AU: Scott/ Stiles/ Gabriel
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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.
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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Date: 2016-01-24 08:39 am (UTC)A couple of the paramedics that were alerted by Melissa brought out gurneys and split up to flank the sides of the jeep. Seeing the blood and broken glass, they got the passenger door open and ended up having to cut the seat belt to get Gabe free. He still tried to run but they grabbed him and put him on the gurney.
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Date: 2016-01-24 08:55 am (UTC)Melissa had one of the other nurses call John and let him know that Stiles was in an accident. So once the paramedics came into the hospital, she moves over to the gurneys," Can you boys tell me what happened?" She can hear Stiles mutter something but she's not entirely sure what. However, what mattered was getting the other nurses and helping get the boys into exam rooms to assess their injuries.
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Date: 2016-01-24 09:00 am (UTC)Gabe was still trying to get out, so one of the nurses had to use restraints on his wrists. It was uncommon to use on kids, but sometimes people were hysterical and needed to be protected from themselves. The coat was cut away and that's when the nurse stared confused. There were spots he'd been cut and was bloody, but there weren't any marks on his skin. "Melissa? You should come look at this." The nurse, Shelly, said.
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Date: 2016-01-24 09:10 am (UTC)She waits until Shelly is gone before giving Gabe a bit of a smile and gives his shoulder a reassuring squeeze," You're safe now. Take deep breaths and calm down for me. Can you tell me what happened?"
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Date: 2016-01-24 09:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-24 09:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-24 09:29 am (UTC)"I didn't mean to.." He began, feeling horrible for what had happened. "I just asked Mommy why he didn't smell like a wolf." How was he supposed to know that was a shocking question? His mom was a wolf. "He doesn't look right either."
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Date: 2016-01-24 09:35 am (UTC)"Hey, no blaming yourself," she tells him softly. "Can you tell me what happened before you found mommy like this?" It was weird to call Stiles that but she needed the information so she could tell her son later.
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Date: 2016-01-24 09:42 am (UTC)John came rushing in and fortunately was caught by Shelly. Everyone knew the sheriff around here so it wasn't hard to spot him. A couple other nurses had been taking care of Stiles, cleaning his wounds and talking to him. They were mostly just trying to make sure he hadn't hit his head too hard.
"Hey," John said, coming up to his son. "Stiles?" He wasn't sure yet if Stiles was with it or not.
Shelly popped her head in with Melissa. "The sheriff is here and with Stiles. Do you need anything?"
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Date: 2016-01-24 09:09 pm (UTC)Stiles looks up at him still pretty out of it," Dad?" Wait, why was he there? Oh, right, he'd crashed the jeep.
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Date: 2016-01-25 03:26 am (UTC)~~
"Hey pal," John said, pulling up a stool. "You got to quit getting hurt like this. My heart can't take it." It was meant as a joke, but it probably went over poorly. "What happened?"
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Date: 2016-01-25 03:38 am (UTC)~~
"Don't say that dad," he says with a deep frown. "I don't... There was a kid with me. And he's, I don't know... He kept calling me mom. And asked why I didn't smell like a wolf."
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Date: 2016-01-25 03:45 am (UTC)~~~
John patted Stiles' arm- a spot that didn't look injured. However, he frowned at the news. "A kid calling you mom? Did he get a good look at you?"
There were a lot of things you could tease Stiles about but being feminine wasn't one of them. There wasn't any obvious way someone could mistake him for a girl, so clearly it was the kid being hopped up on something. "Where'd you find him?"
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Date: 2016-01-25 03:52 am (UTC)~~
"He got a good look at me," he says with a shake of his head which was a bad idea. Especially when his head hurt from the crash. "He was unconscious in the school parking lot. Dad, he... vaguely looks like mom." What little he remembered about her.
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Date: 2016-01-25 04:01 am (UTC)~~~
John's frown deepened. "Did you ask him what his name was?" He asked. There had to be something going on here that would explain some of his better. Not that John understood any of this supernatural stuff. "What do you want to do? We can see he gets some help.." As in, assuming the kid has gone crazy somehow. Stiles needed only one guess where that would lead the poor kid.
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Date: 2016-01-25 04:20 am (UTC)~~
"I didn't ask him his name, dad," he says with a bit of a frown. Hell, he hadn't really thought to ask a kid calling him 'mom' what his name was. Why in the hell would he? He'd just wanted to get the kid to the hospital so his best friend's mom could take a look at him. Make sure the kid was okay. "We're not sending him to Eichen, dad. Get that thought out of your head. I'll eventually get to the bottom of it." Assuming the dang doctors let him go at some point.
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Date: 2016-01-25 04:29 am (UTC)~~~
John sighed. "It might not be our decision. We don't know who this kid is," he reasoned. However, he wasn't going to say that's for sure where he was going either. "You should rest up. I'm going to go deal with your car, okay?"
And contact Scott.
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Date: 2016-01-25 04:45 am (UTC)~~
"Okay, dad," Stiles murmurs softly. "Don't stay gone too long," he tells him before closing his eyes. The pain coursing through him getting the better of him.
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Date: 2016-01-25 04:50 am (UTC)~~~
It's an hour later when Scott tries calling Stiles.
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Date: 2016-01-25 05:00 am (UTC)~~
The phone startles the shit out of Stiles because what the hell. "Hello?" His voice is a bit raw and he groans because he still hurts slightly.
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Date: 2016-01-25 05:08 am (UTC)~~
"Stiles? What's going on?" Scott asked. He was a lot more concerned hearing Stiles' voice. He knew his friend needed some time going from sleep to really awake, but his text had worried him too.
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Date: 2016-01-25 05:14 am (UTC)~~
"Scotty," he murmurs softly. "Oh god... Can you get out of work and come to the hospital?"
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Date: 2016-01-25 05:24 am (UTC)~~~
John stared. The boy laying there wasn't just kind of like his late wife. He was strikingly similar. There was enough of Stiles in his face too that almost made his knees weak. There were other familiar traits, but he couldn't place them immediately. Closing the door again, he looked at Melissa. "Stiles said he found the boy just laying unconscious in the parking lot at the school. There was something about... " he glanced around the hall making sure he could say it without causing trouble. "Something about Stiles not smelling like a wolf."
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Date: 2016-01-25 05:31 am (UTC)~~
"Some of the boy's mannerisms remind me of Scott," she tells John once they're out of the room and the door is shut. "He calls Deaton grandpa and wanted me to call his dad. The only other one at the clinic was Scott, John."
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Date: 2016-01-25 05:37 am (UTC)~~~
John looked at her confused and then through the window in the door at the kid again. Scott. That was who the other features had reminded him of. "How would that even happen? Stiles isn't a girl and those two aren't romantically together."
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