':Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable

And life's like an hourglass glued to the table

No one can find the rewind button, girl

So cradle your head in your hands

And breathe, just breathe"

Breathe ( 2 am ) by Anna Nalick

If stiles were anything, he was his father's son. Maybe because memories of his mother were not that great. And if Stiles was honest with his self

and his father. He would tell him the truth. All of it.. every moment.. Well not all the moments but important ones.

So on Monday afternoon, his father found him with a bag... actually more than one bags. And for second he thought his son was sleeping over at Scotts but the look of heartbreak on Stiles face made Noah pause.

Noah wasn't perfect. He wasn't the perfect father for Stilles, and he had his terrible moments. The one where he spent the night drinking after losing his wife. Or the time he thought his son died. Or the time...

Noah couldn't think like that. He wasn't losing his son and he wasn't going to touch a bottle. His son.. his job were more important. So, the look on his son. his Stiles face. The sunken eyes, the tear stains on his face. He knew something ... had change. Maybe it happens slowly maybe it just happen.

So on Monday.. when he should be working. He sat across from his son. Who was on the verge of panicking attack. He gave him hug, with out even asking what was wrong.

" How long" he mumbled in soft but quite voice. He didn't want Stiles to leave.. of course, he didn't. HIs song was barley adult. But.. who was he kidding. Stiles grew up long time ago. IF it was supernatural.. or even the past.. he grew up. He blinked and stiles wasn't the same. And sometimes he did blame himself. But his.. jumbled thoughts were pushed aside as he looked at his son.

There was silence, and he wasn't sure his son would speak .

"I.. have roots" his song blurted out. His eyes wide and arms failing about.

Before he could speak on.. whatever his son started to say he went on.

" I have roots.. I'm a tree, I love it here... " he mumbled. " But.. there was storm.. and now I'm leaning... my friends.. they don't... act like friends" he seemed to choose his words carefully. With unsure look .

The more his son talked.. the more he understood. And the more he remembers the cabin.

The cabin was small but was part of Claudias family. It was not fair from where they lived. But mostly on the mountains. And it was safe.

".. I have to be..honest Stiles.. I don't want you want to take break.. your mother had cabin, in the woods bit north of here.. " Stiles Father went on softly. HIs voice full of worry and regret.

" I don't want you to miss school.. so at least... get assigments from teachers and help you with food and anything you need"

Noah gave his son a worried smile. Moment for the father and son to bond.. was needed. He was going to be better. Well try to be better for his son.

Stiles

He jumped at the idea once his father told him. He nearly jumped for joy, even though slight pain to be away from his father for week. But stiles couldn't.. focus. He needed this at least for moment. As much as he wanted to run far away from beacon hills this seemed the better objection. He blamed himself for a lot of things, maybe moment in his mothers cabin would.. center him?

Stiles and his father split up. His father going to school to talk to his teachers and him getting whatever he would need. He never been to cabin of course. But he did remember his mother talking about it. He missed her.. sure stuff that had happen, but she was still his mother. The ache in his chest when efer he thought of her was there. The holidays.. the birthdays.. and all he wanted was moment .

So going to the store, getting food was easy enough. But running into Derek Hale was.. not so easy. Stiles froze as he saw the werewolf. They didn't get along and Stiles had bruses to show it.

And there was Derek, mister sour wolf, with angry eyebrows and frown on his face. As Stiles hold bag of curly fries and apples in his hand the other walked up to him.

"Shouldn't you be in school' was the first thing out of the mouth of the wolf. Stiles blinked, as if that was answer. And than reminded himself to actually speak words.

" Yes.. but I'm going to be gone for week.." he mumbled with shrug. He didn't get why he asked. He wasn't a werewolf, he was normal.. well kind of. If he didn't count the spark part of him.

" Oh... well we will have Lydia " Derek stated and missed the hurt Stiles face. He took long painful breath.

"Right... well... I have to go..." he mumbled and walked away before the wolf could say anything. He was grateful for the chance to even get away from the other. Getting some of his favorites.. and some health food. After all he was trying to take care of himself.

It didn't take to long but he meant his father outside the house, and with coolers.. and ride following his father. They were both off to the cabin. In distant.. pair of blue eyes followed the jeep and the cop car.