Ficlet: Run Kyle Run
Author: on_the_ground
Title: Run Kyle Run
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Stiles/Jackson
Character/s: Stiles, Zach (original male character/Stiles's partner), Kyle (original child character), Jackson (mentioned)
Summary: Stiles and his partner chase down a suspect.
Content Notes: Fluff, nobody is dead, future fic.
Warnings: None
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 534 words
Prompt: #228 - Arrest
Author's Notes: I had an idea for my series on Sunday that I was discussing with my beta and then this prompt appeared an hour later and it was like total fate, so I knew I had no excuse not to write it and I gave it a try. But I mean, the whole idea behind this beginning is very scary because it will be the most difficult thing I've written and I don't know if I can really do it; but hell, since I've started it, I'm posting it and we'll see what happens.
Obviously some things like when this story takes place in the future aren't explained here but I like the idea of people having to guess and later finding out if they were right. This will be part of my series "All I Saw Was You" if I'm able to write what I'd like to write next. Thanks so much to my beta once again for her help and support.
It must have only been five minutes, he’s not sure but it feels more like twenty. He thought he was in good shape but he obviously must be getting older because it’s getting hard to breath and his legs are starting to feel heavier. Maybe Jackson was right and he needs to start going to the gym more often. It’s funny all the shit that goes through his head while chasing this fucking dealer through the streets of Beacon Hills.
Thank god, right in that moment, when they are running along a narrow street, Zach’s car finally appears blocking the only way out and he knows they’ve got him. The guy has nowhere to go. Zach leaves the car and takes out his gun pointing it at the suspect. Stiles takes out his gun too and mirrors his partner’s action.
Stiles can’t see the suspect very well because of the hood he’s wearing but he looks like a teenager, he can’t be much older than that.
“Okay, all this chasing has been fun as hell but it’s over. You’re coming with us right now.” Stiles says, trying to catch his breath. “Do you have any weapon on you? Gun? Knife? Anything?”
“No! Nothing! I’m unarmed!” The suspect says loudly.
“Good!” Stiles continues. “Knees on the ground and hands behind your head!”
The teen is not moving and Stiles is getting tired of this shit. He keeps walking toward the suspect until he’s closer.
“I said, knees on the ground and hands behind your head! Come on! We don’t have all day!”
The suspect finally obeys and Stiles puts handcuffs on him.
“Okay. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you,” Stiles says while helping him to get up. Then he pats him down and checks that like he said, he’s not carrying any weapons. As they suspected, he finds five small bags of drugs in his pockets and shows them to Zach who simply nods before getting back behind the steering wheel.
Once Stiles pulls back the guy’s hood of his filthy red hoodie, he can finally get a close look at the suspect and he can see that all that scruffy red hair and those blue eyes don’t belong to any teenager. He can’t be older than twelve or thirteen. He’s just a fucking kid.
“Just how old are you?” Stiles asks.
The kid doesn’t hesitate. “Sixteen,” he says with confidence.
Stiles snorts. “Yeah, right.” Stiles nods, smiling.
“Where are you taking me?” The kid asks as Stiles guides him towards the car.
“I’ve just arrested you. Where do you think? You’re coming with us to the station where we’ll have the most entertaining conversation you’ve had in weeks. You’ll see.”
Stiles opens the car door and the kid finally sits in the back seat.
“I think he just saved you a week in the gym, you should be thanking him.” Zach says, trying not to laugh once Stiles is sitting next to him.
“Shut up and drive.” Stiles smiles.
To be continued...
Title: Run Kyle Run
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Stiles/Jackson
Character/s: Stiles, Zach (original male character/Stiles's partner), Kyle (original child character), Jackson (mentioned)
Summary: Stiles and his partner chase down a suspect.
Content Notes: Fluff, nobody is dead, future fic.
Warnings: None
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 534 words
Prompt: #228 - Arrest
Author's Notes: I had an idea for my series on Sunday that I was discussing with my beta and then this prompt appeared an hour later and it was like total fate, so I knew I had no excuse not to write it and I gave it a try. But I mean, the whole idea behind this beginning is very scary because it will be the most difficult thing I've written and I don't know if I can really do it; but hell, since I've started it, I'm posting it and we'll see what happens.
Obviously some things like when this story takes place in the future aren't explained here but I like the idea of people having to guess and later finding out if they were right. This will be part of my series "All I Saw Was You" if I'm able to write what I'd like to write next. Thanks so much to my beta once again for her help and support.
It must have only been five minutes, he’s not sure but it feels more like twenty. He thought he was in good shape but he obviously must be getting older because it’s getting hard to breath and his legs are starting to feel heavier. Maybe Jackson was right and he needs to start going to the gym more often. It’s funny all the shit that goes through his head while chasing this fucking dealer through the streets of Beacon Hills.
Thank god, right in that moment, when they are running along a narrow street, Zach’s car finally appears blocking the only way out and he knows they’ve got him. The guy has nowhere to go. Zach leaves the car and takes out his gun pointing it at the suspect. Stiles takes out his gun too and mirrors his partner’s action.
Stiles can’t see the suspect very well because of the hood he’s wearing but he looks like a teenager, he can’t be much older than that.
“Okay, all this chasing has been fun as hell but it’s over. You’re coming with us right now.” Stiles says, trying to catch his breath. “Do you have any weapon on you? Gun? Knife? Anything?”
“No! Nothing! I’m unarmed!” The suspect says loudly.
“Good!” Stiles continues. “Knees on the ground and hands behind your head!”
The teen is not moving and Stiles is getting tired of this shit. He keeps walking toward the suspect until he’s closer.
“I said, knees on the ground and hands behind your head! Come on! We don’t have all day!”
The suspect finally obeys and Stiles puts handcuffs on him.
“Okay. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you,” Stiles says while helping him to get up. Then he pats him down and checks that like he said, he’s not carrying any weapons. As they suspected, he finds five small bags of drugs in his pockets and shows them to Zach who simply nods before getting back behind the steering wheel.
Once Stiles pulls back the guy’s hood of his filthy red hoodie, he can finally get a close look at the suspect and he can see that all that scruffy red hair and those blue eyes don’t belong to any teenager. He can’t be older than twelve or thirteen. He’s just a fucking kid.
“Just how old are you?” Stiles asks.
The kid doesn’t hesitate. “Sixteen,” he says with confidence.
Stiles snorts. “Yeah, right.” Stiles nods, smiling.
“Where are you taking me?” The kid asks as Stiles guides him towards the car.
“I’ve just arrested you. Where do you think? You’re coming with us to the station where we’ll have the most entertaining conversation you’ve had in weeks. You’ll see.”
Stiles opens the car door and the kid finally sits in the back seat.
“I think he just saved you a week in the gym, you should be thanking him.” Zach says, trying not to laugh once Stiles is sitting next to him.
“Shut up and drive.” Stiles smiles.
To be continued...