AN: First semester done. This was supposed to be up a lot sooner but I was just recently(a day or so ago)struck with so much inspiration for this story it physically hurt. If there's one thing college was good for, it was definitely the help that came to write this story(and you know, learning...stuff).
All mistakes are my own and they come with an apology.
Warning: Childhood rape mentions, mentions of alcoholism.
The next day, Scott shows up in the morning and hands Stiles some bacon his mother made. The young human's eyes light up and he munches on them happily, promising a huge breakfast for Scott one morning with any type of pancakes he wanted. Scott grins at him and pulls out his math folder, which Stiles quickly snatches, eyes scanning the page quickly before closing the folder and handing it back.
"You didn't even look at it!" Scott accuses and Stiles grins, his teeth tearing into the bacon as he grabs a glass for orange juice and walks away. "Alright, I get it, you got everything right." He mumbles, packing away his folder.
"Damn right I did." Stiles says confidently through a mouthful of bacon. Scott grins at him and rolls his eyes. "Hey, Issac knows you were coming over right?" Scott frowns at the hidden concern in Stiles' nonchalant tone. The young wolf tries to figure out why his friend would be so concerned about Issac knowing, had this been a few days ago he'd have been worried. A little too worried according to Stiles about how something must be wrong but the way he hides it...it takes a beat and Stiles raises his brows at his friend, obviously waiting for an answer that never came.
"Yeah, Allison should be showing up now to pick him up." Stiles nods at that, washing out his cup as he finishes up his breakfast. "You're gonna make me pancakes tomorrow?" The laugh that Stiles barks out makes Scott pout but the smile soon overtakes his faked sadness. Everything seems almost like before after that, Stiles so relaxed and calm it was surprising but it was amazing. It was what Scott wanted. It was almost as if Stiles hadn't revealed it with the way he had acted again. It made Scott smile. The entire day goes smoothly for both boys, Stiles more than relieved with his mind having been put at ease.
He knew asking Scott to come over was the best thing for him. There was no possible way he could hallucinate about that man if Scott was by his side, if only because if he did, he'd feel far too guilty. On the other hand, if it'd been possible it's not his imagination then Scott would certainly scare away whatever it was trying to break him down. Plus, he kind of missed Scott coming over, he kind of missed a lot about it. It felt easier with Scott by his side, they were best friends after all. They actually take on the world or, at least, bad creatures that go bump in the night alongside their pack but have a vicious tendency to kill or injure innocent people or their pack. Stiles wouldn't be able to admit it out loud but being able to know that he actually had a pack, a group of friends by his side, that would willingly do so much for him, it was a bit comforting. Having Scott come over in the morning and not just their normal interceptions throughout the day, reminded him that he wasn't alone. It kind of lifted something off of his chest that he didn't know was there.
The days after that Scott shows up and the following Friday he opens the door to a not-so-bright Stiles, who eyes the banana like he'd rather go back to bed than eat. Scott eyes his tired friend who hasn't even fixed his hair or put on clothes and shook his head, shooing him to get ready. Stiles did so quickly, still not completely awake or ready for the day by the time he was sleepily munching on a banana in the front seat of his jeep, stifling a yawn as he heads towards the school. Scott talks to him, get tired grunts and grumbles in reply that make him smirk and chuckle lightly. They pull up and the sarcastic teen is still a little slouched over and tired but still his loud and flailing self and as the day drags on he wakes up, looking more and more like he did yesterday.
"No, no. Go ahead, look, make sure everyone's out there and I'll meet you on the field." Stiles tells Scott before practice, cursing himself for leaving his bag in his jeep. He knew he should've slept better but he could hear his father working on cases all night and he felt absolutely useless. He couldn't figure out what to do or how to help. He knew just as well as his father than any sucker that replaces him will be in the same position in this stupid town. He had stayed up all night and even trembled slightly when he heard the clink of a glass. If he had told his father sooner there was a possibility none of this would've happened.
He drags a hand through his hair as he jogs past Scott and out of the school, towards the emptied parking lot. It always surprised Stiles how fast the lot emptied out after school. There was always a line out the lot but right before practice the only cars remaining were whoever stayed after for extracurricular activities that day. Today was the lacrosse team which meant there'd be a few extra cars for the watchers who stayed to watch practice. It was usually girlfriends or rides home. He jogged to the car as the yells from behind him faded and he fished out his keys, the sound of a car drawing his attention. He dragged it over towards the rental and met the driver's eyes, clenching his jaw and fists by his side as FBI agent started towards him. He felt his chest tighten as he breath got caught in his chest but managed a glare towards the man. He didn't even think as he opened his jeep door and reached in for his bag, closing his eyes and getting a grip on himself. Scott would hear him the second he let out a yelp and would be here only a second later. Part of him knew it wasn't real but it still scared him, backing up how much he was evidently relying on Scott. He suddenly felt weak. A hand hit his shoulder and he spun with a gasp, fist ready to fly.
"What the fuck?" He flailed his hands a bit, grabbing at his heart. "You can't just sneak up on people like that, Danny." The young teen smiled but his eyes looked to the car turning out of the lot.
"Who was that?" He asks and Stiles licks his lips, tearing his eyes off of the goalie in front of him and towards the exit. He shook his head. "I know you know him, I was in my car when you glared at him and his little creepy slow drive to you didn't help the cause." little creepy slow drive rang in Stiles' ears. He was sure he was hallucinating. "Is it one of the guy from the pack that's here?" Stiles looks to Danny shocked and curious. Had he known? "It's Beacon Hills." Stiles snorted and shook his head. Jackson totally told him before he left.
"No, I don't know who it is." He lies and Danny looks back over towards the now empty exit and nods. He doesn't buy the lie but he knows when and when not to pry.
"Well, get your stuff, we've got practiced." Stiles flushes at the words and nods, grabbing his back and shutting his door. He mumbles a thanks as they walk towards the locker room. "Let me know if you need anymore help, yeah?" Stiles nods and smiles, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as he glances towards the closing doors. The feeling vanished from him when he made it to the bench and was bumped by Issac. The entire incident faded from memory.
"Did ya find them?" Stiles rubs his eyes as the wolves walk back into Derek's loft where the two girls are out cold against the table. He blinks the sleep from his eyes and takes in the pack's faces. "I'll take that as a no." He yawns, looking at his phone.
"There are scents all along the trail but they don't lead anywhere past a certain point and there was no one there." Aiden explains, waking up Lydia whose movements woke up Allison.
"That's bad?" He asks through a stifled yawn. Issac sits next to him, making the couch shift while Derek shakes dirt out of his hair. The werewolves were visibly tense but offered comforting smiles that Stiles was in no shape buying.
"Not bad." Ethan says, slipping next to Issac while Derek leaves the room.
"But not good either?" Stiles questions, watching the small nods. He stands and stretches, trying to wake up his body. He hadn't meant to take a nap but it had happened and now he felt stiff and sore all over. He was just waiting for them to get back so that he could make sure they didn't need help. However, with the way it had gone he thinks he would've been fine going home. Though he knows if he had gone home they probably would've needed him because that is just their luck. "Alright, well, I am heading home. I'm exhausted and it's midnight, I'm gonna be in so much trouble." Scott snorts.
"You okay to drive?" Derek asks, his voice muffled slightly by the wall in between them.
"I'll be fine." He calls back with a rolls of his eyes before turning towards Scott and talking normal. "Call me if you need anything. If not, I'll see you guys at school." It isn't until he's halfway home does he remember not telling anyone about his incident in the parking lot. He brushes it off, it really wasn't all that important. The only thing that really bothered him was the little creepy slow drive that Danny had witnessed, creepy enough to actually make Danny go help him. That bothered him more than anything. He ran a hand through his air with a sigh as he parked his jeep, staring at his dad's cruiser and grabbing his bag. Well, his dad couldn't possibly be that upset and he'd just explain about the pack. He seriously is debating telling his father, the man has enough on his plate with work, if the pack wasn't attacking and wasn't even truly entering past a certain point there was no reason to get his father worked up yet. He would have to worry about it when it happens, not now.
He pushed open the door to the dimly lit house, only one light on and ducked his head, swallowing. He was glad he had finished his homework with Lydia and Allison, all he wanted to do was look at some of his dad's files, see if he could help and sleep. Maybe he'd make the pack some breakfast for tomorrow. He'd have to debate it, it was a Saturday anyway. The entire pack would sleep in, giving him enough time to whip something up and invite them all over for a nice relaxed morning. He stops at the door when he sees the half empty liquor bottle and swallows, cleaning up the mess and thumbing through the papers and files his father had left out. He licks his lips and pushes the chair in with his foot, still standing over the table, reading through words written on a page that don't actually process in his brain. He shook his head and rubbed at his eyes, finishing his clean up before leaving the room with one more glance towards the table. He reasons that the bottle wasn't completely full to begin with so it might'nt have been too much. Just enough to relax and he's more than once gave his dad just enough so there was no reason to be upset, in fact, it was rather hypocritical. He switched off the light and ran to his room.
He stops to peek in and make sure his father is asleep and safe in his bed, sighing when the man is. Once he's in his own bed he stares up at the ceiling, losing himself in his thoughts. Before he can get past Danny he jerks up in his bed with a gasp, the sudden urge crawling under his skin and toying with his mind, manipulating him out of the bed. He closes his window, locking it and then continues to check every room in the house, behind every door, even the closet, careful to not make too much noise. He's never really had the urge in his house before, not really. He's had it in Scott's, a lot, especially when McCall was around. He even glances out the front and back windows, as if expecting him to pop up but knowing he wouldn't. Even if he were here, he wouldn't risk it while Stiles' father was here. Stiles knew that. Once his house was secure in his head he retreated back to his room, licking his lips and hating himself for giving into the urge. Rolling over to his side he draws his knees in a bit, stopping himself from curling into a ball.
Suddenly, after tonight, the parking lot doesn't seem all that important. How could it be? Stiles' imagination wasn't all that important. There was a pack looming outside, waiting, he didn't know but he knew the wolves were getting a little anxious and worried about it. His father was this close to losing his job, not that anyone here or anywhere would be able to do a better job. His dad's already lost his job once because of Stiles but it clearly has his father on edge. Enough that his father drank. A little hallucination and a guy driving slow? That was nothing, it didn't even get a one on the scale of importance. It just simply wasn't important. Stiles could damn well handle his own mind and himself. Him going crazy didn't mean he had to burden anyone with it, plus, he had his therapist. He knows he gets off track but if it really bothered him this much, he could tell her and he'd...get over it. Or whatever he had to do to get it off his mind. He stared at the wall until his eyes slipped shut and sleep took over.
John Stilinski was startled out of his sleep by screaming which he instantly recognized as his son. He was out of his bed and on his feet without a thought, running towards his son's room and just managing to miss collision with the wall. Words were hidden in the strangled sobs, words that filled the father with guilt as he opened the door and woke his son. The young boy shot back word, a plead falling from his lips. The sleep faded from the tear-filled, scared eyes and was quickly replaced with guilt as an apology slipped out.
"You okay?" Stiles nods at his fathers question and the man frowns, looking out the window as he leaned against the wall. He felt helpless, he didn't know how to help his son. The kid was right in front of him, staring at his lap, blinking tears from eyes and he was still searching for ways to help. And he couldn't. "Want to talk about it?" Stiles looks up at him finally, face too mature for the young boy his son was.
"It was just a nightmare, I'm fine. Sorry, I woke you."
"Don't be." He reassures with a small nod. "What time did you get in last night?" A wave of guilt crashes over him as he realizes he must've gone off to bed before his son came home. His mind reminds him off the mess he left in the kitchen when he had gotten too frustrated to continue with the papers. He thought with his insight into the supernatural he'd be able to solve another case, prove himself but he hadn't been able to. He can't exactly say 'werewolves' or 'banshees' whatever the hell that was. He had drank, more than the night before. Too much, the night before he had a sip before he poured it out because he knew his son still needed him to be sober. The night before he remembered the look on his son's face when he admitted that he'd been placed into the care of a man who violated him, who raped him. He hadn't been able to drink, not with Stiles in the house, not when Stiles would feel absolutely betrayed.
Last night though, he had been in the house. Thinking about every case, about how he let that happen to his son and he figured Stiles would be with Scott for the night. If Stiles was with Scott, Stiles was safe. It was something John knew Stiles knew. He figured a few drinks wouldn't be that bad, he'd calm down a little bit, he'd clean up and he'd go to bed. Stiles would never know. But a few drinks kept multiplying and he didn't remember cleaning up. Meaning Stiles did know and John felt terrible. He didn't need drinks to help him, not if it meant hurting Stiles. He'd remind himself of the last time he drank and he wouldn't touch alcohol.
"Little after midnight." Stiles admits. "We were at Derek's."
"Is everything alright?" He liked to stay updated on what his son was involved in now. He wanted to know how much danger his son was in, especially after that NightMare crap he almost killed himself over. He didn't want to be unaware of what his son was doing with these werewolves, even if he knew he couldn't convince Stiles out of it, he might be able to convince Stiles to think a bit before jumping in head first.
"Yeah, everything is fine." He eyes his son who pushes blankets and wipes at his face, glancing at his phone. "I'm gonna make breakfast for the pack, do you have work?" Stiles runs a hand through his hair and the sheriff isn't sure if his son wants him to stay or leave.
"Not until later." Stiles nods and looks to the floor before smiling at him.
"Alright, let me take a shower. I'll let you know when it's done if you want to go back to be. S-" The teenager clears his throat, cutting off his apology and leaving his father in the hallway as he makes his way to the bathroom. Sleep? After that? No way. He sighs when he realizes he had really hurt his son by drinking. Without a second thought he heads down to the kitchen and pours the alcohol down the drain, letting the water of the sink wash it away before tossing it out. The last thing he wanted was to hurt Stiles, Stiles was all he had left. He doesn't know if he wishes Claudia was here or if he's glad she didn't have to see how badly he'd messed up with their kid.
AN: I've actually debated putting in Kira(even if I don't care for her perse) so if she makes a surprise appearance blame the fingers not the writer. I'm not gonna say I'm back, not gonna say I'm not back. But I hope you like it? Let me know? Maybe. And if you wanna see something, that's what you can do. I don't promise request fills but I get intrigued by good ideas.
Also, anyone know Agent McCall's actual name? Or is calling him McCall/Him/that man/etc a-okay?