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2005 Laura 18, Stiles 9

Stiles was pretty sure he was going to die today. He held tight to Laura’s hand as she pulled him down the block along a small one way side street in the “historic” district towards a place he’d dreamed of but sworn to his Dad never ever to enter. But here he was not even getting to goggle up at the marquee that simply read Valhalla in bright teal and hot pink neon.

The door didn’t ring or jingle or anything normal, instead a tinny “EXCELSIOR!” announced their entry. Not that Stiles heard it; he was busy feeling his spirit leave his body and ascend to singing angel choirs as in all directions his gaze was full of comics, maquettes, action figures, and just about enough nerdery to make him feel faint. “Oh my god...” he whispered, awestruck.

Laura dragged his mostly limp form forward to the large glass counter that contained original art, trading cards, and countless other delights. Stiles pressed his whole face to the glass and ogled what was labeled with a post it as an Artist Sketchbook from Comic Con. “Holy god...”

“Face off the glass kid.” A voice snapped from above him as a hand slapped down on the countertop. Stiles recoiled quickly and was shocked to find himself alone and staring up into the narrow eyed gaze of the one person in all of Beacon Hills his Dad had forbade him of even making eye contact with on penalty of losing comics, Scott, and the Hales. Panic washed all the color from his face. “Greenberg!”

The older woman snorted and smirked as she stood up from her lean across the counter. “Geraldine, kid. And you are....?”

“Leaving!” Stiles squeaked as he tried to command his body that had turned to liquid in his joints around to flee.

“Even though Laura brought you to me for an important reason?” Geraldine tilted her head, blue streaked ponytail shifting from where it was stuck out of the PAX Peace Force ballcap to swing across her shoulder.

“What reason?” Stiles asked quietly, like if he didn’t speak loudly it wouldn’t count as breaking his promise to his Dad.

Geraldine stared at him silently from behind thick glasses before gesturing to a row of stools against the window of the shop, each had a seat with a different logo. “First, you must choose a seat.” She intoned ominously, “Choose wisely for you will be judged.”

Stiles swallowed roughly, trying not to grimace at the pain in his split lip that had only barely started to heal after three days. He was still jumpy because Laura had just ditched him here apparently but he trusted her. There was really no contest in the chair he’d choose though, he selected the one with a Batman logo beautifully embroidered on it and pulled it towards the counter.

“Ugh.. really?” Geraldine sighed.

Affronted, Stiles snapped. “There’s nobody better over there!”

“Excuse you!” Geraldine groused, coming around the counter to grab an all white stool with a crescent moon on it. “There’s MoonKnight right here!”

“You mean knock off Batman?” Stiles sassed uncontrollably.

“Knockoff...” Geraldine gasped. “MoonKnight is more epic.”

“Not more epic than Batman.” Stiles interrupted.

“Well there’s no way I can take you on then, anybody who thinks a Batman is better than MoonKnight...” Geraldine laughed disparagingly as she sat beside Stiles at the counter.

“Take me on?” He asked in a worried soft voice.

He watched as Geraldine took a deep breath, took off her cap, and look at him seriously, like he was an adult. It was in this serious air that he really noticed more than her hat and wow is that a homemade JAWS shirt that is some awesome airbrushing, but he looked at her broken arm in a cast with the names of all the Hales written on it and doodles of dogs and he wondered what was going on.

“So. Werewolves.” Geraldine stated sending a jolt through Stiles so strong he almost slipped off his stool with the urgency of checking that there wasn’t anybody else in the store. She was smiling at him when his attention returned to her. “Ok. I can see it.” Geraldine chuckled and continued. “Werewolves always need somebody. A human somebody, to deal with the human somebodies of other wolves to not like... have a big supernatural rumble over goofy crap their instincts start demanding.”

“Okayyyy.....?” Stiles prompted.

“That’s me. I do that for the Hales, for Talia. The technical term is emissary but none of us really, y’know, get that formal.”

“But why am I...?” Stiles started to ask.

“Laura wants you to do that for her. She brought you here because she wants you to be her emissary, her best friend, her confidant, her stalwart counsel, and the bearer of her will.” Geraldine impaired seriously then raised her eyebrows at him as he sat there gobsmacked.

“Me? She wants...me? But I’m not....” Stiles burbled anxiously.

“Anything but loyal. Clever. Smart. Stiles Stilinski, if you want to take this responsibility on.... I’m willing to mentor you. Despite your absolutely wrong opinions about MoonKnight.”

Stiles sat in silence long enough for Geraldine to go back around the counter to start pulling books for subscriber boxes and Laura to reappear and sit next to him, taking the MoonKnight stool.

“You ok Flibber?” Laura asked, her hand softly stroking over his buzzcut.

“This.... this emissary thing sounds really important... why me?” Stiles whispered, his hands knotted together as his knee bounced anxiously.

“Because you’re important to me. I probably wouldn’t‘vet sprung this on you so soon except for your absolutely bananas idea I only wanted to hang out because I was being paid.”

Stiles shrunk in place which only made it easier for Laura to scoop his gangly body up and plop him into her lap for a cuddle. “You’re the smartest guy I know. I love you stupid much, and I think you’d not just be good at it but you’ll love it.... Aaaaaand Auntie Ger and you will probably super get along. You just have to love me most.”

“I’ll always love you most.” Stiles said seriously and hugged her tight.

“GREAT!” Geraldine startled them out of their moment by slapping her hands down on the counter beside them. “Then step one: write down your pull list.” She slid a Superman pad and pen to him.

“I get comics!??!” Stiles gasped, grabbing the stationary and feeling giddy.

“Well yeah, it’s how you’re getting paid for working here while I mentor you.” Geraldine shrugged.

Stiles was starry-eyed at the idea he was working in a comic shop and missed completely Laura’s grimace as she felt maybe just a little bit bad for the arduous training she knew her Stiles would be facing in the years to come.

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So I love absolutely everything on this blog. I think I’ve gone through most of what’s on here. Seriously this has been an absolute delight and I only wish I’d have found it sooner

Thank you!! I keep trying to find time to write more!! I miss these!

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2005 – Laura 18, Derek 15, Stiles 9, Cora 8 It started with a scarf. Cora had promised after she had had her meltdown during the paired project with Stiles before Christmas that she'd stop kicking his ass but deep down she didn't feel like her reaction was her fault. After all Stiles was right there in front of her wearing the scarf Laura had knitted him. THE SCARF!!! Right there around his stupid neck!! So she'd thrown a punch at his face. Oops. But why she was in so much trouble was stupid! She HADNT EVEN ACTUALLY HIT HIM!!!! Because he'd dodged it or something! And the second and third punches. And ok, maybe she had possibly tackled him to the ground and maybe was going to claw his face off in frustration but that wasn't her fault! Oh no that had to be all on him. Cora just didn't know how she'd missed. He hadn't even shoved her at all just lightly touched her arm and stumbled out of the way. She thought about it all the time while she was grounded and all her Christmas presents had been taken back until she knew better. The first day back to school Cora made a beeline for her friend Lydia. Lydia was absolutely the smartest person ever so she'd know what happened - and how to fix it so Cora could hit him... Maybe. "So you picked a beating with Stiles but he avoided it?" Lydia asks, bored but deeply pleased Cora Hale, who didn't listen to or care about anybody, always came to her for help. "Yeah! I punched and he moved my arm away somehow. He's not stronger than me so I don't get it..." Cora re-explained. Lydia tilted her head like she'd practiced watching Elle Woods do when she wanted to cutely display her smarts. "Sounds like karate or something to me then. You know- Ninja Turtles or something. He does read all those comic books." Cora looked thoughtful. "Maybe? It's new. Maybe his Dad made him learn because I split his face open on my fist?" Lydia sighed at Cora, "You know he could've arrested you, it's against the law to hurt people." Cora squishes her face up and sighs hugely, "Yeah, I know. But sometimes I can't help it." "Maybe you should take Karate then. Learn how to punch him even if he moves?" Lydia had to admit, she liked how Cora's eyes sparkled when she thought about beating people up. "You think I could?" Cora asked brightly. Lydia gave her best, most cutest face. The one that made even Jackson fall all over himself to do something for her, "Cora, you can do anything." At lunch, Cora cornered Stiles in the lunch line, trying to smack him one to get his attention but he blocked her with a lunch tray. "Laura said I'm not supposed to let you hit me!" Stiles yelped, holding his tray up like a shield. "Oh, Laura says huh? Do you do everything Laura says like a big sissy baby??" Cora taunted. "Yeah? So do you?" Stiles countered and Cora felt herself blush all over. "That's different! She's my sister!" Cora hissed, reaching out and digging her claws into the back of the tray. She was delighted by how his eyes bugged out in alarm, but less delighted by him smacking his hand over hers to hide it and twisting to hide her from the curious eyes of the lunch line. "Don't!!" Stiles whispered urgently, his anxiety setting Cora on edge. She jerked her hand away and glared at him. "Whatever, Stiles! Tell me how you're not letting me hit you anymore!" "Laura told me not to!" "So what you just magically can do it because Laura said so??" "No! I hadda learn it! Why do you hate me so bad??" Stiles' voice might be climbing a few octaves but Cora Hale is formidable all on her own; add to that the fact she's a werewolf and only Stiles knows - well... Nobody would blame his tonal anxiety cues if they knew. "Because you deserve it! So how'd you learn it? A comic? Is it karate?" Stiles shrunk inwardly, making his much taller than the rest of his classmates frame shrink until he could hide behind Scott if he wasn't out with a cold. "Um..." "Tell me!" "I can't! Leave me alone Cora!" Swallowing hard, Stiles used his best threat, "I'll tell Laura!" Cora bristled, "Wha- WHATEVER!!" She stormed off and left Stiles to the amused stares of the lunch room. After school, Cora glared at Stiles as he got his bike from the rack and she waited for Derek to come get her. She couldn't believe what a jerk Stiles was to not tell her! She was do busy staring after him that she didn't notice Derek coming up behind her until he snatched her up in the air and making her scream like she was being murdered. It was hard to tell which of them was more surprised; Derek dropped her like a spontaneously combusting chicken. "Holy shit, Cora!" Derek gasped, resisting manfully the urge to press his hand to his chest like an affronted southern lady. Both of them flickered eyes at each other then looked around, anxious to see if anyone noticed. "Shit's a bad word! I'm tellin mom!" Cora shouted. Deciding nobody saw despite the scream, and Derek was going to mention that to his parents - someone should've at least checked that out, he rolled his eyes at Cora and helped brush her off. "I never actually sneak up on you, what had you so focused? Is it a boyyyyyyyyffrrrrriiiieeeend?" Derek teased. The look of disgust that painted her face was accompanied by barfing noises as Cora punched Derek in the hip hard enough to make him since, "You're such a jerk!! EUGH!!!! It's Stiles! He won't tell me how he made me miss hitting him." "You're not supposed to be hitting him! Laura'd be pissed, Cora!" "I'm not scared of Laura." "Mom n'Dad then. You can't keep beating him up." Derek chastised her as he herded her back to the high school to catch a ride with Laura. "His Dad probably put him in the self defense classes they offer at the station since you broke his face." "Is that like karate?" Cora asked, unable to properly sulk while she was walking. "Kind of?" Derek replied thoughtfully. "Self defense is a lot less formal I think." They walk in silence for a while before Derek nudges his little sister, "You wanna take karate? I mean it'll probably be Tae Kwan Do or something. You'd just have to show Mom and Dad you have enough control for it." Cora perks up brightly, "You think?" Derek shrugs, "Why not? I mean they let me play sports. Laura took the self defense classes...? If you're really interested I guess." Cora was interested, and she did quietly ask her parents to let her. She sat in on the Sheriff's Department self defense courses and observed a class at the local Tae Kwan Do dojo before choosing to join the regular dojo. She was so excited to participate that she never noticed Stiles wasn't in either class, nor did she wonder about where he was learning what he knew. She had way better things to do and, of course, she'd begun to learn that just because she knew how to really kick someone's ass, she was disciplined enough not to. Really- Laura, and especially Stiles, couldn't've been more grateful.

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1982 Alec & Talia 17, Peter 16, Geraldine 19 Alec stopped at the end of the table where he and the ones he affectionately called his gang usually sat and stared at the interloper who was lounging amidst Talia and Peter's trapperkeepers and books. Stuffing down the thrill that Peter would be sitting with them today and not on the other side of the cafeteria with the cool kids group he usually sat with, Alec focused on the baffled irritation he felt staring at the new wave punk in blood-stained (possibly???) white staring at him with a black eye poorly concealed by a scuffed pair of Ray Bans. "Who the hell are you?" Alec sallied, gesturing as best he can while hugging his lunch tray and double-taking as Dempsey just sat down and started eating, nodding to this transgressor like it was nothing. "Wow." The girl enthused, pushing her sunglasses further down her nose and leaning forward, "Wooooooooooow." Alec felt insulted and like he needed to be careful, regardless of what Peter thought he did have a good sense of self preservation. During his hesitation the invader leaned back and chuckled. "Ridiculous." "Your mom's ridiculous." Alec snapped back, getting amused eyebrows back for his trouble. "My mom's a pro-wrestler so you're right." Alec opened and closed his mouth a few times not sure what to do with that information but sort of wanting to ask a follow up question. He was still blinking when Talia kissed his cheek in passing and sat beside the girl, giving Alec a funny look for just standing there. "Who the hell is this??" Alec asked his girlfriend, boggled as she gave him an irritated look like he's the one being bizarre. "Geraldine? My best friend? She's been sitting with us all year??" Talia stated firmly, eyeing him and then the bench opposite her, indicating to him to sit so he did. "Woooooooooooooow...." Geraldine added with a sarcastic delight that made Alec narrow his eyes at her as he blushed a little. "Gigi!" Peter sighed and joined them, breaking the tableau as he placed a sack lunch in front of this... Geraldine? Gigi?? Geraldine rolled her eyes, "Stop calling me that Peter or I'll make you pay." "Any price is nice." Peter added agreeably, "May I ask after your eye?" "No." Geraldine retorted flatly. "Tally, I can't stay today, Fin is getting crapped on and lying to me about it so I'm gonna shut that down, k?" Talia sighed and nodded, "I'm sorry." "It's ok, I said I'd hang til he," She emphasized with a dismissive head bob towards Alec, "noticed and lucky for us he did today anyway! Maybe he's psychic." Geraldine stood and grabbed her lunch and, despite Peter's obvious petulance, hooked her arm around his head and gave a squeeze. "I'll catch you guys tonight ok? Later!" Alec gaped a bit at the Hales' morose expressions as they turned to watch Geraldine join the wildest looking weirdo of that weirdo game lacrosse to the exclamation of Greenberg! And You're gonna get in trouble you graduated dumbass! "Is nobody going to tell me what the hell?" Dempsey snorted a laugh around his mouthful of lunch as Peter turned his most disdainful look on his face. Talia just rested her chin on her palm and sighed at him, "Oh Alec, you really need to be more aware of your surroundings...." "In all fairness," Dempsey intervened, "Greenbergs are outrageously unnoticeable." "Wait." Alec frowned, pausing in opening his orange juice, "Wasn't the homecoming king last year a Greenberg?" Peter nodded seriously, "That is her twin brother. Gigi is like..... A million times better than him." "But......." Talia chimed in with a smile, "She prides herself on how people overlook her to the point where when she graduated even the administration was surprised. Which I still say is weird, she was the captain of the school's croquet team." "She was like the only member of the croquet team. She'd just call in favors for a partner when they had exhibition games. Part of the 'Are You Sure That's Actually a Sport?' Coalition." Peter shrugged. Talia nodded sagely, "The AYSTRASC. I still think it needs a better acronym. Like WASP- We Are Sports People!" Peter snorted a half laugh at his sister. "Croquet? Wait- who is this?!" Alec floundered, looking boggled and lost. Talia reached across the table to pat Alec's hand, "It's ok Alec, now that you've noticed it's hard not to notice her." Alec sighed and focused on his lunch, "If you say so...? Has she really sat with us for two months?" He grimaced when all he got in reply were pitying looks.

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Ack! I was so excited to see your most recent post!!!

More is coming depending on free time and the willingness of typing on an iPad to stop sucking

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2024 – Derek 34, Stiles 29 Derek crunched through his chips and quietly enjoyed his sandwich as he stared at the wall of photographs, typed assessments, and X's and wondered that at some point this not only became acceptable to him but normal. At some point, he wasn't really sure anymore, it was normal to spend time at Stiles' tiny house with Stiles. At some point he had started referring to Stiles as his friend, then really good friend, and last year he'd not only accepted the matching fake diamond BFF necklace from Stiles but he was wearing it unironically right now. And it was normal. Derek glanced up along the top of the wall where, squished against the ceiling, huge printed out letters spelled out: THE STRIKE ZONE. Stiles, sitting on the desk next to him, sighed and shook his head. "We're either at the end of it or we've got to expand the strike zone- obviously up into older ranges because, y'know." Derek snorted and traded half of his sandwich for the other half of Stiles', humming in pleasure when it's surprisingly good. "Beacon Hills is just not big enough for the both of us." "Ok, I get that it's small and all but there's literally 567 people up there and we've both dated all of them. All of them Derek. But neither of us...." "I get it." Derek mumbled around his bite of sandwich. "Despite our bisexuality opening a lot of options it doesn't matter if they're not the right options." "That's what I like about you- you're succinct and right." Stiles smiled and took a drink of Derek's fancy root beer he has to order in. Derek sighed hugely and bumped shoulders with Stiles, forcing the young deputy to clear his throat. He turned fully but Stiles only cut his eyes to look at him. "Well there is one person I haven't asked out." Stiles stated, his head swiveling to look right at him. "Well?" "Oh my god, asshole." "I can see why you struck out now..." "Ass. Hoooole. So dinner? I'll cook." Derek made a show of thinking about it. "I guess. I'll get a pie." Stiles smiled, raising Derek's root beer for a toast and forcing Derek to drink Stiles' hot coffee. "It's a date."

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2005: Laura 18, Stiles 9 Laura Hale had never felt inferior in her whole life up to this particular point. In fact, that was probably why she was completely thrown and coping so badly. She had been held after her College Algebra class by her professor because she, Laura Hale, was in danger of failing. It didn't make sense. She understood everything in class but apparently she bombed the midterm and with just the final as the only other grade in the course- she was going to fail. She looked up at the walnut tree, bare above her. She listened to the deputies inside the Sheriff Station behind her; her dream job! She stared across the street at her mother's office and vaguely worried over how she ended up here from Sacramento State. Thinking on it, she could remember thanking her professor, promising to do better, walking out of class and then.... Fleeing. She fled. She'd fled literally almost all the way back home. Shame was a new sensation, it made her eyes sting with tears. Burying her face in her hands she half curled over herself, caught in a ridiculous feeling of helplessness over a stupid grade. She'd credit her incredible job training him with the fact she didn't hear Stiles exit the Sheriff Station and come to join her. Noticing him only when he pressed against her side warmly and hooked his arm through hers. "I'm sorry." Stiles whispered in a soft, hoarse voice. "How did you know?" Laura wondered if FAILURE was floating above her head in neon letters. "You always come when I've... You know.... I'm sorry Dad made you come home." Realizing she and Stiles were not having the same conversation at all, she chose to join his, wrapping her arm about him and securing him in tight against her side. "I came because I wanted to come. But your Dad didn't call me." Focusing on him she could see all the signs of him having had an epic panic attack. "No?" Stiles whispered. "Are you homesick? Is it because I sent you that card saying I miss you? I'm..." "You're the best." Laura reminds him. "After me." "Thanks. I'm trying my best like you told me. School is easy but.... People are hard." Laura smiled and rubbed his arm. "I'm having the exact opposite problem." Stiles looked up at her, "You are?" Laura leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I'm failing Algebra." Stiles furrowed his brow and bit his lip thoughtfully, "Is it hard to get?" "Apparently...." Laura sighed hugely. "I mean I get it in class or on the exercises but when we took the test I just bombed it or something.... Only the midterm and final count toward my grade." Stiles' eyes bugged out a little at that. "You only get two tests!?" Laura laughed mirthlessly, "Yeah... I thought it was going to be awesome until today." Stiles leaned into her and started kicking his foot a little. Laura felt pleased to see his mannerisms waking back up. It consoled her because at least she was still able to be a great best friend. "You might just test bad... If there's nothing else to help your grade then you just need to test better!" "Thanks Sherlock, I'll do better." She lay her head on top of his to wallow some more but Stiles slipped off the bench to stand in front of her. "No. There's ways to test better. Mo—" Stiles' voice choked off before he could finish saying mom, his heart starting to race again until Laura took both his ice cold hands in hers and squeezed. Stiles struggled and came back from it with just that, looking earnestly determined. "I can teach you. I was taught.... I'll teach you- please?" Laura smirked, "Please? That's my line." Stiles gripped her hands back, "You're my best friend. Even if you didn't mean it or you think it's dumb.... It... You... You're my best friend. Please let me help you.... I'm just a kid but I'm smart.... I am.... Please...." Laura snatched him up, biting his head lightly. "You're my best friend too, Stiles. No matter what ok? Help me? Obi-Stiles Stilinski? You're my only hope!" She laughed at the huge, pleased flush that took over Stiles' whole person. Unsure if it was their declarations of friendship or being referred to as a Jedi, she congratulated herself for both and let him lead her into the Sheriffs Station where he taught her everything Claudia had taught him about taking tests. She passed with a B-.

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December 6 2011 – Laura 24 Jordan wasn't too worried about getting hired in Beacon Hills. If they passed on him he'd move on to the next small town. Just anywhere but Montana, anywhere far away from home and all the faces he doesn't see there anymore. Waiting outside the Sheriff's office for his interview, he relaxed and enjoyed the petty thieves being booked while their parents were called and the generally sleepy feeling that was soaked into this Northern California town. The back door opening just drew his idle interest and it was hardly an occasion for what felt to him like a movie slowmo musical interlude. Stunning, he thought distantly as the most beautiful girl ever walked into his life to the hallucinatory tune of the song Dreamweaver. Ok not into his life, he argued with the heart-eyes part of him that was obviously slowing down time as it stood with a boombox over its head playing music, but life adjacent. Definitely life adjacent. The form fitting deputy uniform and the swish of her ponytail seemed to reset the beating of his heart. As if she could read his thoughts, that stunning angel of Justice cocked her head to glance at him and with a knowing smirk— winked. Jordan was on another planet, was she haloed in light? Was he having a stroke? Just say hello!! his brain screamed at him. "Uuunnghhaaa...." He wheezed, the angel's snorted laughter making his pulse race. THEY HAD COMMUNICATED. The vision of beauty turned a corner and just like that Jordan was back in the colorless real world again. He sat up straight and made sure he was extra presentable. Now he was worried. Beacon Hills or nothing!

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December 5

2002: Derek 12, Eric 7months

Eric learning to crawl was rapidly becoming the bane of Derek’s existence. Every time Eric was put on the floor he was immediately off in search of Derek. Not that Derek minded exactly but it wasn’t as if Eric could sniff him out. He had to actually LOOK, and that was where the trouble came in. Eric should have been thwarted by the baby gates that were now all over the house - except he wasn’t. Bloody-minded determination and the audacious ability to climb like a monkey had Eric upending himself over the gates to thud on the other side. Usually on his head. His wail of agony was enough to bring everyone running but the more Alec cuddled him, the louder he cried.

Derek was boggled being called down to the office in the middle of sixth period. Gripping his hallpass he entered the office and the secretary looked up in relief as he held out a phone to him. “It’s your Dad.”

“Dad?” Derek said awkwardly into the receiver, hearing Eric screaming and hiccuping like he had the phone instead.

“Derek!! Oh thank god, ok, Eric won’t stop crying so I need you to talk to him ok?” Alec almost shouted over the baby’s sobbing.

“Ok?” Derek replied then had to close his eyes and hold the phone away as his Dad put it up to his little brother. “Eric? Eric buddy what’s wrong?”

Eric screamed hoarsely into the phone and Derek kept talking to him softly, making him have to stop screaming so he could hear. After a minute, Eric was making hiccuping, wet sounding squeaks and grunts. The same ones he used when he was crawling through the house trying to find Derek.

Derek’s heart broke hearing the soft distressed whines Eric made when he couldn’t understand why he could hear his brother but not SEE him. “I know buddy, you can’t see me, I’m sorry. I’ll be home in a couple of hours ok? Let Daddy wash your face and we can have cuddle time while I do homework ok?”

Eric replied with baby gibberish that faded in and out as he shook the phone trying to make Derek fall out.

“Ok buddy,” Derek smiled, hearing the manageably unhappy burbles from his brother, “I gotta get back to class - ok? Put Daddy back on.”

Alec, who had been listening in, managed to wrestle the phone back with a smile. “Not so fun being the favorite is it?”

“Green is not your color Dad.” Derek teased. “Is he good?”

“Yeah I think he’ll keep until you get home. Tell your sister no lollygagging ok?”

“Lollygagging… God what century are you from?”

“I love you son.”

“Love you Dad!! Bye Eric!!!”

“DER!!” Eric shouted anxiously, he knows bye!!

“NO!!” Alec gasped, stunned at Eric shouting his first actual word. It can’t be Der!!! “No it’s Dada!! DADA.”

Derek was stunned, staring at the phone so long the secretary shook his arm. “Derek? Are you ok?”

“He said my name!!! MY NAME IS HIS FIRST WORD YESSSSS!!!!” Derek cheered.

“NOOOOOO!!!!” Alec wailed as Eric yelled Der again and again.

The secretary took his hand off Derek as he started doing a victory dance. “I’m his first word!!! I’M HIS FIRST WOOOORD!!!”

Alec made dying whale noises as Derek kissed at Eric through the phone, “Applesauce for us both when I get home buddy!!! Love you!!!” He hung up and headed back to class while Eric babbled Der and other nonsense at the phone despite Alec’s broken heart.

“That was not fair… And you are too happy thinking he is still on the phone aren’t you?” Alec sighed and replaced the real phone with the fake plastic one Eric had as a chewed on hand-me–down from Cora.

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December 4

The tree is very old. : Eric Hale 2025: Eric 23 Joseph 24

Eric Hale was whispered about in the armed forces. Not just amongst the Army Rangers he proudly served, but anyone who met him felt affected by it. Otherworldly, some said. Eric rolled his eyes when friends teased him about it, saying it was his good looks in most cases; it always made Eric’s best friend and spotter, Joseph “Joey” Hunt, chime in about how his whole family was supernaturally pretty. It never failed to make both of them laugh.

Eric glanced sideways at Joey from where they were laid out on a high ridge watching the enemy camp. Midway into their second tour, Eric was staying purely because he hadn’t completely convinced Joe to give up Army life and join his pack. The Army was a strange sanctuary for an omega werewolf, but apparently the pack-like structure gave people like Joey, people whose families were slaughtered by hunters for no better reason than they enjoyed tearing lives apart. Eric had been very young when he learned that sad fact.

Joey made the best spotter, using his werewolf senses effectively to help Eric find targets of opportunity. Where they were currently set up was desolate but above them stretched a leaf bare but thriving tree. The tree was very old but it was a soothing presence pressed against Eric’s side.

“Come back with me.” Eric murmured softly, “My family loves you, even Cora. Cora hates everyone. She hates me- but even she likes you.”

“No. I’m an omega, you don’t understand so just drop it.” Joey whispered back to him.

“Bullshit I don’t understand. When I met you in basic you glued yourself to my side and you’re still there. Just don’t re-up and come home with me. I’m not staying past this tour man. I’m going home.”

“Good! You should ok? You have a home to go back to.”

“Yeah I know! And so do you!” Eric hissed at him.

Joey made a rude, disbelieving noise.

“Don’t you dare act like you’re so unwanted. Jesus Christ, Joey! You’re my best friend! I want you to live nearby so I can keep an eye on you!”

“You’re not my brother, Eric. Just drop this ok?” Joey sighed.

Eric lay there, peering down his scope and just let his anger boil.

“You’re a stupid dick.” Eric finally grit out through clenched teeth.

“Classy Lieutenant. Also- screw you.”

Eric flung a small rock unerringly into Joey’s neck, making him yelp and half-shift, his eyes flaring bright as he soft-snarled through sharp teeth. Eric smirked in smug satisfaction, raising his eyebrows in challenge. Joey huffed and rubbed his already healed neck as he turned away.

“You are my brother, Joe. I could have a hundred siblings, a million cousins! You’re my brother. You belong to me and I belong to you— Pack. And you better damn never deny it again or…. Or…!!”

Joey stared at Eric and snorted. “Fiiiiine. Now drop it ok?”

Eric sighed and let it drop for now.

“Besides who’d want to leave all this fun to go sit in a tree in your nowhere home town in BFE California?” Joey grinned at his partner who rolled his eyes and snorted a laugh.

—-

When Eric Hale left the service, the Army lost one of their best snipers.

They also lost their best spotter.

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December 3

Above, there is an Attic - Tiva Sophia Hale ft. Talia 1995: Talia & Alec 31, Peter 30, Laura 8 It would be easy to imagine, Talia thought as she sat in the basement game room, to imagine that with all this space they'd have less clutter everywhere. But she knew that above, there is an attic stuffed with old photo albums, certificates, and just general memorabilia despite the fact she, Alec, and Peter had dragged more than half of it down here to sort and record it for future Hales. "I'm completely blaming Laura for this." Talia sighed, flopping backwards to lay in the clear area behind her she left expressly for that purpose. "Stupid school family history project." Alec chuckled, still pursuing a very crumbly photo album. "It's not my baby's fault the school made her drive for excellence awaken like a werewolf on a full moon." "It's a natural disposition." Peter mused, focused more on gently examining the box of tin types he'd found. Talia sighed, reaching to take a moldy smelling journal off the stack behind her, opening it up in the hopes she could just throw it away. Within a few pages she'd sat back up, absorbed in what she's found. She jerked out of it when Alec snapped his fingers right by her face. "What?" Alec chuckled, "What's got you so wrapped up, Tal?" Talia laughed and pushed a stray hair back behind her ear. "Sorry. It's this journal. It was written by our ancestor Tiva Sophia Hale, she was Spanish and the apparently volatile wife of Arthur Samuel Hale. Apparently, she and Sam met by chance when she was visiting California with her uncle and he literally ran her over on the docks. He knocked her ass end over petticoats and her temper was boiling over that he just kept running." Talia grinned down at the journal in her hands, shaking her head. "Well? How'd she go from pissed to married?" Peter asked. "Well! She hunted him down to demand an apology. Got in a fist fight with Sam's emissary Geraldine, and had a huge love-hate infatuation with them both until the hunters Sam had been running from the day they met captured him and Tiva and Geraldine rescued him in what was an absurdly bloody affair." "Dibs on the diary when you're done with it." Peter said seriously. Alec lightly brushed his knuckles against Talia's knee. "You know, you have a pretty cool family Tal." "Don't I know it." Talia murmured, leaning over to kiss her husband silly.

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December 2

Lost at the Creek; Scott McCall 2005: Scott 8, Stiles 9 Scott stoically did not cry as he sat, still soaking wet all over at least ten feet away from the flooded creek that he'd been swallowed by during their class' field trip to learn about local ecology. Really, it was Stiles' fault— he was the one who had told Scott all about being able to catch a fish by tickling it. Scott had really wanted to tickle a fish. They'd moved from LA and he'd never seen so many trees before Beacon Hills, let alone actual fish in an actual creek! He sighed wheezily and watched Stiles still wading through the water searching for Scott's lost inhaler. He couldn't even be mad at the guy, he'd fished Scott out and put him in the nearest sunbeam, fussing over him like his own mom! Stiles had even wrapped Scott up in his own jacket! Scott felt that maybe he had got really lucky when he latched onto the other new kid for a friend. In the creek, Stiles made a squawking noise of triumph, holding up the inhaler and slipping to half fall in the water himself. Scott burbled a laugh that was maybe half relieved tears and was answered softly by Stiles' chuckle. Ok, he'd lucked out a LOT.

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December 1st

the 11th; Alec Hale 1985: Alec & Talia 21 "Why that day?" Alec asked, moving his foot just enough to catch the wall and keep the porch swing swinging. He looked over at his fiancée fondly, Talia sat in a comfortable chair that neither would swing nor rock while she planned their wedding. He marveled anew at how lucky he was she had said yes. Damn they were going to make so many gorgeous babies. "Because I happen to think the eleventh is perfect." Talia explained, dropping her fountain pen on her notebook to pull her hair back better. "Yeah Beautiful, but the eleventh of what?" "Spring, obviously! I like it chilly but green." Alec stopped swinging and sat up, "You do know Spring isn't a month right?" Talia arched her eyebrows at him and held up a clawed hand, "You do know I could claw your face off- right?" Alec grinned hugely, moving to squeeze into the chair with her, making her squawk. "But you love my face too much!" Talia laughed, fending off the sudden squeeze of her fiancé's butt and his octopus arms as he tried to initiate canoodling. "Hahaha! Not that much! Alec STOP!!" Alec managed to wrap her up in his arms, kissing her face exaggeratedly, "But I'm gonna keeeep on looooving youuuuuuuu....!!!" He warbled at her, rewarded by her bright laughter. When she'd caught her breath and Alec had somehow managed to wiggle her onto his lap, he flipped through her wedding book. "How about May?" "Why May?" "Well, spring. That's number one. Two, it's close to mat the fourth." "Nerd." "Yes." Alec nodded in agreement. "I am. Now why the eleventh?" Talia smiled and rolled her eyes with a feigned sigh, "Ok fine... Because it's a day when one and one come together." "Shouldn't that be the second then?" Talia lightly thumped his chest, "Stupid..." She blushed, "No, that's... Not us. We don't vanish or become something different together. One and one standing together to make something new. Equal. Alec stop making that face. Stop!" Alec slowly brought a hand up to cover his stupidest of delighted muppet smiles. "That is so adorable!" "Shut up Alec!" "Oh my god you are gross and romantic this is so cute!!!" "Oh my god I hate your face. The wedding is off." Alec laughed and held on to his struggling bride, not letting her escape, even when a nearly snarling Peter stuck his head out the back door to growl at them "NO!!! It's just because she's a ten and you're her plus one!!!!" Stunned the couple stared at Peter until he slammed the door shut, startling them into laughing together.

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Ok- the first 31 awesome people to reply here with a character name will be helping me kill myself all December as I try and write a Hale Family Fic a day as we head into the new year.

Sound fun?

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Part 2/? of bb!Hoechlin

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Eric would be so upset he never got fuzzy like Derek.