Hi guys! It has been exactly a month since my last update. Actually almost a month and a day in a little under an hour… Well I hope you enjoy this chapter. Thank everyone for reviewing/commenting! You guys are just so great and so supportive.
Chapter 1
Stiles knew all about what their parents tried so hard to hide. His "dad" has whispered it out between drunken ramblings when he was 12. Scott and him were more than just best friends for life, they were brothers. And not any of that crap of blood brothers, that is done with a magic ritual but real flesh and blood, they had the same father, type of brothers. At first he had assumes the one of their dads was the father of both of them. That theory of his was proven wrong when he asked " So which one of you gave the swimmers ?". His dad had first been really confused, because well the guy was really drunk and it is hard to understand Stiles on a good day. When he finally understood his question he answered with " Neither of us", which totally crushed the little hope he has that John was really his dad. On the plus side the ass hole FBI wannabe wasn't his dad either.
It took almost a month for Stiles to come to terms with it all, to not almost have a panic attack at the idea that the Sheriff or Mr. McCall weren't the fathers of either of them. In that month Stiles tried to not obviously avoid Scott which he totally succeeded in.( Yeah right Scott noticed on the very first day, one doesn't just start avoiding the kid you have spent practically every day of your life with and not have the other notice) By the end of that month he thought he had everything figured out. Obviously their mothers had both been with the same man before they ever met somehow and had married their dads even after knowing they were pregnant with the man's kids. His and Scott's mom obviously didn't want him to know about their father so the guy must be some sick o that both their mom's wanted to pretend they had never been associated with, that or he was dead. Also the mystery man had to be some type of player otherwise known as a asshole because Scott and him were only 4 months apart in age.
Okay, so he didn't even know who the guy was. But he had totally cool theories and none of them included the man being an alien from a golden or even icy realm. The guy could be a criminal which would explain why their mother's wouldn't want them to know of and interact with the guy. All he really knew is there had to be an important reason for Scott and him to be kept in the dark; because apparently his dad didn't even know who the mystery sperm donor was, both his mom and Melissa had refused to tell him or Mr. McCall.
Scott wouldn't be the first one to admit he could be oblivious, no that was Stiles, but when his best buddy did everything to ignore him for a whole month he definitely noticed. He said he was busy during lunch and disappeared to who knows where. At lacrosse practice Stiles was almost always on the bench and Scott on the field then Stiles would practically sprint to the locker room, so he couldn't corner him there. All attempts to have a bros night failed for some reason his friend just wouldn't be enticed to do a night of gaming or watching movies, he knew then something was really going on. What really clued him in though was that that his best friend had said no to curly fries. No really Stiles had said "ah no can do Scotty. Sorry!" he had looked pain when saying it but he had still said it. So Scott had no other option but to think something bad or at least life altering had happened to his friend.
At some point even nice guy McCall couldn't help but get kinda of annoyed. You add that to his worry about what could be wrong and Scott demanded answers from Stiles, on the Monday of the fifth week of weird unStiles like behavior. He went right to his friend's house, thought about going thru the window and then thought better of it. Who knows what he could be doing in there? Scott had admittedly walked in on too many weird things already so he was going through the front door like "a normal person and not a freaky wereteen" as Stiles would say.
When he reached his friend's room Scott realized it was a really great idea that he hadn't tried going through the window. All over Stiles' room was different papers: they were on the walls, floors, and yes even covering his window.. There were maps of California, Nevada, and New York. On the maps were thumb tacks of many different colors and lots of blues pieces strings connecting places together. Then there were pictures of men of various ages, in which it was obvious none were older than fifty. Right in the middle of all this Stiles was sitting in his computer chair spinning around and around. He had a very serious look on his face where he started to look like he was pouting and his eyebrows did this weird thing. Scott knew by that look that he seriously needed to know what is going on so he could help his friend. From experience he knew the sooner Stiles solved whatever puzzle he was obsessed with, the sooner he would get his old spastastic friend back.
Peter didn't have many things happen to him in his life that surprised him. Even the massacre of his whole family didn't really surprise him. No he didn't know Kate Argent had been using his nephew but he had known that with hunters around bad things were bound to happen. Finding out that he had a child however was a very big surprise. He didn't remember ever having impregnated anyone, if he was honest with himself he only remember sleeping with two people before the fire and they couldn't have had his kid. Those two people were men; he had figured out years ago that he was bisexual. Peter supposed he could have had some sort of drunken coupling in his twenties however that was unlikely because even in his teens the most Peter would drink would be one glass of wine per day.
No matter how his daughter came in the world, he knew it wasn't a lie for Lydia's heart beat had not skipped; he wanted to get to know her. He might be a killer and honestly he even knew he acted like a "creeper" as Stiles, the annoying but brilliant teenager would say, but he wasn't heartless (like his nephew would like to believe). This girl Malia was his new master plan of sorts, from then on he just wanted to uncover the mystery of his daughter somehow being a coyote were and of course get to know her. Peter just couldn't stop asking himself "Was her mother a werecoyote?" and "If Talia knew about her why she didn't keep her a secret from him?" The discovery of his sister's secrecy made him really wonder.
Throughout Peter's life he had these moments of complete confusion where he didn't know what he was doing. Sometimes he would find himself standing in Beacon Hills's graveyard, in front of the Sheriff's wife's head stone wondering what he was doing there. He would feel wetness on his cheeks unable to find an answer of why he was crying and why he was there, only to return home. Another time he found himself in Nevada near a lake with an echo of a woman's laughter on his mind; before he could of sworn he was in New York. It upset him but he guessed that those moments of his life could of somehow been Talia's fault. After all if an alpha and others can almost read your memories it must be possible to mess them up too. Until he did some research all he could did hypothesize and in the meantime get Scott to ask where he could find his daughter. He had heard that Scott had become her sort of tutor in how to being a were.
Stiles didn't really appreciate Scott coming into his room at of nowhere; yeah he had finally come to turns with their shared father thing and so decided not to avoid Scott, but he needed to hide his research dammit! Even in his funtastic twirling he could see that had a suspiciously determined face. " Oh god no…" thought Stiles. When Scott looked determined like that he always got his way. His friend strolled up to him a stopped his spinning. Before stiles could come up with some explanation of his room Scott asked "Okay bro what is up?" with that really serious and slightly scary look on his face. (Honestly any look other than adorable puppy on Scott freaked Stiles out.) Stiles couldn't help but try what he knew was impossible, lie to Scott. "Nothing dude. I'm peachy, just going on one of my crazy searches. "he said. Scott gave him a look of disbelief because even though he knew he was werewolf proof (he had taught his heart never skip when lying), he also knew that Scott always just knew when he was telling the truth.
Knowing that it really was of no use Stiles just decided to give up then and there. He looked his friend in the face and said "Man I've found out something out. Something really messed up." Really worried then Scott started to freak out a little. "Really dude what is it? Are you okay?" asked Scott. Stiles for a moment could only stare at him and wonder if what telling him what he knew would ruin Scott, maybe ruin them both. Would their relationship ever be the same? He hoped so. "Okay well this is gonna sound crazy but I found out something about our dads..." said Stiles. Then there was a weird silence where his friend waited patiently for Stiles to tell him what he had discovered. Being Stiles he couldn't delicately put anything out into the world and out of nervousness yelled "Dude it is all a lie! We are real brothers man!" In response to Scott's incredulous look he received for the loud exclamation Stiles said "I mean, fuck, we were created by the same man's swimmers, a man who may or may not have had a circumcision. I'm still trying to figure that out…" Stiles couldn't even say life changing, irrevocable things without being Stiles.
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