B (
turnonmyheels.livejournal.com) wrote in
crack_van2013-05-15 12:08 pm
Déjà Vu All Over Again by victoria_p (musesfool)
Fandom: TEEN WOLF/DC COMICS
Pairing: Gen. Derek Hale, Dick Grayson
Length: 2072
Author on LJ:
musesfool
Author Website: At AO3
Why this must be read:
Because -- sadly -- there's not enough outsider POV fic in Teen Wolf. Seriously, it's sad. It combines !!!Dick Grayson!!! aka !!!Robin!!! aka Nightwing!!! using his nifty detective skills to consult for Sheriff Stilinski and some whip-crack sharp dialog. It's short and fun and punches all the right buttons.
Back at the sheriff's office, he sits down across from Stilinski and says, "What about Derek Hale?"
"It's not him." The speaker is the flaily kid from the lacrosse field. He lunges through the door, awkward in that way where his sense of his body hasn't caught up with the new length of his legs and arms yet.
"Stiles," says the sheriff, warning and affection mingled in the one word.
"You know it's not him, Dad." Stiles comes into the office, and drops his backpack to the floor before flinging himself into the chair next to Dick.
"Maybe he's not killing these kids," Dick says, because he doesn't think he is and there's really no reason to leave that on the table, "but he sure looks like he could be cooking meth out at that burnt out house."
Déjà Vu All Over Again
Pairing: Gen. Derek Hale, Dick Grayson
Length: 2072
Author on LJ:
Author Website: At AO3
Why this must be read:
Because -- sadly -- there's not enough outsider POV fic in Teen Wolf. Seriously, it's sad. It combines !!!Dick Grayson!!! aka !!!Robin!!! aka Nightwing!!! using his nifty detective skills to consult for Sheriff Stilinski and some whip-crack sharp dialog. It's short and fun and punches all the right buttons.
Back at the sheriff's office, he sits down across from Stilinski and says, "What about Derek Hale?"
"It's not him." The speaker is the flaily kid from the lacrosse field. He lunges through the door, awkward in that way where his sense of his body hasn't caught up with the new length of his legs and arms yet.
"Stiles," says the sheriff, warning and affection mingled in the one word.
"You know it's not him, Dad." Stiles comes into the office, and drops his backpack to the floor before flinging himself into the chair next to Dick.
"Maybe he's not killing these kids," Dick says, because he doesn't think he is and there's really no reason to leave that on the table, "but he sure looks like he could be cooking meth out at that burnt out house."
Déjà Vu All Over Again
