Angel Flares

Ch 5: Holg Mi

The minute the door closed behind Derek the entire room let out a collective sigh of relief.

"Jesus Christ!" John heaved as he settled into the sofa Melissa was now lying on, "So I'm, not the only one who feels like Hale is Stiles' secret keeper?" he asked as everyone shivered and relaxed infinitely so.

"Definitely not the only one, Sheriff", Kira piped up, she was still tracing the fox Stiles had painted. As opposed to Noshiko Yukimura's fox, which was green and Red, Kira's was Red and Silver.

Scott blinked back, "This is really life like, like I could step forward and actually hug her", he whispered.

Kira turned to Melissa and smiled oddly calm despite Scott's words, so the nurse simply snuggled into the girl's lap, "Lydia, what are the characteristics of a lynx?" she asked distracting Scott from Allison's laughing visage.

"Oh. Unlike most Jungle Cats, Lynx are known for their loyalty to certain creeds in the Animal Kingdom. Lynx are generally solitary in nature, most Jungle Cats, live in a pride, but Lynx are known for spending their time, be it hunting or resting, alone. Female Lynx are highly protective of their young, and at often times Hunt for their kittens alone, and often bring their food after the carcass has been killed, by dragging the meat to the kitten", she shook her head, "Basically it means, the equivalent of buying a steak form the market place and cooking it before serving, making sure the child has no idea of the origin of the meat", she grinned then.

Melissa raised a brow, at the extraordinarily well thought out description of her whole personality. The Sheriff stood up and walked back to the painting, retracing the portrait of his wife.

Satomi picked up a stray paintbrush with red paint and put it back down, "It makes you understand how intelligent your son is Stilinski-san. The research he must have done", she looked up at him curious and then back down to the oddly neat table

Lydia moved forward and took a peak, it simply held a few photographs of just about everyone, and the paint brush had a photo under it, Lydia looked down at the image and blinked, "I don't think I've ever known Derek to look like that", she flipped a thumb back at the large Canvas Pack Painting, "I though he drew Derek from imagination", she picked up the photo of Derek sitting under a Tree, a park in the background, children playing catch, dogs running around, etc., reading a book and showed it to everyone, "I wonder where this came from?" she asked.

John took the photo and flipped it over, "Stiles generally writes things down and showed her an inscription, see", he pointed at a few word written in cursive loopy handwriting;

Lydia read the words out loud, "'Dearest Little Brother; This is in note, For all our fantasies to come true, remember I love you, and this was taken to prove I am all knowing. I have proof you are a nerd!! Your Street Cred is History! Buwahahaha!!!' Signed Laura T. Hale", she laughed a soft sad laugh, "Reminds me of Stiles", she whispered as she gently put the photo back down, and used the handle of the brush as a paper weight.

John nodded, "It must have taken him forever to paint this, what kind of dad does that make me to not even notice my son can paint, let alone have the time, to collect all this, create all this?" he wondered, arms encompassing the entire structure.

"A good one", Lydia provided.

And Scott agreed, "I don't know the first thing about Art, painting, brush strokes, anything, but Sir, this painting carries a lot of feelings

", he settled on and then he smiled tightly, "Remorse, around Allison, Grief around Victoria, Erica, Laura, Mrs. S, Boyd, Allison, Peter's baby, Sorrow and Warmth around The Hale Elders, Love around Mrs. S and you, Admiration and Bonds around us in the lacrosse pit, Attachment and ardent acceptance for Lydia and Jackson, Respect for Deaton and Satomi-san Adoration for mom, Brotherly Affection for Kira, Liam and Me..." he kept his gaze on The Sheriff as he listed the emotions, "I can go on, but I think you already can figure out what I mean. You raised him really, really well, and I think we already knew that. So sir, you see, I think because of how you raised him, this painting came into being, so I am grateful for your 'little brat' rearing skills", he grinned cheekily.