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"If You're Going Through Hell, Call For Back-up" by Brigantine (PG13)
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Length: 12,530
Author Website: Brigantine
Author's Summary: Something carnivorous has landed in Beacon Hills, and Sheriff Jim Stilinski would prefer his son stay out of the woods at night. When Stiles takes up running in the preserve, Deputy Derek Hale gets cranky.
Why this must be read: There might be more, but this is the only story I've ever read where Sheriff Stilinski is the one "in the know" and Stiles is oblivious to the supernatural goings on. It helps that he's oh-so-casually kickass about it.
If You're Going Through Hell, Call For Back-up
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Length: 12,530
Author Website: Brigantine
Author's Summary: Something carnivorous has landed in Beacon Hills, and Sheriff Jim Stilinski would prefer his son stay out of the woods at night. When Stiles takes up running in the preserve, Deputy Derek Hale gets cranky.
Why this must be read: There might be more, but this is the only story I've ever read where Sheriff Stilinski is the one "in the know" and Stiles is oblivious to the supernatural goings on. It helps that he's oh-so-casually kickass about it.
"You're already there, aren't you."
Stiles pictures his father's long-suffering expression. He's probably rubbing his eyes. "Hey, at least I called. I won't be here long, so don't worry." Stiles shoulders open the driver's side door of the Jeep.
There's an RV parked at one end of the lot, nudged partway into the brush, and in danger of nosing into the ditch on that side of the turnout. The RV is bronze and brown, with a ‘Sam’s Club’ sticker on the rear window, and a row of those little happy family stickers across the bottom edge; father, mother, boy, boy, girl, cat. There are no camping facilities in the preserve, and it’s kind of late in the day for parents to take their kids on a hike. The preserve is no place for toddlers after dark. Or for Stiles, if his dad is to be believed, but whatever.
"Worrying is my job," his father says. "You know I'm going to be late getting home, right? Give me a buzz when you get back. Ease your old dad's mind."
Stiles hooks one heel against the left fender of the Jeep and slowly stretches his hamstrings. "As long as we're on the subject of worry and old dads, let me point out that if a certain Deputy Hale enables your junk food addiction again tonight I will know. I have ways. Secret, super-spy ways."
His father snorts, "You make puppy eyes at our civilian aide."
"We have a thing, Mrs. Bowman and me."
"She's your grandma's age."
"She is not! Maybe Grandma's younger sister. She misses her grandkids, she likes to share, and I like to listen."
If You're Going Through Hell, Call For Back-up