Idontknowwhatimdoinghere
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The sheriff watched him for a moment, then he sighed and turned slightly. He reached out to open a cabinet door beside him, and pulled out a shelf. It was on a track, so it rolled out of the cabinet fairly easily, and held a small CCTV. Derek frowned and inched his chair to the side a little bit so he could get a better angle.
He was looking at a teenager, or someone at least young enough to be the same age as Scott. He was sitting on a bed in what looked to be a larger room, the area he was in surrounded by four glass walls, with his legs crossed and head tilted.
He was also staring directly into the camera, as if he knew someone was watching. A creepy smile slowly slid onto the teen’s face, and he held up one hand, wiggling his fingers in a slow, eery wave.
Derek felt his mouth run dry. He didn’t know who this kid was, but he didn’t like him.
“Who is that?” he asked quietly.
“That,” said the sheriff, “is my son.”
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“Yes, well, you see . . .” Deucalion cleared his throat again. “In an effort for authenticity, the writer used an actual binding ceremony in the script. The casting director, wanting to make sure it was pronounced correctly, found an actual shaman to perform it. He did so.”
“You – you mean – are you saying that Derek and I are actually married?” Stiles managed to squeeze out of his rapidly closing throat.
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Stiles gripped the steering wheel more tightly as he passed over the state line into California.
Four years. In a few short hours, he would be back in Beacon Hills. Home. For the first time in almost four years. For so long he had refused to let himself think of it, of what he had left behind there, of who he had left behind. He had almost given up on ever seeing them again.
A quiet whimper from the back seat made him wince, and with a glance in the rearview mirror he took a deep breath and felt the tension in his shoulders ease incrementally.
As his heart rate began to even out, he felt his eyes start to droop. He was so tired. Twenty hours straight with only a few short stops to refuel. He could feel an adrenaline crash beginning to creep up on him. Just a few more hours and they would be safe. He glanced once more at the back seat and the identical dark heads sleeping quietly in the back seat. He straightened determinedly, wincing at the corresponding burn in his side, and shook himself awake. Just a few more hours.Bookmarked by Idontknowwhatimdoinghere
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Some people from Derek’s life before the show come to visit and none of the pack are happy about it, especially when one of them starts picking on Stiles.
Part of the Growling ‘Verse.
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