Ficlet: tricks up my sleeve || Pre-Stiles/Derek || PG
Author: marishna
Title: tricks up my sleeve
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Pre-Stiles/Derek
Character/s: Stiles, Derek
Summary: Just as he steeled his resolve he poked his head out from behind a bush and stuck his nose against someone's leg. The person turned around quickly with a surprised yelp.
Derek looked up and his heart stopped-Stiles.
Warnings: None
Content Notes: Continuation of I caught them barking at the moon
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 816
Prompt: #140 - Neglect
Author's Notes: Had some trouble with this one and my focus, unfortunately.
Derek went back to the dog park by himself the next day. He skirted the edge of the preserve to avoid being seen by anyone who might get the bright idea to take him to the pound.
Laura would never let him live that one down.
He wasn't the only werewolf in his squad but he was the only one who could do a full shift and thus the only one who could possibly pull this off. Their commander drilled it into their heads every day that the idea of someone using science to create something born of magic-well, none of them wanted to know what the fallout from that could be.
He got to the dog park and skulked along the treeline to keep watch on the other owners and anyone who seemed out of place there, someone without a dog or who seemed more interested in someone else's rather than their own.
And if he was watching for the guy from the day before, Stiles, well. Laura wasn't here to make fun of him so it didn't matter.
And he was a dog named "Miguel" so it really didn't matter.
Except it does, his mind taunted him. His wolf remembered how easily it accepted Stiles' touch and let his fingers wind their way through his fur. It felt amazing, far better than any other time someone tried to pet him before in this form.
But for all Derek knew Stiles was the person snatching the dogs. He smelled of magic, after all. Maybe he was trying something new to make creatures. Derek couldn't let any feelings he did or didn't have influence him.
Just as he steeled his resolve he poked his head out from behind a bush and stuck his nose against someone's leg. The person turned around quickly with a surprised yelp.
Derek looked up and his heart stopped-Stiles.
This time Derek let out his own strangled bark and tried to back away into the brush again but Stiles reached out and grabbed him by the rough of his neck and gently urged him back out.
"Hey Miguel, where's Laura? What're you doing out here all by yourself, buddy?" Stiles asked, scratching behind Derek's ears. Derek knew he should, and could, run away but he was entranced by Stiles' fingers as the hit all the right spots on his head.
"Did you get out of the house or something? You don't look neglected but Laura seemed to have a hard time handling you," Stiles mused to himself and Derek couldn't help the snort that he let out.
Stiles whistled and a few seconds later Thor raced over from where he was playing with some other dogs. Stiles clipped the leash he was carrying on him and stood up, watching Derek carefully.
"C'mon, Miguel. Let's go try to find Laura or take you home. You've got to be from around here somewhere," Stiles said in a way that made Derek want to raise his eyebrow because it was like he expected "Miguel" to understand him.
And Derek followed him out of the park.
He was so glad Laura wasn't with him.
Stiles kept glancing down as they walked the path along the preserve, appearing to watch Derek and make sure he didn't run off but Derek stuck by his side until they reached a blue Jeep at the entrance to the path.
"How about I take you back to my place until I can find out where you live?" Stiles suggested as he opened the back door to let Thor inside. He immediately hung his head out the open window, happy as could be.
Derek allowed himself a second to imaging being at Stiles' home, seeing where he lived and finding out more about him, instead of keeping his head in the game. That's all it took.
He heard leaves crunch, the whistle of a projectile and the pin point sting in his flank from a dart. He whined and lurched toward Stiles who immediately dropped to the ground in front of him, exposing himself to the treelike where the danger came from.
Derek wanted to speak, to shift and tell Stiles to run and save himself but all he could do was let out a garbled moan that sounded foreign in even his own head.
"Stay quiet," Stiles hissed and he reached for the ground. The hair on Derek's back started to stand up as he felt Stiles draw power from everything around him. Thor barked madly from the Jeep and his claws scraped against the vehicle as he tried to get out.
Derek struggled to stay awake and overcome the poison quickly working through his system but the last thing he saw, through fading vision, was a bright green flash and an explosion of leaves and dirt covering them.
Title: tricks up my sleeve
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Pre-Stiles/Derek
Character/s: Stiles, Derek
Summary: Just as he steeled his resolve he poked his head out from behind a bush and stuck his nose against someone's leg. The person turned around quickly with a surprised yelp.
Derek looked up and his heart stopped-Stiles.
Warnings: None
Content Notes: Continuation of I caught them barking at the moon
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 816
Prompt: #140 - Neglect
Author's Notes: Had some trouble with this one and my focus, unfortunately.
Derek went back to the dog park by himself the next day. He skirted the edge of the preserve to avoid being seen by anyone who might get the bright idea to take him to the pound.
Laura would never let him live that one down.
He wasn't the only werewolf in his squad but he was the only one who could do a full shift and thus the only one who could possibly pull this off. Their commander drilled it into their heads every day that the idea of someone using science to create something born of magic-well, none of them wanted to know what the fallout from that could be.
He got to the dog park and skulked along the treeline to keep watch on the other owners and anyone who seemed out of place there, someone without a dog or who seemed more interested in someone else's rather than their own.
And if he was watching for the guy from the day before, Stiles, well. Laura wasn't here to make fun of him so it didn't matter.
And he was a dog named "Miguel" so it really didn't matter.
Except it does, his mind taunted him. His wolf remembered how easily it accepted Stiles' touch and let his fingers wind their way through his fur. It felt amazing, far better than any other time someone tried to pet him before in this form.
But for all Derek knew Stiles was the person snatching the dogs. He smelled of magic, after all. Maybe he was trying something new to make creatures. Derek couldn't let any feelings he did or didn't have influence him.
Just as he steeled his resolve he poked his head out from behind a bush and stuck his nose against someone's leg. The person turned around quickly with a surprised yelp.
Derek looked up and his heart stopped-Stiles.
This time Derek let out his own strangled bark and tried to back away into the brush again but Stiles reached out and grabbed him by the rough of his neck and gently urged him back out.
"Hey Miguel, where's Laura? What're you doing out here all by yourself, buddy?" Stiles asked, scratching behind Derek's ears. Derek knew he should, and could, run away but he was entranced by Stiles' fingers as the hit all the right spots on his head.
"Did you get out of the house or something? You don't look neglected but Laura seemed to have a hard time handling you," Stiles mused to himself and Derek couldn't help the snort that he let out.
Stiles whistled and a few seconds later Thor raced over from where he was playing with some other dogs. Stiles clipped the leash he was carrying on him and stood up, watching Derek carefully.
"C'mon, Miguel. Let's go try to find Laura or take you home. You've got to be from around here somewhere," Stiles said in a way that made Derek want to raise his eyebrow because it was like he expected "Miguel" to understand him.
And Derek followed him out of the park.
He was so glad Laura wasn't with him.
Stiles kept glancing down as they walked the path along the preserve, appearing to watch Derek and make sure he didn't run off but Derek stuck by his side until they reached a blue Jeep at the entrance to the path.
"How about I take you back to my place until I can find out where you live?" Stiles suggested as he opened the back door to let Thor inside. He immediately hung his head out the open window, happy as could be.
Derek allowed himself a second to imaging being at Stiles' home, seeing where he lived and finding out more about him, instead of keeping his head in the game. That's all it took.
He heard leaves crunch, the whistle of a projectile and the pin point sting in his flank from a dart. He whined and lurched toward Stiles who immediately dropped to the ground in front of him, exposing himself to the treelike where the danger came from.
Derek wanted to speak, to shift and tell Stiles to run and save himself but all he could do was let out a garbled moan that sounded foreign in even his own head.
"Stay quiet," Stiles hissed and he reached for the ground. The hair on Derek's back started to stand up as he felt Stiles draw power from everything around him. Thor barked madly from the Jeep and his claws scraped against the vehicle as he tried to get out.
Derek struggled to stay awake and overcome the poison quickly working through his system but the last thing he saw, through fading vision, was a bright green flash and an explosion of leaves and dirt covering them.