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A/N Sorry about the random format error, I fixed it.
"Przemyslaw Eryk Stilinski," Sheriff Stilinski shouted as he opened his front door.
"I just got here," Stiles shouted back as he slid out of the U-Haul. "What did I do?"
"You didn't call and tell me you were coming," John said, he raised his eyebrows at Karyna and Marci sliding out of their car. "You didn't tell me to expect guests either."
"I told you we were teaching for a year," Stiles said, "and they aren't planning to stay here."
"They aren't?" John asked.
"No," Stiles shook his head, "we've rented a duplex down the block from the brewpub."
"Hi, Sheriff," Karyna said, "good to see you again. I know we should have called, but someone lost the car charger and the landlord hasn't shown up yet."
"Yeah," Stiles said, scratching his ear, "so, can we borrow the house phone? We were going to invite you over for dinner but…"
"No, go ahead," John said. "Stiles, a word."
"Yeah Dad?" Stiles asked, watching his friends head into the house.
"You're rooming with them?" John asked.
"No," Stiles shook his head. "We've been calling it a duplex, but it's a townhouse with a garden apartment. The girls are taking the townhouse and I'm leasing the apartment. Completely separate living spaces, except the backyard. We'll share the backyard I mean." It's amazing how just being back in Beacon Hills made Stiles feel like his seventeen-year-old self, uncoordinated, barely half-trained, and a walking disaster.
"I see," John said.
"Yeah," Stiles said slowly, "I'm not dating either of them Dad, I told you that."
"Did you?" John asked.
"Yes! I told you that every time you ask." Stiles sighed, "I told you a long time ago that there was a conversation we needed to have."
John frowned, "Stiles, you're…"
"I'm gay," Stiles said. "I've been gay for a while. The fact that you judge my sexuality on my wardrobe is hurtful and stereotyping."
"Stiles, I haven't done that in years. I just assumed you didn't want me to meet your girlfriend." John crossed his arms, "Or your boyfriend for that matter."
"There hasn't been one," Stiles said with a shrug, "I just haven't seen anyone worth it."
"Not even Derek Hale?" John asked.
"Where the hell did that come from?" Stiles asked as he flailed around. Seriously, you'd think he was seventeen and trying to hide werewolves, Kanimas, and who knew what else from his dad. "I mean, yeah the guy's hot but his personality left a lot to be desired." He ran a hand through his hair and stared at his dad, "Are you… you're teasing me! Really Dad, really?"
John laughed, "I thought you'd take a bit longer, actually. How about instead of you cooking for me, we all go out for dinner instead."
Stiles tilted his head, "The girls would probably appreciate it. Something healthy though, Dad. Just because we're opening up a brewpub doesn't mean that you can clog your arteries on all the food that's bad for you."
"Actually, I was thinking seafood," John said. "I won't get anything fried, and it'll be healthy."
Stiles grinned, "I know we can talk Karyna and Marci into that."
"They just came outside didn't they?" John asked softly.
"Yup," Stiles said.
John turned, "Well," he asked.
"Mister Carter apologized because he thought we were arriving tomorrow and is bringing the key over here for us," Karyna said.
"Well, after Mister Carter gets here, what would you say to leaving the U-Haul here and going out for seafood, my treat?" John offered.
"Sounds good to me," Karyna said.
"I love seafood," Marci agreed.
Stiles glanced around, "Maybe we should go inside," he said slowly.
"Don't worry," John said as they all headed for the house. "Scott won't be back from Oregon until tomorrow and Derek's in Briarwood for his job. Isaac has a funeral and two viewings today as well, so he won't be stepping out of the funeral parlor until late."
"Did something happen?" Stiles asked.
"Car accident," John replied. "Head on, three casualties. Just a stupid accident."
Stiles nodded, "What about Kira and Malia?"
"Kira got back from Tulane a week ago, but you know she doesn't feel comfortable with me. Derek said something about Malia going camping." John said as the door shut behind them. "Melissa knows you're coming, but she promised not to tell Scott or Isaac."
"Thanks for finding out," Stiles said.
"Melissa likes to keep me informed," John replied, "we have weekly 'our kids are weird' meetings."
Stiles chuckled as he looked around, "It really hasn't changed much," he commented.
"No, it hasn't," John replied and pulled Stiles into a hug, "welcome back son."
Stiles hugged his dad tightly. He missed his dad a lot. It wasn't that they never saw each other, but Stiles's hesitation to go back to Beacon Hills and the drive down to the Academy made it difficult for them. They had usually managed Christmas by taking vacations together, and John had made it to at least one exhibition every year, his high school, Academy, and college graduations, but this hug was different. They squeezed, not because they knew how long it would be before the next hug, but because it was the welcome home hug, a promise for many more hugs in the future.
The sound of shattering glass and Marci's scream had Stiles and his dad running for the kitchen.
Peter Hale was standing at the back door with a composed smile.
"Are you okay," Stiles asked, ignoring Peter.
Marci nodded, "I turned around and he was just standing there, it startled me." She glanced up at Stiles and winked.
Stiles sighed, "Why don't you see about getting out of that mess while I get the broom."
"I'll deal with Peter," John said darkly as he strode across the kitchen. Stiles headed for the utility room, unable to keep from listening in. "What do you want Peter?" John demanded.
"I heard Stiles was back and I wanted to say hi," Peter replied.
Stiles tried not to glance at the door as he started sweeping up the broken glass, but he did catch a few glimpses of Peter, enough to see the silver appearing in his hair and the wrinkles slowly becoming visible. He looked tired in a way Stiles had never expected to see Peter, like he was being worn down by something.
Stiles wasn't curious enough to find out what though.
"You aren't welcome here," John said. "I told you this six years ago, do not trespass on our property."
"John," Peter began.
"No," John said. "If you don't remove yourself from the property, your nephew will be picking you up from jail."
"Stiles," Peter said.
Stiles carefully leaned the broom against the counter and walked into the living room where Karyna and Marci were sitting uncomfortably. "Sorry about him," he said quiet, knowing Peter could hear him.
"Who is that?" Marci asked.
"Peter Hale," Stiles said darkly. "His nephew used to be someone I knew. I wouldn't say we were friends exactly. I've never particularly cared for the old creeper though."
Marci giggled, "He looks like one."
"All right," John said, "Peter's off the property." He eyed Stiles, "I think he's going to be calling everyone."
Stiles shrugged, "Let him. It's not like he'll know where to find me."
The doorbell rang, proving to be their missing apartment keys and an embarrassed elderly gentleman. Mister Carter didn't stay long after shaking everyone's hand, but then they'd met when Stiles and Marci had driven up on a long weekend to find a place and rented it. They'd been looking at being neighbors, but had found the townhouse with its smaller apartment for Stiles and all three of them had agreed on it. The girls had alternated driving up to see to the furniture deliveries, and all that was left was the things they were bringing from their teachers' apartments at the Academy.
"Come on Tink," Stiles said, stealing the keys from Marci, "let's go get food. I'm hungry."
"Only you would get hungry doing nothing," Karyna said with a laugh.
"Driving is work," Stiles said, "it's not like either of you offered to spell me or anything."
They all climbed into Marci's SUV. "I was thinking Mariner's Reef," John said. "It's over where Maria's used to be."
"Aw, I liked Maria's," Stiles muttered as they pulled away from the house.
"Health department didn't," John replied.
Stiles chuckled, because everyone knew that Maria's had skirted the line between health violations and it was no surprise that someone had gotten tired of it and closed them down. It was just another sign of how Beacon Hills had changed, but predictably.