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Peter Hale, Derek Hale, and Deaulicon all looked at the clock and calmly moved so that they could get a view of the front of their shop. At their action most of the employees at Hale to the Coffee quickly moved so that they could see the front door.
A few minutes later a young man came into the shop, with an older man, and a strawberry blond girl. This time the man and the redhead were chiding the boy. "You should be in bed! The doctors said it could be weeks before your ribs heal and you know your Dad is going to kill you for leaving the house." The older man said in frustration.
"I'm not letting that dick keep me from my job or my routine. It's bad enough that I had to move back in with Dad. I'm not playing into his sick little games." The young man snapped back.
"Stiles, please be reasonable. No one is telling you you have to stop working, but at least work from home. You own the company, Jordan and I are more than qualified to run the place while you are at home resting. Scott and Isaac can handle their departments by themselves and Erica is a badass that makes people cry if they screw up. You know that your can do your job, we know that you can do your job. Everyone knows that you can do your job. You have nothing to prove." Lydia Martin said pleadingly.
Jackson was staring from his place at one of the tables, a look of irritation on his face. "Stiles what the fuck are you doing out of bed?" The young man snapped as he jumped out of his chair and stalked over to where the three were standing and arguing.
Like many in town he came into the Coffee shop because it was literally the best coffee in town and because the danish was orgasm worthy. He also liked the scenery because everyone that worked for the place were hot like a forest fire and Danny was trying to find a way to ask one of the guys that worked there on a date.
"I'm getting coffee." Stiles deadpanned.
"That's not what I meant and you know it! You've been out of the hospital for exactly one day and you are already up and moving around which you told Melissa you wouldn't do. Scott is going to have a full grown elephant and Melissa is going to kill the rest of us for letting you out. Seriously are you trying to get Scott to pout at the world again, because normally I find that entertaining, but not in this situation." Jackson snarled and before Stiles could stop him Jackson picked him up, carefully, and carried him to their normal table.
"Would you stop doing that?" Stiles asked in exasperation.
"No, because you are not supposed to be doing anything but laying in bed, that includes walking you duffus." Danny said as Jackson carefully sat Stiles down in his normal chair.
Peter Hale barely kept himself from growling at the condition of the normally vivacious young man that offered himself and the others that worked for Hale to the Coffee such entertainment in the mornings and late evenings.
"I-" Stiles began, only to groan when the door opened and the Sheriff walked into the store. "Hi Dad."
Peter blinked, this was the Sheriff's son? Zale Stilinski had only been the Sheriff of Beacon Hills for six months. The man was very well liked and had bragged far and wide that his son and his friends were going to move their business to Beacon Hills so that he could be with his father. They knew that Melissa McCall had taken a job at the hospital in anticipation of this and was also well liked as she was an excellent trauma doctor and had experience with supernatural beings.
It had been quite a boon to get both of them and Talia had bragged on herself for weeks for having done so. Peter had finally taken to making faces and getting his younger nieces and nephews to repeating her words to get her to stop bragging.
"Stiles, kids." Zale said crossing his arms and giving Stiles a look that said clearly that he was done with Stiles's shit.
Stiles huffed and then pouted. "I have work."
"You also have a computer, skype, and you blackmailed Danny into wiring the house with wifi better than we have at the station!" Zale rejoined.
"I don't want him to win." Stiles said back.
Zale sighed and rubbed a hand down his face. "He's not going to win Stiles. You got away. You are the only person to ever get away from Gerard Argent. Hell we only know that he was the Pure Truth because you *got* away. Please give me break and get back in bed."
Peter wasn't the only one to suck in a breath of horror. Stiles was the owner of Spark Inc. That meant that he was the one taken by Gerard Argent and nearly murdered for having supernatural beings working for his company. Chris Argent had already condemned his father and had helped the authorities find and arrest Gerard. It had been something of a scandal as Gerard was one of the most well documented serial killers and terrorists against supernatural. He had been acting for nearly three decades.
He had killed his own daughter for having been turned, not that anyone had known it at the time and then had killed his daughter-in-law three years earlier. It had been assumed that they were killed by the 'Pure Truth' because they had both been well known federal agents that helped protect and arrest supernatural beings.
Chris Argent was actually a friend of Peter's and had been horrified that his father had murdered so many including members of his own family. Peter had never liked Gerard, he actually hated the man, but he adored Kate and Victoria and was saddened by their deaths. He could only imagine what Gerard would have done to Chris had he known that Chris and Peter had once again started up the relationship that had when they were younger and before they went to college.