Ficlet: That's His Thing
Author: on_the_ground
Title: That's His Thing
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Stiles/Jackson
Character/s: Stiles, Jackson
Summary: Stiles calls his husband to ask him a favor.
Content Notes: Fluff, nobody is dead, future fic.
Warnings: None
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 614 words
Prompt: #245 - Power
Author's Notes: This takes place between "You're Married to a Dude?" and "Maybe It Was Meant to Be". This will be part of my series "All I Saw Was You."
Jackson grabs his briefcase with his left hand in order to answer his phone in one of the corridors of the courthouse.
“Stiles, hi,” Jackson says a little surprised when he hears the familiar ringtone.
“Hi, can you talk? Are you busy?” Stiles asks, running a hand through his hair.
“Yeah, if it’s not too long… court will be in session in five minutes. What’s up?”
“Okay, so, I’ll be quick... basically I need a favour.”
“What kind of favour?” Jackson asks with curiosity.
“We arrested someone this morning and you know, he’s in trouble and needs a lawyer like yesterday.”
“And you told him about me?” Jackson asks, raising his eyebrows. Usually these guys get a public defender or they already have their own lawyer, so this is not making much sense.
“Yeah, I did. Because he’s fucking thirteen. He’s just a kid and I need him to trust me… we need him to help us break our case but he feels like we don’t care about him and what happens to him and he didn’t feel like cooperating at first. Besides, with his record, he’s going directly to a detention center and I think that’s the last thing he needs. So, yeah, I told him he needed somebody smart like you who could actually help him.”
Jackson rolls his eyes and shakes his head because he can totally see his husband doing something like that and what is worse is that he loves that about him.
“So, you basically promised this kid that your husband would take his case.”
“His name is Kyle, Kyle MacKenzie, and I didn’t make any promises… I asked him if he’d accept your help if you agreed and he said he would.”
“Stiles--”
“Jackson, he’s an orphan, okay?” Stiles interrupts whatever he was going to say. “He’s been in foster care all his life. After that, he was homeless and came here from L.A. mislead by a drug dealer. This kid has been through so much and he needs a break, you know? He doesn’t need a detention center… And he needs you. He really does… even if he can’t pay you. Plus, if you do this, I’ll owe you one… a big one. And I know how much you love it when I owe you one.”
Jackson licks his lips and sighs, if there’s something that is never going to change, it’s his husband’s power of persuasion, which is something that their children have clearly inherited too. He also looks at his watch and sees that he needs to hang up soon. And yes, he loves it when Stiles owes him one, and there’s also the fact that his wolf has serious problems denying him anything, but that’s not why he’s going to do this.
He can easily imagine why dealing with this kid has affected him. The truth is that that there’s that thing in Stiles’s voice that tells him that this is important to him, that he needs him, and Jackson likes to feel needed. That’s his thing. That’s always been his thing.
“Fine. I’ll do it. I just… I really have to go, but I promise I’ll be there as soon as this session is over. And don’t ask how long that’s gonna take because I really don’t know.”
“Really?” Stiles grins. “Thank you, thank you! And don’t worry, he can wait. You just get here when you can. Meanwhile we need to contact social services and see what they say.”
“Okay, then. I’ll see you later.”
“Yeah, thank you. Love you,” Stiles smiles.
“Love you too,” Jackson says, smiling before hanging up and heading into the courtroom.
Title: That's His Thing
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Stiles/Jackson
Character/s: Stiles, Jackson
Summary: Stiles calls his husband to ask him a favor.
Content Notes: Fluff, nobody is dead, future fic.
Warnings: None
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 614 words
Prompt: #245 - Power
Author's Notes: This takes place between "You're Married to a Dude?" and "Maybe It Was Meant to Be". This will be part of my series "All I Saw Was You."
Jackson grabs his briefcase with his left hand in order to answer his phone in one of the corridors of the courthouse.
“Stiles, hi,” Jackson says a little surprised when he hears the familiar ringtone.
“Hi, can you talk? Are you busy?” Stiles asks, running a hand through his hair.
“Yeah, if it’s not too long… court will be in session in five minutes. What’s up?”
“Okay, so, I’ll be quick... basically I need a favour.”
“What kind of favour?” Jackson asks with curiosity.
“We arrested someone this morning and you know, he’s in trouble and needs a lawyer like yesterday.”
“And you told him about me?” Jackson asks, raising his eyebrows. Usually these guys get a public defender or they already have their own lawyer, so this is not making much sense.
“Yeah, I did. Because he’s fucking thirteen. He’s just a kid and I need him to trust me… we need him to help us break our case but he feels like we don’t care about him and what happens to him and he didn’t feel like cooperating at first. Besides, with his record, he’s going directly to a detention center and I think that’s the last thing he needs. So, yeah, I told him he needed somebody smart like you who could actually help him.”
Jackson rolls his eyes and shakes his head because he can totally see his husband doing something like that and what is worse is that he loves that about him.
“So, you basically promised this kid that your husband would take his case.”
“His name is Kyle, Kyle MacKenzie, and I didn’t make any promises… I asked him if he’d accept your help if you agreed and he said he would.”
“Stiles--”
“Jackson, he’s an orphan, okay?” Stiles interrupts whatever he was going to say. “He’s been in foster care all his life. After that, he was homeless and came here from L.A. mislead by a drug dealer. This kid has been through so much and he needs a break, you know? He doesn’t need a detention center… And he needs you. He really does… even if he can’t pay you. Plus, if you do this, I’ll owe you one… a big one. And I know how much you love it when I owe you one.”
Jackson licks his lips and sighs, if there’s something that is never going to change, it’s his husband’s power of persuasion, which is something that their children have clearly inherited too. He also looks at his watch and sees that he needs to hang up soon. And yes, he loves it when Stiles owes him one, and there’s also the fact that his wolf has serious problems denying him anything, but that’s not why he’s going to do this.
He can easily imagine why dealing with this kid has affected him. The truth is that that there’s that thing in Stiles’s voice that tells him that this is important to him, that he needs him, and Jackson likes to feel needed. That’s his thing. That’s always been his thing.
“Fine. I’ll do it. I just… I really have to go, but I promise I’ll be there as soon as this session is over. And don’t ask how long that’s gonna take because I really don’t know.”
“Really?” Stiles grins. “Thank you, thank you! And don’t worry, he can wait. You just get here when you can. Meanwhile we need to contact social services and see what they say.”
“Okay, then. I’ll see you later.”
“Yeah, thank you. Love you,” Stiles smiles.
“Love you too,” Jackson says, smiling before hanging up and heading into the courtroom.