Coffee is a necessity for a cop in the City. And for this cop, used to having good coffee, there is only one shop that makes it right.
He'd been in the city for a week or so, and he had been studiously avoiding most of the weirdness. Not that he could avoid it all, mind you, and he had been very glad to discover that even mere mortals could fight demons, even if the damn things were scary, even so. But he had been here for a week, and working hard and just trying his best to figure out how to get home, to his kids. Stiles, Scott, Lydia, and the rest, they were his, all, even though only Stiles was his from birth. The others had earned and wormed their ways in.
And some had been taken away. He had lost one, at least, who had been part of his kids, his pack, as those self same kids called it, or his family, as he did. And he had felt the hurt there in his hear ever since, the same way he had felt the hurt when his wife died, if different at the same time.
And so it was, when he stood in line and actually came out of his thoughts, and his eyes focused...
...his breath slid out of his chest like a pained gasp, and his eyes went wide, and one name came out, barely louder than a whisper. He felt for a moment like something had grabbed his chest, and he staggered, and John Stilinski knew both fear and hope, at the same time, as that word escaped him.
Re: #7 ( Allison Argent | Teen Wolf )
He'd been in the city for a week or so, and he had been studiously avoiding most of the weirdness. Not that he could avoid it all, mind you, and he had been very glad to discover that even mere mortals could fight demons, even if the damn things were scary, even so. But he had been here for a week, and working hard and just trying his best to figure out how to get home, to his kids. Stiles, Scott, Lydia, and the rest, they were his, all, even though only Stiles was his from birth. The others had earned and wormed their ways in.
And some had been taken away. He had lost one, at least, who had been part of his kids, his pack, as those self same kids called it, or his family, as he did. And he had felt the hurt there in his hear ever since, the same way he had felt the hurt when his wife died, if different at the same time.
And so it was, when he stood in line and actually came out of his thoughts, and his eyes focused...
...his breath slid out of his chest like a pained gasp, and his eyes went wide, and one name came out, barely louder than a whisper. He felt for a moment like something had grabbed his chest, and he staggered, and John Stilinski knew both fear and hope, at the same time, as that word escaped him.
"Allison?"