Cisco Ramon is an anomaly (onlygoodvibes) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-06-02 17:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | cisco ramon (vibe), stiles stilinski |
Who:Cisco,Stiles, Derek
What:A confrontation of sorts
When:Just after bad things.
Where:Cisco/Stiles place
Warnings:E for Edgy engineers
Cisco had been home for an entire day now. Been sent home actually. Not the fun kind of home where it was a vacation, but the kind of home where it was mandatory until he spoke to someone on a professional level apparently. Jemma had seen him snap at people. It wasn’t like he’d killed anyone, though his thoughts had gone there briefly upon being sent home- but it didn’t stay long. He was mostly just grumpy and over tired from not taking a day off.
Now he had no choice. He’d sat himself down on the couch, looking over a small item that looked like a tiny gun in the palm of his hand. Probably not something that ought to leave the lab, but if he was stuck at home he was at least going to try to figure out the trigger lock issue while he was on his down time.
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Stiles was in his room, bored since he already did his homework. Thank god school was almost over with. He was getting tired of the school work. He really didn’t feel like going downstairs. He was still kind of unsure how to talk to Cisco latey. Mostly he just didn’t wanna say the wrong thing and have Cisco snap at him again. So, he grabbed his phone and texted Derek. I’m bored. Come over.
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Derek had just finished his shift at the garage when Stiles had texted him. Oh my way was all he replied with. Already getting in his car he made his way towards the house.
He still hadn't told Stiles about the red eyes, or the tattoo on his upper back. He was sure to do so once he seen him. With the drive not being so far, it didn't take long for Derek to reach the place. Car coming to a park as he got out.
Steps lead him to the door, as he knocked twice waiting for Stiles or anyone home to answer it.
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Cisco raised an eyebrow at the knock. If it was Hydra they wouldn’t have knocked at all, but he was on edge. His fingers gripped the tiny Derringer sized gun he was carrying as he stood and made his way to the door. Hydra was sneaky. Cisco didn’t want to leave anything to chance. He opened the door, tiny gun ready. It looked laughable, but packed an icy punch to anyone who underestimated it.
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Stiles had heard the knocking. He moved his laptop onto the nightstand and then got up and left his room. He heard the door being opened, which meant that Cisco had been close enough to answer the door. Which was fine. That is until he saw what was in Cisco’s hand. “Err... what’s with the mini gun?” He never even knew Cisco carried a weapon. He glanced towards Derek for a moment before he looked right back at Cisco.
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When the door opened and Derek was treated with a gun, he held his hands up a moment. “Hey yo, what's with the aggression.” He asked unsure what was going on. So when Stiles came down looking equally confused Derek looked at him.
His hands lowering for the moment. “Swear, all I did was knock.”
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It was just Derek. Right. His hand shook slightly as the gun lowered and the safety clipped back on. Clearly he wasn’t much of a crackshot. He’d never shot anything before actually. Save for a target or two, and not of the human verity.
“..Nothing. It’s nothing. I..sorry.” He backed away from them both, a hand rubbing at his face. This is why things from work shouldn’t come home. He was more..afraid than angry, but one staring at a barrell might not notice that.
It did however mirror the last intense fear he had faced where the nuclear version was created. Cisco was struggling with fear and nerves.
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“What’s with the gun?” Stiles finally managed to ask after a few seconds of silence. He knew things were shit with Cisco, but he didn’t think it had gotten to the point where Cisco needed to carry a gun on his person. “You’re not going to answer the door like that from now on, are you?” he asked as he walked further in to the living room, waving for Derek to get his butt inside.
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Derek looked between the two for a moment. Only to step inside once the gun was lowered and Stiles waved him inside. For the moment, he glanced at Cisco once he was across him. “Hey, you okay?” He asked as he glanced over at Stiles but soon looked back at Cisco.
“You in trouble?” why else would he need a gun.
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Cisco paced, Eyes shifting down to the weapon. Words were still hard to me by, when Stiles asked him about the gun he froze. “Cold gun.” Bullet gun, not so much but for Cisco the point of cold gun creation was worse. Things were not okay. Very much the opposite of okay. When Derek questioned him, he shook his head “Not okay.” He knew that now, it was the first time he’d admitted it out loud though. He’d pointed a cold gun at someone. Hell he was creating cold guns again. This one wasn’t meant for the purpose of fighting, but weapons creation and Cisco were two very dangerous things. “I don’t know. I don’t know!” He was more and more agitated, he’d been trying to move on but now it was coming to a head. His arm had mostly healed at least, but the mental wounds remained. “I Shouldn't be here.” He doesn’t know how to get past this and feels bad about it. He knew Stiles wasn’t sure what to do, and neither did he.
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“Cold gun?” He wasn’t exactly sure what that was, but it probably wasn’t good for whoever was on the receiving end of it. “Is that thing some prototype from work?” If it were, Stiles kind of wished that Cisco left it at work. He glanced at Derek once more before looking back at Cisco, confused. “What do you mean ‘you shouldn’t be here’?”
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Derek had a confused face as well. “Cisco, what’s going on?” He asked. Sure he didn’t know the man personally. But from what he could see the kid wasn’t in a good place mentally. Especially if he had a gun on him. “How about you give us the gun first?” He asked as he looked to Stiles.
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“Doesn’t matter.” he gripped the weapon a little tighter, he wasn’t about to give it up. “Two. Point oh.” He added to the question of a cold gun. Yes, now there were two. “I can’t.” He responded about handing the gun over. He had half a mind to raise it to his own temple, half a thought to just stop the fear cold. Pun intended. Instead he walked away from them all, grip loosening on the item as he placed it in a case that would disable it and pulled out it’s core from the bottom. It was a small eerily glowing tube that almost looked like a glow stick full of something bad. The case was sealed shut with a code. Sure he knew it, but they would have time to get it from him if he tried again. For now he was just a little bit calmer. He sat at that table with the case. “It’s nothing.” His head lowered to his head to his hands. His eyes closed in frustration. “I got sent home from work yesterday.”
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Stiles knew what was going on, but he wasn’t going to blur it out to Derek. He’ll wait and see if Cisco answered the question. If not, he’ll fill Derek in later. “I don’t think he’s going to do that,” he told Derek, eyes still on Cisco. He really did feel bad for his friend. He really did wish he knew what to do so Cisco could stop spiraling down the rabbit hole. But he had no idea what to do. He never had to deal with anything like this before.
He watched as Cisco finally put the gun away, a little shocked that he said that was version number two of said gun. “So, there are two of those things in the world now? Is that a good thing?” It didn’t sound like it to him. “It was probably a good idea that they did.” If Cisco was acting like this here at home, he could only imagine that his friend was acting the same way at work which would be a bad thing.
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Derek didn’t say anything when he said he wasn’t giving up the gun, but he did keep a lose eye on the man for a moment. “It’s obviously something, if you need a….. Cold gun?” He said making sure he heard that right and really, Derek could only imagine what that thing could do.
Hearing that he was sent home and the way Stiles said it might be a good idea. “ And you already said you’re not fine, so let us help you.”
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At Stiles’ comment about there being two cold guns, Cisco actually held up three fingers. There were now three. Sorry Stiles, and Barry. Mostly Barry. He had zero plans of telling the speedster just how many cold guns he now had in Orange County. Two of which weren’t even made under duress like the first.
“How? “ He was exhausted. He didn’t even know how to help himself. “I don’t even feel like me anymore.”
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Stiles looked over at Derek after he told Cico to let them help him. And how in the hell were they supposed to do that? He hadn't been able to figure it out before. What would be the difference now. Stiles still thought Cisco should talk to a professional at the agency or something. But Cisco didn’t seem to like that idea before.
“Three? There’s three of them? That can't be good.” Especially if the wrong person got their hands on these guns. “Well, you gotta talk about it. Keep it all bottled up isn’t going to help you. If you don’t want to talk to us then seek professional help. This can’t keep going on. You’re spiralling, dude.”
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Three… Fucking three… That was not good. Still he let Stiles take the lead with his friend. “I get a professional might not be what you wanna do, so talk to your friends. They’re here for you. He said motioning towards Stiles for the moment. “But you gotta talk to someone. Anyone.”
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Cisco wanted to talk, he did-but he didn’t have the words for it. He didn’t know how just yet. How did he explain all the bad things floating around in his mind in words when words couldn’t begin to describe how sick and wrong he felt. Not physically, but mentally he didn’t even feel like himself. When he felt threatened or afraid, he tended to build things that made him safe. Even if it didn’t make much sense at the time. These ones didn’t have nuclear cores? They probably couldn’t stop a speedster, and likely wouldn’t make Captain Cold want to steal them, but Cisco felt a little better with them around. A little less alone than he’d felt in the last month which was an improvement. “I can’t.” Which meant it was more top secret work stuff, and tied to it.
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“You can’t what?” Stiles asked. “You can’t give up the gun or you can’t talk to us or you can’t talk to a professional?” He honestly didn’t care if there was anything they shouldn’t know. Cisco needed to talk. And he and Derek were there to listen if Cisco actually felt like opening up. “You know whatever you tell us won’t be repeated to anyone else, right? Everything stays between us.”
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Derek rubbed at his eyes for the moment, as he listened to Stiles and Cisco go back and forth with one another. “Promise we won’t say anything to anyone. But you need to open up. Tell us something, doesn’t have to be everything at once.”
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Tell us something. Anything.
“Why would I tell you anything? All you’ve done is ensure I’m alone.” He didn’t even turn to look at Derek. His tone was steady, no room for any misinterpretation. This was pure, cold anger. Something Stiles had likely yet to experience from him. Cisco wasn’t one for confrontations, but this had been boiling under the surface for some time now. If he was going to talk to Stiles, it wouldn’t be with Derek there.
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Stiles was a little confused at what Cisco had said. “But you’re not alone.” Sure, he might not have been home a lot lately, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t drop everything and help his friend out if he needed it. All Cisco had to do was ask. “Derek’s just trying to help too.” But if he didn’t want to talk to Derek, he couldn’t make him.
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Derek blinked for a moment. So what, you’re trying to say that this is somehow my fault?” He asked as he looked at the back of Cisco’s head for the moment. Only to glance over at Stiles. “I’m gonna leave. Just text me later.” Derek replied, as he moved away from Stiles.
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Cisco had never been good at asking for anything, including actual help-which he needed. He thought he was doing fine on his own, and now Derek was leaving. He was confused. He wanted it, but he didn’t want it. He didn’t know what he wanted, everything felt like it was caving down around him. If he had Barry’s time powers he’d be using them about now to reverse all this and not have this confrontation. He didn’t. He had one thing that could stop them from moving, and it was sitting in front of him. All it needed was a core. A hand waved over that digitally locked box and out came that tiny gun. There was the sound of something powering up, and a very smooth very tiny but potent blast of ice Derek’s direction that froze his feet up to his knees to the floor. It wasn’t painful, but it was fucking cold.
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“What? No, you’re not going anywhere.” Stiles had quickly reached out and grabbed Derek’s hand. Nope, he was not letting Derek leave. There was something more to this whole problem and it seemed like Derek might be apart of it. He was staying. Of course at the same time, Cisco decided that freezing Derek’s feet to the floor was a good idea. “What the fuck?” He quickly looked back and forth between Cisco and Derek’s now frozen feet. “Why did you do that for?”
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One second Derek was walking and the next he screamed in pain from the sudden cold to his legs. His frame crunching down to the ice that ran up to his knees. It was instant, the way Derek’s eyes shifted to that beta blue. His teeth sharp like a werewolves as he growled towards Cisco’s direction from the pain he was in. It was in that moment, his nails grew out into claws and he started hacking at the ice around his legs.
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That was new. Cisco..didn’t know what to do about that. Literally he froze and not by freezing cold gun. It did however drop from his hand. It was like something in his mind had literally checked out. Cisco was still there, but couldn’t respond anymore. That gun hadn’t helped at all. It’d stopped him from leaving, but who was he turning into? Snart? Some other crazy meta that he’d feared in the first place? It was like he’d simply gone catatonic in watching. This wasn’t better. He dropped down to his knees but didn’t pick up the gun at all. Why hadn’t they left him for dead? That would have been better.
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Stiles stepped back when Derek started to wolf out. Oh, this can’t be good. Not one bit. He seriously hoped Derek didn’t decide to pounce on Cisco after he got out from his frozen prison. “Not good, not good…” he was already putting himself in between Cisco and Derek, just in case. “Okay, we obviously need to sit down and talk about all of this.” But first Derek needed to calm down and Cisco needed to put that fucking cold gun away.
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Once his legs were free of the ice, Derek growled towards Stiles and Cisco. Seeing the young man come between him and his friend. Derek could have shoved Stiles out his way, attack Cisco and be done with this.
But that would make him like how he was in his dreams. So, he tried to calm down, as best as he could. He glanced down to Cisco and soon to Stiles. “Get him fucking help.” is all he said between gritted teeth as he stormed off.
Derek didn't come here to get shot at with damn cold gun. He came for Stiles and when tried to help his friend, he gets attacked. “Call me later, I'm going before I do something I'll regret.”
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For a minute Cisco didn’t even blink, he didn’t react at all to what had happened. He just stared. He knew about the werewolves and stuff but he’d never actually seen one. Or thought he’d shoot one. He didn’t care that Derek was one, what he’d cared about was the loss of his friend. Or what he thought was the loss. Apparently it was him failing at communicating, go figure.
He’d had that a lot lately.
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Stiles glanced back at Cisco when Derek said to get him help. Yeah, that’s not how it worked. Cisco needed to get help himself. Nobody could make him do it.
He looked forward again. Attention fully on Derek. “Don’t go.” He didn’t want Derek to go, but he also knew that he could make Derek stay either.
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He wasn't a happy wolf right now. But when Stiles said not to go, Derek looked at Cisco. “Fine.” He said with a huffed breath at the moment.
“But I'm going for walk to calm down.” He said, looking to Stiles before moving out the kitchen.
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His brows furrowed as he heard them talk. Cisco reached for the cold gun again and sank down to the floor. His eyes remained on it as Stiles tried to convince Derek to stay, Cisco chewed at his lower lip.
“I think I need help. I don’t..know what to do.” He didn’t realize just how bad off he’d gotten until they were staring down the barrel of a cold gun.
*
“Okay.” Stiles could deal with Derek taking a little break from this situation. Just as long as Derek didn’t actually leave and go home.
Stiles turned around and looked down at Cisco. “Well, first, I think you should give me the gun. I can lock it up in my dad’s safe until you take it back to your work.” He held his hand out towards Cisco, waiting for the gun to be placed in it. Cisco was not in the right frame of mind to have a weapon near him.
*
Derek nodded to Stiles before walking out the house and walking around to cool off. Giving Stiles and Cisco some privacy.
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Cisco really didn’t like the idea of handing over the weapons, but nodded. One was handed over, the other still remained in the case. “The passcode is eight, six, seven, five, three, oh, nine.” Yes, the song lyrics. If Stiles wanted it, Cisco wouldn’t fight him on it, for now.
He owed him that much. The gun was safetied and put in his hand.
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Stiles took it and didn’t waste any time going to his dad’s safe and shoving it in there. It will remain there until Cisco didn’t feel the need to use it. “No more weapons for you,” he said as he came back into the living room. He sat down on the couch and then texted Derek that it was safe to come back.
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The walk did him good. It let him calm down for the most part. And the pain in his legs had long since gone thanks to his werewolf abilities. Seems they did come in handy after all. Once the text was received that it was safe to come back, he came around the house and made his way in.
He spotted Stiles on the couch and Cisco still in the kitchen. He didn't say anything to him as he took a seat next to Stiles. “You sure you wanna stay here tonight?”
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