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The sun lights her hair up when it filters through the curtains. His room never looked so enchanting.
Like mosts in Beacon Hills, Jordan doesn't know a lot about the person sleeping in his bed right now. He knows even less than most people since he arrived after it all happened and he's always been too polite to ask.
He knows a few things however.
He knows that the sheriff was married to a polish woman.
They had a child together.
The woman then fell ill and died.
The Sheriff, too heartbroken to take care of a child, shipped it to its mother's family, back in Poland.
He then focused on his job and only his job until...well, that.
No contact was kept, the Sheriff isn't-wasn't proud of this at all, so no one ever asked and no one ever heard of Gabriel Stilinski again.
Up until last night, he reminds himself as he makes another pancake.
When did she actually arrive in beacon hills? Why did she come exactly? How and how much does she know about what happened to her father? How long is she staying?
Why does he care?
He hears something go *beep* in her (too light) backpack and watches her stir in her sleep in response to it.
She seems tiny, curled up in his bed. Too small, too frail.
Jordan leaves the pile of pancakes and moves on to cooking an omelette.
He obviously doesn't know what she likes so he went to the market and bought anything that would make a good breakfast. She said that she was at Starbucks, so she must like coffee, right? That makes sense, he concludes as he turns on the kettle.
But what if she was just there for food or to charge her phone? He wonders as he presses five oranges in a glass.
What if she's allergic to gluten?
Do eggs have gluten????
What do they eat back in Poland anyway??????
He jumps when the backpack beeps again.
Is that a text? Are people looking for her?
Does this count as kidnapping? Why can't he bring himself to regret doing it?
He hears a sigh, then she sits up.
Her hair is hardly messier than yesterday, her face is still hard to discern behind it.
Her eyes still pierce through his like mighty swords.
Oh God oh God why did he bring her here, now he's frozen in place again.
Oh God her nose twitched.
Oh God she jumped on her feet like a cat.
Oh God she's WALKING TOWARDS HIM.
He stares frozen in mute horror and as the Sheriff's daughter bites into a pancake.
He stares in stunned awe as the Sheriff's daughter's cheeks move adorably when she chews.
"Have some more" he pushes the plate towards her"you're too light."
"Nomads don't eat a lot." She mumbles before chomping on the next pancakes.
"Do they sleep less too?" He asks now pushing the glass of fresh orange juice towards her. She nods.
"How does it work? How do you live?" He finally asks.
"I just move around." She shrugs.
"What do you eat? Where do you sleep?"
"It's different in every country. There are lots of abandoned places here. Gyms got showers. There's plenty of food."
"When was the last time you ate?" He asks remembering that she somehow didn't sleep for two days.
"... thirty hours ago?" She guesses looking at the window.
He sighs and she resumes eating her pancake.
The next question he's got, he's a bit scared of the answer but can't keep it quiet.
"How do you make money?"
"I work sometimes. Construction, clubs, boats."
He doesn't really picture her working at any of these with her angelic look but he quickly remembers that he met her at a police station.
This is so weird still. Why is he invested like that? Why does she seem to not have a problem with it, just patiently answering every question, not even asking how she ended up in his apartment? Is it because he's the sheriff now, does she think she's still being interrogated?!
He pushes the omelette her way and she leave her pancake for it. He bites on his lip to stop his smile.
It doesn't last, his smile fades naturally when his next question comes to mind.
"What made you come back to Beacon Hills?"
The sheriff already died four months ago, did she just learn about it?
The second of silence lasts a whole minute in Jordan's mind.
"There are people I need to see." She ends up saying.
"And once you've seen them?"
"I'll leave for a while."
That leaves him quiet, at the same time it leave his brain filled with many loud, confused thoughts.
The backpack beeps again.
She grabs it and fishes an old Nokia out of it while sipping on her orange juice. She reads it quickly and puts it right back. Then she finishes her glass, grabs her empty plate and washes both in the sink.
Jordan stays frozen in place, searching for words that don't come to him.
An excuse to make her stay, mostly.
The more he panicks as she grabs her backpack and puts her shoes on, the more impossible it gets to express his oh so loud thoughts.
"I should be in Beacon Hills for another week. I sleep at the old bus station" She says,"thank you for the food."
Then Gabriel Stilinski is gone, and Jordan is still fucking stuck.
The days pass again, but it's not the same. They're as busy as they were but it's like everything is on hold.
She told him where she would be. She told him. She told him.
Soon enough, he finds himself staring at the old bus station, has been for ten minutes now actually.
It looks so dirty, where the hell does she sleep?
That's when she strolls out with her long, lazy steps.
She doesn't resemble her father at all, he observes, only their eye color are the same. The clear blue of clean oceans on a postal card.
She's more tanned, more wild, more hypnotizing. Her skin is darker and her hair is lighter. They don't convey the same energy at all.
Did her mother also wear moles all over herself? Did she carry the same innocent melancholic gaze?
More questions bloom and bloom again in his mind but every step she walks towards him raises his blood pressure and his head becomes a loud buzz again.
"That's where you slept all week?" He starts when she reaches him. Shit did that sound condescending?
She nods.
"You don't have to." He remarks "you can just stay at mine whenever you're in beacon hills." And really that's all he's got. No excuse to make her stay, no more question to ask, all the smart words leave him as soon as she's in sight(when he needs them the most) and WHY can't they have just one conversation. so this pathetic offer, well that's all he's got. And yeah, it's got no way of working, and she's only gonna think that he's weir-
"Okay."
Pardon?
She presents him her hand.
"Give me your phone."
His hand obeys the order before his brain even processes the words. She wordlessly types a number and presses call. A second later, her backpack rings, and she hands the phone back.
A black car-a Chevy pulls up behind them and Gabriel opens the passenger door.
"I have some work to do, I'll be back in a few weeks. I'll call you then."
And Gabriel Stilinski vanishes again.