"Stiles, eat your carrots. Come on, baby. They're good!" Claudia slowly took a small nip of the baby food, and young Stiles laughed at the gagging face she made. Smiling, Claudia tried once more, and lifted the spoon to Stiles' lips. He pecked at the spoon, and finally ate a bite. Finally! Claudia thought he wouldn't ever eat his food. She smiled, and cherished the moments she had with her baby.
"Stiles? Stiles, wake up. You'll be late for school." Stiles' dad walked in and made a tired face at the baby. "You're going to be late, get up!"
John shook his head as Stiles wiped the drool from his mouth. The brown haired boy laughed at his dad, but suddenly had a rush of sadness flood over him like a tsunami. He frowned. That dream made him feel like he was actually home again. Although he was little, and it was a blur, he could still remember seeing his mom smiling and laughing at him. He really missed that.
"Hey, get up. You've got 30 minutes until school." The sheriff almost walked out, but stopped at the door and turned around. "Everything okay? Is there somethin' wrong?" He asked, worried at the frown on Stiles' face.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Really, dad. I just had a... weird dream." Stiles said. He got up, patted his dad's back, and walked out of the room as John closed the door and followed him out.
For the rest of the day, Stiles thought about his mom more than he had since she died. He hadn't had a dream about her for years, so why would he have one now? Oh well, just go on with the day like you always have, he told himself.
After hours went by, Scott finally asked what was up.
"Hey, dude, what's up? You've been quite the whole day, and we both know that never happens," he smirked, but Stiles didn't laugh. Above Scott's shoulder, he saw a quick flash of movement, but ignored it.
"Nothing. I just had a dream about my mom last night," he sighed.
Scott sat up and showed true concern. He knew that Stiles never had dreams about his mom, plus Scott hadn't really lost a parent, so he didn't know how it felt.
"Dude, what happened?"
"Um," Stiles hesitated," it was just me when I was a kid. She was feeding me, laughing and smiling. It felt so real."
Scott frowned, not knowing what to say. Scott missed her too, but every time Stiles thought of his mom, he would keep his head down the whole day, not saying a word.
Both did just that walking to their next period, not saying a word the rest of the time.
Stiles and Scott both decided they needed to take a break from all of the supernatural crap for one evening. Since Scott became a werewolf, they haven't had much time to just sit down and hang out. So, with nothing strange happening in Beacon Hills, for some weird reason, this is just what they were going to do.
Stiles opened his house door and yelled to his dad, "Hey dad, Scott's here."
John replied back a few seconds later, with a 'hey Scott'.
When both teenagers got to Stiles' room, they closed the door, sighed, and kind of just slumped onto the bed with no words.
Scott was the first to break the silence. "We haven't really had, like, 5 minutes without supernatural stuff in a long time, have we?"
Nope.
Stiles gestured this thought with a shake of the head, just as he saw Scott doing. He sat up, and sighed for probably the eleventh time today.
Stiles noticed something different...
the door was open.
He closed it when he came in, and he nor Scott heard any footsteps. "Hey, wasn't the door closed?" In response, Scott looked at Stiles and shook his head; yes.
They both stood up simultaneously, but Stiles was the first to leave the room. He went down stairs, called his dads name a few times, but he obviously didn't hear him because there were no answers.
"Dude," it was Scott, " It's probably nothing. Let's just go back up stairs."
"No, man, I think I saw something," he said the second after he saw a flash of movement, just like at school.
Soon, they found themselves in a room Stiles never thought he would be in for a million years: His mom's room.
"Stiles, what are we doing in here? Don't you want to go back upstairs? Man, I'm sorry about your dream, but just forget about it."
But, Stiles didn't answer. His jaw felt like it had gained a ton and dropped all the way to the ground. Scott could see his eyes watering, but he didn't know what for. Soon, a single tear rolled down his pale cheeks. Stiles couldn't believe what he was seeing. He thought he was dreaming again. He thought his mind was about to get lost in all of the thoughts grouping around in his head. Right in front of him, a dirty blond haired, brown eyed lady stood in her beautiful, purple dress she used to wear everyday.
Scott was still very confused, so he asked, "Dude? What's wrong? You look like you just saw a ghost."
Stiles shook his head and held his arm over his mouth, like he always did when he was about to cry. He didn't know how to respond, so he just said, "Mom?"
Claudia, Stiles' deceased mother, stood right before him. "Hi baby," she smiled.
"Mom...oh, my god. Mom, you were dead. Oh, my god..." he started walking towards her, but stopped when Scott grabbed his arm. He looked like he was about to run because he saw a monster.
"Stiles... your mom isn't here. Your mom is dead. She isn't here."
Stiles shook his head. "She is standing right beside you, Scott. Oh, my god, mom I missed you so much." To this, Stiles walked up to his mom and hugged her, but to Scott it looked like he was hugging the air.
Yay, first chapter done! I like to do my stories in smaller parts so it's suspenseful. Anyway, if you read this, thank you! It would mean so much if you read the whole story, but please be patient for chapter 2. I hope this was good enough for a first chapter. I love Teen Wolf and Stiles, sooooo this is for your enjoyment and mine. Controlling the story is fun! This way I don't have to yell at my screen for something I don't want happening to actually happen.
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