Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski (sarcasticfriend) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-02-08 20:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, noah stilinski, stiles stilinski |
Who: Noah and Stiles
Where: Police Station
When: Feb 3rd
What: Stiles brings Noah food which leads to talking.
Status: Complete
Stiles had made too much food for dinner, so he packed up and decided to take it to his dad since he figured his dad hadn’t taken anything with him and he sure as hell needed to stop eating so much fast food. Yes, Stiles was still nagging about the way his dad ate and he probably will for a long, long time. After driving to the station and heading inside, he went into his dad’s office and set the bag of food on the desk and decided to take a seat and wait for his dad to show up. Waiting was boring as hell. At some point he put headphones one, turned music on and decided to skim through the network on his phone. He also wanted to make sure that he had replied to everyone. He was sad to see that Loki never replied back to his comment, which made him say, “stupid creeper,” outloud and he moved along. He only stopped looking at his phone when he felt like somebody was staring at him. He slowly glanced up and saw that he was indeed being watched. “How long have you been standing there?” he asked his dad as he pulled the headphones out of his ears. * Since the dreams Noah had been throwing himself into his work with extra vigor, though he did his best not to take his eye off the various balls being juggled at home. When one of his deputies told him Stiles had turned up and was hanging out in his office it instantly brought a frown to his face. The car accident he’d seen may have worried his kid more than he’d thought and now he was seeking solace in his father. “Excuse me fellas,” he said as he headed back to see what Stiles wanted. When he entered his office he was struck instantly by the smell of food. Spicy goodness packed up with loving care and sitting right on his desk. His stomach instantly responded and Noah remembered he hadn’t eaten lunch today. Well, good. All the more room for Stiles’ cooking! He had only been in the room a minute when Stiles turned around and the question was on his lips as soon as the headphones came off. “Who’s a stupid creeper? And did you bring a fork?” Noah asked as he sat down opposite his son. “That smells totally divine and you are sent by the gods of policing to serve me food when I need it. I’ll even forgive it not being fast food, this once,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. * “Uhh,” Stiles had to think for a moment if he wanted to say who it was or not. “This creeper named Loki,” he finally replied, seriously not giving a shit anymore. “Of course I brought a fork. Everything is in the bag,” he said with a quick motion to the said bag that was sitting in the middle of the desk. “I figured you needed to eat real food and not fast food, so here I am. And I might have made way too much, too.” He shoved the headphones and his phone into his pocket and gave his dad his full attention. “So, what were you doing before you came in here?” * Loki? The name didn’t ring a bell so Noah headed straight for the fork, cause hello, hot food here! “You’re a good kid. I did something right,” he told Stiles with an appreciative sigh as he opened the bag and inhalled. “Enchiladas?” he asked hopefully as he started to unpack the bag, happier than a kid at Christmas. “I’m not entirely sure there can be too much of this,” Noah said as he dug a fork into the rice, letting the anticipation of the enchiladas wait just a moment more. He wasn’t done on Dad-duty, though, and as this Loki-guy was clearly on Stiles’ mind he took a moment to ask, “so what makes Loki a creeper?” cause it wasn’t often he got insights into his son’s life. Damn this food was good. How Stiles learned to cook so well with him as a father was… actually probably a survival technique, now that he thought it through. “Just work,” he said of the crime scene photos he’d left on the murder-board, “the usual.” Yes, he would protect him from as much of the sewage the world had to offer. Noah couldn’t help himself. “How about you? Other than cooking up your old man a feast, what’s been going on?” * “And then tomorrow I’ll do something you don’t like and say how much I suck,” he joked, smiling as he did so. “Yep. I kept going back and forth between that and tacos. I figured I’d probably eaten enough tacos lately, so enchiladas won.” He snorted. “Glad you think so, because there’s a ton of leftovers left back at home.” He was kind of hoping his dad would have dropped the creeper subject, but it looked like it was alive and well. “Where do I begin? Let’s see, he’s a teacher who looks like he’s in his forties and thinks dating Lydia is a-okay. I think it’s gross. Scott and Cisco do too. I refuse to call him by his name. So, I’ve nicknamed him creeper. I just…I don’t like the guy. Something about him rubs me the wrong way.” He watched his dad eat for a moment before he glanced around. Yeah, that answer was not a shocking one. His dad always kept things like details to himself. “Just work, huh? Nothing interesting with the work?” he asked, eyes glancing over to the murder board. The pictures on it didn’t gross him out or anything. He was used to it. “Nothing. School, hanging out with people, trying to find a job since I think the one I tried to get fell through.” That’s what he figured anyway since he hadn’t heard anything from Sam for a few weeks now. Now he would just have to find something else. * He couldn’t help but grin back at Stiles’ assessment of his parenting. “It’s called fatherhood,” Noah told him, “don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.” His stomach grumbled happily as he started to eat and it was good. “You chose right. Definitely an enchilada day,” he agreed happily. “I do love it when you cook me real food and don’t force salads on me,” Noah teased back. “God I love leftovers,” he answered with a contented sigh that said all he needed to. Knowing he was going home to a full fridge was heaven. As he ate he listened to Stiles’ assessment of Lydia’s new beau. Noah couldn’t help but share his son’s discomfort. It didn’t sound like a healthy situation at all. “Is he Lydia’s teacher?” the cop in him had to ask because if he didn’t put his duty of care before his curiosity it would be a big problem. “So how long has this creeper been around?” Noah asked, trusting his son’s instinct on the guy. Lydia hadn’t exactly shown the best judgement recently, after all. “How many times have I told you not to look at that stuff?” Noah knew it was pointless as Stiles’ curiosity was almost as bad as his. “I think it’s safe to say that everything in my job counts as ‘interesting’ except for the paperwork,” Noah said with a small smile. His ears perked up when the mention of a job came up. He knew Stiles had to come to a job in his own time and knowing that the one he’d had his eye on had fallen through was rough. “Alright, I have a suggestion,” Noah said as he sat back and looked at Stiles. “We have a new consultant,” he said as he dug around in his desk drawer for the guy’s card. “A private investigator. Name of Constantine,” he pushed the card across to his son. “You might find some work with him, seeing as all of this stuff doesn’t gross you out,” Noah said with a chuckle prodding a thumb in the direction of the board. “Worth a try, huh?” * “I don’t want to try it. Not anytime soon anyway.” Kids was not in the near future. Trying to figure out what to do with his life after he finishes college was the next step. Of course his mind started to wonder a little. Would he still be with Scott? Would Scott want kids? He shook his head, shaking away the thoughts before his mind went crazy with too many questions and what ifs. “I’ll bring you a salad tomorrow,” he told his dad with a huge grin. “That doesn’t mean go home and eat it all.” He shook his head no at his dad’s question. “Nah, he’s not Lydia’s teacher. Does that matter? He’s at the same school. That’s still gross enough.” Just talking about this made his shudder. “Since the start of December, I think. It could be longer, I don’t know. Lydia hasn’t really been forthcoming with a lot of things the past four or five months. He’s already moved in, though. I know that much. I guess I won’t be going over to Lydia’s anymore.” He did not want to see the creeper, like at all, so he needed to just stay away. “Probably a billion times and yet…” He let the sentence linger as he glanced over at the murder board again. “I can imagine paperwork is like homework, so not fun.” Uh oh, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear his dad’s suggestion. “Okay…” Well, that didn’t sound so bad. He leaned over and grabbed the card and looked it over. “Yeah, it’s worth a try. It’s gotta beat washing dishes.” He glanced at the card one more time before stuffing it into his pants pocket. * Okay, now he’d thrown Stiles for a loop he hadn’t meant to, Noah realised as he watched the multitude of emotions play out on his face. “You’ll know when the time is right,” he said softly and calmly, “and maybe you’ll even adopt,” he threw out knowing that his son might not be with a woman when that time came. “It’ll all fall into place, son,” he said with total assurance. He knew his kid and when he was ready all things would come to him and Noah would watch proudly by. “You know what else will fall into place?” he said with a broad smile. “Those leftovers!” Noah gave a nod, “it would be a serious violation of pretty much all ethics policies ever written,” which was why the whole thing gave Stiles the creeps. The whole thing did feel like it was crossing a line but if Lydia wasn’t his pupil it wasn’t exactly wrong. Just not right, Noah thought mirroring his son’s thoughts. “Is she happy?” he wanted to know, more than anything else, “because if he makes her happy perhaps having him in her life,” and her apartment, “for a while is the price you have to pay.” He hated having to give wise advice sometimes. And yet Stiles didn’t listen and wasn’t put off by the photos. If Noah didn’t know better he’d think it was a sign he should be a cop. “Paperwork is the bain of my life and unlike homework you can’t get the dog to eat it,” Noah said with a wry smile. “Which is a pity,” but cases had to be watertight in order to go through the proper channels and that required work. He hadn’t been sure what Stiles’ response to his suggestion would be but he seemed curious enough. “Be warned. He’s a little rough and very British,” Noah said with a frown, “but better than washing dishes,” he agreed. * “How did you know?” Yeah, now Stiles was curious. “If I’m still with Scott, then yeah…not unless one of us is secretly a woman,” he joked. “I know. I’m not really worried about any of that right now.” Sometime down the line, sure. But not right now. “What?” he asked and then shook his head when his dad answered. “It sounds like you’re putting a claim on the leftovers even though you’re still eating your dinner.” Stiles knew it wasn’t illegal. It was just frowned upon. He didn’t care, though. The whole thing gave him the creeps and he doubted it would ever change. “She says she is. Is it the truth? I have no idea. I can’t tell. We don’t hang out that much anymore to actually see.” He was never going to listen. It was Stiles. He was going to do what he wanted to do. “I think paperwork is probably the bane of everyone’s existence.” He hadn’t met anyone yet that enjoyed doing paperwork and if they did, Stiles would think they were weird. “Rough and British, got it. Anything else?” * That was a question so easy to answer that he had to smile at Stiles, meeting his eyes that were so like Claudia’s and saying, “I met the one person in the world I couldn’t live without,” he said with a sad smile. “I wanted to share everything with her and spend the rest of our lives together with our amazing boy.” It wasn’t meant to be, their plan. “When she left us your Mom also left the best of herself behind,” Noah said looking at Stiles with pride and affection. “After we met it was never a question of if we’d have kids it was when and we never regretted a moment of it, so I know when the time is right you’ll know too.” He gave a grin at Stiles’ assessment of the leftovers and nodded, “I have to eat right, don’t I?” he teased, “you keep telling me so.” Noah didn’t like the idea that Lydia was cutting off other people in her life in order to be with Loki, though it was a story as old as time. “Yeah, you don’t deserve to be treated that way after all you’ve been through together,” he said with a nod. Perhaps that was part of why Stiles disliked this guy so much too? “Give her a little time and either she’ll realise she’s making a big mistake or, more likely, start balancing her life a little better.” Remembering to include her friends was a big part of that. Either that or Loki would turn out to be that teacher and find some other young student to creep on and leave her in the dust. “You’re probably right,” he answered with a sigh, “just a pity it’s one of the few jobs around here I just can’t delegate. Ah well, so long as I get to eat at my desk there isn’t too much wrong with it,” Noah told Stiles with an appreciative smile. He could right off give Stiles his opinion of Constantine but he prefered to let his son come to his own judgements. “He’s a former cop, so I suspect the rules he has to stick to annoy the hell out of him,” Noah answered, “as for the rest, you decide for yourself. I’ll be interested to hear what you think.” * His mom getting mentioned always brings up a lot of emotions, but listening to his dad talk about this particular thing made him smile a bit. Not everyone got to say they found that one person that they couldn’t live without. “I hope I get to have what you had.” He kind of felt like he might have that with Scott. But he wasn’t quite sure yet. Things could change, things could happen, and it probably didn’t help that he was still kind of keeping a wall up. Still afraid that if he got way too close to somebody, he might lose them. “I also keep telling you to stop eating so much fast food, but you do you listen to me? No.” He shrugged. “Haven’t you noticed she really hasn’t been around the house as much as she used to?” He was trying to give her time, but he had this feeling that no matter what, he was going to feel weird around as long as she dated Mr. Creeper. “I’m not acting like that with Scott am I? I don’t feel like I am.” He smiled. “So, that’s the pay off then? Being able to eat at your desk?” He wondered why his dad wouldn’t give him his opinion on the guy. “Well, okay. I guess I’ll contact him tomorrow. See what he says.” And to see how the guy acted as well. Because he had this feeling there was something more to the guy than his dad was letting on. * Noah knew that he was treading on tough ground for Stiles right now but if he didn’t know by now what Claudia had meant to him he never would. The smile on his face when he’d finished told him he’d shared his point as he’d meant to. He wanted to suggest that maybe Stiles already had a taste of what he and Claudia had shared with Scott, but knowing his son that would just scare him off. Instead he returned his smile and told him, “you will. You’ll know when it’s right.” Noah’s face broke into a broad smirk as he looked down at the food and back up at Stiles, “well home cooked leftovers is eating well, isn’t it? I should do more of that,” he said with a grin. “I wasn’t sure what she was up to,” he said with a nod, “though I haven’t seen her for a while. That could have been because you guys weren’t on the same page or maybe you were hanging out at Scott’s place,” or any other number of combinations since Noah had seen relationships of all kinds evolve through time. “No,” Noah admitted, “if anything you’ve inflicted Scott on us with abandon,” he said with a teasing grin. He couldn’t see his son abandoning his friends for any reason, though, Stiles just wasn’t the type. “This will sort itself out, one way or another,” he assured him, “and if she’s excluding her friends perhaps she wasn’t the friend you needed in the first place.” He hoped that wasn’t the case, but old-wise-guy must warn young-son of all the things. Just in case. “There is even more pay off when I get this kind of first-class delivery service,” Noah replied with a chuckle. “I could do paperwork all day long like this,” though wouldn’t be held responsible for the grease stains and the dried rice on the forms. “If I see him around I’ll tell him to expect the call,” Noah said with a smile Stiles’ way. “It could be an interesting combination, you two,” he mused. * “I guess.” Would he ever know? Maybe. Maybe not. But he wasn’t going to worry too much about any of that right now. He was pretty happy with what he had with Scott right now. “Oooh, now you agree with me. I see how it is.” They were on totally different pages. That was for damn sure. “I hadn’t seen her since Big Bear. And then she wanted to go to the movies on Saturday so I agreed.” They had conversations on the network here and there, but that was mostly it when it came to interaction. He usually hung around Scott and/or Cisco. “We’ll see about that.” He wasn’t going to hold his breath. She was too wrapped up in Creeper. Now he was even more curious about the guy. “Oh, can’t wait to see why you think that.” As much fun as it was to annoy his dad, he knew he couldn’t stick around. His dad did have to work at some point. “I should probably get going.” * He was fairly sure that once Stiles felt secure, whether with Scott or someone else, he’d understand this conversation. Noah didn’t need to push that thought any further. “Hey, if you cook for me more, I’ll eat better,” he said with a chuckle though neither one of them would be convinced Noah would dump the burgers for good. Stiles seemed sad that things with Lydia had gone so far left in their relationship but Noah had faith that they’d figure things out eventually. For better or worse. “You’ll get there, son,” he said with a gentle nod. “You have Scott and Cisco, amongst other people, if you can’t figure things out.” If there was one thing Stiles was good at it was making friends. He got up from his desk and went over to his kid and pulled him into a tight hug. “Thank you for this,” Noah said waving towards the remains of his food. “It was very much appreciated and it was good to see you too,” he told him with a small smile. “Good luck with Constantine,” he told him as he stepped away, “and don’t dare eat the leftovers!” Noah warned with a waggle of his eyebrows. * He stood up and hugged his dad back. “You’re welcome.” He wondered how he should take that ‘good luck’ when it came to Constantine. Yeah, he was definitely not going to waste too much time with getting into contact with the guy. “Oh, well, now I’m going to have to because you told me not to.” He grinned at his dad and started to walk out of the office. “See you at home later.” |