Stiles is eight and he was alone. It didn't make him feel bad or hurt inside not like it used to, it was just a fact. His mom died, his dad may as well have been for all the parenting he does. But that was okay with Stiles. He quickly got over the fact that his dad neglected him, practically abandoned him. It's been 6 months since his world ended. He got over it within a week, when his dad nearly killed via alcohol poisoning. Aside from the occasional panic attack he was fine. If Stiles wasn't such a research nerd, he wouldn't have known how to save his dad from death, or help himself to cope with the attacks alone. Despite the fact that his dad was the worst parent in the world right now, Stiles could remember when he wasn't. That didn't make a difference to Stiles. What good were memories of a good man, when he wasn't one now? So Stiles became indifferent to the man sharing a house with him. If he couldn't love his son like he was supposed to, then why should Stiles put any effort into it?

For nearly a year this carried on. Stiles didn't realize how it affected him. He became a withdrawn, over protective person. He was more likely to act like a father than a friend and that caused him to lose what little friends he had. It hurt, but he figured there must be something wrong with him to cause everyone to leave him. Why else would he be alone, with no one to hold him, with no one to take care of him?

And then he met Scott Mccall.

A boy who who didn't mind Stiles personality, who didn't send him wary looks when that Stiles was looking. They met at school, Scott had just moved to Beacons Hills. It was going horribly, nobody liked him. Everywhere he went he was sneered, jeered, and picked on. Kids ran thinking his asthma was contagious. He tried to explain that asthma was something you were born with, not something you caught but they didn't listen. Why would they? They were a bunch of unintelligent children caught up with the 'latest fad' or the popular choice.

It was lunch time and he sat miserably at a table, alone and friendless. He looked hopefully at a full table of laughing children and went to stand when one of them turned and started laughing causing the rest of the table to follow. His heart sank to his toes and he pushed away tears. Scott sunk back down, looking at the table top. His father was right. He was an interruption, he didn't need to interfere on their lives. He was a distraction.

Across the cafeteria at a lone table by himself, Stiles looked at the miserable boy among the other kids. He could eel something pull and tug in his chest as he stared at the boy who looked so sad. He couldn't stand the tugging anymore. He stood and walked to the boy.

"Don't mind them. They don't have any sense." Stiles was not going to be one of the kids running away. He looked it up, asthma isn't a contagious thing. The kid's head shot up and the biggest brown eyes he had ever seen looked at him with a heartbreaking hopeful,wary look. Stiles' stoic face softened, and he smiled. Kids at the other tables facing him went quiet with shock. Not that he knew his expression was strange. He didn't realize that never smiling was an abnormal thing for a child. Who was there to tell him?

"Wh- Who are you?" Scott tugged at the sleeve of his shirt. The boy had whiskey colored eyes, he knew cause dad had some in the living room. His face was weird- Like it wasn't used to moving like that. Sort of like really thick glass. Scott didn't mind though, He was the first person besides a teacher to talk to him. Mind made up, he beamed at the boy, hoping his dad was wrong and that he wasn't a interfering brat.

"I-I'm Stiles."

Stiles was hit full blast with the smile, and he was stunned. He felt a warm feeling like a hand squeezing his heart, and for the first time in a while, he really smiled at another person.


It was a relationship that many would speak about in the years to come but for now the family was only just budding. Stiles had looked up the feeling he had had. In the end, the three options were the feelings of a lover,the feelings of a father, or the feelings of a brother. After close examination and a lot of mind spinning research, Stiles found that he definitely didn't think of Scott as a lover,so he settled for a familial feeling. Stiles was eager to prove he could be good family. What followed was a researching storm of major proportions. He absorbed as much as he could, but the main advice he kept coming across was that was that no case was the same.

So with that thought, he went to school and tried to be the best big brother he could. The first thing he did was transfer from all his advanced classes to the ones Scott was in. He may be bored silly, but it was the only way he'd be near Scott. The look on his serce's face was worth it. (serce is polish for heart.) He blocked him from a few bullies, punched a couple, bought his lunch, and while he was on the subject of money he needed to find a job, or some way to make money. He's probably do a few jobs around the neighborhood. How else would he feed his only family? By the end of the day Scott had a really good feeling in his chest. However, he wanted to know what was up with his new friends change. Not that he was complaining.

Stiles shyly explained what he'd researched.

"So... you feel like I'm your family." Stiles nodded and shifted anxiously. Scott was speechless. He had always more family, a brother, sister, cousin, something. If he got one he'd love it to pieces, but his dad would not. And as much as he wanted a brother or sister, he wouldn't subject an innocent baby to being Rafael Mccall's child. And neither of his parents had siblings. Stiles' face started stiffening as the silence grew. What did he do wrong? There really was something wrong with him! Why did he stick his heart out? Scott looked up just as a lone tear fell of Stiles' chin. He wasn't going to cry. He would be strong for Scott even if he didn't want Stiles.

And Scott came to a sudden but determined answer. Stiles had been better family him than the man or woman living in his house. Stiles hadn't even hit him yet! Mind made he smiled at Stiles

"I would love to be your family! Though can I have a special name for you? It just seems right." Stiles sagged and on pure instinct drew the smaller boy into his side as they walked down the got as close as he could and beamed. He knew it was strange but he felt like there was a 'click' and this just seemed right,

"You can call me lepene, moj serce." Stiles said as they drew up to the doors.

"What does that mean?" He was reluctant to move from his new family member's arms.

"Lepene is for Czech for bonded, and moj serce is polish for my heart."

"Oh." Scott lingered but Stiles tilted his head up and spoke gently.

"I will see you tomorrow Scott." Confusion marred Scott's forehead.

"But tomorrow's Saturday and-" Stiles cut him off.

"And I will be by your house tomorrow." Scott felt like he could float he was so happy. Beaming he hugged Stiles and scampered towards the car waiting at the curb.

Neither one really realized how odd it was for two for them to so easily replace their parents to become their own family. Neither one would care.


It wasn't long before Stiles took notice. It was a few weeks after they started their family, but Scott would show up at school with a few more bruises than he'd left him with Sunday night or when he showed up for the weekend. Stiles brushed it off as Scott playing a little too rough but vowed to keep a closer eye on things. It payed off a week later.

He approached Scott's house, trying to be quiet because it was late and he didn't want to wake Scott. He silenced his steps with a thought. He and Scott had discovered that they carried what they called magic in the month they'd been a family. It was an accident. Stiles had left to go to the principals office for punching a bully only for another one to corner Scott. In Scott's panic and Stiles' protective rage they had both blown the kid back a couple a steps. They, as in Stiles', had been researching the power and had been trying several theories. Harry Potter came in handy. They'd also found interesting things about their parents.

He entered the front door with the key he'd made, and crept up the stairs. He heard a crash and a scream from Scott's room and ran faster than he ever remembered doing in his life. He kicked in the door to his serce's room like he'd seen on the movies. Surprisingly it worked.

The scene caused a snarl to curl his lip as lifted a hand slinging Rafael Mccall into the wall. Leaving him knocked out, Stiles rushed to Scott, and picked up his head.

"Scott! Scotty open your eyes! Come on serce come on." Stiles concentrated and his hand lit up in the soothing sea green that was the color of his magic. Scott's fire red magic rose up to meet it. Propping up Scott he scanned his, and injuries found several but didn't heal them. He'd need them later.

"Scott open your eyes. Open them for me, show me your beautiful brown eyes." Stiles whispered. when he didn't get a response, Stiles held in the tears that threatened to slide down his face. Standing up he placed his serce back onto the floor and sent out a searching spell. He needed a camera. Turning to the elder Mccall, he felt another snarl leave his lips, and smiled sharply

With a twitch of his fingers, Stiles had his body floating and and walked down the stairs. Stiles magic was still new so Mr. Rafael may have dropped a few times. Totally cause Stiles was still learning.

With a careless gesture he put the slug for a man onto the couch at a painful angle. Walking briskly over to where his magic said there was a camera, he picked it up and trotted up the stairs. He paused as he took in his serce lying there with drops of blood scattered in the room. Without the adrenaline the scene was that much more horrible. He shoved it down and started taking pictures. He got several angle shots of Scott's face, arms, and ribs. Next was the scars on his back, and the blood stained belt lying next to him. Next was a full shot of the room with his Scotty in the middle like some crime scene from his dad's job. He made sure to get a full face shot so it was clear as to who it was. Satisfied he put the camera down.

With a breath Stiles concentrated and wiped the room clean. He sagged against the wall as exhaustion threatened to take him down. The only reason he was still up was the possible threat sleeping downstairs. With a grunt the boy hung the camera on his neck and picked up Scott bridal style. There was no way Scott was staying here tonight.

Coughing with the weight, Stiles vowed to start getting stronger both physically and magically. It wouldn't do to not be able to protect Scott.


Scott woke in a comfortable bed. He didn't know where he was but he would recognize those arms and that smell anywhere. His Lepene came for him. He smiled before the implications of that made him try to shoot up. Stiles' arms tightened and Scott struggled until his asthma prevented it. Far away he could hear his Lepene talking softly, but couldn't make it out over the sound of his heart.

Stiles' knew the moment Scott realized that Stiles' knew that his Lepene knew. He wasn't going to let go though. He would never leave Scott alone like that with no support base.

"It's okay. It's okay, moj serce, my dusha." Scot settled back onto the bigger boys chest.

"I'll understand if you don't want me anymore." This quiet sentence startled Stiles'.

"Why would I not want you? Your are my heart, my soul." Scott whimpered and sunk as close as he could cause surely it would soon be gone.

"You won't want such a weak soul."

"Scott Stillinski, you are not weak, you shouldn't have had to be strong against that scum in the first place. I will always want you! Remember what we found out! That man isn't your father!" He saw the unconvinced look on Scott's face and opened his mouth to speak but closed it. Scott noticed and squirmed till he could see Stiles' face.

"What is it?" Stiles hesitated to even suggest it but...

"There's a way I could tie you to me through blood." Again he hesitated before continuing. "I'd have to replace your mom though. Basically I would be your mom." Scott's face twisted.

"But your a boy!" Stiles winced. He had already researched how children were made and could say with certainty that he wasn't ready to explain that to Scott.

"The spell wouldn't care." Scott settled down and thought about it. He thought about his current mom. Could he replace her? Could he really? Scott didn't really love his current mom. She had seen the bruises and marks, he knew she had, cause she stopped giving him baths after the 3rd time seeing the wounds on him. Guilt or something he figured. So no, it wouldn't be hard to replace her. He looked up at Stiles through his eye lashes.

"Could you?" Stiles smiled and nodded. It would be his pleasure.


The next month was spent avoiding Rafael Mccall as much as possible, while Stiles prepared to make Scotty his son. The spell would allow Stiles to remove Scott's current mom from his blood and replace it with Stiles. Then a maternal bond would connect with Stiles soul.

He set up the spell, getting the DNA, and Scott prepared.

It was set up as a chalk circle with a line from the west connected to one oval where Stiles would lay. A line from the east would connect to another oval where Scott would lay. Outside that line lay a huge clay bowl. Stiles would then chant a line and Scott would answer.

So he laid Scott in his oval before laying in his. He took hold of the ceremonial knife and cut just below his elbows, not flinching at the pain. He started the Latin chant.

"I replace Scott Angelo Mccall's mother and I rename him Scott Angelo Stillinski." Stiles' half of the circle lit up with the color of Stiles' magic, a deep and beautiful sea green. Scott picked up the line.

"I ,Scott Angelo Mccall , accept Stiles Genim Stillinski as my mother, and accept my new name as Scott Angelo Stillinski." Scott's half of the circle lit up with his magic, a fire red.

Stiles blood, which had begun to pool under his elbows suddenly moved with purpose and ran down the line connecting the ovals. Stiles blood forced it's way in to Stiles via the identical cut below Scott's elbows. Scott Screamed as theblood that had belonged to his previous mom spurt fromt he opposite elbowd and flowed into the clay bowl. He writhed as Stiles blood connected with that of his father's and he could feel a piece of Stiles' magic forcing Melissa's maternal bond away, weak as it was.


Far away Melissa Mccall rubbed her chest as it ached a little. She dismissed it a little later when it immediately faded.


Stiles arched his back and let out scream to raise the hairs of your neck when he felt the new bond connect with his soul with no warning, and all of a sudden he could feel Scott's emotions, could feel the sheer torture Scott was going through and sent as much of a soothing feeling he could muster. Scott's screams lowered in intensity soon after.

What most didn't know was that most of the labor pains a woman goes through is the mom/child bond being connected to their soul in a slow process. Since Stiles was getting it all at once, nothing slow about it, it was like he was lit on fire with no water in sight. He tried to bring his screams down a notch but only marginally succeeded.

What felt like an eternity later, the pain slowly ebbed until it was a throb and not tear your hair out and gouge out the nearest persons eyeballs. Stiles coughed weakly and turned on his side to make sure Scott was okay. His hair was the same black but had Stiles' shag to it, and he knew that when his eyes opened they would match his, because his eye shape had changed. His side way jay had lined up as well. Scott was passed and if Stiles didn't know better, he would say that he was dead. But he knew through the new bond that he had just succumbed to the pain.

He huffed a breathless laugh. He couldn't blame him. If Stiles didn't need with every fiber of his soul to make sure that Scott was okay, he probably would have passed out too. Shifting he started the extremely slow process of crawling to Scott's body. Once he got there he curled around the boy. It was a little cold in the basement and he didn't want him to wake up cold.


Three weeks later

Stiles' told his Scott that he was little sore from the ritual and knew his son knew he was lying, but Scott didn't question it. And Stiles was thankful. Scott was still skittish around violence, and he'd yet to see Stiles angry. So he probably wouldn't take this meeting well if he knew it was going to happen. And it would be violent if he had anything to say about it.

He knocked on the door, and it opened to show Rafael Mccall getting ready for work. Stiles felt his lip start to peel back on his teeth but beld his face as still as possible. No need to alarm the man...Yet.

"Good Morning Stiles, Shouldn't you be in school?" Rafael had never liked this kid. He walked around with a blank face, and hard eyes. He had no idea what his worthless son saw in this boy, but Stiles Stillinski gave him the creeps. Never the less he smiled at Stiles only for it to wilt when the boy didn't respond.

"Hello Rafael. I need to talk to you for a moment."


So this is the first chapter. It just floated into my head last night. There is more to come though Don't worry.