Ficlet: Rules Are Made to Be Broken (Part 2)
Author: on_the_ground
Title: Rules Are Made to Be Broken (Part 2)
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Stiles/Jackson
Character/s: Stiles, Jackson, the sheriff, Derek, Zach (original male character/Stiles's partner)
Summary: Stiles and Jackson tell everybody else what they've decided.
Content Notes: Fluff, nobody is dead, future fic.
Warnings: None
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 450 words
Prompt: #234 - Riddle
Author's Notes: I wrote this in the last minute this afternoon, so even if it's not too long, I'm glad it worked with the prompt and with part 1... because this continues another part I've not posted yet which will probably form a whole chapter with this ("Rules Are Made to Be Broken - Part 1"). This will be part of my series "All I Saw Was You." Thanks so much to my beta for checking it so fast tonight.
“What do you mean you’re taking him home?” Zach asks confused.
“Yeah, what are you talking about?” The sheriff looks at Jackson like he’s just said some kind of riddle he can’t solve and Stiles finds it way funnier than he probably should.
“What part about bringing him home with us is so difficult to understand?” Jackson says, frowning.
Stiles sighs and shakes his head. He’s trying not to smile but sometimes Jackson is too funny for his own good.
“What he’s saying is that we can take care of him until we can figure out what exactly is best for him. As his lawyer, it won’t be a problem to be approved as his guardian and we can all agree that a group home is not an option for him, especially while he’s still a witness… a werewolf witness. So yeah, we can’t depend on social services because they don’t have a clue about what he is and he’s got to sleep somewhere tonight… so, unless you have a better idea… this is what we are doing.” Stiles waves his right arm and waits to see if anybody has anything to offer.
“Look, it’s not that I think it’s a bad idea. I just think that…” The sheriff hesitates. “Well, that you know… it shouldn’t be your responsibility, that’s all.”
“He-is-a-wolf,” Jackson says, stressing every word, looking at the sheriff with obvious disbelief. “And he’s-fucking-alone. What are we supposed to do? He became our responsibility the moment they arrested him and brought him here!” Jackson adds louder than he intended.
“He’s right.” Derek nods. “Now that we know, we can’t turn our backs on him. He needs a pack and he needs all of us. And hell, if there’s anybody I know who can deal with teenage smartasses, it’s them.” Derek smiles, patting Jackson’s shoulder.
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, alpha.” Jackson says with sarcasm.
“Yeah, alpha.” Stiles nods, trying not to smile. “Your trust means everything.”
“Will you two ever grow up?” Derek shakes his head, smiling.
“Personally, I wouldn’t bet on it,” the sheriff says. “So, have you called social services yet?”
“No, we wanted to run this idea by all of you first. I’ll call them now and then I’ll talk to him again.” Finally, a real conversation this time.
“Okay, I’ll be in my office, let me know if you need me… although it seems you have everything figured out.” The sheriff says before walking away.
Figured out? Jackson is not so sure about that. He’s just going to trust his gut again and hope that it’s the right thing to do.
Title: Rules Are Made to Be Broken (Part 2)
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Stiles/Jackson
Character/s: Stiles, Jackson, the sheriff, Derek, Zach (original male character/Stiles's partner)
Summary: Stiles and Jackson tell everybody else what they've decided.
Content Notes: Fluff, nobody is dead, future fic.
Warnings: None
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 450 words
Prompt: #234 - Riddle
Author's Notes: I wrote this in the last minute this afternoon, so even if it's not too long, I'm glad it worked with the prompt and with part 1... because this continues another part I've not posted yet which will probably form a whole chapter with this ("Rules Are Made to Be Broken - Part 1"). This will be part of my series "All I Saw Was You." Thanks so much to my beta for checking it so fast tonight.
“What do you mean you’re taking him home?” Zach asks confused.
“Yeah, what are you talking about?” The sheriff looks at Jackson like he’s just said some kind of riddle he can’t solve and Stiles finds it way funnier than he probably should.
“What part about bringing him home with us is so difficult to understand?” Jackson says, frowning.
Stiles sighs and shakes his head. He’s trying not to smile but sometimes Jackson is too funny for his own good.
“What he’s saying is that we can take care of him until we can figure out what exactly is best for him. As his lawyer, it won’t be a problem to be approved as his guardian and we can all agree that a group home is not an option for him, especially while he’s still a witness… a werewolf witness. So yeah, we can’t depend on social services because they don’t have a clue about what he is and he’s got to sleep somewhere tonight… so, unless you have a better idea… this is what we are doing.” Stiles waves his right arm and waits to see if anybody has anything to offer.
“Look, it’s not that I think it’s a bad idea. I just think that…” The sheriff hesitates. “Well, that you know… it shouldn’t be your responsibility, that’s all.”
“He-is-a-wolf,” Jackson says, stressing every word, looking at the sheriff with obvious disbelief. “And he’s-fucking-alone. What are we supposed to do? He became our responsibility the moment they arrested him and brought him here!” Jackson adds louder than he intended.
“He’s right.” Derek nods. “Now that we know, we can’t turn our backs on him. He needs a pack and he needs all of us. And hell, if there’s anybody I know who can deal with teenage smartasses, it’s them.” Derek smiles, patting Jackson’s shoulder.
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, alpha.” Jackson says with sarcasm.
“Yeah, alpha.” Stiles nods, trying not to smile. “Your trust means everything.”
“Will you two ever grow up?” Derek shakes his head, smiling.
“Personally, I wouldn’t bet on it,” the sheriff says. “So, have you called social services yet?”
“No, we wanted to run this idea by all of you first. I’ll call them now and then I’ll talk to him again.” Finally, a real conversation this time.
“Okay, I’ll be in my office, let me know if you need me… although it seems you have everything figured out.” The sheriff says before walking away.
Figured out? Jackson is not so sure about that. He’s just going to trust his gut again and hope that it’s the right thing to do.