Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf.
They were silently making their way to a location that neither of them talked about, but they both knew where they were going. They were walking even slower they had walked to the railway station. They still found themselves in front of Stiles place before his liking. He hadn't seen it in two months, his breath increased, his nerves were in overdrive.
"Stiles, Stiles it'll be okay." Scott said trying to calm him down.
"What if it isn't? What if my Dad wants to kill me? Or he can't stand having a vampire for a son?"
"He won't." Stiles starred at Scott.
"You don't know that." he accused and Scott nodded.
"Your right, but I do know your father loves you. He's looked all over for you. I'm sure he even tailed me three times hoping that I would lead him to you." Stiles blinked at that new piece of information.
"He did?" Stiles asked.
"He's been over to my house over 10 times and pretty much yelled at me, trying to get me to tell him where you were."
"He did?" Stiles asked again he had thought his dad was worried, but he had no idea that he would do that.
"He even tried to bring me into the police station but the others made him cut me lose." Stiles frowned.
"Really?" he asked now, he felt bad that he had put that kind of pressure on Scott. "Sorry I didn't mean to-"
"Stiles it's okay, how many times have you lied to your dad for me?" Stiles shook his head.
"I'm not going to be lying anymore is that okay with you?" he asked Scott, he couldn't believe that he hadn't asked him before, especially about something so important.
"You were the one who wanted to protect your Dad from this, if you want to tell him I'm all for it." Stiles smiled Scott was always on his side. "I should probably go now." Scott said. Stiles wanted to tell him to stay, but he knew this one he had to do this one solo no matter how much it was going to suck. Scott shot him a look that said it's all going to be okay. Stiles hoped that it was going to be all right. Scott started walking away and Stiles starred after him, barely stopping himself from what he wanted to do, which was call Scott back and have him with him as he faced his father..
He made his way slowly up the familiar walk and to the door, his front door. He ran his hand over the familiar white wooden door and then starred at it for a long moment. Should he knock or just walk in? After a few more moments of consideration he knocked, where a few months ago he would have just walked in, he didn't feel right doing that now. He heard footstep steadily getting closer to the door and knew that it was his Dad, he grimaced as the door opened but put a blank face on.
"Hey Dad." he said like nothing had happened, like he hadn't not seen him in months.
.
"Stiles?" his dad asked a little shakily. His father was a strong man he hardly ever cried but Stiles could smell the saltiness of the tears gathering in his eyes. He felt himself being hugged tightly, his proximity to his father throat and the rushing big vein made him concentrate intensely on his breathing, which he did until his father released him.
"Stiles. Where? Why? How? What happened?" Stiles swallowed he knew his dad would have questions hopefully the answers he had would satisfy him.
"I ran away."
"Why?" This was not a conversation they should have on a door step, where any passerby could overhear their conversation. Stiles walked into the house and waited until his father took a few steps forward and shut the door. Now that they had some privacy it was time to talk.
"Dad there's a couple of things I should tell you and I doubt you'll believe it anyways but there are things you should know. Stuff I should have told you before but I was trying to protect you."
"Stiles I'm your father I'm the one who protects you." his loving eyes were overpowering and Stiles found himself unable to speak instead Stiles nodded.
"I know."
"Dad those animal attacks, there weren't animal attacks." his Dad frowned.
"You know what caused the animal attacks?" apparently not listening to when he said they weren't animal attacks, Stiles decided to ignore that for now.
"Yeah I do." he said instead. His Dad looked at him seriously.
"What?"Stiles grimaced knowing that this probably wouldn't go down well.
"Werewolves." he said simply.
"That's not funny Stiles." he dad said and crossed his arms over each other looking angry.
"Well then note how I'm not laughing." Stiles said dryly, his father in return seemed to get even more angry.
"You expect me to believe werewolves did it?" Stiles nodded although he knew that his father wouldn't just believe it.
"Yep Laura Hale was killed by Peter Hale."
"And Peter Hale is a werewolf." his father said clearly not believing a word of what Stiles was saying. Stiles cringed because he knew how what he was going to say was going to sound.
"Technically he was the alpha but when he died Derek became the Alpha." he could tell by the look in his father's eyes that he didn't believe him in the slightest.
"Anyways that only has a tiny part to do with why I ran away." the disbelieving faded away to be replaced by that heart broken look in his father's eyes that he hated, he preferred the anger and disbelief.
"So why did you?" he asked softly.
"Because I got bitten." his father's gaze returned to confused and disbelief.
"By a werewolf?" Stiles cringed again.
"No by a vampire."
"So there's vampire now?" his Dad asked, he was pissed now, he thought Stiles was lying to him.
"Yeah there are vampires and there are werewolves but only one of the those things matters right now and that's vampires." his father looked livid now, and Stiles knew that whatever was going to come out of his mouth would probably be loud.
"Stiles I've been looking for you for two months and you come back here here with that story?! Stiles cringed, he hated it when his father yelled at him or even when his father was angry at him and he was both now. There was only way to show his Dad that he wasn't making this all up, and he didn't really want to do it but he had to.
Stiles closed his eyes and opened his mouth a little to allow room for his fangs and shifted. Stiles opened his eyes and saw his father starring at him like he was a monster, a freak. Pretty much the last things that Stiles wanted to feel like at the moment, and he felt them more intensely because his father, his only family was looking at him like that. It twisted the knife further when his father backed away from him in horror.
"You...you're a vampire." he said incredulously and obviously in shock. Stiles nodded sadly, this was not how he hoped this conversation would go but at least he hadn't tried to kill him yet.
"How?" it seemed to be the only question his father was able to get out and Stiles noticed that his breath had increased drastically, his father was afraid of him. Stiles shifted back.
"Dad I'm not going to hurt you." he started walking towards his dad but stopped when his father walked backwards as he walked forwards. He hated that his father was afraid of him, tears started to pool in his eyes but he blinked them back, tears wouldn't help now.
"What have you done with my son?" he asked and Stiles could hear the under current of fear in his statement covered by anger.
"Dad I am your son." Stiles said slowly hoping to get his father to understand, his father shook his head vigorously.
"Your eyes, your teeth."
"Yes I have fangs and scary eyes, but I am still the same guy, I'm still Stiles." his father didn't seem to believe him, maybe he should have kept Scott around. Though maybe there was another way.
"My name... my given name the one I don't go by and no one even knows but you and Scott is Genim. I was named after Mom's dad. I have been best friends with Scott since I was 9, I talk too much because I have-had ADD." he hadn't realized how much more he had been able to focus since he had changed., he shook his head now was not the time for introspection.
"I kept on lying my ass last year, and I did it horribly, mostly because I'm not really good at remembering what it was I supposed to be lying about." Stiles noticed that as he had been talking his Dad face had been getting a little less scared and a little more confused. "I'm your son, the one who broke his arm on a merry-go round when he was 7. The one who you watched actually walk into a door and get a black eye when he was 11. The one you can't get for the life of you to just stop talking no matter how much you try...I...I was the turkey in my 5th grade play, because the turkey didn't have lines and all it had to be enthusiastic which I did really well especially at that age." Stiles stopped trying to find more facts to tell him, after a short pause his Dad hesitantly asked.
"Stiles?" Stiles smiled.
"Yeah Dad it's me."
"I don't understand." Stiles nodded.
"Okay then let me fill you in." and he did.
A/N: I've had a pretty crappy day, so please save any criticism for a few days until I hopefully will be feeling better. Review Please :)