A Sciles Wedding

by JimberlyShipper

So. This is a future AU fic. It's only a bit in the future, it takes place in June of this year. Scott and Stiles are getting married. That's it. It's a Sciles wedding. I hope ya'll like, and this came out of nowhere, other than all of my feels needing an outlet.

11. Tell Me You Love Me

Chapter Eleven: Tell Me You Love Me

A week or so later, and Scott was sleeping on the couch with Steve and Stiles. Melissa was out on a date with Deaton, which Stiles thought was actually perfect. Scott already thought of him as a dad anyway. Scott was trying to settle on something to watch on tv when there was a ring on the doorbell. He stood and went to get it. When he opened the door, it revealed a boy who looked just like Scott. What the fuck? He had a few more tats than Scott did, and his hair was longer, showing the natural curl, and he had a scruffy beard, but he was Scott's twin, no doubt about it. "What the fuck is happening?" Stiles asked, rubbing his forehead in his confusion.

His ears were ringing when the other boy told him that he was Dustin Riley, but he'd have to hit Stiles if he called him anything but Dusty, and that he had proof that he was Rafe and Melissa McCall's son. He explained that he'd grown up in NYC as an adopted child but now his parents had kicked him out for being gay and so here he was, trying to find his biological family. Stiles barely heard himself asking Dusty for proof that he was a McCall, and Dusty brandished a birth certificate. "Holy mother fucking Merlin's beard!" Stiles said, not sure what else to say. It was real, he'd seen enough notarized documents in his life to know a real one.

This is when Scott cried out from the couch, Stiles must have woken him with his exclamation. He hurried into the living room, hearing Dusty's footsteps behind him. "Scotty, bae, what is it? Are you okay?" He asked, adjusting Scott's blanket.

Scott was shaking, he'd had a nightmare. He rubbed his brown eyes, he permanently looked like he was the victim of a bar fight. "I had a nightmare." Scott said, and then looked up at saw Dusty. His mouth dropped open, but since his husband told him that Dusty was legit, he offered out his thinning hand. "Scott. I guess we're twins. Rafe had to be behind this. Ma would never have given up a baby.." He said, and reached for a tissue to cough in, he coughed up blood.

This moved Stiles into action immediately and he made sure there was a bucket for Scott to throw up in. Then he got his meds. "Here, swallow these." He said, handing Scott a fistful of medications and a glass of apple juice. It always helped when he had to throw up. Scott threw up in the bucket, sans blood, and then took his meds with the apple juice. Stiles turned to explain things to Dusty, trying not to sound too angry about it, he didn't want to upset Scott anymore than he already was. "So, your mom is a nurse, and Scott had to give blood for this blood drive. They test the blood, they find out he has cancer. It's in his brain, stage four. He goes to chemo and radiation so they can try and shrink the tumor to have it be easier to get it all at once. That seems to be taking awhile."

Scott, who was laying back on the couch again, got settled in and Steve crawled up on his belly and sat there, toying with a small rope that they played tug of war with. Scott said, "This is Stiles, my husband. I am sure he forgot to mention that part. He's taking this whole thing by the horns and making sure I follow all doctors' orders." Scott said, looking briefly at his husband. He then looked at Dusty. "If you're at the hotel already you're staying here. Ma will insist." Scott was beyond curious to find out how he had a twin that he'd never known about. Had Melissa thought he'd died? He wasn't mad at her, he just wanted to know what was going on.

Moving to sit down on an armchair by the couch, Dusty said, "All I know about my adoption is that I was one of two babies being born and they only wanted one baby. So I was put up for adoption." Dusty wasn't sure what to make of any of this. He had been fine with his own parents, he'd thought he was part Korean, they hadn't told him he was adopted until he'd found the papers. "I didn't even know until about a week ago that I was adopted." He said, shrugging a shoulder. "I'm just glad that I found you. You mentioned Mami, do we have a papi still in the picture?"

This is when Stiles and Scott shared a look and Scott's eyes filled with tears. "He's dead, and likely the reason that you were given up for adoption." He said, his voice trembling. He had to stop to throw up again, it took him a minute or two before he could speak again, and sipped his apple juice. "I can't talk about why you're lucky that you didn't have to be raised by him, because I can barely handle it right now myself." Scott said, accepting the saltines that Stiles handed him. He would need something in his stomach in case he had to toss his cookies again.

Running a hand through his black curls, Dusty said, "My stuff's out in the UHaul in the driveway that's attached to my car." He was glad that he hadn't tried to go to the hotel first. Beacon Hills was so small they only had the one. Dusty had never been somewhere so small in his life before. He said, "I come from Brooklyn, I don't really know how this small town thing works." Dusty wasn't surprised when they both gave him shocked expressions. "It's dangerous, I know they don't want you to think that but it is. I had a few friends, but they all got into college and I'm more about my music." He said, curls falling over his forehead as he spoke.

This is when Scott got a little too excited. "Oh, man, can you help me learn how to play guitar? I sing and I would love to play guitar." Scott ignored the fussing with his blanket that Stiles was doing. Because Stiles would keep fussing. "Hey, are you thirsty? You hungry?" He asked, and Stiles moved off to get him a soda and some chips. Scott couldn't believe this. "I can't believe this. I mean, I can, Rafe's evil enough to have done something like this, but it still seems like something out of a telenovela." He said, he was a bit acquainted with them, Melissa loved to watch them.

Stiles came back in. "I'm ordering Indian food, I don't care if you hate the smell, McCall-Stilinski." He told his husband, who just shook his head and chuckled a bit. Steve saw Dusty then and moved over to investigate him, since he looked just like Scott. He was sniffing around the Birkenstocks on Dusty's feet, Stiles was surprised to see that the other boy was wearing a toe ring and his nails were painted red. Stiles was concentrating on what he was ordering so he didn't really hear the conversation that Dusty and Scott were having about music. When he was finished, he put down his phone. "Be here in forty minutes." He said, watching Dusty and Scott curiously. They seemed to get along great, like they had always known each other. Right now Scott was telling Dusty his and Stiles' love story. He had to admit, he was proud of it himself. They had never been with anyone but each other. Who nowadays could say that? And gay marrage was legal. They could really say husband and it was legally binding.

"Right, bae?" Scott was asking, and Stiles tried to focus on the conversation. "What?" He asked, as Scott asked him again if they had indeed gone over to Paris for their honeymoon. "Oh, yes. We had an amazing time." His face fell when he had to say that they were taking a year off for college because Scott had to stay here and fight the cancer. Stiles was just glad that they'd been given the time. He just wished that Scott could be more positive about things.

The rest of the evening passed uneventfully. Apparently Melissa had decided to stay over at Deaton's, so they helped Dusty get shacked up in the guest room. Then Stiles had to practically carry Scott to their bedroom, his knees were weak. Stiles helped Scott into the bed and Steve jumped up and settled at Scott's feet. He was getting to be an actual dog, as opposed to a puppy. And he was perfectly trained too, Scott knew what he was doing. He was supposed to be a vet. It was a travesty that he wasn't learning how to be one right now. As he came in with Scott's bedtime meds and some water, Scott was watching him with a knowing look. He knew there was something up with Stiles.

"I'm fine, babe." Stiles told him, after Scott had taken his medication and he'd put the cup back into the bathroom.

This caused a sound from Scott that was one of derision. "You are not. Ever since you had to tell Dusty that we're taking a year off from college you've been quiet. You are allowed to be upset that we had to take time off, but try and focus on what we've got now. I've got a twin brother who looks just like me. We have to learn all about him. And he sounds so so cool." He said, as he leaned back into the bed, tugging over blankets, Steve protesting in a soft bark and then settled at his feet again. He knew that Stiles and Scott would cuddle in bed. Scott laid back and took off the bandanna that he tended to wear during the day.

Stiles moved to the bed, and climbed into the bed with him. "I just hope that Mom won't be upset that we didn't call her tonight about Dusty." He said. The Deaton and Melissa dating thing was new, but Stiles thought it was the real thing. He expected them to get engaged any day now. Stiles didn't want to make her mad or rock the boat. Dusty's mere presence was going to rock the boat as it was. "And I don't want to talk about school right now." He said, and he meant it. Stiles didn't want to talk about the life that was going to be out of their reach for a long time. And according to Scott, it wasn't something they were both going to get. Scott was planning on dying on him.

"Just drop school for now." Stiles said, he didn't want to argue with his husband about it.

Scott, who was already falling asleep, said, "I don't think Ma'll be mad at us. She'll be mad that Rafe did this, that he gave away her baby and told her that it died." Scott said. He knew that that still happened all the time, and there was no one ever the wiser. The families it happened to just trusted whomever told it to them. Scott's eyes slipped shut, and he snuggled up to Stiles, who was going to be up for a bit reading. Scott buried his head in Stiles' chest and laid an arm around his waist and promptly fell asleep.

Watching him, Stiles wondered if this was all going to end, and soon. Scott had been in his life since he was four years old. They had been through so much together. And he knew that Scott was a brave person, and that he did amazingly well for someone who was dealing with what he was and his past trauma. Stiles wasn't sure that he was strong enough to do that. He stroked his husband's bald head and really wished that all of this could be over. He wanted Scott for the rest of his life, and he didn't want that to be ending in a few short months. He wanted it forever. He wanted them to have kids, and grandkids, and die together in a nursing home like the couple from The Notebook. It was what everyone else was getting, he wanted to get that too.

The next morning, Melissa let herself into the house and called out to the kids to let them know she was home. It was only nine, but she knew that Scott at least would be awake. He went to bed early these days since he was always tired out. She went to the kitchen, and found a boy that she didn't know, and then she got a good look at him. "Oh my God." She made the sign of the cross. "Rafe said you died." She said, stepping closer to him. He was identical to Scott, she knew it was the baby she thought she had lost. It was just like Rafe to do something like this, tell her that her baby had died. Melissa looked at him, tears brushing her brown eyes.

"Did you have a good life? What's your name?" She asked.

Dusty looked at the woman who was his mother. She was beautiful. And he didn't have to explain who he was, she knew immediately. "I'm Dusty Riley." He told her, and then they were hugging. Dusty hugged her tightly, taking a deep sniff of her. She was his mother. He was finally with his mother. Dusty had nothing against his adoptive parents, but this was his real family. He had a brother and a mother. Dusty hugged her until he'd had his fill and stepped back. Dusty should hate his adoptive parents, they'd kicked him out for being who he was. But Dusty couldn't hate people. He just couldn't. They were wrong, but he couldn't change their minds. They were going to have to learn to adjust to the real world without him.

"I'm here because I've had a good life, until I told my parents I'm gay. They kicked me out" Dusty told her, matter of factly. There was no reason to stand on ceremony.

Before Melissa could reply, Scott was coming in the room, slowly. Melissa moved to help Scott sit down. She hugged him once he was settled. "I'm not mad at you." She told him, and she knew that he would know what she meant. She turned back to Dusty. "I assume Scott told you to stay here. You can. I won't have my baby living anywhere else." She said, noticing that Dusty had been in the middle of fixing breakfast for the house. She brushed her hand through his curls. "You're a good boy." She said, and her son flushed. Her voice shook as she spoke more. "I really… I was so sad that you died. I'm… I had to deal with that pain every day of my life. And if your father weren't already dead I would kill him myself for everything that he has done to you kids." Melissa hated what he'd done to them more than what he'd done to her.

"Mami, it's not your fault." Dusty said, as he turned back to the French toast he was making. His adoptive mother had taught him to cook and bake, she had wanted him to be able to impress girls with his cooking and baking skills. Dusty knew of course that it was going to impress boys. Dusty had bacon and eggs going too. "I am definitely staying here. Scott showed me the guest room." He said, he had already been at the job thing this morning too, searching for jobs in Beacon Hills. He needed something flexible, so he could work on his music. "I also got an interview for the coffee shop. I've been busy since I woke up."

The fact that Dusty was already ready to settle in did not surprise Scott. He accepted the cup of coffee his mother handed him. He was too weak to get up and get it himself. He had barely made it down the stairs. Scott hadn't wanted to wake Stiles, he wasn't sure how long he'd been up reading before he passed out. Scott heard paw prints on the stairs, and then Steve was with them, tail wagging and barking. He moved to Scott first, who scratched him behind the ears, and Steve put his paws up on Scott's lap to he could reach his face and licked him. Scott laughed, and kissed his head.

Then Steve moved on to Dusty, licking his legs and walking around him and barking. "Be quiet, Steve. Stiles is still sleeping." Scott told him, leaning back in his chair. It was to no avail, Stiles came into the kitchen, kissing Scott on the way. "I tried to keep him quiet, bae." Scott told him, sipping his coffee.

"It's okay, Scotty." Stiles said, taking the plate Dusty was offering him and putting it in front of Scott. Scott always came first with him. He reached and swiped a piece of bacon and bit into it. "Dude, you definitely gotta stick around, I can't make breakfast like this." Stiles told his brother in law, still adjusting to the idea that he had a brother in law. He then took his own plate and went to sit down with him, spreading some powdered sugar on his French toast. He had a cup of coffee in front of him as well. It was nice, this was a true family breakfast. "Everyone is gonna be thrown for a loop that you exist." Stiles told Dusty, as he took a bite of his eggs. "No one ever would have guessed that Scott would have an identical twin."

This is when Scott cut in. "There's some things about Rafe I need to tell you, but they aren't things that everyone else knows. It's just something that a handful of people know." Scott didn't want to let out to the world at large just yet what Rafe had done to him. It was bad enough that some people knew, like the guy at Rafe's funeral calling Scott a liar. That was a big reason why Scott hadn't said anything just yet. He didn't want to be seen as a liar. And Rafe was dead, it's not like he didn't pay for what he'd done. He could never get to Scott again, and that was the important thing.

"You're in a way lucky that you weren't with us. He would have hurt you too." Scott said this last bit quietly, hoping Dusty wouldn't ask him to elaborate right now. He was in a semi good mood and wasn't sure that he wanted to get into it.

Melissa was the one to change the subject. "So, Dusty, where did you used to live? What was your life like before you got disowned? By the way, I don't care what you are. You're my son, and I love you. I want to make up for lost time. You were stolen from me and I don't want you to disappear again." She brushed her hand through her brown hair as she accepted the plate of food from Dusty and got herself a glass of milk. She drank milk with French toast. "I hope you will like it here." She really wanted him to stay as long as he could, she had missed 18 years of his life, and she didn't want to miss anymore.

"I come from Brooklyn." Dusty said, and sat down with his own plate. "Mami, you can stop worrying. I had a good life. Really. My parents were good, they had good jobs, I didn't go without much. I had a few friends, but they went to college, and I wanted to focus on my music. And I had this fling with one of them, and I realized I was gay. So I came out. I never really had much attraction to girls, although my first kiss was with this girl named Eileen during my first boy girl party." He said, smirking. "I loved Brooklyn, we had a nice neighborhood, and there were always kids to play with growing up." He could tell that was a relief to his mother.

Dusty sipped his coffee and kept going. "I always thought I was part Korean, it was pretty cool to find out I'm Italian and Mexican. I'm not used to the small town thing, since Brooklyn is pretty big, but I can adjust. I drove around a bit yesterday before I found where your house was, and it seems pretty chill. Not as much to do as in Brooklyn, but that doesn't matter. Because you guys are here. And you're my family. So that means I want to be here."

Scott shared a look with his mother and then leaned out to half hug Dusty. "That was so the right thing to say. What do you want to do today? I have a cane, we can go and do something if you want." Scott actually wanted to get out of the house for something other than chemo. "I don't get to go anywhere other than for chemo really, so going somewhere would be fun. And you gotta meet Deaton. He's my boss, and Ma's dating him now." He said, Scott loved that. He thought it was definitely better than her being with Allison's dad. Scott could see them getting married actually. He hadn't asked Stiles out loud about it, but he was sure that his husband felt the same way.

"Are you sure you want to do that, bae?" Stiles asked, and he knew that Scott was going to say that he was fussing or being overprotective, but he wasn't sure that Scott was up for doing something out of the house. Scott gave him a look. "Yes, bae, I'm asking. Because you've been so tired lately and I don't want you to overtax yourself." Stiles didn't want Scott to suffer a setback and then not be able to do anything for a few days. It had happened before, Scott could be stubborn, because he wouldn't want to put anyone out.

"Yes, Stiles, I'm sure. It'll be okay." Scott said, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

Dusty forked up some more French toast as he watched them. They were definitely married, and they were definitely a seasoned couple. He knew how long they'd been together, Scott had told him. And Dusty didn't have one bit of trouble believing it. It made him miss Chris. They'd been best friends and had taken it to the next level and then they'd broken up. He shouldn't have kissed him that night that he did. He and Chris never talked anymore, and he missed him. Dusty would probably always miss him. That's when his brother and brother in law noticed that he was watching them. "Sorry, You guys are just so married, and it's something that I'm envious of."

This caused Scott to blush. "Yeah, we're pretty married." He agreed. "But seriously, going out is gonna be okay." He said, he knew that Stiles wasn't going to like it, but Scott wanted to. He wanted to be normal once. It had been so long since he'd gotten to be normal. "Ma, did Deaton go to work?" He asked, and she gave him a nod. "Great. So we can go see him and then go shopping or something. I actually need some new jeans." He said, he didn't say he needed them because he'd lost so much weight. He didn't want to get ones that were too expensive, just in case he got better and was able to gain weight again. "Although I don't want to spend a lot of money on them." Scott said, his plate was clear and he got up slowly and put it in the dishwasher.

"Olay. Fine. But you are definitely taking your cane and you are getting in a scooter if you get too tired." Stiles said, and Scott begrudgingly agreed. Stiles also cleared his plate and then grabbed Scott. "Come on, let's shower. We'll save water." He said, Melissa pretending that she hadn't heard, and Dusty smirked. Scott moved with Stiles, leaning on him more heavily than Stiles would have liked. He led them into their bathroom and kissed Scott, wrapping his arms around Scott's waist. Stiles kissed him deeply, his hands cupping Scott's ass. Scott pressed closer to him, and kissed him back. Stiles pushed Scott's bottoms off, and Scott stepped out of them. He then pushed off his own bottoms, and took Scott back in his arms.

Bare skin on bare skin, they kissed more, and Stiles opened the shower and they both climbed in. Stiles turned on the water and they moved out of the way until it got hot. Stiles pressed Scott up against the shower wall and his hand moved down to stroke Scott's cock, his husband groaning against his lips. Stiles icontinued to stroke him, his long fingers moving up and down the shaft. Once cupping the balls. When Scott was fully hard, he pushed Stiles into the warm water, and entered him from behind, using some shampoo as lube. Stiles gasped and braced himself on the shower wall, and Scott began to move his hips, thrusting inside Stiles. His hand moved around and ran along the shaft of Stiles' cock, which was rock hard. He began to stroke.

"Harder, bae!" Stiles gasped, and Scott did his best to thrust harder, in and out of Stiles like butter. Scott came first, his breath exhaling on Stiles' neck, his lips sucking on the skin there. Stiles' hand went to cover Scott's hand on his cock and they stroked together. Stiles came then, turning to kiss Scott as the water ran in rivulets all over them. Stiles sucked on Scott's tongue. "Oh fuck, I needed that." He said, and moved to get the body wash to wash Scott. While he did that, Scott worked shampoo into Stiles' hair. Stiles' eyes closed as his husband's fingers moved through his hair. He loved that, Scott did too when he had hair.

They didn't tarry long once the sex was over, and stepped out to dry off. Scott insisted on going into the bedroom and dressing himself. He pulled out his silky red panties and pulled them on. He knew that Stiles would be thinking about him wearing them all day and they could have sex again later. Scott pulled out some cotton shorts that were draw string and pulled them on, tying them tightly. Then he pulled out a Nickrelback tee shirt and pulled it on. His true favorite band was One Direction though. Scott watched as Stiles came out of the bathroom and moved to get his own clothes. Scott moved to him and let him peek at the underwear he was wearing.

"All for you, babe." Scott said, smirking at him.

"No fair. Now I know you have them on." Stiles protested, but he also knew that's why Scott had shown him, so he would be thinking about it all day. Stiles pulled on his boxer briefs, a pair of jeans, and a red tee shirt. He was rummaging around in the closet looking for one of his flannel shirts. "You should get a light hoodie out, you might get cold." Stiles said, Scott got cold a lot lately. It was understandable, since he weighed next to nothing. Stiles found the shirt he was looking for and pulled it on. Scott was making a face at him but he pulled out a Beacon Hills High hoodie and put it over his arm. He had put on sneakers and socks while Stiles had been looking for his shirt.

Both dressed, they left the room, and ran into an also dressed Dusty. He was holding a bandanna for Scott. It was covered in guitars. "Thought you might like to wear this, I know that you cover up your head as often as possible." Dusty said, and handed it to Scott, who grinned and hugged him. That was all the thanks Dusty needed. "It's my favorite, but I want you to have it." Dusty saw Scott's eyes get a bit misty. But he said thanks and Dusty then looked at Stiles, who gave Dusty a nod and a small smile. Dusty could already tell about Stiles that that was a big deal for him. He didn't trust easily.

They all went downstairs, it was agreed that they were taking Dusty's car, and they pointed out the way to Deaton's clinic. They went inside and Scott called out to Deaton. The man came out telling Scott he didn't have to be here and then stopped, looking at Dusty in surprise. "Hi, Dad." Scott said, moving to hug him. Once Deaton had gotten him Steve, and then started dating Melissa, Scott just let all pretense go and started calling him dad. "This is my twin brother, Dusty Riley." He was leaning heavily on his cane, and Stiles moved forward to put an arm around his waist. Knowing that Scott wasn't going to ask for help.

The whole story came out, Scott and Dusty both telling it, and Deaton seemed to be just as shocked that Rafe had done something like that. "He's staying with us." Scott said, and he was over the moon about it. He had a hard time not showing it. Scott gratefully leaned on his husband. He didn't want to be forced to use a scooter when they went to the mall. Scott watched as Deaton shook Dusty's hand and they chatted about how long Deaton had known Scott and how close they were. Scott looked at his brother. "Dad's the one who got me Steve." He said, and then looked at Deaton. "Steve loves Dusty. He's not even confused about Dusty looking like me."

Deaton knew he was going to have to check in with Melissa about this. She was sure to have feelings and need to talk about them. Deaton said, "It's nice to meet you, Dusty. Scott is a great kid, and I know how much he cares about his family. I'm sorry that yours didn't accept you for who you are, but you have us now. You don't have to worry as much about being accepted because we accept you as you are." Deaton moved to show Dusty the operation, it wasn't large. It was Beacon Hills. There were less than ten thousand people here. Most everyone knew everyone else and your business.

While Deaton was doing that, Scott was looking on his phone for any sales that might be going on at the mall. Scott wanted to know because while they had money, from working for Argent, the insurance only paid for so much. They still had bills. Scott had pulled up JCPenny's website. He liked the Wranglers they carried there. Scott pointed some out to Stiles. "Look, JCPenny's is having a sale. And they usually have some good clearance stuff too." Scott said, done looking and putting his phone in his hoodie pocket. Stiles had been right, he had gotten cold.

Stiles couldn't be excited about clothes shopping. Which was the funny part, he was the gay one of the two of them. "I'm glad for you, babe." Stiles didn't really know what else to say. He was sort of not really there. He couldn't stop thinking about what was going to happen if Scott did pass away. He hated that Scott was so negative, but Stiles was starting to get really scared. He'd been in the hospital not that long ago and he could easily have to go back at any time. Other than for the chemo. And Dusty had just shown up, and he wanted Scott to have all the time he could have with his brother. That's why he hadn't protested too much when Scott had wanted to go out today. Stiles didn't want to fight him anyway, but definitely not on this.

"You feeling okay, babe?" Stiles asked.

Knowing what Stiles was thinking about, Scott said, "Stiles, let's not worry today. Okay? I want this to be about spending time with my brother. The brother that I didn't even know existed until last night." Scott couldn't imagine how Dusty might be feeling. His parents, that he'd known his whole entire life, had just kicked him out for being who he is. Scott knew that after Rafe had been gone he'd never have had to worry about that. Scott kept his brown eyes on Stiles'. "You are allowed to feel however you want to feel, because this is happening to you too. But I want to just try and be normal today. As normal as I can be. Please. We have to deal with this illness every day, I just want to try and have one day where I get to just be a teenager. Go get some clothes, eat some junk food, hopefully not throw it back up."

A pause, and then, "Please, baby. For me."

When Scott said those last words, Stiles knew that he couldn't say no. He would move heaven and earth for Scott, whatever he had to do, he would do it. Scott was the one of the two of them that was a superhero, he was just so good and he could see the good in everything and everyone. Stiles couldn't do that. He was the one of them that could do something shady if it got them what they needed. Scott wouldn't ever be able to do that. Stiles just knew that when Scott said those four little words, he couldn't let him down. "Okay. We'll try and be normal." Stiles said, tightening his grip on Scott's waist. Scott laid his head on Stiles' shoulder.

This is when Dusty and Deaton came back out, there was a dog with them. A huge St. Bernard, and it was barking happily to see other people. Dusty grinned. "This here is Bear." He said, and the dog jumped eagerly to get to Scott, who just had a way with dogs. Part of the reason that he worked here. Dusty delighted in seeing Scott play with Bear, not needing Stiles to help hold him up, he got down to Bear's level. "Deaton said I can take him home." Dusty said, grinning. Scott grinned too and said it would be fun for Steve to have another dog to play with. "We'll come back and pick him up after we're done with our activities." Dusty told Deaton.

Scott pet Bear, who was licking him wherever he could reach. "Bear, you can come to our house and play with Steve, he'll love to have a cousin." Scott looked up at Dusty. "I think we're going to get along just fine, bro." He said, as Bear put his arms around Scott's shoulders, and Scott hugged him. Deaton told them that someone had dropped him off in the night with a note that said give him to a good home. Deaton said Bear had taken a shine to Dusty immediately and he hadn't seen why Dusty couldn't have him. "We can get a collar and stuff at the pet store in the mall." Dusty said, as he leaned down to pet Bear, who licked him too.

This wasn't a good thing for Stiles, Steve had known him since he was a puppy, so he was used to Stiles and liked him. But Bear had not. Stiles had also seen Cujo, and he had been a St. Bernard. He said, "Oh, great." He said, unable to sound excited. He wasn't a huge fan of dogs. He did his best for Scott. "Okay, come on, Scott wants to go to JCPenny's." He said, helping Scott up. They said bye and see you later to Deaton and then went back out to Dusty's car. Scott got to sit up front because it was easier for him to get out of that seat than the back. Stiles let him do it himself, because of the conversation they had just had. He wasn't going to give him help unless Scott asked for it. Or unless he really needed it and Stiles knew he had to give it to him.

The ride to the mall was short, Beacon Hills' downtown wasn't that big. Scott showed Dusty were to park, and it was agreed they'd go to the food court and grab something to eat before they went to the stores. Scott wanted Chinese food, so they were in line there, and Dusty went to get some pizza. Scott was using his cane, and holding Stiles' hand with his other, and he was trying not to need to lean on his husband. That's when his eyes fell on someone in line ahead of them. Isaac Lahey. Oh shit, Isaac was back in town? Scott wondered if there was any way to have Isaac not see them. He squeezed Stiles' hand and leaned to whisper in his ear.

"Isaac is in line before us." He said, whispering.

When Scott said that Isaac was here, Stiles was beyond annoyed. They had all thought he was going to stay in Paris. He'd been doing work for Allison's dad. No one really knew what. But no one had really asked, and had been glad to get rid of him. Isaac could be incredibly annoying and incredibly snobbish when he wanted to be. Which Stiles knew was a complete act because of his background. While his father had yes, been incredibly intelligent and had made a good living teaching at a private school about a half hour away from Beacon Hills, he had still been abusive to Isaac every day of his life until Melissa had let Isaac stay with her and Scott.

Stiles had not been a fan of that. Every time he'd gone over to see his boyfriend he'd had to deal with Isaac Lahey. Scott liked most everyone, and that included Isaac. Stiles got why Isaac was the way he was, because of his father's abuse, but that didn't make him easier to take. "I really don't want him to know we're here." Stiles replied, seeing Scott shaking a bit and wrapping an arm around his waist. He made it look like he just wanted to be closer to Scott though. Even if he was sure that Scott knew that's not why he was doing it.

"Yeah, I don't want him to see us either." Scott said, hiding his head in Stiles' neck. He did not have pleasant memories of Isaac. He'd never told Stiles, because it would make Stiles hate him even more, but Isaac had been drunk at a party at Lydia's house once and had tried to have sex with Scott. Scott had barely managed to get him off before Stiles had come back. And then Isaac had taken off on foot somewhere. Scott didn't want to make a big thing out of it, although he supposed with his own past it kind of had been a big deal. He was amazed he hadn't had a panic attack or anything. He and Isaac had never talked about it, mostly because Scott thought Isaac was too drunk to remember that he'd done it.

It wasn't long though and they were up to order their food, and Isaac had gotten his and not seen them. Scott got orange chicken and chicken fried rice, and they went to see if Dusty had gotten a table. Scott was feeling good about today, and he didn't want that feeling to end. There was going to be another dog in the house, he was getting to know his brother, and he still had Stiles. And maybe Deaton would end up marrying his mom. It could be so much worse than it was.

I'm under water
And I'm on fire
There's nothing wilder than my heart
Just let the current
Set it in motion
Then nothing can keep us apart

We're all swimming into the light
I want you by my side
And I'm right here waiting for you
Right here waiting for you
We're all living on borrowed time
I've been holding my breath all night
Waiting for you

I'm diving into the deep end
And I'm not scared
I'm not scared
And I'm in way over my head
And i'm not scared
I'm not scared, no

I'll follow you straight to the bottom
I'm not afraid hell or high water
I wanna dive into you
I'll follow you straight to the bottom
I'm not afraid hell or high water
I wanna dive into you

Author's note: SO YES. An update! I hope ya'll like Dusty, I created him and then randomly in rp decided to have him be Scott's twin and I'm SO glad I did. I love Dusty. And I think I'm going to hook him up with Isaac, they've had interactions in one of my other fics and I think they'd be interesting. Although Dusty and Jackson is my thing. But I don't want to break up Jackson and Danny. So. Dusty and Isaac. If anyone else is familiar with any of my other Sciles fics and wants me to add Caitlyn too, I could also do that. I think I might have the tumor be small enough to operate on soon too. Not sure, we'll see when I sit down to do the next chapter.