#stargentweek2k19

“Do you remember how we met? That was not romantic at all. I was scared shitless, Christopher!”, Stiles reminded, using the other’s full name for emphasis. “I thought I was going to die. Not once. Not twice but three times in a timespan of like five minutes! First I thought I was going to die lost and alone in the woods. Then I thought I was going to get killed by a mountain lion or something before I realized that those were human people coming towards me and not some scary creature of the woods and for a second I thought I was safe until you pointed your stupid machine-gun at me! I thought you were going to shoot me. So yeah, I would have preferred to meet you in an empty street, in the dark while it’s raining.”

Chris raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Well, at least I brought you flowers.”

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 “What?”, Scott asked when he finally picked up the phone after the  third time Stiles had called.

“Wow! Hello to you too.” Stiles rolled his eyes.

Scott just huffed in reply. “Take a hint, dude. It’s almost eleven and I’m not answering the phone. Maybe I’m busy. Maybe I’m already asleep. Who knows? All I know is that I need to get some proper sleep if I want to make first line.”

“Hey, that’s the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one.”

“God, just tell me why you’re calling,” Scott stopped him before Stiles could throw any more insults at him. No matter how subtle they were.

Stiles smirked to himself. “Alright, listen. My dad left 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called. Some joggers apparently found a body in the woods. And do you know what the best part is?”

“What?”

“They only found half the body!”

“Wait. Which half of the body did they find?”, Scott asked, not sure yet if he liked where this was going.

“Huh. I didn’t even think about that.”

Scott groaned softly to himself as he let himself fall back onto his mattress. “Guess you will find out once your dad has written his report, right?”

“What? No! I’m already on my way. Meet me at the preserve in ten!”

“Dude! Go home and let your dad do his job for once!”, Scott pleaded. “All I know is that I will go to bed now. Goodnight, Stiles.”

“Hey, hey! Come on! I’m almost there!”

“And what if the killer is still out there?”, Scott reminded.

“Huh.” Stiles tilted his head a little. “Also something I didn’t think about yet. Come on, Scotty. Don’t leave me hanging.”

“No chance, dude. I need sleep and you need to head home.”

Stiles huffed. “Yeah, alright. Thanks, mom!”

“Goodnight, Stiles,” Scott repeated before hanging up the phone.

Stiles let out another huff. He didn’t even think about turning around and heading back home. There was a little adventure waiting for him in the woods and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let Scott ruin that for him.

When Stiles finally got to the woods and out of his car it was already pitch-black outside and the full moon was standing high over the trees. “Alright,” Stiles mumbled to himself as he grabbed his flashlight and the pocket knife that he had gotten for his eleventh birthday.

The further Stiles wandered into the woods, the more aware he became of the fact that he really hadn’t thought any of this through; the preserve was big, he had no idea where exactly they had found the body, nor did he have any phone signal out there and slowly but surely, he started to feel like he was lost without any idea where he had come from or in which direction he was supposed to go to get back out of the woods.

In the dark, everything looked the same.

He was going to die. He was absolutely going to die all alone and lost in the middle of the woods just because he was so interested in seeing a dead body. God, how stupid was that!

Stiles was almost about to just give up when he heard movement not far from him and he immediately held his breath. There were no wolves in California, right? No, they had talked about this in school and he had asked his dad about it.  There were no wolves in California. But – and of course, there was a but – they had bears as well as mountain lions in California.

Oh god! He was going to die. He was so going to die and no one was ever going to find his body if he was going to be eaten by bears or a family of mountain lions!

Very slowly Stiles turned around towards the sound that was coming towards him. There were shadows and then suddenly voices and Stiles let out a relieved sigh when he made out four figures that were so definitely human that for a second he actually believed that he was safe. That was until they spotted him as well.

Everything went really fast from that moment on and suddenly Stiles was surrounded by four heavily armed dudes, a machinegun pointed at his face.

“All alone out here?”, the one pointing the weapon asked.

“I – no – I.”

“Full moon’s tempting, huh?”

“The full moon?”, Stiles asked, not really understanding what the moon had to do with anything. “Listen, I don’t want trouble. I got lost. My friend knows I’m out here, so please don’t shoot me.”

The man shook his head, eyes wandering up and down Stiles’ body as if searching for something. “You don’t want trouble. That’s good to know. Because neither do we.”

He pulled something out of his pocket and Stiles frowned when the man handed him a bundle of purple flowers clearly expecting him to take them.

With shaking fingers Stiles reached out to take them. Flowers. Flowers were for lovers, or grandmothers, or people in the hospital, or – dead people. Stiles frowned. What if those guys were the killers? What if the flowers were part of some kind of sick ritual?

“What – what is this? What do you want from me?”, Stiles asked as he glanced up from the flowers in his hands.

“Wolfsbane.” The hunter said with a surprised face, that Stiles didn’t understand in that moment, as he took down the weapon. “What is a kid your age doing out here in the middle of the night?”

Stiles let out a relieved sigh once the gun wasn’t pointing at him anymore. “I really do look younger than I actually am,” he said as if that was the important part. “And –“ he groaned softly at how dumb his reason was going to sound, “my dad’s a cop. I overheard that they found a dead body and I wanted to see for myself,” Stiles mumbled, embarrassed now to admit it.

The hunter groaned. “They did find a body. But about two miles from here. Were you going to walk the whole way?”

“I got lost.”

The man shook his head. “What’s your name?”

“Stiles. Stilinski.”

Again, the man groaned loudly. “Of course. The sheriff’s kid.” He turned towards the other men. “You keep heading west, I’ll give the kid a ride home and catch up with you after,” he said and watched the other hunters leave before placing a hand on Stiles’ shoulder. “Come on, Stiles. I’ll make sure you get home without getting yourself killed as well,” he said and started leading the way back out of the woods.

“Thank you.”

“I know.” Chris grinned at him. “And then we will see what else might happen, huh? We have all the time in the world after all.”

“All the time to do what exactly?” There suddenly was a voice coming from the doorway and Chris immediately jumped off of the bed, staring at his father with wide eyes. “Dad! It’s not what it looks like!”, he promised immediately, grabbing his own shirt to pull it back on.

“Oh, it’s not? So I didn’t just catch you half naked in bed with another guy?”, Gerard’s voice was calm and Chris knew that this kind of calm was worse than yelling. “You call yourself an Argent and yet fool around with another guy? You should be ashamed of yourself, Christopher!”

Stiles swallowed hard as he quickly grabbed his own shirt.

“Dad, come on. We weren’t fooling around. He’s – That’s Stiles. He’s my boyfriend, Dad. I love him.”

“Love?!” Gerard let out a bitter laugh. “Love, he says! A man cannot love another man like a woman. What is wrong with you? No son of mine is a little gay bitch!”

Chris swallowed. He knew his father wasn’t going to be happy but this? “Dad.”

“No! You are a shame for this family. After all that I have done for you? You disgust me, Christopher.”

“Dad! We are not doing anything wrong!”

Without a warning, Gerard slapped him across the face when Chris raised his voice and Stiles gasped, immediately pulling Chris away.

“Don’t you dare talk back to me again!” His father pointed a warning finger at Chris. “You are the worst thing that could have ever happened to me. No father could love a son like you. This is disgusting,” he pointed between the two of them. “It’s not normal and it is against nature.”

“I’m still your son. Nothing about me has changed.” Chris’ voice was shaking and Stiles didn’t know what else to do than reach for his boyfriend’s hand to calm him down.

“No. No, you are not my son anymore. I want  you to pack your bags and leave. Now.” Gerard glared at them before he was gone again.

“Chris?”,  Stiles asked carefully when his boyfriend didn’t move, just staring at the door through which Gerard had just left before suddenly starting to sob uncontrollably.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Stiles immediately wrapped his arms around Chris to hold him. “You know he’s not right. You know that you are not a bad person for loving me, right? You are perfect and I will always love you for who you are.”

It took a moment before Chris was able to talk between his sobs. “I know.”

“He’s an asshole.” Stiles sighed as he reached up to wipe Chris’ tears away. “Come on, baby. You can stay with me and my dad for a few days. Give your father time to calm down and then we will see, alright?”