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STEREK WEEK 2017: Day 6 - Partners in Crime

Sterek Week 2017 - Partners In Crime 

Derek’s activities on Wall Street were unethical at best and illegal at worst. Billionaire hedge-fund manager Derek Hale has used his gains to give back to the New York City poor through what he aptly named the Robin Hood Foundation.

Since its inception Hale himself has given over 5.25 billion dollars to the charity, as well as “taking from the rich” portion of his agenda in the form of persuading donations from vile politicians and converting hacking their Wall Street ruthlessness to give back to millions in need. His motto: “Without philanthropic thievery survival is impossible in a city drowning in this level of corruption” 

He’s arrested somewhere in Costa Rica and Stiles is the FBI agent who used every possible connection and means to get him out. 

“Stiles? What the hell are you doing here?”

“I’m saving your ass, whats it look like? Besides, I found a way to make this all go away but it’ll take time and I think I lost my job and we’ll be on the run for at least a month so if you still got that sweet little villa somehwere on the coast of Playa Flamingo that would totally help on the comfort level.”

“I do actually”

Sterek Week Day 6: Partners in Crime (artwork by @beerwolves, ficlet by @fear-frost)

Sterek Week ‘17 // Partners In Crime

Sterek Week 2017: Partners In Crime

Art by @beerwolves, Ficlet by @fear-frost

“Stiles! Behind you!”

Swinging his bat in a wide arc, Stiles spun around, aluminum connecting with the gremlin-pixie monster as it leapt into the air, razor sharp claws aimed at his back. The little bloodthirsty fuckers were everywhere - swarming up the walls, screeching across the floor, and slinging any piece of loose debris the rotted old house had to offer. “That one totally doesn’t count!” Stiles yelled over his shoulder where Derek’s back was once again pressed to his.

This is my entry for the Sterek Week 2017 day 6 theme 'Partners in Crime'.

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I imagine Stiles to be 3 and Derek to be 7.

John sits in the driver’s seat, waiting for Claudia to finish buckling Stiles in the back. They’re all heading to the Hales’ for what would usually be Stiles and Derek’s Saturday afternoon play date but is this time doubling as Cora’s fifth birthday party, one reserved for family ahead of the one she’ll have with her school friends next week.

Stiles is ecstatic to be going to a party, though he’s still learning that someone else’s birthday doesn’t mean presents for him too. He staggers up the steps of the Hales’ front porch under Derek’s watchful eye and hovering hands, wobbling under the weight of the present he’s insisted on carrying inside.

As they watch Cora open all her gifts - having to be reminded time and time again by Talia not to use her claws in case she damages what’s inside in her excitement - only once does Stiles try tearing the paper off one of the presents, listening carefully as Derek pulls him into his lap where he sits cross-legged on the floor and explains why he’s only allowed to watch. Coming from Derek, Stiles accepts it without question and settles back, jamming his thumb into his mouth.

After presents comes the birthday cake, but according to Derek, ‘no red velvet, no deal’, so he heads to the den with Stiles in tow who always follows wherever he goes.

Talia lights the candles as Cora is lifted into the chair at the head of the dining table, and everyone is so focused on the birthday girl it seems John is the only one who notices the two boys peeking their heads around the kitchen doorframe.

As soon as Talia carries the cake through to the dining room and the chorus of Happy Birthday begins, John watches the two kids use the blowing out of the candles as a convenient distraction. Two chubby hands belonging to Stiles appear over the edge of the kitchen counter, boosted up by Derek, and they search blindly for the cookie jar. Once the prize is in his grasp, Derek lowers Stiles back to the ground and then they dart out from behind the counter, hand in hand, and into the next room.

With the song over, John slips through to the den and creeps over to the blanket fort, giggles emanating from within. He pokes his head inside.

“And what do we have here?”

Derek gasps while Stiles gapes up at him, wide-eyed and mouth a little ‘o’ of shock. After a few seconds of held breath, he lifts the cookie in his hand - already smeared with melted chocolate chips - and holds it to John’s mouth. With his other hand, he holds a stubby finger to his lips.

“Shhh.”

John takes the cookie and silently holds his finger to his mouth in agreement. He backs out of their blanket fort and hastily munches on his cookie as he sneaks back into the dining room. There’ll be hell to pay if Claudia catches him indulging.

John better make the most of it. It won’t be long until Stiles is enforcing his diet harder than his wife ;)

STILES: I want Bumerry as back-up.

DEREK: No!

STILES: You're being difficult.

DEREK: You can't try to handle this with military precision.

STILES: I will not be caught unawares, Derek Hale.

DEREK: Neither will I, but this is ridiculous.

STILES: We've been battling supernatural disasters for years, Derek. When has our Plan A ever worked?

DEREK: *deadpans* This is not a supernatural disaster.

STILES: It has the potential to be one. Which is why I want Bumerry on stand by.