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  1. Public Bookmark 72

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    Charles was seven years old when his stepfather brought David home.

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    The Sheriff shifted, beer in hand, immediately wary of the pair of werewolves on his porch.

    “Good evening, Sheriff,” Scott greeted, with an uncomfortable and forced smile.

    “Good evening, Scott,” Sheriff Stilinski returned patiently, playing along. “Anything I can help you with?” He didn’t look like he actually wanted an answer, which was fair because they rarely saw him when someone wasn’t on the verge of being arrested or dead.

    “This is probably going to sound really weird, but I promise I’m being completely serious.” The Sheriff nodded for him to continue, almost looking pained. “Do you have a son, by any chance?”

    “Excuse me?”

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    15 Aug 2017

  3. Public Bookmark 79

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    “There’s no way I can convince you that you ate some bad rabbit, and you’re having some wicked crazy indigestion is there?”

    Derek's eyes are flitting between the snow and Stiles, more specifically the small area where the snow isn’t falling on Stiles but being drifted away like he’s covered in some sort of force field.

    “Not a chance in hell.”

     

    Or the one where Stiles was telling Matt the truth, sort of.

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    13 Aug 2017

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    “Your dad’s the fucking sheriff of my hometown,” Derek hisses when Stiles is pretending to search through the expiration dates on the cartons of 1%. “When were you going to tell me that?”

    “Uhm,” Stiles stalls, closing the glass-paned door. “Never?” He ventures. Seeing the hard placed scowl on Derek’s face, Stiles knows it’s not what he wanted to hear. “How was I supposed to bring it up?” He asks, voice pitching on hysterical in the middle before he forces it back down. “Right around the first time I was sparking up, just lean over and go, “Oh, hey, by the fucking way, I’m from Beacon Hills and my dad’s the sheriff, but he doesn’t know I do recreational drugs on the weekly,” and then recite Millay to you? Yeah, because that’d work out so goddamn well.”

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  5. Public Bookmark 88

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    Back in the present, Derek bends down and picks up the broken phone, trying not to panic when he can’t catch a scent on the thing. He slides the shattered and useless husk of technology into his pocket for later and keeps going despite the burning itch at the base of his spine telling him to shift, to run, to find Stiles. The flipped coffee table and disjointed Christmas tree are enough to focus him. He can smell Stiles’ determination here as if it were something tangible. It’s strong, which is a relief. It means Stiles was alive when they dragged him out.

    He hopes it stayed that way after the fact.

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    13 Aug 2017