spamalot } { of thor on a pony and hangovers

[arbalete]

[Klaus stumbles across Dina drawing in the Abattoir and stops to ask her what she’s doing.]

Dina: But I'm not supposed to talk to strangers.

Klaus: [his eyebrows go up a bit] Well, this is my house. I can't be that much of a stranger, now can I? [he gives her a small smile] My name is Klaus.

Dina: [thinks about that a moment] You're Mr. Elijah's brother?

Klaus: That I am.

Dina: Oh. Okay, then I can talk to you because daddy said that Mr. Elijah's brother was a friend of Cora's.

Klaus: Your daddy is right. Cora is a dear friend.

Dina: She's going to be my mommy one day.

Klaus: Well, you are a very lucky girl. She is going to be an excellent mother.

Dina: [grins] I know. She's a lot better than my real mommy.

Klaus: I'm sure she is. Not that I can say for certain, as I've never met her, but since Cora is my friend, I'm inclined to be biased.

Dina: What does biased mean?

Klaus: It means you like the first option too much to consider any others.

Dina: Oh. [totally gets it. Somewhat. She's smart, but it's a big word] So we were going to color?

Klaus: Yes, we are. [he extends a hand to her as he starts to stand] But I have something much better to color on.

Dina: [takes his hand easily] Awesome.

Klaus: [and with that he will lead her upstairs to his art room where he has a large easel with a blank canvas sitting on it. He reaches for one of the stools and drags it over, before lifting it up and sitting her on it] So. What are we going to draw?

Dina: A pony. I really like ponies. And Thor. Thor on a pony.

Klaus: Thor on a pony. I think I can manage that. [he picks up a pencil and stares at it for a moment, before starting to sketch soft lines across the canvas. It takes a little time, but soon there's the blond Norse god with a hammer, sitting astride a great horse on top of a mountain.]

Dina: That's amazing! Can I help you color in the lines now?

Stiles: [and he will be coming home downstairs right now with Liam and some groceries]

Klaus: Of course. But on canvas, it's better to use paint. [he places the pencil down, before going to gather brushes and various paint colors. He hears the shuffle of people downstairs, but he also assumes that Elijah or Andrea heard their conversation and will be able to point Stiles in the direction of his daughter]

Dina: [is just going to let Klaus show him how to use the paint brushes right and pays very special attention to the way to hold them and put paint on it and get all the paint off before changing colors]

Stiles: [yup, he's told and heads upstairs after checking on Lucy, standing in the doorway a bit and watching]

Klaus: [totally knows he's there but isn't going to distract the little girl until her father decides to make himself known. And honestly, he's more than happy to teach, if she's got the interest to learn.] Now are we going with red for the cape, then?

Dina: Yup. A royal red, because Thor is the son of Odin and he's the king of Asgard.

Stiles: [he promises Cora that he would be nice to Klaus, so he just nods and goes off to check on the others first and lets them finish their drawing before he comes back again to check on them]

Klaus: Of course. We would be irresponsible for it not to be. [he reaches for the red and squirts some out onto the pallet and puts some on the brush] Why don't you take care of the cape, and I'll tackle the hammer?

Dina: Okay. Don't forget to make sure the symbols stand out. Mule-ner is very special and needs to be respected. [totally her dad's words]

Klaus: Understood. [and he'll do his best with the detail work but he's not as versed in the MCU as her father is. He's doing his best, however]

Stiles: [after a moment] It's more like a Triquetra there.

Klaus: [glances back at him, before looking at his work and nodding] I stand corrected.

Dina: Hi Daddy!

Stiles: Hey baby. You two having fun?

Dina: Uh huh. Mr. Klaus is helping me draw Thor on a pony!

Klaus: I am never one to deny an artist her muse. [he finishes the Triquerta before turning back to Stiles again] Klaus Mikaelson. I would shake your hand, but ... [he holds up his hands and shows the paint on them]

Stiles: [nods] I appreciate the gesture anyway. I'm Stiles. Stilinski.

Klaus: [he smirks a bit at that] Aha. The mate I've heard about.

Stiles: Fiancé, but yes, that would be me. [small grin] And you're the one who helped Tyler out of his... problem.

Klaus: That I am. [he picks up the brush again and starts working on the mane of the horse] I'm sorry I wasn't here to greet you earlier - there was some business I had to take care of in the bayou that couldn't wait.

Stiles: Hey, being shuttled in during the middle of the night in witness protection style - can't really plan for a big welcoming party. It's understandable.

Klaus: [nods a bit] I hope you don't mind the art project, either. It seems your daughter and I have a common interest.

Stiles: Well, it's not like you're trying to get her addicted to crack. Usually she draws with Lydia. I suck at it.

Dina: Daddy, what's crack?

Stiles: Something you're never going to go near, sweetie. Anyone offers you crack, you tell them no and come straight home. Got it?

Dina: Yup. [and back to painting]

Klaus: [chuckles softly] Yes, well, I am happy to oblige her while she's here.

Stiles: [nods. He's got no reason not to let Dina spend time with Klaus, but he just has that fatherly protective worry and he's heard stories about the New Orleans wolves.] Be careful what you ask for. You may find yourself chained to that easel with enough requests to fill the Met.

Klaus: You haven't seen my own collection.

Stiles: Well, Cora mentioned you liked to paint when you needed to focus.

Klaus: [he nods] I find it very calming.

Stiles: I usually just pound on a keyboard. Though lately I've been taking up running. [rubs at his nose as he comes closer to look at the picture]

Dina: Daddy, can I hang this in my new bedroom?

Stiles: You'll have to ask Mr. Klaus to autograph it for you first.

Klaus: It would be my pleasure.

Stiles: Well, we brought back stuff for dinner, so you two will probably need to clean up soon.

Klaus: Understood. We're almost finished.

Dina: Thank you, Daddy.

Stiles: See you both downstairs in a bit. [and he's going to just nod and back himself out of the room, which is just really extending a lot of trust your way, Klaus. That's his baby]

Klaus: [he can appreciate that, and fifteen minutes later they are both coming downstairs, clean of paint and ready to eat]

Liam: [is feeding Lucy while Stiles is helping make plates for the little ones at the table]

Klaus: Anyone need a hand anywhere?

Stiles: How good are you at carving a roast?

Andrea: [from the kitchen] Klaus, get in here!

Klaus: Apparently, I'm acceptable.

Stiles: Good luck. [Andrea is sweet and scary all at the same time]

Klaus: [smirks as he heads into the kitchen]

Allison: [is feeding Noah, as she sits at the table] I heard you talking with him earlier.

Stiles: [goes to puts plates in front of Ryan, Dina and Jonathan, all finger foods they can feed themselves] Yeah, he was painting with Dina.

Allison: [nods a bit] So he's ... okay?

Stiles: I haven't found a reason not to like him. History aside. [kisses Dina's head as he puts a fork in her hand] I mean, Cora tells me I can, and Tyler's told me stuff, but he's grateful for Klaus' help so. [he shrugs]

Allison: [gives a bit of a shrug herself] Okay.

Stiles: You doing okay? [he goes to check on Liam and Lucy, but Liam waves him away, muttering that he can take care of his sister himself]

Allison: [takes a deep breath and shrugs] About as okay as I can be.

Stiles: [goes to sit next to her, putting his hand on top of hers] We'll be back home soon, okay? I mean, the amount of them working on this, it won't take too long for them to figure it all out.

Allison: [nods a bit, before looking up at him with a small smile] Scott and I haven't been apart like this since Ryan was born.

Stiles: Yeah, well I've got a lot of experience from being apart from Cora against my will. [snorts and rubs at his neck with his free hand]

Allison: [there's a soft look at that] At least this time you know she'll be there when it's over.

Stiles: Yeah, yeah she will. [just hopefully all in one piece and not grieving her brother] But um, yeah, if you just find something to focus your attention on, it helps. Though I really advise against frat parties. Not a lot of good choices came out of that distraction method.

Allison: [her eyebrows go up a bit at that, because there's a story there. she knows it.]

Stiles: [laughs a bit] Yeah, you don't want to know.

Allison: Oh, I really think I do. But it later. Over alcohol.

Stiles: Sure, lower my filters to get me to reveal horrible stories from my past. I always forget how horrible of a person you can be. [smirks]

Allison: [she grins] I have to entertain myself somehow.

Stiles: Uh huh. You know, there's a television over there with I bet like five thousand stations. Its sole purpose is entertainment.

Allison: Come on! I will share embarrassing Northwestern stories from me and Lydia?

Stiles: [licks his lips because hmmm, that could be worth the tradeoff] Let me think about it.

Allison: [nods as the Mikaelsons start to bring out dinner] Sounds good. [her tone is incredibly grateful. she needs the distraction]

Stiles: [and then it's food, and then a lot of bath times and bedtime stories and then] Yeah, I could totally use that drink. Remind me that like, three kids is my limit, okay?

Allison: [chuckles a bit before nodding] Got it. [and with that she'll go grab two glasses and a bottle of Scotch that Klaus said they were welcome to] I'm still holding out for a girl.

Stiles: I don't blame you. Girls are a lot easier, I've learned. [heads out to the balcony because jazz music.]

Allison: [follows, grabbing one of the chairs near the table sitting there] Plus leading the Argent family is kind of a female thing. I'm not handing it off to some other branch of the family if I can help it.

Stiles: You may want to get Scott tested then. See if he even has like, girl making abilities.

Allison: [she laughs] Well, we've only got two boys so far. I think that's normal odds, kind of?

Stiles: True. But when you hit like three and four...

Allison: Then I'll start to worry. But we aren't even thinking about number three right now.

Stiles: [has no idea he totally jinxed them] Well, when you do then.

Allison: [nods a bit, before nudging one of the glasses towards him] And we are not here to talk about my kids.

Stiles: [takes the glass and shakes his head] Make it a double then.

Allison: [and she will happily pour him one] So. Frat parties.

Stiles: [he's going to take a sip and lean back in the chair, feet on the railing] Well, so my school didn't have frats, but it was close enough to LA that we could just go to other school's parties. And my buddies figured that the best way to get over a girl was to find a new girl.

Allison: I take it that didn't end well.

Stiles: Well, at one of them I learned for certain that I'm so not gay? [smirks]

Allison: [eyebrows go up a bit] You weren't sure of that before?

Stiles: Well, I was pretty sure, but I mean, come on, you don't just think you can't be. You could be, you just never know until you try. And so um, after the forth girl they tried to set me up with just didn't stick... [rubs at his nose] Yeah, that was a no.

Allison: [laughs a bit - not at Stiles just at the situation] They didn't think to try backing off instead?

Stiles: They had good intentions, and well, I was lonely. I mean, Cora was like... she was five years of my life. And in college, she was over often enough that I had gotten used to not always sleeping alone at that point.

Allison: Did any of it help?

Stiles: [shakes his head] Not really.

Allison: [there's a sympathetic face] If it had been me, I don't think it would have helped either.

Stiles: [drinks the rest of his glass] But I can tell you, I learned that accidently calling out the wrong girl's name in a moment of passion is a horrible offense that will have you walking home with just a red solo cup as underwear.

Allison: ..... Oh my God.

Stiles: Yeah. Luckily that party was on campus so I didn't have far to go. But campus security heard there was a streaker and I was having to duck in bushes to avoid them and thorns suck in all the wrong places.

Allison: [winces] Ouch.

Stiles: You think that's bad. I think I sent my suitemate into counseling asking him to help me get out the ones I couldn't reach.

Allison: [and at that, she laughs] I'm sure he'll recover.

Stiles: [chuckles and sits back with his refilled glass] But yeah, and then there was karaoke night. [shakes his head] Where I found out I could actually sing, but never, ever have your friends select your songs.

Allison: Madonna?

Stiles: Rebecca Black.

Allison: [okay, now she's really laughing, give her a minute]

Stiles: [smirks, sipping his drink. he hasn't told anyone some of these stories. Well, except Scott. Scott usually got the hung over "remind me never to drink again" calls]

Allison: [assumes Scott knows everything already. She takes a deep breath as she calms, shaking her head] I'm sure you were a hit.

Stiles: She actually has more than one song, surprisingly. But I was amazing at Friday.

Allison: I am so sorry I missed it.

Stiles: [thinks a moment, then goes to his phone and pulls up YouTube. He holds it over to her where he actually has the link saved from where one of his friends uploaded it. Enjoy a video of a VERY drunk Stiles singing perfectly on key and doing very silly hand motions]

Allison: [takes the phone from him and she tries, really hard, to keep it together, but yeah. That doesn't work. By the time it's over she's trying to discreetly wipe the tears away from her eyes] How did you manage to sound that good while so drunk?

Stiles: I think the alcohol actually helped me sound better than I do sober.

Allison: Well, I guess we all have our drunk talents.

Stiles: Yup. And mine is not trying to tie a cherry stem into a bow with my tongue. I swear I spent a week trying to do that after this girl.... let's just say amazing tongue talents and leave it there. [thinks] She wasn't the one who graced me with the solo cup walk of shame though.

Allison: [head tips to the side as she hands his phone back] How many girls were there?

Stiles: [takes the phone back, putting it on the table next to him] Not to sound like that kind of guy... but I didn't really keep count. I don't know if Scott told you about it, but senior year of college... I wasn't really in a good place.

Allison: [she shakes her head] No, I'm not judging. You guys just took ... startlingly different approaches.

Stiles: [looks over at her] Really?

Allison: [nods] Cora ... everything was school, school, school. I was honestly surprised when Lydia told me about Tyler, because she had isolated herself so much.

Stiles: [sips at his drink] You know, when I took that job with Google... they offered me any location i wanted. In the entire world. You knew that, right?

Allison: [she nods] Scott was bragging about it.

Stiles: At first, I was thinking of going to Boston. But she was so adamant about not being together that I just... I couldn't do that to her, you know?

Allison: [nods a bit] I think she would have liked you there. But I think in some ways Tyler was good for her too. I think she needed something with no expectations, if only for a little while. [she gives a bit of a shrug] She never was a carefree teenager, you know? She was always ... kind of boxed in, I guess. Not that that's your fault, but I think you were the one that scared her the most.

Stiles: Yeah, we've talked about it. And I get it now. It's just... [he sighed, finishing his second glass and going to refill it again] The only reason I took Mountain View's location was because of my team. A large part of me just wanted to get as far from Beacon Hills as I could and never look back. Well, except for the holidays and all.

Allison: Where would you have gone, if not Boston?

Stiles: Sydney. Or Warsaw. I thought maybe going to Poland, people could actually pronounce my name. [laughs]

Allison: [laughs] That is definitely a perk.

Stiles: Yeah, it would have been. And you guys could have just come to visit me at the holidays.

Allison: Would you have just ... never come back ever?

Stiles: [looks at his drink] Honestly, Allison? Back at that point of my life... I kinda hated all of you. It was nothing you did, but I just wasn't in a good place.

Allison: [nods slowly. She can understand that.] Yeah. I get it.

Stiles: I mean, senior year was awesome for you guys. Isaac and Scott both proposed to you and Malia. You guys were having your dreams come true. You had the loves of your lives and this amazing future ahead of you. And I couldn't have that. So yeah, I kinda hated all of you, and Malia and Scott were packmates with Cora, so I just became the odd man out by default.

Allison: Scott never wasn't on your side. You know that, right?

Stiles: [nods] Yeah, I know. Malia was pretty much very vocal about being on my side too, but I think we all knew that I didn't have a future in Beacon Hills that didn't include Cora. [shrugs]

Allison: [nods a bit. It's unfortunate, but it's true. She can't deny that] But now you do - have a future there, I mean.

Stiles: Yeah, I do. [smiles] A few years later than where I was hoping it'd be, but it's there.

Allison: Better late than never.

Stiles: [nods and rubs at his neck, his fingers touching the mate mark carefully] Yeah, no, I know. And we're probably better for it.

Allison: [a small smile] I think so too. If she had tried to push things back then, I think she would have just been ... second guessing things a lot. Not because of you, but because of her. It's better now.

Stiles: Yeah. And I'm finally feeling that I'm closer to being my old self than I thought I was going to be.

Allison: Good. I'm glad.

Stiles: You know, when I came back - I was pretty certain I wasn't going to stay. [chuckles] If the brothers hadn't tried to kill me, I probably would have been long gone by now, and never once stepped on Hale land.

Allison: Maybe. But I think you would have still found your way back to her eventually.

Stiles: [looks over at Allison, smirking] You're still a romantic at heart, you know that right?

Allison: [she just shrugs as she takes a sip of her drink] Sometimes there is such a thing as fate.

Stiles: [nods and sips his drink] Well, I have to say one thing - all the shit I went through in my life since Cora broke up with me... I wouldn't trade any of it away if it meant I didn't have Dina. She's the only good thing that came out of all this.

Allison: [smiles a bit at that] She is pretty perfect.

Stiles: You know she is going to rule all of the kids. It's the start of her conquest to take over the world.

Allison: [laughs] Well, she does aspire to be a demigod.

Stiles: She did have Klaus draw her Thor on a pony. [smirks as he sips his drink]

Allison: And I bet she's going to make you take that home.

Stiles: Oh, that's already been asked. Klaus is going to autograph it for her too.

Allison: Good.

Stiles: I do worry how she'll take to a baby down the road. She's used to being the center of attention.

Allison: She says she wants one, doesn't she?

Stiles: Yeah, but saying you want one and actually having one are different things.

Allison: True. It'll probably depend on if it's a boy or a girl - and who the baby takes to more.

Stiles: Yeah. But I mean, it's good that she and Cora already love each other. I think she loved Cora before I was actually able to love her again.

Allison: No, it is. But if the new baby is a girl, and you're the one giving it most of the attention ... [it could be bad]

Stiles: Yeah, I don't want her to think I’m replacing her.

Allison: I think you'll be able to handle it. It'll just take some getting used to.

Stiles: [nods] I'm sure. [pauses a moment] You know, you still owe me stories for your end of this bargain. Don't think I've forgotten. [refilling his glass again. He is also maybe a bit slurring in his words.]

Allison: [she laughs a bit at that, feeling warm and buzzy from the alcohol herself.] Alright, alright. So freshman year, Lydia decided that she and I should go sorority shopping.

Stiles: Of course Lydia would be the one to do that.

Allison: She thought it was very important. But with sororities came frat parties, so most weekends were spent exploring.

Stiles: [laughs] And we're back to frat party stories?

Allison: Oh, we are. [she grins a bit] Most of the guys were pretty great - we liked them more than we liked the sorority girls we were supposed to be making friends with - but some of them were basically your stereotypical frat boy. That's where they got into trouble.

Stiles: Do I want to know how many you two took down?

Allison: Pretty much all of Delta Kappa Gamma. Just picture Lydia trying to explain the second law of thermodynamics to a pack of football players drunk on jungle juice.

Stiles: I take it there’s no YouTube video of that, huh?

Allison: Sadly, no. It was pretty amazing, though.

Stiles: See, if my guys had dragged me to that party, I think they would have all instantly fallen in love with her. She would have had her own nerd herd.

Allison: [she laughs] She was one of the few women in the Advanced Mathematics department. Trust me, she had one.

Stiles: I'm sure.

Allison: [she sighs] Sometimes I wish she never went to Boston. I miss that part of her.

Stiles: [nods] Yeah, me too. They ever find the alpha who bit her?

Allison: [shakes her head] Cora never said. She never even got a look at him - she didn't know anything was wrong until she got the call that Lydia was in the hospital.

Stiles: [sighs] That sucks.

Allison: [nods] It does. She seems to be getting better, though. I'm not really sure what she's doing differently, but she seems a little more ... balanced.

Stiles: Well, she has a new friend. An actual friend, not a "friend" friend.

Allison: [her eyebrows go up curiously] Oh?

Stiles: Oh, you didn't hear? She's been hanging out with one of my Dad's younger deputies. Parrish.

Allison: Oh. [she shakes her head] Guess I've been out of the loop.

Stiles: She's quiet about it. I only know because of my Dad, actually.

Allison: Is he nice?

Stiles: Yeah, Dad says he's a great guy. No one knows why the hell he chose to come to Beacon Hills of all places.

Allison: [she gives a bit of a shrug] I guess it just seemed like the place to be.

Stiles: He's going to be in for a hell of a surprise one day.

Allison: If he hasn't gotten it already.

Stiles: The good thing is that Dad tends to send him off on the calls she makes to sites so that the other deputies don't have to figure out what to do with her.

Allison: Good. She could do with less of those assholes.

Stiles: My thoughts exactly.

Allison: [deep breath] Maybe having someone outside of us will help her, somehow.

Stiles: I hope so. I mean, I'll admit there are days where sometimes I'm a bit overwhelmed and thank God for Billy and Nick and their stupid 80 movie references.

Allison: [nods a bit] It can help, to have an outside perspective.

Stiles: Or just a person who isn't, you know, supernatural. A normal human.

Allison: Or a hunter. Or ... been embroiled in the supernatural since they were sixteen.

Stiles: You know, being away from everyone... I got to be a normal human again for a while. It was weird.

Allison: Do you miss it?

Stiles: [swirls his drink around a bit] Parts of it.

Allison: Enough to want to go back?

Stiles: Times like this? Yeah, and drag the rest of you with me.

Allison: For some of us, we're never really going to be free of it.

Stiles: I know. [he looks behind him a bit] I was worried for a while with Dina... letting her be friends with everyone. She's never going to be like the rest of the kids could.

Allison: [well, she could. but not until she was old enough to make that choice for herself] Maybe not. But that doesn't mean she's any less a part of the pack.

Stiles: I'm pretty sure Talia would have tried to fight me for custody if I left.

Allison: [laughs] Yep, you're probably right.

Stiles: But again, I think Talia would have fought for custody of me if I tried to protest.

Allison: I know that it was the rest of us trying to pin you down ninety percent of the time, but I think that was just to save you from Talia alpha-ordering you to stay. Because I'm pretty sure once you got into her house, she had zero intention of letting you leave.

Stiles: [nods] I don't know if I've ever really said it... but I'm really thankful you did that. Even if I fought you all the way.

Allison: [small smile] Anytime. Really.

Stiles: I came back from Mountain View a complete asshole and I will readily admit it.

Allison: All the more reason for us to not give you what you want.

Stiles: [laughs, smiling easily with the drink in his head] I have the best friends. Really.

Allison: Don't you ever forget it.

Stiles: Pretty sure none of you will let me. [deep, relaxing breath]

Allison: True enough.

Stiles: You remember that night, right after Laura's wedding where we were all around the bonfire and just relaxing before we all went off on our separate paths?

Allison: [nods a bit] Yeah, I remember.

Stiles: [he does too because sex against a tree. but that's not what he's thinking] I really miss times like that. Just all of us, nothing else in the world but the six of us.

Allison: [nods a bit] Me too. Everything was so much easier back then.

Stiles: Why'd we have to go and grow up, Allison?

Allison: Because everybody's gotta grow up sometime. Whether we want to or not.

Stiles: I still want a refund on my adult life.

Allison: I'll see if I can look into that for you.

Stiles: Thanks. [sips his drink a moment] You know, if you guys want to know anything about what happened to me...

Allison: I'll admit that I do, but I don't want you to feel like you're being interrogated for it. If you want to tell me something, tell me. If not, you can keep it to yourself.

Stiles: [shrugs, sipping the bourbon. He's nice and relaxed from the alcohol in his system at this point] Honestly, Laura's helped me through most of the bad stuff at this point. And Cora and I kinda just... don't bring it up unless we need to talk about something. So I wouldn't know what to really say without prompting. If I'm not ready, I'll just tell you.

Allison: [she nods a bit, tapping her finger against the mouth of her glass for a moment. The alcohol has taken away the filters because she should know better than to ask this question, but it's the first one that comes to mind] Do you miss her?

Stiles: Nope. Not in the least.

Allison: Not even a little?

Stiles: [he sips his drink] I never really loved her. [it was something he had talked to Laura about once] While it's not really an excuse for what she did... in the end I did use her too, in a way. Not nearly like how she used me, but I did use her. I used her to be able to have what you guys were all having, and I felt I couldn't have. She used that desire in me for her own means, but no, I never really loved her, and I don't miss it at all.

Allison: [small thoughtful noise at that] Do you still resent Cora for what she did?

Stiles: Yeah. But I've move on from that. I've seen how it helped her, and how it changed her for the better, but I think we both know I'm always going to still be angry at the pain I went through. I can forgive, but I can't forget.

Allison: [nods a bit] I don't think she would expect you too.

Stiles: We talked about it, and she understands. Just like how I understand why she did it, and how I was overbearing back then. We both made choices, they both had their own ripple effects, but it's still brought us to being who we are today and the relationship we have now. It's not as pretty as it used to be, but I think in a lot of ways, it's stronger.

Allison: Which is the more important thing.

Stiles: Exactly. [smirks a bit and sips his drink] We may not have the perfect love story known as Scallison, but we have what we are, and it's good enough for me.

Allison: [she laughs a bit at that] Scott and I are not perfect. You're forgetting that time period where my dad wanted to legitimately murder him.

Stiles: [laughs] Oh trust me, there are going to be a lot of boys that I'm going to want to legitimately murder in the next, oh, ten years. Like that stopped either of you two.

Allison: You don't hunt teenage boys for a living. And no, it didn't stop us. But it definitely made me think about it.

Stiles: Hey, I remember you two in high school. I had to play your unwilling messenger system for a while even. But no, we all knew you two would be one of those forever couples back then.

Allison: That didn't mean I didn't have doubts, Stiles. There were moments when I wondered why we even bothered.

Stiles: So what kept pulling you back?

Allison: [she's quiet for a moment, and then a small smile crosses her face] Whenever I was with him, none of that really mattered. He made me stronger. It took me a while to get it, but I did.

Stiles: And those adorable brown eyes didn't help any either, right?

Allison: No, they did not.

Stiles: I think there was like, five minutes where I wasn't sure if I was gay for Scott in my life. Then I realized he was like my brother and it would be weird and I got over it.

Allison: [she laughs] I'm glad, because I don't know what I'd do without him at this point.

Stiles: I think he likes you better anyway in that way.

Allison: I'd hope so. We've got two kids, he's not allowed to go anywhere now.

Stiles: So no episodes of wife swapping in your future. Got it. [smirking]

Allison: Nope. He's all mine. He's just gotta live with it.

Stiles; Pretty sure he's not complaining about it at all. [relaxes back again]

Allison: Good.

Stiles: [he sips his bourbon] Do you think it's horrible of me not to miss Suzanna at all?

Allison: Horrible of you? No. [she shakes her head] The way she hurt you I'm sure a lot of people wouldn't blame you. I guess I'm more surprised than anything else.

Stiles: The whole time I was with her, I missed Cora. And honestly, if she hadn't been pregnant, I probably never would have married her. Or stay married to her as long as I did.

Allison: [she takes a deep breath] If she hadn't have been pregnant, things wouldn't have went the way they did at my wedding.

Stiles: [looks over at her, confused] What do you mean?

Allison: Cora met her, at the wedding. She knew Suzanna was pregnant.

Stiles: [sits up a bit more] She never told me that.

Allison: Suzanna was a total bitch to her. I don't blame her for not telling you.

Stiles: I don't either. But what happened?

Allison: After she went to get some air, she came back in and Suzanna and I were talking. Suzanna basically cornered her and talked down to her like she was ... [grits her teeth a bit] ... I tried to say something, but she waved me off, said she just came to say goodbye. Tyler had her back though.

Stiles: [nods] I'm not surprised. I... except for my coworkers, I didn't have any friends in Mountain View. She tended to make it hard. [he leaned forward, lacing his hands a bit] I um... One of our last fights before I left... she told me outright she only got pregnant to get me to marry her because her father told her to. I... I was always safe Allison. She told me that she had been poking holes in all my condoms for months to make it look like an accident. [he rubs his face with his good hand] I guess growing up here with werewolves and folks I knew my whole life, I never really imagined there were people in the world that manipulative.

Allison: [sighs softly reaching over to place his hand over his] You have Dina. And you got away from her. That's the part that matters.

Stiles: [nods] Yeah. And I finally got to come home. Really, really come home. And I didn't realize how much I missed it.

Allison: [small smile] We missed you too.

Stiles: [smiles back]

Allison: [she gives his hand a squeeze before glancing at her watch] And I should try and get some sleep before Noah decides that I've had enough and I need to be awake and give him my full attention.

Stiles: You go do that. I'm not all that sleepy yet, but I also have a child who sleeps through the night.

Allison: [she nods a bit, before getting up and heading inside] Goodnight, Stiles.

Stiles: Night. [and he's going to just sit there listening to the music, sipping his alcohol]

Allison: [she's going to go sleep ... until about four AM when Noah wakes up with a vengeance.]

Stiles: [and he's only up and down as Lucy cries out for her daddy and only have Stiles and Liam there to soothe her]

Allison: [Poor Lucy. She's around if you need a maternal touch]

Stiles: [nah, he's got it. But it's been a long time since he had a baby in the house and he's hogging the coffee maker in the morning because baby + hangover = oh my god the sun needs to be shot down out of the sky]

Allison: [she's not doing much better really, she's almost-dozing on the counter. The only reason she looks like she's sitting up is because her chin is resting in her hand]

Liam: [snorts as he comes in, then heads for the fridge because orange juice is good for you] You two look like mom and dad did when Lucy first moved in.

Allison: [holds up a finger with one hand] Be quiet, teenager. Relish your inability to be sleep deprived while you can.

Liam: [chuckles] You poor humans and your sleep cycles. [sits across from them, smirking] You both smell like alcohol too.

Allison: Shhhh you with your nose.

Davina: [saunters in for breakfast reaching for one of the apples with Josh hot on her heels] You're insane.

Josh: You say that now, but I'm telling you by the end of the week it will be all over school. [he leans against the counter while his eyes wander over the others]

Davina: [shakes her head because he's totally crazy, before glancing over to Liam] Hey, Liam, we were going to go hang out in the quarter today. Want to come?

Liam: [looks up and smiles, his eyes lingering on Josh when he's not looking maybe a moment longer than he should, before he looked back at Stiles and Allison] I dunno. I think we may need to have a responsible adult left in the household.

Stiles: Seriously, Liam unless you want me to show you places lacrosse sticks shouldn't go...

Allison: [tosses Stiles a look and she totally caught that look over at Josh] Go. Be a kid. We get some coffee in us, we'll be fine.

Josh: [tooooooootally oblivious though, which is probably for the best right now] So, mystery new boy? You in or you out?

Liam: I'm in. [and he's finishing his OJ and getting up to join them, all smiles]

Davina: We'll have him back before dinner, promise. [and with that, she'll lead the way out the door and into the city]

Allison: [will wait until he's out of earshot before] I can't decide if that boy is going to eat him alive or not.

Stiles: [he's pressing his forehead against the cool table] No idea what you're talking about.

Allison: [glances back to him] Liam and Davina's friend.

Stiles: [turns his head to look at him] I'm missing like three chapters from this story you're weaving.

Allison: [she glances back at him and smirks] Liam was totally giving him a once over. You need to pay more attention.

Stiles: I'm sorry, I think you forgot the part where you got me hammered last night and then I had a nine month old who decided she didn't want to sleep past two.

Allison: I have a six month old, who is barely sleeping through the night. You're a wimp.

Stiles: Shut up and hand me more coffee.

Allison: [laughs and gets up to get him another mug]