33 Apocalypse Ave., Saturday Morning

[bitten_notshy]

Jack had skipped out on prom the night before. Watching children fumble toward each other in formalwear simply didn't sound very appealing, and anyhow there was a certain club in Baltimore that seemed much more deserving of his still-somewhat-one-note attention. (There were .... dancers. Very talented dancers. Though none, he had to admit, quite as flexible as Navaan.) He was on the hazy line between hungover and still drunk when he stumbled downstairs this morning.

He poured a mound of coffee into the brewer, turned it on, and sat at the table, trying to decide if the pleasure of a hit of nicotine was worth the trouble of figuring out where he'd last left his cigarettes. A small pink feather fell out of his hair and landed just beyond his fingertips, and he looked at it stupidly. He didn't remember getting that close to the stage.

[OOC: For housemates, visitors and AU kiddoes. Navaan link NSFW.]

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[hatemywolfdads.livejournal.com]

"Got that right," Connor replied. "The other place had other wolves there already."

He said that while making a face.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack made the face right back. "You're Derek's?"

Had they been playing very special werewolf monopoly in some alternate future?

[hatemywolfdads.livejournal.com]

MAYBE THEY WERE.

Connor made a face at that face. "Adopted. Stop being gross."

[bitten_notshy]

"I wasn't being --" Jack remembered in the middle of the sentence that the kid could probably smell him lying and cut himself off. "Anyhow. Come in, have some breakfast, I'll take you over to your other dad's place later."

[hatemywolfdads.livejournal.com]

"Great! Can I have cereal?" The really sugary kind that will make him insane to deal with.

[bitten_notshy]

"I can handle that." It didn't involve cooking or leaving the house. Cereal was the kind of request from a kid Jack was entirely in favor of.

He moved toward the kitchen to find a bowl and the box of Frosted Flakes. "Can you tell me about where you're from while you eat?"

[hatemywolfdads.livejournal.com]

"Beacon Hills?" Connor asked, taking a seat at the table. Because c'mon. He was getting food. And could easily follow movement in the house by listening close enough. "It's kind of boring."

If you ignore the random things that allow Connor to Hardy Boys it up thanks to Jack.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack snorted. "Right. There's only a random creature killing things there a few times a year. Totally dull."

[hatemywolfdads.livejournal.com]

"Those are boring. I'm not even allowed near them." See?

[bitten_notshy]

"Good." Sorry, Connor. One of your dads was boring. "And ... I forgot to ask what your name is."

Jack slid the bowl of cereal in front of the boy as he spoke, and set out the sugar bowl because he remembered being that age and wanting to rot his teeth all the time.

[hatemywolfdads.livejournal.com]

"Connor!" He grinned at the sugar bowl, immediately going for it.

[bitten_notshy]

Of course he was. And luckily, he had another dad who could deal with the hyperactive factor. Jack was cinsiderate that way.

Jack got himself another cup of coffee, dumped in his own motherload of sugar, and leaned against the counter to watch Connor in a way he hoped wasn't creepy. "How'd we end up adopting you?" he asked. "Or is that too long a story?"

[hatemywolfdads.livejournal.com]

"Hunters." Like that meant everything. "I needed a pack."

[bitten_notshy]

"Glad we could be that," Jack said, totally serious, and a little proud of his future self for doing that much for the kid.

[hatemywolfdads.livejournal.com]

"It's a good pack." He meant family. Apparently losing your folks to hunters made people emotionally unavailable.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack fought the crazy impulse to hug Connor. "Derek's a good wolf," he said instead. "Not a surprise he'd hold that together."