Stiles Stilinski twiddled nervously with his fingers. It was an old habit he picked up when he was younger. His whole life had changed ever since they informed him that his father was alive and well, but it all seemed too good to be true. No one accepted Stiles for Stiles, except for Scott his best mate and, of course, his mother.

"He should be here any minute now, Stiles." Ms. Brie his agent said excitedly.

I wonder what he looks like. Maybe an older me with a mustache?

Time passed, and what was actually a few minutes of waiting felt like hours. He really just wanted to jump on a random plane and fly to India, Turkey, Kentucky, anywhere but here! Butterflies weren't in his stomach, instead giant freaking swans that immediately attack you every time they see a large portion of bread. Let's just say Stiles is holding stacks of bread all for those swans- swans that represented his nervousness. He didn't even know if he was ready. What if this new guy, ahem, father didn't even like him? Oh my God, what if he's abusive!?

Stiles felt a light tug on his sleeve and he snapped out of his thoughts.

"Oh, I think that's him." She said excitedly.

Stiles' heart hammered as his eyes quickly scanned every direction for his father, but couldn't seem to find him. There was at least a hundred people shouldering him and walking all around him.

"Ms. Brie."

Stiles froze.

There was something about that voice that told him he knew exactly who that was.

Ms. Brie smiled and shook Harvey's hand. "Hello Mr. Specter."

Stiles slowly turned around, but kept his head down, staring at Harvey's shoes.

Tom Ford. Nice.

Gathering every single ounce of courage, he slowly raised his head upward and looked into Harvey's eyes. Suddenly, he felt his heart melt like wax.

They looked like father and son. Even a blind man could tell. But it shocked Stiles that they could look alike this much! He had the same dark wood hair, the tiny moles, somewhat similar mouth shape, and of course Harvey's brown eyes that locked onto his. Fuckin' genetics, man. It creeped him out.

Harvey held out his hand awkwardly, "Harvey Specter."

Stiles gently shook Harvey's hand with the same amount of awkwardness. "Stiles," he piped. Boy, did this Harvey guy have a strong grip.

They would have shook hands all day if Brie didn't cut in, "Well, I'm sure Stiles needs to get settled in."

Without another word, he started walking towards the exit. Stiles just stood there until Harvey turned around and said," Well, are you coming or not, kid?"

Stiles reached for his suitcases, but Ms. Brie held her hand in front of them, stopping him. "Stiles, do behave."

"When do I ever miss behave?" he asked, and ran to Harvey almost tripping along the way.

Brie sighed apprehensively, and then turned back and headed for California.

! ! ! ! ! !

Stiles looked out the window, admiring New yorks busy streets and tall buildings. They hadn't talked much, and were now driving for approximately five minutes. Stiles couldn't swallow down the nervousness. It seemed to be pitted to his stomach. Where were they going?

"Um, where are we going? I-if you don't mind me asking," he quickly stammered.

Harvey turned and looked at Stiles who, by all means, was desperate to avoid eye contact.

"First things first, you need to get settled in, so where going to my…our condo."

The rest of the trip was spent in silence. And silence was sometimes an unusual thing for Stiles, considering the fact everyone back home always told him to shut up. He silently prayed that Harvey wouldn't find him that annoying, and that it wouldn't always be this awkward silence between them. He really didn't know what to expect, but he sure as hell didn't expect a top-notch looking business guy to be his dad.

Dad.

Holy crap, man, he had a father now. Not just a father, but an actual family. But Stiles didn't know anything about this Harvey Specter and vice versa. Stiles felt hope mixed with fear churn in his stomach. He leaned his head against the window, missing everyone back home already. By everyone, he meant Scott.

The car pulled over in front of a tall building. Harvey thanked Ray and stepped outside. Stiles quickly got out of the car and speed walked towards Harvey, hauling his suitcase. After the elevator ride up, they eventually reached the right door. Harvey fiddled with his keys and finally opened the door.

Stiles stepped in after Harvey, mouth opened wide. "You live here?" he said in awe.

Harvey watched the teen, amused. "What do you think, kid?"

This place spelled luxury with a capital L. Expensive black leather couches were placed on one side of the room in front of the large classy kitchen. There was a plasma screen hanging in the living room area above the freaking fireplace, and to top it all off, there was a stunning view of all of Manhattan.

"Dude, this place is awesome!" Stiles said while touching the kitchen counter, and then circling the apartment once more.

"It is, and don't ever call me dude."

Stiles paused. "Then what should I call you?"

Harvey took a minute to think. What should he call him? Being called 'Dad' made him shiver alone, and it's not like the kid's going to call him padre.

"Harvey is fine."

"Alright then. You know, uh, you could call me Stiles instead of 'kid' all the time."

"I only used the word kid about three times." Harvey deadpanned.

"Four, now counting."

Harvey rolled his eyes. He sounded just like Mike. Lord knows he doesn't need another Mike. "Come."

Stiles reluctantly followed Harvey. They went down the hall, where Stiles practically gaped at everything again, and stopped in front of a door, which was probably his room.

Harvey twisted the door knob, "This was a guest room, but considering the fact I didn't have any time to prepare, knock yourself out."

His new room was pretty spacious, but still a thousand times better than the other foster homes he's stayed in. It was simple, but the beauty of that was that later on he can customize it to his liking. His new room included one king sized black and white bed backed up against the center of the white room, a matte desk and chair on one corner, a dresser next to his bed, closet, bathroom, and a –

"Oh my God is that a batman bookshelf!" he squeaked.

Harvey's phone vibrated in his pocket, "Hello. Yeah, he's"-

Harvey looked at Stiles to see the hyperactive teen lifting his arms in the air as if the bookshelf was God himself.

"He's alright." Harvey chuckled, and walked out into the hallway his voice drowning within the walls.

After fangirling for another couple of minutes, Stiles plopped on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. This was it. He had a family now. After his mother's death Stiles was on his own, meaning he had no one, but now he has Harvey. He has a Dad. What if everything turns out okay, and if not, what's the worst that can happen?

He could disown you if he wanted to, evil Stiles whispered in his head.

Ah, but he wouldn't have taken you under his wing if he didn't want to, angelic Stiles countered.

The real Stiles felt caught in between. What if Harvey was forced to take him in due to the 'next of kin is legally required to stay with his/her parent or guardian until his/her coming of age' rule? He sighed. He'll just have to wait and see. Only time can tell. Stiles reached for his phone and called Scott, telling him all that has happened since he left.