Strong Genes
Disclaimer : I don't own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters they belong to MTV. I don't own the character Ariel either, she belongs to you-make-me-wander.
Stiles awoke to the sound of his daughter playing her keyboard. He climbed from the bed carefully not to wake his wife. He walked into the living-room of their two bedroom apartment where his six year old daughter sat playing her keyboard. She wasn't very good at it yet but she knew how to begin a melody.
There she was, a spitting image of her mother. Beautiful green eyes that Stiles loved more than anything, perfect skin that gliscened in the sunlight, and last but curtainly not least, long curly strawberry blonde hair that reached her lower-back. She was sitting on the edge of the sofa in her pajamas. She didn't notice him there so he cleared his throat. "Ehem." He coughed.
She looked with a surpised but delighted look. "Daddy!" She exclaimed tossing the small keyboard to the side and standing to run into his arms. He grabbed her waist and hoisted her up in a fast motion. "Finally, I've been up forever." She complained.
"I know and I'm sorry, I had to erm... work late last night." He lied with a frown.
"Can I use your phone?" She asked.
"My phone, why?" He laughed.
"I want to call Grandpa." She smiled.
"And why do you want to call Grandpa?"
"So I can tell him you want more days off." He started laughing.
"Let's just see how much fun we have today." He smiled.
"Okay, but if we have fun then can we call him?" She gave him puppy eyes.
"We'll see." She frowned a bit. "Now, whad'ya say we go wake Mommy up?"
She smiled. "Yeah!" They both exclaimed.
Stiles put her down and she took off so fast that he almost didn't see her. He followed her into the bedroom where Lydia was still asleep.
Usually Lydia would be the first one awake but yesterday happened to be their annaversary, and upon returning home from a lovely evening of Ice skating and dinner they didn't do much sleeping the rest of the night. Stiles was sure he'd be sore for at least a week after last night.
Ariel climbed on the bed and jumped onto her mother who was snoring. Lydia lunged out of her sleep half scared, half surprised. Her facial expression quickly changed as she soon saw it was only her daughter. Lydia smiled and hugged Ariel as tightly as possible.
"Mommy, I can't... breath." Ariel squez out.
"That's for jumping on me." Lydia laughed.
Stiles leaned against the doorway and admired his two girls playing around. Lydia had began to tickle Ariel who was now rolling around uncontrollebly trying to escape her mother's grasp.
Stiles noticed the clock onside of the bed and cut the tickle attack short.
"Alright, you two. We better get dressed or else we're gonna be late. And we can't be late for Ariel's big day now can we?" Stiles said.
The two girls climbed from the bed. Ariel shot off to her bedroom to pick out her dress and Lydia shot to the bathroom to brush her teeth before Stiles tried to kiss her.
Lydia knew Stiles didn't mind her morning breath but she did, she hated kissing with morning breath no matter if it was her breath or his.
"What, no goodmorning kiss?" He asked leaning against their personal bathroom doorway.
Lydia made a sorrowfull face and pointed to the toothbrush that was in her mouth. She spit into the sink and turned to him. "Oops, sorry." She grinned.
"Oops huh, don't worry, cuz," He grinned. "one way, or another, I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya." He sang knowing she hated that song.
Lydia rolled her eyes and continued brushing her teeth until she felt Stiles' fingertips lightly walking up her thigh. She could easily feel it throught the tiny shorts she wore to bed. His fingers trailed up to her stomach and he began to tickle her making her spit all over the bathroom mirror. He stopped and they both began to laugh.
"Sorry, that's my fault. I'll clean it up." Stiles said in between laughs.
"No, I got it. You, just better go and check on your daughter so she doesn't go to school dressed as a clown again."
"It was one time." He defended.
"One time too many." She spit again and began to rinse her mouth.
"You know I don't know how to dress her, that's your area."
Lydia turned with one eyebrow raised and gave him her armor-piercing stare. "And what's that supposed to mean?"
"You know, that you're better at fashion than I am." He began to squirm under the pressure of her stare.
She started laughing.
"Oh, oh real funny."
"I'm sorry, you're just so cute when you're nervous." She said still laughing.
"Yeah, whatever." He threw his hands up and back down again. "Are you gonna dress her, or does she have to graduate dressed as a clown?"
"Well, we wouldn't want that now would we." She said handing him a dry towel. She knew he was only trying to get the shower first. They would shower together but when ever they do thing always begin to happen and they couldn't risk Ariel seeing that. "You get ten minutes." She gave him a quick peck and walked out.
After the shower Stiles got dressed and went to check on Lydia and Ariel.
He found the girl in Ariel's room. Lydia was doing Ariel's hair. She gave her daughter two thin braides that wrapped around the top of her head and settled over the rest of her hair that was completely straight. When she finished Ariel stood up and looked in the mirror.
Ariel gasped. "Now I really look like a princess." She hugged Lydia.
"Yeah, ya do. Go show daddy your dress."
Ariel ran over to Stiles and stood proud letting him see her dress. It was blue and had silver stitching. It also had a white flower on the straps of it.
"Oh, it's beautiful. A flower for my flower." He touched her cheek.
"I'm not a flower anymore daddy. I'm a princess now." Ariel answered.
"Oh, I apoligize, your highness." He bowed.
"You are forgiven." She smiled.
"Okay, daddy had better go and make some breakfast." Lydia interupted.
"Yay! Can I help?" Ariel asked.
"Of course you can." He picked her up.
"Daddy, you'll wrinckle my dress and then it wont look pretty when mommy put's on her's."
"Okay, okay. Sorry." He put her down and they ran to the kitchen while Lydia went to take a shower.
After the shower Lydia put on her dress, it was just like Ariel's but without the staps and the flower.
They all ate breakfast and headed out to Ariel's graduation. Afterwards they went home to change and then to the beach.
Lydia and Ariel wore matching red, white, and blue swim suits. Only Lydia's was a two-piece and Ariel's was a one-piece. Stiles on the other hand just wore white swim trunks.
As they made their way down the beach Ariel ran in circles around them kicking up as much sand as possible. She jumped and twirled and picked up sea shells to listened to them. She even found some bird feathers. Ariel came running to them with her feathers. She had two of them. "Look mommy, look daddy!" She was so fascinated by them.
"That's cool." Lydia said.
"You know, if you collect enough of those, I'll teach you to fly." Stiles said and Ariel's eyes shot wide.
"Really?" She asked oozing with hope and wonder.
"Yup."
"Through the air?" She asked.
"Uh huh." He nodded and she took off running, searching for more feathers.
They finally found a spot to settle and began to rest. Ariel kept running away and each time she came back with one more feather. "Is this enough?" She'd ask.
"Just a couple more." He'd say.
Lydia rolled on her side to face Stiles. They'd been laying on a blanket over the sand.
"So." She said with her lips pressed together.
"So." He turned to face her. "Last night was pretty amazing."
"I know, I still can't feel my legs." She grinned.
"Really, I'm still sore." He leaned forward and kissed her. They made out for a few moments and then Stiles grabbed Lydia's ass.
"Oh." She laughed. "Officer, Stilinski." She giggled like a school girl. "There are children out her." She grinned as he began to kiss her neck.
"Let 'em watch." He said breathing heavily.
"You're so bad." She laughed but pushed him off.
"Aww." He whined.
"Did you forget our daughter's here?" She slapped his chest.
"Where is she, anyway?" He looked around.
"Mommy!" They heard a little girl scream and jumped up.
They looked toward the ocean where the sound had come from. Surveying it they spotted a little girls hand in the air. She was going under fast and that's all they knew.
It didn't take long for Stiles to run into the water. He started swimming but he wasn't very fast. He was far away from her and feared he wouldn't make it in time but he wouldn't give up. His fears were gone when Lydia came speeding past him swimming as fast as a fish. Then he remembered she was a champion swimmer in high school.
Lydia reached the girl and grabbed her hand. She pulled her up onto her back and began to swim back to shore.
Stiles met them on the shore. Lydia laid the girl down in the sand and then they realised it wasn't Ariel. It was a little girl with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. They heard a woman scream from behind them.
Stiles stood and Lydia kneeled next to the little girl as she coughed out the rest of the water.
"Oh my God, my babygirl." She screamed falling into the sand next to the little girl.
The lady had short and straight brown hair. She cupped the little girls face. "Are you okay?" She hugged her.
"She's okay, but you should probably get her to a hospital just in case." Lydia said.
The woman surprised Lydia with a hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much. You saved my baby's life."
"Oh it was nothing."
"Thank you and your wife." A guy stood next to Stiles. He had dark brown hair and an uneven jawline.
"No problem." Stiles shook his hand.
"I'm Scott, this is my wife Allison and my daughter Bella."
"I'm Stiles, my wife Lydia," He gestured to her. "and..." He stopped. "Oh my God." He gasped. "Lydia, where's Ariel?" He asked.
"I-I don't know. I haven't seen her since she went looking for those feathers." Lydia stood up with him.
"Oh God. No no no." He grabbed his own hair. "Okay, check the water I'll-I'll look around the beach." Stiles said.
"We'll help." Scott said.
They all ran in different directions looking for her. For just a glimps or strawberry blonde hair. Lydia dove underwater and looked around, her heart was beating so hard in her chest that the fish could hear it. She stayed under looking for any sign of the worse. Until she ran out of breath, then she'd return to the surface and then go under again.
Scott ran down the west side of the beach. Checking every kid he came across. He didn't know exactly what the little girl looked like but Stiles had told him she had the same hair as her mother but alot longer and that she was wearing a red, white, and blue swimsuit. He asked people if they'd seen her but no one had.
Allison did the same on the east side of the beach, making sure to keep her daughter close so she didn't lose her again. She got the same results as Scott.
Stiles didn't look anywhere in particular, he was all over the place but he wasn't sloppy. He was doing what he did best; looking for clues. He searched all of the footprints out there, following any of them that could be hers but they never were. He asked around, checked by other families, he even went to the parking lot to check cars, around cars, and underneath cars. Lastly he started checking the boats that were parked nearby.
There was a scream, so loud it could be heard throughout the city, it was deafening and sharp and could make a person go deaf. They all headed toward the scream which was somewhere within the large amount of trees that sat across from the beach.
Stiles grabbed his gun from his car and ran for the trees nearly getting hit by a car while crossing the street. He regained his balance from the almost accident and kept going. He hiked through the trees running at full speed hoping his baby girl was safe wherever she was. He stopped when he spotted her hair in the distance, at least he hoped it was her and not Lydia. Stiles ran forward and as he got closer he knew it was her and then she screamed again and at that moment he realised, she was a scream had banshee writen all over it, just like Lydia's used to a long time ago.
When Stiles got near her he saw someone else. An older guy with a dark brown jacket, blue jeans, and torn grey boots. The man saw Stiles and grabbed Ariel. He grabbed her head with two hands as if getting ready to snap her neck.
Stiles pointed his gun. "Just... just let her go." Stiles tried.
"Get back!" The guy yelled.
"Please, don't hurt her. I'll do anything, what do you want, money? I'll pay whatever." Stiles pleaded.
"Just put your gun down." He said.
Stiles thought and slowly dropped his gun.
"NO!" Lydia screamed. Trying to run at the man but was stopped by Allison.
"What do you want?" Stiles asked.
"Nothing from you." The guy said.
Stiles was confused.
"Then what?" He said.
"What d'ya think." He looked down at Ariel who was scared and shaking and then back up at Stiles.
Stiles clenched his fist and felt his jaw tighten. He wanted to kill him now.
"Just back off nice and slow and..." He was cut off by a freight train's power flashing across his face. He stumbled back letting go of Ariel who ran over to her mother and then Scott hit him again making him fall.
Stiles was on him in no time holding him up by his collar and punching him in the face over and over.
"Stop!" Lydia and Allison yelled to them and Scott pulled Stiles off him.
"They're right man, your daughter looking." Scott whispered to Stiles.
Stiles took the string out of his swim trunks and turned the man over and tied his hands behind his back.
"You are under arrest. Anything you say can and will be held against you a court of the law. You have the right to an attorney. If you do not have an attorney one will be assigned to you." He turned the guy over and sat him against a tree.
"Thanks." Stiles said to Scott.
"Don't sweat it, if my girl was in danger you'd help her, oh yeah, you did." Scott patted him on the back.
Deputy Parrish came and took their statements before driving the perp down to the station.
"Well, we both nearly lost our daughters today, that practically makes us brothers." Scott said and they laughed.
Stiles walked over to his family and hugged them while Scott did the same.
"Are you okay, baby?" Stiles asked kneeling by Ariel.
"Yea." She said looking down.
"What's the matter?" He asked.
"Well, it's just that, when the man grabbed me I dropped all of my feathers." She said as if that was the worst thing to happen today. "And now I'll never learn how to fly." She said.
"Who says the feathers were to help you fly?" Stiles asked.
"But you told me to collect the feathers." She said.
"Yeah, that's my fee for flying lessons. Buuuut, I think since you are the princess, and the future ruler of the kingdom, I can teach you for free, just this once." He smiled.
"Really, yes!" She screamed.
"What d'ya say? You wanna teach these little ladies to fly?" Stiles looked at Scott
"Anything for my Bella-rina." He said.
The two girls stood in front of their fathers awaiting instructions.
"Step one, you two have to stand right here." Stiles said as he and Scott walked several feet away from them.
"Step two, spread those wings." Scott said and the two girls raised their arms like wings.
"Step three run to us and jump." They yelled.
The two girls took off running as fast as their little legs would carry them.
"1 2 3 jump!" The little girls leaped up and the two men caught them and hoisted them in the air far above their heads. "And fly!" They started running with the girls high in the air.
The two girls screamed in laughter as the wind hit their faces and their mothers stood near by laughing so hard their stomachs hurt.
"I'm flying, I'm really flying." Ariel yelled.
"Yeah, what 'til I tell uncle Dereck!" Bella yelled.
All Stiles was really thinking about is that his daughter was a banshee. He realised how hard and painful it would be for her but he also realised she had him and Lydia to help her through it, and that was enough to stop his worries.
A/N: I love this story and I might add more to it later, maybe make Ariel and Bella bestfriends.
For some reason as I wrote this I imagined Scott with a heavy southern accent. Don't ask why because I don't really know.
Thanks for reading. I'm Silent_Overkill.
A thank you and good night, have a cookie.