“I-” Derek starts and clears his throat, because his voice sounds rusty from not being used that often so far today, “I’m waiting for the doc, thanks.” Please let him know I’m here, he adds in his head.
The guy freezes, blinks like an owl, mouth ajar. Doc Stilinski really should think about hiring a new assistant, that kid looks a bit overextended. Derek shifts on his feet uncomfortably.
Then the guy starts chuckling and it sounds a bit hysterical, while the bitter smell of embarrassment is filling Derek’s nostrils.
“Yeah. Well,” the boy with the honey eyes says, dragging the words, “I kinda… am… Doc Stilinski. Yep. That’s me.” He points with his thumb towards his own chest.
This… kid is his therapist?!
Derek Hale‘s therapist is unprofessional, chaotic, he‘s talking way too much. In short: he is infuriating.
And probably Derek‘s mate. Ah, damn.
Stiles hasn't been known as Stiles for the past six years. He's Mitch Rapp, a CIA assassin with 117 kills under his belt. When he gets a late night call from Scott, saying Derek has been taken, he's on the road back to Beacon Hills in less than ten minutes. He's going to get Derek back, even if that means adding a few more kills to his ledger.
An American Assassin/Teen Wolf fusion. Rated E for violence which is canon typical for AA but might be considered extreme for TW. If you're familiar with the plot of AA, please be assured that no female or beloved TW characters have been fridged in the making of this fic and pairing.
Translation into Portuguese available thanks to ImNotWhatIUsedToBe.
Translation into Spanish available thanks to Ayann.
“No, I guess not,” Stiles shakes his head distractedly, “What’s this about anyway?” What was it about? Had his dad called and complained about his attitude over the phone? Technically it was made from a work station but it was a personal phone call. He can’t get in trouble for that right? Then Stiles thought about how his stand in boss had mentioned Derek. Derek who is in Beacon Hills right now. Within driving distance of his father. All alone. Without his scrawny, children’s book comparison of a husband to defend him. Stiles felt his heart sink with dread. What had his dad done?
“Everyone get your go bags, we’re heading to Beacon Hills,”
Derek and Stiles are married and work for the FBI, with Scott, Stiles best friend and Derek’s brother.
Stiles has always struggled with his father hating Derek, but he never thought it would culminate in the man arresting Derek for several murders. Stiles and Scott have to take the team to their home now and see if they can not only free Derek, but also catch a killer, and do it before anyone else gets hurt… they can’t do all three.
Sheriff is not awesome. Like he was, but now he sucks. Seriously it’s so worth a read but don’t expect to love the sheriff.
- Part 5 of Forbidden Fruit
Derek can't quite believe he's in a reproductive clinic signing up for a cycling partner, but life is strange and Cora is persuasive.
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He keeps it to himself. His dirty little secret, soothing his bruises with aloe vera and hiding behind excuses if his friends notice him wincing. It’s amazing how clumsy his friends believe he is, constantly walking into things hard enough to leave marks.
Stiles is in a bad situation, but he hides it well. Or, he thought he did, until an all too observant detective moves in next door and asks for some coffee.
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