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Stiles got out of his Jeep and looked at the staff parking lot of the station. There were a few cars there that he didn't know. Just like there were about five new deputies that he didn't know there. He was happy to be home. He began to swing his keys around his finger as he walked in. The person who was normally at the front desk wasn't there, so Stiles moved around to the bullpen. He tripped over a chair as he took in the man who was half-naked in the bullpen and then fell flat on his face when he saw the tattoo on his back.
"You okay?" someone asked.
"Don't mind him. He trips over everything. Stiles, how are you doing?" Parrish asked as he helped Stiles up.
The shirtless man was turned around, not shirtless anymore and staring at Stiles.
"You are Stiles?" Derek asked.
"Yeah."
"Derek?" Parrish asked.
"I- '' Derek snapped his jaw shut, and he looked at Stiles like Stiles was the scum of the earth. "I'm going on patrol."
Derek stormed out, clipping Stiles so hard that he stumbled, and Parrish had to catch him.
"How the hell have you pissed off Hale?" another deputy asked. Stiles didn't know him.
"Hey, where's Dad?" Stiles asked.
"He's out on a call. Miss Caruthers called in about the ghost in her attic again. So your father thought he could handle it to get him out of here. Roger, clean up the mess you made before Hale gets back, or he's going to be pissed. Stiles, into my office."
Stiles followed Parrish into there, feeling a lot like the kid who was in trouble.
"Hale likes everyone; how the hell can he hate you when he just met you?"
"You remember in college I ditched Stiles? I made my professors call me Mieczysław?"
"Yes."
"Well, that went for everyone. Everyone called me that. I told them all that name. Do you also remember at the end of freshman year, I talked about my all weekend hook up with an older student who had just graduated, and we both had a lot of fun but no strings attached?"
"Yes, you whined all summer about how you liked him."
"Yeah, I gave him the name Mieczysław, and he gave me the name Derek."
Parrish's eyebrows moved like they were trying to escape his forehead.
"You need to tell your father because he likes Derek, and I don't want him thinking badly of him because he feels betrayed."
"I will."
"You don't just stop by. I wasn't even aware you were coming home. Your father said you got a job, but you were secretive about it."
"Yeah, I got one in Beacon City. Police officer. I want to get a few years there, and then when Dad retires, I'll jump ship and come here. As much as I would love to work under my father, it's not exactly something that I think would do for my career."
"That makes sense. When do you start?"
"Tonight. I'll text dad and tell him I wanted to meet for dinner. I have the graveyard shift. So I'll be heading in after dinner."
---
Stiles pulled over to check on the person who had been run off the road. He checked to make sure his taser was still on his belt. He had his work pants on but not his shirt. He needed to tailor all of the pants a little and planned to do it when he woke up. The shirt was stuffed into his bag, and he just hadn't wanted to change. He didn't mind coming home in his uniform. He could easily shed that mentality when he took it off at home as much as possible if he took it off at work. His gun was locked in the case in the trunk, and the bullets were also in there.
"Ma'am, are you okay?" Stiles asked.
"My leg is pinned. I called 9-1-1, but it would take them a little to get here with how far out I am. They said they might send the Sheriff's department."
"There was a huge hullabaloo in the middle of town, and I think most officers were responding to it. Stiles Stilinski, Ma'am, I just got off duty with the Beacon Hills Police Department. I was handling paperwork when the call came in, but they didn't want me staying since this was my first day on the job."
"My phone died," the woman said.
'Gotcha. I'll call 9-1-1 to get an update.'' Stiles pulled his phone from his pocket, and he dialed dispatch straight in. "Hey, this is Stiles Stilinski. I'm here with..."
"Diana Richardson,"
Stiles repeated her name. "I'm off duty at the moment but can stay with her until an RA unit gets here. Her leg is pinned, and I don't see any blood." Stiles shined his flashlight down to where the leg was crushed by the door. "I cannot get the door open."
"RA unit is on the way, and a Sheriff's Department deputy is on his way as well."
"Good. I'm going to put the phone on speaker so that I can tend to Diana as much as possible." Stiles slid the phone on the roof of the car before he walked around to the other side. That side was even more impossible. The car had been hit by another on the driver's side and then pushed into a tree. The car would have to be cut into to get Diana out. He wasn't sure that everything was as good as he thought. He couldn't see blood, but that meant nothing.
Stiles walked to the back to see that the back windshield was cracked enough to allow him inside. He went back to the driver's side door.
"I'm going to kick in the back window and see if I can get in to get a good angle on your leg. If you are bleeding, I do need to try and stop it."
"Okay."
"Dispatch, I'm going to give my phone to Diana and try and check to make sure of the bleeding."
"Okay. I'll relay that to the RA unit."
Stiles was glad that he was still pretty lithe. He would have no issue climbing into the back seat and then wedge himself into the front. He was able to get the glass kicked down with ease, and he slipped in without cutting himself. He kept on moving carefully until he was mostly clear of the glass. Diana smiled at him when he got close.
"Hey, so I'm gonna get all up and personal with you and not buy you dinner or a drink first. I'm usually much more of a gentleman, but at least I ask. Is that okay?"
"Please, Stiles."
Stiles held out his hand for the phone, and he turned on the flashlight function. He wouldn't wiggle well enough at the moment to get his flashlight from his belt. He shone the light on where he could see Diana's leg, and he found that it was lined and there were a few scratches, but nothing looked to be bleeding all that much.
"I should have known you would involve yourself in this," Derek said.
Stiles popped his head up and looked at him. "Get out of there and let professionals do it."
"Excuse me, Deputy, but I'm trained in this. I have a paramedic license for the state of California, and the only reason I didn't go for it was that I would rather be the officer on the scene than the RA unit on scene."
Derek gave him a "bitch please" look.
"Officer, Stilinski, are you still there?" the dispatch person asked.
"Yeah, I'm still here. Deputy Hale has made it onto the scene. There is no blood other than small cuts, unsure of internal bleeding since I can't see the leg too well due to the door and her body."
"Okay. The RA unit is nearly there."
Stiles popped his head to look at Derek, and he smiled at him. "Diana, you okay for me to slip out of the car?"
"Yes, thank you for making sure that everything is fine, other than my leg being crushed."
"You are most welcome," Stiles said. He slipped out of the car and carefully made sure he didn't cut himself on the glass. When he was on safe ground, he brushed off his pants and shook them out where he saw some glass clinging. He would have to wash these before he hemmed them.
"You can leave," Derek said.
"I could." Stiles walked back to his car and grabbed his shirt before slipping it on and buttoning it up. He worked it into his pants as well, so he looked at least a little put together. He stayed until more officers arrived, and Hale wasn't alone on the scene if something happened. He grabbed road flares from the kit in his car and started to drop them around the one lane. He would direct the traffic until more people were there.
Stiles could feel Derek's eyes on him the entire time that he was directing traffic. He didn't care, though. Derek was the one that stormed out. He was the one who made this into something horrible. It wasn't like Stiles gave him a fake name. It was his birth name and the one that he went by in college. He went by Stiles at home mainly because it was what more people knew him as.
Finally, an hour later, there were enough cops there to allow Stiles to leave. More BHPD, as well as the Sheriff's Department, were there.
"Stiles? You should be asleep," Grimes said as he walked up.
"Came across this on my way home. I was technically first on the scene," Stiles said.
"Well, get home, and you can fill out paperwork tomorrow."
Stiles nodded his head. He looked at Derek as he passed him by. Derek just stared at him.
---
Stiles saw the flashing lights reflecting in a sign in front of him, so he moved off running in the road. He kept on going and waited for the car to pass him by. The siren whoop was heard over his headphone, and he turned back to see it was a Sheriff's Deputy car. He stopped and tugged the earbuds out of his ears. He wasn't shocked when Derek got out of the car. He was walking toward Stiles.
"I'm headed home. I saw you running and thought that maybe it was time we had that talk."
"Why now?" Stiles asked. He had been home a month, and they had seen each other a handful of times as they crossed paths on cases BHPD was handing over to the county, and the county was handing over to BHPD.
"Because my boss has told me all about how in college you went by the name of Mieczysław, and you shed the nickname you grew up with and how he was so used to calling you Stiles that he never got out of the habit. So then here you come in, tripping over yourself like you had the first time I met you, and then I found out you were the Sheriff's son, and I freaked out."
"Well, I never knew who you were. You gave me the name Derek and that was it. I met like eight Derek's in my first two years at school, not including you. I didn't know you were a Hale, like from Beacon Hills Hales who own half of the real estate in Beacon Hills. Every single one of you works a good job that cements you into the town. Your father is the current mayor. Your mother is a doctor at the hospital."
"I was told that I judged you without talking to you. I don't even know what I thought. I wasn't even sure if I was going to go into the police at that point. I thought I was, but I hadn't even met your father, but all I could think was that you used me. I let that color what I thought of that weekend."
Stiles shrugged at that. He really wasn't sure what Derek wanted. Stiles had wanted so much from Derek, but they had agreed to a weekend-long affair, and that was it. Stiles regretted not pushing for more, but he hadn't been able to fix that. He had moved on, but there were nights that when he was alone and jerking off, he thought about how it felt to roll around in bed with Derek. It had been the best sex of his life.
"I'm sorry for how I acted that day, not just when I slammed into you but also that evening when you were helping at an accident. It never should have been like that. I never should have acted like that. My uncle raked me over the coals. Can we start again?"
"I don't know. Is that how you are? Do you fly off the handle at the least issue?"
"No, I don't. I've gone back to a therapist, my uncle kind of forced it. It all has to do with an issue I thought I had worked through. It has to do with Kate Argent."
Stiles nearly asked who the hell was Kate Argent was when he remembered hearing about it when he was young. He had never met any other Argents. But that case had come up in his classes on the law in college. Since he had stayed in California for school, he had learned more about California cases than out-of-state ones unless those were huge ones.
Kate Argent had been a groundbreaking case that had pushed forth a lot of rights for men at the hands of abusers, even though Derek hadn't been an adult at the time. Derek's name was never mentioned, but Derek had known it was him just because of how everything had happened with the whole thing.
"Shit," Stiles said. He wanted to reach out. He hadn't put Derek together with that Derek. Even when he had connected his Derek to Derek Hale, the court case had been pushed out of his mind of being that Derek.
"You studied it? I had to in school as well. It was hard as hell for me, and I went to a lot of therapy after it, and I thought I had worked through this. I need a lot more help with everything, I think. I want to be friends. I want to be more, but for now, I need a friend more than I need a lover. I still think about that weekend, Stiles. I hated that I let you leave without getting a way to contact you, but I think that maybe, in the long run, it was best."
"I can be a friend. We can do that. I think that will be good."
---
"Stiles, really?" Noah asked.
Stiles looked up at his father, and he shushed him. He pointed at Derek, who was asleep on him. His upper body was still wrapped in the gauze from the hospital.
"He was really out of it from the pills that the hospital gave him. He was singing. Parrish called me to deal with him, but he was so tired that there was no way I was getting him anywhere but here. He laid on me and is still sleeping. As soon as he wakes up, I'll take him home."
Noah rubbed his eyes. He looked tired as hell. "I'm ordering pizza. Do you want any?"
"Sure. That thing that Derek likes."
Noah sat down at his desk and picked up his phone, placing an order for two large pizzas. One of which had Derek's favorite toppings, and the other had a nice sauce and plenty of veggies that he liked. The shop that had popped up while Stiles was at school had been a godsend. Their pizzas were as healthy as they could be made, with good hearty crusts and a sauce that had little added fats. The cheeses were the worst in calories, but they were good cheese. The meats were another thing that was not the best, but there was nothing to be done if people chose them.
Stiles fucking loved the veggie pizza, and he loved the pizza Derek got as well. It was a strange mix of pepperoni, onions, green peppers, and cauliflower.
"I'm glad things are going well," Noah said.
"Eh, they are going. I think that Derek asked me on a date, but I'm not sure. He was too far into the effects of the pills, so I'll not hold him to it."
"Well, he's cuddling you like he doesn't want to let go," Noah said.
"The thing is, this isn't the first time on this. We've slept in the same bed a few times when I was crashing with him when my apartment was getting fixed. I think we've been on this little crash course for a while now. It's just coming to a head."
"Well, not in my office."
"Of course, Sir," Derek said.
"Quit sucking up, Derek," Stiles said.
"I like-" Derek's words were muffled by Stiles' hand on his mouth.
"Okay, I forgot that," Noah said.
'What?" Stiles asked.
'How he gets when he's high like that. He has no filter. I should have thought that through. He's pretty much gonna say any thought that goes into his head. After we eat, I can help you get him home. You are going to be stuck with him."
"I know. I'm already on four days off," Stiles said.
"Why?"
"The way the schedule goes? The captain tries to do that for everyone every month or two. It's not always over a weekend, but it's pretty nice still. I swapped one day to get an extra if I need it at the end. I'll see how Derek is."
"Well, he should be fine. He bounces back pretty quickly. I'm just glad that he's not too bad off with everything. So, are you going to stay with him?"
"He's got the bigger bed, and I know that he's gonna be like this, and I love his house."
"I'll stop by in the morning with some groceries. He talked about not having a lot. You just worry about him."
"Sweet, he likes oatmeal for breakfast. I'll text if he needs more of it."
"I'll mostly focus on lunch and dinner and stuff he can make easily after you go back to work. I know he's out for at least two weeks given his shoulder mobility." Noah looked at Derek again and flinched before he rotated his shoulder. "I wasn't there, but I heard about it. He kept going until he had the suspect cuffed, bleeding everywhere."
"Parrish showed me the photos taken on the scene of the blood and then him in the back of the ambulance so I would know since he wasn't sure Derek would tell me all. He did, but I think that was mostly the drugs."
"He doesn't like being weak in front of those he works with, but he's different with you. I'm glad you gave him a second chance."
"I can't say that I wouldn't have been a shit if he seriously thought I had seduced him to use him or something. We are all fucked up in our own ways. He's a good man. Despite being an asshole sometimes."
"You are a good man despite being an asshole a lot of the time."
Stiles flipped off his father, which man the man laugh. The door opened, and Parrish dropped off the pizza. It was silent as they all ate, and as soon as Derek was done, he was lying on Stiles again.
"Are you ready to go home?" Stiles asked as he poked Derek in the ass. It was the only spot that Stiles could reach on him that wasn't either cut up or bruised. Derek was going to be in a lot of pain over the next few days. Stiles would fight with him. He would fight with Stiles. Derek would be an ass, he would be an ass back, and then they would be happy.
"Snuggle," Derek said.
“We will snuggle when we get home. This couch and your weight on me is doing nothing for my back."
Derek grumbled, but he slowly rolled to the side. Stiles got up off the couch and waited for Derek to get up. Derek's body was so injured that Stiles was afraid to help him up as the pull might hurt him worse than getting up on his own.
"Be safe, boys," Noah called out.
Stile waved at his father and looked around the bullpen. He found the backpack he had with him that was full of Derek's instructions from the hospital, as well as the pills picked up for him. They had everything they needed. Now all Stiles needed to do was take care of his man.