Teen Wolf AU: The pack decide to take a road trip to try and forget about all the bad things that have happened to them over the past few months. Everybody is happy, nobody’s dead and everything is beautiful.
So I had this thought this morning and I don’t THINK I’ve read this premise (but there are four and a half billionty Sterek fics in AO3 so probably it has been written lol)…
Sheriff gets shot on duty.
(Are you still here? Good. Like I’d ever kill John, please, not happening. Sheriff Hotass lives forever!)
But it’s bad enough that he’s in hospital for a good while and then requires physical therapy.
His physical therapist? Derek.
So Stiles, who is An Adult, basically lives at the hospital for the time that Sheriff is an in-patient, and due to Lack Of Sleep and Stress and Worry/Severe Anxiety, he sees Derek the first time and proposes marriage and/or life partnership.
Derek sees this guy with the dark circles and pale skin and shaky hands and KNOWS how Stiles is feeling (he knows Sheriff’s wife died many years ago) but he also thinks, due to the backpack spilling papers and books all over the floor, that Stiles is in high school (and also Stiles has resting baby face, so).
So Derek laughs it off, says he’ll take a ring pop as an engagement ring, but not just ANY ring pop, it has to be… Watermelon flavored or whatever.
Stiles’ brain goes offline for a minute or an hour, and resorts to random factoids about the candy industry while watching Derek put the Sheriff through a round of PT that doesn’t look like much more than gentle manipulation but has Sheriff gritting his teeth and sweating bullets (haha, Stiles’ brain, too soon!) and swearing under his breath.
And then Derek keeps coming back at the same time every day, and every day Stiles has a different flavor ring pop, and it’s cute and a “joke” but it’s never watermelon flavored, and also Derek continues to think Stiles is A Kid.
Until…
The day comes for Sheriff to be released and Stiles and Sheriff are arguing about something when Derek comes in for Sheriff’s final in-hospital PT session.
Sheriff: Would you tell my kid he needs to stop using up all his vacation time on me? Even my DOCTOR (significant glare at Stiles) agrees I’m capable of surviving on my own now.
Derek: Vacation time?
Stiles: It’s MY vacation time, and Derek understands that our honeymoon will have to wait until I’ve built up more. He’s understanding like that.
(Stiles hands Derek another Ring Pop that Derek puts in his pocket to give to the kid with the severely shattered femur in Room 14 without even looking at it because the package was purple, so probably grape flavored. It’s like Stiles isn’t even trying, but Derek feels a bit bad that this kid is spending all his allowance on candy for Derek that he ends up giving away to other kids…)
Sheriff: I know you FBI agents mostly just stand around with your thumbs up your asses, but even THAT requires you being present to do so.
Stiles: *significant eye roll* Hey, at least we don’t volunteer to be the target for two-bit gas station robbers to shoot at.
Derek: FBI?
Stiles and Sheriff: Huh?
Derek: Aren’t you a student? *a bit panicky, because suddenly Stiles is An Adult and Derek’s brain is having problems redefining him and his place in the world*
Stiles: *eye roll* Really? Did Melissa pay you to say that shit? I go undercover at a high school ONE TIME…
Derek: How old are you?
Stiles: 27.
Derek: Oh. I gave all the ring pops to kids in pediatrics.
Sheriff: *starts laughing, which fucking hurts, oww*
Stiles: I am Offended. You must take me out to dinner to make up for it.
Derek: *actually taking a moment to look at Stiles, who is cute and has been there for his dad every minute of the day for weeks* I only have enough time for coffee for a FBI agent, sorry. *is actually flirting now, which is vastly different from humoring an underage boy*
Stiles: Oh, is it gang up on the FBI agent day?
Derek: Well, all those investigating skills and you still haven’t found me a watermelon ring pop.
Sheriff: *fist bumps Derek*
Stiles: *narrows eyes* Fine. But if I bring you a watermelon one, you’re legally obligated to go to dinner with me.
~later that day/week~
Derek is waiting in the coffee shop on his day off when Stiles enters. He’s well-rested, cleaned up, and wearing a suit jacket because he’s going back to FBI office after this.
He looks HAWT.
Derek is the one nearly tripping over his tongue now, which is made worse when Stiles pulls a watermelon ring pop out of his pocket and drops to one knee.
Derek’s not sure whether his immediate “Yes” is to dinner… or the rest of his life.
(Spoiler: It starts with dinner but ends up being The Rest of His Life barely a year later.)
(Sheriff makes a full recovery but retires three years later when Stiles and Derek adopt their first child.)
(Yes, Derek is a werewolf. He leeches little bits of pain from patients when it won’t interfere with recovery.)
“I’m -” Bucky gaped, and he could feel the warmth as a wash of colour rose to his cheeks. “I’m *cute*? You -”
“Look, you asked, I told, you can’t -”
“- broke into a goddamned art gallery because -”
“- get mad at me for telling the truth, Sergeant Barnes!”
“- you think I’m *cute*?!”
“I’ve done worse to impress a guy.”
Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose, taking in a slow breath and counting to ten.
“This is insane,” he said. “You get this is insane, right?”
The Hawk leaned against the wall and crossed his legs at the ankle, wearing a smirk below his distinctive purple mask like there wasn’t bulletproof glass between them, like he wasn’t trapped and gonna end up in jail.
“I mean, it’s not the first time that’s been said.” He shrugged, and Bucky cursed himself soundly when his eyes dropped to the breadth of the guy’s shoulders, his biceps where his body armor left them bare.
“Well I hope this was worth it,” he said, and reached for the radio hooked onto his stab vest, wincing as it only squealed feedback when he pressed the button.
“Yeah, sorry about that,” the Hawk said. “We got a guy who does that kinda thing. Hacker, problems with authority, you know how it goes.”
“We?” Bucky asked – hey, he was preventing the guy from attempting an escape, attempting to source information about his operation, and that was the only reason he was keeping the guy talking. Wasn’t like he was interested, not even a little.
“Oh yeah,” he said, folding his arms across his chest. Bucky’s mouth went a little dry. “Yeah, there’s a whole team of us. See, we figure someone’s gotta stand up for the little guy – these big corporations, they take what they want. We steal it back.”
“So you’re, what, Robin Hood?”
“If the natty green hat fits,” the Hawk said. He grinned, wide and pretty, and Bucky fleetingly wondered what he looked like under the mask. “I’m the thief, my best friend’s a grifter, Tony looks after the machines. Then there’s the honest man who keeps us all in line, plans the heists, picks the clients. He’s our golden boy,” he said, and his grin slid sideways and back into a smirk, and Bucky felt a creeping suspicion that he really didn’t wanna have to look at straight on.
Stevie’s new guy, the one he’d been fluttering over for weeks, hadn’t he been called – ?
“Hate to love you and leave you,” the Hawk said, as there was the distinctive whine of an electric screwdriver from somewhere behind the bulletproof glass, “but I’m afraid that’s my ride. You ever get sick of being a boy scout, we could always use someone who’s good with their fists.”
“Hey,” Bucky said, coming back to attention, taking a couple futile steps forward when a coil of rope hit the floor beside the Hawk. “Hey, *no*!”
“Clint,” a woman’s voice snapped, somewhere overhead, but Bucky could barely hear it, too busy seeing goddamned red.
“Aaw,” the Hawk whined, wrapping the rope around his arm and starting to reluctantly climb, “but he’s so cute when he’s mad.”
Sure, but I have to admit I have more planned for this W.I.P than actual writing or anything else. I have so many ideas for it that the thought of actually writing it make me want to curl up in a corner and cry. Maybe one day it will be written. Until then, the closest I have to a snippet of writing would be this…
Erica found him in the supply room, sorting through boxes of
equipment. She quietly shut the door behind her, her heart beating in her chest
as she looked down at the camera sitting beside the box.
“Hey, Erica,” Stiles greeted, glancing up at her to offer a
kind smile. His smile fell when he saw the look of fear on her face. “Are you
alright?”
Erica swallowed hard. “Are you going to use that camera for
a case?”
“Yeah, we’re setting up surveillance on a house we suspect is
being used as a drug den, why?”
“Can I have it back for a moment?” she asked.
Stiles’ brow furrowed in confusion. He narrowed his eyes
suspiciously as he asked. “Why?”
“Honest answer?”
She glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one was coming
before turning back to Stiles.
“Boyd and I made a sex tape because we thought it’d be fun,
but we forgot to take the tape out. And I will let you watch it – once – if you
promise not to use it against us or tell anyone and give us the tape back.”
Stiles nodded slowly. He picked up the camera and ejected
the tape, handing it over to Erica.
“I’m not going to hold it over you,” he reassured her. “And
I’d rather not watch it.” Before she could be offended, he quickly added, “I’m
sure you two are great in bed, but I’d rather remember Boyd as the sweet,
gentle man he is rather than the sexy beast you know him to be.”
Erica couldn’t help but smile. She took the tape from him
and quietly muttered, “Thanks.”
Stiles pulled a new tape from the nearby storage
box and fitted it into the camera before setting it down in the box of equipment.
He hoisted the box off the table, giving Erica a kiss atop her head before
leaving.
Stiles: “This is my body Derek, i saw it, i felt it with my hand, i…” Suddenly Derek comfort him from behind
Derek: “You’re not a killer, Stiles… you… you’re not like me” Stiles breakdown and tears fall from his eyes.
Stiles: “i’m sorry” and he turn around and embrace Derek so tight.
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