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JUST THE FACTS
by nubianamy

FADE IN.

INT. SHERIFF’S OFFICE, INTERROGATION ROOM      DAY
(How to make this audible: Sound of door opening, indistinct voices in the background, foot steps, door closing & silence, steps, chairs moving,...)

STILES and the SHERIFF are seated across the table from one another.  The SHERIFF sighs and glares at STILES. 

						STILES
				I really don’t think you —

						SHERIFF
				Stiles.

Stiles leans back in his chair and rolls his eyes. (chair creaking)

						STILES
				You don’t understand.

						SHERIFF
				Would you try to sound a little less like a stereotypical teenager? I mean, if 
				you’re trying to get out of this situation with any kind of dignity intact, you 				
				might as well attempt to behave like an adult.  That is your excuse, isn’t it?  
				That I should be treating you like an adult?

						STILES
				I just want you to know all the facts before you pass judgment.

						SHERIFF
				Yes, let’s share the facts, shall we?

						STILES
				It’s not what you think.

						SHERIFF
				(coldly) You have no idea what I think.  (Beat) Why don’t you start at the 
				beginning.

						STILES
				(STILES hesitates.)  
				The, uh… the Garvin case.  The one in Stockton.

						SHERIFF
				I know which case took me there.  The question is, how do you know?

						STILES
				Because I’ve been watching you solve it.

						SHERIFF
				Watching?

						STILES
				Watching and, uh.  Working on it.  On my own time, dad, I didn’t skip 
				vclass to do it.

						SHERIFF
				Well, that’s a relief.  You know what? I’m not even going to ask, because you 
				are already in so much hot water that you spying on my case is just the tip of 
				the iceberg.

						STILES
				Um… if I were in hot water, wouldn’t the iceberg melt?

						SHERIFF
				Moving on, Stiles.

						STILES
				(hurriedly) Yeah, dad.  Moving on. So looking at the facts the way you had 
				them laid out, it just seemed like… I know that the owner of the club, Mrs. 
				Garvin, reported her loss of property as a theft, but the evidence was so, you 
				know, thin?  So I couldn’t help but think there was a coverup.  I didn’t realize 
				she’d staged it herself until Derek told me— 

						SHERIFF
				Derek.

						STILES
				(aggravated) Yes, Derek.  He told me about the footage from the surveillance 
				camera.  The one the police didn’t know about?

						SHERIFF
				Yes, I’ll be questioning him next about where he found out about that.  

						STILES
				Pretty sure you can’t mention werewolf stuff in your official reports, dad.

						SHERIFF
				I’ll find a way.  Moving on.  Tell me about the deal you mentioned.

						STILES
				(more nervous) Well, after he came back to town, he didn’t have a place to 
				stay, so… he said he’d trade.  Intel, for a place to stay.

						SHERIFF
				While I was in Stockton.

						STILES
				Um… kind of before that.

						SHERIFF
				Don’t tell me this started before I left town!

						STILES
				Don’t tell you?  What kind of an interrogation is this?

						SHERIFF (exasperated) 
				How could you do that behind my back?

						STILES
				Werewolves are very stealthy!  And he just wanted a place to crash.  It wasn’t 
				anything.  (Beat.)  At first.  But I didn’t even know he was — I was just helping 
				him out.  And he knew stuff, about the case.

						SHERIFF
				And you didn’t think that was even a little bit suspicious, Stiles?

						STILES (angrily)  
				No, I didn’t.  He wasn’t involved.  Derek’s not like that.

						SHERIFF
				This is the same guy who was arrested for his own sister’s murder?  Okay, 
				okay.  The intel?

						STILES
				He knew the club owner of The Golden Ball was lying, and he said he could 
				prove it.  He just needed a chance to gather more evidence.  So he crashed in 
				my room while he was, you know, working on that.  

						SHERIFF
				He stayed in your room.   What, on your floor?

						STILES
				No, uh… in my bed.  No, but dad, he was fine, he was a complete gentleman--

						SHERIFF
				Don’t try to tell me he was being a gentleman when I found the two of you in 
				the living room.

						STILES
				No!  (Beat.)  That was, uh.  I did that.

						SHERIFF
				Do you mean he wasn’t kissing you back?

						STILES
				Oh, no, he totally was.  But we’re jumping ahead. Dad, you weren’t here, you 
				didn’t see —

						SHERIFF
				No, I wasn’t here, which is entirely the point!  I was in  Stockton, on business, 
				while you were here with a guy in our house without asking if he could stay?  
				(Long pause.  SHERIFF sighs.)  You were telling me about the information he 
				had on Mrs. Garvin?

						STILES
				Well, the video surveillance recordings Derek got access to weren’t directly of 
				The Golden Ball, which I think is why you guys didn’t find them?  But they did 
				show Mrs. Garvin and one of her employees going in and out of the parking 
				garage down the block just before and a while after the supposed break-in.  

						SHERIFF
				And you have copies of the tapes?

						STILES
				They’re on my computer, dad.  Who uses tapes anymore?

						SHERIFF
				Stiles, don’t push me.

						STILES
				What?  I can give you copies, but they wouldn’t be admissible.  He just used 
				them to apply pressure to Mrs. Garvin so she’d mess up enough for you to 
				notice.  (sighs)  But, 	apparently, you noticed me instead.

						SHERIFF
				Damn right I noticed you.  What were you trying to do, a stakeout?

						STILES
				(pause)  Maybe.

						SHERIFF
				And you really thought that was safe?

						STILES
				Safe?  Yeah.  Werewolf covering me?  That’s kind of the definition of safe.

						SHERIFF
				Then why did Scott call me?

						STILES (angrily) 
				Because he’s an asshole.

						SHERIFF
				Your best friend?

						STILES
				He doesn’t trust Derek.  It’s not like I can convince him to, because I didn’t 
				trust him at first either. (Looks directly at the SHERIFF.)  I’m going to ask you 
				to trust me, though.  Because Derek’s a good guy.

						SHERIFF
				He doesn’t look like a good guy, Stiles.

						STILES
				Nobody thinks he’s a good guy.  But I’m the one who’s been living with him 
				for… uh.  (Beat.)  A while.  I’m the one who’s been eating every meal with him.  
				He’s not the way he seems on the outside.

						SHERIFF
				You want me to trust your judgment over Scott’s?

						STILES
				I’m hurt, dad.  

						SHERIFF
				This coming from the kid I caught doing stuff with an older man, in my house?

						STILES
				He’s not taking advantage of me!  He was offering this information because he 
				wanted to help!

						SHERIFF
				Yeah, and tell me, why would he want to help you?

						STILES
				Because he — 
STILES stops.

						SHERIFF (gently)  
				He needed something from you.

						STILES
				No!  He could have asked Mrs. Garvin for money in exchange for the 
				information, but he didn’t.  He wanted to help me because — 

STILES’ voice drops to a mumble.

						SHERIFF
				What was that?

						STILES
				You’re not going to believe me.

						SHERIFF
				Stiles, you told me your best friend is a werewolf.  How likely is it that I’m not 
				going to believe this?

						STILES
				You didn’t believe that, until you had proof.  

						SHERIFF
				Just tell me.

						STILES
				He said he’s in love with me.

						SHERIFF
				(pause) And why wouldn’t I believe that?

						STILES
				(STILES laughs bitterly.)  Yeah, sure.  Gorgeous guy suddenly decides the 
				dorky kid is worth paying attention to after treating him like crap for years?  
				You’d believe that story?

						SHERIFF
				Depends on who was telling it to me.  

						STILES
				(pause)  You already told me you didn’t trust my judgment.

						SHERIFF
				No, I asked you if you thought I should trust yours over Scott’s.  This is about 
				facts, Stiles.  If you’re going to quote me, don’t change my words.

						STILES
				Fine.  Here’s a fact.  He asked for a place to stay in exchange for information.  
				I gave him one. 

						SHERIFF
				And what else?

						STILES
				What?

						SHERIFF
				What else did you give him?

						STILES
				(embarrassed)  Dad…

						SHERIFF
				I’m serious.  You already told me you let him sleep in your bed.

						STILES
				“Sleep” being the operative word here.  He didn’t try anything else.  At the 
				beginning, I thought he was… slimy.  And I might have forgotten he was 
				staying there and locked the front door a couple times.  Oh, now you think it’s 
				funny?

				                SHERIFF (controlling his grin)
				What exactly did he do, when he came back to the house and found himself 
				locked out?

						STILES
				He texted me sixty thousand times until I let him in.  

						SHERIFF
				I can probably get him on harassment.

						STILES
				Dad, would you stop?  I’m telling you how it was, but it’s not like that 
				anymore.  

						SHERIFF
				So what’s it like now?

						STILES
				What does this have to do with the case?  Don’t you want to know how he 
				persuaded her to —

						SHERIFF
				Not really, no.  

						STILES
				But it was freaking awesome.

						SHERIFF
				(sighs)  Stiles, I want you to tell me about why you think I shouldn’t ground 
				you until the end of the year.

						STILES
				Uh.  (nervously)  I said, I thought he was slimy, right?  So I told Scott what was 
				going on.  And he kind of freaked out, maybe.  But I explained the deal we 				
				made, and Scott — being Scott — said I should live up to my deal.  Room and 
				board for the information, fair’s fair.  Derek wasn’t doing anything funky.  And 
				I gave my word, right?

						SHERIFF
				(slowly) Right.

						STILES
				Right.  So it went on like that for a couple days, and he… we talked.  

						SHERIFF
				You talked.

						STILES
				He was nice.  He — he took care of things.  Or, I don’t know, sometimes I took 
				care of things.  It was easy.  God, I can’t believe I’m saying this stuff.

						SHERIFF
				What kind of things are we talking about here?

						STILES
				Nothing.  Just regular things around the house, and... he hung out while I did 
				homework, and... it felt good, okay?  To have him there. 

						SHERIFF (softly)  
				I get that.

						STILES (embarrassed)  
				Jesus.

						SHERIFF
				You were lonely.

						STILES
				Yeah, okay, maybe I was.  But that wasn’t why —  I mean, I didn’t expect him 
				to say that.  The — love stuff.  

						SHERIFF
				And he still didn’t try anything inappropriate, even after he told you that, how 				
				he felt?

						STILES
				No.  No, he just — he waited.  And he helped me, and he kept being — 
				everything.  (pause)  He’s been amazing, dad.

						SHERIFF
				Amazing, huh?

						STILES
				(moaning) God.

						SHERIFF
				Okay.  So it’s been a while, I’m assuming — and I’m not going to make you 
				calculate the date he moved in, although you’d want to do that if you’d been 
				talking to Deputy Williams instead of me.  And he did — something, to get 
				Mrs. Garvin to confess, which I am not going to ask about.

						STILES
				But she did, right?  She confessed?

						SHERIFF
				Yeah.  I think I can take the case from here.  Which is to say, you’re done, and 
				stop helping.  

						STILES
				You’re welcome.

						SHERIFF
				Yeah, well… thank you.  

						STILES
				(pause, and softer)  You’re welcome. 

STILES pushes out his chair and stands. (chair moves back, clothes rustle)

						SHERIFF
				Did I say we were done here?

						STILES
				I — oh.  I just thought… 

STILES sits down again and clears his throat.chair moves forward)

				Am I grounded until the end of the year?

						SHERIFF
				I want to hear what happened after Derek persuaded Mrs. Garvin.  And no, 
				don’t tell me details.  Just tell me what happened with the two of you.  

						STILES
				Well, Derek was… done.  The case, it was over, and he didn’t have any reason 
				to stick around. 

						SHERIFF
				He gave you a reason before.

						STILES
				Yeah, but I still didn’t believe him.  That he felt that way.  I mean… I didn’t 
				think I should.  Scott still didn’t trust him.  (muttering)  Obviously. 

						SHERIFF
				Don’t judge Scott too harshly.  He’s a good friend.  He was just looking out for 
				you.  

						STILES
				Yeah, I know.  

						SHERIFF
				People who care about you, we do that.  

						STILES
				You and Scott.

						SHERIFF
				And Derek, apparently?  What made you start trusting him?

						STILES
				I don’t know.  Everything, I guess.  Everything he’d done, and said, over these 
				weeks.  It was like he was giving me time to see the person he really was 
				inside, under the — the slimy.  

						SHERIFF
				So he wasn’t so slimy anymore.

						STILES
				No.  He wasn’t.  

						SHERIFF
				And that’s when the kissing happened.  

						STILES
				Yeah.  (Beat.)  The first time.

						SHERIFF (amused) 
				Oh, that wasn’t the first time, huh?

						STILES
				Dad, you said you didn’t want details.  

						SHERIFF
				I think maybe you need to reconsider how good you are at fact-finding.

						STILES
				I — what do you mean?

						SHERIFF
				How about you ask me some questions now?  

						STILES (uneasily)  
				Dad, what are you doing?

						SHERIFF
				Go ahead.  Why don’t you ask me about the first time Derek and I talked on 
				the phone?  Because it seems like you think it was yesterday.

				                STILES (in a small voice)
				It wasn’t yesterday?

						SHERIFF
				You’re asking me?

						STILES
				Dad, when did you first call Derek?

						SHERIFF
				Wrong question.  It’s not when I called him.  It’s when we first talked on the 
				phone.

						STILES
				But he didn’t — 

						SHERIFF
				He called me three weeks ago.

						STILES
				(pause) But that’s before —

						SHERIFF
				Uh-huh.  Now you should ask me what we discussed.  If you want to know the 
				facts.
				
						STILES
				Do I want to know?

						SHERIFF
				Yeah.  You do.

						STILES
				What did you and Derek… discuss?  On the phone?

						SHERIFF
				He informed me as to his intentions regarding my son, and he asked for… 
				permission to court you.

						STILES (whispering)
				Get.  Out.

						SHERIFF
				I’ll speed things up by letting you know we talked three times before I said 
				yes.  He’s a lot more tenacious than he is convincing.  

						STILES
				(pause) So you knew about the case all along?

						SHERIFF
				No, he didn’t tell me about that part.  And I think I might revoke some of his 
				privileges, now that you guys are actually doing things. And you can’t tell me 
				you’re not, because I also have powers of observation, and it was pretty clear 
				when I walked in that the two of you were doing things.

						STILES
				But —

						SHERIFF
				When I realized I had to go to Stockton, I asked Derek to keep an eye on the 
				house.  He asked me, in return, if he could stay at the house, under the 
				stipulation that nothing would happen while I was gone.

						STILES (weakly)
				But — 

						SHERIFF
				And it sounds like he kept his agreement.  (The SHERIFF touches STILES’ 
				hand.)  I’d say that’s pretty conclusive evidence pointing toward how he feels 				
				about you, even if it’s not a fact.

			                        STILES (collecting himself)
				Okay.  Okay, I’m — yeah.  He is.  I mean, it is.  

						SHERIFF
				Because nothing happened until I was back in town.  Right?  Until you started 
				the kissing.

						STILES
				Uh… 

						SHERIFF
				Stiles.  Would you breathe?

						STILES (breathing)
				Yeah.  Can you just — I’m not grounded?

						SHERIFF
				Oh, yeah, you’re grounded.  Just because your boyfriend told me what was 
				going on doesn’t mean you’re out of hot water, mister.  

						STILES
				Now you’re just doing that for fun.  

						SHERIFF
				Maybe.  

						STILES
				You have a pretty convincing angry face, you know that?

						SHERIFF
				Years sitting at this desk, talking to hardened criminals.  

						STILES (in disbelief)
				My boyfriend?

						SHERIFF
				Whatever, I don’t know what words kids use now.  

						STILES
				No, just… I guess I have one of those now.

						SHERIFF
				I think you do.  And Stiles?

						STILES (warily)
				What?

						SHERIFF (smiling)
				He’s a prince.

FADE OUT on STILES, blushing. (Whimper by Stiles and his head hitting the table)