Mine [Morgan]

Morgan had decided to call in to the station to visit his old man and to make sure he was taking care of his general well being. After all he had nothing better to do as he had only just returned to Beacon Hill’s a few days ago. He decided to stop by the local coffee shop that was a few doors down from the Sheriff Station and he picked up the old man’s typical coffee order minus the usual side of a pastry the Sheriff usually would get and he even purposely replace the sugar with Stevia and asked for it to have low fat milk that was heart healthy. He also ordered himself a drink that was so a typical to his personality and utterly loaded with sugar. He had a rather nice Iced Coffee with a mixture of Cane Sugar Syrup and Vanilla Syrup. He paid for the drinks and grabbed the cardboard casing that held them, he pocketed his change soon after before thanking the clerk and heading out the door, and while balancing the coffee in one hand he flipped out his phone and fired off a text to his old man saying he was on his way with coffee and he pocketed his phone and walked the remainder of the distance to the sheriff station. He made his way through the station like it was the old days, greeting the deputies as he made his way to his old man’s office. Even though he did not know any of the deputies of today, it seemed like they knew who he was. Most likely because his old man was a sap and had family photos stashed away in his office. He knocked on his old man’s office door before letting himself in when he heard the typical gruff answer of “Come in”. He smiled softly with a sparkle in his glacier colored eyes as he walked in and closed the door behind him and he slipped his old man’s coffee out of the cardboard casing and his old man looked up and brightened visibly when he saw his eldest son with coffee. His old man greeted him with a grin and the words “Hey kid, you are a life saver”. His old man took his coffee and placed it on his desk before pulling Morgan into an awkward bear hug, nearly sending Morgan’s own drink flying. Morgan returned the hug slightly with one arm before pulling away and taking a seat and pulling out his own drink ad taking a sip, before binning the cardboard casing and responded to his old mans exclamation of being a life savor.

“Well that’s what eldest sons are here for, that and making sure you stay healthy!”


He grinned as he noticed his adoptive father pulled a face when he sipped at his coffee when he tasted the Stevia after taste, but his old man said nothing of it. They kept taking for awhile, sipping at their respective drinks and Morgan fired off ideas on what to do with his old man and the two of them came to the conclusion that Morgan would move out of the Stilinski residence to keep the peace as well as find some sort of income despite the complaints from his old man about being able to take care of both his sons. However the peaceful banter was shattered wit the rather rude arrival of Morgan’s estranged younger brother Półmrok ”Stiles” Stilinski. The kid stormed in with knocking, this was a real pet peeve of Morgan’s and he narrowed his eyes in distaste and then his nose caught the disgusting smell of grease, burgers and curly fries. He never could stomach the stuff, especially even now. He lived off an organic diet for the most part, ad he was determined to keep his father healthy. He wonder how long it would take to for the fake grin that he could see on his “little brothers” face. He heard his brother say . “Sup daddy-o! I brought you some lunch.” And Morgan thought it was more likely he was trying to bribe his way back into the old man’s good graces. Oh boy his little brother noticed him as he turned to take his usual place… well not his currently as Morgan was currently sitting in said chair. He snorted amusedly when he heard his little brother exclaim “What the hell is he doing here?”. Morgan just waved his brother, before sipping casually at his iced coffee, he was going to play nice cause he did not want to cause the old man any grief. If anyone was going to cause his old man grief it seemed like it would be Stiles at this point. He decided a little sass was in order and since his old man was to busy to answer Stiles by exploring the paper bag filled with greasy take out.

“its called father son bonding time Półmrok”

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 827
Notes; Morgan is not taking no guff from his little bro!

Morgan cocked his head to the side as he took in the frustrated, and even angered pose as his little brother gripped his keys tightly in his hands as they shook up a storm. He could see it in Półmrok’s aura that he could snap and possibly lash out violently. The mood that was oozing off his little brother was clashing horribly with his own cheery disposition but he grinned and bared it as getting angry would not work in his favor. But staying in a good mood would be the best thing to do for now, as it seemed like his old man was slowly getting irritated at Półmrok’s behavior. Morgan now began to get the clue, and he gave his old man kudos for pulling a fast one on him, it was not every day some one lured him into a proverbial trap… well less a trap for him and more a trap for his kid brother. By the posture his old man was in, he seemed to be distracted by his precious junk food, but he was defiantly alert of his youngest son’s actions towards Morgan. Even if his brother did try to hurt him, he had no doubt his father would not charge his youngest son with anything serious, he imagined a slap on the wrist and taking his precious jeep away as well as throwing in a grounding to the mix. One did not push Sheriff Stilinski too far and lived to get away with it seemed. Morgan snorted as he recall some of the antics Scott and Półmrok got up to when they where younger. The two of them where trouble magnets and still seemed to be so and he could see the slight ever sign of grey in his old man’s dark blonde hair.

Regardless of what Półmrok thought, the Sheriff was not just his father, the Sheriff was their father. It was more than a piece of paper that deemed it so. Morgan leaving did not damage that bond so much that the Sheriff no longer thought Morgan as his son. Family was beyond blood in ones veins, it was determined by the bonds built up by those you lived with and shed sweat, tears and blood with. Even though Morgan was not physically in Beacon Hill’s he had kept in touch with his old man and shared every little detail of his journey with his old man and yes this meant his old man knew he was more than just human, although he did not get the exact details, but they where ironing out the kinks still. Morgan let one slender ash blonde eye brow arch up elegantly as he heard Półmrok say “You wouldn't know about that. Seeing as you don't have a father.”. Morgan thought his little brother was trying to rile him up for a fight, a fight that his little brother would not get and he chuckled under his breath as he was amused at the incorrectness of his little brothers statement. He has had two fathers in his life time, one was most definitely deceased and sorely missed while the other was sitting in this very room with them. In the end, it was his father that cut Półmrok as he stood up and slammed his hands on his desk whilst yelling out in the process “That’s enough!” He cringed physically as the bite of his old man’s voice stun his ears, but he bit down and went quiet as he knew now was not the time to test his old man’s patience. He heard his old man address Półmrok and tell him “Stiles, take a seat on the other chair. I've had just about enough of you two fighting.” And Morgan defiantly saw the brief look betrayal on his little brother’s face as he moved to do what he was told, however the kid decided to do one last attempt of teen angst filled defiance. He lashed out as he walked past Morgan, and Morgan grunted in an way that was not showing signs of amusement and did not bother acknowledge, the satisfied smirk on his little brothers face derived from the kick, which did no harm at all to him. He kept his eyes on his old man as he nodded when he old man said “We’re going to set some ground rules between the two of you.”

Morgan noted that it seemed like how his old man was more so addressing Półmrok about the ground rules, most likely because he was better behaved more then his little brother… well more like he had the brains to not get caught when he was up to no good but that was behind him now as he was an adult of the exact age of twenty six. He watched bemusedly as his old man abandoned the junk food as he walked around to the front of his desk and leaned against it. Oh boy did he mean business. His old man then looked over at his little brother and mentioned, “As well as talk about what has you so riled up.” Morgan picked up on the major vibes bouncing around the room and he got the clue that there was more to what was being said then just what was going on between him and Półmrok, his express turned curious as he wondered if his old man was going to tell him the full story of the mess that had happened while he was absent from Beacon Hill’s, but that also brought up the thought that his old man might want to tell Półmrok of his unique elfyness, which he preferred to keep his little brother out of that, as it was his problem to deal with and his old man was involved because he needed some one to talk to about some of things when he just needed some one to talk about. He noticed as Półmrok looked down at his shoes and he saw the possibility of shame bloom over his brothers blackened aura. However his reverie was burst and he looked back at his old man from where he was peering at his brothers aura subtly to try to learn what he could. But then his old man asked him, “Morgan, you start. Clear the air.” He noted how his old man waved his hand before sipping at the coffee concoction that Morgan had picked up for him that was friendly towards his old man’s health and Morgan sighed as he did not know really where to start. So he decided to start at the beginning and he started to speak hesitantly, while flickering his emotive icy blue eyes between his father and little brother.

“I suppose starting at the beginning would be the best thing to clear the air… explaining what drove me to leave Beacon Hill’s six years ago sounds like the best way to start as well.”



Morgan continued on with his tale, with his heart and emotions on his sleeve, he shifted awkwardly as he was not used to sharing such details with anyone but his old man as he had been on his own for so long he had become used to it. But he continued.

“It was about a week after the Hale Fire… I was well shell shocked after Laura and Derek just disappeared into thin air with out a word and I found myself at the burnt out ruins of their home… I don’t know why I went back their… maybe I was just trying to find some clue amongst the ashes of where they went, I found nothing and I went for a walk and I got a bit lost in the woods and that’s where she found me, the guidance school councilor… she pretty much gave me some well needed advice and told me to leave to protect those I cared for… she was very vague about it all but she made it seem like it was not safe for me to remain in Beacon Hill’s at the time, but she told me to return when I was called back…”

Morgan let out a dry and dull laugh, if he was not an elf he would of not believed it and he defiantly noticed the look on his old man whom picked up on the half truth of the story, but his old man already knew the full story mostly, but Morgan did not feel comfortable revealing every single detail to his little brother and if his brother wanted the full story he would have to earn it.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 1435
Notes; Oh boy that sparked my muse, sorry for the wall of text Cece XD

Morgan rolled his eyes lightly as he noticed his little brothers attempt to feign being comfortable, when it was clear as day to anyone with the ability to see auras that he was not comfortable. For a little while it seemed like Stiles was pretending to listen, most likely for the old man and not for his own sake. A few stilted and quiet seconds passed before he noticed his little brother was actually now listening. Not long after Morgan had finished telling his tale, Stiles barked out a mocking laugh and Morgan let one single ash blonde eyebrow rise in curiosity as his tale was nothing but a serious matter. As his little brother spoke the words “Yeah, real smart plan that was.” Morgan could not help but get the feeling there was more to the words then Stiles was letting on, he did always suspect that Marin Morell was more than a bystander but he would have to seek her out at a later date. He remembers the days when he was in high school himself and how Marin always seemed to be there to guide him when he needed it the most. Back then when Marin gave him the advice to leave she was not a stranger to him, as she had already started working at Beacon Hills High School by the time he was attending it. Not to mention he was already leaving for a trip, he just left sooner and he did keep in touch. However his little brothers desire to get the last word in and to keep ranting was cut off, when their old man cut Stiles of sharply by saying his name, well horrible nickname really. The old man looked over at Morgan as if he was waiting for him to say something else, yet after a painful and awkward moment passed Stiles snapped out “Nice talk, guys. Let's make sure to meet again next week. Hopefully without any lies.” Impatiently and Morgan snorted in amusement at how hypocritical that statement was and he quipped out with a raised eyebrow.

“Pot meet Kettle”


His little brother was known for not lying straight in bed, so to speak, but his amused tone died off when he noticed the old man rubbing at his temples as if he was in physical pain before placing his coffee back on the desk. His old man then rasped out tiredly at Stiles “I said enough, kid.”. Morgan could feel the fury building up in his little brothers aura after those words left their shared father’s lips. His brother may have been trying to hold it all in for his father’s sake but the straw finally broke the camel's back and Stiles began to rant. First he said “Why are you taking his side in all of this? He's the one that left! I bet he doesn't even know how bad you got.” Morgan frowned at this but he remained silent as it was up to his father to deal with Stiles’ outburst. But in truth his father was not taking sides, al he was doing was what a father does and keep his small family from being torn apart. However Morgan did know how bad his old man got, he found out from his old man via one long expensive phone call home which involved his father answering drunk and pouring his heart out and it hurt Morgan that he could not go back to snap his old man out of his funk, but he always understood the hurt and all the pain, as his father had lost his soul mate and Morgan did not know why or how but deep down he knew what that felt like. So Morgan did what he could from a distance and talked his father down from the edge when he could, but it was not enough it seemed. Yet Stiles did not stop ranting, and he blurted out “He was drunk more than half the time and I was left here watching over him. Making sure he didn't drink himself dead. And what did you do? Travel the freaking world because your guidance counselor told you to leave.” Morgan scowled at the fact that his little brother was implying that he travelled the world for the fun of it. It was not for the fun of it and he did not travel the whole world just north western Europe and it was no walk in the park. He had his own trials and tribulations to deal with. He had his memories slowly trickling back like a haunting stream whilst he slept. He dreamt of horrors that this world had yet to see. Morgan began to seethe at the thought that he left to shirk his duty to his family, when it was the opposite. When the set of words left Stiles mouth the temperature dropped to an icy temperature, as Morgan tended to make the air colder than ice when he was pissed. So when Stiles said “I cleaned up after him. I kept him fed. I stayed here. But by all means, come back when you're not needed and screw with my head more than it already has. That's exactly what I fucking need.” It was only natural that some control was lost and the air went frigid, however it could be blamed on faulty air conditioner systems as the system on the station was old. He gave his old man a look in the eye and raised his hand to stop his old man from handling Stiles’ mess, but the kid need to learn his idiotic garble came with consequences.

“Do you really believe I came back to just mess with your head? Well too bad, I’ve got far more important concerns than playing mind games. And speaking of games, really nice of you to wait until I returned home before telling me my best friend was dead.”

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 991
Notes; oh boy X3

Morgan noticed the look his old man was giving his little brother and he got the distinct feeling that the old man wanted to question his little brother based on looks alone. Speaking of Stiles; it seemed like sharing time would be one sided. The old man may not know the extent of the damage that had been done but Morgan had hints of just how badly his little brothers state of mind is. Morgan may not have a name for what malicious spirit that did the damage to his little brothers mind but he had hints enough based on how tainted his little brother’s aura was. It would be awhile before he figured out on his own and it would be damn tiresome and he just wish he had a hint or two to go on. His little brother needed help, and if he would just open up to Morgan he could help with the pain, as Morgan was familiar with the pains of the heart. Having one's whole biological family torn apart by creatures blacker the black was something he would never get over. His eyes grew stormy when he heard what his little brother said next “I wasn't the one who didn't keep in contact, asshole. And maybe if you hadn't fucking left you could have stopped it. Seeing as she was murde-” he figured something went a foul with Laura’s death as Laura was full of life and never got sick but the pieces started to fall into place. His best friend was murdered and his mind started to put together a very small list of suspects, infact the list consisted of two potential people. One who he suspected over the other. The list was that woman who stalked and later dated Derek who may have burned down the Hale House and of course her uncle Peter whom he did not think would actually kill his own family but seeing Peter briefly a while back did prove that people change. Still that woman.. what was her name… Kate? Was his prime suspect.

“and this just gets better and better… for one I did stay in contact, you can vouch for that right old man? Also Murdered? I think everyone needs to god damn stop leaving me in the dark”

Morgan was pissed however he let himself remain calm and kept good eye on the bantering between his father and little brother. It would not be long til his little brother spilled the beans on it all and he figured if he pushed the right buttons it might come sooner rather than later. Oh and he could tell his little brother new who killed Laura and he bet he was just keeping the information away to spite Morgan. He cocked an eyebrow when he heard the next bit of dialogue from his little brother “I think it's time I went home. That sound good to you, pops?” as if he was getting away till all was revealed and Morgan snorted in amusement. He would not be surprised if the old man locked them in his office soon enough or threw them into one of the lock up cells till they sorted their stuff out. His little brother made a beeline for the door only to be stopped in his tracks by their shared father when he said “Stiles! Get back in that chair.” and it was more the tone that made Stiles turn one eighty and return to his chair. His old man waited a moment or so before addressing his little brother and asking him this “I think you should tell Morgan about what happened with the N-” However as soon as his old man got close to finishing what he was saying his little brother cut him off frantically by exclaiming “No!”. He practically could see the panic building in his little brother's eyes and his little brother saying “He doesn't get to know.” made things more interesting, but at least he had a new hint and that was the creature’s name started with an N and it narrowed it down a lot as he could not think of anything in western mythology that started with an N that could cause this form of damage, looks like he needed to brush up on different forms of mythology and he was suspecting something eastern or Oceanic based. Stiles gripped the back of his chair hard as his hands started to shake. When his old man said his little brothers horrible nickname in attempt to talk Stiles down he got another frantic no. His father’s expression started to grow concerned and he listened to his father say “Son.” followed by his old man push off away from his desk and his little brother looked their father dead in the eye with some fight in his eye which made the old man freeze with worry lines etched into his face. Morgan’s own eyes flickered back and forth from his father and his little brother and his own brother furrowed in worry and he caught his old man’s gaze when Stiles said “Don't you dare, dad. If you tell him, I swear to god, I'll never forgive you.” and he got the feeling his old man might just risk that. Morgan cleared his throat to get the attention of the warring duo that was his little brother and father. He gave them both the look that meant business before saying his piece.

“How about we stop beating around the bush and let good old Morgan in on these annoying little secrets? Also in my experience keeping certain type of secrets are bad, so if Półmrok is not going to tell me, I certainly hope you will old man.. because I am tired of being kept in the dark”

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 969
Notes; I so think its time Morgan is told it all now XD

Morgan sighed in dismay when his little brother said “Stop calling me that!”. His little brother should be proud of his name and not act so ashamed of it. The situation was so beyond his brother’s control and even Morgan’s at this point as al the cards where in there shared father’s hands. It was clear as day that Stiles’ condition was worsening as the seconds ticked on by. Morgan could see how anxious his little brother was becoming and that always did not lead to good things. Morgan let his own eyes catch his little brothers, and he was wearing a stern look on his face as if to pierce through ones very soul. Perhaps as his eyes where appearing now, they could be described as cold and almost alien. His little brother bitterly and angrily spat out “You don’t get to say that name.” Morgan was not even surprised in the slightest with his little brother saying that and he knew his brother was barely holding in the desire to inflict bodily harm on him, not that it would help his little brother’s case as there father would not react well to violence. He then heard the hoarse whisper of “No one does,”. But it would not matter as Morgan would always call his brother by his name, for Stiles had his name unlike Morgan who did not have that blessing. His real name was forgotten to the sands of time. His own eyes flickered with sorrow of that thought, it brought his own mind to darker times before he even came to Branwen. Things that where only a distant memory, faces that he barely could recall. A Father’s praise forgotten, a Mother’s words faded, a sister’s laughter no more and of love that was nothing but a shadow of the past. He reigned in his own emotions but it was likely that it would have at least been noticed by their old man. Stiles seemed to relax in some way. His grip on the plastic chair he was sitting was reigned in as his hand was moved to sit on his lap. The world seemed to take on a silent tone to it as no one spoke.

The silence was finally broken by his father saying “Everything hasn’t been easy since we lost Claudia, you know that.” As he slowly placed a hand on Stiles’ shoulder gently before continuing on with “Some weights are meant for a parent to hold, but Stiles” and his father sighed before saying “he took more than he should have. More than I should have allowed him to.” Morgan got that all of those words where aimed at him and his brother had gone so still as if he was in a trance or even dead. Well he seemed dead but to Morgan he could see the life. His old man then said “I’ve kept many things from you, this…situation, will just have to be another one.” Morgan had gone eerily silent himself, as his own mind was churning like the tide, he was lost in what fractured memories of his past and of the recent past. Images danced on his mind. Red Eyes glimmering in a school hallway, a woman with dark hair lying in a hospital bed and a broken boy danced in and out of his vision. He was starting to feel like he felt back when he was first found by Branwen and after he lost her and was taken in by the Stilinski’s. He felt lost in the darkness with himself as a sole light being consumed slowly. He tried to speak but all that came out was a reversion of the past as he speaking in gaelic.

“Tá mé athair brón orm…”

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 626
Notes; I would hope so X3 Also the gaelic translates to "I am sorry father"