Stydia One Shots

The Hale Expiriments ( part one )

Being a firefighter sounded glorious to a seven year old Stiles.

He spent every Halloween dressed in a bright red and yellow coat with matching hat, toured the fire station for every birthday, even lit his backyard grass on fire just so that he could extinguish it. That didn't go over well with his old man.

As soon as he threw his cap into the air and walked out his high school doors one last time, he achieved his childhood dream and got the proper training to become a firefighter.

It's been four years since Stiles got his 'dream job', but not once has he had to tackle and actual fire. His eight year old self forgot to factor in the fact that he was stuck in a very small town, and absolutely nothing happens to disturb the ever-pleasant peace of Beacon Hills.

Stiles looked back on the day that his best friend, Scott, left for UC Davis and wished that he would've just jumped right in the car with him. Now, he was stuck in his little town, saving cats from trees and helping old ladies cross the street. 

"Get off me sonny, I can walk just fine." The elderly woman, Mrs. Burkes, yelled. Stiles stumbled back a few feet as she shooed him off with her purse. He grunted, dusting off his uniform a bit and pursuing his duties.

"M'am, I know you just got knee surgery, so please just let me help you to your home." He pried, placing a hand on the woman's arm and guiding her back from the open road to the cross walk. She groaned, moving surprisingly swiftly in her old age and bringing a small handbag over Stiles' head, hitting it with a thump.

He hissed, ignoring the snickers of his colleagues behind him, and retreated from the cross walk to where the other firefighters waited on the sidewalk.

"Nice goin' Stiles," Liam Dunbar, the newest recruit, scoffed, followed by a curt 'shut up,' from Stiles.

And that is how his day went. Taking turns with the other firemen and women, assisting locals, doing anything and everything he can at the station to entertain himself.

"Damn it," Isaac cursed, swooping down to grab the ping pong ball that had hit the floor. Stiles cheered with a goofy smile, waving the ping pong paddle in the air. Malia laughed from where she was situated on the couch, drawing Danny's attention from where it was focused on the centuries old game boy. That baby was found in one of the old storage boxes on the 3rd floor.

"Isaac, every time we play, you seem to get worse and worse." Danny laughed, causing a dark look from Isaac's direction.

"Yeah, and I just keep getting better and better!" Stiles yelled, and Isaac threw a ping pong ball that pinged of his forehead, bringing the bragging to an abrupt stop. "Awe, is someone mad that they suck at ping pong?"

"Can it, Stilinski. At least I can help a poor old lady cross the street without getting beat up." Isaac fired, followed by Liam yelling 'BURN!' from the vending machine room.

"Alright ladies," Malia interrupted, "We're all pretty, so shut up and give me a shot at beating the undefeated ping pong champ." She stood, swiping the paddle from Isaac's hands and cracking her knuckles. Stiles laughed cockily, preparing the paddle of his own to serve the ball.

This is how the fire-fighters' days went. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing exciting, and most of all- nothing on fire.

That is, until the alarm bell went off.

It's deafening rings flew through the room, causing the group to jolt. Stiles drop his paddle to the ground, the prized game boy was rattled out of Danny's hands. Every one stood, yelling in confusion over the ringing.