Chasing The Sun Vol II: Citizen Soldier

Chapter 9: Whispers in the Day

 Stiles blinked awake to see Marie hovering above him, looking all sorts of uncomfortable.

"Phone call for you, sir", she whispered handing him a cordless phone.

Shaking his head he climbed over Jackson, flailed wildly, so as to not crash into the bedside drawer. Marie smiled softly, but caught his arm, offering much needed balance.

'Thank You', he mouthed relieved.

Marie nodded and handed him a throw blanket, pointing at a shivering Jackson, she smiled softly.

Stiles nodded, having left the bed, Derek had grabbed his blanket and wrapped it around him. Both wolves were shuffling closer for warmth, unconsciously burrowing into each other.

Deftly tucking Jackson into bed, and pulling on, Derek's sweater given his, held hostage between both wolves, they tiptoed out of the room.

As they reached the staircase Marie spoke up, "I'm to understand your cellphone is not working. The Sheriff is on call for you", she handed him the phone, smiled again and the whisked away.

Stiles frowned but put the phone to his ear, "Hello?" he answered.

'Hey kiddo', his dad answered cheerfully.

"Hey dad", he yawned and ambled to the kitchen, thankfully empty.

'How'd you sleep?'

"Surprisingly great!! Didn't wake up once during the night. Fell asleep at 2 am...all the way to 11am", he stretched unconsciously smiling, when he inhaled Derek's scent.

Sour Apples, Coffee, and a warm Spicy scent.

'Nine hours straight! Impressive kiddo', his dad cheered.

Stiles grinned, "Yup", he popped the 'p', he located the Cocoa-pops, and poured a hefty sum into a porcelain bowl.

'So, what's on the iternary today?' his dad asked sipping something.

Pouring fresh cold milk into the bowl, Stiles nodded, "The food will be completely prepared at around 5pm. Desserts and all. Because of the seven extra guests, Derek stated he'd taken care of the seating arrangement. Have no idea what he meant-", he spooned up a bite and chewed slowly, swallowed then continued, "-the idea to setup the table, will be around six. And we'll expecting everyone at eight on the dot. Since its hosted at the house, its going to be a formal affair. The girls insisted for an excuse to wear something glamorous", he muttered not particularly aware of the conversation.

'Basically Lydia told Jackson she's wearing a pretty number, and wanted the boys to clean up nice?' John read between the lines.

"I wisely choose not to argue with her demands, dad", he cheekily replied.

'Wise indeed. So a tie?' he asked.

Stiles could practically see the cringe.

"Right. No... Just wear a clean crisp shirt. The blue one-" he choked, "-mom bought for you. I know it still fits you", he whispered, "And a pair of Jeans", he finished quickly.

His dad's voice seemed heavy as he thanked Stiles, 'See you at five-thirty kiddo', he whispered.

They both quickly hung up. Stiles would send a mass text just in case Lydia's words, didn't get through particularly thick skulls.

Quickly finishing breakfast, he rinsed and washed the dishes and jogged back to the room, they were sharing.

Tiptoeing inside, he grabbed his stuff.

After he retrieved his laptop, cellphone, bag of clothes and left the room, he went in search of one of the help.

Spotting Marie dusting a bookcase precariously balanced on a footstool. She's five feet two at the most, wearing black ballet flats, dressed in a simple periwinkle blue dress, and a black apron around her waist.