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Cut Out All the Ropes: Chapter 6

Jackson watched hopelessly from where he was sitting on the back of the ambulance. He flinched when the EMT pressed an alcohol swab to his bleeding forehead, swearing when the EMT reached up to hold his head still. He watched with wide eyes as the emergency workers tried cut open the passenger side door of the Porsche.

"Careful! Careful! Don't get to close to him. We don't want to set the side airbags off!" The head firefighter yelled at his crew, pushing back an overzealous worker. "This is the Sheriff's kid, treat him like one of our own, you hear me!"

"Hold on!" One of the EMT's yelled, crawling in the driver side to fit a brace around Stiles' neck. She sat perched next to Stiles, holding him still before nodding to the firefighter. "Go. Carefully."

"He's pregnant," Jackson said, glancing up to the man who was helping him.

"It's okay," the man said, patting at the cut over his eye. "Do you know how far along?" Jackson flinched as the machine used to cut open the car reared to life again, the sound of metal on metal sickening.

"I, uh, yeah. Um, he's four months along."

"Good, that' helpful."

"Almost there," the firefighter yelled, and the machine was shoved into the car again.

"How long will it take to get him out?" Jackson whispered, flinching away again when the EMT prodded at his wrist.

"That's definitely broken. But It depends on the damage to the car. But it looks like they'll have him out in just a bit."

"Is he going to be okay?" Jackson couldn't take his eyes off the car, his whole body shaking.

"We'll have to get him to the hospital and check him out. It's too soon to say for sure what the damage is."

"Door's off! Get a backboard over here!" Jackson watched with wide eyes as they carefully pulled Stiles out of the car and strapped him to the backboard. An IV was put into his arm and an oxygen mask was fit over his mouth.

"You can ride along," The EMT told Jackson, pulling him to his feet by his elbow. "You're not bad enough to need a second bus, but you're going to need some stitches and to get that wrist set. Come on, back out of the way for a minute."

Jackson took a step back, his eyes wide as he watched them push Stiles to the ambulance. A piece of gauze was pressed over a cut on his forehead and more gauze had been shoved along his gums. His skin was pale, bruises already forming on his skin. The legs of the bed folded up as he was pushed into the back of the ambulance, Jackson following on shaky legs.

"This is Vehicle 404 on route to Beacon Hill General. We're on route from County Road 209 with a critically injured, 4 month pregnant 17 year old male. Requesting assistance to meet us at the ER bay in ETA 7 minutes," the driver said into the radio and the Ambulance had a police escort to the hospital.

"Where's his dad?" Jackson asked quietly, reaching out to take Stiles' limp hand.

"He was responding to a call the next town over," the EMT next to him said. "He'll be at the hospital as soon as he can." Jackson nodded. He let his eyes fall shut as the sirens blared over his head, the lights flashing through the windows. They finally pulled into the ER bay and Jackson sighed as he watched Stiles get wheeled away.

"Derek is going to kill me," Jackson whispered and Steve snorted, shaking his head.

"No he's not," the Sheriff assured Jackson, patting his arm has he sat in the chair next to the teen's bed. They had taken Stiles upstairs to get checked over and had promised Steve that he'd be put in a room with Jackson when they were done.

"I threw his baby daddy through the windshield of my car," Jackson deadpanned, letting his eyes fall shut. "He's going to kill me."

"Eyes open," Steve said quietly. "And don't call him that. And you didn't get him all the way through the windshield. His head wasn't hard enough to crack it."

"You're really making jokes right now?" Jackson asked, his eyes wide and the Sheriff snorted.

"It's either that or I freak out."

"I still don't understand why I have to stay here for the night," Jackson said with a sigh.

"Because you have a concussion, that's why. I called your parents myself. Your Dad said they'll be on their way back as soon as possible, but for now it's better to keep you here to keep an eye on you. And this way I can keep an eye on both you and Stiles. You know, I didn't think he'd get in anymore trouble once he got pregnant. Stupid me."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Stilinski…I didn't see whoever it was until it was too late and I tried to control the car but I couldn't. I'm so sorry."

"Jackson, it's okay," Steve said, patting the teens arm. "I know it was an accident." He looked up when there was a small knock on the door, then two orderlies and Mrs. McCall were pushing a bed that held a sleeping Stiles on it.

"Hey, Melissa," Steve said with a small smile as she began hooking Stiles up to monitors.

"Hi, Steve. He's a fighter and so is that baby. Everything's good. Stiles has a sprained neck and a broken jaw. There's a bunch of cuts and bruises, but everything will heal. The baby's heart beat is strong and everything looks good."

"But he's going to be okay, right?" Jackson asked, his eyes wide.

"Yes sweetheart. They wired his jaw shut to let it heal. It'll probably take 4-6 weeks. And the neck brace is for the sprain and it'll probably take about 4 weeks, too. But he'll heal."

"Thanks, Melissa," Steve said with a small smile and she nodded, squeezing the Sheriff's shoulder as she left.

There was a pounding in his head just right behind his eyes as he slowly woke. It felt like he had been underwater, swimming slowly towards the surface. But as he finally regained consciousness, Stiles realized how much pain he was in. He whimpered, trying to borrow his head into his pillow some more but he whimpered again when he couldn't move his neck.

"Stiles?" He heard his dad say and Stiles whimpered, blinking his eyes open. "Hey, buddy."

"Dad?" he slurred, his eye brows knitting together when he couldn't open his jaw.

"Stiles you and Jackson were in an accident. You're a little beat up but you're going to be okay." He let out another little whimper, his hand going to his swollen stomach. "The baby's okay. Everything's okay. You broke your jaw so they had to wire it shut so it can heal for about a month, month and a half. You also sprained your neck so you need to keep this brace on for a while to keep it still. But the baby's okay."

"Jax?" Stiles whispered, letting his eyes fall shut for a few moments.

"He's asleep in the bed next to you. He's got a bit of a concussion and a broken wrist, but he's okay, too."

"There…There was someone," Stiles said slowly, swallowing thickly. "In the road…"

"I know, kid. Jackson told me. But he said he didn't see who it was. Do you have any ideas?"

"Red…Red hair," Stiles said, his eyes falling shut again. "That's… That's all I saw."

"Okay, good. Why don't you get some more sleep?" Steve suggested and Stiles tried to shake his head, whimpering in pain.

"I want…I want to see the baby," he said slowly. "I want to see for…for myself." Steve sighed but nodded, running a hand through his hair.

"I'll go see if I can find someone. It's three in the morning, you know that kid? I'm not sure if there's going to be someone here to appease you right now."

"Please," Stiles whispered and Steve sighed again.

"I'll be back in a bit."

"So I hear you need to see for yourself before you'll go back to sleep," a young man said, pushing a small cart with an ultrasound machine on it.

"Yes, please," Stiles said, his voice a bit slurred.

"Well I guess I can do that," the tech said, setting up the machine. He pulled his the blanket down over Stiles' hips and pulled the gown up over his stomach. "This'll be a bit cold," he said, squirting the jelly on Stiles' stomach and smirking when Stiles let out a hiss.

"I bet you all take pleasure in that," Stiles said, and Steve laughed, squeezing his hand.

"Just a bit," the tech, whose name was Justin, said with a small smile on his face. He moved the wand across Stiles stomach and a loud whooshing nose filled the air. "There's your baby's heartbeats."

"Why does it sound so weird?" Stiles asked, barely able to meet Justin's eyes with the way his neck was being held.

"Well their heart beats aren't quite in sync. Baby one's is a bit faster than baby two's, but that tends to happen sometimes."

"Excuse me?" Steve said, his eyes wide.

"Two?" Stiles asked, his voice cracking.

"Well you know you were having twins, didn't you?" Justin asked, biting his bottom lip. "Or did I let that surprise out of the bag?"

"I asked not to see or hear anything last time 'cause no one else could be there with me. I…I didn't know."

"Well," Justin said awkwardly, glancing up at Stiles. "Um, here's your baby's on the screen." He adjusted the small monitor so Stiles could see. "This is baby A. And this over here is baby B."

"Wow," Steve said, his jaw hanging open as he stared at the screen.

"Shit," Stiles mumbled, his eyes equally wide. Steve squeezed his hand.

"Well, um, I'm sorry I ruined the surprise. But now you know everyone's okay and you can go back to sleep now. Good night, gentleman."

"Twins," Stiles whispered once the man had left, his hand rubbing his stomach.

"Twins," Steve agreed, letting his hand fall on top of Stiles'. "We'll figure this out. It'll be okay."

"Derek's going to freak," Stiles whispered, meeting his dad's eyes.

"Yeah, well that would involve answering his phone," Steve said absentmindedly, sitting back in his chair.

"He doesn't know?" Stiles asked quietly. "About the accident?"

"Not as far as I know," Steve said, crossing his arms. Jackson's called him a bunch of times. I've called a couple times. He hasn't answered once."

"Oh…" Stiles said, and he wasn't sure why that hurt so much.

"Don't worry. Everything's going to be fine," Steve said, reaching out and squeezing Stiles' hand. "Get some sleep, kid."

Three nights later, Stiles was finally home in his own bed. Steve had help prop pillows under one side of him ("I heard you shouldn't sleep flat on your back when you're pregnant") and he had two ice packs tied around his jaw (" Yeah, you do look like a chipmunk, but I think that's to be expected!") His dad had given him the pain killers the doctor had wrote for, which Stiles was not happy with. But there was only so many pain killers that came in liquid form that was safe for the baby-baby's, God he had to remember that- so he'd have to suck it up.

He had been asleep for about an hour when his window swung open and someone touched his stomach. Stiles jumped, his eyes going wide and then clenching shut again in pain and he grasped at the neck brace. He opened his eyes again, panting, groaning when he saw the red eyes staring at him.

"What, Derek?" Stiles slurred, letting his eyes fall shut again.

"Did no one think it was important to tell me?" Derek growled, and Stiles could see that his teeth were elongated to points. "I mean, that's only my kid in there so I figured I'd be pretty high on the list of people to tell when you do something stupid that puts you in danger."

"Derek…" Stiles trailed off, not even trying to sit up.

"I mean, how am I supposed to trust you?" Derek growled, moving closer to the bed. "I mean, how am I supposed to trust you to be able to take care of our kid if you can't even take care of yourself? That's my pup in there, Stiles. How am I supposed to let you raise a child if you can't fucking take care of yourself?"

"Pups," Stiles said quietly, running his hand over his stomach.

"Excuse me?" Derek said, his eyes flashing red again.

"Pups. As in two. The tech at the hospital kind of ruined all the surprise. It's twins, Derek," Stiles said tiredly. Derek gapped at him a couple times and Stiles sighed. "And Jackson called you. Like as soon as we got to the hospital I guess. And my dad called you to. Which, I mean, what did you think was going on when my dad called? To see what kind of pie you wanted for Thanksgiving? I mean obviously something was wrong. It's not my fault you're antisocial and don't answer your phone. And since I'm the one who almost got thrown through the windshield of Jackson's car and I'm the one who sprained his neck and I'm the one who had his jaw broken, you don't get to yell at me because none of this is my fault!"

Stiles whimpered, putting his hand up to hold the brace around his neck, his chest heaving. Derek stared at him for a while longer before his eyes turned green again. The Alpha let out a shaky breath before reaching back and pulling Stiles desk chair next to the bed. He took a couple more deep breaths before clearing his throat.

"So what's the damage?" Derek asked and Stiles let out a hysterical laugh.

"Broken jaw that's wired shut just in time for thanksgiving. Sprained neck. A bunch of bruises and cuts. But other than that I'm fine. We're both really lucky; I mean Jackson only had a concussion and a broken wrist. I don't really know who walks out into the middle of the road in the dark, but they're stupid and I hate them."

"And that babies are okay?" Derek asked, hesitating as he reached a hand out to touch Stiles' stomach. Stiles sighed, pulling Derek's hand closer.

"Yeah, they're fine. They let me listen to their heart beats and see on them on the screen."

"I can hear it now," Derek said quietly. "I can hear that there's two; three counting yours."

"I was going to tell you to get your hearing checked," Stiles whispered. Derek's lips twitched slightly. "Do you…Are you busy Wednesday?"

"No, why?"

"I have to go and get my jaw tightened on Wednesday morning. And then Wednesday afternoon I have an appointment with Dr. Jeffers. She said she wants to meet with me for the next couple weeks just to make sure there's not any leftover trauma from the accident. And Dad has to go back to work, and I obviously can't drive. So do you think you can take me?"

"Sure," Derek said quietly.

"And I think Dad still wants you to come to Thanksgiving on Thursday. You know, family bonding and stuff. You can say no if you want, but I'm pretty sure he's pissed you didn't answer your phone after the accident so this might make up for it."

"I'll be there," Derek said. Stiles yawned, which made Derek flinch because it look painful trying to pry his jaw open to get the yawn out. "Go back to sleep, Stiles."

The teen's eyes were shut before Derek was even out of the window and he hesitated, just to watch the teen sleep. Finally he slipped out the window, knowing his pups and mate were safe.

"Careful," Steve said, reaching out and taking Stiles' elbow, leading him down the stairs.

"This would be so much easier if I could see my feet," Stiles mumbled, pushing his hands into the small of his back as he walked.

"Yeah, well I'm just glad you can walk at this point," Steve said, watching as the teen lowered himself into a chair at the kitchen table. "You in much pain?"

"No, I'm fine," Stiles said, crossing his arms.

"Um, what do you want for breakfast? We have some applesauce, pudding, jello. I can put some eggs in the blender and liquefy it."

"Ew," Stiles mumbled, letting out a huff. "Applesauce is fine."

"I'll make extra mashed potatoes on Thursday so you'll at least be able to eat something Thanksgiving related. Do you know if Derek's coming yet?"

"Yeah. He stop, I mean he called last night. He'll be here. And he said he'd take me Wednesday to my appointments, too, so you don't have to take off work."

"Did he say why he didn't answer the other night?" Steve said sitting a bowl of applesauce down in front of Stiles and sat across with him with a cup of coffee.

"He was out of town," Stiles said, slurping at his applesauce. "Wherever he was had crappy reception and he didn't get the calls. He apologized for not being there." Stiles inwardly kicked himself for lying to his dad.

"Well as long as he keeps his promises from here on out." Steve climbed to his feet, pulling on his jacket. "You don't have to go into school today. If anything's wrong, call me and I'll be home right away. Do me a favor and stay downstairs so I don't have to worry about you falling down the stairs since you can't see your feet. Have a good day." With that, Steve kissed Stiles hair and left.

AN: See, baby's fine! I hope you liked it! Please review.