Sterek Stories - A Collection - I

K-9 - Part 1

Stiles had the disputable habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He even managed to drag someone else down with him every now and then; hence the reason why his best friend nowadays grew hair in more places than the average teenage boy. Yet sometimes, and he was sure a certain Alpha would argue it - because when did he not, Stiles was in exactly the right place, in exactly the right time. Like today, his first day back in town for summer break.

"Lunch time, daddy-o!" Stiles called as he shouldered the door open, balancing two milkshakes (low-fat of course) and a bag of vegetarian take out in his hands.

His father sat behind his desk and held his hand up to indicate Stiles should be quiet. He was talking on the phone, a frown etched between his eyebrows. Stiles tiptoed into the room and placed the food and the shakes in an empty spot on his father's desk. He was just about to sit down when movement in the corner of the office caught his eye.

"Oh my god!" he exclaimed, pushing himself away from the chair and towards the unexpected addition to the sheriff's office. His father shushed him again and Stiles continued to voice his happiness in a more quiet tone. "What are you doing here, pretty boy?" he cooed. "Are you guarding the office? I bet you're doing a great job. You're a good boy, aren't you? Good boy!"

"Stiles! Quit harassing the dog!" his father hissed, covering the lower half of the phone with his hand.

"Don't you listen to him," Stiles said, giving the dog in question a nice rub behind his ears. "I'm not harassing you, I'm only showing you some love." The dog seemed to agree with him, as it eagerly pushed against his hands to get more of those nice scratches.
His hands found the tag and he turned it to read. "You're name's Olly? Well hello there, Olly! Whatcha doing here, boy? Are you new to the K9 unit?"

"It got turned down actually," the sheriff said from behind Stiles. "And will you quit talking to the dog as if it will answer? It's ridiculous."

Stiles only shrugged. He knew of some furry creatures that talked back, maybe not when they were in their four legged form, but still.
He gave the dog one last rub over his head and sat down in the chair in front of his father's desk. "So? What's he doing here? Why did Olly get turned down?"

"It's too nice."

"Yeah, it's a very nice dog." Stiles turned in his seat. "Hear that? You're a very nice dog, even the sheriff says so!" When he turned back his father had that particular look on his face that told him he was close to a facepalm. Which meant Stiles was being stupid, or, more stupid than usual.
He looked at the dog again, who was watching him with interest, probably wondering if there were more nice rubs and scratches in the near future. Olly had a short haired coat in various shades of brown, which turned to black on his feet and nozzle. His large ears perked up and his tail twitched as if it wanted to thump against the floor. He would be a fierce looking dog, if it were not for his body language that just screamed 'good boy'.
"Ohh..." Stiles mused. "He should have bitten my face off instead of letting me pet him."

His father nodded. "Something like that. Which reminds me." He stood up and leaned over his desk to cuff Stiles over the head. "What have I told you about approaching dogs you don't know?!"

Stiles rubbed the spot where his father had hit him. "Don't touch dogs you don't know," he answered sullenly. "But who can resist such a sweet face?!" Olly helped him emphasize his point by tilting his head to the side and letting his tongue loll out.

"That sweet face is the reason I gotta find him a place to stay until he can start his new training. I was just about to call Deaton to -"

"He can stay with me!" Stiles practically jumped up in his seat. "With us, I mean," he admonished when he saw the look on his dad's face. "But you 'll barely know he's there, I'll take care of him! I'll feed him, I'll walk him, I'll even bathe him!"