Disclaimer: The characters of Teen Wolf do not belong to me. This is my new headcanon. Sciles is Liam's parents. It's AU of course, and they're just in their early 20s and Liam is a foster kid they take in. I DO anticipate this being a WIP, by the way. Yay! My first Sciles WIP. Okay. Read on, and I hope ya'll like! Yes, it IS in Beacon Hills, and no supernaturals.

My Two Dads

By Julia

Scott got back from the firehouse, calling out to his husband. "Stiles, I'm home!" He went into the kitchen, and found their foster son Liam at the table. He was 13 years old. Scott said, "Hey, Liam." Liam was one of Scott's favorite things to come home to. Liam was of course, difficult, being a teenager and lifelong foster child, but Scott didn't mind that. They were even planning on adopting him formally. If that was okay with Liam, of course. Although Scott could tell that Liam was coming around to living with them permanently. Scott went to get a beer out of the fridge. "Is your father home?" Scott asked, usually Stiles would come to greet him when he got home. Stiles was a cop, just like his dad. Scott knew that he'd be sheriff one day, too. Sheriff Stiliniski was close to retiring too. No one was sure who was going to get the post, but Jordan Parrish was looking like the best choice. Stiles was still too new on the force to get it.

Liam replied, "No Dad, he's not home. Ran out to get some groceries." Liam wasn't sure why they insisted on him calling them 'Dad' and 'Pop' or whatever. Liam knew that they meant well, though. Liam didn't think they were really going to adopt him, but it was nice for now. He also had to call Stiles' dad Grandpa and Scott's mom Grandma, even if she insisted she was far too young for that. Liam liked her though. She was a great mom to Scott. "Dad, I want to go and sleepover at Mason's." Mason was his best friend. He and Mason spent a lot of time together. They had known each other for awhile now.

"Did Mason's mom say it was okay? If she did then it's okay with me. Your homework has to be done before you go." Scott told him. He was finding the right line between strict and structure, but Stiles was still having trouble with that. Scott thought it was cute, but he had to get better if they were going to have Liam full time and forever. This kid just needed normalcy desperately. Scott just wanted to give him that. They wanted more kids, kids of their own, but they had wanted to help Liam, too. If things went well with Liam, they were going to take in another foster kid that needed help. Scott cracked open his beer and took a long swallow.

"Yes, Dad, and my homework's already done." Liam said. "And can you be the one to drop me off? Pop is super embarrassing when he drops me off at Mason's." Laim said, knowing that that might not be the way to ask. It was true though. Stiles could be very embarrassing when he wanted to be. Liam was starting to love them both, but he didn't want them doing that annoying dads thing. "Please, Dad. I know he loves me but it's mortifying." Liam didn't seem to notice that he had acknowledged that they loved him, but of course Scott did.

A grin spreading over his face, Scott said, "Yeah, kiddo, I can do that. Go on and get your stuff, and I'll text your dad to let him know what's going on." Scott said this with a grin in his voice, and Liam ran off excitedly to throw an overnight bag together. Scott watched him, laughing. Things might really be okay with Liam. That was when he heard his husband call out to him. "Kitchen, bae." He called back. As soon as Stiles came in, Scott went to him and slid his arms around Stiles. "Hey, you." Scott said, giving him a deep kiss. "I missed you so much." He pulled Stiles closer. "Liam's going to spend the night with Mason, so it's just us tonight. We can order in, rent a movie and not watch it." Scott thought that sounded heavenly. With him working long hours it had been awhile.

"Sounds great, babe." Stiles said, and reached for the bag of groceries. "I picked up some ice cream, I'd love to lick some off those abs of yours." Stiles kissed him once more, and Liam, who had come back down, let out a groan. Stiles chuckled. "Liam, your dads love each other. Get used to it, kiddo." Stiles told him, moving to put away the ice cream and fixings. Stiles added, "You have fun at Mason's, and I better not hear from his mom you were acting up." Liam rolled his eyes and assured his father he would behave. Stiles kissed Scott ones more. "I love you."

It only took a half an hour for Scott to drop off Liam, chatting with Mason's mom, and then he got back home. "Babe, let's go get our fucking on." He called out. As soon as he got in the kitchen though, he saw Stiles standing there, looking pale and holding out his phone in his left hand in shock. "Stiles, baby, tell me what's wrong." Scott said, taking the phone from him. He set it down on the table without looking at it. He wanted Stiles to tell him. He stroked Stiles' stubbly chin. Scott had a beard going on, too. He kept his gaze on Stiles, working as patiently as he could. It was killing him seeing his husband like this.

"That…. That was Melissa. She….. she said… my dad, he's got cancer." Stiles' mother had passed away of cancer when he was a kid. Stiles had been trying to call his husband's mother 'mom' but it was hard for him. He was trying though. "My…. my dad, Scott. He's….. It's stage four. STAGE FOUR." Stiles could barely contain his despair. In fact, he fell to his needs, and Scott moved with him, arms snaking around Stiles. "My dad, he's… I can't lose both of my parents before I'm 25, bae. I just can;t." He said, crying harder. "Scott, we have to do all we can." That was all he could get out before he completely dissolved into a Stiles crying machine. He sobbed on his hubby's shoulder.

Scott wrapped both arms around his waist, tugging him closer. "Your dad's a fighter, Stiles. He's going to make it through this. And you know that Ma will help in any way that she can. She's here for you too, Stiles. You're my husband, and she loves you too. I know it's not the same, but it's what we've got. I consider your dad my family too. You aren't going to lose him or any of us. Liam is going to have his granddad, okay?" Scott hoped that he wasn't making things worse, that wasn't his intention at all. He just wanted Stiles to be reassured. He ran his hand along Stiles' back. "I love you, I love you so much. You know that. We will get through this. All of us."

Stiles could hardly focus on the words that Scott was saying. Their night alone was ruined. Stiles didn't think that they should have Liam come home yet though. "He needs someone to come up to the medical center and get him. He can't live alone. He's going to have to stay with us. He's going to retire, so we don't have to stop working…. But we'll still need a nurse for those odd times no one's home." It all sounded like too much. It sounded way too hard to Stiles, he had to make sure his dad was okay. "If you can't do this, say so now, Scott. I have to do this."

"I know you do, I am totally going to do this with you. He's my dad too." Scott said. Scott stroked Stiles' back. "Let's go and see your dad, find out when Ma says he can come home." Scott tugged Stiles a bit. "Come on, we'll take him something to eat." He kept his arm around Stiles' waist tightly. Stiles nodded, and Scott reached for keys to the Jeep. Stiles couldn't drive right now. Scott kept Stiles close as they walked to the Jeep. He made sure his husband got into the Jeep, and then went out to the driver's side. Scott couldn't believe this. It really wasn't fair. Linden was a brilliant father. Scott had always been jealous, since his dad was shit.

They found Melissa almost right away. She was standing outside Linden's room. They had grabbed some burgers and fries. Scott leaned in to kiss his mother's cheek. "How is he?" Scott asked her in a low voice, as Stiles went on inside with the food. Scott knew that Melissa would tell him the truth. Scott braced himself for the worst, and Melissa started to tell him. As she spoke, Scott's heart fell all the way to his feet. It didn't sound good. Scott brushed his hand over his black hair. Scott told her he'd need a minute, and she went inside the hospital room. Scott paced outside. He had to be strong for Stiles. He knew that his husband couldn't do this without him. Scott just didn't know who was going to be strong for him. Scott allowed his eyes to well with tears. This was going to be really hard. Scott paced more, knowing he had to get in there, and he had to be calm. Scott was used to having to be something for everyone else. Scott paced and paced. He wasn't ready to go in yet. But he knew he had to go in soon so Stiles could know he was there. Things had been going so good lately too. Liam was finally starting to get used to having a regular home, with dads and grandparents. Now he might lose one of those grandparents? This wasn't fair. Finally Scott walked into the room. "Hi, Dad." Scott said, leaning to hug him. Scott didn't know how to do this, but he knew that he had to figure it all out.

Stiles was dishing out the burgers, and he didn't think he could do it without his hands shaking. He placed the food for Linden on the table and slid it closer to him. "I got you all the stuff you're not supposed to eat." He even put a milkshake in front of him. "Dad, Scott and I talked about all of this, and you're going to stay with us. Don't try and protest. We're going to take care of you. I mean it, too, Dad. You've got no choice." Stiles wasn't unused to being firm with him. Sometimes he felt more like the parent. Stiles didn't mind though. He liked taking care of his dad.

He was right, there wasn't any point in arguing with him. Linden took a sip of his milkshake, and looked up at his sons. "Okay. But I am doing so under protest. Where's Liam? My grandson should be here too." Linden loved Liam. They had been glad to see Linden take to Liam so easily and quickly. Linden said, "He's at Mason's, isn't he? You didn't want him to see his old grandpa like this." He was so proud of them for taking in Liam. more people needed to be like his son and son-in-law. They were doing something that not that many people did. He reached for a fry and took a bite of it. "It's okay, I get it."

They didn't stay too much longer, just long enough to fill out the forms so they could take him home, stopping long enough to get some of Linden's things for a few days. They had a guest room right next to Liam's room, which they knew would be very well received. Liam loved Linden, too. He was tired, so they helped him into bed and went to their own bedroom. Stiles was, despite what had gone on tonight, he still wanted to get laid. Make love, if your sensibilities couldn't handle the former. He stepped to his husband, and kissed him deeply, not even guessing his husband might not be in the mood for it.

And in fact, he was not. "Stiles…. I know how hard this is for you, but I just…. I can't do this right now. He's…. He's my dad too. I just, I need us to cuddle and go to sleep. Besides, we have to figure out how to tell Liam the truth. You know how much he loves your dad. He does, so much. We're trying to give him stability and this might undo all of that. We could lose Liam, he could demand new people or something. He is our son. We love him, Stiles." Scott's eyes brushed with tears. Their lives were all of a sudden falling apart, and it had been so perfect lately. They were doing great and then this happens. Scott said, "I don't want to lose him, Stiles. He's ours. He's our family. Just… I just want to cuddle with you."

So, they got in bed, laying right up next to each other. Stiles wasn't at all satisfied. But he knew that Scott was right. Even if he didn't like it. They stayed close together like that for awhile, until Scott fell to sleep. Stiles stroked his husband's back, trying to sleep. He thought that if they had fucked, he felt like he could have slept. He didn't know that he blamed Scott for not wanting to. Stiles just needed to know that Scott loved him, and go numb with pleasure. Clearly that wasn't going to happen tonight. If Scott hadn't seemed so upset, he'd have slept on the couch. But he wanted to be there for Scott. He was trying to be what Scott needed. Although Stiles couldn't help himself from being a little bit angry, even if it was selfish, because it totally was. Stiles felt he had a good reason though. It was his father that was sick. He told himself to stop thinking like that. Linden was going to live. Liam would have his granddad. Liam insisted on calling him 'granddad'. None of his previous homes had had a grandparent. Let alone two. Stiles didn't want that taken from him. He was only 13, and he'd already lost far too much in this world. Stiles didn't want to see what would happen to Liam if that happened. Things were finally calming down to normalcy.

The next couple of weeks seemed to flow by. Liam wouldn't admit it out loud, but he loved having his granddad stay over. He knew it was sad because of the illness, Pop said it wasa cancer. Liam felt bad for him, since it was Pop's dad. Liam didn't mind the new duties that came along with having granddad stay. At the moment, Liam was getting some lunch together for him and his granddad. His dads were both working. It was a Saturday. Liam had on loud music, which was actually oldies, that Linden liked. They shared a lot of the same bands. It was REO Speedwagon. Liam's favorite was Bon Jovi, who got better and better all the time. "You want cheese on your sandwich, Granddad?" Liam asked, and when he didn't answer right away, he got worried. He turned to look at Linden. "Granddad? Are you okay?" Liam asked, going over to him. He was in a wheelchair, which Liam knew Linden hated. Liam added, "I could go get Dad or Pop, I bet they will know what to do." Liam really didn't want there to be anything wrong. He couldn't handle losing his granddad. Liam didn't think he could lose anything else. This was finally a good place to be. Liam knew his dads loved him, and he had grandparents. This was the best place he'd lived so far. Not that he would admit that out loud though. Linden told him he was fine, and Liam got back to work.

A knock sounded, and Lydia Argent came in. She was friends with Scott and Stiles. "Hi, Liam." She said. She was checking up on both of them, per Scott's request. She was carrying a couple of bags of groceries, too. "Hello, Linden. I brought your meds for you, Stiles gave them to me to bring them." Lydia said, and then stuck her head over Liam's shoulder, checking his work on the sandwiches. Lydia was married to Scott's ex-girlfriend Allison Argent. Lydia had taken Allison's name, she'd been glad to shed 'Martin' as a last name. Why she wasn't sure she could say.

"Hi, Aunt Lydia." Liam said, wondering if Aunt Allison was with her, too. Of the two of them, he preferred Allison. Why he wasn't sure he could figure out. "Did Pop really ask you to check in?" He asked curiously. Liam was sure that he had, though, Lydia wasn't one to lie about something like that. Not to mention Stiles was overprotective like that and had been his whole life according to Scott. Liam really didn't mind though. Liam had never had that before now. It was really pretty cool to have someone care that much. "Is Aunt Allison with you?" Liam asked curiously. He finished with the sandwiches and put them on the table near his grandfather.

Before Lydia could answer, Stiles came in. "Oh, hey, Lyds." He said, glad that she'd followed through. She was pregnant, so she had pregnancy brain. Stiles moved to get his father a glass of water to take his meds. "Take these, Dad. You've got to take them with food anyway." He said, slapping the pills into his father's hand. Then he ruffled his son's hair. "You've been really helpful with your granddad, so you get a night off. You can go spend the night at Mason's and come home late tomorrow." Stiles told him. He watched Liam's face light up. That made him feel great. Stiles really loved being a dad. It was one of the best things in his life. Stiles reached for a sandwich, (BLT, his favorite) and took a large bite. Stiles had come home to check on Linden, and then he was supposed to get back. Parrish was acting sheriff at the mo, and Stiles didn't want to get him pissed off if he could help it. Stiles watched his family talk and eat, Lydia fussing over Liam. Stiles knew that was her pregnancy hormones. Liam didn't seem to mind though. Stiles knew also that Liam loved his new life, whether he would admit it out loud or not. Stiles loved that Liam had accepted his life. He and Scott didn't want to tell him yet, but Lydia was their surrogate. Liam was getting a baby sibling. They were really quite excited and thrilled.

Later that evening, Lydia and Allison were laying in bed. Lydia was reading a book and Allison was watching television. Allison glanced at her wife. "So, how is Stiles' dad?" She asked. Allison had never thought that she and Scott were meant to be. She knew she'd been just a beard to him. That had been okay with her. Allison thought maybe she'd fallen for her wife almost immediately. Allison loved that Lydia was carrying their baby for them. She and Lydia weren't ready for kids yet. Allison wasn't even sure she wanted them, to be honest. "And can I get you anything?" Allison asked, moving over to her, and moving Lydia's book, kissing her neck. Lydia seemed to be into that, so Allison's hand moved down inside Lydia's nightgown and cupped her breast. A groan left her wife's mouth, and she arched into the touch. Allison moved the fabric down, and lowered her mouth over it, giving the nipple a good suck. They were both letting out moans of pleasure now. Allison loved to make her wife moan whenever she could. Thoughts of Stiles' dad were forgotten as Allison continued to turn on her wife, hands moving all over that voluptuous body. Allison loved this, it was turning her on.

Scott was at the firehouse, enjoying himself. It was just him and Kira Yukimura. They were watching a game, a lacrosse game. They had both played lax in high school. So had Stiles. Scott was opening the pizza boxes, and taking out a slice. Kira was also with one of their exes, this time Stiles' ex Malia Tate. They weren't married though. Just dating. Scott took a bite out of his slice and looked at Kira. They'd never dated but he'd had a crush on her. She was gorgeous. Scott brushed his free hand over his black hair. He wondered if he should ask her some advice on Stiles' dad. Scott wasn't sure that he could talk about it right now though. The game was going well, and they had pizza. Scott didn't want to ruin the mood, and Linden was doing a little better anyway. Scott was trying his best to stay positive, too. They were doing their best to keep him doing what his doctors told him to be doing. Scott didn't know what to talk to Kira about. This was the first time they'd worked together in awhile. "So what's going on with you, Kira?" Scott asked curiously. He hoped she'd take it, so they could talk about something happy. When had life gotten so complicated since high school? It wasn't so bad though, or at least, it hadn't been. Now it was like the shit had hit the fan. Scott wished that he had stepped to the right of the fan. Had he been raised differently, he might have seen it coming. Some comedian had said that, he didn't remember who, but he had been fucking hilarious.

Kira didn't know how Scott was being so calm right now. His father in law was dying. Kira didn't have to worry about that with Malia, her parents were gone. Even her adoptive parents. That was far too much for Kira to think about right now. Kira looked at Scott askance, her expression quizzical. She couldn't imagine how he must be feeling right now. But if he didn't want to talk about it, she wouldn't make him. Kira didn't know what to talk about though. They sometimes ran out of things. "Nothing much, although we spent an evening with Allison and Lydia last night." Lydia was getting increasingly pregnant.

"That's great." Scott said. See, he could do that, talk about them. Lydia WAS carrying their baby. "Isn't she gorgeous and glowing? I can't wait to find out what the sex of the baby is. Stiles wants to wait though." Scott was going to go when it was time to find out, but Stiles wasn't. Scott was okay with that. He was so ready for this baby. He had already had a talk with Liam too, to make sure that he knew they still loved him. Scott didn't know from experience, but he knew that jealousy could happen. Scott didn't want Liam to think that they would love him any less. Scott wasn't worried though, he knew Liam was starting to relax.

That evening, Scott and Stiles had some time to themselves. They were kissing madly and their hands were all over each other. Scott's hands ran up Stiles' chest, stroking the strong abs of his husband. Stiles moaned as his hands ran up Scott's back. They were already naked. Scott pressed his hardening cock against his husband's, and they both groaned. Scott then decided that he wanted to give Stiles a hummer before he was inside him. He moved down on the bed, and ran his tongue along the hard shaft. Stiles groaned and his hips arched. Scott put one hand on Stiles' hip, and took all of him in his mouth. Scott sucked and licked, his other hand pushing two wet fingers up inside his husband. Stiles cried out his name, his hands fisting in the bedcovers. Scott hummed around his husband's cock, running his tongue over the tip. "I'm gonna come, fuck!" Stiles gasped out loud in ecstasy. "Oh, fuck, Scott!" He gasped breathlessly. Scott grinned around his cock as he did his best to suck it. Stiles moaned and one of his hands went up into Scott's hair. His husband let out a moan. That felt amazing. That was when Stiles came, flooding into Scott's mouth, who eagerly swallowed it all. He moved off him with a pop, looking up at Stiles. A grin was on his face. He moved up and kissed Stiles, their tongues melding together. Scott knew Stiles could taste himself on his tongue. They both shivered at the thought.

That was when Scott removed his fingers and parted Stiles' legs, and then slammed into him, both of them gasping breathlessly. They began to move together, Scott gasping more as he sank further into Stiles, brushing up against his prostate. They both let out moans then, Stiles growing hard again against Scott's stomach. He squeezed around Scott's cock, and this elicited them both to cry out. Scott came then, once he was inside Stiles it didn't take much. His hand moved down and jerked Stiles off until he came again too .They had needed the stress release. Now they could focus.

Author's note: Not as long as it could have been, but I hope you enjoyed anyway! More soon!