spamalot } { of mornings after and dot matrix

[littlebitscary]

[Jason checks on Derek's stitches and they are healed enough that he will allow him to go without the gauze as long as he promises not to do anything with his mouth that will stretch his facial skin.]

Fiona: [half asleep, trying to think of things that would go with that descriptor] So no eating a Big Mac.

Jason: Not a lot of chewing in general. Stick with soups and really soft foods for the day. At the rate, the cuts on your face and arm should be gone tomorrow. Otherwise you're free to move about the house.

Derek: Thanks, Jason.

Fiona: [nods a bit] Yeah, thanks.

Jason: [nods, and heads out to find Peter and Talia to give them the updated statuses]

Derek: I should go see Cora.

Fiona: [nods, pulling back to give him room to move] Need a hand getting up?

Derek: No, I should be fine. I just need to change. Or put something on to cover my arm. [his talking is a bit slurred in effort not to move his mouth too much]

Fiona: [nods again, pushing up onto her feet and making her way around to kiss him on his good cheek] I'm gonna go investigate breakfast. I'll see you downstairs.

Derek: [starts to smile but stops himself because he can feel the tug. He gets up and starts to change, but he just feels disgusting so he goes to the bathroom first to take a washcloth bath quickly to keep the stitches from getting wet and then changes and puts on his hoodie to keep his arm covered. He can't hide his face, but he'll deal with it as he knocks]

Cora: [stirs a bit at the knock still tired from she and Stiles being up the night before. Scott, Isaac and Malia are downstairs at this point, and she can feel Bob wedged up against her side] Yeah?

Derek: [comes in and stops a moment, seeing the people in the bed, then just focuses on Cora] Figured I'd come in and check on you, pup.

Cora: [she rubs at her eyes a bit as she sits up, a sleepy smile crossing her face] Hey. [then she actually looks at him, and her eyes widen at his face] Are you okay?

Derek: [he steps in, closing the door behind him and walks over to her bed and sits beside her] Yeah, I'm fine. It's just taking longer to heal because the cuts are from an alpha.

Cora: [yeah, she knows how that goes. Her hand comes up so that she can get a better look, and the worry is there, but he seems okay, so at least there's that] At least it's better than a gut shot. [it at least seems like he can go places and she's still stuck here.]

Derek: Another day or two, and you'll be up running around. At least Peter isn't threatening to send you to werewolf bootcamp.

Cora: [her eyebrows go up and she grins] No, because technically I'm still in werewolf bootcamp.

Derek: He's going to kick my ass and enjoy doing it.

Cora: Yeah, well, it's better than him menacing in Isaac's direction.

Derek: What did Isaac do?

Cora: Nothing. But Malia's interested.

Derek: [his eyebrows go up.] Huh.

Cora: [nods] I think she'd be good for him. Provided Peter stays off his case.

Derek: Good luck with that. [looks over at Stiles, then back at her with a raised eyebrow]

Cora: [her eyebrows rise back at him as though to say "what?"]

Derek: Just remember Peter plays at being your father too sometimes. [reaches over to pet Bob]

Cora: Oh. I know. He's already started. [she makes a bit of a face]

Derek: Well, you can join team "let's get Uncle Peter a girlfriend" so he will stay out of our business?

Cora: [she laughs slightly as Bob starts to respond to the pets. She moves to join her brother, scratching under his chin] I would but Malia may kill me.

Derek: Tell her it's for her benefit to get to spend time with Isaac?

Cora: [she makes a face] She won't go for it. She ... I don't know. I think she's worried that if he goes out there again it'll turn into her mom part two. And part of it is her just being a brat.

Derek: I can't blame her for the first part. Probably the reason Mom never dated after dad left.

Cora: [she shrugs] He's everything to her. She doesn't want to see him hurt. [And there's part of Cora that envies her for having that kind of relationship with her dad. It'd be nice for something more than occasional visits and presents on her birthday]

Derek: [pats Bob. Derek feels that way too a lot of the time] I'm sure she doesn't. I should go downstairs before they start a search party. I'll check on you later, pup?

Cora: [nods a bit, before settling back into bed to go back to sleep]

Derek: [leans over to press his lips to her forehead] I love you.

Cora: Love you too.

Derek: [and he leaves to go downstairs for his breakfast of what he's assuming is oatmeal. Which he hates]

Fiona: [is downstairs at the table with the kids, digging into breakfast with the three teenagers who are just packing food away like it's their job. Talia's at the stove, cooking up another round of food for when Peter, Jason and Laura are up later]

Scott: [looks up at Derek] Whoa, that looks nasty. Will it scar? Because that would be an awesome scar.

Isaac: [blinks] Did you lose a fight with a bear or something?

Derek: [shakes his head and goes to his mom first, putting a hand on her shoulder and squeezing] Morning.

Talia: [looks up with a smile] Morning. Hungry?

Malia: [flicks Scott's ear for that because really?]

Scott: Hey! [tosses a pit of bacon at her] It's true!

Derek: Yeah, but I'm not supposed to chew.

Malia: [rolls her eyes a bit before digging back into her breakfast]

Talia: [looks at him sympathetically for a moment, before pointing] Oatmeal's in the upper right cabinet.

Derek: [sighs] I hate oatmeal. [but he goes to get it because what else is there to eat]

Talia: [moves another plate of bacon to the table, before putting some and some eggs on a plate and handing it off to Malia] See your sister this morning?

Malia: [takes the plate and heads back into the living room to go and wave it under her father's nose]

Peter: [starts to stir with the smell of bacon and eggs]

Malia: [continues waving] Come on, Dad. Rise and shine.

Peter: [eyes blink open] What time is it?

Malia: Not too late. Figured you'd want your breakfast while it's hot.

Peter: Smart girl. [goes to sit up, yawning and stretching] Any coffee left?

Malia: [nods as she hands him the plate] I'll get it.

Peter: Just bring the entire pot and the sugar bowl. [bacon first. Mmm, bacon.]

Malia: [gives him a look, because no, before getting up to actually fix him a cup of coffee]

Peter: [is making happy puppy noises at his bacon. don't judge]

Malia: [will fix her dad his coffee before wandering back, plopping down on the couch next to him]

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Derek: Yeah. She's in bed with Stiles.

Scott and Isaac: [look up, jaws open]

Talia: [eyebrows raise a bit at that and she looks at Derek] They were up late last night, they probably fell asleep talking. [that's more for Scott and Isaac than Derek's benefit]

Derek: Bob is played as the bundling board between them. [he pulls the oatmeal down, ignoring the teens who whisper to each other and get back to eating]

Fiona: [smirks a bit] He's a bit of a Dot Matrix. I think they're both in good hands.

Scott: Dot who?

Derek: [sighs and hands the oatmeal to his mother, pouting because it isn't even a good flavor he could try and stomach.]

Fiona: [stares at Scott for a moment] Have you never seen Spaceballs? [please tell her you have and you're just having a blond moment]

Talia: [smiles at him softly, before going to fix it for him. She'll give it a little extra cinnamon for good measure]

Scott: Not really. Stiles keeps telling me I have to watch Star Wars first to get it.

Isaac: I've seen it. [smug]

Derek: [goes over to sit next to Fiona, shaking his head at Scott while resting a hand on her knee]

Fiona: .... You've never seen Star Wars?! [sighs before shaking her head] You sweet summer child. We're going to fix this.

Scott: You need to talk to Stiles. I think he called dibs.

Fiona: Well, once he gets that done, I will introduce you to the beauty that is Mel Brooks. [one hand will wander under the table to find his, brushing against his fingers gently]

Scott: I saw the one of his with Robin Hood.

Isaac: I remember that one. That one was hilarious.

Fiona: I have ... way, way too many of his movies.

Derek: Just an entire collection.

Scott: So you're a movie buff too?

Fiona: I wouldn't say buff. But when life gets crappy, I like to have something around that I know will make me laugh.

Isaac: Isn't that what Derek's good for now?

Derek: [raises an eyebrow at the human.]

Fiona: [without skipping a beat] He's not as funny as he thinks.

Derek: [and both go up at her] Oh really?

Scott: [snorts and focuses on his food]

Fiona: [completely straight face as she nods] Unfortunately.

Derek: Guess we'll just have to see how unfunny I can really be. [challenging look]

Scott and Isaac: [looks at each other, and quickly finish food and flee]

Fiona: [cares not for the fleeing teenagers, turning to face him more instead] Oh really?

Derek: Really. I mean, I can't even smile right now, so no funny from me at all.

Fiona: Nope. Not even a little. Such a shame.

Derek: Especially seeing that I'm only getting oatmeal for breakfast? Nope, none at all.

Fiona: Oh. [she gives him a sympathetic pout] It's probably not that bad.

Derek: I hate oatmeal. [sad puppy face]

Fiona: [the hand playing with his fingers comes up to brush through his hair] It's just for today. Tomorrow, if I can get near the stove, I'll make you pancakes.

Derek: [closes his eyes because touch is good] Okay. I will hold you to that.

Fiona: Done. [and she'll keep up that touch, since he seems to like it.]

Derek: [nope, enjoying it until his mom stops them] Cheater.

Fiona: [Talia's wandered off to do things elsewhere in the house so they have the kitchen to themselves for a bit. Fiona smirks] You haven't learned this about me by now?

Derek: I have, but keep forgetting how easily you do it.

Fiona: [leans in and kisses his good cheek softly] Better get used to it.

Derek: [turns his head as she kisses him, wanting to at least feel her lips on his, even if he can't do much more than that.]

Fiona: [will still meet him in the kiss all the same, a soft sigh as she pulls back] Tomorrow can't come fast enough.

Derek: [nods in agreement, pressing his forehead to hers]

Fiona: [she sighs softly] Next time you go up against a mega alpha, tell them to stay away from your face. [it's a bit of a teasing pout, but she's serious all the same]

Derek: Just warn me when you decide to mess with an alpha's girlfriend so I know to keep my head down.

Fiona: Deal. Though trust me, that is not something I want to do again. Kali is a psycho.

Derek: I'll remember that for the future.

Fiona: [nods, brushing her thumb against this cheek] If I knew he would have done something like this I would have said something, you know that, right?

Derek: I know. [didn't help he passed out before asking her questions anyway]

Fiona: [nope. She nods a bit before resettling in her seat] I think the two of us are going to be on lockdown for a while though.

Derek: Which is going to be wonderful in a house full of heightened hearing.

Fiona: [she makes a face] And other senses.

Derek: [leans his head back] I love you all, but you suck. [speaking to the sky]

Fiona: [she laughs] We'll figure it out.

Peter: [ is just smirking on the couch but we'll come back to him later]

Derek: [sighs] It's only until we figure out what they want and resolve it.

Fiona: [she nods] Which may take no time at all. They've already reached out to Marion Morell.

Derek: That's good.

Fiona: [nods] So hopefully when this is over, we can head back to one of our respective places and just ... ignore the world for a while.

Derek: That sounds like the best plan you've had all day.

Fiona: We'll just have to hope things settle quickly then.

Derek: Or my entire family goes deaf for a day.

Fiona: Or we invest in a Cone of Silence.

Derek: As long as it's not a cone of shame. [his lip smirks on the good side of his face just a bit]

Fiona: [she chuckles a bit] No. That would be counterproductive.

Derek: [strokes her cheek, leaning in for another kiss, his lips barely moving]

Fiona: [she kisses him back gently, her hand resting against his chest, when she pulls back, she keeps her voice low] But tomorrow, I'll at least be able to kiss you properly.

Derek: Promise? [it's such a lopsided smirk. And he is scruffy.]

Fiona: [she grins back at him] Guaranteed.

Derek: [happy with that answer, he looks over at the stove, unsure if the oatmeal is even ready. He's not in a hurry, but he is getting hungry. And not really for that.]

Fiona: [sighs softly as she leans forward to rest his chin against his shoulder] Oatmeal isn't so bad.

Derek: I know. It's the texture I don't like.

Fiona: It's only one bowl. It's not forever.

Derek: [gets up and goes to the stove to check on it. So many childhood hates still applicable to adult life. Enemy, thy name is oatmeal. And instead he goes to make himself a coffee. He can just live on coffee]

Fiona: [he can't just live on coffee. She pushes up shortly after, sliding her arms around his waist from behind and pressing a kiss to his shoulder] I think I'm going to take a quick shower. Eat something too, okay?

Derek: Sure. [he will suck on a piece of bacon? does that count?]

Fiona: [not unless it ends up in his stomach. She pushes up onto her toes and presses a kiss to his neck before pulling back and heading up the stairs]

Derek: [watches her go. Then goes to the table and just picks up a piece of bacon and finds a crispy piece that will not require chewing to break it up and goes to suck it]

Talia: [wanders back in and checks on the oatmeal, sees her son and his bacon, and gives him a look]

Derek: [completely innocent look as he swallows what's in his mouth and sticks the rest in before she can stop him]

Talia: [sigh. her children are impossible]

Derek: [goes back to sipping his coffee because he's her baby boy and she loves him and he may or may not be reaching for another piece of bacon]

Talia: [yeah, she's going to reach over and smack that hand before he can get there, placing the bowl of oatmeal down in front of him]

Derek: Ow. Haven't I been through enough abuse? [begging eyes]

Talia: Eat your oatmeal.

Derek: [sigh and well, he can't refuse his mom - or alpha - an order so he goes to eat his oatmeal begrudgingly]

Talia: [leans forward and presses a kiss to the top of his head] You'll thank me for it later.

Derek: Uh huh [but he goes to eat it obediently]

Talia: [good boy. And with that, she'll go to clean up the kitchen]

Derek: [and he will steal another piece of bacon when he thinks she's not looking and get it in his mouth.]

Talia: [she is always watching. But she won't say anything. She'll just raise an eyebrow as Bob comes trotting down the stairs looking like he's expecting to be fed.]

Derek: [sees the dog and snorts] Looks like the bundling board decided to take a breakfast break.

Bob: [tongue lolls out. Feed him please.]

Talia: [shakes her head before going for the food Deaton gave her] Alright, alright. Come on.

Derek: Fiona probably needs to take him for a walk too.

Talia: [nods] You can go with her. Just try and stay on the preserve.

Derek: I'm sure she'll have a few weapons on her too, just in case.

Talia: [nods] Her arsenal is still stashed under the couch.

Derek: Which is better than plain sight. [and he finishes his last bite of oatmeal and takes the bowl to the sink to rinse it out]

Fiona: [trots down the stairs a few minutes later, her wet hair pulled back into a ponytail and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt] How was the oatmeal?

Derek: It was oatmeal. Bob's eating his breakfast, and we've been given pardon to take him on a walk if we stay on the grounds.

Fiona: We get to go outside? [mocking wide eyes] Awesome.

Derek: [leans over to kiss his mother's cheek] Thank you.

Talia: [small smile] You're welcome. Just stay out of trouble.

Fiona: Scout's honor.

Derek: Can't really cause much trouble with one arm. I'll howl if things feel off.

Talia: [nods] Good.

[and while they couple goes for walksies, upstairs Stiles suddenly has more bed. This is good. He was about to fall off and he just rolls back a bit into the more bed side, expanding to fill the space]

Cora: [and Cora rolls towards the source of heat, snuggling into the feeling of warmth and the scent of Stiles]

Stiles: [mmm, nice warm pillow. Pillow with heat and he can just go and cuddle into that pillow and be all over it because no, he doesn't know where he is. he's sleeping. sleep is good and warm pillows are awesome]

Cora: [doesn't mind. She's about pillow sized and she doesn't realize that he's there either, just knows that it's something warm and the scent makes her feel safe]

Stiles: [and somehow, in all the cuddling, limbs will get moved and curling and eventually Stiles will just be cuddling her to his chest all nice and happy]

Cora: [will tuck her head into his shoulder, one hand coming up to fist in his shirt to keep him close]

Stiles: [and maybe 10 minutes later Stiles will yawn and get hair in his mouth and slowly daze awake]

Cora: [yeah, she's not there yet. She's just going to curl in closer to the warmth when he starts moving. Don't be moving. Stay.]

Stiles: [blink blink. pillow is moving. why is the pillow movi-] Oh my God.

Cora: [mumbles softly at the sound of his voice, just nuzzling his neck a bit with her nose]

Stiles: Um, Cora... You um... [whimpers because no, he likes it. He likes it a lot but] Your uncle is going to kill me.

Cora: [the sound of her name pulls her out of it a bit and she blinks as she starts to stir] Hmmm?

Stiles: Hi. Good morning. [grins]

Cora: [glances up at him and gives him a sleepy smile] Hi.

Stiles: I want it known on my headstone that you are the only girl I have ever slept with.

Cora: [rolls her eyes a bit] You're not going to die anytime soon.

Stiles: Your uncle is scary.

Cora: He talks a big game. He's trying to see if you'll blink first.

Stiles: Oh I blinked. Big time. Lots of blinking and maybe some fearful cowering behind a cushion.

Cora: [she sighs] I don't blame you.

Stiles: But you do make a nice pillow. Just saying.

Cora: [she smiles a bit at that, before leaning in close again] So do you.

Stiles: [well, if he's going to die, he's going to die happy and in the arms of the girl he really, really likes. So snuggle away] Well, I'm normally boney but I've been working out for lacrosse.

Cora: [she smirks a bit, and she will snuggle away. Thank you.] Mmmm. Still comfy.

Stiles: So, um, you feeling better this morning?

Cora: [nods a bit] A lot, actually.

Stiles: That's good. That's very good. It means your wolfy healing powers are kicking in finally.

Cora: [nods a bit] Not that it matters much when we're stuck in the house.

Stiles: I'd say we could sneak out, but I'm not looking to become werewolf chow to an 8 foot freak of nature. But we could go downstairs. Where there are comfy couches and movies.

Cora: [hums her approval] Downstairs sounds good.

Stiles: But we don't have to go right away. We can stay here. Until someone comes to wake us up.

Cora: Mmmm. I like that plan.

Stiles: Me too. [yawns again, no hair in his mouth this time and he snuggles into her] You know, you smell really nice. What kind of shampoo you use?

Cora: [she shrugs] Something simple. A lot of scents can be a little too overwhelming.

Stiles: Well it smells really good. I like it.

Cora: [a soft pleased hum. She'll keep using that then. And she won't comment on the fact that she hasn't showered in what feels like forever and will be happier when she can again] Good.

Stiles: ......... So what do I smell like to you?

Cora: [her eyebrows raise] You sure you want to know?

Stiles: Well, it can't be all that good right now because I haven't showered today and your nose was pretty close to my armpit

Cora: [she laughs a bit before shaking her head, tucking her nose against his neck again] Grass. Dust. Scott. Your dad. [there's a beat] The Jeep.

Stiles: Well, I do spend a lot of time in the Jeep. [smug smile. the jeep was his baby]

Cora: [she nods a bit] It's usually whatever you're around the most, but it all sort of combines together into something that makes it ... Stiles.

Stiles: That's... kinda cool. So that mean if we go downstairs, I'm going to smell a bit like your shampoo too to everyone?

Cora: [nods a bit] A little bit.

Stiles: [he smiles because he likes that. Wait... wait... oh crap] I should take a shower then. So that they don't think... because we are just snuggling and not...

Cora: [she laughs a bit] No, if we were ... doing that it'd be more than that.

Stiles: Okay. But just so we're all clear - I am not having sex right now. Not at all.

Scott: [because who can't hear that. He is facepalming so hard]

Peter: [looks at Talia with a raised eyebrow]

Cora: [laughs softly, before nodding] Absolutely not. And [her voice drops a little bit softer] They can probably hear you.

Talia: [raises one right back at him before glancing to Scott] Do you want to go get them or should I send Peter?

Scott: Let me go. I think Peter scares him.

Peter: Good, that was my intent. [grin]

Stiles: I hope so. I mean, I want them all knowing I have no evil intentions against you for my own personal gain.

Talia: [rolls her eyes good naturedly, before starting to heat up some of the food]

Cora: Well, good. [her head tips slightly as she listens] Scott's on his way up. [and before he gets there, she's just going to lean in and kiss him briefly. This may be the last moment they get alone for a while]

Stiles: [eyes wide, but he kisses her back because hi beautiful girl kissing him and this is awesome]

Scott: [hears the sounds of kissing and just... waits for a moment outside. Because he knows Cora will hear him but he's being a good bro to Stiles]

Cora: [you're a good friend, Scott. After a second she pulls back and pulls away - reluctantly - so that Scott doesn't have to witness them being completely couple-y]

Scott: [counts to five, then opens door] Your mom wanted me to come up and see if you two were coming downstairs.

Stiles: Oh hey Scott. Um, sure? You up for it?

Cora: [nods eagerly, yes, please, get her out of her room. She swings her legs off the bed and pushes herself into a sitting position, rising slowly in case her legs decide that they don't want to work after having been useless for two days]

Scott: [at her side instantly, hooking her arm over his shoulder] Easy there.

Stiles: [fumbling to get out of bed on the other side, taking her other side] Yeah, don't push yourself too hard.

Cora: [is grateful for the help but she puts up a slightly annoyed front all the same.] Guys, I'm okay. Really. Werewolf remember?

Scott: Yeah, werewolf who almost got her entire stomach clawed out of her.

Cora: [makes a face] Don't remind me. [she doesn't shove them away, but once she's steady she lifts her arms off their shoulders, taking their arms instead. they're a lot taller than she is. this is less awkward.]

Stiles: At least we're not carrying you. Would you rather us carry you? I mean, I totally will if you want me to.

Cora: No. [she's had enough of being coddled. She wants to move for herself, even if it's only to the couch downstairs]

Stiles: Okay. [and off they all go to the stairs to go down to the living room]

Cora: [it's not as easy as it should be. It's not hard, but it's slow going, because she feels like she's using muscles that aren't used to being used. Still she makes it to the couch, and there's a triumphant little smile as she settles back against the cushions. She's staying sitting up, because she's done with lying down, but the couch is a lot more comfortable than sitting at the kitchen table]

Talia: [makes her way over with a smile as Malia settles on the other side of her] You're looking better. Hungry?

Cora: [small smile back] Please.

Talia: [nods, running a hand over the top of her head] I'll fix you a plate.

Stiles: [goes to sit next to her, curling his legs up under him and looking at Talia like he's a starving puppy]

Scott: [goes back to the floor and reading]

Talia: [small smirk] Hungry, Stiles?

Stiles: Yes ma'am.

Talia: [nods] One breakfast coming up. [there's a beat] Also, we're eventually going to have to figure out what we're telling all your parents. [though for Scott, she'd like it to lean a little bit closer to the truth]

Scott: [turns and looks up, nervous because crap.]

Isaac: [looks down because um, yeah]

Stiles: Yeah, I should probably call my dad...

Jason: [coming downstairs in his scrubs] Well, the school is going to get notice that you all have a bad case of pink eye and need to stay out of school for a week.

Talia: [glances over and nods] Which is fine for the school, but not going to explain why I'm keeping all of them at my house. Especially when one of the parents is a nurse.

Peter: And another is the sheriff. Who will be the harder of the two, I think. Perhaps it would be best to explain together so that they will be able to support each other as they process the news.

Talia: [exhales slowly as she nods] He's been on the edge of this for years. Maybe it's about time he actually got some answers about his closure rate. [she glances over to Stiles] What do you think?

Stiles: It may take some time to click, but he'll understand.

Talia: [nods as she finishes fixing the plates, and bringing them back over to Stiles and Cora] We should probably try and do this as soon as possible then. Dragging this out longer will probably only make things worse. [she glances over to Scott, taking the chair near where he's sitting on the floor] Are you ready for this?

Scott: [it uncomfortable, pulling his knees to his chest] I don't know. Stiles' dad may understand, but I don't know what my mom will think.

Talia: [reaches over, brushing a hand over the top of his head. The gesture is maternal, but it's meant to be comforting - he may not be her child, but he's still her beta] I know. But its better we tell her now, before the alpha pack decides to make her a target and she finds out the hard way.

Scott: [nods] Yeah, I don't want her to learn that way. She should have today off.

Stiles: My dad works, but he can be on call here if it's about me.

Isaac: [is just being very quiet and looking off at the pictures on the fireplace]

Malia: [glances over at Isaac and climbs off the couch, giving him a bit of a nudge] Wanna go for a walk?

Talia: [nods] Why don't you call them? We can do it here, but I want Scott to be able to tell Melissa on his own. [it's a little more personal when you're the wolf.] There's enough space here that they can still have some privacy.

Isaac: [looks up at Malia, then nods] Yeah, a walk would be nice.

Scott & Stiles: [pulling out their cell phones]

Malia: [takes his hand and pulling him towards the door, and catches a look from Talia before she goes] We won't leave the property line and we'll stay in sight of Derek and Fiona.

Talia: [nods with a small smile] Good.

Stiles: Yeah, hey dad. No, I'm fine. I'm still over at Cora's place. I was wondering if you could come over...

Scott: Mom? No, I'm fine... I know I'm not at school... Mom. Mom. MOM. I'm sorry, but I need to talk to you. Yes, I'm alive but can you come over to Cora's place? Directions? sure....

Peter: [stands and put a hand on Talia's shoulder] Do you want me to help with this?

Talia: [nods slowly as Malia and Isaac disappear out the door] Think you can take Stiles and the sheriff. You're pragmatic enough he may appreciate it. But let Stiles do most of the talking?

Peter: I can do that. I may bring Cora in to provide the boy some support too.

Cora: [her head picks up at the sound of her name, halfway through a piece of bacon, and she nods. She can do that. She gave Stiles the talk, she's pretty sure she can do it for his dad too.]

Talia: [nods in return] Good. And I'll stick Scott. I have a feeling the less people the better for that one.

Peter: Seeing that Scott's your beta now, it's only right you support him. And sadly, we've run out of teenage wolves to marry him into the family.

Scott: [all but chokes] No, sorry mom, something got stuck in my throat. Oh... um...air. Yeah...

Talia: [chuckles softly] I think he's got his sights set on someone else anyway. [someone who's slightly problematic, but let's hope she's more Chris's daughter than Victoria's.]

Peter: Ah, yes. Our little Romeo to the Capulet Juliet. And here I thought Derek was going to run that tale when Kate tried to sink her claws into him back during his summer breaks.

Talia: [she shakes her head] Allison seems much more ... [sane? human?] ... agreeable compared to her aunt.

Peter: Lucky for him. Though I fear for him the day Chris finds out.

Scott: [is all but staring at the back of Peter's head at this point]

Talia: [glances around Peter's shoulder at Scott] We'll have the Argent talk later.

Scott: Okay. I'll see you soon. [hangs up] She'll be here in an hour. What Argent talk?

Stiles: Dad's on his way. [back to eating breakfast]

Talia: The one I was holding off having until I figured out how serious things were between you and Allison. [because if it was just going to be a brief high school fling, she wasn't going to be a very different talk. Now it's looking like it's not] Don't worry about that now. You have a bigger talk to worry about.

Scott: [nods, but still confused and worrying] I think I'm going to take a shower before my mom gets here.

Talia: [nods and lets him head up the stairs. That talk is going to be a lot harder, when they finally get around to it] Think your father will be hungry, Stiles?

Stiles: Probably. He doesn't eat when he's working so I usually have to bring him food.

Talia: [nods as she goes to the fridge] Then I'll make lunch.

Stiles: I should help. [looks at Cora, then Talia.] Can I help? I mean, you don't have to do everything. You got a busy day.

Talia: [small smile] I don't mind a little help, no. You can tell me what he likes. [though truth be told she doesn't mind cooking. it keeps her calm more than anything else.]