Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski (sarcasticfriend) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2018-06-23 20:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~noah stilinski, ~stiles stilinski |
Who: Stiles & Noah
Where: Their apt
When: Sunday (6/10)
What: Stiles decides to warn his dad about Alex.
Status: Complete
Since Stiles and Alex were now friends, he thought it might be a good idea to warn his dad. Especially if Alex was going to continue to pop into the apartment without any kind of notice. He would hate for something dumb to happen. This is why he wasn’t heading back to his bedroom after he had grabbed a drink from the kitchen. He had made a detour to the couch and plopped down, eyes on his dad as he smiled. “Heeeeey.” * Noah was having a peaceful cup of coffee in blissful ignorance of the world and it’s many irritations when Stiles jumped in beside him and ruined his alone time. Sometimes he wished he was a kid and could just hang out in his bedroom too, but there was an age-limit on that sort of thing and he was 35 years out of date. “You’re too happy,” he said appraising his son’s expression, “what did you do and how much do I owe them?” Noah deadpanned. When Stiles chose to share something with him it was never something normal, he was prepared, whatever it might be. Probably. * “Am I?” Stiles hadn’t noticed. He did, however, roll his eyes when his dad jumped in with the whole how much do I owe them thing. Why did his dad have to jump to bad ideas whenever Stiles needed to tell him something? Oh, right, because he normally went to his dad when he needed to tell him something bad-ish. “Okay, I did nothing. And you owe nobody anything. Although, if you feel like giving out some money, I’ll happily take some.” He smiled, but it kind of faded when he saw the look on his dad’s face. “I tried.” Alright, that’s not what he was here for. “I do need to tell you something, though…” * “You really are,” Noah said with a nod of his head and quickly held up a hand, “if the happy is to do with Scott, I really don’t want to know,” he said firmly. As for why Stiles suddenly felt the need to talk to him about ‘stuff’ was another matter entirely and he was duly braced for whatever shellshock his son was about to unleash next. “Who are you and what did you do with Stiles?” he asked peering more closely at his kid, “and no. There will be no money distributed until I die and then I’m leaving it all to the dog’s home,” Noah said with a grin. He saw the look on Stiles’ face and felt his sphincter clench in response, “and here we go… well, what is it, don’t kill me with anticipation!” * “I wasn’t going to say anything about Scott.” Far from it. “The day isn’t over yet,” he told his dad, the smile returning. Well, hey! If his dad wanted to think the worst, why not keep him on his toes a little? “Well…” Yes, Stiles was dragging it out a bit when he really didn’t need to. But it was kind of entertaining watching his dad squirm a bit. “Okay. I have this new friend. And she’s a ghost.” He waited a moment for that to sink in before continuing on. “I’m telling you this because she has this thing about not knocking and just popping in here unannounced. I thought I should warn you about that.” * Well that was a blessing at least, the last thing Noah needed in his head was a visual to go along with all the noises he kept hearing. Earplugs were now mandatory, often when he was awake too. He gave his son a look that was basically ‘can we get this over with?’ cause it was getting painful now. “Stiles…” Noah warned, his eyes narrowing a little at his son’s insistence at dragging things out, “...I have to sleep at some point.” Or at least try to sleep. When Stiles started to talk he just settled back and tried to put on his neutral-face. He could handle anything, yes he could, he said as he tried to slow his breathing and keep calm. “Your new friend is a ghost?” Noah asked as he shook his head and stared at his kid, “how is it possible that with an entire planet of new people to meet, you end up friends with the weird ones?” he asked with a shake of his head. And the whole not knocking thing...that was just weird and creepy. “If she shows up without knocking, I will shoot her,” Noah warned with a frown. He could probably get away with shooting a ghost too. * Stiles nodded his head enthusiastically. “She is!” He shrugged at his dad’s next question. It was true. There was a whole planet full of people and he seemed to be talking to a lot of non-humans. “I have a magnet for the weird?” And that was exactly what he was afraid. This was why Stiles had decided to warn his dad about Alex. He was trying to avoid anything like that. “She’s a ghost, dad. I don’t think shooting her is going to do anything. Except for maybe putting some holes in the wall.” He was kind of hoping that might deter his dad from wanting to shoot Alex if she did pop in unexpectedly while Stiles wasn’t around. “Why are you so trigger happy lately?” * “Well you’re awfully happy about the ghost-part, aren’t you?” Noah said with a frown, “how did she die anyway?” He had cop running through his veins and if someone was dead he wanted to know why. “You have a magnet for something, alright,” he agreed with his son. Trouble, mostly. “Shooting her might not hurt her but it’ll make me feel a whole lot better if she zaps into my apartment!” So Stiles made a good point about holes in the walls. Still, nothing a little filler couldn’t fix. “This place makes me twitchy,” Noah admitted. “Everything here is so...wrong.” And coming from a town like Beacon Hills that was seriously cracked, which made Noah all the more edgy. “Werewolves I can handle. Bi-sons, not a problem. Bi-son’s boyfriend living under the same roof, bearable. The rest...is fucked up.” Understatement of the century. * “Yeah. I mean, she’s a ghost. That’s pretty cool.” Stiles thought for a moment before answering. “I don't know.” He had never asked her. “I guess I never thought to ask her.” He had been too busy having fun with her. “I don’t think you’re thinking the same thing that I’m thinking when it comes to my magnetism.” This warning wasn’t exactly working. He wanted his dad not to shoot at her. But that’s more than likely the first thing he would want to do whenever she popped in. “Why?” This place didn’t seem all that bad. It wasn’t like home. They weren’t having to deal with something trying to kill them every other week. “I didn’t know you felt that way. How come you’re barely saying anything now?” * Pretty cool? Alright, to Stiles it might seem cool but to Noah the idea was more than a little bit creepy. Especially as he didn’t know how or why she’d died. “Does everyone that dies in her world come back?” he asked, a brief flicker of loss for his wife driving him to ask. Because if one person could come back as a ghost, couldn’t they all? He gave his son a broad smile all the same, “I think you have a well-formed instinct when it comes to your father’s opinions, Stiles,” he told him with a slow nod of his head. Maybe he shouldn’t have shared quite so much with his son about the way he was feeling in this world but it was out now. He took a quick sip of his coffee, giving himself a precious couple of seconds to think about his answer. “I don’t like what I can’t understand,” Noah said eventually. “We’re zapped into a strange world by a fairy queen or whatever-the-fuck-she-is and we’re just supposed to accept it and move on with our lives?” He looked at Stiles, “how is it that no one questions this? What do they want us for and what do they intend to do, keep us here forever? What about our lives back at home? What happens to Beacon Hills without us there to keep it safe?” he looked back at his coffee frowning. There - at least a few of his concerns. “Then there’s the whole thing about all the clones,” Noah looked at his son with a rare compassion and love that he usually kept close, because he’s was a man, goddamnit! “When I look at you I see everything your mother and I meant to one another. All our dreams and aspirations made real. I don’t wanna turn around and see another face like it and have to accept it as normal,” he said shrugging slightly, “doesn’t mean I have anything against the people they’re attached to, but that face - your face - we made that. And that matters to me, even if it doesn’t matter to anyone else around here,” and there it was. “So, yeah, I get twitchy.” * Stiles shrugged at his dad’s question. “I don't know. I didn’t ask.” There were probably a billion questions he should have asked, but just hadn’t gotten there yet. Mostly he just plotted to do stupid stuff with Alex. Not that he would tell his dad that. “A magical stone,” Stiles jumped in to correct his dad. “No fairy queens are involved.” He wish he knew the answers to all the questions, but he didn’t have anything and he hadn’t seen anything that could help answer those questions. He was as clueless about it all as his dad. He never realized how much this placed bugged his dad, but now he knew and he felt kind of bad. “No matter what happens and how many look-a-likes show up, I’m still me and we’re both here together to deal with all of this.” * It said so much about his son not to question his new friend that it made Noah smile. No wonder Stiles had so many loyal friends, he met them all with acceptance and understanding. One of the many things he was so proud of when he looked at his kid. “Time to get asking, if only to put your old man’s mind at ease,” he told him with a chuckle. “Alright, a magical stone, because that makes all the difference in the world,” he replied a little more sharply than he had intended. Noah quickly dialed back the resentment and ran a hand through his hair, “it’s just a lot to take in and I’m worried about home. I made a commitment to the town to keep it safe and I can’t do that from here and it rankles me.” Noah saw the change in Stiles before he spoke and he felt instantly rotten for laying his own paranoia and unease at his son’s door. “We’re a team, I know that much,” he said pulling him into a tight hug, “and I know we’ll get through this one way or another. I’m sorry I poured cold water on your excitement,” he said giving his hair a gentle ruffle. “I like seeing you having fun and having so much life and energy, but there’s no denying the other side of this place hits me hard from time to time.” * Stiles didn’t need to ask a billion questions if he really didn’t feel the need to. He could just tell if someone was evil or not. Getting to know the person came later. “I will ask her some questions the next time we hang out.” Oops, he didn’t mean to make his dad mad. He just wanted to point out that it wasn’t a person’s fault that they were all trapped there. “I know. And we all help kept it safe, too, but we’re all here. Not much we can do about it.” Stiles hugged back. “We’ve dealt with a lot worse. We will definitely get through this.” He pulled away and tried to duck away from his dad’s hand messing up his hair. “It’s okay. Seriously. You shouldn’t have to keep it bottled up. What do we need to do to get you to worry less?” * He gave his son a smile and nodded, “make sure you slip some of my probing questions in for good measure, won’t you?” he teased. Noah doubted Alex was going to get off too easy, he knew Stiles got his curious nature from him and no ghost was going to get in the way of his questions. Noah knew his son was right, there was nothing they could do to change their situation but it didn’t stop him feeling as though he was getting let off easy somehow. Beacon Hills was their town and if something big and nasty invaded while they were here, what was there to go home to? Hugging his kid was something that grounded him and Noah was never going to stop trying to ruffle his hair, however old the two of them got. Hell, if Stiles went bald, he’d still do it! “You’re my son,” he said as he ducked away, “there’s some things I’m supposed to protect you from, though I’m not that great at that part of the job,” he admitted with a frown. “Worrying less would be good,” he said with a smile, “but shooting ghosts might be a way forward, huh?” * “I will,” he said with a roll of his eyes. Since now Stiles was kind of curious too if she and Annie were the only ghosts or did a lot of people become a ghost once they kicked the bucket. And Stiles was going to forever try and duck out of the way whenever his dad ruffled at his hair. He should reach over and do the same, but that would probably be a bad move, so he didn’t. “You do fine,” he reassured his dad. “We take care of each other.” And it will always be that way. “Please don’t shoot my friend.” |