ficlet: haven't we been here before?
Author: froggydarren
Title: haven't we been here before?
Rating: G
Pairing/s: pre-Derek/Stiles
Character/s: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski
Summary: He just called for someone from the law firm, and expected to have hours before someone showed up. He really should've known better than to expect things to go the way he thinks they will.
Warnings: n/a
Content Notes: canon divergence
Submission Type: ficlet
Word Count: 257
Prompt: #228 - arrest
Author's Notes: So, this is a continuation of something older, but it can be read alone (I think). Just a little follow up, because the older ficlet jumped to mind when I saw this week's prompt ;)
“Oh my god, seriously?”
Derek slumps a little on the narrow bench. The old him, the one in Beacon Hills years ago, would have snarked back. Now, he just shrugs in defeat, and doesn’t look up from the grimy and cold concrete floor beneath his feet.
He knows the voice, of course, knows who it is currently mumbling low enough that even Derek has trouble hearing the words. And he knows the reason for the outrage in the words that were spoken out loud clearly.
It’s how he met Stiles again after years of only thinking about the Beacon Hills pack, and about what he left behind when he decided to get in his car and drive away from La Iglesia.
“We can’t keep meeting like this,” Stiles says, pulling Derek out of his thoughts. “This is… dude, if you want to see me, you can just call, you know?”
The cell door opens, and Derek finally looks up.
“Bail’s posted. I figured that since the firm gets the call, we also get to pay that. It’ll show up on the expense sheet,” Stiles tells him with a smirk on his lips.
Derek nods, and slowly gets up, then walks towards the open door. The deputy who opened it is looking between them with an expression that’s a mixture of jaded indifference and a hint of curiosity at their interaction.
“Come on, you owe me coffee,” Stiles says.
“Oh? Why?” Derek asks before he can think twice about it.
They walk down the hallway in silence, Stiles tight-lipped until they reach the reception and Derek gets handed his personal items.
“It’s five a.m. I’m awake. It’s your fault. Thus, coffee. And possibly breakfast. Then, maybe, I’m going to consider letting you explain why you got arrested again. And why it’s related to the same scumbag as last time,” Stiles says.
A few beats pass, and Derek watches Stiles’ face for a hint of… something.
“Okay,” he says eventually.
When Stiles’ face lights up with a smile brighter than five a.m. in New York really ever deserved, Derek figures he found what he was looking for.
Title: haven't we been here before?
Rating: G
Pairing/s: pre-Derek/Stiles
Character/s: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski
Summary: He just called for someone from the law firm, and expected to have hours before someone showed up. He really should've known better than to expect things to go the way he thinks they will.
Warnings: n/a
Content Notes: canon divergence
Submission Type: ficlet
Word Count: 257
Prompt: #228 - arrest
Author's Notes: So, this is a continuation of something older, but it can be read alone (I think). Just a little follow up, because the older ficlet jumped to mind when I saw this week's prompt ;)
“Oh my god, seriously?”
Derek slumps a little on the narrow bench. The old him, the one in Beacon Hills years ago, would have snarked back. Now, he just shrugs in defeat, and doesn’t look up from the grimy and cold concrete floor beneath his feet.
He knows the voice, of course, knows who it is currently mumbling low enough that even Derek has trouble hearing the words. And he knows the reason for the outrage in the words that were spoken out loud clearly.
It’s how he met Stiles again after years of only thinking about the Beacon Hills pack, and about what he left behind when he decided to get in his car and drive away from La Iglesia.
“We can’t keep meeting like this,” Stiles says, pulling Derek out of his thoughts. “This is… dude, if you want to see me, you can just call, you know?”
The cell door opens, and Derek finally looks up.
“Bail’s posted. I figured that since the firm gets the call, we also get to pay that. It’ll show up on the expense sheet,” Stiles tells him with a smirk on his lips.
Derek nods, and slowly gets up, then walks towards the open door. The deputy who opened it is looking between them with an expression that’s a mixture of jaded indifference and a hint of curiosity at their interaction.
“Come on, you owe me coffee,” Stiles says.
“Oh? Why?” Derek asks before he can think twice about it.
They walk down the hallway in silence, Stiles tight-lipped until they reach the reception and Derek gets handed his personal items.
“It’s five a.m. I’m awake. It’s your fault. Thus, coffee. And possibly breakfast. Then, maybe, I’m going to consider letting you explain why you got arrested again. And why it’s related to the same scumbag as last time,” Stiles says.
A few beats pass, and Derek watches Stiles’ face for a hint of… something.
“Okay,” he says eventually.
When Stiles’ face lights up with a smile brighter than five a.m. in New York really ever deserved, Derek figures he found what he was looking for.