A Storm Sleeps With A Lullaby
It's been two days since the car accident. Storm still blamed himself, but Stuart constantly reassures that it wasn't his fault. There's something that the pack noticed about the triplets. They all have different personalities. Stiles, the sarcastic, wimpy (HEY!), skinny, leader Stilinski. Stuart, the calm, collected, overprotective Stilinski. Finally, Storm, the quiet, reserved, kind, shy Stilinski. I gotta stop breaking the fourth wall.
Anyway, in the Stilinski household, all of them are eating pancakes. "So, are Storm and Stuart going to finish high school with me?" Papa Stilinski looked up and nodded. They are. "B-But we'd be a grade ahead right...?" Ah yes, Stuart and Storm skipped a grade. Stiles whined. "I don't wanna be aloneeeee. Why you always lyin?" Storm giggled a bit and covered his mouth. Storm looked down and played with his hands. Papa Stilinski sighed. Storm was always afraid to laugh since they always picked on him for that.
"Hey. Don't be afraid, I'll kick their ass if they try something." Stuart looked at his littlest brother for help. Stiles smiled, "Yeah, we'll be there for anything, Storm." Storm shyly looked up and released a tiny smile. One that warmed the hearts of the Stilinski household. There was a knock on the door which surprised everyone since they didn't expect company. "Stiles you in there?" Stiles sighed and got up to open the door to his best friend- and the pack.
Dang it Scott. Storm peaked around the corner of the house and tensed. Stuart walked next to his brother and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "Who are they?" Stuart hissed as he felt Storm grab at the back of his shirt. Stuart reached behind him and pulled Storm to his side and held him close. Storm hid his face from the pack ignoring the pain that his glasses are causing to his nose. He raised his hand up, with long sleeve of his oversized sweater followed his hand. He pulled on the sleeve to cover his hand and held it to his mouth, whiskey colored eyes held pain, sadness, fear. He hummed a Russian lullaby to calm his nerves.
"We wanted to see if your.." Scott hesitated, "brothers are fine." Stiles smiled and nodded. "They are, Storm is a bit shaken up and Stuart is alright now." Stuart glared at them, his glasses reflecting off the sunlight as he walked away with Storm. "Come in." Stiles walked away from the door as the pack piled in. Isaac closed the door behind him. "Who are they?" Stuart hissed as he let Storm cuddle him on the couch. "Uh, oh that's Derek, Allison, Malia, Kira, Scott, Isaac, Lydia, Boyd, and Erica." Stuart looked at them up and down.
Storm rose both his hands and used their secret sign language to communicate with Stuart and Stiles. 'Um, are they harmless Stuart?' Storm's hands trembled out of fear. Stiles held up his hand and signed back to Storm. 'Yes, well all of them except one. Derek is scary but he's a puppy like Isaac.' Stiles automatically regretted what he said. Storm's eyes light up with curiosity. 'Puppy?' Stiles bit his lip as he looked at Isaac. 'Yes, puppy.' Storm smiled and nodded, dozing off to sleep. A yawn, similar to a kitten was heard before Stiles could blink. Storm was out like a light.
"When the seas are rolling in
When the stars are shining clear
When the ghosts are howling near
When we sing the Russian lullaby
Let's you and me together, leave for higher ground
When you are all alone just listen to the sound
Lullaby
We fall asleep when we hear
Lullaby
We fly away when we hear."