Bed Of Ashes A Teen Wolf AU (Sterek/Sciles/Stisaac)(boyxboy)

Do You Believe In Fairy Tales?

Stiles head shot up and he drew in a deep breath. Another dream. He rubbed his forehead and placed his elbows on the steel table resting his head in his palms. The room was quiet, so quiet he could hear the second hand of the clock ticking and the humming of the large overhead lights. He was nervous, he had never been in the station as a suspect and he had never killed anyone either, until that night. 

Deputy Jordan Parrish opened the door letting noise from the outside world travel in, but only for a moment. He closed the door and sat down at the long table placing his coffee and a folder on the table. Stiles brown eyes darted from the brown folder and then to deputy Parrish. He had never met this man before and there was a reason for that. Stiles chewed on his fingernails, a nervous habit he picked up a couple years ago. “Hi Stiles. I'm deputy Parrish, but you can call me Jordan if that makes you more comfortable. Okay?”

“Where’s my dad?” Stiles wanted to see him but another part of himself knew it would kill him to see the look in his fathers eyes when he knew the truth.

“You know that he can’t be apart of this investigation.” Parrish took a drink of his coffee and opened the folder. Every few moments he would look up from what he was reading and steal glances. Stiles didn’t like the way Parrish looked at him, he didn't like that he was trapped. On his left there was a two way mirror and he couldn’t help but feel like he was on display for the world to come and see. Maybe they were selling tickets at the door. He could see it now, come see the Stilinski kid totally lose his fucking mind!

Deputy Parrish observed. He watched how Stiles eyes darted back and forth scanning the room. After reading the file he knew that Stiles was 15, He attended Beacon Hills High school and was on the honor roll. He also knew that he played Lacrosse and lived with his father on 423 westend drive. The most important information that Parrish got from the case file was that Stiles had been reported kidnapped for ransom three days ago and most recently was being charged in the murder of Derek Hale.

Stiles Stilinski didn't look like a killer. He looked like a scared kid. His sleeves were pulled tightly over his wrists and his purple jacket was fully zipped. He looked exhausted and fresh bruises were just taking life on his left cheekbone and his right eye. Parrish looked into Stiles eyes seeing the dark circles and the sadness they held. Parrish had seen so many criminals in his few years on the force and it was hard to believe the boy sitting in front of him was a cold blooded murder. “We can talk about it.”

Stiles knew he needed a lawyer, he knew he had rights. That didn't matter to him though, he knew he was guilty. A lawyer couldn't bring Derek back, nothing could. The only thing that could do that would be time. The funny thing about time is, it doesn't stop, and it never plays in reverse. Stiles leaned in.

“Do you believe in fairy tales?”

~ 3 months earlier ~

Stiles didn't believe in fairytales. If you had ever read a fairy tale then you would know that they’re twisted and distorted. Cannibalism, murder, children being carried away in the night. Maybe Stiles did believe in fairy tales once... the day he met Derek. That was a fairytale.

Stiles shoved his head phones in his ears and turned up the volume as loud as it would go. The music pounded against his ear drums drowning out the world around him. He never liked going to the mall and the only reason he was there was because his dad had tricked him into going. Stiles drummed his fingers on the bench avoiding eye contact with any human life but still watched as they all walked around him.

Derek noticed Stiles first. He liked the way Stiles didn't pay attention to the people around him. It also helped that he was cute. His hair sticking out from the hood of his jacket he had pulled over his head and his thick eyelashes really complimented his beautiful brown eyes.

Derek had been at the mall all morning tailing Lydia in and out of stores all day. He was bored and decided to sit outside of RUE 21, while Lydia and her friends did more shopping. Derek didn't know what had come over him, but when he wanted something, he would get it, and what he wanted was Stiles. Derek looked in the fountain at his reflection one last time then walked in the direction of Stiles.

Stiles looked up from the stain on the tile he had been investigating when he felt someone watching him. Derek smiled showing his teeth. Stiles was confused and scrunched up his face to make sure Derek knew about how confused he was by the company. Derek thought the face Stiles was making was adorable.

“I'm Derek” he reached his hand out and Stiles just looked at it. Derek waited with his hand extended. Stiles decided to pull the headphones out of his ears.

“Hu?”

“I'm Derek.”

“Stiles” he still didn't accept Derek’s hand so he pulled away and sat down on the bench next to Stiles.

“What you listening too?”

“Former Vandal” Derek grinned. He already liked this boys taste in music. Derek decided to keep the conversation going. Stiles just wanted his dad to hurry up on his quest for new khakis so he could leave.

“So, where do you go to school?” Derek had managed to inch closer and Stiles had finally started to pay attention to the face of this suspiciously cute and mysterious teenager.

“um, Beacon Hills." 

“Me too! How come I haven't seen you around?” Stiles shrugged. How was he suppose to know? He liked to make it a habit of only taking interest in his friends and no one else. “What grade are you in?”

“I'm a sophomore.”

“That explains it! I'm a senior.” Derek leaned back on the bench taking pride in his senior status. Pride turned into embarrassment though when Derek leaned back to far and fell on the floor. Stiles couldn't help but laugh.

“Smooth move.” Derek quickly got on his feet and brushed it off. He didn't pay attention to the people who stared at him after his fall but focused on Stiles laugh and smile.

“Wow. You have a beautiful smile.” Stiles stopped laughing and covered his mouth. No one had ever told him that before. Derek grabbed Stiles hand and pulled it away from his face. Stiles liked the feel of Derek's hand on his. It was almost electrifying and warm.

“Derek!” Derek let go of Stiles hand and turned to see Lydia standing across the hall outside of RUE 21. She had at least three bags in her hands and looked very impatient. “Let's go.” Derek turned back to look at Stiles, he really didn’t want to leave.

“I guess I'll see you at school?” Derek smiled and then leaned closer to Stiles until his lips were almost touching Stiles ear. “I may be leaving with her but I'm going to be thinking about you.”

“Well when you want to get serious you know where to find me.” After that Derek turned and caught back up with Lydia and her friends. He was pleased with the way things had went and Stiles final words kept playing over in his head. Stiles shoved his headphones back in his ears. He couldn't help but smile and he even blushed. He couldn't believe what just happened, and what he just said. There was something about Derek, he wasn't sure what it was, but he wanted to know more.