Triple the Trouble

Stiles hummed as he played with the rubic cube at the pack meeting. He tapped his foot wanting to go home and wait for this brothers. Yes, brothers. Stiles is the last of the Stilinski triplets. He groaned and ran his hand through his hair.

"Stiles, stop tapping your feet." Derek growled at the human but Stiles glared. "Hey! You can't blame me, my-" He got interrupted by his phone going off. It was playing I Bet My Life by Imagine Dragons.

He hurried to answer his phone knowing who it was. "Hey Storm-" His older brother cut him off. "S-Stiles come to the hospital... S-Stuart he oh my god Stiles, we got into a car crash and just please come to the hospital." His older brother hung up and let Stiles process everything.

Stuart and Storm... Injured? He quickly pocketed his phone and ran outside ignoring the confused looks he got from the pack. Storm, the precious innocent one had told him that Stuart is injured. He blinked back tears as he started the jeep and quickly drove backwards and shifted the gear forward, ignoring the sounds of cars following him

. He let out a shaky sigh as he reached the hospital, turned off his jeep, left the car and locked it. He ran into the hospital looking for his other look alike with a beanie and sweater.

"Storm!" He yelled as he ran towards his brother and knelt in front of him taking in on his injuries. Few scrapes and scratches, busted lip, bruised eye. More injuries on his body probably. He quickly noticed the tears and wiped them away gently with his thumb.

He sat down on the floor and let his brother crawl on to his lap and cradled him. He whispered reassuring words into his ear and let his whiskey colored eyes cloud with tears. "Stiles, who's that?" He chuckled humorlessly and looked at his pack.

"T-This.." His voice cracked as he felt Storm's grip tighten on him, hiding his face against Stiles neck. "T-This is Storm... We are t-two of triplets... The first is getting checked here..." Stiles buried his face near Storm's neck. "YOU HAVE BROTHERS!?! BUT YOU'RE TRIPLETS!?!" Scott yelled in a hurt voice as Stiles whimpered. Lucky their dad came at the right time.

"Yes Scott, Storm and Stuart had to stay with their Uncle Phil since Claudia and I couldn't take care of all three of them." John knelt down and held both his boys close while whispering reassuring words also. "John, Stiles, Storm." The trio along with the pack looked up to see a tired Melissa. "Stuart is okay, just had a concussion."

The three of them released the air they were holding. Storm used his finger to write on Stiles shoulder to indicate what he wanted to say. "Can we see him?" Melissa gave them a tired smile and nodded. The trio got up quickly and went towards the room that the eldest triplet was in.

They ran towards Stuart and held his hand, arm or nuzzled his neck. "I'm not dead you know." John and Stiles chuckled but stopped when Storm released a sob. "I-I almost killed you..." He whimpers until Stuart places his hand on Storm's heart. "I'm not that easy to kill." He smiled slightly at his little brother who crawled on the bed and nuzzled his side.

Stiles bit his lip as he debated to do the same. "Get your fine ass here also Batman." Stiles grinned and joined Storm but nuzzled Stuart's other side. "If Stiles is Batman then who am I?" Storm blinked up at his older brother with his whiskey colored eyes. "I'd say Bruce Banner. I am Superman." Stuart winked at his little siblings who punched his hand lightly.

"Where do the stars shine.
Where does the sun rise.
Where does the moon rest.
Where does your heart beat.
Where are you?
I call out to you.
To be the one I need.
We are the sun, moon, star.
We are the
Sun
Moon
And star."