AN: So, the original of this chapter is still in my old hard drive…now it's being rearranged and messed with based off of rereading the story and comments over the time my computers been down. God I love Smartphones…until I don't. Also, I desperately want to figure out photoshop because I just want a cover picture for this story so bad recently. My friend was doodling some ideas about it while I laid on her and complained about my life (I wish I had it all figured out you know, what I want to do, who I wanna be. Oh, but my SAT results come back the 24th squeallll) and the drawings made me happy. End of story.
Maddelynn: It's so funny, that exact thing squealed through my mind when my email read 'Review'. Honestly, I think I missed this more than anyone in the world, I will never leave again. *crosses fingers or some other good luck thing*. I'm usually good at my emotions, then A Walk To Remember, Brokeback Mountain and the recent episode of Glee had me sobbing like I was still in a cradle. No Aleysha's on strict one (wo)man at a time business. Again, I should just hold a poll, damn. Now with the Stiles thing real quick, there are subtle (really small actually and possibly something only an English teacher would pick up one and teach the confused class the meaning of) hints of things that are going to occur between the three boys (It's freaking hilarious because before this week they were simple story bits then I studied a bit of English and Psychology.) Hope this was quick enough an update doll?
changling: Oh…I'm blushing. I'm really happy that I'm getting such good feedback on the OCs…I'm not a fan of original characters in fanfiction myself actually (like you said they usually just annoy me) so this was a huge risk because I wasn't even sure I'd like it. And thanks, I felt so bad I couldn't update but to be fair I feel every chapter I post isn't its best, it really means a lot when I get told that it's good. I criticize my stuff better than I praise it but thanks. That's…a lot for Stiles to be shared…I should really tally these. Thanks, again.
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Anyway lovelies, enjoy.
Brett kept their hands curled together, his gold ring pressed tightly against the other one. He could hear the packs below, the way they mingled and laughed. There was an ease among them, something he hadn't seen since Stiles had dropped. Things were getting back to normal or as normal as things got for them. He licked his lip and rested his cheek against Stiles head before rolling to curl into his husband. What if Stiles wanted to stay? What if Stiles wanted to leave? Why couldn't he decide which was worse now? Coming in, he knew it was going to be get in, save the kid, get out. Now, though, now it's not. He's torn, he's really starting to feel for the other group, and maybe it's all in his head. Maybe it's the bonding mixed with the, admittedly, incredibly generous things Stiles said about them making Brett believe there was even a smidge of future here for them. But what if it wasn't. Brett sighed into stiles hair and closed his eyes, falling asleep behind his healing mate.
He can hear the change in the heartbeat, the way it sky rockets for a split second before it calms and beats. He smiles and nuzzles the hair on his lovers head, chuckling when the heartbeat flutters. He hums into the brown spiked hair.
"You did it." The voice is scratchy but it makes Brett's heart stutter and he nods.
"Yeah, you knew I would." He tells Stiles, who clears his throat. "Let me get you water." Stiles hand tightens, stilling Brett.
"Stay. Just for a little."
"Of course." Brett settles against Stiles' back and looking down at his hand, smiling when he saw the golden band. He still remembered when they got it blessed, it was the same night Stiles found a bunch of spells that really helped them feel safe when they were apart. Brett didn't like when Stiles went to work and Stiles hated it when Brett visited family without him, it made them nervous, with the lives they led it was reasonable. Brett listens to the breaths Stiles takes, focusing on the steady heartbeat of the man. "I was so scared." Brett confesses.
"I know…" Stiles swallows and Brett closes his eyes, wishing he could read his husband's mind, figure this all out, what he was thinking. "You have to call Jordan." Stiles tells him. "Is- is everyone okay?"
"They're all downstairs talking now." Stiles turns to him. The younger releases Brett's hand and shifts until he's looking at Brett's chest, hands in front of him. Brett runs his hand over Stiles' back, looking down until honey brown eyes meet his, without prompt green eyes flash up at him and fade out. "You don't need to reassure me." His hand slips over Stiles chest to rest on the man's chest and Stiles looks down than up. "I feel you."
"I thought…I could feel it, I felt like I did after Aleysha and I knew…I though, God, they don't have enough time. I thought…what if I never see you again and you have to figure out where to bury me and what if…I never saw the betas again and what if…" Stiles looks down, lips parted and eyebrows furrowed.
"You're okay, we're all okay. And we'll win this, like we've won everything else." Stiles tongue comes out to lick over his bottom lip before he looks up.
"I know…trust me, I know this but…but we can't win everything every time." Stiles lets out a breath and one hand comes up to cups his lovers face. "I want to do this with you. I want to do more than." He wiggles his ring finger. "a ring on a hand and an exchange of a few words and some words on paper and amazing sex when Jeff's not sneaking in our bed."
"We can do that, Stiles, we have all the time…"
"But we don't and…and if we're gonna we have to decide when and I want to now. I want to settle down with you and the pack and I want a family and I want everything we've talked about but we're not gonna get it." Stiles licked his lips and Brett shook his head.
"We are, after…look the hunter said he had back up coming, so after we take care of this threat we'll stop for a few minutes and we'll figure it out, we'll make a plan. We had our honeymoon, we got married…we can do this." Brett dips his head and kisses Stiles lips. When he pulls away he watches Stiles' eyes flutter open as teeth dig in lightly to his bottom lip and Brett smiles, wanting to dive in for seconds. Stiles meets his eyes and tangles his fingers into Brett's hair pulling the older man down for seconds before pulling him away.
"There's more…They're coming here." Brett nods and Stiles looks away for a second before sitting up. Brett slowly follows him and gets to his feet. "Can you get me water?" Stiles asks and Brett nods. The blond makes his way down the stairs, where he stops his betas.
"Give us a minute." Brett tells them and they nod.
"How is he?" Aleysha asks from her position near Erica.
"He's fine, just…he's just going through the aftermath of seeing his life flash before his eyes.' Brett grabs a cold bottled water.
"Does he…want us to leave?" Scott asks, unsure and nervous.
"No." Brett shakes head. "You guys stay…he just needs a moment to get it all together you know?" They nod and look away. "We'll come right down, when he's okay. Just…" He looks to Jefferson. "Give us some time all right?"
"Yeah, okay." Jefferson looks down and blushes when Issac looks over to him, embarrassment filling him at being called out. Issac just smiles at him and puts a hand on the kid's shoulder. Brett eyes it and feels a stab to his stomach. Aleysha follows him up the first two steps, Jackson right behind her.
"Guys."
"Just…" Aleysha looks to Jackson then to Brett. "We want to let you know…if you need to talk…we're available. And if you don't…we know Stiles is there but we're here."
"All of us." Jackson agrees before looking down. Brett nods and smiles.
"Thanks, I might take you up on that offer." The two leave him to rejoin the two packs where they separate. Brett takes cautious steps into the room, Stiles looks up at him and smiles, grabbing the water when it's extended to him. "Aleysha and Jackson stopped me on the stairs." He watches as Stiles hands freeze around the bottle cap for a split second, hears the skip in his heart before everything continues and his shoulders sag. He should've grabbed tap water from upstairs, seeing the packs looking like they fit together like that, like they would just melt and be one big happy family…it made Brett wonder if taking Stiles away from this pack here was such a great idea.
"Oh." Is all Stiles replies before he presses the bottle to his lips. Brett sits next to him, staring at the floor before running his hand over his face.
"What do you want to do Stiles? What do you want me to do?" Stiles looks up and places the cap on the bottle with shaky hands before swallowing heavily. The brunette stands and walks towards the window, looking out for a second before facing his lover. Brett looks at him with a pained and confused face, one eyebrow raised.
"I…I want to go home." Stiles tells him and Brett looks down, hoping the werewolves gave them their privacy, he listens to the conversations of the oblivious betas downstairs. "That's what I've always wanted Brett. To go home." And Brett can't argue that because at first…he wanted the same thing. Brett looks up to Stiles, meeting honey brown eyes. "I want…" Stiles licks his lips and blinks looking towards the floor.
AN: Huh? Well, that's nothing like what I originally wrote. Somewhere I took a left turn to cheeseville and decided to stay. Wouldn't you all hate me if I just ended the story here? (Don't worry I'm not but I was originally thinking about it, the ending is the same as I wrote.) I think I'd actually fear someone would find me. Hope you guys like it!