Ficlet: Killing Is Always the Last Resort
Author: on_the_ground
Title: Killing Is Always the Last Resort
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Stiles/Jackson
Character/s: Stiles, Jackson, Daniel (Original child character / Stiles & Jackson's son), Ilya (Original child character / Stiles & Jackson's son)
Summary: After Stiles gets shot on duty, his husband brings their two children to see him at the hospital.
Content Notes: Fluff
Warnings: None
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 949 words
Prompt: #194 - Parenthood
Author's Notes: I wasn't sure I'd able to write anything this week (because I'm very busy nowadays) but I already had the idea for this part, so I thought that at least I'd try to write something short. I like that it's quite fluffy and cute, and it's the first time I've introduced their youngest son in the series, so that was cool.
This will be part of my series "All I Saw Was You.". It continues "But You Are Married to an Asshole" which happens in the future. Unbetaed.
"Daddy, daddy, are you sick?" A short child says, running towards the bed when Jackson lets go of his hand.
The three year old kid tries to get on the bed with Stiles but it is too high for him, so Jackson holds him and sits him on the bed in the little space left.
"I'm okay, baby," Stiles says kissing his cheek and giving him a hug with his unharmed arm, the right one, the best way he can. "I had a little pain on my arm but now that you and your brother are here I'm feeling so much better."
The kid rests his head on Stiles's chest in a hugging position, and Stiles runs his fingers through his soft hair. He can see his son closing his eyes and relaxing against his chest.
"Hey, dad," Daniel says before Stiles kisses his cheek. "Did you almost die?" Daniels asks.
"What? No." Stiles frowns surprised.
"But you got shot. You are in the hospital. Did you kill the bad guys?" Stiles looks at Jackson in that way he does when he's expecting some kind of explanation.
"Hey, don't look at me like that, okay? He's seven years old and he knows what you do for a living... I told you there was no point in hiding anything." One of the things he's learnt about parenthood through the years is that there's a moment when there's no reason to try to protect them from certain things anymore, and this is one of those moments. The reality that Stiles could get hurt because of his job's risks are absolutely real and Daniel has known that for a while now.
Stiles just shakes his head but doesn't answer his husband.
"Yes, I'm in the hospital but I'm too tough. You know that, right? I just got shot in the arm. And no, I didn't kill anybody. And I really hope that I'll never have to take anybody's life" again, he thinks. "Killing somebody is the worst feeling that anybody could have and nobody deserves that even if they did a very bad thing, okay? Killing is never the solution." Stiles says, looking at Daniel.
"And if the man wanted to kill you and you are in real danger?" Daniel waves his arms. "What would you do?" Daniel frowns.
Stiles sighs and looks at his youngest son for a moment who keeps his eyes closed and doesn't seem to be paying attention to the conversation.
"Well, of course I'd try to protect myself. And if the only solution was to shoot at the suspect, at least I'd try not to kill him. I'd try to hurt him enough to stop him but not to kill him. Killing is always the last resort."
"But..." Daniel frowns again. "What if... what if you didn't stop him? Then what?"
Stiles can see Jackson smirking and clearly enjoying his suffering and he feels like if his husband is taking some sweet revenge after their previous argument. Stiles licks his lips as he thinks. Daniel knows how to put him into a corner like nobody else he knows.
"I don't know. Of course, if I had to choose between this person and me, I'd choose me, okay? My priorities are pretty clear on that point..." Stiles smirks. "So don't worry, because nothing is going to happen to me. I'm always going to be here for you, okay? I don't want you to worry about me."
"Are you coming home then?" Daniel asks.
"Yeah, tomorrow I think. The doctors need to make sure that I'm okay but I think that I'll be home very soon. And I'm not going back to work for a while, so I'll be able to spend more time with you, this little devil," Stiles runs his hand over his son’s hair again, "and that handsome man over there... You'll get sick of me... You'll see."
Jackson snorts and shakes his head but doesn't say anything. The truth is that he's looking forward to get sick of his husband and sleep well at night for a change. It's going to be weird to have Stiles at home all the time and he knows that the kids are going to love it.
"Did you have a good time with your grandma this morning?" Stiles asks.
"Yeah, she made pancakes..." Daniel nods.
"Pankek!" The little one says suddenly against his chest.
Stiles smiles. "Okay, I get it. She's awesome obviously."
"She's okay... but I still want you to come home. I made a drawing I want to show you. And besides, dad is not happy when you are here."
Stiles looks at Jackson and he knows what Jackson is thinking. Daniel might have been little when he was in a coma but it's obvious that he still remembers how weird everything was afterwards.
"Yeah, I know." Stiles says, holding Jackson's gaze. "I can't wait to get out of here."
"Dad brought you some of those doughnuts that you like," Daniel smiles. "He thought they'd cheer you up."
"Donuts!" His other son says excitedly in his arms and nobody is surprised because that's what he does every time he sees one or just hears about them.
"Really?" Stiles raises his eyebrows. "Is that the mysterious bag you're holding? And you waited this long to tell me? You're pure evil, you know that?"
Jackson and Daniel smile and it's adorable because that smile looks just the same.
"Yeah... we know..." Jackson says getting closer to the bed, opening the bag and showing Stiles the box so that he can choose one.
Stiles grabs the chocolate one which looks absolutely delicious and shakes his head as he sees his children looking at the doughnut with loving eyes.
"Okay give one to the kids because unlike you, I'm not that evil." Stiles smirks and takes a bite.
Title: Killing Is Always the Last Resort
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Stiles/Jackson
Character/s: Stiles, Jackson, Daniel (Original child character / Stiles & Jackson's son), Ilya (Original child character / Stiles & Jackson's son)
Summary: After Stiles gets shot on duty, his husband brings their two children to see him at the hospital.
Content Notes: Fluff
Warnings: None
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 949 words
Prompt: #194 - Parenthood
Author's Notes: I wasn't sure I'd able to write anything this week (because I'm very busy nowadays) but I already had the idea for this part, so I thought that at least I'd try to write something short. I like that it's quite fluffy and cute, and it's the first time I've introduced their youngest son in the series, so that was cool.
This will be part of my series "All I Saw Was You.". It continues "But You Are Married to an Asshole" which happens in the future. Unbetaed.
"Daddy, daddy, are you sick?" A short child says, running towards the bed when Jackson lets go of his hand.
The three year old kid tries to get on the bed with Stiles but it is too high for him, so Jackson holds him and sits him on the bed in the little space left.
"I'm okay, baby," Stiles says kissing his cheek and giving him a hug with his unharmed arm, the right one, the best way he can. "I had a little pain on my arm but now that you and your brother are here I'm feeling so much better."
The kid rests his head on Stiles's chest in a hugging position, and Stiles runs his fingers through his soft hair. He can see his son closing his eyes and relaxing against his chest.
"Hey, dad," Daniel says before Stiles kisses his cheek. "Did you almost die?" Daniels asks.
"What? No." Stiles frowns surprised.
"But you got shot. You are in the hospital. Did you kill the bad guys?" Stiles looks at Jackson in that way he does when he's expecting some kind of explanation.
"Hey, don't look at me like that, okay? He's seven years old and he knows what you do for a living... I told you there was no point in hiding anything." One of the things he's learnt about parenthood through the years is that there's a moment when there's no reason to try to protect them from certain things anymore, and this is one of those moments. The reality that Stiles could get hurt because of his job's risks are absolutely real and Daniel has known that for a while now.
Stiles just shakes his head but doesn't answer his husband.
"Yes, I'm in the hospital but I'm too tough. You know that, right? I just got shot in the arm. And no, I didn't kill anybody. And I really hope that I'll never have to take anybody's life" again, he thinks. "Killing somebody is the worst feeling that anybody could have and nobody deserves that even if they did a very bad thing, okay? Killing is never the solution." Stiles says, looking at Daniel.
"And if the man wanted to kill you and you are in real danger?" Daniel waves his arms. "What would you do?" Daniel frowns.
Stiles sighs and looks at his youngest son for a moment who keeps his eyes closed and doesn't seem to be paying attention to the conversation.
"Well, of course I'd try to protect myself. And if the only solution was to shoot at the suspect, at least I'd try not to kill him. I'd try to hurt him enough to stop him but not to kill him. Killing is always the last resort."
"But..." Daniel frowns again. "What if... what if you didn't stop him? Then what?"
Stiles can see Jackson smirking and clearly enjoying his suffering and he feels like if his husband is taking some sweet revenge after their previous argument. Stiles licks his lips as he thinks. Daniel knows how to put him into a corner like nobody else he knows.
"I don't know. Of course, if I had to choose between this person and me, I'd choose me, okay? My priorities are pretty clear on that point..." Stiles smirks. "So don't worry, because nothing is going to happen to me. I'm always going to be here for you, okay? I don't want you to worry about me."
"Are you coming home then?" Daniel asks.
"Yeah, tomorrow I think. The doctors need to make sure that I'm okay but I think that I'll be home very soon. And I'm not going back to work for a while, so I'll be able to spend more time with you, this little devil," Stiles runs his hand over his son’s hair again, "and that handsome man over there... You'll get sick of me... You'll see."
Jackson snorts and shakes his head but doesn't say anything. The truth is that he's looking forward to get sick of his husband and sleep well at night for a change. It's going to be weird to have Stiles at home all the time and he knows that the kids are going to love it.
"Did you have a good time with your grandma this morning?" Stiles asks.
"Yeah, she made pancakes..." Daniel nods.
"Pankek!" The little one says suddenly against his chest.
Stiles smiles. "Okay, I get it. She's awesome obviously."
"She's okay... but I still want you to come home. I made a drawing I want to show you. And besides, dad is not happy when you are here."
Stiles looks at Jackson and he knows what Jackson is thinking. Daniel might have been little when he was in a coma but it's obvious that he still remembers how weird everything was afterwards.
"Yeah, I know." Stiles says, holding Jackson's gaze. "I can't wait to get out of here."
"Dad brought you some of those doughnuts that you like," Daniel smiles. "He thought they'd cheer you up."
"Donuts!" His other son says excitedly in his arms and nobody is surprised because that's what he does every time he sees one or just hears about them.
"Really?" Stiles raises his eyebrows. "Is that the mysterious bag you're holding? And you waited this long to tell me? You're pure evil, you know that?"
Jackson and Daniel smile and it's adorable because that smile looks just the same.
"Yeah... we know..." Jackson says getting closer to the bed, opening the bag and showing Stiles the box so that he can choose one.
Stiles grabs the chocolate one which looks absolutely delicious and shakes his head as he sees his children looking at the doughnut with loving eyes.
"Okay give one to the kids because unlike you, I'm not that evil." Stiles smirks and takes a bite.