Sparks, Flowers and Plaid Shirts (Book Two in the 'Plaid Shirts' series)

Consequences - (Jackson POV)

A/N - Hello all! Long time no see. I am sorry for the length of time that I abandoned this fic for. I'll explain a little in the notes after this chapter. But until you get down there lets just say life has been crazy these past few years. I hope you enjoy the chapter and that my writing style hasn't changed too much for people. 

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The swirling sensation was honestly starting to make my stomach churn, if I managed to ghost puke on my shoes, Stilinski was going to buy me new ones I swear to god. The blurred strands of the world solidified and we where back in an outdoor setting. There was the play park in front of us. The brightly coloured slide and attached climbing set directly in front of me, a seesaw to the right and a large sand area to the left. behind me was the rest of the pieces of slightly worn equipment, the whole area surrounded by a curved topped green fence that prevented kids from entering the tree line. I went to lean against the pole that was attached to the climbing set just as a small Stiles and mini-me ran over to the sand area. Their tiny bodies thudded into the sand and they where giggling dementedly. Beside me Lydia made a small cooing noise. 

At a more sedate pace walking through the play park gate was Saferia, the nanny I had when I was young. "Boys, remember no trying to eat any of the sand this time to 'just see how it tastes'" Saferia said with a smile stretching her dark lips. The two little boys nodded in understanding and turned their wide eyes back to each other and the opportunities to play in the sand. "My God. Jackson. You where actually cute?", Erica said in a tone of joking incredulities. I just responded with a glare to both her and Isaac who snickered under his breath. Stiles and I where in a rushed discussion on what building we needed to make first to begin civilisation in our soon to be conceived sand city. Stiles was using his chubby little child finger to draw out a city plan in the sand, which consisted of wiggly lines and crude boxes. Beside me Lydia smiled and began walk-floating towards the two children. She stopped beside the boys and float-sat down next to them, her legs splayed out to her side and crossed at the ankle. 

Allison and Cora shrugged at each other and followed, floating over to sit next to her. Thinking 'what the hell' I went over and plopped myself down beside the childhood version of myself. The rest of the pack followed and we all seemed to just take a moment while watching the two boys play excitedly in the sand. My childhood self had started working on the fire station and Stiles had began to make a sheriffs station. Which both consisted of two piles of sand, although Stiles was trying to square his off. Every now and then the brown-haired boys sneaker clad foot would twitch slightly of he would shimmy his little body, his ADHD obvious even at such a young age. Mini-me on the other hand was completely focused at the task in hand. It was hard to believe that something as simple as sand castles once was so important that I had to focus all my attention on it. I had my the tip of my tongue sticking out of my slightly frowning mouth and my little brown furrowed in concentration. 

"Jack! Look!" Stiles little high-pitched voice said. "I finished the Sheriff's station, now my daddy can go to work!", his eyes sparkled with happiness and my little head swivelled up, "That is SO COOL. That means that my daddy can go to work too, he is meeting your daddy there today!". Stiles eyes widened "That is SOOO AWESOME!". I couldn't help but smile at the excitement that the two little boys where sharing over something so simple. It had been so easy being little. He didn't know that his mom and dad where not his biological mom and dad, it had been so normal. They didn't feel the need to try and buy excessively to try and prove that they loved him. Which always made him feel like they had to try hard to love him, that it didn't come easy to them to love the boy they called their son. It was so easy to spend his days going to the part with Stiles and going for ice-cream on Sundays with Saferia. Playing in the garden after lunch and drinking juice boxes at the kitchen table while his mom and dad discussed something on that had been on the news in the morning.