"You have to tell me more."

Scott sighs at yet another comment from Stiles and wills someone to knock on the door. It's the weekly movie night at Scott and Stiles' apartment, but everyone is running late. Even Allison and Lydia, always on time and carrying snacks, have yet to arrive. Stiles flips between teasing Scott and wondering, loudly and graphically, what all the other couples might be doing. Scott's about had it with both of Stiles topics.

"I've told you everything, Stiles."

"You're leaving something out, Scott. I can tell."

"I'm not leaving anything out! We talked for a few minutes and then he left!"

"Come on, you can tell me anything, buddy! Did he kiss a chimney sweep?"

"What? No."

"But, seriously, did he start singing Spoonful of Sugar?"

"No, Stiles."

"Did he snap and clean up the nursery?"

"We weren't in a nursery."

"Oh my God, did he fly?" Stiles cackles gleefully, "Was he carrying a carpetbag and a parrot umbrella?"

"It wasn't even raining, Stiles!"

"Lighten up, dude." Stiles says easily, moving to open the door at an insistent knock, "You just met a hot, British nanny. Really, it's no big deal. I'm sure he's got a boyfriend/girlfriend anyway."

"You're right." Scott says mournfully as Lydia and Allison step into the room, carrying plastic bags with drinks and snack foods, "He probably does." It's been a week and Scott hasn't seen Isaac again. He has, however, talked about him incessantly since then. It's one of the reasons Stiles is taking so much enjoyment from annoying him now. Lydia quirks a brow at the words, setting the bags down on the coffee table and placing her hands squarely on her hips.

"Stiles...is...right?" She says suspiciously, "What are you two talking about?"

"Scott met the dude version of Mary Poppins." Stiles answers immediately, to the annoyance of Scott.

"He's not Mary Poppins, Stiles!"

"Just because you haven't seen a carpetbag doesn't mean he doesn't have one!" Stiles retorts, narrowly dodging a pillow thrown at his head by Scott. Lydia rolls her eyes at the pair of them while Allison looks interested.

"You met someone, Scott?"

"Sort of." Scott tries to explain the brief, world shattering meeting, "His kids wandered off, I mean the kids he nannies, and I brought them back." He sighs at the thought of Isaac's blue eyes, curly hair, and his accent.

"Maybe he goes to the park often." Allison offers, "Little kids like to run around, right?"

"But I haven't seen him since!" Scott moans, "My one chance and I blew it! I didn't even get his number!" He rolls over onto his stomach on the couch, sighing into the cushions.

"Don't worry, Scotty," Stiles' barely contained laughter is evident in his voice, "I'm sure he won't go on any chalk picture adventures without you." There's a yelp as someone, presumably Lydia, smacks Stiles.

"You'll see him again." Lydia says assuredly, "Trust me."

"And then you can ask him out on a date." Allison sounds genuinely excited by the prospect, "I didn't know you liked British nannies, Scott." She sounds amused, "How often did you watch Mary Poppins as a kid?"

"Not you too!" Scott explodes, rolling off the couch and onto the floor in exasperation, "When are Erica and Boyd getting here?" He mutters to the carpet and, right on cue, there's a loud knock at the door: Erica. He gets to his feet as the door opens but continues to mope, falling back onto the couch and allowing Erica to get a good look at his pitiful, dateless state. She responds with a quirked brow and a "What's wrong with you?" laced with humor. Scott merely shrugs.

"Scott met a guy-"

"A British nanny." Stiles interjects, "Scott met a British nanny."

"-at the park," Lydia pegs Stiles with an annoyed look, "And didn't get his number."

"Did he have a carpetbag?" Boyd grins and Scott huffs dramatically.

"Not you too!"

"What?" Boyd looks unperturbed, "You're the one head over heels for Mary Poppins."

"Which means," Stiles' eyes widen comically, "You only have until the wind changes to make an impression! Scott, you have to find him! What if Mr. Banks mends the kite before you go out on a date?"

"This is really getting old." Scott responds, "Mary Poppins jokes are done."

"Nope." Stiles says decisively, "They've only just begun. I'm sure even Derek will crack a smile when he hears what I've got lined up." He smirks at the thought of his stoic boyfriend cracking a smile.

"You can't tell Derek!" Scott panics, "He'll just tell Peter and then you know what'll happen! Peter will never leave me alone! He'll find Isaac and bring him to my wedding or something!"

"Don't be stupid." Stiles shakes his head, "Derek won't tell Peter. Peter will find out some other way."

"You're not helping, Stiles." Lydia says icily before changing her tone to a soothing one, addressing Scott, "Sweetie, if it's meant to be you'll find him again. He could be searching for you."

"And if he really is Mary Poppins," Erica chimes in happily, "He's got magic on his side."

"We could put an advertisement in the paper!"

"Why would we do that, Stiles?" Scott demands, dreading the answer.

"Well, we'll put a really bad one in the paper, you'll write your own, I'll rip it up and throw it in the fireplace, and then Isaac will appear on our doorstep with an umbrella and the shredded note!"

Scott can only glare at his highly infuriating best friend.

"Let's just start watching movies."

"No," Erica shakes her head firmly, "We need to find this guy."

"How do we do that?" Scott groans, "He's gone! What if he went back to England?" He groans again at the thought, smacking himself repeatedly in the forehead, "Why didn't I get his number?" He wails.

"You were star struck." Erica says sympathetically, "It happens to the best of us."

"What were the kids names?" Allison asks, "Did you get a last name?"

"Michael and Jane." Scott admits quietly and Stiles makes a choking sound.

"Are you serious?" He yells.

"Yes, Stiles!" Scott explodes, "The kids are named Jane and Michael! Just like the movie! Now how the hell are we supposed to find this guy because, honestly, I'm going to go insane!"

The room goes silent at the sudden display of, Scott guesses, actual anger before Boyd whistles appreciatively while Erica makes a soft, sympathetic noise and begins running a hand through Scott's hair, "We'll find him, Scott." She says reassuringly.

"But hoooow?" He whines.

"Easy." Erica grins, "Feel like going to the park?"

"It's nearly seven." Scott reminds her, checking his watch, "They're probably at home."

"Not now!" Erica says exasperatedly, "Tomorrow."

"With...the dogs?" Scott asks tentatively.

"Well, yes." Erica concedes, "But also tomorrow afternoon. With us."

"Us?" Stiles perks up immediately, "What do you mean 'us'?"

"We'll all sit with him!" Erica glares at Stiles, "Right?"

"I have a job!" Stiles protests, "And an ass of a boyfriend! I can't sit in the park all day! I mean, don't get me wrong, I love Scott and I really do wanna meet Mary Poppins, but come on."

"Only for a few hours." Erica pleads, "And won't it be worth it? Think of all the jokes you can make to this guy's face!"

"No way, count me out."

"Stiles, stop being stupid." Lydia tries her own tactic, "This is for your best friend."

"If I don't earn money, how will I pay my half of the rent?"

"You're fucking the company's owner for god's sake!"

"That is not why I have the job, Lydia!" Stiles looks offended, "But fine. I'll spend my precious time waiting for Burt to find his Mary Poppins. God, will I have to sing? I'm not singing. No Chim Chim Cher-ee, no Feed the Birds, no Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, nothing."

"But maybe if we say it loud enough we'll-" Erica begins.

"Sound precocious?"

"You guys are the worst." Scott groans and buries his face in a pillow.

He's beginning to wonder if this will even be worth it.