Stiles didn't feel hesitant about visiting the Girls again until he came to them injured…

Normally Stiles would go to Ms. McCall with his supernatural injuries or just tend to them himself but he knew she had just gotten her first night off in a while and he intended to let her have it. He would take care if it himself but there was it was deep and bleeding and he didn't like needles. Nope. Does even like to think about that fact. No needles or blood, please. But he didn't want it to scar too bad and if he didn't get it treated soon who knew what might happen.

Ya, in retrospect he should have cleaned up a bit first before going to see them but he did have a concussion and he was tired. Really tired. He could use the (his unofficial) bed at the Girls' place to get some sleep.

As soon as he walked in Jubilee and Sash were upon him. "Stiles, sweetie!" Jubilee scooped her arm under Stiles' and Ivy did the same.

"Sash," Ivy hollered. Sash turned and her eyes instantly widened at the sight of Stiles. "Go get ChaCha!" Sash nodded and flew off.

They bought Stiles to the back bedroom and laid him on the bed. He tried to explain to them he was fine and just wanted to rest again but none of them were listening. ChaCha burst into the room and instantly unloaded her kit and began to work on Stiles.

"Sweetheart, what have you gotten yourself into?" Sash was stroking his hand.

"I fell down a hill." He slurred.

"What were you doing in the woods?" Ivy asked sternly. "Still following your dad's scanners?"

Stiles eyed Ivy. "How'd you know I do that?"

Ivy smiled. "I work at the station with your dad. "

"Why have I never see you before." Stile hissed as ChaCha began to stitch him up.

"I work day shift but I've always heard stories of the Sheriff's son." Ivy was smiling but it soon changed. "There was nothing on the scanners about anything in the woods. So what were you doing there?"

Stiles was silent for a minute and ChaCha leapt to shake him awake. "Hm…?"

"You need to stay awake; now, please answer Ian."

Stiles looked back over to Ivy. "What did you ask, Ian?"

"What were you doing in the woods?" Ivy was serious now. All of them wanted an honest answer; they'd seen Stiles unexplained injuries. Ginger had panicked, believing that the sheriff might be abusing Stiles, but those who knew the Sheriff such as Ivy and a few of the other girls knew that that would never happen. They just wanted Stiles to be safe and be honest with them.

"I don't remember why." Ivy exchanged a glance with Sash.

"Memory loss would be common for his concussion." ChaCha defended as she continued to work.

Jubilee rolled her eyes. "Stiles, please just be honest with us." Her voice was desperate. They were worried. Stiles knew how to fight and defend himself, which was good, but he was injured and anxious so often it worried them. Stiles was silent. "Sweetie, can you hear me?"

"Sorry," Stiles whispered.

All of them lost their resolve at how broken he sounded. ChaCha sat back and examined Stiles over one more time. "You rest, Stiles, we're going to wake you up every once in a while."

ChaCha moved to leave the room. "I'm going to put up my stuff. I'll take the first watch and in an hour I'll wake him up and if one of you want to switch spots for another hour then repeat."

"I'll watch after you, Allen." Jubilee exclaimed. ChaCha nodded and momentarily left as did the other girls besides Jubilee. "I wish you would tell us what's happening to you. We care about you, sweetie."

ChaCha came back in and patted Jubilee's shoulder. "He'll be alright, Luca. He's still a child and I doubt he'll spill to us right off the bat."

Jubilee rolled her eyes. "He's been pretty honest with us already." He brushed away some of Stiles' hair. "I guess this is just something he wants to keep private."

"If it was something too bad the Sheriff would have taken care of it by now. Ian has said that the Sheriff is very protective of Stiles and after the last incident that I treated him-" (Jubilee still cringed at the thought and wound her fingers in Stiles' hair. "-the Sheriff kept checking in with me to make sure he was doing all he could to help him." ChaCha glanced over Stiles and sat in the chair next to the bed. "He's in good hands. You go out and help the guests; I've got him." ChaCha pulled out a book as Jubilee got up and left. "I'll see you in an hour."

When Stiles woke up again He was met with blonde hair and blue eyes. "Ah, so you've finally woken up." Stiles looked over at Mama who was glancing at his watch. "You still had 17 minutes before I had to wake you up and Tat took my place."

Slowly Stiles sat up. "What time is it?"

"8.43, how are you feeling?" Mama sipped his tea and scratched his stubble.

"Sore," Stiles rubbed the back of his neck and stretched.

Mama nodded. "We're all worried about you." Stiles looked down at his hands, cut up but healing. "We want you to know you can always talk to us about anything. We will never judge you, we know how harsh it can be to have people you care about thinking of you differently because of something." Stiles felt guilt welling up inside of him. "We love you, Stiles. No matter what." Stiles' facial expressions didn't seem to chance. "You don't have to talk now. No matter how long it takes, we'll wait." Mama kissed his forehead and stood up. "Allen's at work as are some of the others so if you wanna go without being bombarded by people now is the time."

Stiles nodded and stood up as well. "Thank you,"

Mama swept him into a hug. "Of course, dear; just happy you're alright."

"I love you all." Stiles muttered into Mama's breasts.

"And we love you too, you're our official son." He kissed Stiles' forehead once again before ushering him to the exit.

"You're always welcome here."

Stiles nodded and sniffed. "Thank you."

"Take care of yourself." Mama called as Stiles got in his jeep and drove off.

ION

-Feathers