spamalot } { of bed swings and upcoming appointments

[beanchaointe]

Parrish: [and he's going to make a noise and roll over a bit, and sleepily blink awake because no... no this isn't the couch he's been crashing on the last few nights...]

Lydia: [well, there goes that plan] Morning, sunshine. [only, not morning, but details.]

Parrish: [looks over at her and groans] Oh god, did I fall asleep on you guys?

Lydia: [small smile] It's okay. You looked like you could use it.

Parrish: [sits up, rubbing at his face] Yeah, I have the overnight shift last night, and while Hughes is a good guy, his kids aren't the quietest.

Lydia: [she nods a bit at that, getting him a glass of water and making her way over] You know, I do know someone who has a nice, quiet soundproofed guest room. [she's not even going to be subtle.]

Parrish: [chuckling, taking the water gratefully. His eyes drift upwards, and he sighs. Because she has offered to let him stay with her ever since the fire, and he keeps turning her down because he doesn't want to take advantage of her hospitality while they are figuring out what they are.... and in his case, literally] Well, I have to admit this place is pretty snazzy.

Lydia: [she nods as she sits down next to him, before giving a bit of a sigh] Look, I'm not expecting anything. I'm not asking you to move in. But since I'm part of the reason why you no longer have an apartment, the least I could do is give you somewhere to sleep until you find your own place.

Parrish: [he smiles a bit, looking at the water a moment before her] I know you're not expecting anything. But I just don't want you to think that what happened is your fault, because it isn't. It's not your fault at all.

Lydia: My fault, no. I know that. But if I hadn't been at your apartment, the nogitsune probably wouldn't have firebombed it.

Parrish: To be fair, he firebombed the bar. My apartment just was collateral damage.

Lydia: The point still stands. If I was somewhere else, logic dictates he would have firebombed somewhere else.

Parrish: [sighs] Can't deny logic.

Lydia: And even if it wasn't, we were friends before I kissed you. If I hadn't kissed you, would you be so quick to say no?

Parrish: Um, maybe. Because in all honesty, I'd been thinking about kissing you for at least the last two bar 'dates' we've been on.

Lydia: [... okay she will let herself be momentarily distracted] So why didn't you?

Parrish: Because you needed a friend, with everything you were going through. And I didn't want to risk taking that from you if you weren't interested.

Lydia: [she sighs softly, before turning to face him more] Look, you've been a good friend to me. And you've helped me a lot more than you probably realize. Which is why I need to do this for you. [there's a pause as she lets that sink in] Please.

Parrish: [sighs, then smiles at her and nods] Alright, I think you talked me into it.

Lydia: [ at that, she grins] Of course I did. I always get what I want.

Parrish: [laughs] Is that so?

Lydia: Ask anyone. I'm sure they'll tell you the same thing.

Parrish: Maybe I should be worried then.

Lydia: Why's that?

Parrish: Because if you always get what you want, and I'm used to getting what I want.... [eyebrows raised in amusement]

Lydia: [eyebrows raise right back] No one's saying that can't be mutually beneficial.

Parrish: True.

Lydia: Especially if we both want the same things.

Parrish: Very true. [he grins] So I can go grab my stuff tonight from Hughes. Not that I have much stuff. [he has a duffle bag of donated clothes]

Lydia: [nods with a smile] I'll make sure the room's made up.

Parrish: Thank you. [and he's going to lean in, giving her a soft kiss]

Lydia: [it catches her by surprise, just a little, mostly because she's getting used to having that again, but she kisses him back, one hand coming up to brush against the side of his face gently] You're welcome.

Parrish: [he's not used to really doing that either. At least not in a way that is relationship type and not just the other way. So he just gives her a soft smile] So seeing that I fell asleep on the job, is there anything I can still help with?

Lydia: [shakes her head] No, we're good. I think it's basically down to bedrooms at this point.

Parrish: Okay. Well, I guess I should go then and get my stuff, and I have duty tonight again, but I'll finish at eight and can be back then.

Lydia: [nods as she gets up to walk him out] I'll make sure everything's ready by then.

Parrish: Awesome. I can also bring you breakfast. In thanks for this.

Lydia: We're having brunch with the Stilinskis, so you don't have to bring too much.

Parrish: [a moment because brunch with his boss... yeah, this is not going to be complicated at all] Alright. I'll at least bring you coffee. Just text me how you take it, okay?

Lydia: [she nods] I will. I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Parrish: See you tomorrow. [and he will head back to the deputy truck to head off to get his stuff, then work]

Lydia: [and Lydia will go to sleep like a normal person, but will remember to text him her coffee order before she does]

Parrish: [and he will return with it, arriving a few minutes ahead of the Stilinski's]

Lydia: [is setting the table while Cora is doing the cooking because she can manage bacon and eggs, and she looks up at him with a smile] Hey. You're just in time.

Parrish: Good. I like being on time. [hands her the coffee, and he held out a thing to Cora] They had croissants, so I thought it'd give you something you can serve, or freeze for yourselves for the week.

Cora: [glances back and takes the bag with a smile] Thanks. [and she pokes her head inside] Smells good.

Parrish: No problem. [he had left his bag at the steps to the upstairs on Lydia's side of the loft] I'll take my stuff upstairs before Sheriff gets here.

Stiles: [is cussing in the bathroom because stupid cast is stupid and he can't get the damn plastic bag off his hand]

Cora: And that's my cue. Lydia can you watch the bacon. [the redhead nods and Cora heads in the direction of the bathroom to find her boyfriend]

Parrish: [blinks] Is he okay?

Stiles: [gives Cora a pathetic look from under his wet bangs as he stands there in just his robe] I can't get the stupid knot undone and the scissors aren't in the drawer.

Lydia: He's fine. Just some one-handed troubles.

Cora: I got it. [and she'll work to get the knot open and the bag off his hands] And I'll find the scissors.

Parrish: [nods] Ah. Well, I'll be right back, okay? Then you can tell me what to do to help.

Stiles: [ sighs] Thank you. [and now to find the pair of jeans that had been altered to let him latch them with one hand]

Cora: [will help him look and hand them over when she finds them] Parrish is here, for when you come down.

Stiles: Did he actually leave at all?

Cora: He did. But Lydia finally convinced him to take the guest room so he's staying.

Stiles: Good. That's real good. [focused on his fly] I won't be as outnumbered now as the only guy in the loft. [smirks]

Cora: [she laughs] Nope. You will have some male solidarity.

Stiles: I'm liking him more and more by the minute. [doorbell] Crap. I need a shirt.

Cora: Relax. Lydia will stall.

Lydia: Coming! [and she'll mosey on over to open the door with a smile] Hey guys.

Dina: [grins] Hi Miss Lydia!!!!!

Lydia: Hi, Dina! Are you hungry?

Dina: Uh huh. Grandma and Grandpa wouldn't give me pancakes because they said we were having food here but Grandma snuck me an apple and some cheese anyway when Grandpa wasn't looking.

Sheriff: [looks at Melissa and laughs] Oh really?

Melissa: Would you rather have a completely starving child?

Sheriff: [considers] No, that's never gone well for me in the past.

Melissa: I thought so. [and with a nod, she turns back to get a good look at the place] This looks great.

Lydia: [nods] It came out really well. We'll give you the tour after we eat.

Sheriff: Looks like you can house half the Hales here if you needed to.

Dina: Where's my room? I have stuffs to put in it.

Lydia: Your room is upstairs. I'm sure your dad will take you to go see it after breakfast.

Stiles: [coming out of the bedroom, slicking his wet hair back with his good hand] Nah, I figured we were going to let her sleep under the stairs in a closet.

Sheriff: You know, I remember when you actually wanted that too, and kept asking me where your Hogwart's invitation was.

Cora: [follows behind him, shaking her head] You must have been so disappointed.

Stiles: I was, actually. I still regret never going to magic school.

Dina: Can I go to magic school, Daddy?

Stiles: Sure, honey. Though Cora and I were thinking of selling you to the circus. Do you want to join the circus?

Cora: [shakes her head as she goes to check on the food]

Melissa: [shakes her head as well] Still not giving up on those circus dreams, are you, Stiles?

Dina: [goes to follow Cora like a duckling]

Stiles: I would have been an amazing human cannonball and you both know it. Come on, let's go eat.

Parrish: [and look who appears coming down the stairs, dressed in human clothing]

Sheriff: Parrish?

Parrish: Sheriff.

Lydia: Jordan's going to be staying with us for a bit until he finds a new place. [just to clarify as she goes to take her seat at the table]

Cora: [glances over to Dina] Want to help?

Dina: Uh huh.

Stiles: I'm good with that. Keeps me from being the lone guy in the place.

Parrish: I'll try not to be in the way though, I promise.

Cora: [quickly puts the croissants into a basket before handing them off to her] Take these over to the table for me?

Dina: [grins and does so, carrying them carefully like it was a tray of gold, and then there is a basket and fingers trying to push them up just out of her reach next to Melissa]

Parrish: Can I help at all?

Cora: If you want to just conveyor belt stuff to the table, sure.

Melissa: [gently takes the basket from her and places it in the middle of the table] Thank you, Dina.

Parrish: [and he's up to do just that]

Dina: [goes back to help, but end up just leaning against Cora's leg and watching Parrish carefully]

Cora: [hands off the bacon and eggs to Parrish, before turning back to make sure the stove's off and grab the pancakes. One hand comes down as she does to rest on top of Dina's head] What's up, sweetie?

Parrish: [yup, he's got it all, putting it on the table and ignoring the amused look on John's face]

Dina: I don't know him.

Cora: That's Jordan. He works down at the police station with your Grandpa.

Dina: He's doesn't look like police man. He doesn't have on a uniform.

Stiles: [is making Dina a plate of food, her spot between him and Melissa] So how was your weekend with the princess.

Sheriff: It was fine. We took her to see that new movie with the animated squirrels.

Cora: Policemen don't wear their uniforms all the time. They wear normal clothes too.

Melissa: Fair warning - she loved it. I'd expect to go see it again.

Dina: But then how do you know they're policemen?

Stiles: Oh, I'm sure. Did you take Ryan too, or just her?

Cora: Sometimes they have badges that they wear around their neck or on their belt, but sometimes you don't know. When they're not in their uniform it means they're not working right then.

Melissa: We took them both. Gave Allison and Scott some adult time.

Dina: So he's not a police man right now because he's in jeans?

Stiles: I have come to cherish my adult time, so I'm sure they are just as thankful.

Sheriff: And speaking of adult time - your doctor called. Your appointment for the hand is set, and he said he can slip you in for the other test that you're overdue for at the same time.

Stiles: [looks confused for a second, and then nods] Yeah, that one. Um, I guess if I'm going to be there, an extra hour isn't going to really kill me.

Cora: [nope, ignoring that conversation, focusing on the four year-old] Yes and no. Do you know what "off duty" means?

Dina: [shakes her head] No.

Sheriff: Then I'll call him back and set it up. [looks towards the kitchen] You should probably have Cora come too, you know.

Stiles: Yeah, yeah I know.

Cora: Well, when your grandpa isn't in his uniform, he's still the sheriff, right?

Dina: Uh huh.

Cora: It's the same thing for Jordan. He's still a police officer, he's just not as easy to find.

Dina: Okay. [she gets that. mostly]

Cora: [she tried] Jordan's house burned down, so he's going to be staying here for a little bit, until he gets a new one. But he's really nice, I think you'll like him.

Dina: Is he sleeping in my room?

Cora: Nope. He has his own room.

Dina: Oh. Okay then. He can stay if he has his own room.

Cora: [she smiles a bit before nodding] Okay. Let's go eat.

Dina: [nods and goes to run to her seat, kneeling in the chair and looking up at Parrish] You can stay.

Parrish: [one eyebrow goes up] Thank you?

Cora: [follows with the pancakes] She wanted to make sure you weren't going to steal her room.

Parrish: Oh. No, I promise I won't steal your room. I mean, you have that amazing painting in it, and I can't really take that from you.

Dina; You can't have my painting. Mr. Klaus made it for me. You have to get him to make you your own.

Cora: [she laughs] That's what he's saying, sweetie. You can keep your painting.

Stiles: Pretty sure no one will take that from you, honey. [kisses the top of her head as he reaches for a croissant]

Dina: I am choosing not to share it. [said as she shoves a pancake in her mouth]

Cora: I don't think Klaus would expect you to.

Sheriff: I can't wait to see this painting now. [smirks]

Stiles: Oh, you can't miss it.

Cora: Klaus doesn't do anything halfway.

Dina: It is the best picture ever. I can show it to you now grandpa!

Stiles: No, eat breakfast first, baby. Thor isn't going anywhere.

Cora: No, he's staying right on the wall.

Dina: Except when he has to leave to go to ass guard.

Stiles: [nope, he will never not find that funny. Excuse his amused cough]

Cora: [smirks a bit as well] Yes, except for that.

Parrish: So you're into Thor, Dina?

Dina: Uh huh. He's the best super hero.

Parrish: Well, I like Captain America myself.

Dina: He and Thor are friends! They totally beat up Loki's minions together!

Lydia: [she sighs, as an aside to Cora] I'm going to have to watch those movies, aren't I?

Cora: Yep.

Stiles and Parrish: You haven't seen Captain America?

Sheriff: [no, he is completely amused at the stereo sound there]

Lydia: [looks up and blinks for a moment] Jackson made me see Iron Man?

Parrish: Have you seen any of the other Marvel movies?

Lydia: I wasn't really into superhero movies. Iron Man is the exception because it was payback for making him watch The Notebook five million times.

Stiles: If you haven't seen it, Parrish... I'm sorry, you will.

Parrish: I've seen it. I just like action movies more.

Lydia: I'm not as obsessed with it as I was in high school.

Stiles: I seem to recall a box of Nicholas Sparks blu rays.

Lydia: Exactly. Now I have variety.

Parrish: Well, I'm pretty sure Marvel and Sparks have a lot each. Could always rotate.

Lydia: [she shrugs] I guess we could.

Dina: I'll watch them too with you. You'll like the Black Widow. She is awesome and can totally beat everyone up.

Lydia: I'll keep that in mind.

Stiles: [and he's just going to focus on food, refilling Dina's plate, and then his own]

Parrish: [yes, food is good]

Cora: [yep. lots of food and eating chatting and eventually it's time to go see Dina's room]

Stiles: [walks Dina up, covering her eyes before opening the door. It's a princess superhero room, with a bed, a loft that was like a treehouse, and a swing over the bed]

Cora: [makes her way inside and leans against the far wall]

Stiles: And... open your eyes.

Dina: [blink, blink... SQUEAL and she's off running around the room trying to look at everything because OMG OMG OMG her own room and] Daddy is that a swing can I really play on it in my room and oh my god all my toys from home I haven't seen my toys and my dolls and Thor looks so pretty and... and... [bounce bounce bounce]

Cora: [smiles a bit at that as she watches her go]

Sheriff: I think you two did good with this. Though a swing, Stiles?

Stiles: It's right over her bed. She falls and she lands on it. She'll be fine.

Dina: [already trying to figure it out]

Cora: She'll be fine. She can't swing far enough to really hurt herself.

Dina: Grandma, Grandpa I can fly! [grinning]

Melissa: I can see that. [to Stiles] You sure you don't want a safety net somewhere?

Stiles: Even if she falls and misses the bed, it's a sprained ankle tops and she'll learn not to fall again. It's fine.

Melissa: Uh-huh. [she is skeptical of this]

Stiles: [it'll only be 6 months before Dina will break her wrist and he'll install one. Don't worry, Melissa]

Melissa: [Yeah, she thought so.]

Dina: [but for now, WHEEEEEEEEEEEE]

Cora: [as it should be]

Stiles: So you guys want to see the rest of the house?

Dina: Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes.

Lydia: Alright. Back out this way.

Dina: [and she's going to go run through the house, bouncing around each room, so excited at everything]

Stiles: [explaining where the things were on their side of the place, proud of his accomplishments]

Cora: [she and Lydia just follow them around, occasionally interjecting as they go]

Stiles: [will let Lydia choose how much she wants to show of her little upper wing]

Lydia: [it'll probably just be a formality really. The bedrooms aren't really set up to be tour worthy]

Stiles: [and then that will end the tour, and he, Parrish and John will go and grab the rest of Dina's stuff in the car while the girls hang out]

Cora: [yep, they're just going to chat on the couch. You do what you gotta do you strong men you.]

Sheriff: [and then everything is up and he joins the girls by the couch] And it's time for us to head out. Stiles, I'll call you Monday and we can set up the appointments?

Stiles: Sure thing, Dad.

Sheriff: Alright, come give us hugs and kisses, kiddo.

Dina: [hugging and kissing her grandparents]

Cora: [will reach for Stiles's hand and pull him down on the couch next to her]

Stiles: [yeah, he will, and Dina will jump onto the couch with them as well]

Cora: [curls into both of them and will wait until Lydia and Parrish wander off to do other things before asking ...] What appointment?

Stiles: [distracting Dina with his tablet before turning to her] Um, an MRI.

Cora: [nods a bit, a little bit of worry on her features] About your mom?

Stiles: [nods] Yeah, but it's nothing to be worried about. It's just... it's just um, taking a peek to make sure nothing develops. I'm supposed to get it every five years until I'm forty. I'm a few years off schedule.

Cora: [she nods a bit, shifting to let her head rest against his shoulder. She's going to worry anyway]

Stiles: You should come. That way if you have questions, you can ask my doctor while you're there. My part's boring - I'm just stuck in a machine for an hour.

Cora: If you want me to I can. School's out so it's not like I don't have time.

Stiles: I want you to. I mean, if you're going to marry me, you should know what we're getting into. [looks down at Dina and just pets her hair a bit] What our kids are at risk of. Which, if you're worried about that and don't want to... I won't blame you.

Cora: [she shakes her head a bit] Stiles, if they're wolves, they'll be fine.

Stiles: But if they aren't? I mean, Dina's not going to be one... so yeah.

Cora: [she nods] If she is ... I'm not saying she has to if she doesn't want to be one, but the bite would fix it.

Stiles: [he's just silent a bit, then nods] Then it'll be her choice.

Cora: [she nods] Of course.

Stiles: [he pets Dina's hair some more] So um... this kinda of testing is going to be pretty much most of my life. Because it's genetic and all.

Cora: Do you want me to go with you every time?

Stiles: [nods] Technically, since I'm in the machine, someone else has to be there to take notes and ask questions. And unless we discover immortality, Dad's not going to be able to do that for me forever.

Cora: [she nods a bit] I can do that.

Stiles: But it's only once every five years. Or, that's what it should be but like I said, I'm a few years late on this.

Cora: [she nods] Are there things I should look for? [she knows that even if they catch it early, there's still probably not much they can do but she at least wants to be paying attention]

Stiles: Probably. Dad's got a list somewhere. I don't remember much off the top of my head. The only times I’ve had this done was just before everything with Scott happened when I was sixteen, and then... a couple of months after we broke up.

Cora: [she nods] I'll ask him.

Stiles: [he actually knows all of it, Cora, in complete detail down to the least significant symptoms. He was obsessed with researching it. But he's not wanting to talk about it, especially not with Dina sitting there]

Cora: [she probably gets that, but it'll be easier coming from someone else anyway. She just knows that she needs to know]

Stiles: Um... but yeah. That's what that is about.

Cora: [she nods] Just let me know when the appointment is and I'll go.

Stiles: [nods.] Will do.

Cora: [nods and just curls into his side some more]

Stiles: [and he's just going to enjoy having his girls on either side of him, trying not to drift off into a happy nap right there]

Cora: [no one will judge him if he does, except maybe his daughter.]