Can't-Sink-This-Ship's One Shots

The Doctor and The Author

This is devoted to, and starring a fanfic-version of, my bae Kelsey!
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Her one shots are what keep me from doing something completely crazy like punch my mother in the face!
Okay, I'll shut up now. But seriously, enjoy.
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"You have a new patient. Name's Kelsey. She's a ward of the state." Stiles' secretary, Lydia Martin, startled him, and handed him a file. Absentmindedly, he rifled through the papers, and asked, "How old is she?"
"She's six. She has a younger brother named Patrick, who is four."
Stiles looked at the picture of the two siblings.
"Is he coming here too?" Stiles asked.
"Yes, but you can give him to Allison if you want. I think you should. You're already pretty booked, and then you and Allison can compare notes." Lydia replied. Stiles nodded his assent, and she handed him a slip of paper.
"Sign it, and you've got a scheduled meeting with her on Tuesday." Lydia said. Stiles gave her an appreciative look.
"What would I do without you?" Lydia smirked at him before responding.
"Suffer an empty, unambitious little life."
~
"Stiles," Lydia said, barging into his room. "Kelsey is in the waiting room with her brother and foster mom."
Stiles walked quickly down the hall. He had read through the file on her and her brother, and it was enough to draw a few tears- okay, more than a few- out of him.
The girl had unruly, curly brown hair covering her face, and her brother had a slightly darker shade of hair, almost raven, and it was cut severely short. They had matching, vibrant green/gold eyes.
"Hi, Kelsey!" Stiles smiled non-threateningly. "Why don't you come with me to my office so we can talk?"
She looked up at the woman- probably her foster mom- and stood when the woman nodded encouragingly.
Stiles offered his hand to her, and reluctantly, she took it. Then, he led her back to his office.
"Well, Kelsey, make yourself at home." Stiles motioned for her to sit. The couch dwarfed her, and Stiles smiled a little.
"My name is Stiles Stilinski, but you can call me Dr. Stiles or Dr. S. if you want." Stiles said.
Kelsey nodded, and said, "I like Dr. Stiles."
Her voice was soft and clear, and Stiles was struck with how pretty her voice would be. Having been in choir for much of middle and high school, he guessed she would have a very beautiful singing voice.
"Do you know why your foster mom brought you here?"
"She's not my mommy," Kelsey protested. "My mommy loved me. She's Fiona."
Stiles made a note to himself on his notepad, and met her eyes.
"Do you know why you're living with Fiona now?" Stiles asked. Kelsey nodded, and frowned.
"They- a big man in black- told me Mommy and Daddy went to Heaven." Stiles bit his lip. Kelsey's parents had been killed in a hit-and-run with a drunk driver. The driver was in prison now.
"That's right. And how do you feel about that?" Stiles asked. Kelsey sat on her hands.
"Sad. Now it's just me and Patrick." Kelsey sniffled.
"What about Fiona? Do you like her?" Stiles asked, while writing more notes. Kelsey huffed.
"You ask a lot of ka-wes-jins." She said carefully. Stiles smiled.
"How about this? Next week, when we meet again, you can ask me as many questions as you want." Kelsey nodded.
"Don't tell her, but I don't really like Fiona. She's always busy with one of the other kids. Not like Mommy." Stiles pursed his lips.
"How many kids are in that house?" She counted on her little fingers.
"Five others. And me and Patrick." Stiles nodded.
"So what do you like to do, Kelsey?" Stiles asked. Kelsey smiled for the first time in front of him, and he fought the urge to coo.
"Fiona drops us off at the rec- the rec-" She stopped, huffing with frustration.
"The recreation center?" Stiles suggested gently, and she nodded.
"I like to play the piano there. I want to learn how, but Fiona says she won't pay for lessons." Kelsey said sadly, and Stiles couldn't believe what he was about to say. But she was adorable, and he had trouble saying no to such a face.
"I play the piano. Would you want me to teach you?" Her face lit up.
"You would do that?" Stiles smiled in affirmation, and she nodded eagerly.
"May I ask you another question, Kelsey?" She motioned for him to go on.
"How do you get along with Patrick?" Kelsey smiled.
"We play dinosaurs together. He gets the green one, and I get the red one." Kelsey wriggled her fingers as if imagining it.
"Do you ever fight?" Kelsey shook her head, and studied her fingernails.
"Mommy and Daddy didn't like it when we fought. I don't want them to be sad in Heaven."
Stiles wrote a few more notes, and then glanced at the clock. The session was over.
"Okay, Kelsey. That's all for today. I'll talk to Fiona about piano lessons, okay?" Stiles rose, and followed her to the door. Kelsey hugged his waist, and then walked down the hall. Stiles smiled after her, and then went back to his office to put away her file. He'd call the next day to hopefully schedule something with Fiona.
He smiled to himself, and then pulled out the next client's file.
~
Stiles greeted Kelsey as she entered his office the next week.
"Did you ask Fiona about piano lessons?" She asked immediately. Stiles smiled at her eagerness.
"Yes. I'll see you tomorrow at the recreation center." Kelsey smiled.
"I'm going to ask you questions this time. You promised." She stated, and Stiles nodded, smiling.
"How old are you?"
"Thirty-one." Stiles answered without having to think about it.
"What are your Mommy and Daddy like?"
"My Mommy went to Heaven a long time ago. I was a little older than you are now. My Daddy used to be the sheriff of my hometown, but he retired." Stiles answered.
"Do you have any kids?" Stiles smiled, and picked up the framed picture of his eight-year-old son, Matthew.
"This is Matthew. He'll be nine next month." Kelsey smiled.
"Where's his Mommy?" Stiles swallowed.
"She, uh- she got sick. She died a few years ago." Stiles thought of his childhood friend, who became his teenage love, who then became just another beloved woman in his life, lost to cancer.
He could really sympathize with his father now.
"Is there anyone else you love?" Kelsey asked. Stiles thought about it, and shook his head.
"What do you like to do for fun?" Stiles smiled, thinking about his sordid life as a solitary widower. His main friends were his coworkers, Lydia, Danny, and Scott, and Scott's fiancée, Allison.
"I play the piano, I hang out with my friends, and I read." Kelsey hopped a little in her seat.
"What's your favorite color?" "Blue. Or orange."
"Favorite person in the world?" "You." Stiles shot back, without thinking. Then he shifted on his seat nervously. Kelsey smiled.
"You're my favorite person too." Stiles sighed in relief.
~
Stiles grinned at Kelsey as she ran up to him. He had spoken with the manager of the center, and rented the piano room for half an hour.
"Sit right here." He patted the piano bench, and she sat.
"Okay, see this note? That's Middle C. It looks like this on paper." Stiles pressed the key as he held up the chart he printed up earlier that day.
"The white keys are named after the alphabet, but only up to G, and then it repeats. A-B-C-D-E-F-G." Stiles pressed each key slowly. Kelsey nodded earnestly.
"What is this key, Kel?" Stiles hit a random white key. Kelsey silently counted the keys.
"It's a G!" She exclaimed, and Stiles smiled.
"Great job." He praised.
"But what are the black ones?" Kelsey asked, pressing an A#.
"These are named based on where they are in comparison to the white keys. That one you pressed is called A Sharp because it's directly to the right of A. It's also called B Flat because it's to the left of B." Stiles explained.
Kelsey looked at the sample tune on his print up, and slowly began to play it.
"Wow! That's great, Kel! Would you like me to print up more songs for you to learn when Fiona drops you off?" Stiles offered, and she nodded.
'She is so cute,' Stiles thought, 'This is not protocol for me to be her doctor when I'm so biased, but I can't help it.'
~
Stiles waited with apprehension for Kelsey to arrive. It had been several weeks of this pattern, and she had progressed quite quickly on the piano. However, the day before, he had gotten a phone call. It was a pretty big deal, and he was a little anxious to share it with her and gauge her reaction.
As she hopped to her seat on the couch, which still dwarfed her, despite the fact that she had grown and filled out a bit since the first meeting, Stiles glanced at her nervously.
"Dr. Stiles, what's wrong? You look scared." Kelsey asked. Stiles offered her a small smile.
"Not scared, Kel. Just excited. I got a call yesterday, and guess what? A nice man wants to take you away from Fiona, and you can live with him." Kelsey sat up ram-rod straight.
"What? Why?" She asked.
"He wants to adopt you. I guess he wanted a little girl to take care of." Stiles explained. Kelsey still looked confused.
"Fiona is your foster mom, which means she's not permanent. The kids she houses will all eventually leave. This man, his name is Derek Hale, wants to be your adopted daddy forever." Stiles said, and Kelsey frowned.
"A- a new daddy and mommy?" She asked, hesitant.
"He's not with a woman right now. The papers say he's single. But yes, he wants to be your daddy." Stiles replied. Kelsey looked scared.
"What about Frederick?" She asked.
"It's a package deal. He has to adopt both of you, together." Stiles said.
"When do I get to see him?" She asked. Stiles looked down at his notes, and added in a sentence before responding.
"Well, if you want, you can meet him next week at our meeting. You have to meet him pretty soon so they can verify that it'll be a good place for you, that you'll be happy, but if you want me to be there..." Stiles looked up, and Kelsey nodded once.
"Okay, Kel. I'll let him know. And here, some new songs I printed up. It looks like our time is up for today. I'll see you tomorrow." Kelsey hopped up and hugged him where he was sitting. Her hair smelled vaguely like strawberry.
"Bye, Dr. Stiles!" Kelsey waved to him, and then walked out the door.
~
Stiles heard a knock on the door.
"Come in!" He said calmly. The door opened, and a man walked in.
He was tall, with short, dark hair and light green eyes, and damn. He was hot.
Stiles tried to look objectively at the man, a Mr. Derek Hale, but he was still very much bisexual.
"You're Dr. Stilinski? I've already met with Dr. Argent-McCall about Frederick." Mr. Hale asked. Stiles smiled and nodded, before gesturing to the couch.
"Why don't you sit down?" Mr. Hale sat, and Stiles opened his notepad to a fresh page.
"How old are you, Mr. Hale?" Stiles began.
"Thirty-seven." He replied, although of course Stiles already knew that. He just had to verify.
"And why do you want to adopt Kelsey and her brother?"
"Because, though I am not seeing anyone, I have always wanted children."
"Why have you waited to adopt until now? You're thirty-seven. Most people adopt from the age of twenty-eight to thirty-five. (A/N don't quote me!) What caused you to wait?" Stiles inquired.
"I had a lot of trouble with my ex-girlfriend, and it's only now that she's in prison for twelve years that I feel safe to raise a child." Mr. Hale met Stiles' eyes, causing his heart to race.
"Mm," he said in response. "And, Mr. Hale, were you to adopt them, would you continue to take them to their meetings here? Or Kelsey's piano lessons?" Mr. Hale's eyebrows raised.
"First off, please don't call me that. Call me Derek," Derek requested. "Secondly, if she wanted to continue with either, I would take her. Out of curiosity, who is her piano instructor? Their foster mother said nothing about that." Stiles added more to his notes, then replied.
"I'm her piano instructor. At the first meeting, she spoke of her love of the piano, and since her foster mother refused to pay for lessons, I give her weekly lessons for free."
"That's very kind of you. But when- if Kelsey and Frederick are to reside with me, you will be paid for your services, including all of the past lessons. I can't accept your charity. You've been very kind and welcoming as it is." Derek said. Stiles bit back a smile.
"It's my pleasure. She's a very sweet little girl. I couldn't be the first I want to give her whatever she asks for." He glanced at the clock.
"I think I have all I need. Thank you, Mr. Ha- Derek," Stiles corrected, handing him his card. "Call me tomorrow and I'll tell you when the next meeting is, so you can meet her. But please call at a reasonable hour, as it is my cell phone number, and I don't want to be woken up."
Derek gave him a look of pure confusion.
"Why would I call at some such time when I, myself, could be sleeping?" He asked, and Stiles shrugged.
"That's a question for some of my clients in the past. This is not my first rodeo." Stiles inclined his head toward his framed and hung doctorate, master's, and bachelor's degrees. Derek glanced at them, back at him, and then stood. Stiles stood to follow him out of the door. They shook hands, which made Stiles feel as though his hand was running on some electrical current, and Derek asked him, "Do you I've got a chance, getting custody of them?"
Stiles smiled.
"Without a doubt."
~
Stiles walked Kelsey to his room, and she grasped his hand nervously with her small one.
"Hi there!" Derek smiled and waved as they walked in. "You must be Kelsey."
"Hello." Kelsey said shyly.
"Kelsey, why don't you sit in my chair? I'll sit on the couch next to Mr. Hale, AKA Derek, at least if he'll scoot over." Stiles said. Derek scooted, and he sat down. Kelsey hopped up onto his spinning desk chair.
"Derek, how would you like to be addressed by Kelsey?" Stiles looked over at the man. Oh god, his pulse was so loud in his ears!
"She could call me Derek. I don't want to push her into saying anything she's uncomfortable with." Derek replied, to which Kelsey said, "Then I'll call you Derek."
Stiles wrote a note, keeping his notepad angled away from Derek.
"How about you, Kel? Any particular name you prefer?" Stiles looked at Kelsey, who at least wasn't completely dwarfed in the desk chair.
"Kelsey is fine. But you can still call me 'Kel'." She said shyly, addressing Stiles only. Stiles added that to his notes, and then addressed Derek again.
"Is there anything you feel Kelsey must know about you?" Derek leaned around Stiles to meet Kelsey's eyes.
"I have no kids, but I have a dog named Alpha. He's actually very gentle, he's a black lab." Kelsey's eyes lit up.
"You have a dog? Can I pet him?" Derek smiled.
"Of course you can pet him. I should warn you, though, he'll probably lick your face at first chance." Kelsey shrugged.
"That's okay. That just means he loves me."
Stiles closed his notes, and stood.
"What do you two say to a walk in the courtyard outside?"
Derek and Kelsey both stood, and he smiled.
~
Stiles ended the call and sighed. While he loved his job, he did not love legalities. They took too long.
Derek would definitely get custody of Kelsey when he went to court the following week. It would most likely be Stiles' responsibility to make sure she transitioned smoothly.
Stiles clicked Derek's contact on his phone.
"Dr. Stilinski?"
"Derek, I call you by your first name. Please, Stilinski is a mouthful. Call me Stiles." Stiles said, heart beating a little faster now
"Stiles, what is it?"
"I just thought you should know. You will definitely get custody of Kelsey and Frederick."
"Really?" Derek sounded overjoyed.
"Please continue to bring them to their meetings, and her to her lessons." Stiles requested.
"When are they? And where are piano lessons?"
"We can change it to fit your schedule, but as of right now, meetings are every Wednesday from five to five-thirty. Piano lessons are every Thursday from nine to ten at the recreational center on Tenth Street, or at my house if you prefer." Stiles offered.
"Those times are perfectly fine with me. As you probably know from reading the file, I'm a best-selling author, so I don't have a set schedule to work around," Derek replied. "However, I would prefer the lessons be at your house. I assume it's quieter there, better to focus, and I trust you."
Why was his face warm?
"Very well. Do you have a paper and something to write with?"
"Yeah, uh- hold on." There was a rustling noise, and then Derek spoke.
"Go on." Stiles gave him his address.
"Thank you very much, Stiles. I suppose I'll see you in court."
"Goodbye." Stiles hung up, and smiled to himself.
~
Derek gained custody of Kelsey and Frederick, as Stiles had predicted, and then something happened.
It was the first piano lesson since Kelsey had been moved.
"That's amazing, Kel!" Stiles smiled as he watched her play a medley of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, God Save The Queen, and Heart and Soul. Derek sat to the side of them, watching with a small smile on his face. Matthew and Frederick played with little wind-up trains quietly in the corner.
"Wow, Kel. You've been practicing!" Stiles exclaimed, when she finished. Kelsey nodded, looking up at him.
"Derek bought a piano for his house." Stiles looked over at Derek questioningly.
"It's just a keyboard. I figured it was more convenient than driving her to the recreational center every day." He explained.
"Well, you did really good, Kel. Up top." Stiles held out his hand, and Kelsey high-fived it.
"How about you practice that for one more week, and I'll learn the other part? We can do a duet! Maybe Derek will even take a video." Stiles wiggles his eyebrows enticingly at Derek. Kelsey hopped up and down.
"Yes please!"
Stiles gave her a hug. "See you in six days!"
"Kelsey, how about you and Freddie go wait by the car? I need to talk to Stiles about something." Derek sounded oddly resolved. Kelsey nodded, and skipped outside.
"What's up, Derek?" Stiles asked readily.
"Thank you," Derek said. "I know it's been really hard for her, but you've made it easier. I know she really loves you. They both do. So... Thank you." Stiles gave him a look.
"Anyone with a heart would do the same."
"But she hasn't been around many people with a heart. Just you." Derek protested.
"Don't leave yourself out, then, Derek." Stiles said, his pulse accelerating.
"I just... I wish I could show you how grateful I am for what you've done. Without your help, she would've been a very different little girl than she is." Derek's voice broke. Stiles put a finger to Derek's lips.
"You don't have to say anything. I already know." Derek pulled Stiles' hand away, and for a moment, an awkward silence fell.
Then, Derek leaned forward and, when Stiles made no motion to move away, kissed him.
It was a simple kiss, sweet but holding a lot of promise.
All Stiles could think about was what they'd do with an extra piano. Maybe they'd donate it to the recreational center.