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Dear Mr. Stilinski,
We are saddened to inform you, that your father passed on-
Stiles paused, he read the same short line over and over not able to bring himself to read the whole email. He didn’t even get a voicemail telling him his father was sick, to begin with...then again if he received anything from someone from there he would delete and ignore it in a matter of seconds.
Stiles sighed. Running a shaky hand through his hair this changed everything now, no doubt there would a funeral for the old man. And it was only customary that he would go...or at least to seem polite as much as he didn’t want to set foot in Beacon Hills again, or see the people that lived there...he had to do it for him.
“Daddy! Daddy!”
The male’s attention was quickly swept, by a small flash of hazel brown eyes and dark curly hair he felt a warm flutter in his chest. As he swooped down picking up the small excited child and placing him on his lap, there was a giggle innocent eyes gazing up at him before a small head tilted in curiousity.
“Daddy why are you crying?” The small boy asked in curiosity, Stiles frowned lifting a hand to brush against his cheek. Surprised when he felt a slight wetness and blushed “no reason baby...” he tells him, pressing a kiss to the small child’s head causing him to burst into a fit of giggles.
Stiles sighed happily, this little one was the only good thing that ever came out of living in Beacon Hills. And now he was subjecting him to it... “Camden” Stiles began running his fingers through the small boy’s endless curly hair, it was obvious who he inherited this little trait from and it obviously wasn’t him.
“I need you to go to your room, and pack your bag with clothes and toys okay?”
Camden blinked, there was a flash of understanding that didn’t belong in the small child’s eyes as he nodded. “Okay...are we going on a trip daddy?” Stiles nodded he figured that was a better way to call it, rather than trying to explain why they were going to a funeral for a grandparent he barely knew.
“Now hop to it and i’ll read you your favorite story tonight.” Camden’s lips curled into a wide smile, as he wiggled off his father’s lap and hurried toward his warm. Stiles chuckled and shook his head as he stood he had his own share of packing to do.
~*~
“The email has been sent sir.”
There was silence, red eyes shining with a glint of pure unadulterated happiness along with a hidden meaning, “and you are positive that he will come?” A slight nod of confirmation that made the glint in those eyes shine brighter.
Good Stilinski, may have deserted Beacon Hills without so much of a goodbye, but he would return to attend his dear father’s funeral wouldn’t he? He wasn’t completely heartless no matter how much he wanted to portray himself to be.
And the moment he stepped into their territory, he can finally place his plans into action he would not let that precious little male slip from his grasp once again.
And this time Stiles would be his.
~*~
Stiles gazed into the rearview mirror, the image of Camden passed out in the backseat of his car caused him to let out a sigh. It didn’t take long for the boy to fall asleep and he was thankful for it, as he didn’t know how to answer the endless questions fired his way.
Most of them being: where are we going? Why are we going there? And most of all: are we there yet? But after half a bottle juice, and a CD of the wiggles that he always kept stashed away Camden fell asleep in a awkward position in the back seat. But knew it was more than comfortable for the small boy.
Stiles bit his bottom lip as they passed the, Welcome To Beacon Hills sign gripping the steering wheel with more force than required, it was too late to turn back now...they had already came this far...he pulled into knowing from pure memory where they were going.
He pulled into his old home with a sigh, it was eerie not seeing his father’s truck in the driveway and having it so vacant. He had never seen it so empty since the days that led after his mother’s death, he placed the car in park and pulled the key out of the ignition stepping out of the driver seat and closing the door quickly.
“Hey Cam” he whispered as he opened the passenger side door, reaching over to gently shake the boy awake causing him to twitch and blink owlishly at him. Stiles smiled unbuckling the seat belt causing Camden to reach out toward him, tiny fingers clenching and unclenching as his father picked him up in his arms.
Resting his head on Stiles shoulder, “stay awake just a little bit longer” the older male said as he closed the door and reached into his pocket, holding onto his son with one arm Camden grumbled letting out a small puff of air. As he whispered “tired...” just as Stiles found the house key.
“I know buddy but you’ll be able to sleep in a minute.” He said walking up the path toward the front door,...when he heard it...the sound of quick moving footsteps and a curious growl. It only took a second for Stiles to still and tense but in that second, he determined whether or not the source of those noises were nearby along with what could possibly make those noises.
He heard a shuffling, and wondered whether or not he had time to place Camden onto the ground he couldn’t fight with the small boy in his arms.
“Stiles?”
Dear god he would have preferred a predator, or hell even a ravenous bear rather than.... “Scott” Stiles sighed, as he slowly turned toward the male in question. Who was currently giving him a look as if he had expected anyone but him.
“So...Scott...what’s up?”