Agent Derek Hale thinks that working for the White House is going to be an easy task but when terriorists attack and Derek gets saddled with the presidents reckless teenage son Stiles, who has a knack for getting into trouble and no regard for his o...
Stiles and I got invited to go downstairs for dinner with the President. Stiles had taken one of the suits out of the supply closet they had and had given it to me. Stiles was dressed nicely in a suit. I made sure to have a couple of guns and weapons tucked into my suit, just in case something happened.
We walked downstairs and stopped outside of a room guarded by soldiers. I followed Stiles into the room and watched as Stiles sat down beside the President. The President looked up at me and gestured for me to sit across from Stiles. I walked over and sat down, just as the kitchen doors opened and people starting pouring in. First, each of the waiters placed a bowl with soup in it in front of us. Stiles shot me a look that said, start eating. I looked at the spoons off to my left. There was three there and I didn't have the slightest idea on which one to use. I noticed Stiles and Mr. Stilinski using the round one so I picked up that one and began eating the soup. It was really good, actually, despite it's light color.
"So, Derek, you've obviously met my son, Stiles," Mr. Stilinski said and I looked up from my soup. I avoided looking at Stiles, whoes mouth was wide open. I had forgotten that I hadn't mentioned my name.
"Yes I have sir," I said, bowing my head respectivly.
"Are you thinking about keeping the position?" He asked. I looked over at Stiles, who had a hopeful look on his face. Then, I looked over at Mr. Stilinski, who was watching his son.
"Yes, sir, I would like to have the job." Mr. Stilinski nodded and clapped his hands twice. The kitchen doors opened again and waiters came out, this time bringing the main course of turkey, potatoes, and all other sorts of delights. We all dug in and conversation ceased. Once everyone had finished, Mr. Stilinski stood up and left the table without so much as an excuse me. I looked across the table over at Stiles as all of the men filled out behind the President.
"Well, that's nice to know," Stiles hissed from across the table.
"I didn't think that it was important," I whispered back.
"It's important to me. You know my name, don't you?"
"Yeah, but no one calls me by it so why does it matter?" Stiles stood up at this moment and walked away. I stood up and followed him, knowing that this was part of my job. We were just walking past a large glass window when Stiles froze, staring out the window.
"What's that?" He asked and I looked out to see huge fighter planes going through the sky. They began shooting and I jumped on Stiles as the bullets broke the glass.
"Come on!" I said, helping Stiles to his feet and dragging him down the hall. "We've got to get you out of here." Making sure to keep a hand on Stiles' shoulder, we ran down the hall and around the corner.
"Derek, look out!" Stiles yelled as soldiers crashed threw the window ahead and started shooting at us. I grabbed out my gun and started shooting rapidly back.
"Derek!" I turned to see two men holding Stiles by his arms. I raised my gun but didn't shoot, too worried that I would miss and hit Stiles.
"If you so much as move, I'll kill him," one of the men said as he put a gun against Stiles' head. I dropped my gun on the ground and another one of the men came over and pulled my hands behind me. I kept my eye on Stiles as they forced him to the ground beside me.
"What are we going to do?" Stiles whispered as they tied our hands behind us.
"Do as they say until we can find a way out." Stiles nodded but I noticed that he moved a little closer to me.
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"This is just fabulous," I groaned as I tried to shift in the chair.
"Pervert!" Stiles said as I tried to move around.
"Say that to someone who's sitting on my cro-."
"Whoa! No need to remind me where my ass is located, thank you," Stiles said, blushing deeply. The terrorists who had attacked the White House and had kidnapped us had decided that it would be funny to tie us up together with me sitting in the chair and Stiles sitting on my lap, facing me. I was trying my hardest not to focus on that and focus more on finding a way out but I couldn't go anywhere and I was stuck in this position.
"I'm scared." I looked back at Stiles, who looked pale. I didn't know what to do to console the boy.
"Did you know, that the town I used to live in, Beacon Hill, was best known for it's supernatural?" I asked.
"Really?" Stiles asked.
"Yeah," I said. "One time, I was walking around in the woods by my house when I saw something go running past me, almost too fast to see. What I did see of it was fangs and red eyes."
"That's amazing!" Stiles said, leaning towards me.
"It was pretty scary at the time. So scary that I ran back to my house, crying." Stiles laughed out loud.
"They're probably going to think that they have the wrong prisoners," Stiles said. "My dad's all big and serious and scary and we're just down here, laughing ourselves to death."
"Well, they haven't been down here since they tied us up so maybe they got tired of us."
"Or maybe," a voice said as it came down the stairs. "They were busy making a deal with the United States to give us over territory."
"My dad will never give in to you," Stiles spit at the guy, who was tapping his foot.
"Really? Well, what if we did something to push him over the edge?" The man took a couple of steps towards us. "You know, you two make a really good couple."
"Oh, we're not," I said. The man rolled his eyes as he made his way over to us.
"If I was to, perse, jab this into your side like so." The man zapped Stiles in the side with a taser like thing. Stiles groaned and I struggled to get free.
"Get away from him," I said, baring my teeth. The man stopped and stepped back.
"I'll be back later." Once he had walked back upstairs, I immediately looked at Stiles, who was breathing hard.
"Are you ok?" I asked. Stiles took a couple of deep breathes.
"Yeah, I'm alright. Just, sore." I looked down at our chests that, because of the ropes, were pressed right us against each other.
"You can lean down," I offered. "I'll keep watch."
"That's ok," Stiles yawned. "I can take care of myself." No sooner had he said that, he was leaning forward so that his head was on my shoulder and he was snoring softly. I smiled as he nuzzled himself closer to me.
"It's alright Stiles. I'm here."
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A/N
Hi everyone! So, I have been getting votes and comments, which means a lot to me! Thank you so much to all of you who did that! So, putting pictures on the top of the chapter had been giving me a lot of trouble so I just put it underneath the text. I hope that this didn't cause any inconvience to anyone! Let me know what you think of this book and how it is going! Thank you for voting and commenting.
