All four men turned their heads towards the unsettling growl. While the darkness didn’t help Stiles at all, he still recognized the sounds from Mercury Headquarters. The other men shifted their bodies to keep Stiles behind them, and he rolled his eyes in exasperation. Nevermind I actually killed one of them earlier, let’s just all treat Stiles ( Read more... )

They finally made it back to Beacon Hills a while after the sun had set. By the time Neal parked his car in front of Stiles’ house, the darkness was oppressive with almost no light from the moon and stars. Stiles shifted to unbuckle his seatbelt, and his fingers brushed against his freshly-laundered white dress shirt. Neal had arranged for his ( Read more... )

An hour later, the two men were still looking over all the strange documents they took from Mercury HQ. Neal had long since finished his sensible dinner of chicken marinated in some sort of unpronounceable sauce and a side dish of leafy greens and sugar snap peas. Stiles, true to form, was still finishing off his plate of curly fries. They were ( Read more... )

Stiles had never been so happy to see the sun again. He and Neal hurried quickly out of the shut down building but he could’ve sworn that they were being watched. By what, he didn’t even want to know ( Read more... )

“When was Mercury Industries established again ( Read more... )

“We’re F.B.I., show yourself!” Neal shouted. Stiles gave him a critical look of disbelief but Neal shot back a look that clearly said, Go along with it.The noise died down to a strange rumbling sound. It sounded like a guttural growl - something Stiles was all too familiar with. His every instinct screamed at him to retreat, get outside, find ( Read more... )

For probably the millionth time, Stiles readjusted his collar and tie. Neal was driving (like a normal person, thank GOD) and they were both headed for the headquarters complex of Mercury Industries. While the place was outside the city limits of San Francisco, the complex itself was large enough to practically warrant its own zip code and ( Read more... )

I am not uncomfortable. Oh no. We passed that checkpoint a long time ago, when that handsy tailor was measuring the “inseam,” which has got to be code for “let’s strip Stiles naked to the skivvies and get really up close and personal with the Stilinski goods.”
Stiles could not remember a more humiliating time. Including the multiple times Coach ( Read more... )

When Neal sorta not-kidnapped him to San Francisco, this was not how Stiles imagined their investigation would start. The two of them were currently in some fancy men’s clothing store. (“‘Menswear,’ Stiles. It’s called ‘menswear.’” Neal quipped.) Well, Neal had frolicked, actually frolicked like freaking Bambi into…somewhere in the store. ( Read more... )

Warning: There is some Peter Hale bashing here. Personally, I like Peter; he’s a wonderfully complex character. But this chapter is in Stiles’ POV, so naturally, he’s a little biased. Just a little.“Sorry, what did you say!” Stiles was sure his voice was lost in the whirlwind that used to be a very lovely rental car. A car that Neal was ( Read more... )