[Fic] Custody- {Read it on AO3!}
Creator Name(s): minervamagooglie (aka missmagoo)
Pairings (if applicable): Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale, background Scott/Kira, background Erica/Boyd, background Allison/Isaac
Warnings (if applicable): original character death, grief/mourning
Prompt/movie that inspired your work: Custody: “A widower fights for custody of their child after the birth parent who abandoned them returns.”
The door of the club swings shut behind him, and Derek savors the relative quiet of the New York City alleyway. Bouncing’s an easy enough gig, considering how easily he can overpower men over twice his size just by flexing a touch of werewolf strength, but the music gives him such awful headaches.
He lights a cigarette and leans back against the building, grateful he’s not catching sight of any back-alley BJs for once.
“Bum a smoke?” asks a young, attractive man who appears suddenly beside him. Derek startles, surprised someone was able to sneak up on him. The guy raises an eyebrow and gives Derek’s pack a significant look.
“Sure, whatever.” Derek says, offering the pack. The man takes one and lights it, the smoke curls in the dim light of the street lamp as he exhales.
“You’re a tough man to find, Derek,” the young man observes. “You are Derek Hale, aren’t you?”
“How the hell do you know my name?” Derek growls, fisting the guy’s shirt and shoving him back against the wall, “Who the hell are you?”
In lieu of answering, the young man smirks, and presses an envelope into Derek’s chest.
“You’ve been served,” he says. “You are hereby ordered to appear at the custody hearing of your daughter, Abigail C. Welch, on January the 12th, 2015 or forfeit all claims to custody now and in the future.”
“What the fuck?” Derek says, utterly confused. In his shock, he’d let the guy go, grasping the envelope the guy had pushed into his chest. “I don’t have a daughter. What the hell are you talking about?”
But the guy’s already halfway up the block, and gives him nothing but a jaunty backwards wave as he jogs away and disappears down the street.
“I don’t have a daughter!” Derek yells after him, “Hey, you’ve got the wrong guy! I don’t have –” But it’s useless. The guy is already gone, leaving Derek alone in the alley with a plain white envelope and a hundred questions swirling around in his mind.
