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Football would never be his most favourite game, it was a way to spend time with his Dad. A way for them to get together without anyone really taking any notice of what was going on.
Leaving Beacon Hills had been a wrench and then some, but had been necessary at the time. College and University had been more of an excuse than anything else, not that they hadn't been important to him.
But there was no way he could have stayed anywhere near Scott. Not with the way Scott had been behaving.
Looking back on that time, with hindsight he could understand what Scott had been doing, why Scott had been trying to stamp his authority. But there was no way in hell he and his Dad would have let him become some minor Alpha’s whipping boy.
So, Beacon county college it had been. A couple of years early maybe, but it had got him through his schooling and a bit more, even if he had been the youngest in his classes. And that had brought more than one university sniffing around.
Including GWU which had been his first choice and then NCIS of all places, which was where the Alphabet Agencies buried their Supernatural teams.
And where his Dad had been hidden for years, which had been an interesting conversation that had involved a lot of shouting, even if actually having someone in Beacon Hill was useful.
So, football games were a father and son thing, a passing of information thing, and apparently a being set up by your Dad thing. His childhood crush hadn’t been such a secret then.
“Peter.” That smirk didn’t seem to have changed, even if there were a few grey hairs beginning to show. And did that mean that a Were’s wolf went grey as well?
“Stiles.”
And he still had the urge to slap the smirk right off Peter’s face. No change there, either, then. Crush or no, the guy had always been a git.
The thumb drive had not been a pleasant surprise, that meant something serious and probably then some with Peter being there.
“And the short version is?” There was no way in hell he was going to enjoy any part of this game.
“Someone’s got their claw’s into the Nemeton and could possibly trying to raise the dead. Certain people that we’d all want to stay very dead in fact.”
His minor flair of panic must have been obvious if Peter’s hand on his was anything to go by.
“Get that info where it needs to go. Make sure your spare room is up together, family always comes first and extraction really isn’t that difficult if everyone believes someone is dead.”
The flare of relief almost had him doubling over before a what the fuck hit with a side order of Peter’s smirk before Peter disappeared seemingly into thin air.
How the hell was he going to explain this one to his bosses, assuming that they didn’t know already?