Hey guys, I know it's been a while! I'm very sorry.
Here's two chapters for you. :) I hope you enjoy
The only possible explanation that he could think of to give the doctor's for his injuries was that he fell down the stairs while sleepwalking. It seemed the most logical, and no one would question it. Hell, he probably kept the hospital in business with his broken bones over the past ten years.
Mrs. McCall had fussed over him the second she saw his state when he arrived, and after getting him a wheelchair, pinched one of his ears and one of Scott's while scolding them about being out on a school night. She had also given a very stern look to Lydia and Kira, who both had looked down at the ground, suddenly interested in it's pearly whiteness.
"Just because half of you have super healing, doesn't mean you go looking for trouble." She had hissed at them in a low enough voice that only they could hear her. Releasing their ears, she pushed the wheelchair forward, into an empty room. "What was it this time?" She demanded, taking her stethoscope off around her neck and putting it in her ears.
"Japanese creature." Lydia stated simply and when Mrs. McCall raised an eyebrow, held up her hand. "Trust me. You don't want to know any more." Sighing and shaking her head, Mrs. McCall stared at Stiles.
"Does your dad know you're here? Also, you'll need an x-ray of that leg of yours. Blue cast like last time?" She walked over to the door and started to open it.
"Nah, I think I'll have pink this time. I'm a manly man." Stiles puffed out his chest before wincing. Immediately Scott was by his side leeching the pain away. Maybe he shouldn't attempt humor at the moment...
"I'll give your dad a call." With that, Scott's mother left the room, closing the door quietly after her. The room fell silent after that, no one really in the mood to talk. Kira and Scott moved closer to each other until Scott's arm was protectively wrapped around her waist and her head was resting on his shoulder. Lydia, on the other hand, had sat in the chair next to where Stiles and his wheelchair was parked. Her head was being held up by her hand. If anything it looked like she had dozed off, but Stiles knew better. She was just replaying the fight that had just happened and probably figuring out all the mistakes she had made. A frown grew on her face and Stiles nodded to himself at his correct assumption. Leaning back and sighing, he closed his eyes and just waited for either the doctor to arrive or his father.
With luck he didn't know he had, it was the doctor first. And when he had come back, cast on and all, his father was waiting with Scott, Lydia, and Kira. His arms were crossed and his tan sheriff uniform was on. Stiles winced to himself at his lack of ability to remember his dad was on shift tonight. When their eyes met, Stiles gave off a pathetic smile with a shrug, causing his dad to just shake his head in, probably, relief.
An hour later, and after having sent Scott, Kira, and Lydia home with Mrs. McCall, Stiles was given crutches and discharged to his father's care.
"Really, Stiles?" His father asked in an exasperated tone. "Now are you going to tell me the real reason, 'cause you can't honestly expect me to believe that you fell down the stairs while sleepwalking. You've never sleepwalked a day in your life."
"I think you mean 'a night in your life', and can this just wait till we get to the car please? People could overhear." Stiles complained, resting a minute from moving around with the crutches before catching up to his dad.
"Is this about the kohem that you mentioned on your way out the door the other night?" Watching his father pull a confused face while trying to pronounce a Japanese word (and failing epically at it), had Stiles laughing under his breath.
"Yes, it's about the Kiyohime. We—"
"I'm good. I don't need to know details unless there's another dead body."
"She's already buried." Stiles quickly said, opening the passenger door when he got to his dad's squad car. He struggled to get in for a second but got the hang of it.
"She—what?" Doing a fast backtrack, Stiles winced at how that sounded.
"Dad, you wouldn't have been able to explain how a Japanese woman from four thousand years ago, ended up on the doorstep of Beacon Hills, California in perfect, one-hundred-percent, stunning condition with her last meal being a McBurger." Somehow he managed to say that in one breath as his dad hopped into the drivers seat. There was a momentary pause.
"Fair enough…" Shaking his head, his father put the car into gear. "Let's go home." He said, pulling out of the hospital's parking lot a few short minutes later, taking a left right away.
Five weeks later, Stiles nervously danced around the kitchen, and by danced, it's meant as tapping his fingers on anything that was nearby, including the coffee maker near the window, as well as running a hand through his gel-styled hair.
It was the first date with Malia since he's come back.
He had already brushed his teeth twice, changed outfits multiple times until he called Lydia in desperation, and took a shower, shaving his jawline twice just to make sure. Glancing at the clock, Stiles let out the breath he was holding. There was no reason for him to be nervous, right?
Looking at himself in the mirror that he recently hung in his bedroom, Stiles nodded to himself and took the keys off his desk. On his way out, his dad yelled at him to have fun and to behave. He laughed as he got into his jeep and drove to pick up Malia at her father's place.
Stalling the jeep, and parking on the side of the street, Stiles nervously walked up to the front door, giving it two sharp knocks. When her father answered, he just gave out a disgruntled noise and disappeared, only to have Malia appear seconds later in a striped blue, fancy shirt and black leggings. Her hair was in a loose crown braid. In short, she looked absolutely stunning. There was a slight pause before he cleared his throat.
"Ready to go?" He held out an arm for her, which she gladly took.
"Let's do this." She smiled brightly at him. The entire car ride there, they held hands and listened to whatever was on the radio. There'd be plenty of time to talk at the restaurant.
"Table for two please." Stiles held up two fingers in the peace sign to the waitress who was placing people at tables a few seconds after they walked through the door. The woman nodded at them before grabbing two adult menu's and ushering them to follow her. Placing his hand on Malia's lower back, he motioned for her to go in front of him.
The waitress led them to a table for two that was right next to the window that overlooked the lake behind the restaurant. Smiling at the table set up, which included a candle in the middle that was burning brightly, Stiles took a step in front of Malia and pulled out her chair. Behind him, he heard someone complain.
"You never do that for me, Bryan."
"If you acted more like a lady, than maybe I would."
"Thank you." Malia's voice drew his attention back to his own table. Grinning, and adjusting his tie a little, he sat down across from Malia. Taking the menu's from the waitress's outstretched hand, he handed one to Malia, opening his own up as he did so.
"Can I get you two anything to drink?" Her voice was soft, and was somewhat high pitched. Looking over at Malia, Stiles found her staring right back and give him a small shoulder shrug.
"Yes," He trailed off, his eyes hesitating to look away from Malia. "We would like two glasses of ménage à trois please."
"Sir, that's…" The waitress trailed off as Stiles pulled out his wallet. Flipping it open, he handed it to her to inspect. "You look young for twenty-two. Sorry." She looked extremely guilty as she turned to Malia, who did the exact same thing. He waved a hand at her and smiled.
"Don't worry, I get that all the time." The waitress blushed and hurriedly walked away, leaving the two of them alone. "Hey." Stiles grinned at Malia. "You look absolutely beautiful tonight. Just stunning." Malia practically purred at the comment and preened in it, shyly nodding her head in gratitude. "So," he clapped his hands together before picking up the menu, "what to eat?" Wiggling his eyebrows at her, Malia let out a laugh.
"It's so much better seeing you do that in person than on webcam. Thank you for this Stiles." Flushed, Stiles looked back down at the menu.
"What are you thinking of getting? I'll probably get their classic spaghetti and get a side of fries or mashed potatoes." Stiles hummed.
"I'll get the same then." Malia nodded, not even opening up her menu. "Besides the side. Potatoes just taste weird to be." She wrinkled her nose at the thought. Setting his menu on top of hers, he pushed them to the side of the table, just in time for a waiter to walk up to their table with the bottle of wine.
"All ready to order?" He asked as he carefully poured the wine into each of their glasses before setting the bottle down on the table.
"Yes," Stiles happily said, "two classic spaghetti's, one with extra meatballs, and a side of fries please." The waiter took a pad of paper out of his pocket and grabbed the pen hiding behind his ear, writing everything down, and leaving right after. "What do college do you think you're going to? I can't believe we're seniors."
"I'm not going to college." Malia tilted her head, before shrugging and taking a sip of her wine. "Oh my gosh, this is delicious. What is this again?"
"Why aren't you going to college?" He drank some of the wine and nodded in agreement. "Also, it's called ménage à trois. It's my favorite red wine, and the only red wine I'll willingly drink. Everything else is too tart for me."
"I'll just work at the bookstore and coffee shop, like I'm doing now. And I don't think I'd get into college, not after missing so many years of schooling. School isn't for me anyways. You've seen me. I struggle in practically every class."
"Except bio. You excelled in that class." Stiles pointed out.
"Except bio, but I know animals."
"Why don't you become a biologist then?"