, but he had too much of Scott in him. The boy loved animals of any kind and usually preferred their company to other people's.

"I like pink," Gabriel said. "Laura just wants to be like Derek. Myles does too. He's Derek's favorite."

He closes his eyes at the touch to his brow before opening them again," Sore and stiff, but past that I'm doing pretty good." However, Melissa had given John the paper to get Stiles' pain meds. "What's up?"

~~

"The eggs almost done?" Deaton asks giving the boy a bit of a smile. He smiles at Gabe's statement though," There's nothing wrong with liking pink. It's a good color." He chuckles," Oh, so she wants to be a grumpy sour wolf like Derek, hmm? Or has Derek changed for the better in the future?"

"You're being released from the hospital. If you feel up to it, I can take you home and you can sleep for a while. At some point we need to go rescue Deaton from that kid." It was said with humor, not a real worry that Deaton was getting tied up and hit with a wiffle ball bat. He had the prescription and would get it taken care of while Stiles was in the car or at home, depending on what it looked like he could handle.

~~

"Uh.." Gabe started to reach in to touch the eggs with his fingers before catching himself. "I don't know. I think so?" He wasn't sure.

He smiled at being given the extra encouragement about being a boy and liking pink. Giggling, he nodded about Derek. His remark had the utmost fondness to it. "Yep, he's a grumpy, black wolf." He must not be too grumpy if the kids seemed to like him as much as Gabriel did.

"Actually, I'd rather go to Deaton's and see Gabriel," Stiles tells his dad with a bit of a smile. After all, he's been sleeping most of the night and most of the day too. So he doesn't want to go home and sleep more. He actually wants to see this kid that's a product of him and his best friend.

~~

"Don't touch it with your finger," Deaton tells him. "I don't want you getting burned." Looking over at the pan he gives a nod," They're done." Grabbing two plates he places them in the middle of the stove. "Use your spatula and put them the eggs on the plates. It's okay if it doesn't work for the first time. We'll just make more eggs." However, at the mention of what Derek was he chuckles," Sounds like you kids love him a great deal."

"Okay, we can do that," John said. "I'll get you settled and then go get your medicine. And for the record, I don't want any bitching and moaning about taking these. Doctor's orders, okay?" He knew Stiles could get stubborn and weird about resisting medicine.

He fills out the discharge forms for Stiles and then gathers up his stuff. It took a while and they had to get a nurse to get a wheelchair to take him to John's car. It was standard policy even if Stiles felt like he could walk.

~~

"Sorry," Gabe said. His mommy would've been unhappy with him for doing that too and he knew it. He dropped only a small amount of the eggs on the stove. Most made it onto the plates and he had to resist grabbing them and putting them on the plates but the eggs were too hot to touch.

"Yeah, he's Uncle Derek," Gabe agreed. "I spend more time with Ethan. They got mads at Myles once for saying Derek was his favorite so we don't say it anymore. We know it but it's okay."

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