Jackson: Okay, when Malia made the Mistake, capital letter, that is Scott McCall, I decided to let it go, because I’m an awesome brother and she wasn’t serious about him. I guessed that she wanted to date an idiot that would easy to control, and while I judged her for backing down from a challenge, I didn’t murder the clown. But you, Allison. What the fuck is wrong with you? Did you browse the yearbook searching for the worst possible boyfriend. “Uh, look at that, Scott McCall, the living embodiment of mediocrity who had sex with my little sister. What can go wrong? I’ll just bring him home to meet the family, because mom and papa won’t murder him and bury him in the backyard. WHAT COULD GO WRONG?”
Allison: Okay, just because you hate Scott–
Jackson: HE DOESN’T LIKE DEREK, ALLISON.
Peter: You tell her, son!
Jackson: What kind of deranged lunatic are you giving orgasms to!? He was alredy dumb as a rock and a worthless, spinless disgrace upon humanity, but on top of that he doesn’t like Derek! What will be next? Is he raping baby seals on his free time? I wouldn’t put it past him!
Allison: Oh, come on! Not liking Derek is not equivalent to raping baby seals, you insane dick. And this is none of your business.
Jackson: You are right in one thing: is not equivalent. Because if you are raping baby seals, you must be into adorable, pure, wonderful balls of darling sunshine. So a baby seal rapist would like Derek. You are dating someone worst than a baby seal rapist!
Malia: (under her breath) Burn.
Malia: … Papa, are you actually crying?
Peter: No! I just– After this hellish month, I feel like I’m a good father again.
Jackson: Oh, papa! (hugs him) This is not on you, dad’s the one that taught us to give chances to people even if they were obviously inferior to us.
Chris: (sardonic) I love you too, Jackson.
Victoria: He does have a point, honey. You were the one that voted for public school.
Allison: I hate all of you.
And yes, Derek adores babies and loves his cousins and little siblings so much. It’s adorable and wonderful. And now he has a job in a daycare and has the time of his life playing with little children and giving them hugs to make them happy. And they are happy with him! They gift him cute cards with animals and cute little crafts and once a little girl made up a cute little song about his bear-hugs and he cried on the spot. His family tease him about it, but no one is capable of being actually mean.
And Jackson happens to be his favorite because– well, how couldn’t he be? The girls enjoyed playing with him, but they grew out of needing him that much, while Jackson never did. He would still go to him when he was angry with his parents and cuddle agaisnt him while telling him what it was about. So yeah, Derek loves him soooo much and when he leaves to London he is sad, because he miss him a lot! Jackson skypes with his family constantely, but Derek is the one that calls out of nowhere to check on him and they can spend hours talking about anything. They are the only boys in their family, so it’s like they are brothers.
All comes to a breaking point that Saturday. Scott is having dinner with the Hargents again (how???????????????????????? it’s a terrible mistake but Victoria tricked him into it) and Derek comes for a visit. And oh. He… he didn’t know that Scott was around, he can go! He doesn’t want to bother anyone, really, he just wanted to bring them some peach cobbler and he is sorry to have interrupted. He should go.
Jackson: Fuck that. You’re family, you stay.
Victoria: Of course you stay, you just had the gesture of bringing us Allison’s favorite dessert, we are not going to throw you out.
And he stays, of course, because he misses his family and hasn’t seen Jackson in ages! (Like, four full days.) He explains that his daycare is going to have a little bake sale in support of the construction of a new park, so he is practicing his baking and thought that they might like to give it a try, even if it isn’t as good as Victoria’s, who is the best baker in the family.
Kira: That sounds so cool! Can I help? I could make cookies!
Derek: That would be great. Could you help tend the tables too, if you don’t mind? We are getting a lot of offers of baked goods, but most people can’t help selling them because they are busy with the children. We could take a shift together.
Kira: Yeah, I would love to! We are going to have a great time.
Scott: Wait, are you going to tend the tables?
Scott: I mean, is that a good idea? Because you are not really that friendly. You could scare off some people, specially the children you don’t know.
Derek can’t say that it has never happened, really. He is grouchy and awkward and not great with words. Or people. Fuck, Scott is probably right and he shouldn’t tend the tables. He could offer to babysitt for free to people that would be actually any good selling the sweets, though. He is sure some of the mothers would take him on it and he would be still helping, even if it’s not that hands-on.
Jackson throws the chair back when he stands up, ready to chew Scott up, but he is not the one to talk.
And everyone stops, because that voice… that’s not a good voice. Victoria would sometimes use the Quiet Voice of Doom. Even Chris had fallen into it in some occasions, but Peter? Dramatic, angry Peter, whose first instinct would be scream and throw things against the wall? Even Chris and Victoria have freezed.
Peter: I’m going to go the kitchen for another bottle of wine. When I come back, Scott won’t be here. Because if he were stil in my home, I would be mad.
There is a collective flinch, because they know the kind of mad Peter’s talking about. It’s the kind of mad he got when Chris actually told them about his shitty childhood, the kind of mad he got when Jackson tried to push Malia into traffic because she had gotten the las golden sticker. The kind of mad he got when someone messed up with his family and he– snapped.
And he had a month of frustration ready to blow up.
Allison: (pushing him out of his chair) Fucking run, Scott. Come on! Run away.
He obeys, terrified, and doesn’t stop until he is in his home, locked up in his room.
Stiles: Hi, Scott, Are you still alive?
Scott: I don’t know for how long… I think Peter Hale is going to kill me.
And then. Something breaks his window.
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