Sterek // One-Shots

a crooked start

Author:          jessa_anna
                              Ao3

Additional Tags:Pre-Derek Hale/Stiles StilinskiDemon SummoningPolice Officer Stiles StilinskiKinda but not really

Words: 2940
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Summary;

Everything began on a normal, if a little slow, Tuesday. Stiles had spent his morning volunteering at Deaton and Scott’s vet practice, petting kittens and puppies. Frankly, it was the best part of his week. When he came into work, he was immediately put on dispatch. As the Beacon County’s SLO officer, he had to be available for all supernatural related emergencies, which meant that he ran the dispatch or the front desk most of the time. This resulted in Stiles being even more jumpy and jittery than normal, since he had no way to dispel his energy.

“I think my cat is trying to summon a demon.” The voice coming from the phone was soft and grumpy sounding, but there was a hint of fear there that Stiles recognized. Scott’s voice had held that edge for months after he was bitten.

Stiles immediately sat up in chair. “Excuse me, sir?” he asked.
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Stiles never, ever thought that he would call his job boring. In high school, Beacon Hills was insane, with rogue alphas running around biting people all willy-nilly, kanimas murdering people until they resolved their past issues, darachs, alpha packs, and even the discovery of a nemeton, which everyone was sure had been stopped when they cut down the damn tree. Surprise, surprise, it only took a small sacrifice of Stiles, his best friend Scott, and Scott’s girlfriend Allison to open it back up. Stiles himself had been possessed by a nogitsune. It was pretty much a shit show of supernatural proportions.

Perhaps naively, he had thought that his experiences would give him an edge as a Supernatural Liaison Officer. For the first few months he worked in San Francisco, it had. There had been a rare kanima running around, and since Stiles had experienced dealing with one before, he had taken point, and in a surprisingly quick amount of time (for dealing with the supernatural), he had gotten the kanima into counseling and fully evolved into a werewolf.

Then he had been in for the real work of the San Francisco branch of the Supernatural Law Enforcement Agency: dealing with selkies, kelpies, sirens, mermaids, and every other kind of water-based supernatural you could think of. For a while, Stiles had a blast. He loved learning about their homes, habits, and whatnot. He loved using that knowledge to make sure they didn’t hurt too many nonsupernaturals or each other. And then, he made the mistake of forgetting to put in his wax earplugs before attempting to arrest a siren, and he nearly drowned. Stiles still remember what it felt like, the music haunting him, filling him, until it seemed like the only thing he wanted to do, needed to do, was to become one with it. He remembered feeling the water touch his legs and not caring; even as it was cresting over the top of his head, he ignored it. All that matter was the music. Then the music stopped and his partner pulled him out of the water with barely any time to spare. It took two months for all the venom from the music to leave his system. While on leave, Stiles decided that it was time he went home and took over the SLO position that had never really been filled in Beacon County.

He was starting to think that SLO might be a little too on the nose when it came to this job. Nothing ever seemed to happen. Of course, that was before the phone call.

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Derek hadn’t expected to be away from Beacon Hills as long as he had. At first, it had been a knee-jerk reaction to the fire, the desire to leave overtaking the desire to stay on his family’s home territory, land that they had held for hundreds of years. Then it had been because Derek, to both his and Laura’s surprise, managed to get into Harvard with a full ride. He had applied to colleges on the west coast too, but who can say no to Harvard? Only crazy people, that’s who. Then he realized that he needed to attend grad school to get anywhere with his major, and somehow that spiraled into attending Yale, which then spiraled into taking an internship and then a job with an very important architectural firm in New York.