#theunexpectedhero

John had been helping, at least that's what the man had told himself. The sheriff helping werewolves, kitsune, werecoyotes, a banshee, and his insane son take on a powerful wind kitsune who was trying to destroy Beacon Hills. He was just a man with a gun and zero clue what he was doing. He'd been separated from the others, so he'd retreated to the home of the new kitsune. It was there that he found an ornamental box with a glass dagger inside. He could tell by the storm brewing outside that shit was getting real for the kids and a word flashed into his head 'tails'.

 It'd come from one of Stiles' chessboard lessons, tails were manifestations of a kitsune's power. He picked up the box and smashed it, but the blade hadn't broken. He used the but of his gun, smashing it into a thousand pieces. The storm outside seemed to falter, weaken, but something was happening to him as well and he started to feel incredibly weird. 

He staggered out to his car, and managed to get home without collapsing. He fell onto his knees and he closed his eyes. He took a couple breaths and then opened his eyes. He felt... amazing. He looked at his hands which seemed younger, stronger. He narrowed his eyes, "What the hell?" It was his voice that caught him, how different it sounded. It wasn't as gravelly or tired. He looked to the mirror and stood up. "You've got to be kidding me." He said. His clothes didn't fit the same, looser around the stomach, but tight around the shoulders. 

He picked up his phone and dialled the Yukimura's and after a two minute conversation with Noshiko, he knew exactly what'd happened. He had just hung up when he heard Stiles' jeep in the yard. He'd been this physical age when he'd first bought it for Claudia. He heard the boy calling for him and he focused, pitching his voice deeper and making it rougher sounding, "I'm in here."

He heard the door open and turned to look at his son, "Sit down son, I've got a lot to explain."

Connor woke in the yard, coming to after a long night of partying with the frat. He wasn't surprised to wake in the grass, but more that there was no one else around. He pushed himself up and moved into the house. The TV was on, talking about an outbreak of some virus somewhere. He either filed that as 'African problem' or 'not here' problem. They were at a private university an hour from a big city, they were in the middle of nowhere essentially. So he didn't really think too much of it. He went up and showered before going to his room and nudging his roommate awake. "Hey... where is everyone?"

Alex pulled on his shirt, smiling at the guy who he'd shared a bed with the night before. "So, do you want me to make breakfast, or should I get out of here before we're caught?"

same with mine, i think the rapture happen. lol

One month. They had been together for one month. Brett could hardly contain himself with the joy he was feeling inside. It was a relatively peaceful month with no beheading or assassination, no aggressive pack yearning for blood nor malicious spirits wanting to uproot their lives. Instead, there was Stiles, and there was their dating. 

It wasn't a big day, but it was a special day. He had an idea what he wanted to do on that particular small yet important one month mark, but first he would need to get Stiles's permission. He didn't drive. He rode his bike and parked it at the front porch before he rang the door.

Bless his mother for having baking supplies. Waking up without any realisation what day it was, Brett was dumbfounded when his parents started kissing right in the kitchen (ew?) and revealed that it was the great day of love and romance. The look on his face must have been ridiculous, and his mother immediately figured that there was someone Brett needed to confess his love to. (Later Brett explained while making brownie mix that he had already gotten the love and he just needed to make something before the day ended. His mother gladly helped.)

He would have prepared better if he had realised it sooner. Alas, he spent half of his day in the kitchen baking, then some hours praying that his middle school art classes would prove their worth as he doodled on the brownies with sugary white icing. He didn't have a fancy box, but he had a lunch box, and with that, he headed over to Stiles's place, dropping Stiles a call beforehand, of course.

Chris sighed and set down the report card he'd just got in the mail. He sat back in his chair and thought about how to best go about this. "Carlyle!" he finally decided on. "Get down here please! We need to have a talk!" He crossed his arms over his chest and picked up the report card, offering it to the air where Carlyle would soon be standing, knowing he'd take the hint and grab the paper to look at it.