Title: Viva Las Vegas-
Spoiler: This story takes place after Thanksgiving. This chapter is the Christmas I wish we would have seen on the show.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer I have nothing to do with The Agency and receive no compensation
Chapter 6
Christmas Eve Stiles and Terri had planned on a quiet evening with her mother and brother, but Terri was not feeling well, she was fighting off the flu. She was miserable. Stiles was determined to take care of her.
Stiles spent most of the afternoon making her homemade chicken soup. He went upstairs to see how she was feeling. She had finally fallen asleep. He stood there staring at her. He never thought he could feel this way. All he wanted was to make her feel better. He would do anything for her. His feelings really surprised himself.
Terri woke up and saw him sitting on the chair next to her. He was watching TV. He smiled when he realized she was awake. "Good morning sleepy head. How are you feeling?" He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "Terri, you're burning up. Do you have a thermometer?"
"In my medicine cabinet in the bathroom." Stiles walked in, got it, and put the thermometer in her mouth.
Stiles sat next to her on the bed. He fixed a pillow so it was comfortable behind his back. He put his arm around Terri. "I'm sorry you don't feel good."
"I'll be fine." Stiles looked at what her temperature was
"Terri, it's over 102. Is the aspirin in the medicine cabinet too?" Terri nodded. Stiles got up and got the aspirin a glass of water, and a wet washcloth.
"Stiles, you don't have to stay here and take care of me. I'm fine."
"I'm not leaving you. Haven't you figured it out yet?"
"What?"
"There is no place in this whole world I would rather be than right here next to you." He kissed her and sat down next to her again. She started shivering, so she cuddled up close to him. He made sure she was covered, and wrapped his arms around her.
"Why don't you call Tom and Kay? I'm sure you could still go over there if you want."
"I know I could go over there if I want. I don't want to. I want to stay with you."
Terri sighed. "I need to call Mom and tell her not to count on us tonight. She is going to be disappointed. She was so excited about meeting you." Terri picked up the phone and told her. Stiles went to the kitchen to check on the soup.
"Honey you shouldn't be alone. Kevin and I will bring everything to you."
"Mom I really feel miserable, all I want to do is sleep."
"Terri, here you go homemade chicken soup, guaranteed to make you feel better." Stiles said as he walked into the bedroom.
"Terri, is that, that A. B. guy you've been seeing?"
"Yes Mom Stiles is here taking care of me."
"It's ok for him to be there but not your own mother."
"Mom I don't want to ruin your plans, and I didn't want to ruin his either. He won't leave." Helen could not see the smile on Terri's face as she said this.
"Then Kevin and I will make him leave if you want him to and he won't."
"Mom I don't want him to leave. He just made me homemade chicken soup. I love you Mom, Merry Christmas."
"Terri put that Mr. Stiles on the phone."
"Mom I'm not going to put Stiles on the phone." Stiles had a big grin on his face as he took the phone from her.
"Hi Mrs. Fremont. This is Stiles. I'm so sorry I won't get to meet you tonight, but as soon as Terri is feeling better."
"How high is her fever?"
"Just over 102."
"Did you give her aspirin and a cool cloth for her head?"
"Yes Ma'am I did."
Helen continued to ask him several questions; he had a big smile on his face because everything she asked he had already done. He was feeling quite proud of himself. Helen was a little impressed herself, but was not ready to admit that. Stiles was just a little shocked by the next question.
"Are you in love with my daughter?"
"Yes Ma'am, as a matter of fact I am in love with Terri." Terri couldn't believe her mother asked him that, and even worse, that he answered her.
"Stiles give me the phone." Terri was trying to grab the phone from him, but Stiles wouldn't let her.
"Well, I don't really see any harm if you and your son came over tonight. I have chicken soup. Not exactly a traditional Christmas Eve feast but…"
"Mr. Stiles. I'll be right over I'll just cook there."
"Great Mrs. Fremont. I can't wait to meet you too." Stiles hung up the phone. "Your mom is on her way over."
"Look at me Stiles. I'm a mess. The house is a mess."
"You're beautiful. I love you, and so does she. As far as the house, I can clean it for you."
Stiles leaned over and kissed Terri he went downstairs and ran the vacuum and got everything spotless, just like he does when he knows his mom is coming over to his place.
When Stiles finished Terri was feeling slightly better. She came downstairs in her robe. "I think I'll lay down here on the couch. I don't trust you and my mother in the same room. I couldn't even trust the two of you on the phone." Stiles walked over and picked her up. Terri was feeling better. He carried her to the couch as he kissed her. They were enjoying making out a little. They both were a little surprised when the door opened up.
"Terri, what's going on?"
"Mom, hi, I'm feeling a little better, I think Stiles' chicken soup might have done the trick." Terri said as she was sitting up fixing her robe.
"Or maybe something else." Helen said under her breath as she walked into the kitchen. When she walked out, Helen immediately started to argue with him "Mr. Stiles Terri needs her rest. I think you should go home now. I'll take care of her."
"I don't think so Mrs. Fremont. I'm staying right here." he said as he smiled at Terri. Terri knew this wasn't going to be good.
"Terri wants you to leave."
"I haven't heard Terri say that."
Neither one of them were paying any attention to Terri she finally had it, she yelled at them both. "Both of you stop it. Stop your bickering right now, or I'll throw you both out." Terri was looking pale and Stiles walked over to her.
Helen was going to get him out of the room so she could talk to Terri. "Mr. Stiles I still have 2 more bags in the car." Stiles kissed Terri on the cheek and smiled at her as he walked out the door to get them. "Men. They only have one thing on their minds. Doesn't he know that you are sick and should be resting?"
"Mom. I'm feeling better. We were just kissing. You'd think you walked in and caught us having sex."
"Theresa, please. Is it necessary to talk like that? You should be resting."
Stiles walked in. "Terri, I think your mother is right, you need to lie down and rest." He put the bags on the table; he walked her back to the couch, got her comfortable, and gave her a kiss on the forehead. She couldn't help smiling at him. He sat there next to her and ran his fingers through her hair, and gently over her cheek until Terri fell asleep, which only took a few minutes. He bent down and lightly kissed her on the forehead. "Now Mrs. Fremont, while Terri is resting what can I do to help you with dinner? As long as we have one thing straight, I'm not leaving."
Helen Fremont was speechless. This was a first. She couldn't believe how he sweetly made Terri do exactly what he wanted her to do. She didn't even argue with him. Terri argues about everything; she always has. Helen used to tease her about that. This man just lovingly got her to do exactly what he wanted, he didn't fight with her. To top it all off, he was going to help her in the kitchen. Helen couldn't help comparing him to Jeff. Jeff was never nice to her or to Terri for that matter.
Stiles and Helen walked into the kitchen. He had already won her over. She smiled at him and pinched his cheeks. "I'm Italian. Do you know what the traditional Italian Christmas Eve feast consists of?"
"Fish, spaghetti with anchovy sauce, and of course Italian pastries for desert." Helen smiled that he knew that. Stiles was glad that he paid such close attention when Terri told him that, but then again he always paid close attention when Terri was around.
"Is this your chicken soup you made for Terri?" Stiles nodded. Helen took a taste of it. "This is good. Very good." Stiles and Helen talked about his recipe.
A few hours later Terri woke up. She was feeling a lot better and the fever had broken. She remembered Stiles and her mother fighting. She could only imagine what happened after she fell asleep. She heard laughing from the kitchen. She walked in to see what was going on. She couldn't believe the scene. Stiles and Helen standing next to each other cutting up the fish and getting it ready to fry. "Am I in an episode of the Twilight Zone?" she asked.
Helen looked at her and smiled, "Sweetie are you feeling better?" Terri nodded.
Stiles wiped his hands, walked up, and kissed her on the forehead. "Your fever broke." He gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "I love you."
Helen just looked at them and smiled. "That's great Sweetie. I'm glad you're feeling better. Do you feel like sitting in here talking to us? I was just telling Stiles all about your dad. Kevin and Ron will be here in about an hour."
"I think I'm going to go take a shower and get dressed, I'll be down in a little bit."
Stiles and Helen both nodded as they got back to work. Helen continued telling Stiles about Terri's dad. They lost all track of time. "He used to love fishing. He was a great Dad. Terri was so close to him. They did lots of things together, she was definitely a Daddy's girl." Stiles smiled at her, "I was glad he was gone, when that whole mess with Jeff happened. It would have upset him so, what that jerk did to his little girl." Helen realized she didn't know how much Terri had told Stiles about Jeff, so she changed the subject. "John and I always wanted to go to Ireland. We kept putting it off. He died before we ever got there." Stiles put his arm around her as she cried about her late husband. Terri stood outside the door watching and listening to them in disbelief. Terri was a little sad listening to them talking about John Fremont. She loved and missed her father very much.
"Well I'll tell you what Helen; someday Terri and I will take you to Ireland."
"Really."
"Sure. My mom and step-dad live there. So does my grandfather." She smiled "Terri got to meet my grandfather a few weeks ago when we were there for work."
"John would have liked you." She reached over and put her hand on Stiles' cheek.
"I really wish I could have met him. He must have been very special. Terri has told me about him too." Stiles smiled, he wasn't sure how to say this. "I really like talking to you, and I really wish I had the chance to talk to John. I could imagine from what you said he would probably want to know my intentions with Terri." Helen couldn't believe Stiles was just going to tell her, she didn't even have to ask him. Terri stood there and listened. She was a little curious herself, "I love Terri, very much. I know that we haven't known each other very long, just a few months. I can't believe how much my life has changed since I've met her. I can't imagine not spending the rest of my life with her. I would like to someday be her husband and your son." Helen stood up and put her arms around Stiles. "Do you think I could call you Mom?"
"I would love that." Terri walked in, Helen looked at her and smiled. "Dinner is just about ready." Terri just walked up and hugged her mother. Stiles smiled. grabbed the digital camera and took a picture of them.
Terri took the camera "I want one of you and Mom." Stiles and Helen stood next to each other smiling. Helen gave him a big hug.
That was the best Christmas Terri ever had. She couldn't believe how well everyone got along. After her mom and brother left, she just looked at Stiles in disbelief. "What's wrong?" he asked her.
"I overheard you and Mom talking. Thank you."
"I like Mom." Terri put her arms around him, he smiled at her "But, I love you." she kissed him. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm a little tired now." Stiles felt her head.
"You might be running a slight temp. Go upstairs and lay down. I'll finish cleaning up."
"You don't have to."
"I know, I want to." He looked at her with a very stern look on his face and pointed at the stairs. "Upstairs Now!"
"Yes Sir." She saluted him and walked upstairs. Stiles laughed thinking about the last time she said that to him. She was mad at him, this time was different. She knew he was only giving her orders out of love and concern, if she would have given him a chance then; he was only giving her orders out of love and concern too.
"I'll be up to tuck you in and kiss you goodnight before I leave."
When Stiles finished he quietly walked upstairs. Terri was sleeping he didn't want to wake her he just bent down and kissed her. He whispered. "Goodnight Love. I'll see you tomorrow." as he started to walk away Terri grabbed his hand, he turned and asked her. "You ok?"
"Fine. I'd feel a lot better if you stayed tonight." Terri had two reasons for this, she didn't feel 100%, but she really just wanted to be in his arms. She wanted him to be the first thing she saw on Christmas morning. She thought that would be the best present she could get. Stiles was a little confused by this, but he would do anything for her. She lifted the covers for him to get under. Stiles got undressed down to his undershirt and briefs and climbed into bed next to Terri. She curled up next to him and went back to sleep. Stiles couldn't help smiling as he held her, this is what he wanted every night, to go to sleep holding Terri in his arms.
Chapter 6
Christmas Eve Stiles and Terri had planned on a quiet evening with her mother and brother, but Terri was not feeling well, she was fighting off the flu. She was miserable. Stiles was determined to take care of her.
Stiles spent most of the afternoon making her homemade chicken soup. He went upstairs to see how she was feeling. She had finally fallen asleep. He stood there staring at her. He never thought he could feel this way. All he wanted was to make her feel better. He would do anything for her. His feelings really surprised himself.
Terri woke up and saw him sitting on the chair next to her. He was watching TV. He smiled when he realized she was awake. "Good morning sleepy head. How are you feeling?" He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "Terri, you're burning up. Do you have a thermometer?"
"In my medicine cabinet in the bathroom." Stiles walked in, got it, and put the thermometer in her mouth.
Stiles sat next to her on the bed. He fixed a pillow so it was comfortable behind his back. He put his arm around Terri. "I'm sorry you don't feel good."
"I'll be fine." Stiles looked at what her temperature was
"Terri, it's over 102. Is the aspirin in the medicine cabinet too?" Terri nodded. Stiles got up and got the aspirin a glass of water, and a wet washcloth.
"Stiles, you don't have to stay here and take care of me. I'm fine."
"I'm not leaving you. Haven't you figured it out yet?"
"What?"
"There is no place in this whole world I would rather be than right here next to you." He kissed her and sat down next to her again. She started shivering, so she cuddled up close to him. He made sure she was covered, and wrapped his arms around her.
"Why don't you call Tom and Kay? I'm sure you could still go over there if you want."
"I know I could go over there if I want. I don't want to. I want to stay with you."
Terri sighed. "I need to call Mom and tell her not to count on us tonight. She is going to be disappointed. She was so excited about meeting you." Terri picked up the phone and told her. Stiles went to the kitchen to check on the soup.
"Honey you shouldn't be alone. Kevin and I will bring everything to you."
"Mom I really feel miserable, all I want to do is sleep."
"Terri, here you go homemade chicken soup, guaranteed to make you feel better." Stiles said as he walked into the bedroom.
"Terri, is that, that A. B. guy you've been seeing?"
"Yes Mom Stiles is here taking care of me."
"It's ok for him to be there but not your own mother."
"Mom I don't want to ruin your plans, and I didn't want to ruin his either. He won't leave." Helen could not see the smile on Terri's face as she said this.
"Then Kevin and I will make him leave if you want him to and he won't."
"Mom I don't want him to leave. He just made me homemade chicken soup. I love you Mom, Merry Christmas."
"Terri put that Mr. Stiles on the phone."
"Mom I'm not going to put Stiles on the phone." Stiles had a big grin on his face as he took the phone from her.
"Hi Mrs. Fremont. This is Stiles. I'm so sorry I won't get to meet you tonight, but as soon as Terri is feeling better."
"How high is her fever?"
"Just over 102."
"Did you give her aspirin and a cool cloth for her head?"
"Yes Ma'am I did."
Helen continued to ask him several questions; he had a big smile on his face because everything she asked he had already done. He was feeling quite proud of himself. Helen was a little impressed herself, but was not ready to admit that. Stiles was just a little shocked by the next question.
"Are you in love with my daughter?"
"Yes Ma'am, as a matter of fact I am in love with Terri." Terri couldn't believe her mother asked him that, and even worse, that he answered her.
"Stiles give me the phone." Terri was trying to grab the phone from him, but Stiles wouldn't let her.
"Well, I don't really see any harm if you and your son came over tonight. I have chicken soup. Not exactly a traditional Christmas Eve feast but…"
"Mr. Stiles. I'll be right over I'll just cook there."
"Great Mrs. Fremont. I can't wait to meet you too." Stiles hung up the phone. "Your mom is on her way over."
"Look at me Stiles. I'm a mess. The house is a mess."
"You're beautiful. I love you, and so does she. As far as the house, I can clean it for you."
Stiles leaned over and kissed Terri he went downstairs and ran the vacuum and got everything spotless, just like he does when he knows his mom is coming over to his place.
When Stiles finished Terri was feeling slightly better. She came downstairs in her robe. "I think I'll lay down here on the couch. I don't trust you and my mother in the same room. I couldn't even trust the two of you on the phone." Stiles walked over and picked her up. Terri was feeling better. He carried her to the couch as he kissed her. They were enjoying making out a little. They both were a little surprised when the door opened up.
"Terri, what's going on?"
"Mom, hi, I'm feeling a little better, I think Stiles' chicken soup might have done the trick." Terri said as she was sitting up fixing her robe.
"Or maybe something else." Helen said under her breath as she walked into the kitchen. When she walked out, Helen immediately started to argue with him "Mr. Stiles Terri needs her rest. I think you should go home now. I'll take care of her."
"I don't think so Mrs. Fremont. I'm staying right here." he said as he smiled at Terri. Terri knew this wasn't going to be good.
"Terri wants you to leave."
"I haven't heard Terri say that."
Neither one of them were paying any attention to Terri she finally had it, she yelled at them both. "Both of you stop it. Stop your bickering right now, or I'll throw you both out." Terri was looking pale and Stiles walked over to her.
Helen was going to get him out of the room so she could talk to Terri. "Mr. Stiles I still have 2 more bags in the car." Stiles kissed Terri on the cheek and smiled at her as he walked out the door to get them. "Men. They only have one thing on their minds. Doesn't he know that you are sick and should be resting?"
"Mom. I'm feeling better. We were just kissing. You'd think you walked in and caught us having sex."
"Theresa, please. Is it necessary to talk like that? You should be resting."
Stiles walked in. "Terri, I think your mother is right, you need to lie down and rest." He put the bags on the table; he walked her back to the couch, got her comfortable, and gave her a kiss on the forehead. She couldn't help smiling at him. He sat there next to her and ran his fingers through her hair, and gently over her cheek until Terri fell asleep, which only took a few minutes. He bent down and lightly kissed her on the forehead. "Now Mrs. Fremont, while Terri is resting what can I do to help you with dinner? As long as we have one thing straight, I'm not leaving."
Helen Fremont was speechless. This was a first. She couldn't believe how he sweetly made Terri do exactly what he wanted her to do. She didn't even argue with him. Terri argues about everything; she always has. Helen used to tease her about that. This man just lovingly got her to do exactly what he wanted, he didn't fight with her. To top it all off, he was going to help her in the kitchen. Helen couldn't help comparing him to Jeff. Jeff was never nice to her or to Terri for that matter.
Stiles and Helen walked into the kitchen. He had already won her over. She smiled at him and pinched his cheeks. "I'm Italian. Do you know what the traditional Italian Christmas Eve feast consists of?"
"Fish, spaghetti with anchovy sauce, and of course Italian pastries for desert." Helen smiled that he knew that. Stiles was glad that he paid such close attention when Terri told him that, but then again he always paid close attention when Terri was around.
"Is this your chicken soup you made for Terri?" Stiles nodded. Helen took a taste of it. "This is good. Very good." Stiles and Helen talked about his recipe.
A few hours later Terri woke up. She was feeling a lot better and the fever had broken. She remembered Stiles and her mother fighting. She could only imagine what happened after she fell asleep. She heard laughing from the kitchen. She walked in to see what was going on. She couldn't believe the scene. Stiles and Helen standing next to each other cutting up the fish and getting it ready to fry. "Am I in an episode of the Twilight Zone?" she asked.
Helen looked at her and smiled, "Sweetie are you feeling better?" Terri nodded.
Stiles wiped his hands, walked up, and kissed her on the forehead. "Your fever broke." He gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "I love you."
Helen just looked at them and smiled. "That's great Sweetie. I'm glad you're feeling better. Do you feel like sitting in here talking to us? I was just telling Stiles all about your dad. Kevin and Ron will be here in about an hour."
"I think I'm going to go take a shower and get dressed, I'll be down in a little bit."
Stiles and Helen both nodded as they got back to work. Helen continued telling Stiles about Terri's dad. They lost all track of time. "He used to love fishing. He was a great Dad. Terri was so close to him. They did lots of things together, she was definitely a Daddy's girl." Stiles smiled at her, "I was glad he was gone, when that whole mess with Jeff happened. It would have upset him so, what that jerk did to his little girl." Helen realized she didn't know how much Terri had told Stiles about Jeff, so she changed the subject. "John and I always wanted to go to Ireland. We kept putting it off. He died before we ever got there." Stiles put his arm around her as she cried about her late husband. Terri stood outside the door watching and listening to them in disbelief. Terri was a little sad listening to them talking about John Fremont. She loved and missed her father very much.
"Well I'll tell you what Helen; someday Terri and I will take you to Ireland."
"Really."
"Sure. My mom and step-dad live there. So does my grandfather." She smiled "Terri got to meet my grandfather a few weeks ago when we were there for work."
"John would have liked you." She reached over and put her hand on Stiles' cheek.
"I really wish I could have met him. He must have been very special. Terri has told me about him too." Stiles smiled, he wasn't sure how to say this. "I really like talking to you, and I really wish I had the chance to talk to John. I could imagine from what you said he would probably want to know my intentions with Terri." Helen couldn't believe Stiles was just going to tell her, she didn't even have to ask him. Terri stood there and listened. She was a little curious herself, "I love Terri, very much. I know that we haven't known each other very long, just a few months. I can't believe how much my life has changed since I've met her. I can't imagine not spending the rest of my life with her. I would like to someday be her husband and your son." Helen stood up and put her arms around Stiles. "Do you think I could call you Mom?"
"I would love that." Terri walked in, Helen looked at her and smiled. "Dinner is just about ready." Terri just walked up and hugged her mother. Stiles smiled. grabbed the digital camera and took a picture of them.
Terri took the camera "I want one of you and Mom." Stiles and Helen stood next to each other smiling. Helen gave him a big hug.
That was the best Christmas Terri ever had. She couldn't believe how well everyone got along. After her mom and brother left, she just looked at Stiles in disbelief. "What's wrong?" he asked her.
"I overheard you and Mom talking. Thank you."
"I like Mom." Terri put her arms around him, he smiled at her "But, I love you." she kissed him. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm a little tired now." Stiles felt her head.
"You might be running a slight temp. Go upstairs and lay down. I'll finish cleaning up."
"You don't have to."
"I know, I want to." He looked at her with a very stern look on his face and pointed at the stairs. "Upstairs Now!"
"Yes Sir." She saluted him and walked upstairs. Stiles laughed thinking about the last time she said that to him. She was mad at him, this time was different. She knew he was only giving her orders out of love and concern, if she would have given him a chance then; he was only giving her orders out of love and concern too.
"I'll be up to tuck you in and kiss you goodnight before I leave."
When Stiles finished he quietly walked upstairs. Terri was sleeping he didn't want to wake her he just bent down and kissed her. He whispered. "Goodnight Love. I'll see you tomorrow." as he started to walk away Terri grabbed his hand, he turned and asked her. "You ok?"
"Fine. I'd feel a lot better if you stayed tonight." Terri had two reasons for this, she didn't feel 100%, but she really just wanted to be in his arms. She wanted him to be the first thing she saw on Christmas morning. She thought that would be the best present she could get. Stiles was a little confused by this, but he would do anything for her. She lifted the covers for him to get under. Stiles got undressed down to his undershirt and briefs and climbed into bed next to Terri. She curled up next to him and went back to sleep. Stiles couldn't help smiling as he held her, this is what he wanted every night, to go to sleep holding Terri in his arms.
