Skin to Scales

t w o - b i g m o u t h

07/03/2017 19:21 - 08/03/2017 18:57
edited 24/07/2020

A muffled 'fuck' could be heard as Scott scurried away, hiding behind Peter.

Stiles' head and shoulders appeared near the middle of the lake.

"Fuck you, Scott McCall." He stated, biting back angry tears as he glared at his so-called best friend. "First, you nearly tell him about Dad. Now, you've gone and fucking told him the one thing I was definitely not ready to tell him. You know what? I deserve to tell them about Isaac, but I'm a good best friend and understand what a fucking secret is. Fuck off, Scott, and make sure to take your big mouth with you."

With that, Stiles dived back under, flukes spraying water towards the bank. He couldn't believe Scott had just revealed him to Derek. It was quite clear from his panic attack earlier that he wasn't prepared to tell the alpha, but that wasn't really the worst part. Scott had almost told Derek about his dad. In comparison to the situation with his dad, Scott telling Derek he was a merman almost didn't bother Stiles. If there was one thing Stiles had to tell Derek himself, it was the accident with his dad.

The road was quiet as John drove Stiles home.

"I went to the lake on the preserve today." Stiles slurred. He had gone out and gotten drunk to forget it was the anniversary of his mum's death.

"You did?" John asked quietly.

"Yeah, and do you know what I did?"

"No. What did you do?"

"I went for a swim. It was nice, until I remembered Mum. Then I wanted to drown myself because she's not here, but I couldn't 'cause I had fucking gills." Stiles glared out the window.

"Stiles, of course she's here, it's just more psychological."

"Bullshit." Stiles stated angrily, quickly sobering. "She's not here and never will be 'cause she's fucking dead." Stiles glared momentarily at his dad. "And she's never coming back."

John checked the rear view mirror before slamming a foot down on the brakes.

"Get out." He murmured, staring straight ahead as he dropped the house keys onto Stiles' lap.

When Stiles just sat there, staring at the side of his dad's face, John turned to face him.

"Get out!" He screamed and Stiles scrambled to get out of the car, clutching the keys in his right hand.

John pulled the passenger door closed and slammed his foot down on the accelerator, making the car lurch into life, not stopping as it sped towards town, leaving Stiles stood on the side of the road.

Stiles was jarred out of his memories when Peter called out to him.

"Stiles? Can you please come up? Derek wants to talk to you." Peter asked gently as he knelt on the bank. "Scott's not here anymore and Derek wants to know what's going on. I know you're not ready to tell him everything, but could you at least tell him about one of the things. It's not my place to say anything, so I haven't uttered a word, but I might have to because Derek's pacing a hole through to China."

Stiles reluctantly rose to the surface, staying in the middle of the lake.

"Ok, I can tell you one of the things. I'm a merman." Stiles dived back under again as soon as he finished, laying down on the soft mud at the bottom.

Peter sighed before getting up and putting an arm around his nephew's shoulders. He dragged him back through the trees, letting Stiles have some peace.