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

A Boy With a Story

[Present]

Parrish heard a tap on the door and stood up to answer. Stiles looked up from the table and at the door. Parrish looked back at Stiles from the open door and nodded. 

“I’ll be back.” Parrish offered a sad smile and closed the door behind him. Stiles was alone. Deucalion adjusted the waistband of his pants and ran his fingers through his unwashed hair. “What is it Deucalion?” 

“You’re going to sit in there and listen to this kid. We all know where this is leading.”

“We do?”

“He killed the kid, end of story. What do jealous best friends and girlfriends have to do with anything?” Deucalion offered seeming rather irritated.

“You know what? You lost it.”

“What?” Parrish shook his head and sighed.

“What happened to you? Your faith? Compassion? You lost that human part of you. He’s a scared kid, he needs some support. So what happened to you?” Deucalion stepped closer to the young officer.

“I grew up. The world is full of nasty things and regardless of the situation I have grieving parents looking for justice.” Parrish didn’t back down, he only moved closer making sure their eyes met.

“I have a boy in there with a story. I’m not going anywhere until I know everything. I know this kid didn’t wake up one morning and just decide to kill someone. Not someone he loved.”

“He loved him? Well fuck me. What a love story.” it was easy to see that there was no changing the view of Deucalion.

“I’m not getting into it with you. I have a kid in there that needs me.”

“Wait! Before you go back in there Stilinski wants to talk to you.”

-

Stiles laid his head back onto the steel table of the interrogation room resting his face against the cool surface. He needed to close his eyes, just for a few minutes. Slowly his eyes closed and exhaustion took over.

-

Sheriff Stilinski was on the brink of breaking. He had been waiting to find his son and even though now that Stiles was safe he still longed to see him. He was on his third cup of crappy cofee when Parrish approached him.

“Hey sheriff.” he offered a sympathetic smile.

“Jordan.” the sheriff offered his hand and they both quickly accepted the gesture. Stilinski looked almost as tired as his son. “What’s happening!? Why isn’t he talking to me?” Parrish wish he had better answers but he could only tell him what he knew.

“I wish I knew. He’s had a rough few days, and from the way he’s talking maybe even a tough few weeks. The sheriff sat down resting his elbows on his knees before sighing and looking back up at his deputy. 

“Is he okay? Is he hurt?”

“I’m not going to lie to you. He has some bruising and…”

“I let him down. I was suppose to protect him and I didn’t.” Stilinski stood up again kicking the chair he was seated in. A few of the officers still on duty turned to look but quickly busied themselves seeing who had caused the commotion.

“So just the bruises? That’s all?” the cop side was now taking over for a moment. He needed to think logically before he let emotions take over and the only way he knew how to do that was by being a cop.

“That’s all I know. I could take you to see him real quick if you would like?”

“I don’t want to make it harder on him, he’ll see me when he’s ready.” The sheriff hated saying that but he knew it was true. He and Stiles were good at compartmentalizing things until they needed drawn out and sometimes he hated that about himself. He hated that about his son. There were times when Stiles should have broken but he always held it together; but everyone breaks at some point.

“I can show you him without him knowing. Follow me.”

Parrish, Stilinski and another officer all stood in a small room looking through the two way mirror next to the interrogation room Stiles now slept in. Stilinski laid his hand on the glass and watched his son sleep. Parrish quietly left the room as the sheriff watched his son just out of his reach.

He walked back into the room joining Stiles. He looked at the exhausted child sleeping soundly at the large table. He sat down and waited. He had time, Stiles needed rest.

It was a restless sleep. Stiles was sleeping but it was far from a deep sleep. He opened his eyes and looked up seeing the deputy reclined in a chair asleep. He sat up feeling stiff from the position he slept in. He felt a heavy jacket slip from his back as he stretched, it was Jordan’s. Stiles would have smiled; he couldn’t believe that the newest deputy on the police force was doing so much for him. Then Stiles questions the good deeds. Did he want something?