Of Talking and Camping (working title)
Author: witchyemerald
Title: Of Talking and Camping (working title)
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: None
Character/s: Stiles and Sheriff Stilinski
Summary: Stilinski family camping trips where always bad news.
Warnings: None
Word Count:1129
Prompt: Family
Author's Notes: Title might change when I put up on AO3, because I might add more to it with other prompts. Yes it feels not complete, but I wanted father and son. Damn Stilinskis never do what I want them to!
“I really don't know why you want to do this Dad.”
“I have a four day weekend in what seems like three years and it has been some great summer weather. Why not spend it with my favorite son?”
Stiles rolled his eyes at his father's cheap way of buttering him up. Plus it wasn't really needed, since Stiles and his father were already unpacking the Jeep at the campsite his father chose.
Stiles shouldn’t have been surprised when he came home from an overnight at “Scott’s” (read pack issues) to find his father with duffels packed next to the pop-tent and sleeping bags. Stilinski family camping trips where always bad news. For some reason when Stiles’s father needed to talk to him about something important he invoked the “family camping trip.” From the first time his father took him on one and told him about his mother’s disease they have been the way his father decided to break bad news, have important talks or try to find out about Stiles’s troubles. Stiles had suspected that his father thought his son would focus more on the conversation if he was removed from distractions like Call of Duty, anything that can be entered into a web browser, and Scott. So you know, deep woods camping.
This trip has been a long time coming. Stiles and his father relationship has been strained since that night Scott was bitten and Stiles learned there are things that go bump in the night. With his father over working thanks to the supernatural spilling out into Beacon Hills and Stiles hiding all proof he can from his father of said supernatural.
Setting up the camp site went as smooth as a setup can go when both men were silently measuring each other, deciding which one will break the ice first. For all of Stiles ability to randomly ramble about the oddest topics, he could in cases like this be stubbornly slight too. That didn't mean his mind wasn't still going a mile a minute. No, he was going through every carefully and not so carefully crafted lie that his father might have unraveled.
It wasn't until the two were next to the campfire with the inky blackness surrounding their little oasis that Stiles's father brought up his not so hidden reason for their trip.
“Son,” the elder Stilinski took a deep breath as if trying the best way to tackle whatever has been on his mind.
“Come on Dad, it can't be worse than the last time you dragged us out here. That was the sex talk camping trip. You know, the one where you handed me that big box of condoms that you got at the clinic with every pamphlet that was written about sex, STD's and what to expect during my pregnancy, which in case you were not told from your dad, only happens to girls.”
The Sheriff winced and took a long sip of his beer. For a man that had to interrogate people for a living Stiles could read him like an open book when the tables were reversed.
“Oh come on Dad! Why would we need another sex talk?”
“Maybe, it has to do with the calls I have been getting at night from the neighbors while I am at work. About a man, and not Scott, sneaking into your room? I found the boot prints on the ground outside Stiles. The last time I took a ride out to our neighborhood and what to guess what I found?”
“Ummm,”
“Derek Hales's car parked down the street. Trust me I know I ran the plates. The same Derek Hale that I also have complete stats on because at one point he was seriously being looked at for murdering his own sister, so I would know things like his height and weight.”
“But dad he didn't do that.”
“I know, but you and Scott where the ones that thought he was trouble to begin with. And now he is the fitting description of the man crawling into my son’s room at night.”
“So let’s get this straight, you think Derek Hale and I are having a sexual relationship?”
“Well, it's a better hypothesis then the other ideas I came up with.”
“Trust me Dad, I swear, I am not having sex with Derek Hale. I am not having sex with anyone…sadly.”
“Okay...Okay then so do I have to have you tested for drugs or are you in a cult?”
“Cult? How the hell did you come up with that?”
“Look Stiles, I know you’re a smart kid, but I know you well enough to know you’re hiding things from me. You know too much about too many of my investigations. Look in the last year our little town has been the subject of at least two serial killers, heck our town has had more killings this year then since all the years I have been Sheriff. Also one of those killers was drugging people, that you were a victim of too. And the run-a-ways, all people that you have gone to school with, what am I going to think?”
“I don't know Dad, but not a cult!”
“It all comes back to Derek Hale too. None of this happened until he got to town. So Stiles let me ask this, is there something you want to tell me, before I have to take actions into my own hands?”
Stiles silently looked at the fire, watching the orange flames dance around the edges of the darkened night. He was at the crossroads, but each way was blocked. He could lie to his father and then risk his father learning about his friends in the wrong way. And he knows his father wouldn't let this go. But it also wasn't his story to tell. He had the secrets of to many people on his shoulders.
But having his father know, while that could go either way. He could blow up; join the hunters to save his town. Or, because he knew Scott he might help the pack. But the trouble was it was not Stiles’s call. He was human; it was his friends’ lives that were on the line.
“Dad, you are my family, the last person I want to lie to, but it is not my choice to make because answering your questions might put others in danger.”
“I don’t like this son.”
“I know dad, but I need to make a call,” watching his father frown, Stiles added, “I think it’s time you really met Derek Hale.”
Derek always told Stiles, Pack in more like family only more. Hopefully he can understand the need for Stiles to not lie to his family.
“Hello Derek, I need your help, you free tonight?’
Title: Of Talking and Camping (working title)
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: None
Character/s: Stiles and Sheriff Stilinski
Summary: Stilinski family camping trips where always bad news.
Warnings: None
Word Count:1129
Prompt: Family
Author's Notes: Title might change when I put up on AO3, because I might add more to it with other prompts. Yes it feels not complete, but I wanted father and son. Damn Stilinskis never do what I want them to!
“I really don't know why you want to do this Dad.”
“I have a four day weekend in what seems like three years and it has been some great summer weather. Why not spend it with my favorite son?”
Stiles rolled his eyes at his father's cheap way of buttering him up. Plus it wasn't really needed, since Stiles and his father were already unpacking the Jeep at the campsite his father chose.
Stiles shouldn’t have been surprised when he came home from an overnight at “Scott’s” (read pack issues) to find his father with duffels packed next to the pop-tent and sleeping bags. Stilinski family camping trips where always bad news. For some reason when Stiles’s father needed to talk to him about something important he invoked the “family camping trip.” From the first time his father took him on one and told him about his mother’s disease they have been the way his father decided to break bad news, have important talks or try to find out about Stiles’s troubles. Stiles had suspected that his father thought his son would focus more on the conversation if he was removed from distractions like Call of Duty, anything that can be entered into a web browser, and Scott. So you know, deep woods camping.
This trip has been a long time coming. Stiles and his father relationship has been strained since that night Scott was bitten and Stiles learned there are things that go bump in the night. With his father over working thanks to the supernatural spilling out into Beacon Hills and Stiles hiding all proof he can from his father of said supernatural.
Setting up the camp site went as smooth as a setup can go when both men were silently measuring each other, deciding which one will break the ice first. For all of Stiles ability to randomly ramble about the oddest topics, he could in cases like this be stubbornly slight too. That didn't mean his mind wasn't still going a mile a minute. No, he was going through every carefully and not so carefully crafted lie that his father might have unraveled.
It wasn't until the two were next to the campfire with the inky blackness surrounding their little oasis that Stiles's father brought up his not so hidden reason for their trip.
“Son,” the elder Stilinski took a deep breath as if trying the best way to tackle whatever has been on his mind.
“Come on Dad, it can't be worse than the last time you dragged us out here. That was the sex talk camping trip. You know, the one where you handed me that big box of condoms that you got at the clinic with every pamphlet that was written about sex, STD's and what to expect during my pregnancy, which in case you were not told from your dad, only happens to girls.”
The Sheriff winced and took a long sip of his beer. For a man that had to interrogate people for a living Stiles could read him like an open book when the tables were reversed.
“Oh come on Dad! Why would we need another sex talk?”
“Maybe, it has to do with the calls I have been getting at night from the neighbors while I am at work. About a man, and not Scott, sneaking into your room? I found the boot prints on the ground outside Stiles. The last time I took a ride out to our neighborhood and what to guess what I found?”
“Ummm,”
“Derek Hales's car parked down the street. Trust me I know I ran the plates. The same Derek Hale that I also have complete stats on because at one point he was seriously being looked at for murdering his own sister, so I would know things like his height and weight.”
“But dad he didn't do that.”
“I know, but you and Scott where the ones that thought he was trouble to begin with. And now he is the fitting description of the man crawling into my son’s room at night.”
“So let’s get this straight, you think Derek Hale and I are having a sexual relationship?”
“Well, it's a better hypothesis then the other ideas I came up with.”
“Trust me Dad, I swear, I am not having sex with Derek Hale. I am not having sex with anyone…sadly.”
“Okay...Okay then so do I have to have you tested for drugs or are you in a cult?”
“Cult? How the hell did you come up with that?”
“Look Stiles, I know you’re a smart kid, but I know you well enough to know you’re hiding things from me. You know too much about too many of my investigations. Look in the last year our little town has been the subject of at least two serial killers, heck our town has had more killings this year then since all the years I have been Sheriff. Also one of those killers was drugging people, that you were a victim of too. And the run-a-ways, all people that you have gone to school with, what am I going to think?”
“I don't know Dad, but not a cult!”
“It all comes back to Derek Hale too. None of this happened until he got to town. So Stiles let me ask this, is there something you want to tell me, before I have to take actions into my own hands?”
Stiles silently looked at the fire, watching the orange flames dance around the edges of the darkened night. He was at the crossroads, but each way was blocked. He could lie to his father and then risk his father learning about his friends in the wrong way. And he knows his father wouldn't let this go. But it also wasn't his story to tell. He had the secrets of to many people on his shoulders.
But having his father know, while that could go either way. He could blow up; join the hunters to save his town. Or, because he knew Scott he might help the pack. But the trouble was it was not Stiles’s call. He was human; it was his friends’ lives that were on the line.
“Dad, you are my family, the last person I want to lie to, but it is not my choice to make because answering your questions might put others in danger.”
“I don’t like this son.”
“I know dad, but I need to make a call,” watching his father frown, Stiles added, “I think it’s time you really met Derek Hale.”
Derek always told Stiles, Pack in more like family only more. Hopefully he can understand the need for Stiles to not lie to his family.
“Hello Derek, I need your help, you free tonight?’