truealphascott | AU: Scott/ Stiles/ Gabriel

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AU: Scott/ Stiles/ Gabriel

No one knows why half the things in Beacon Hills happen. It's not exactly something they like to put on tour guides advertising the place.

Scott had gone to work right after his class, which left Stiles to drive home on his own. He would've been able to leave sooner but he'd gotten detention. This one had been totally Scott's fault and he'd apologized at lunch, but he hadn't been able to get Stiles out of it. So when Stiles left the school building there wasn't too many around. Just as he was reaching the parking lot, a bright white flash blinded him for a moment. There was a thud and a groan of pain and then everything went right back to normal. Except now there was a blonde kid laying on the ground not ten yards from him. He was still and unconscious, but there was something remarkably familiar about his face. He wore a coat and scarf, even though it was May and he had he didn't have anything with him besides that.

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He hesitated to answer Stiles about what had triggered his own anxiety. However, he could smell his Mommy's rising and that made him scramble to think of something to tell him that would make him feel better. As he tried to think of it, he laughed before he could stop himself.

"You're not a big teddy bear, that's Uncle Derek and Uncle Ethan!" He said with an amused smile. "You're Mommy." Which seemed to explain everything, even though it didn't. He seemed to notice that and try to come up with a better way of saying it. "You're like.. pack mom." That probably didn't do it either. "You keep us in line." Did that work?

"Derek's a sour wolf," Stiles says with a bit of a chuckle. "Though Ethan is... well, he's a teddy bear and Aiden is a grizzly bear. Lots of bears in this family it seems." However, at Gabriel's explanation he seems a bit confused before giving a smile," Oh, I see. So I take care of everyone huh?"

Gabe was a little more relaxed now that it seemed Stiles was understanding him. He bobbed his head 'yes'. "Yeah, Derek can get all grumbly!" Which didn't sound at all like a negative when Gabe said it. He hadn't even noticed if Deaton had ever come back in the room.

"Yeah, you make the rules and stuff," he tries to explain. "No one messes with Mommy." It helped that Mommy was a sheriff too.

He can't help but laugh at the description of Derek because it was so true. The man could get all grumbly. Though he cants his head a bit just listening to what the boy had to say. It kind of threw Stiles a bit to hear that he made the rules.

"So what do me and mommy do for a living?"

Gabe looked a little confused back. "You're a sheriff like Papaw was. And you get all grumbly like Derek at people." He didn't think Stiles wanted to hear about the almost daily calls from the school principle.

"Daddy works with Deaton. Derek and the twins don't do anything." Which wasn't true, but close enough. Derek owned the Loft apartments and some other properties, but he didn't have a traditional job.

"Wait... so what's my dad do then?" He asks watching him before shaking his head. "Or has the man officially retired." Speaking of, his dad must've gotten stuck in traffic. Not that he cared because he was enjoying his time with Gabriel.

"Derek and the twins need to get a job too," he chuckles. "I'm surprised I've not had them doing that." Unless, of course, the kids is all the job those three need.

He frowned, unsure. "Yeah, I think so. I think it might have something to do with his back? I don't know," he answered as best he could. As long as he'd known Papaw the man had been home.

Hearing Stiles' comment on the other adults made him slightly nervous. He didn't know if Stiles actually wanted him to pass on the order or not, but he hoped he didn't. "Uh.. I don't know. But they have Bella now?"

Something was wrong with his dad's back? That throws him off for a bit but he'd always been worried that his dad would end up hurt out there. After all, being an officer of the law had those downfalls. That was for damn sure.

"The baby is more important than the job," he says with a smile. "Doesn't get the twins out of it, but you kids should always come first."

Gabe was glad to hear Stiles approved of them. It was his biggest concern. With that it made him just a tiny bit more confident. Before he thought better of it, he asked, "So does that mean you like me?" Because that's what he really wanted. He wanted his Mommy to like him even if Stiles didn't really know what to do with his future kid randomly showing up.

Stiles leans back in his seat but frowns slightly before watching the young McCall for a moment. "Did you actually think that I wouldn't like you, Gabriel?" He asks softly. "I'm pretty sure there's no way in hell that I couldn't like you. Bet Scotty will too."

There was that moment when Stiles leans back after his question that his heart just sank to the center of the earth. His eyes widen and more than a little worry is there. His question had him dropping his gaze, submissively and not confident with an answer to give. However, the rest of Stiles' answer was enough to get him back to a smile. His Mommy liked him! His Mommy thought his Daddy would like him too!

His cheeks color a little flattered and ridiculously thrilled. "I don't know. I made you hit a tree."

"You didn't make me do anything, big guy," Stiles says giving him a smile. "I did that all on my own. You just surprised me is all, but you didn't make me do anything. I'm the one that crashed but never think that you've ever made me do anything. Only I can do that."

Gabe looked unsure about that, but he didn't argue. "I'm sorry I surprised you," he said, amending his original apology since Stiles wouldn't let him take responsibility for all of it. "Do you want the last sausage?" He asked, giving the plate just a little push closer to Stiles.

~~

John showed up after getting the medicine and nodded for Deaton to step outside. When he was sure the two inside couldn't hear, he said, "I can't help but be suspicious about all of this. We've had people who pretend to be something they're not before. Do you think this kid is for real?"

"How about we split the last sausage," he says with a smile. "That way we can both have the last piece." After all, he liked to share too. He's pretty sure that he does that quite a bit in the future, as much as he possibly can.

Deaton steps outside and looks at John before giving a small smile," I believe that Gabriel is the real deal, sheriff. His manners are that of Stiles and Scott's along with looking like Claudia. So, yes, I believe that he's for real, as you put it."

John sighed. He had almost been hoping for the other answer. It made this second part easier if it had. "How do we get him home? It's going to really affect Stiles and Scott's life to suddenly have a kid to take care of."

Although right after he said that, he realized it could fall to Melissa and him. There were a lot worse situations than that. What parent that loved their children wouldn't find away to love one more?

~~

Gabriel smiled and cut the sausage with his fork. "Myles says one person cuts the other person gets to pick their side," he said. Myles and Caleb competed like that. Junior could get into that sort of competition too. Gabe followed the rules they set up even if he wasn't competitive.

"I'm going to do everything I can to get the boy back home," Deaton tells him. "However, that could take weeks or even months if not longer." There's no telling how long it could really take, honestly. "Unfortunately, I do need you and Melissa to talk. The boy can't stay here forever. Which means it'll be up to you two whether he lives in your home or hers."

~~

Stiles can't help but chuckle," That's not a bad rule to live by, big guy." So once he sausage is cute he takes the smaller piece, leaving the bigger one for Gabriel. "I think that's a good thing to live by. Especially if there's a lot of people."

This was a lot to deal with. John knew he needed to speak with Melissa before he spoke to Stiles. His son could be incredibly bullheaded sometimes... often... frequently, whatever.

"Of course," he said, nodding. "I'll.. uh.. we'll take him to our place tonight." It didn't seem right to impose on the vet any more than they already had. "Would you see that he gets these? I should really go speak with Melissa."

~~

Gabe almost protested but then he stopped himself. With a grateful smile, he takes the piece left to him. "Thank you, Mommy." He remembers the conversation he was having with Deaton before Stiles showed up. He hopped up and went over to the drawer with the silverware. "Did you know Deaton has spoons and stuff that used to belong to Uncle Derek and his sister?" He showed the Ninja Turtles spoon to Stiles.

Deaton gives a slight nod taking Stiles' meds from John," Alright, sheriff. I'll let them know unless you want to talk to Melissa first even though you're taking Gabriel tonight."

"You're welcome, big guy," he says giving him a smile. Though when he suddenly goes to a drawer and grabs out silverware, he laughs," No, I didn't know that. Though we shouldn't be surprised. Deaton knew Derek's mommy."

"Just tell Stiles to call me when he's ready to go home. I'll have something figured out to tell him by then," John said. He thanked the vet one more time before heading back to his car. Once inside, he called Melissa and asked when her shift was over. They were going to need to some time to talk.

~~

Gabe nodded. "There's a pink princess one for Laura too." He showed that to Stiles and then came back over. "Where's daddy?"

Deaton gives a nod before heading back into the house, sitting the meds down in front of Stiles who just gives him a smile. Then he leaves the two be so they can have some family time together.

"That's pretty cool," Stiles says with a grin. "Daddy is..." He looks at the clock," Should be in school right now."

Gabe watched Deaton go and wondered why he didn't stay. Deaton was family as far as he knew. On the other hand, when did he get one on one time with Mommy? Hardly ever.

He looked at the pills and then back at Stiles. "Want something to drink to take your medicine?" He asked. He didn't know where the cups were but he could use his own. There was still some juice in it.

Stiles wasn't sure what he needed with the meds but he picks the bottle up and cants his head slightly, looking at it. "That would be awesome, big guy." Though if he needs to get up to get a cup he can do that. "You don't have to get it for me though, Gabriel." He knew, or thought he remembered, where most of everything was.

"I don't mind," Gabriel said, bounding out of his seat. He had a nervous energy going on that he didn't know what to do with. There was still a need to continue making a good impression on Stiles and he was trying not to think too much about the situation he was in. He was lost in time and that was so bizarre and scary.

He checked a couple cupboards before finding a glass and then getting some water. Bringing it back, he then decided to bring the finished breakfast dishes over to the sink.

He watches this kid that was his and Scott's, smiling a bit. The boy reminded him so much of them it wasn't funny. He opens the meds taking out two pills and then the water, downing half of it with them.

"We'll have to get some things your puppy," he says, leaning back in his seat. However, he notices the nervousness but probably because of how he is sometimes. "So what do you normally do for fun, Gabe?"

"Yeah? Deaton says Peanut can't go outside. Think we can find him a jacket?" Gabe asked. Laura would've smacked him if he tried to put clothes on her dog, but Peanut was his. He could put hats and whatever else he wanted on the dog.

"Uh.. " Gabe thought for a moment. "I like flowers and animals. I don't know. I sometimes paint but I'm not as goods as my sisters. What do you do?"

He knew Stiles was different since he was in high school still. He knew what his Mommy did but the time difference might have different answers.

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