(Blue Moon 💙🐺) Teen wolf x Twilight

Chapter Two: 💙

"That's a weird smell for this kitchen," Charlie said as a greeting. He was in his Sheriff's uniform minus his jacket and hat.

Stiles raised an eyebrow. "Pancakes?"

"Unburned pancakes," Charlie corrected before sitting down. "You didn't have to, but I can't lie and say I'm not grateful."

Stiles sat down across from Charlie and shrugged. "It's the least I can do. You're letting me stay here. I'm gonna pull my weight, promise."

"I know, Stiles. But no pressure. I want you to feel comfortable here. Wish your dad would have stayed longer."

"Me too, but not to sound like an old western... this place ain't big enough for two sheriffs."

Charlie chuckled. "Plus, all sorts of hell happen when we're gone too long. Swear to god it's all boring paperwork until you take the weekend off."

Stiles smiled at Charlie before they dug in. He had some trouble sleeping. It was much the same as before, but also because it was a new place. His dad had warned Charlie about his night terrors, and even though Charlie promised to be there for him, Stiles still felt embarrassed. He preferred to stay up than risk having one. He was grateful Charlie was easygoing and like his dad in many ways. He didn't have to act too differently—just being a guest in someone he didn't know all that well.

"So... how do I go about enrolling and stuff?" Stiles asked.

"I talked with your dad for a bit. He wants you to settle in first. Says there were some... drastic encounters with some murderers you dealt with?"

Monsters. Werewolves. Hunters. Demons. Himself.

"Y-yeah..." Stiles took a deep breath and retold the story his dad and he had come up with. "It started with a Montague and Capulet sort of feud that just kept escalating until... it got really out of hand."

Stiles could see it in Charlie's eyes that he wanted to ask more but didn't. Maybe it was because of the haunted, tired look in his own eyes. So, Charlie cleared his throat and said, "You're gonna take the week to relax and get to know the town a bit. Know where all the shops are, the movie theater, the station. Things like that. Then we'll get to the high school and sign you up. I was actually thinking of bringing you fishing... if you're into it."

"Fishing?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah, me and my best friend Billy like to go from time to time. It's very zen... when we're not competing for who can catch the biggest fish."

"I've never tried. Dad and I would go camping, and I learned the basics of it, but we never got to the hunting and fishing part. I personally preferred fish sticks and ketchup to freshly caught fish. Back then, it was kinda gross, you know?"

"But not now?" Charlie asked with a smirk.

"I've watched quite a bit of Food Network since then, so I think I can appreciate it a bit more... you don't mind me tagging along?"

"Ya kidding? You're welcome to come. I've always wanted the father/son fishing thing. My own daughter Bella never really cared for the outdoors stuff."

"Right. I think I saw a picture of her in the hall," Stiles commented.

"Yeah... we uh..." Charlie scraped some pieces of drowned pancakes into his fork. "Her mother and I split up. She moved, and Bella went to live with her. She comes around from time to time... she'll be here over break. Maybe you'll meet her. But anyway... I should get to work. Breakfast was delicious, Stiles. You don't have to cook lunch. I'll swing by and take you to one of the local joints, okay?"

"You sure?" Stiles asked, then added, "I don't mind taking on the cooking duties."

"I'm sure. Trust me, once people start noticing you... you'll be the talk of the town. Best to go out in public and give them the answers we want before the rumor mills start going wild. One of the many curses of living in a small town."