"I can't believe it took you this long to get your licenses." The spindly teen nudged his friend in the arm, a smirk on his face. "I mean, it's just in time for graduation." They were waiting at the Beacon Hills secretary of state, home of the longest wait. Stiles had gotten Scott there a bit late, so they hit the rush hour traffic of people trying to get things done so they could go home.

"Dude, you drive me everywhere. Why would I even need to drive? I just got it because you need it to get an ID and I need to send it in for my college application." The slightly shorter boy said as he shrugged.

His friend gawked for a minute as he pulled his legs in a bit so someone could take a seat next to him. "Wait, Scott. You know you can get an ID without knowing how to drive, right? Like your licenses is your ID, but there's also a state ID." He squinted as Scott gave him a slightly baffled look. He reached over and gave him a comforting pat on the back. "Easy there, don't break your brain. Going to need those for finals." Scott grinned at the comment, leaning back in his chair a bit so it reclined backwards.

"Well, shit. All that parallel parking BS and I didn't need to? That was like three weeks of driving school, dude. Not cool."

"Scott, driving is an essential part to adulthood. You need this. You might never drive again but just trust me, it's better to know so you don't kill everyone if you need to drive the getaway car." His reasoning made the other sigh. "Cheer up. Oh, and..." he leaned in to whisper, but at that moment something caught his eye on the floor. "Is that a voodoo doll?"

"What? Dude, what?" Scott almost fell backwards as his chair clanked to the floor, and a woman nearby glared at him as she gave a loud scoff at his sudden panic.

"Under your chair. Hold up, it's not a voodoo doll, just a teddy bear." He reached down and picked it up gingerly, studying it. "...a really, really badly mangled teddy bear."

"Stiles, you almost scared the shit out of me." Scott whispered, looking at the bear. After a few seconds of silence he said assuredly, "Not mine."

"No, really? I thought you carried around a messed up teddy bear all the time. I was just about to ask you if it's yours." Stiles glanced around, propping himself up on the back of the chair to gaze at the assembly of people. "Nope, no kids here. Must have been there awhile."

"What about that guy over there?" Scott said suddenly, jabbing his finger an inch from Stiles' face in the direction of the man. "He's got one of those baby storage thingies."

Stiles slowly turned to his left to look at the most displeased looking individual in the place. He had dark hair, what seemed to be a permanent scowl, and looked like his five o'clock shadow had been extended to a nine o'clock shadow. At first he didn't know what Scott meant by a 'baby storage thingy', until he realized there was a baby carrier sitting on the ground next to the guy, and little feet were sticking out of it.

"Oh. Well, he looks menacing. I'm just going to stick the bear back under the seat and we'll call it a day, eh?" Stiles started leaning over to drop the bear back on the floor, but Scott grabbed his arm, then stared at him for a moment.

"Stiles. What if that's the baby's favorite toy? And it starts screaming in like, ten minutes when it thinks in its little baby brain about what's missing. And we're here for another hour because they've only got two people manning a crowd of like thirty. It's math, Stiles."

"I do hate screaming babies..." Stiles sighed, glancing back over at the intimidating baby-harboring guy. He then realized, this guy was sitting on the end of the aisle- right near the bathrooms. Hey, this could totally work. He could try dropping the toy next to the carrier as he makes a beeline for the bathroom like he's in a hurry.

"Yeah, I'll go try to give it back. One sec." He stood up, stretching a bit before he wiggled his way past Scott's legs and past a passive-looking old man. Trying not to look too obvious of his plan to avoid the king of grump and his princess, he took a wide circle around the waiting chairs and then threw the bear on the carrier.

Well, what he thought was the carrier. Scott had taken that exact moment to give him a thumbs up signal and in his brief distraction, Stiles had chucked the bear not at the baby carrier, but at the guy's leg. It landed on the floor.

The guy at first acted like he didn't notice Stiles' bad aim, but when he saw the bear lying on the floor he narrowed his eyes and looked at the teen. "Did you just grab my kid's toy and then throw it at me?"

"Oh. Oh no, no I didn't do that. See, I was sitting over there with my friend - he's getting his licenses today, you know, took the classes and everything-" Stiles began, his nerves edging into his tone as he hurried on with his explanation. "-And we were sitting there and I look down and I saw this really shitty teddy bear and I'm like wow, this thing has been totaled, but we wanted to return it to the owner and yeah, it looks like your kid is the owner so I was going to just toss it at her and run to the restroom, because I have to pee."

The man maintained his extremely serious poker-face throughout Stiles' impromptu speech, then took a deep breath before he said, "...so you just thought you'd return her teddy bear, and the best course of action was to throw it at her face as she sleeps?"

"No, I mean, yes, but not throw it so much as delicately drop it on her. Not on her, but her carrier. Hey, you know, you look familiar. I mean, you look terrifying, but terrifyingly familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?" Stiles attempted at changing the conversation, but was met with the solid gaze and piercing silence. He slowly backed up, rubbing the back of his neck as he opened his mouth.

Before he could utter another word however, the man said very curtly, "Yeah. I know you. I think I babysat you when I was in high school."

Stiles squinted, mouth still ajar. "...babysat. Yeah. Well, I'm glad we got that out of the way. Have a good baby. I mean, a good day, with your baby." He started to back into the bathroom, but hit the plant behind him. Wobbling a bit, he turned to make his way around it before he felt the presence of the guy standing up behind him, towering.

"Wait, can you watch her a minute? They called my number, and I don't want to wake her up with moving the carrier."

"What?" Before Stiles could object, he was left with the carrier and an empty seat. He looked at Scott, who shrugged and pointed at the baby, then mouthed "sucks". Clearly Scott wasn't going to come over and sit with him and assist with Stiles' new baby-watching duties. Stiles slowly moved over to the seat where the guy had been, and lowered himself in it. It was still warm. "Egh." He said as he tapped his fingers on his knees impatiently, glancing over at the guy again. Wow. Where was this guy pulling all those papers out of? Was his jacket some sort of tardis? "Gonna be awhile," He remarked quietly, finally looking at the beat-up carrier and the baby he was supposedly now in charge of. "Just me and you. Wait, you're sleeping. Sleep."

His curiosity won out after a few minutes, and he slowly moved the sun-block canopy over the baby carrier back a bit to look at the tiny thing's face. That's when two very green and very bright eyes met his. He froze, realizing she wasn't really asleep. Staring at her like they entered a game of 'don't blink', he slowly said, "...you're not sleeping." She continued to look at him, at first not moving, but then her tiny hands started patting the side of the carrier.

"...oh. Oh, you want the bear?" He picked it up off the floor and then held it up to her, his reflexes taking over his actions. "Who's a good little baby who's not going to cry for the stranger watching her? You're that good baby! Here's the bear. Do you want to hug him and be quiet?" The baby stared at him as he wiggled the bear in front of her face. He frowned at her lack of interest in it. "...don't cry. If you cry I'm gonna cry and that's just ugly, trust me. I can cry for hours. You don't want to enter that conte-"

Suddenly her little hands shot out and she ripped the bear from his hand with such force it made him stand up in shock. "Whoa!" He said loudly, then glanced around at the crowd, who were all looking at him now. "...I mean, wow. This is a nice baby. I'm babysitting it, it's not mine folks, no need to worry. It just made a sudden movement and I got a little scared, but our bonding is going well. A+ plus bonding." Under his breath he muttered, "Bonding with the female hulk." He sat back down, then looked at the man at the desk. He was still looking at paper work. What was he doing, paying for parking tickets all the way back into the 1980's? Conveniently, Stiles thought, that actually might be the decade where his leather jacket was from.

He felt a little tug on his pant-leg after a moment, and he glanced down to find the baby had propped herself up and was staring at him from her carrier. The teddy bear was tucked under her little chubby chin. "Awwwwww," He couldn't help but comment, watching her watch him with that cute little bear shoved under her cute little chin. Wait, was he thinking this thing was cute? It could go from cute to siren at any moment. He smiled at her, and she smiled back. "...awwwww, aren't you the cutest thing on the planet? What do you want from me? Nothing could be that sweet and not want something." He reaches down to pat her hair, finding the dark tufts of hair extremely soft. "You are a charmer." He slowly traces his finger down the side of her face, then she grabbed his hand and started rubbing her chin on it.

"Awww, are you itching your face with my hand?" He laughed, tugging his hand away. Immediately she frowned. "Oh no, don't frown. Look, teddy isn't frowning." He picked up the doll and shook it in front of her, then he frowned himself. "...teddy doesn't have a mouth anymore but he's happy to see you!"

"Looks like you two are bonding," Stiles heard from behind him, jumping as he looked over his shoulder and dropped the bear on the kid's face. She let out an indignant snort. The younger boy stood up to look at the older leather-jacket one. Man, this guy was some sort of ninja. He didn't even hear him walk up behind him. The man leaned down and was about to grab the carrier's handle when he paused, looking at Stiles inquisitively, studying him strangely. Stiles felt a chill run down his spine as he pointed at the baby, finding the awkward moment unpleasing without saying something.

"She's a good kid." He said abruptly, shrugging as he crossed his arms against his chest protectively. "Cute."

"Yeah, she's a good kid. Hey, you're sheriff's son, right?" The man picked up the carrier handle with one hand, and held it effortlessly. "Sheriff Stilinksi."

"Um, yep. Sheriff's son. Hey, I better get back to my friend." Stiles stuck out his thumb motioning somewhere behind him, where Scott sat. "He's probably wondering where I went. But this has been really fun. I mean, not that I'm into babysitting."

The man raised his right eyebrow slightly as he looked behind Stiles, then said slowly, "The guy with the phone, right? He's playing angry birds."

Stiles stared at him, trying to think fast about why he would need to get back to Scott, who obviously was content playing on his phone. The man waved his hand in a half gesture good-bye, then said, "Yeah, you probably need to get back to that. Nice seeing you, Stiles."

"Yeah. Bye." He watched the man exit out the door, studying his back. "God, he's built." He started to turn, bumping into an old lady who was giving him an odd look. "Hey. Oh, I'm not gay. That guy was just..." She hurried past him out the door and he mumbled, "Yeah, you don't care."

He made his way back to his old seat, flopping down on it like he had just run a mile. "Dude. Did you see that? He left me with his baby. And that baby was weirdly strong man. Like it had a grip that would make Coach enlist it on the lacrosse team in two seconds flat."

"Maybe it just drinks a lot of milk. Hey, did we know that guy? Wasn't he like a senior when we were freshmen?" Scott kept his eyes fixed on his phone, then cursed under his breath. "Pigs."

"I don't actually know. Said he used to babysit me. ...wow. I watched his kid for like fifteen minutes and yet I didn't get his name. Didn't even think to ask."

"You were in baby shock." Scott snorted. "You should've seen your face, I thought you were going to run when he left you."

"Yeah. Probably." Stiles looked at his hand, the one the kid had rubbed her face on. "She was cute, I probably wouldn't have left her if she cried."