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“You can't stay here…”
Stiles, for his entire life, did not expect for his own father to say those words. The alpha pack had been one hell of a problem for them—Derek wouldn't shut up about it—and it had led him to admitting many lies to his dad. Noah Stilinski and Derek Hale didn't get along from the very start. True. But here they were.
All buddy-buddy just to get rid of Stiles.
“What?”
“Stiles…” Noah murmurs, grasping his son's shoulders.
It sucked to see that pleading look in his dad's eyes. Even more so when it was joined by Derek's glare.
The world was swirling.
“You need to leave.” Derek snarled, “We can't have a liability present while the alphas are here. You're not welcome here.”
What?
Noah, at the very least, was trying to be gentle. “Son—I know this hurts. I know it's awful. But… but this is for your own good…” He frowned, taking Stiles aside—not like that mattered. The wolves could still hear them.
“Dad… are you seriously saying that? Finally getting the chance to ship me of?” He laughed, gritting his teeth as he turned to his father with an awfully bright smile. “You're joking. C'mon, daddy-o. Don't joke about this shit—”
“I’m not fucking joking, Stiles!” Noah yelled, his grip on Stiles’ shoulder getting tighter and tighter. “Pack your bags and go. I've already contacted your aunt and she's gracious enough to take you in. Stiles… just, listen to me for once, damnit. Stop—stop being so difficult—”
“I'm difficult?! You're choosing to tell your son to fuck off instead of actually discussing this—”
“It doesn't matter!” Noah urged, turning to Derek before back to Stiles.
Fuck, that had actually hurt. His dad trusted Derek more than him.
“Hey—Stiles.” Scott stepped up, standing beside Noah with a nervous smile. His crooked jaw made him look even more anxious, visibly shaken yet he continued to speak. “Maybe they're right. Like, you're going to get in the way if the Alphas won't back down. Dude, it's gonna suck if we have to always look out for you during a fight.”
Ouch. What the fuck Scott?
Was that all he was to them? A liability? A fucking weak-link? He's shed blood, sweat, and tears for this pack and this was all he got?
Derek spoke again—god, he wanted to punch the bastard. “Exactly. We can't be distracted while we're dealing with the alphas. Do you understand how difficult it is for us to constantly have to keep you in check?”
“So I'm just… what? Expected to leave by tomorrow?” Stiles laughed, incredulous as he looked around the room for confirmation. Erica wouldn't even look him in the eye. His Catwoman!
“Stiles—”
“Fuck off, Scott.” Stiles snarled, “I'll pack my bags. I'm taking Roscoe with me, whether you like it or not.”
Noah sighed, “Of course. You can come back once the Alphas are gone.”
“What? Oh… oh, no. You want me gone? Okay! I'm gonna take my mother's fucking jeep with me!” Stiles spat, “Go fuck yourself dad. Mom's rolling in her grave from your bullshit!”
Without another word, just as the people behind him yelled his name, Stiles left the loft.
Before the sun even rose, the Stilinski house was cleaned out of every single one of Stiles' belongings, taking everything with him.
Before the sun even rose, Stiles Stilinski left Beacon Hills and never turned back.
The scent of breakfast seemed to permanently stench the air, summoning a pair of loud and quick footsteps. An array of food was prepared on the table, all sorts of it as two children entered the kitchen with wide and curious eyes. Evie rushed towards the table, stumbling before she reached the table, making grabby hands for the plate their grandmother held.
“Don't run. How many times must I tell you this?” Their babcia scolds her, frowning before handing her a plate.
“Sorry. Just really anxious… Dad's okay, right?” Alis yawns, sitting opposite to Evie as he quietly munches on his breakfast.
“Your ojciec landed safely an hour ago. He'll be gone for a week.” Faustyna sighs, her elderly hands trembling as she set more food on the table. The children groggily—well, Alis was—reached for it and helped her set the table. “Oh, that troublesome man. Him and his job, always running off to who knows where. Where did he say he will go this time?”
Evie shrugs, “Ojciec said he's going to Italy. Oh! D'you think he'll bring back souvenirs?”
Alis yawns, again. “Dad always brings back stuff.” He mumbles, “Can I go out today? I feel weird staying home.”
Faustyna hums, “Be back before lunch if you intend to run. Don't cross the wards, Alis. Your father will not be pleased if you try to run into the woods again to follow the fae.”
“That was one time!” Alis protests, pouting before he scoops some egg into his mouth. “And they were nice Fae.”
“They are Fae, regardless. Trickster things, they are. You did not give your true name to them, did you not?” Faustyna narrows her eyes, frowning at her grandson who grumbles indignantly. “Sit up straight, Alis.”
“Alright, alright.”
Evie finished her breakfast quickly, cleaning her own dishes before rushing of to her father's study. Behind her, Faustyna sighs and shakes her head, amused and yet exasperated by how energetic these children were. Well, depending on the time.
The office was as messy yet organized as it's always been. Evie was careful to remember where to put anything if she went and plucked them from where they rested. Though, she didn't really mind when she dragged a chair to the shelf and grabbed all the books she needed. Her dad wouldn't mind. He loved her too much to be angry.
The books were layed out for her to see, proudly smiling as she marked out some stuff she didn't like. When Alis entered, she didn't even glance up as she spread out a map of the entirety of the USA on the floor. If their dad were their, he'd have grabbed the map and dumped it into the trash (not like Evie was against rummaging through trash).
“Why are you still going with this?” Alis sat on the floor opposite to her, brown eyes boring into his twin. “Dad's not gonna like this.”
“Dad promised he wouldn't keep many secrets from us but he's still lying about this stuff.” Evie shrugs, “I just want to meet our dziadek… Why did they even stop talking?”
“Evie, dad stopped talking with his dad for a reason. Maybe he was a douchebag.” Alis shrugs, rolling on the rugged floor before he lay there, spread eagle and staring at the ceiling.
“It's just so weird! Dad's like—super-charged with magic and Beacon Hills is the land of a nemeton. Why'd he leave?” Evie murmured, “I wanna go… I wanna meet him.”
“Dad doesn't like him though.”
“But still…” Evie pouted, staring at the picture of the nemeton on one of her dad's books. She traced it eagerly, eyes gleaming before she smiles to herself. She's never seen a nemeton before—but her dad has described the ones hee visited whenever he was out of the country. “I heard that the Hale pack is big. But they don't have an emissary…”
She perks up at the thought, “D’you think dad was their emissary?”
Alis turned to his sister, confused before he considers the possibility. True, their dad was a really powerful spark and many packs would want him to join him. They were genuinely confused as to why he had left his old pack. Even their babcia kept quiet about her son-in-law—which led Evie and Alis to the conclusion that their grandpa was an asshole.
“I don't know. Maybe? Dad should have been… uh…” Alis went quiet, squinting his eyes at the ceiling, frowning to himself. “Sixteen?”
“Seventeen.” Evie corrected without a second thought.
“Mhm…”
“Did you know, that the Hale pack was almost annihilated cause of the Argents burning down their house. And then the Argents came back with the Hales. And then the new Argent Matriarch is in an alliance with Alpha Hale.” Evie rambled, pressing a pin on the map, directly on Beacon Hills.
“How do you even know this?”
“Mr. Warren likes me enough to answer my questions.”
“Dad's gonna have a talk with that old wolf if he finds out.”
“Are you gonna tell him?”
Alis stared at Evie quietly, blinking owlishly before turning away from her. “I don't think so. Mr. Warren likes to run with me in full moons… so maybe I won't snitch.”
“Douche.”
Alis stuck his tongue out at his sister, before rulling on the floor again until his face is pressed against the rug. He whines when he ends up inhaling dust, pushing himself up with a low growl. Evie thinks he deserves it for being a little douchebag.
The two of them argue and ramble on and on for the next hour, talking over one another, continuos interruptions. Sometimes it's about their dad's bestiary, other topics are about serious and almost political subjects that shouldn't be heard from eleven-year olds. But others are just the most random things that would have made their dad strangely proud. It's an hour or so into their lounging that a sudden ringing has them sitting up straight on the floor.
Their eyes snap towards the ringing phone—one that they barely recognized as their dad's old phone.
“Should we answer?” Evie warily asks, standing up to pick up the phone. It was an old and almost fragile thing. If they dropped it, the phone would have broke immediately.
While Evie was hesitant to even answer it, Alis practically absorded his sister's reckless nature and grabbed the phone from her. He stared a the caller ID; an unknown number.
They stared at one another, watching as the caller cancelled the call. Seconds later, the same number was calling again.
“Uhm… Heads or tails! Heads we answers, tails we turn it off!” Alis quickly suggests pulling out a coin from his pocket. Why does he had a coin on hand? He does not known.
As the coin flipped through the air and lands in Alis’ palm, they stared at the side it landed on.
Heads.
“Here goes nothing.” Evie murmurs, pressing the accept button.
“Hello?” It was an obviously male voice. Evie takes note of how deep it was, kinda growly in her opinion.
“Stiles?”
They stared at each other again, grimacing before they silently pointed at each other. Evie shoved Alis, who shoved her back with a growl escaping his throat.
“Stiles?!”
They flinch, warily staring at the phone. Maybe they shouldn't have accepted the call… but…
“Hello?” Evie answers, sounding meek yet so curious. “Who's this?”
Alis palmed his face, scowling at his sister before trying to stomp on her foot. Evie yelped, glaring at him before they were brought back to the phone.
“Hello, this is Scott McCall… uhm… Is Stiles Stilinski available?”
The caller—Scott McCall; what a weird name, Evie thought. He sounded weird and spoke weirdly. Something about that name was awfully familiar to her. Like a lightbulb decided to shatter over her head, Evie flipped through her notes on the Hale Pack and found why the name was so familiar. Scott McCall, one of Alpha Hale’s first betas.
This guy was part of their dad's old pack!
“Hi! Sorry for the wait, but uhm—” Evie flinched as Alis pinched her side, growling under his breath. She swatted his hand away, rolling her eyes at his hostility. “He’s not here right now. But we can leave a message!”
“No…er… it's okay. Can you just tell Stiles I called?”
Alis shook his head. Absolutely not. If they were curious about Beacon Hills this was their sign.
“No! No… Our dad's not gonna be home for a while and he doesn't use this phone anymore.”
Alis slapped her, making a weird face that had Evie kicking his leg.
“Wait… Dad?”
“Yeah! So, like, you can just tell us the news. We'll text him what you wanna say.” Evie hums, glancing at Alis who quickly tugged at her arm.
“You're not supposed to tell him that Stiles is our dad!” He hissed and maybe it carried on through the call. Maybe. Maybe not. Evie doesn't really care at the moment.
The Scott person stopped and she could vaguely hear other people talking. Alis grabbed the phone from her, pressing his ear to it with a frown. Making sure to block his voice from leaking into the call, he covered the mic and turned to Evie. “He's talking with others about us being dad's kids. Way to go, Ev. Dad's not going to be happy when he gets back.”
“You don't know that!”
Alis rolled his eyes, “Hello? Mr. McCall, this is Stiles' son. Can you tell us why you called our dad?”
“Ah son—Hello again! Sorry, we needed him to know… His dad… your—your grandpa, Noah Stilinski… he got shot and is currently in the hospital.”
Alis almost dropped the phone when he heard that.
“Oh… oh, okay. We'll tell him. Is… is our grandpa okay?”
“To be honest kid, he's not doing so good. Best tell your dad soon.” Scott explains, sounding remorseful even through the phone.
Alis scowls. Way to go Evie.
He hung up quickly, turning to his sister who was already stacking books over books. “What are you doing?”
“Packing! We gotta go see our dziadek. You heard Mr. Scott, he got shot! We gotta see him before he dies.” Evie grins, grabbing her map and already darting out the door. Seconds later, she walks back into the office with a frown. “How do we get to Beacon Hills?”
“You're crazy if you think we're going there without dad! He won't be back for a week!” Alis screeched.
“But Grandpa might die… it'd be sad if he died without family around him. We can ask babcia to take us there.” Evie shrugged and without consulting her twin once again, she walks out the office, intent on nagging their great grandmother.
Alis, on the other hand, contemplates actually texting their father.