Chapter Two: Overdue Explainations

Silence hung in the air like a suffocating smoke. No one moved and no one spoke. Stiles felt as if the silence would never end until finally Scott abruptly broke the silence.

"Mom, can we talk... alone?" Scott said with an anxious tone his glanced at his father in discomfort.

"I can provide an explanation," Scott's father said taking a step closer to Scott. Scott looked at his father and glared.

"I'd prefer that mom explained things to me," Scott said with a slight bitterness to his tone. His father opened his mouth to protest but was cut short when Scott calmly turned around and walked out of the livingroom and headed upstairs with his mother close behind. Stiles sighed and walked over to sit in a chair across from where Brooklyn sat. As Stiles sat down he looked up and flashed Scott's father a glare. He then turned his gaze to Brooklyn erasing the glare from his face as he attempted to meet her eyes, but she kept her gaze at her hands that rested on her lap.

Scott walked to his room and once his mother crossed the threshold he swiftly closed the door behind them. He looked at his mother and crossed his arms, his eyes filled with hurt and confusion as well as some anger towads his dad. "So were you planning on telling me that I had a sister," Scott asked with a disappointed tone.

His mother sighed and closed her eyes. "I wanted to tell you but I wanted to wait until I thought you were ready to hear the truth," Scott's mom replied opening her eyes. Her dark brown eyes that matched his were full of sadness and exhaustion.

"I'm pretty sure I was ready to hear the truth a few years ago," Scott said his voice strained and his eyes filled with hurt.

"I know, I was going to tell you a few years ago but you changed and back then I didn't know why but when you told me the truth I realized then it was around the time when Peter bit you. I was gonna tell you right before you told me your secret but then I thought it would be bad timing, obviously. Ever since you told me you were a werewolf I haven't found the right time to tell you either since we've had to deal with so many things since then. But I'm sorry...," his mother looked up at him with a whole-hearted apologetic look. She shifted her feet in place nervously.

"How does she feel all about this," Scott asked concerned. His eyes pleading his mother for the truth.

"She feels a bit overwhelmed," she replied in a sigh. Her gaze fell to the floor as she twiddled her thumbs.

"I could imagine I mean she doesn't even know us and my existence was probably as well known to her as her existence was to me," Scott replied with sympathy in his voice. He looked at his mother who was glancing around nervously as if she knew more. "What," he asked curiously raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Well, actually she did know about us. She knew a lot about us. I've been writing letters to her for years now and she writes back usually," she replied and observing the look on Scott's face, which pleaded to know more, she continued. "It started after the divorce, I gained full custody of you and your father got full custody of Brooklyn, under the agreement if either of you wanted to see the other parent we would allow you. So for the first couple of years your father and I emailed each other talking about how you and Brooklyn were doing. Then when Brooklyn was about seven I got a handwritten letter. It was from her and she said that instead of your father emailing me, she requested that we wrote to each other the old fashioned way. Of course I agreed and we began that system. When she was about ten and it was a normal routine of writing I started asking her if she wanted me to have you write to her as well. We talked about you numerous times and I thought she would like to hear from you directly but to my surprise she said no and told me to not tell you about her. I also asked if she would like to visit us but she declined that offer as well. Every now and then I asked her these questions again but she kept declining. But unfortunately the letters stopped about two years ago when she was about thirteen. I worried for some time and this is when I started thinking of ways to tell you about Brooklyn. Your father send me emails every now and then telling me that she was alright but I kept insisting that she email me herself. And then...," Scott's mother seemed to freeze in some sort of shock and tears welled up in her eyes. Scott grabbed his mothers hand to comfort her. "And then he told me she didn't want to talk to me, that she didn't want anything to do with us anymore," she blurted out as she was holding back tears. Scott wrapped his arms his mother reassuringly in an attempt to comfort her. She rested her head on his shoulder and let the tears fall down her face as she cried silently.

Scott hated seeing his mother this way. She was a stong and courageous woman, so he rarely saw her cry but when he did it always broke his heart, his mother was one of the few people that stood by his side no matter what happened or what he was. "It's ok mom, we'll get through this. Maybe, she'll warm up to us," he said and sighed hoping that what he said was true.

Disclaimer: I don't own "Teen Wolf" or any of its characters I only own my original characters that I placed with this story.

I know that the explanation is not accurate to real life. Custody over children usually doesn't work that way in this day and age, but if the "Parent Trap" can do it then so can I! (Hope you get the movie reference but oh well if u didn't :P)