roscoe ; stiles stilinski

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Unaware of his father standing over him with his arms crossed over his chest, Stiles slept peacefully on the couch, soft snores leaving his mouth.

Noah Stilinski had arrived home early in the morning and headed straight up to Stiles' room to check in on him, only to find a girl sleeping in his bed and his son nowhere in sight.

"Stiles," His father said gruffly as he cleared his throat, "Stiles!"

"Wh-what?!" Stiles yelped as he jumped up with a start, "who died?"

"No one died, Stiles. What I do want to know is why there's a random girl sleeping in your bed and you're down here?" His father asked.

Stiles ran a hand through his messy brown hair as he sat up, "uh..."

"Well?" Noah pressed, expecting an answer.

Letting out a sigh, Stiles looked up at his dad, "don't be mad... but I may have accidentally turned Roscoe into a girl."

His fathers eyes widened, "You what?!" He spluttered, not believing what his son had told him.

"I- I was just trying to animate one of my figurines... like Deaton taught me, and it didn't work... or so I thought." Stiles explained nervously.

"So you turned your jeep into a girl?" His father repeated.

"Yes." Stiles said quietly.

"What are you going to do about it?" He questioned.

Stiles looked stunned, "Well if you want me to change her back... I can't, and I won't. It wouldn't be fair."

His father nodded, "okay... and she's going to stay here?"

"Until further consideration, yes. I'm going to enrol her at school too, she also needs help being, well, human." Stiles said.

Noah raised his eyebrows slightly, he let out a deep breath, "okay, she can stay here. Just don't make a habit of turning inanimate objects human, okay?"

Stiles perked up slightly, "okay."

"Have fun at school, remember to be back in time for dinner tonight, okay? You can introduce me to, um...?" Noah trailed off.

"Rose." Stiles added.

"Rose." Noah nodded before heading to his bedroom to sleep after his late night shift at the Sheriff's station.

Stiles tidied up his blankets and pillows before heading upstairs, he opened up the curtains in his room and shielded his eyes from the morning sun.

"Good morning, Rose." He said as he wondered around his room, finding his text books for the day and grabbing himself clean clothes before a realisation dawned on him. He didn't have any clothes for Rose to wear to school.

Rose groaned as she rolled over, away from the blinding light.

"You have to get up, school starts at 9 and it's 8." Stiles said whilst grabbing his phone from his bedside table.

"School?" Rose muttered.

"Please tell me you know what school is." Stiles sighed.

She turned to face him and gave him a questioning look.

"We have a lot to get through in an hour... but first I have to ask one of my friends for help." He said as he sat on the edge of his bed, opening up a new text to the only person who he knew could help. Lydia.

stiles
hey lyds! i kinda have an emergency,
can you bring some of your clothes
over? and some sneakers? don't ask.

lydia
uh, sure? be there soon.